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Pokemon Mystery Dungeon_ A New Era

Interest Check Character Sheet Once Sabrina opens her eyes, her vision was at first blurry, but after a few seconds, it becomes clear. She begins to stand up, she almost lost balance, but she manages to hold on by a nearby tree. She looks around the see that she's in the forest. {"Light box_close": "Close", "light box_next": "Next", "light box_previous": "Previous", "light box_error": "The requested content cannot be loaded. Please try again later.", "light box_start_slideshow": "Start slideshow", "light box_stop_slideshow": "Stop slideshow", "light box_full_screen": "Full screen", "light box_thumbnails": "Thumbnails", "light box_download": "Download", "light box_share": "Share", "light box_zoom": "Zoom", "light box_new_window": "New window", "light box_toggle_sidebar": "Toggle sidebar"} "Where am I?" She asked herself. "Where are my friends? Where are my companions?" She continues to asked herself until she has to look at her reflection by nearby, and it turns out she's no longer human, but is now a Pulpit. Sabrina jolted back in shock, now she finds out what she really is. She closed her eyes, hoping that she thinks that it's all a dream, but once she opens her eyes again, she's still a Pulpit, it was no dream, it was all a reality. Lily had, as normally, enjoyed the walk through the woods to look for food, up until she heard something unusual for this quiet place, another voice, someone else was here. Reigning in her excitement at the prospect of no longer being alone, the Sn ivy made her way over to the source of the noise, staying between the underbrush and peeking out at the stranger. Sabrina was panicking, she has no idea who she is or who she was, but she glanced at the Sn ivy. "What has happened to me?" Sabrina said in a panicked tone. It was clear the Sabrina is losing it. Lily could only tilt her head in confusion."what do you mean? You don't look injured, you actually seem to be perfectly fine... oh, I'm Lily by the way, nice to meet you." At first, she thought the name sounded very familiar, but she can't tell if this is the same Lily, or a completely different Lily. "Well, it's nice to meet you, my name is Sabrina." She responded. The Sn ivy hesitates at hearing it for a moment, putting a hand to her temple..."that's a nice name... sorry just a bit of a headache." Sabrina tilted her head in confusion, wondering why she has to do that." Um, are you okay?" "Yes, it's already passing, I get these strange headaches out of the blue sometimes."she smiled again. Turning back to the pulpit."you seemed scared earlier, what's wrong?" "Well, I have no idea how I ended up in here, and why do I end up looking like this? Nice to see an unfamiliar face with a familiar name." "Hehe, Lily is not so unusual for my type though... but it's nice to finally have company, any longer and I might have forgotten how to talk." "Well, I hope the more we stay together, the more like we can get to know each other. Let's hope we don't get separated from each other." Then they hear footsteps coming from a distance, it was getting closer and closer. "Hm? More visitors? Heh, my little neck of the woods might even get popular today." She was bouncing just a bit as she looked to the direction of the sounds. "Come on Alpha, we just heard something fall from the sky and landed here. We just have to bring in it back into town." said a voice. The voice sounded familiar, but it could belong to Naive, a former Heavily pack leader, now a leader of Team Obsidian. "Quick, hide." said Sabrina, pushing Lily into a bush, then hiding with her. Lily was more than a little startled at this but went along and kept her mouth shut, she did wonder what had her so scared all of a sudden, was this stranger perhaps a wanted Pokémon? No, unlikely, she seemed way too honest for that. "I swear, we heard someone fall from the sky. We don't want to cause this Pokémon any harm, but we just want to bring it back to the town so that we can take care of it." Sabrina peeks through the bushes, and sees a Heavily with Scar wolf, it was Naive. Naive sighs, "It's probably nothing, let's just head back to the town." "Hmm, they seem nice... shouldn't we offer help?" Lily looked over, trying to find out what Sabrina was going to do. "Are you sure none of them are hostile?" Sabrina asked Lily, "Because I don't want none of them to attack." Naive looks over to the direction where the bushes are, she checks them to see a Sn ivy and a Pulpit. "I think I see a hunter badge on them, that means they work for a guild, they help civilians and weaker Pokémon like us, you don't need to be afraid." She steps out of the bushes to greet the two obviously much stronger hunters. Alpha folded his arm as the two girls appeared from the bushes and said with a sly smirk to Naive "Told ya there were Pokémon here. You own me dinner now". He then turned his attention back to the girls and sorted out his scarf before he said "Hello young ladies, I think your in the wrong place Mystic Forest is no place for kids to play" "Yeah yeah, I'll give it to you when we get back to town." Naive responded to Alpha. Then she looks at the two young female Pokémon. "He is right you know, this forest might have the beauty, but looks can be deceiving. This forest has Pokémon that don't play very nice or don't act very kind to others, that's why this forest is forbidden for kids to play in. This is why we should take you back." Sabrina steps out of the bushes, knowing they mean no harm. "Aye, Apically at this point in the season. You both look young and look like you've not seen a lot of battles, they are Pokémon here that would take advantage of that. I'm actually rather happy we got to you as fast as we did". He then looked up "Don't think I can't see you there Ninja in training" He said as he pointed to a shadow in the tree above the young girls which made a Broke drop down from his perch. "How did you even spot me? I thought that was an amazing vantage point. Sigh" the young Broke said as he pulled down his mask, so his mouth was free. Lily: "Actually, I've been here for some time and not a single soul passed through, you three are the first visitors I get in weeks." Maybe this particular part of the forest was a safe zone, where the wild ones simply never go? As she was contemplating that she heard Alpha call out to someone else and finally spotted the rookie ninja."well, you four, I guess." "Well, this place might be unsafe for you, since you might have stronger Pokémon that can take advantage on you. I have been here one time and let's say it's the reason why I have Alpha with me all the time... Let's say, I was going to save a Rats, but then that stopped when that Lux ray jumped out at me and took the advantage of me. Like there is saying, the hunter becomes the hunted." Naive said, trying to forget the incident. Alpha patted her on the shoulders knowing that incident well since she had told him about it before he said "On that subject, we best get a move on back to town. I can feel the presence of some powerful Pokémon heading this way. Feels like a pack"Ninja looked at them before he said "That's the Uproar pack right? I saw the pride by the Grassy Mountains" "Well, let's head back right now. Because we don't want them to attack us." Naive begins to lead the whole group back to the town, so that they can stay safe, trying to avoid the Uproar pack... After long minutes of walking, she manages to lead them all back to town. Lily looked around. She hadn't really been in crowds much before and was in awe at such a lively place as a town."thank you both for the rescue... I don't want to imagine what those uproar would have done to us..." "Well, they have probably done something worse, like how my incident with a Lux ray, expect maybe 10 times worse." Naive said to Lily. "Wait, what incident?" asked Sabrina. "Something that can possibly traumatize you for the rest of your life." Naive said to Sabrina, heading back to the Team Base. Ninja followed them still in his stealth mode while Alpha walked next to Naive and whispered to her "Hmm, do you think they'll make the cut at all? I feel like if the three of them work together as a team they could overcome challenges like the Uproar Pride" "Well, that could work, but I don't know if they're strong enough to handle them. Kernels has the ability to evolve all three of them to become much stronger and powerful Pokémon. I don't know if them working together will do any good." Scar wolf looked back before he said to Naive "I think that Broke close to an evolution but the other two need more combat experience" "Well, I don't know if I will be their instructor, I know you and I are the most experienced in combat. You have defeated me one time, and I have no idea why am I getting weaker, and you're getting stronger." "A real ray of sunshine, that heavily... at least that rookie isn't stalking us anymore."she turns to Sabrina, guessing that all that just happened probably disoriented her a bit."hmm, want to look around town? I guess we'll be staying here for some time." "Sure, at least I hope that this will take my mind off about my appearance," Sabrina said to Lily before she looked at Naive, "What has got that Heavily to be so emotional all the time?" Broke appeared inground of them with a flash as he said "Not stalking, studying and learning about the two of you while also trying to understand why I remember the names Mike and Warrior" Ninja said to them before he said "I forgot to introduce myself, my name is Ninja. I'm a Ninja in training""Maybe you need a break from exploration, or maybe you need something more than that" Aloha said to her as he massaged her shoulders knowing she stresses herself easily. "Don't forget, I am a pseudo-Legendary as well" "from the sounds of it, she's had bad experiences, putting it lightly..."she looks the pulpit over, probably a bit longer than appropriate."and I see nothing wrong with your appearance..."she got startled out of that by Ninja appearing before them."EEP! Careful with the disappearing act, not everyone appreciates you popping in unannounced." "Mike and Warrior? Those names sound familiar, but I can't tell who they are?" Sabrina said, her memories are still gone, thought bits of it are starting to come back, then she looked at Lily. "And what do you mean by bad experiences?"----Naive sighed, "I guess you're right though, maybe I need some time off of doing exploration," Naive said, feeling relaxed, "Brianna is not going to like this decision I'm making." "Wait, who's Brianna?" asked Sabrina in confusion. "She's an Absol, one of the hunter guild." Naive answered. "Listen you don't want to know what you're asking for." The Navy lost the small smile that was normally present on her face, she was being serious."please just drop it." "Look, I need to understand from them, I know it sounds like it's getting too deep for this, but I wanted to know more about it." Sabrina said to Lily. "In what ways can a strong male Pokémon take advantage of a female? It's not exactly hard to figure out, if you're so curious..."she looks down."I just don't think she would appreciate us talking about it." "No, not that. I'm talking about how the whole hunter team thing works?" Sabrina said earnestly, "I wasn't talking about... well, what you said?" Ninja shrugged and said "I think we need to go to the guild and talk to them about Hunter groups" he stretched out his body before he said "I think I saw the guild to the north of here, or we can go back and talk to Naive and Alpha again"--Alpha kept massaging her as he said "Well Brianna will just have to accept that even the best of us need a break every now, I'll take you out for dinner, and we'll relax together" Lily looked where they had gone before shaking her head."I think they have better things to do than herd us around, but that guild interests me." "Well, are they going to take us there to see her or just let us find her ourselves?" Sabrina asked "Because we don't know where this Guild is and or where she lives at?----"Okay, I hope this will take my mind off of it for a while." Naive said. "I believe the guild is this way" Ninja said as he started to walk towards a large building with a guild signal on it before turning back to see if the girls were following him.--Alpha smiled at Naive as she agreed to relax so he gave her a kiss on the cheek as he kept massage her until she told him she was relaxed enough. Sabrina followed Ninja to the large building. She gets a first glimpse of the building, then looked at Ninja, "Are you sure that this is the right place?" Sabrina asked Ninja.----Naive is feeling more and more relaxed, and blushed when she felt his kiss. "Okay, I'm feeling relaxed." Naive said in a soft tone. Lily had followed quietly, smiling again."well, says hunter guild right here on the sign..." Alpha nodded and stop massage her as he smiled at her and said "Good to see you relaxed now, should we show the kids the way to the guild?"--Ninja nodded and said "I'm sure this is the way don't worry" Brianna walks outside and sees three involved, a Sn ivy, Rookie, and Pulpit. "Well, I was expecting some visitors to be here," Brianna said as she approached, "Hello, can you three state your name and business?"" I'm Sabrina, the Sn ivy next to me is Lily and the Rookie next to me is Ninja, we are here to just ask you how the whole hunter team works?" Sabrina said to Brianna. "Well, I guess you want to know how it works," said Brianna, "Well, it's sort of like an Exploration and Rescue Team, we send Pokémon to go explore and find Pokémon that are weak, can't defend for themselves, or likely in danger." "So hunters look especially for Pokémon in need of help?"she liked the thought of getting to help others but HSE herself had hoped more for a way to travel and explore. "Well, Cerberus, the Outdoor, used the hunter team terminology for his own selfish, sadistic needs, but some of us manage to defeat him and anyone who works for him and took his Hunter Team concept and rework it around to make it sound like it's good, but aside from all that, I am one of the five Hunter guilds," Brianna said to the three young Pokémon, "Please, feel free to come inside." (I think I have a villain idea for part 1. A reworked, redesigned Cerberus in PMD form)Ninja sustained to the Absol introduction and her explanation of the Hunter Team though when she mentioned Cerberus, he felt like he knew that name from somewhere. "If you don't mind me asking Guild master Brianna, can you tell me what kind of Pokémon Alpha the Scare wolf is? He's just so ... Weird and I'm sure his species does not exist in all of our 700 plus Pokémon that are in this world" "I think you pretty much answered your own question there, because he is a Scar wolf. We don't know if he is other kind existed, but I assume he is the only one that existed here." Brianna said to Ninja. "So he's either really rare or unique... that's so cool!" She swooned just a bit at the possibilities. Ninja caught her when she swooned though to be fair, it was probably just a reaction. If she actually feels down was another question entirely. "I guess I did" Ninja said as he thought about his question and answer once more before he than asked "So just how powerful is he then?" "Well, I guess he's powerful than any of the Hunter team members who are in the Master Ranks, almost making him a Master ★★★ rank hunter, while Naive is sort of the Hyper Rank hunter," Brianna said, "I can make you three hunters, but you have gone through the basics first." Lily: "oh? I'm in, what do we have to do?"she had quickly recovered, rather untypical of a normal sophisticated Navy she was better described as energetic... or hyper if she wasn't in earshot. "Whoa, let's not get all excited here," Brianna said, "This may be difficult for new recruits. Well, we have to start small, then work our way up. We'll just have to focus on attacks first, if you want hunt, you have to defend for yourself." " Well I know water gun, water Sherwin and pound" Ninja told her with a smile before he showed them the water Sharking he could make. "Well, that's interesting, now let's put your moves to the test." Brianna said. She takes them to a training room where there are plenty of combat test dummies, which has non-active ones and active ones the shoot tennis balls. They will first focus on their attacks.----Naive is watching them on the side lines, hoping that they will do great. Lily watched as well, interested in how he did it, particularly the water shrike, she had heard that only grown Regina could do that as replacement for their rubble."hmm, i only really got Razor leaf mastered at the moment even if I feel like I'm a short distance from learning another." Sabrina seems to be a bit confused by it, she doesn't know how Pokémon moves work, nor how to control it and use it at the same time. It was quite clear the since she's a Pulpit, she can learn the move Ember. Alpha was watching them alongside Naive though he was very surprised when Ninja showed that he could use water shrike which he was sure only the fully evolved Regina could use. "Now that's very interesting, that Ninja is quite surprising" He said to Naive.--Ninja could feel people watching him, he took a deep breath and then had the active dummies fight him. He displayed great skills with his shrike but still was hit a number of times. Eventually he had to stop as he was panting and said "I guess they were right, I am the Forward. A rare Broke that knows and has already mastered Water Shrunken" Lily watched in awe, he used water shrike amazingly. She fought down the blush that had formed on her face and instead focused on how he moved, she was sure that she could gain much if she mimicked this skill with her razor leaves."wow... you are already very strong." "Normally, Pokémon can learn moves like that when they reach their assign levels, but this is something I have never seen before." Naive responded to Alpha.----"Impressive performance there Ninja, I think you're ready for the next test," Brianna said, feeling impressed, "Now you may step aside, Lily, it's now you're turned, let's see how you do well." Sabrina is now feeling extremely nervous, she is the last one to go up. She can't tell how is she going to do this, her legs started to tremble. Lily nodded a determined frown on her face now, but she steeled herself, not trying to outperform Ninja she instead focused on using her razor leaves to their best effect while weaving between the tennis balls the dummies shot, it took quite a bit before she got hit but sadly just a few hits brought her low. She had the evasion and skill, but clearly needed work on her endurance the way she had used the razor leaves however was not a barrage but rather phase throws from her arms and more powerful, she had made up an all new attack, to go alongside the standard form of it, leaf shrike. "Well, I can't say you did terrible, but you didn't do perfect. Let's try that again next time already, you didn't do anything wrong," Brianna sighed, "Well, Sabrina I guess you the next one who's up." "Good luck Sabrina" Nina said to her while congratulating Lilly performance as well. He gave her one of the Oran berries he had to help restore her energy. Lily gratefully took the offered berry and nodded at Brianna's words." Don't worry about how we did, just do your own personal best." "Don't be nervous, just try your personal best." Brianna said to Sabrina. Sabrina came face to face with the active dummy, it shoots tennis balls directly at her. She dodges some, got hit with the least five, and burns some of them to ashes with Ember. Lily really wanted to cheer her on, but she had to concentrate now. Instead she took the chance to talk to Ninja."you're really strong for a rookie, but what is the Forward exactly?" Sabrina is getting the hang of it, but only a few moments, she got hit with at least seven tennis balls. "Well Sabrina, you did surprisingly well, but I think you need to work on your agility next time." Brianna said to Sabrina "I understand that Brianna." Sabrina responded. "Well, I guess we can move the next test, which is working on your defense." Brianna said to the three Pokémon.----"Well, that was interesting for Lily and Ninja to do something new with their moves, but not Sabrina. They can turn their moves into different shapes, kinda reminds me when I can turn my Ice Shards into either Shrikes or Kuwait." Naive said to Alpha. Ninja thought about it before he said to Lilly "Well Forward is a term in my spices that relates to a very rare Broke that knows water Shrunken from the start before they even are Regina. Fro guards naturally are stronger and more powerful than normal Broke."--"Hmm, I think Ninja is a Forward. You know one of those super rare Broke that have already master Water shrunken and naturally are more powerful than normal broke and Regina's" he said to Naive. "I see, well, let's see how these three will do on their next one." Naive responded.----Brianna explains to them point of defense works, "Sometimes you have to make sure that you want to preserve your attacks when it's necessary, instead of dodging them, try blocking them or reflecting them. Sabrina, you are the first to go up." Sabrina was surprise, she is the one that is pick first, which makes her nervous. She came face to face with the active dummy, only this time, they have to work on the defense. "You can do it Sabrina" Ninja said to her to try and inspire some confidence in the young Pulpit since both him and Lilly had a lot of confidence in their abilities. He winked at Sabrina as well.--Alpha nodded in silence as his tail would be rubbing Naive back. Alpha wondered how Naive truly felt about, sure GE was her bodyguard and friend but did she want to more than that? Lily: "you'll be fine Sabrina, just remember to get the spots where getting hit hurts most covered."she watched with a smile, confident that Sabrina could do it, and hopefully gain some more self-esteem from it. Sabrina heard what Ninja and Lily, her nervous is slowly fading, and starting to show a little bit of bravery. Once the active begins to shoot tennis balls at her, she begins blocking them with arms and reflecting them by kicking them.----Naive felt his tail rubbing her back, she was glad that Alpha is her friend and bodyguard, but she feels that they were more than just friends, she just couldn't tell him about it. Ninja cheered for Sabrina as she blocked and showed her skills as it allowed him to learn how they both work enjoying watching her work.--Alpha gad always wanted to be more than just friends, but he respected her and would not do anything until she was ready. Though that did not stop him flirting with her from time to time Lily watched Sabrina, she was obviously not helpless when she got confident, it actually reminded her of someone...she shook the thought of, it was likely nothing, before turning to the hunters that had let them here, noticing they seemed to act just a bit off. Sabrina continues to block and reflect the tennis balls until the active dummy stops. "Well, I guess you have manage to do great on you defense," Brianna said, "Ninja, you're up, try your personal best." Cerebrate said: Lily watched Sabrina, she was obviously not helpless when she got confident, it actually reminded her of someone... she shook the thought of, it was likely nothing, before turning to the hunters that had let them here, noticing they seemed to act just a bit off. Click to expand... It was just Alpha flirting with Naive, they were showing signs that they are slowly coming out of the friend zone and into the love zone. Noticing that the Sn ivy had to fight back a smug grin her species was so infamous for, the two hunters would play off each other well, if either of them went ahead and popped the question that is. Looking towards Sabrina again she made no secret of how well she thought the pulpit was doing."that's the ticket, you were great!" "Thanks, I think I pretty much did it on my first try," Sabrina said, panting, "I guess the support actually got me stronger." "You'd be surprised how far determination can carry you, if you got someone believing in you." Ninja nodded and jump into battle as he summoned his water Shrunken and smirked as he said "Bring it on Dummies". He smirked confidently and happily. The active dummy begins to become active and begins to shoot tennis balls at him. All he has to do block and/or reflect the attack, that's all he had to do. Ninja would defect most of the balls by using his Shrunken, but he could not block everything so he did avoid what he could as well. A few of them still hit him, but he did well for the most part. "Well, you did good on, but you suddenly almost lost that blocking ability, I'm not saying you did terrible, but next time trying to be more defensive, instead of offensive. I'll admit, you did good," Brianna said, "Lily, you're the last one up."----Naive sees them that they're making good progress, but she has a strange feeling growing inside her. She felt like something is strange is about to happen, so she went outside and just stood out there. Ninja thanked her and stood beside Sabrina as he winked at her.--Alpha noticed Naive acting strange so he followed her outside and asked her "What is it you feel coming at us?" "The Outdoor, the one that Brianna brought, the same one that used the Hunter Team method for his own sadistic pleasure. He's coming this way." Naive said, as if she was almost in a trance-like state. Alpha eye burned with a blue aura as he remembered Cerberus well. It took a lot of teams to bring him down and even then they could not get him as hr had fled before he was captured. Alpha made Naive face him and gazed into her eyes as he said "Naive can you hear me? Come out of this trance we need to warn the others" When Naive heard his words, she snaps out of her trance completely, she has no idea why she ended in that trance, but it wasn't important. They have to warn the others, including Lily, Sabrina, and Ninja. Lily nodded and stepped up to the dummy, she was apprehensive though, her moves were offensive, and she had nothing to defend with. As the first few tennis balls hit her though she felt a shift and a tendril snaked forth from her hand and batted the next few downs, she had learned the vine whip and was now twirling it to deflect the rest. Sabrina continues watching Lily doing her defense and continues to find this strange, she is wondering how she can learn Vine Whip already, like how Ninja can learn Water Shrikes, but that was just Sabrina thinking this way too much. "Well, you have improved well, and used offensive moves as defensive move,' Brianna said to Lily, "Now with that out of the test, where there won't be the dummies, but I will be your test dummies, getting you three to learn the basic Type Effectiveness, Immunities, and Resistant." Ninja nodded and said "I know I'm week to electric and Grass currently but when I'm a Regina and gain the dark typing I become weak to Fairy type, I don't think I get the fighting weakness though. I resist Water, fire, and I'm immune to psychic" Ninja said going on his best knowledge. Lily nodded."I'm eager to learn." "Who will volunteer to go against the instructor? Don't worry, I will go easy on you three. I might be powerful, but I can tone it down for all to make easy." Brianna said to them. "I'll take you on first" Ninja said with a confident smile. "Okay, just stand right in front of me, focus on me. Now, all you have to do is to land a move, that is super effective against me. If you don't, try to land a powerful move on me instead." Brianna said to Ninja. Lily watched closely, trying to see if she could learn more from ninja. Ninja nodded to her as he stood in front of her before he closed his eyes and took a deep breath focusing himself before he used Water pulse first. Brianna gets hit by it, but it does normal damage. "Okay, I think what you did there, it does normal damage to me. If that move is super effective on a Pokémon who is weak to water, then it would do double the damage," Brianna said to Ninja, "Now, here's my example of a super effective move." Brianna uses a very weak Thunderbolt on Ninja. (I don't think Ninja knows any super powerful moves. Water pulse is his strongest move currently)Ninja quickly dodged it and threw a little Water Sharking at Brianna to see if he could get some hits in, he was very fast and that speed would only increase when he evolved. Brianna gets hit with a few of them. "Well, I guess you have avoided that," Brianna said, "If you haven't dodged that, then that move would have been super effective. Oh well, let's try type resistance." Brianna uses a weak Water Pulse on Ninja. This one Ninja took but even though he resisted it. Brianna was still stronger than him, so the move pushed him back by a few paces. (Now, I want to introduce some two key things in this, Shadow Pokémon and Power Orbs)"Okay, you did well, but I will say this. Maybe that some day we can work on how we can endure Super Effective moves," Brianna said to Ninja, she gave him another advice, "Also, abilities can effect your typing." Lily: "I actually think I heard of that, Regina gain resistance to the last attack type they used too." "We also have a hidden ability of protein which allow use to change our type to whatever our last move was" Ninja said to Lilly. "Yeah, that's the one, I had forgotten the name." "Alright, now let's continue on our training and we WI-" Brianna got interrupted when she hears Naive running in. "Excuse me, Hunter Guild master Brianna, but seems you have a certain someone who is outside waiting for you. Brianna looked at Naive in question. "And who is that certain someone could that be?" she asked her. "It's Cerberus." Cerberus was facing off against Alpha right outside the front door. Nether male were making a move just facing off against each other "you seem ... Different to the rest of this guild. Something about you just makes you seem very powerful in fact, you're the most powerful of this weakling's" Cerberus said in a cold heartless tone. "Well I am the union of a Forward and a Locarno who themselves were extremely powerful" Alpha told him in strong tone. Brianna runs outside, stopping right next to Alpha, so did Naive. This leave Sabrina completely confused, she looked at Lily and Ninja. "What is going on?" Sabrina asked, so she followed right behind Naive. "If I heard right, trouble."looking over to where Brianna went, she makes to follow regardless. Cerberus stared at the three People before he chuckled and said rather coldly to Brianna "You are not worthy of the name hunters, hunter track and kill things. Your entire guild is not a hunter Guild, you are a guardian guild, but I am not foolish enough to take on three of you. Instead, rather I'm here in good fate to my ex-lover Brianna to inform you, you are no longer members of the hunter Guild instead all your assets and whatnot are now under a Guardian guild. I am the only true hunter here". With that he flicked his devil tail at them and walked off but not before leaving a feeling of dread and coldness. It seemed he had taken back the hunter guild leaving them now under a new name. Ninja watched him from the shadows until the creature left the town and had vanished into the fading light and approaching darkness. Lily had listened to the exchange and watched the outdoor, shame the best bodies always seem to go to the unpleasant guys..."isn't that a bit of much excitement over a word?" "Wait a minute, why did that stranger suddenly acted nice to us?" Sabrina asked Naive. "He may be nice, but don't get fooled by that, because we all know he's a cold-hearted, sadistic criminal within him," Naive responded to her question, "Thank Areas he didn't harm the three of you." Naive looked at Brianna and see that she is worried. "What are we going to do now? Cerberus has already taken the Hunter Guild title back, and we're now stuck under a new name." "To be honest, I can't really think at the moment. With our hunter guild title being stripped away, we are just Guardian Guilds according to Cerberus," Brianna said and sighs, "I might as well tell the others that we are just simply Guardians now.----Sabrina looked at Lily and Ninja, knowing that decision was completely unfair, she likes Brianna's hunter concept, it was trying to make the word "hunter" not all the more bad. "Why don't you instead go back to what you were before the fancy name change" Ninja said as he appeared next to Brianna? "Before you were Guardian or Hunters, you were an exploration guild. A symbol that could not be broken, instead of listening to that crazy creature and forcing yourself into something you don't want to be named, be an exploration guild full of good Pokémon and good memories. Be the heroes that the exploration guild are and don't let a name change, change what the guild, and you have always done" Brianna listened to Ninja's words, her worries have now changed into confidence. "You're right, I will go back of being an Exploration Guild. Cerberus may have crushed my dreams, but there is always hope," Brianna said, now in a brave-hearted mood, "I will always follow my ideology of rescuing Pokémon, even if I am not a Hunter Guild." Ninja nodded and stood next to Lilly and Sabrina.--Alpha watched in surprise as Ariana confidence took a kicking only to have the young ninja restore her confidence before he step aside as a young Forward girl who looked like she had only recently evolve ran up to Brianna. "I'm so sorry Guild master, I overslept and did not help you out this morning like I promised" she said with constant bows and apologize. Her name Was Illusion and she was a very beautiful Ozark. She had the kind of Beauty that both males and females were drawn to, she was also a different color to normal Forward though she was not a shiny. She was black and silver, the fur on her face had reorganized to look like a mask. Lily had watched the whole exchange quietly, her admiration for Ninja's drive growing, he would definitely grow up to do great things."that was a great thing to say Ninja, inspiring others like that is the mark of a leader." Ninja blushed when she said that "Thank you, Lilly, but I felt that was the best thing to do.". Ninja winked at her "And you know, you kinda inspired me after your wonderful performances during training" that reddened her face."m-me? But i really just observed and looked for ways I could do as good..." "Your already perfect though Lilly, I think your pretty amazing, and you did really well" Ninja said to her with another wink. "Th-thank you." She had a really hard time keeping together right now. Just to make her blush even more, Ninja kissed her cheek before he looked at Ariana and the Forward waiting to see what would happen there. "Ah don't worry about that, I am not even mad at that, not even the slightest," Brianna said to Illusion. "Hmm, I wonder if we can continue training these three or just let them join anyway, after all, I think they understand the basics." Illusion looked at her surprised before she asked "Are you sure mother, I mean guild master? I mean I don't think they are much younger than what I was when you took me in, but even I had to go through a lot of training" "Well, you are a new member and I know you want to avenge your family's untimely death by seeking revenge." Brianna replied. "Wait," said Sabrina, "What happened to this young Forward's family?" Brianna looked at Sabrina, then explains. "Well, not too long ago, Cerberus and his hunters has killed Illusion's family in cold blood, luckily I manage to save her just in time and now is under my care." Sabrina listened to what she says. (ok, I really don't think Ariana should have reviled that as bluntly as she did. Should that have not been something Illusion reviled after she grew to Trust Sabrina and the others)That annoyed Illusion that her mother just told a strange Pokémon about something she would have rather only tell people she trusted. She stood up and stood by Alpha side instead, she had seen the older Pokémon as a brother while Naive was her older sister. (Oh, my mistake, I always fuck up, I accidentally spoiled that without warning. Hides face in shame)"Okay, but I'll just simply pretend I didn't hear that." Sabrina, is still wondering whether they should continue on with the training thing so that can understand about the concept of attacks. "Ooookay... moving on from the awkward situation, maybe we should train a bit more, we have the concept understood but still need to get stronger, right?" Lily's attempt at changing the subject was not meant to be insensitive, she just felt there was nothing anyone could say right now. "Yeah, I think we should continue, instead of hearing me rambling on for minutes," Brianna said to Sabrina, Lily, and Ninja, "Lets just all forget what I said and still focus on the training." Brianna looked at her Illusion, knowing the had annoyed her. Illusion did not look at her. Brianna would have to find a way to make it up to her. Ninja looked at the two of them and sighed before he returns his gaze to the other two and the training. (I'm going to time skip the training part, since it's going to take forever to get to the main story)Later that day, after the training was over, Brianna decided to do some exploration in the Mystic Forest all by herself. It was still peace during sunset. However, as she goes deep into the forest, she sees something glowing in the distance. As she gets closer and closer, she notices the trees and plants around a 15 feet radius died out. Then she finds out what it is, an orange crystal stones planted in the ground, these are known as "Shadow Stones."[video=YouTube]"That's strange, I thought these stones are guarded by Suicide, Auroras, and Dance to make sure no one takes them out of the caverns, where it's a perfect place for these type of crystals, and used them for evil purposes." Suddenly from right in front of Brianna face, a sexy Gar chomp grab the crystal and pulled it from the ground. She was unaffected by whatever energy this gave out before she winked at Brianna and said "I'll take this Guild master for Hunter exploration team Draco" "Wait, wait, you have no idea what you're actually grabbing. Something that should be never ever be tampered with." Brianna is trying to warn the Gar chomp about the Shadow Stones. Gar chomp looked at the gem and back at Ariana before she chuckled and said "Guess that means get forbidden jewelry" "Wait, that's not meant for jewelry purposes." Before she can say anything else, she sees the Gar chomp already got away. Brianna just sighed, she messed up the first time, now it's the second time. The Gar chomp chuckled again, before she suddenly switched form into Illusion in her normal attire of a leaf skirt and a blue bikini top. "My mother, you really need to consider acting a little faster and smarter" She said with a soft chuckle as the crystal was put back in place though it too vanished reviling it to be just another illusion. It seemed Illusion had followed her mother, and it seemed she was no longer annoyed with her. "Mother, I wanted to ask you. What made you tell those kids about what happen with my family?" She asked her as she sat down where the crystal had once been. Brianna has to explain to her. "Look I have to tell them that, because I went through a similar thing you did. You see, after I have decided to break up with Cerberus, he killed my family in cold blood, I did escape and so did my older brother, Byron. We ended up being separated from each other," Brianna sighed, "I'm worried about is safety, who knows what Cerberus will do to him if he finds him." Naive is watching them, completely hidden from a tree. Alpha is below Naive acting as always as her bodyguard and listening to every sound, making sure he was ready to react if anything happen.--Illusion nodded and took a deep breath "It's not just your brother, your worried about, are you mother? Your worried about me" She told her with a smile before she stood up and walked to Ariana before she hugged her. Brianna was surprised when Illusion, but she is right. She is not only worried about the safety of her older brother, she is also worried about the safety of her daughter, Illusion. "Yes, I am worried about you, as well as Sabrina, Lily, and Ninja, In fact, I'm worried about the safety of everyone," Brianna sighed, "Cause, if I fail to do what I do best, then I let everyone down. Especially you." Illusion just held her in that hug before she said "Mum, you always do what best for the guild and even if you fail at something, your still the greatest and nicest person I have ever known. I love you, just as much as a daughter would love her mother. But remember that one person can't do everything. You have family and friends that will help you. I know the kids will make amazing guild members one day, but they are still young. Take it a little easier" "I guess you're right," Brianna responded, "Now, let's head back to the base, it's almost nighttime, and we know this forest aren't safe during the night. Brianna begins to head back to the base, with Naive following behind them.----Meanwhile at the base, Sabrina is lying on the ground, feeling exhausted from all the training. Lily, Ninja, and Sabrina have finally got their Exploration Badges, it will always start at the Normal Rank every time. The color gem in the center will change, meaning the ranking has gone up the more rescuing you do. The highest ranking is the Guild master Rank, which is Brianna, along with five other explorers are. "Well, we made it Briny, we're going to be heroes!" Lily seemed to regain her strength rather fast, already hopping with excitement, then again, most grass types did that with enough sunlight. Ninja chuckled at Lilly excitement before he said "Well you certainly got your spunk back quickly in the sunlight". Spunk of course referring to her sudden energy boost.--"Well not safe for those of you who can't make amazing Illusion like myself" Illusion said rather happily, she enjoyed being the best Spy and infiltrator of the guild. Illusion had been on many dangerous missions even as a Zora because of her abilities though Brianna or Alpha were normally nearby to help her if something went wrong. Alpha followed Naive the moment she started walking. "Hehe, yeah, I pay for it though, any prolonged time in the dark and I have a problem." she stated with a blush towards him, "when that happens I might need you to protect me."this was important for her and possible teammates to remember, lengthier explorations in dark places would tire her out faster than them. The very reason she would usually curl up in a safe spot for the night. Sabrina looked at them, panting, "I don't know how you two manage to be full of energy, when I'm fully run out." Sabrina is trying to regain some of her energy so she can stand up. Then they hear they doors opening. Ninja helped Sabrina stand before he nodded to Lilly and said "I promise I will protect you and keep you safe.". Ninja had figured out he held a strong crush towards Lilly, but they still young, and he did not want to do anything until he knew if it was truly live or just a crush. He heard the door open and immediately went into defense mode just in case It was just Brianna, Illusion, Alpha, and Naive walking in. Brianna was feeling tired and so stressed out for the whole day, she needed some much-needed sleep so she can feel much better the next morning. Illusion winked at Sabrina as she said "Your looking lovely today, my wonderful Fox kin", She smiled at her before she helped her mother, knowing she had a long day and needed her sleep. Alpha stretched out his body before he whispered in Naive ear "How about we go to dinner now?" "Sure," Naive responded to Alpha, "Let's go and get dinner." Sabrina tilted her head to the side, not to sure how to respond to Illusion's comment. "Um, thank you for the compliment." Sabrina said in confusion. Lily grinned broadly at the exchange between Sabrina and illusion."he-he, you vixen you, already got the sexy gar chomp looking to take a bite." Sabrina just looked at Lily in annoyance and say to her, "Come on Lily, do you really have to start teasing at a time like this." Sabrina was pretty much not laughing at that. Lily: "as your current BFF it is my sacred duty to take the golden opportunity when I see it."she yawned."besides you could have done the same to me multiple times, not my fault you didn't." "She has a point you know" Ninja said appearing from nowhere in front of them sitting on the floor. Ninja always appeared from nowhere, and he seems to enjoy making people jump. Though not long afterward, Illusion return and smiled at the others "Mum asked me to lead you to your room, Sabrina and Lilly will be sharing a room and Ninja gets his own room" she then got them to follow her as she took Lilly and Sabrina to there room first and then showed ninja his.--Alpha kissed Naive on the cheek before he offered to take her hand and walk with her to one of the best Café he knew on the mist continent, "So, this is our room?" Sabrina asked Lily, she surveys the it was like any ordinary dorm room, there are a set of bunk beds right next to them. Lily yawns again."if it's all the same to you, I think I'd like the upper bunk. Been an eventful day, you were doing really well too, you're much stronger than your first impression." (Have to wait till the next day now) "Well, okay then. Let's hope that our first day might go well," Sabrina said as she lies down on the bottom buck, "Now let's go to sleep so that we can feel good for tomorrow." lily had already curled up in the upper bunk."word of warning, I'm an early riser, the second I catch a ray of sunshine I'm energetic again."shortly after only her breathing was audible. "Point noted. Anyway, time to catch some sleep so we can start out first day." Sabrina said, before she falls asleep. The next day:Illusion had returned from her night exploration and immediately flopped into her bed, it had been a long night for the young Ozark. When the first stream of light came though the window and shined in Ninja face ... He rolled over and stayed asleep. Sabrina wakes up, she still often feels tired every time she wakes up. She turns her head momentarily, before she went back to sleep, but only for short while when she hears a knock at the door. "Come on, just give me 20 more minutes." Sabrina said in a tiredly tone. Ninja was soon awake as the light had just been that much too strong to ignore so turning his face away from the light he opened his eyes and stretched then he yawned softly. True to her word, as soon as Lily got a good dose of sunlight she sprang up, energized." Ah, morning already, he-he, time for training." "Come out you two, you know it's time for training, Brianna decided to make Alpha your instructor so he can test your intelligence." said a voice on the other side, Sabrina wakes up, "Okay fine." Sabrina said, still feeling tired. Lily hopped from the top bunk."come on Briny, you're going to ace this one, I can tell you're smart." Alpha was meditating in the training room, with a smile on his face. He and Naive had a great dinner together and even kissed at the end of the date. He opened one eye when he felt Ninja presence as the young Broke sat on the mat in front of him. "You look like you slept well kid" Alpha said to him. "It was one of the better sleep I've had" Ninja admitted to him Sabrina came into the training, though feeling a bit sluggish, as if she was still tired and sleepy. "Are you okay Sabrina?" asked Naive, "You seem to be a bit sleepy." "It's nothing Sabrina, I will be fine." Sabrina said to her, but Naive wasn't buying it. "Here, I think you need something." She offered Sabrina some Chest Berries, that will help her cure her sleepiness. "Take these, it will help you stay wake." Lily hopped in behind the pulpit."so what's this I heard about a test?" Alpha stood up from his meditation to look at the three youngster and stood up before he said "This is an intelligent test. It's a test to see how quickly you can work something out. This also see if you can work under pressure". Ninja stood up and listened. "Every exploration team will have to deal with something like this" "Does that also mean that we have to test our minds to expect something that can also fool the mind at times? You know, what's real and what's not?" Sabrina asked Alpha. Alpha nodded and said "Yep, However my partner chose to do some late night exploration, so I'm afraid she's sleeping right now". Suddenly the doors busted open as Illusion ran in panting. "Oh my god, oh my god I'm so sorry Mr Scar wolf. I carried out some late night exploration and only got in at about 3am. I'm so sorry I overslept" She said bowing and panting at the same time. The others would now see Illusion in her normal outfit of a bikini top and a leaf skirt. Alpha chuckled at her and once she had gained her breath and eaten a chest berry Alpha gave her. She stood up right, in the morning sun she did look very beautiful even some female had comment of how she had a certain beauty about her that made both men and women attracted to her. She winked at Sabrina again before she stood next to Alpha Naive also stood next to Alpha. Sabrina is wondering what is Illusion and Naive going to a role in this test. "Are Naive and Illusion going to play a role in this test?" Sabrina asked. Lily kept quiet, she didn't exactly have anything to say and instead paid attention to this supposed test. Alpha nodded and said "Yep, Illusion if you please". Illusion nodded, and her eyes glowed before the entire room changed along with Illusion, Alpha and Naive. The room would become a large castle with 18 statues all around the castle and Alpha voice as he said "Your first challenge is a simple one, Locate all three of us in this castle" "Hmm, I guess we have to think where they are, but we either have to split up to find them or just work together as a team to find them all. We have to know which one will be beneficial?" Sabrina asked Ninja and Lily. "Hmm, they said it was simple so we shouldn't be in danger if we split up, there's probably going to be riddles involved which we shouldn't have to rely on each other to solve." She shrugged."that's my guess anyway, doing these things on our own is kind of the one thing we're not prepared for." "Well, I think we can split up, to see if we can try doing this on our own. You'll find Naive, Ninja will find Alpha, and I will find Illusion. I might sound like it's hard, but we need to try this out and see how it goes." Sabrina said. Lily: "got it, fearless leader."she jumped in excitement before scurrying off, looking for Naive. Sabrina heard Lily called her the fearless leader, and she appreciated that. So, she heads off in the other direction to search for Illusion, even if the castle hallways are maze-like. Illusion would be watching Sabrina closely thinking about if she should mess with her slightly or stay true to the plan. She chooses to mess with Sabrina slightly, after all the kids were on her world now. So as Sabrina walked, she would find herself slowly walking into a human world where her partner was a Forward. "Um, I don't remember being in this world at all, I thought I was in a castle, not in some city-like world." Sabrina said, now in a state of confusion, but she has to stay focus. The world would change more to match the world which Sabrina human mind would have some collection of while her Forward would walk next to her as she asked "Sabrina, what's wrong? You seem a little more distracted than normal my trainer?" Sabrina looked at the Forward. "No, there's nothing wrong," Sabrina responded, "But, how do you know that I am your trainer? And how do you know my name?" There are so many questions running in her head. "Well both this question are answered by the same one, we've been partners for 10 years Sabrina you saved me from a group of bullies and took me in. I grew up from a Portland we agreed to start our journey do you not remember?" She asked her looking a little sad "I-I remember now, that day I saved you from those bullies, we have been partners for a decade, and we started our journey." She begins to regain some of the memories from her human life. The Forward nodded before she asked "Do you remember my name Sabrina and how close we are?' She licked Sabrina cheek as a sign of a strong affection to her. "I can't remember your name, but I think I will make a wild guess," Sabrina said as she takes a guess, "You must be Illusion, right? Sorry if my mind is kind a foggy." Lily was still searching the illusory castle high and low but so far nothing stood out. Illusion nodded and said "Correct, and she loves you dearly master". She kissed Sabrina on the cheek before she moved ahead of her but stop when she noticed something and quickly moved as a statue drop, shatter her illusion in the room with Sabrina returning them both to their normal state. "Well, I guess you caught me" She said with a smile. Mike the Blood wolf said: Illusion nodded and said "Correct, and she loves you dearly master". She kissed Sabrina on the cheek before she moved ahead of her but stop when she noticed something and quickly moved as a statue drop, shatter her illusion in the room with Sabrina returning them both to their normal state. "Well, I guess you caught me" She said with a smile. Click to expand... "Well, you gave me an easy chance. Next, be a little bit smarter and makes this difficult, sweetie." Sabrina said before she kisses Illusion on the cheek as well Illusion blushed when Sabrina kissed her on the cheek before she asked her "So what do you want to do now? Wait for your friends to find Naive and Alpha or see if we can find them ourselves"--Ninja was speeding though the castle searching every knew and cranny, sometimes he would even go washing past Lilly in his search for the creature known as Alpha. Alpha had been smart though and used the darkest spots to hide though on occasions his fur would briefly spark up blue. Lily eventually come across a dead end, or so she thinks it is. "You may think you have come across dead end, but you need to know that sometimes the mind can play tricks on you. You see three walls, one of them is a fake one and that contains a hidden room. Knock one of them down, and you will find me." That was Naive's voice speaking to Lily. Lily nods bringing out her vine whip and lashing each wall, listening which would be hollow. Finding the one she was looking for she would then proceed to attack it to tear it down. Lily manages to break down the false wall, and just like that, Lily find Naive. "Well, looks like you have manage to find me. I guess some of your partners are looking for Alpha and Illusion." Naive said to Lily. Lily: "yes, but knowing them I'm the last one." "Nope, Ninja has still not found me though I suspect he's using this chance to pinpoint my location now" Alpha voice answered Lilly before the sound of Ninja whooshing stop, and he appeared in front of Alpha saying "That was actually quite difficult". "You still caught me though" Alpha said with a chuckle before Illusion told everyone to met back in the center of the castle where the illusion vanished returning them to the guild once more. "Well, that wasn't too difficult for the three of you, right? Anyway, I guess we can take a break, we'll meet back here later." Naive said. Meanwhile, Brianna is outside, trying to get some fresh air, but she didn't get good sleep after she had that dream last night. Lily nods deciding to go outside and catch some sunlight."hmm? Brianna?" "Something is not adding up. A voice in my dream is telling me that Cerberus planning to do something sinister," Brianna is saying these things to herself, pacing back and forth, "I don't know what he's planning, but I know it something awful." Brianna didn't notice Lily. "Should we be worried Brianna?"she had gotten closer now, probably a bit too close to not startle her. Soon the ground beneath Lilly shook briefly before from the middle of the battlefield came a female Gar chomp who stretched out her body before she said "Ah, another successful exploration. I hope the guild master is happy with what I found". In her bag, she had a few TM's and HM's but had also found many gems and Crystals. Her most prized treasures though were that she had found a number of mega stones including one the guild master had wanted her to find. She looked up from her treasure and waved to Brianna and Lilly before she walked up to them. "Well, it seems you have come back with something interesting," Brianna said to the Gar chomp, "I was wonder where you have been yesterday." Brianna wasn't able to respond to Lily's question. Lily meanwhile was completely mesmerized by what she saw in the bag."wow, that's a lot of shiny stuff..." Night Striker chuckle and handed Lilly a sparking grass gem before she turned to the Guild master. "Yep, Your information was on the dot Guild master. I was also able to find your mega stone which should help you out next time Cerberus shows his ugly face" She said as she handed the Brianna the Absolute before she showed the Guild master a few more of the mega stones she had. "I appreciate that you find something that will be really useful. Cerberus might be stronger than me, but I will show him the real strength." Brianna said then looks at Lily, "That Gem increase your move in use." "Cerberus is not stronger than you guild master, you are the strongest Pokemon here, and you have friends that will always help you against Cerberus no matter what" Night striker said to her with a smile and gave her a soft kiss on the cheek before she said "Now, I'm guessing we have some new recruits as this young Sn ivy is certainly a new face to me" "oh yes, sorry for not introducing myself, I'm Lily, Naive, Ninja and me just started training today actually... and thank you so much for the Grass gem, I'll be sure to make the most of it." "Um, Lily, don't you mean Sabrina? Because she was actually training alongside you." Brianna correcting Lily as she walks back inside. Sabrina is taking a little nap in the corner of the training room while Naive is punching the test dummy. Lily: "OOP, yeah I did... gas where do I have my head today?" Lily was not particularly tired, the sun being up giving her plenty energy."umm, Naive? Could we train together? I want to work on my precision, and you look like you're fast and hard to hit." "Hmm, I guess that could work, but I think that process will likely take weeks," Naive said to Lily, "I'm mean you can't learn it straight away, it takes a very long time." "Yeah, but it's specifically about how much I'd need to lead someone fast, and if I don't start now it'll only take longer." Illusion had left a small blanket on Sabrina to keep her warm while she naps before she watched the exchange between Naive and Lilly before she walked up to them and said "How about you try a practice battle against me, someone who slightly faster than Naive but clearly not as strong. Naive hits you once Lilly and you're going to be Toed" "hmm, good point actually... if that was an offer, I'm grateful." Illusion nodded and said "It was an offer, and I'm happy to take you on" She showed Lilly a training room away from the others so stray attack or blocked attack would not hit the others in the guild before Illusion took a deep breath and said "You get first move" Deciding to get some practice with her Vine whip in she lashes at illusion with it. "Okay, you two may practice, I will take a short nap. Then we will continue our training." Naive said as she begins to head back to her dorm so that she can rest. Illusion blocked the Vine whips with her arms before she used Night daze and vanished into the shadows after her attack to challenge Lilly to use her practice from today to locate her. Alpha stop Naive before she went to her DOM to give her a quick kiss on the cheek as he said "I'll see you tonight for our next date" Lily wasted no time conjuring up a second whip and twirling both around herself, making her proximity a flurry of lashes. The general idea behind it was to allow no angle of attack. As her two whips also accelerated she kept an eye out on her surroundings, night daze would hide Illusion but only so much, if she attempted an attack, Lily would have a precious few seconds to react. Silence would be in the air until Illusion would appear behind Lilly from the show and used flamethrower quickly followed by another Night daze if she missed or her attack was blocked. The sight of the flames awoke a very deep-seated fear in Lily, rather than take any action she simply cowered down and made herself as small as she possibly could. With this of course she effectively forfeited the fight, not that she was in any particular position to care. Noticing that Lilly had curled herself into a ball made Illusion cock her head before she walked up to the cowering Sn ivy and sat next to her as she stroked the Leaf tail knowing that it helped relax her though there were other effect but right now Illusion just wanted to help make her relax and come out of her ball. "You might want to be careful, cause certain Grass types have a fear of Fire," Brianna said, but that makes her concern about how Lily will do with against Fire Type Pokémon or Fire Type moves in general. The stroking of her tail indeed made her forget her anxiety and she uncurled, softly cooing at the touch as well"s-sorry for blowing it like that... MMH... I just remembered... something horrible." Illusion looked at her mother as she nodded and said "I know mum, I just did not think Lilly had that fear". Though even after Lilly uncurled from her ball, Illusion still kept stroking her tail as she said "Care to tell me what it was? You know Sabrina is a fire user right? You can't do this if you out exploring with her. Your young and inexperienced and there are Pokémon out there that would take advantage of that" "Sabrina is a lot less scary than you are... the flamethrower would probably not look like a wall of burning death... or a forest fire... it's actually weird, I vividly remember a forest fire, how much it hurt to breathe... no escape... but I'm also absolutely sure the forest I remember here never actually did burn."she wiggled her backside a bit, now that her mind was on her confusion rather than fear her body decided to enjoy itself. Sabrina then wakes up to see Lily, Brianna, and Illusion talking to each other. She was wondering what is going on over there and see if she can probably join in. Illusion kept stroking her tail happy it was keeping her calm though making sure she did not hit any of the sensitive parts of her tail so she could avoid making her moan in front of everyone before she saw Sabrina and waved to her "Hello Sabrina, did you have a good nap? I would like you and Lilly to spar each other and then Ninja can spar one of you as well" Hearing that Sabrina was awake, lily hopped out of Illusion's hold and nodded to her gratefully."thanks for calming me down... I really need to work on standing the sight of fire."she then turns to Sabrina."well you heard her, let's give it a go?" Illusion nodded and step aside so Lilly and Sabrina could battle it out. "Well, I still can't learn any new Fire Type moves yet, so my move Ember has to do best." Sabrina said as she begins stretching. Meanwhile, Naive begins to get ready for her nap. Lily was waiting for Sabrina to get ready having absorbed more sunlight she was pumped again. Ninja watched the two of them to see if they were going to battle or not. Lily by this point wondered where Sabrina had drifted off to, it was as if she was miles away lost in thought." Briny? You still with us here?" "Hey, you do realize I'm still awake," Sabrina said as her right hand is surrounded with tiny embers, "Make sure you don't flinch." "Bring it, briny."this time she smirked, as long as it didn't absolutely fill her vision it was only as dangerous as the type advantage usually made it. Sabrina starts off the practice battle by using her own move, Ember. Lily settled for what she did best by now, the vine whip, rather than taking a face full of embers head on though she tried to get around and blindside her friend.

Pokemon Mystery Dungeon_ A New Era|rating:3.0

Sugar Rush (~Zeal~ + Troy)

(pulled into the driveway of her parents house, her shift at the local grocery store had just ended, and she needed to get to work on her papers due on Friday. It was Spring Break on Saturday, and she wanted to be finished, not that she was going to Florida or Mexico, she needed to pick up more shifts in order to pay for her studies. She wasn't as lucky as her brother Marcus, he had been given a full scholarship to the local prep school and had just finished his law degree, it felt like she had been given the raw deal, her parents pushed all their attention onto Marcus and almost forgotten about her. She walked into the house heading straight up the stairs to bedroom, it was a fairly empty room, a bed, dresser and vanity, desk and bookcase in one corner. Furthermore, she opened up her laptop starting on her paper, several weeks ago she had joined a website called 'Sugar Rush', it was a dating site for women looking for older men. Furthermore, she had little luck dating during her High school life, the one guy she had dated she didn't really like him like he had liked her. Since joining the site she had a few bites, mostly they were men just after a quick fuck, if she had wanted that she would be on Tinder picking up anyone that moved. She didn't think she was unattractive, she was 5ft9, slightly on the tall side for most women, slender body with an ample chest and curved hips. She had new blonde hair, during school it had been dark, she wore her dark rimmed glasses most days. Sitting back in her chair she gave a look at the Sugar Rush site, she used the username Tempest. With a small sigh she checked the people online and looked through a few profiles, no one stood out to her. Maybe she was being too picky, she decided to do a search maybe if she messaged a few people she'd at least have a little fun over Spring Break. She searched for an area close to where she lived, there were a few people within the catchment. She sent all of them the same message;Quote Hey there, I see that we're in the same area, wondered if you'd like to chat sometime. Let me know. TempestImogen went back to her paper, hoping to get a few more hours of work in before going to bed. She left the site window open, forgetting it was there waiting for her. Troy had been checking his email sometime back when he’d come across the ad for the “Sugar Rush” site. He’d made a simple profile and really hadn’t thought much more about it. Troy was a successful businessman just after college he’d made some investments in new technology. Turns out it was a good move. He’d become an almost instant billionaire. Money didn’t really mean a lot to him. He was raised in a middle class family the only child of a construction worker and a waitress. He struggled with grades in both grade school and college. Apparently he had a sixth sense when it came to investments because he was almost a genius when it came to making money on the stock market. He’d become somewhat of a workaholic devoting most of his time to business ventures and working out. He was tall at 6’5 his body was perfectly sculpted. Lately he’d been feeling lonely Troy had never been much of a ladies man. Experiences he’d had early in life had kind of put him off on having any sort of relationship. He was bored it was late coming across the email from his membership to Sugar Rush he’d decided to give it a look. He’d been browsing for almost an hour when he saw her profile.“Tempest” She looked so familiar but, yet he couldn’t think of where he’d saw her. She was about 15 years younger than him. That’s about the age difference between him and his sister. Her pictures were absolutely stunning. He hovered his cursor over the like button. Finally, he clicked it. Sending her a rose.... We’ll see how this work if she was interested maybe she’d message him. Troy went ahead and added a few pictures. One of him at the beach. It showed off his perfect body not to mention other parts of him. Closing the laptop he laid it on the night stand turned off the lamp and went to sleep. Imogen had almost forgotten about the site, she had been studying hard for hours it was almost 2 and her paper was all but finished. She saved it about a dozen times before closing everything down. She looked at the window, there were a few messages mostly just one acronym "DT?" or unsolicited dick pics, she forwarded those to the mods to make sure those men were dealt with. There was one message that stood out. Someone had given her a like and send her a rose, she looked over the profile, the pictures seemed incredibly familiar had this person used a model's photo as his own. She frowned but decided to bite." Hey there, Sorry for the late message, thank you for the like and the rose. What brings you to the site?" She asked keeping the message short, his profile showed he was new, maybe he was a bit or a scammer, well she'd see tomorrow. She shut her computer down heading to bed, she needed to be up at 10 to get ready for work, she wondered if she'd ever finish her degree. It had already taken her 2 more years than normal due to financial difficulties, but all she had left was 6 months. Troy woke up early as usual...he had nothing to do today. Opening his laptop he checked his male he saw he had a response from the profile of that gorgeous girl he’d liked. Why not reply, he thought... QuoteTempest, I read your profile. I hope the college life is treating you well. I should probably tell you a bit more about my self since I have a half ass profile. Furthermore, I’m sort of an entrepreneur/businessman I enjoy working out and spending time at the beach. Furthermore, I didn’t have an age listed because it’s probably a turn-off to most that I’m nearing 41. Furthermore, I have a lot of free time on my hands as of late. If you’d like to chat sometime feel free to message me. Hitting send he closed his computer and headed to his private gym. After about a 2-hour workout he’d decided to take a drive downtown. Maybe have a few drinks and do some shopping. Imogen woke up and checked her email as she got ready for work. Seeing the reply she smiled slightly typing back. QuoteHey, You get that this is a sugar daddy/mommy dating site right? That younger men and women are looking for older men and women to date. If you actually look like this and put your age you'd get more messages than Santa, but at the same time you probably wouldn't be messaging me. Collage is collage, I can't wait to be done, I can finally get a real job and not have to live with my parents. TempestShe got ready for work, and heading to the store, she felt like she lived there most days. She knew most of the customers by name and to her annoyance trained her manager many years ago, not that he cared he was a self-centered out (and the area managers son). She headed into the building and was instantly pulled to the side by one of the other cashiers she considered her friend. "Hey, Derek wants you to work this weekend." She sighed as she saw Derek approach her, with his smug face and self-righteous attitude. "Jimmy, just who I wanted to see. I need you to cover Heather's shifts on Saturday and Sunday, thanks." He started to walk away from her." Derek, um...no." She said loudly watching him turn. "I booked this weekend off months ago."" Heather has plans." He complained folding his arms over his chest." She already fucks you in your office on the clock, so why should this weekend be any different. No." She grits her teeth glaring back at him." How dare you say that?" He turned bright red." Everyone knows what you two do when you're doing inventory. So, no I'm not working this weekend and if you threaten to fire me I have a copy of the tape where you groped me last summer." She turned heading into the back, the rest of the staff was stood there shocked at what they had just seen. Troy spent more time in the city than her intended but, he’d done some shopping for his sisters upcoming birthday. It was kind of late when he arrived home. He laid down in bed and checked his email on his phone. Another message from Tempest... QuoteTrue I guess I didn’t realize the whole sugar daddy thing. I’ll post more pictures if I need to prove I’m real. I know some men are creeps. Furthermore, I really am just looking for a companion someone to hang out with and maybe attend charity functions. Furthermore, I actually made this account a very long time ago and had forgotten about it. Furthermore, I was feeling a little bored and lonely, so I logged in and that’s when I saw your profile. You look really familiar but, I’m not sure why. Away, I hope you’ve had a fantastic night. I’d love to hear back from you. He added a couple more pictures of him to his profile. Still leaving the page blank. She found his message when she arrived home, she sat down on her bed as she opened the window to reply. QuoteYou seem really familiar to me too, I just thought your picture might be of a model, there are a few guys on the site that use fake pictures. Well you live in the area maybe you passed me by once or twice. My night was...well I got paid to work lets put it that way. If you ever want to be got for a coffee that would be cool, I mean if you want. She looked at his photos, where had AHE seen him before? She was kicking herself for not knowing. Laying back in bed she suddenly thought of her friend, it was her birthday in a few days, one of the reasons she was taking the weekend off was to celebrate it. He was on his phone when he got her reply. Hmm mm....coffee sounds nice. QuoteCoffee sounds fantastic! It’s still fairly early would you like to meet now. My number is 555-4321 call or text if you're interested. He was kind of excited his loneliness had been gnawing at him lately. Maybe she’d be just what he needed. He went ahead and jumped in the shower. Getting ready he was going for coffee regardless so why not be ready. He was neatly groomed clean-shaven. He’d put on a button down that showed his nearly perfect physique. Furthermore, he sat down waiting for his reply Imogen saw his reply, she was pretty much ready for bed but...sure. She got his number and put it in before texting." This is... Tempest, give me 20 minutes, and I'll meet you..." She gave him the address of a Starbucks, slightly out of town, she didn't want anyone to see her on a date and spread it round. She jumped in the shower herself and pulled on skinny jeans and a t-shirt, she was dressed really casual, but it was just coffee. She drove to the store arrive a few minutes early she waited, forcing herself to stay. “Great I’ll see you in 20“ he replied. Pulling up to the Starbucks...“ I’m in the big Black Dodge pickup that’s parked in the end of the first row” He got out and stood by his truck looking for “tempest” She looked around from inside her car as he said he had arrived, she frowned realizing the car was beside hers. She bit her lip as she texted "I'm in the crappy blue POS beside your car." She gave it a few seconds before stepping out, she looked over at the pickup wondering if he really looked like how pictures. She walked around to his driver side and smiled when she saw him. "Hey." She said softly, still not recognizing him. “ Hello, it’s Troy the guy from the ad” He said with a big smile. “Shall we” motioning toward the door. Wow he thought, she really is gorgeous. Somehow he knew her....her voice was so familiar.“So I’m guessing Tempest isn’t your real name? I’m probably only idiot that uses their real name. I mean I didn’t even realize OT was a site for sugar daddy and commas to hookup. Furthermore, I really do promise I’m smarter than that. “ Imogen smiled as she looked up at Troy, he seemed familiar to her too, he motioned to the door she nodded walking towards it. "Tempest is not my real name, someone used to called me that." She smiled, she was referring to him when she was younger and hanging out with his sister. "My real name is Imogen." She nodded." Don't worry about the site, I'm not a gold digger or anything, I'm just... over guys my age, thought I'd branch out." She offered as they found a table. "So, um... Troy, you look really familiar, I don't know why." She fiddled with a lock of her hair as she tried to place his face. Imogen...he thought, that really rings a bell. “Wait do you know Julie Jordan ?” He remembered now but, no way that was Tempest the skinny flat chested kid that had been his sisters best friend. When he saw her fiddling with her hair it all came to him. He remembered she used to do that all the time when she was a kid. What a small world. If that was her....what should he do? Would his sister be pissed? His mind was going a thousand directions at once. She looked at him as he asked about Julie, she frowned. "Yes, she's my friend, I mean we haven't hung out in a while, but we still talk..." It suddenly hit her Troy... She blushed heavily as she looked at him." Troy?" She bit her lip slightly, she had always though he was cute, but he was a grown up, she always considered herself a child when she thought of him, and now he was sat opposite her. She ordered a coffee when the waiter appeared, "So, um...how have you been?" She asked a little nervously. Smiling at her“ Well I’ve actually managed to do quite well for a guy that barely passed his classes. I’m an entrepreneur, and I was fortunate enough to have made some good choices along the way. That’s put me...well financially stable, you could say.” He looked at her differently than he did when she was a kid. She was definitely gorgeous....” This is hard to believe I haven't sawed Julie in a while. I’m sure you’re going to the party this Saturday.” "Julie said you were doing well for yourself, I always thought you would." She bit her lip slightly. "I feel a little awkward now, this was meant to be kinda like a date, but it feels more like going down memory lane." She sighed slightly." How about we pretend we don't know each other instead of all these memories we have. I'm Imogen, 25, and I'm half a semester away from graduating collage and getting the'll out of this town." She smiled, the pretense was helping her relax. “I’m Troy... So what are you planning on doing after school?” He sipped his coffee looking at her making eye contact as often as he could. He shifted in his seat letting his leg touch hers.“What does Imogen like to do besides school and work?” He was awe struck by her beauty. It was making him a bit nervous. That was in usual for him. He never felt that way. She smiled at him as he took up to rouse. "Well, I'm currently studying accounting, boring I know, but I like it." She felt his leg brush against hers she bit her lip slightly as the coffees arrived she grabbed the cup sipping it carefully." Well, I don't really have time when I'm not studying I'm working or sleeping." She sighed slightly. "I work at the grocery store." She frowned. "But I have an internship set up for summer." She gave the name of the company not realizing it was his. "So I've been working hard hoping to save up so I can concentrate on my future and not worry about bills." She blushed knowing that talking about money waste something that should be done on a date...was this a date? She looked at him, "OK, level with me, you're not single, are you? You have a wife and kids at home, just looking to pick up someone?" She asked frowning. "Or are you single just a deviant?" He grinned a sideways grin“ No and No I’m just a single old guy on a date with a beautiful young woman right now. So...the internship is at General Technological? That’s interesting...very interesting. “He shifted his leg again moving it against her. “ So any plans after coffee ?” She didn’t have a clue just exactly what he was worth or who he was. This was great, most women just wanted him for money. . Never liking him for who he was or his personality. Hopefully this would be different. Imogen had his full attention he couldn’t take his eyes off her. She nodded "Yes, just going to play with numbers at Gen Tech." She nodded, "Though I imagine I'll be making coffees for the first month." She sighed. "At least I'll have a real job." She offered with a shrug. She felt his leg brushing against hers, she smiled biting her lip slightly. "Well, I didn't have a plan after coffee, I wasn't sure if we'd click." She smiled. "Did you have plans or was there anything you want to do?" She asked as she fiddled with a lock of her hair. “Like you, I had no idea how it would go What kind of things do you like ? For fun that is ? I’m a fool about staying fit. I enjoy working out and lifting weights. Helps me burn off stress. Nothing like a few rounds on the speed bag to help get things into perspective. “Since there’d been no resistance he slid his foot between hers they were fairly close, so his knee was only inches from her crotch. “I also play a little golf it’s not my favorite. I fish of shore as well. “The attraction of her to him had him going into a dominant mode. Not often did women have this effect on him. But, Imogen was pushing him into overdrive, and he had no idea why. He wondered if she shared the same attraction and desires as him. "I like to work out too, I love running, it's easy and all you need is a road and some music. I never really do things that you can do with people, most of my friends went to collage out of town." She blushed as she felt his knee between her legs, she wondered if it was because he was so tall that he needed extra legroom, but she wasn't sure. She didn't try to push him away, part of her wanted his attention, she wanted him." So, um..." She bit her lip blushing slightly. "Did you want to grab dinner? We could do a burger or something?" She offered, it was something easy and cheap, she didn't want him to think he had to pay for everything. “That sounds great, do you need to take your car somewhere? I can Follow and pick you up if you want.” His eyes were locked on hers he’d saw her blushing and the sight of her biting her lip was arousing his desires. Sliding his chair forward his knee was now against the thin fabric covering her sex. “ Where’s your favorite place to get a burger?” Pushing his knee a bit further against her. He couldn’t help himself. This was not him at all. Something about Imogen was driving him. Thoughts of all kinds entered his mind. Where would this lead, Maybe he was reading her wrong. My god, she looks gorgeous. What would she think when she found out exactly who he was. His brain was like a circus. "I could drive home, and you could follow me and pick me up?" She asked, she felt his knee pressing against her, she knew it was too late to say something without it being obvious what he was doing. "Um...." She bit her lip pushing a lock of hair from her eyes. She moved her hand down touching his knee softly before pulling the chair back a little, his leg still between hers but just letting him know that this might not be the place to do something like that. "I don't really have a preference, it kinda depends on if you want to be seen in town or not." She blushed as she moved her hand back over the table sipping her drink still. “ I can follow you home and I don’t mind being seen in town. You say that like you think I’m trying to hide something. “ Smiling and laughing a bit as he said it.“ I know of a little diner in the city...the burgers are fantastic. “ Troy stood up and stepped to the side allowing her room to get up. I’ll follow you he said moving toward the door. Following her, he couldn’t believe this was happening. It was like a dream for him. He only hoped he wasn’t moving too fast. Troy tended to overthink everything. He tried to push those thoughts out of his head and just go with the flow. She smiled as she looked at him. "Alright follow me home." She nodded as he stood, she moved past him, her body brushing against him, she could smell his cologne." In the city?" She asked. "Alright, I haven't been to the city for a while." She nodded looking up at him as they headed to their cars. "You remember where I live right?" She asked, "In case I loose you." She drove off to her place, it wasn't long she was at her home. Her parents were out she looked, she waited for him to join her. Troy pulled into Imogen parents house. It’d been years since he’d been by here. Getting out of his truck he walked around and opened the passenger door. “I know it’s a big ass truck. “ He said giving her a boost.“The neighborhood hasn’t changed much.” He was leaning toward her propped on the center console. “ How long did you say it was until you start at Gen Tech? “ He was almost into the city. “ You'lobe making this drive everyday then. He opened the door to his car for her, she smiled. "It's a nice truck." She smiled, much better than the early 2000s POS she was driving. "Nothing really changes, I'm sure 100 years everything will be the same." She frowned." I start the 2nd week in May." She offered, "So about a month or so, I should graduate." She laughed, it wasn't a concern for her, she was almost done with everything. The drive wasn't too long, but she was sure that it would get old. "I wouldn't mind moving to the city, but I have to wait till the internship is up. The worst thing is there are 5 interns and 2 full-time positions open, the odds aren't in my favor." She frowned fiddling with her hair." Do you in the city?" She asked. “ I do ......live and work in the city. I personally think you’ll love Gen Tech.” Grinning he slid his hand over the front of the console lifting it up.“Have you ever been to a charity dinner or any kind of formal event ?” He moved his hand across the seat resting it on the top of her thigh. She watched as he moved the console of his truck, it felt as if there was less distance between them. "I hope so." She smiled, "It'll be nice to work in the city." She bit her lip leaning towards him." Formal dinner?" She shook her head, "No, I can't say I ever have, do you go charity events often?" She frowned unsure what he was just planning, before she could ask she was distracted by his hand on her thigh. "Oh um." She blushed looking over at him. Squeezing her thigh a bit. “Yes I actually go to events all over the country. “ He pulled into the diner. “This is the place he shifted around in his seat he was incredibly turned on just from touching her. He hoped she hadn’t noticed the giant bulge in his lap. Turning to face her their eyes met, and his hand slid down to her inner thigh. “If things go good with us. Maybe you could accompany me to an event Friday.” "All over the country?" She asked wondering if she had asked him what he did for a living. They pulled up at the place, she smiled biting her lip as his hand moved further along her thigh." You must really like my legs." She commented, laughing slightly. "I hope things will go well between us, I've always liked you, but I never thought you'd like me." She said softly biting her lip slightly. “I really like you. I know that sounds nuts but it’s true. If I’m making you feel uncomfortable I apologize. It’s totally out of character for me to be so forward with a woman. But, it’s my nature...when I see something I really want I won’t except no less than to have it.” His hand moved further up her inner thigh as he leaned toward her. “ You were a kid back then Imogen and now your definitely not a kid. “He wondered if he should tell her who he was right now. Troy decided it best if he told her while they ate. He leaned in a bit closer toward her his hand firmly on her inner thigh. The tight fabric of his jeans allowing the perfect view of just how massive and girth he was. "If you were making me uncomfortable I would have told you earlier." She said softly, she shifted slightly in her seat, not from comfort but because she was turned on, more than she wanted him to know. "So, what exactly do you any?" She asks softly, she hoped it was more than a one night stand. He leaned closer, if his hand moved up. Any higher she wouldn't be able to hide her arousal. It had been so long since she had been touched by a man, and even longer since she felt this turned on. She moved her hand to his neck, brushing her fingers into his hair as she leaned closer, brushing her lips softly, almost timidly over his lips. “I want a relationship a girlfriend that might eventually become my wife. No games I’m not a player Imogen. “ When their lips grazed, and she shifts his hand moved up. He was now cupping her pussy the thin fabric of her pants wet on his hand. Brushing her hair back he kissed her neck. His breath hot on her skin. “I’m so glad we met” he whisper “Someday you’ll be mine. “ His words confident and dominant. His hand moved against her sex massaging her through the thin fabric. He knew she was turned on. That’s exactly what he was hoping for. "A girlfriend, wife?" She frowned, she was thinking he couldn't mean her. There were many women out there with their lives together, she still lived at home and the age difference. She frowned slightly at him as she looked over at him before kissing him, she might as well have a little fun. She sighed slightly, the kiss sent shivers down hid spine and his words...she wanted to believe them, but doubt was ever present. She felt his hand cupping her pussy, she gasped slightly, "You should probably stop that, if we want to get dinner." She whispered, she didn't want him to stop, but she didn't want to have an orgasm in a car outside a diner, she wasn't 16 again. Kissing her lips softly he moved his hand. “Your right we should stop. “ His face a big red. Opening his door he walked around and Opened hers. He’d spotted a corner table in the little diner. It was kind of crowded for that time of night. He ordered water. “I’ll have a double cheeseburger and onion rings.” He told the waitress.“So, Imogen I’ve been kinda putting off telling you something...” Fidgeting with his straw wrapper. “Remember me telling you I was a businessman and a bit of an entrepreneur? Well... I actually own Gen Tech it’s one of 5 subsidiaries to my tech corporation TJ technologies. I’m sure you’ve heard of that. Furthermore, I have been fortunate to well.have made a fortune. So In give back to lots of charities. Most provide opportunities for underprivileged kids that might not have a chance to learn on a higher level otherwise. I hope you don’t get upset that I didn’t say anything off the bat. It’s just I’ve been taken advantage of so many times by women that just wanted my money. I’m very cautious. I have an uncanny sense of seeing through people. Furthermore, I know you’re not one of those.” Smiling his eyes hadn’t left hers while he talked. ““I know you think I must be crazy but, I feel something with you, I can’t figure whittle attraction is. Beside the obvious physical one. There’s way more. “ Imogen hated when he pulled away, she wanted more but here and now wasn't the right place. She took a few seconds to compose herself as he opened the door, she moved beside him, instantly she reached for his hand, holding it as they walked into the diner. She ordered the same before listening to him talk, she frowned as he said he owned Gen Tech. “So wait, you're my boss?” She asked frowning at him as he told her he gave money to charity, she looked at him, was he really that rich? She sipped her drink once it arrived.“You're my boss and incredibly rich?” She asked, shaking her head. “Julie said you did well for yourself, but nothing more.” She frowned slightly, “I'd hope there's more.” She offered, reaching over she's touching his hand softly.“You probably don't remember this, but I think the last time we actually spoke I was going to your parents to see Julie, it was just before my senior prom. The guy I liked asked someone else, and I was bummed, you told me that sometimes you don't get what you want, but it would be worth it in the end.” She smiled. “Were you talking about you?” Smiling back at her“ Well you know Tempest...” laughing as he said it. “I always did think you were beautiful, and I remember that day specifically. I would have taken you, but that would have been all kinds of wrong I mean technically I am old enough to be your dad. You look even more beautiful now than then.” Pausing he took her hand “I am very, very well off and yes I own the company but, I have people that do the bossing for me. “ He laughed.“You know how Julie and I grew up middle class just like your parents. So I got lucky I made some market moves at just the right time then I had some ideas of how to improve and sell new age Tech products. I’ve had to work incredibly hard to be where I am. I worked incessantly and obsessively taking no time for my health or me. Two years ago I was flying from NYC to Denver the flight I was supposed to be on was delayed for mechanical problems. A friend and one of my early investors happened to call me. He told me I could use his Private jet. So I did...the flight I was supposed to be on crashed, no survivors. I made a choice to slow it down let my boards handle more and take time for myself. I’m building my parents a new home. Furthermore, I started getting involved with charities and non-profits trying to give back. Furthermore, I also started working out bulking up and trying to make healthy choices. “ Leaning in toward her“ and now I have found my sweet beautiful Tempest. “ She sighed as she looked over at him. "I know I told Julie once I thought you were hit, and she just about gagged, I know the age difference is weird, but I honestly don't care, I think it would be weirder if I was still a teenager." She smiled." He said he had other people doing the bossing, it's a shame, we could have had some illicit boss/employee liaisons." She smiled blushing slightly. She listened to him talking about the flight, she frowned, "Well I'm glad that you're alive and decided to join the site and sent me a message. Although I'm sure we would have met at Julie's party, maybe we were just a few days early. “Well on the bright side maybe you can just be my personal assistant.... I’d take real good care of you. We may be a few days early either way we’re here, and I’m glad.” He's leaning across the table and kissed her softly on the lips.“So where is it you work now? If you’ve already told me I’m sorry for not paying closer attention. “ "Your personal assistant." She smiled, "I'm sure that would go down well." She laughed softly, "I'm glad too, but I could see us being too nervous to be honest at the party." She smiled blushing softly. She smiled as she kissed him back softly. He asked where she worked she sighed. "At the Shop Smart." She sighed shaking her head slightly. "I hate it there." She sighed. "Derek, the guy that I went to prom with is my manager. He's such a creep." "Well maybe we can do something about that soon.' The waitress came with their food."How's the burger? Mines great as usual... Did he not date my sister at some point? I don't know I could be thinking differently I love Julie but, she goes through the guys, I can't keep track of them." Laughing as he said it. Imogen smiled as the food arrived, she started to eat. "This is great." She nodded trying not to laugh as he asked about Derek." Yer, she really likes guys, I'm not sure if she'll ever settle down." She smiled. "As for Derek, he was dating your sister and hitting me at the same time, she dumped him before prom, I somehow ended up as his date and his hands wandered a little too much." She sighed as she remembered the end of the night." I gave him a black eye and I never got a single raise when he became my boss." She pouted slightly. "He sounds like a real Douche. I have an idea why don't you just quit? You have a new job..." He reached across the table and wiped a bit of mustard off her cheek. "I mean I know a guy that has real connections at Gen Tech...positive he can pull a few strings." he said Smiling and laughing "He is a douche and always will be." She smiled at his offer. "I want to, but I need to save, I have tuition I need to pay for, and I need to live during my internship." She sighed softly. As much as she'd love to rely on him, it didn't feel right, they were just getting reacquainted what if they weren't compatible, what if he slept with her then found someone else? She frowned not wanting to think like that. "I worked so hard to almost finish my degree it would be a waste of 6 years to have you help me now. " No rush and I would never just give you anything. I had to work really hard to get to where I am so there's no way I would take those life experiences away from you."" I remember you being extremely smart I know you seemed the opposite of sis... See I notice things like you playing with your hair when you want to say what's on your mind but don't." The waitress brought the check and put it on the table. "So tomorrow is Friday are you off?" "Good, I want to work for things, thought it is tough, I'm pretty much being paid the same as a 16-year-old and I do more work than Derek, not that I can say anything his dad is the area manager." He called her out on her tell she smiled. "You noticed that already?" She sighed slightly, the waitress left the check she picked it up, not wanting him to think she was just after his money. Grabbing the check from her playfully "It's on me tonight we're on a date and what kind of man would I be if I didn't pay for a five dollar burger."" You never answered me about being off tomorrow" She sighed as he grabbed the check from her. "But it means next time I have to pay, and it might not be a 5 dollar burger." She laughed softly." I am off tomorrow, I handed in my last paper today, and I booked the entire weekend off. Why do you want to do something?" “Of course I do... So what’s your plans for tonight it’s only eight. I know I should have ideas but, I’ve not dated in so long I’m sort of like the old guy that does everything alone. “ Standing up he leaned down and kissed her lips softly. “I’m going to go pay and use the restroom I’ll be right back. “ She smiled as he stood up. "Honestly I spend all my time studying or working, I haven't dated since high school." She pouted slightly before he kissed her and headed off. As soon as he was out of sight a guy sat down opposite her, "Hey, so couldn't help but notice you, want to go for a drink?" She frowned looking back towards the restroom. "No, thank you for asking, but I'm on a date right now." She frowned." Oh, really, I thought that was your dad." He laughed, "Sure you don't want to go out with someone your own age."" Age and maturity are two different things, I don't date children." She stood up heading to the door, leaving him stunned. He saw Imogen at the door when he walked out of the restroom. She looked upset walking toward her, he noticed a guy sitting at the counter staring at him. “What’s wrong“ he asked. “Did something happen?” Imogen looked at Troy as he walked over. "Nothing I can't handle." She smiled as she took his hand, heading out the door. "The guy tried to hit on me saying he was more my age." She saved her hand dismissively, "He was a douchebag. Now did you think about what you want to do?" She asked, wanting to change the subject. “I live pretty close if you like we could go to my place. I have a pool, hot tub, small private movie theater. Dungeon complete with stock, racks and pleasure machines of all sorts.” He tried to keep in but, busted out laughing when he said the last part.“Really I have no idea I only set out to have coffee tonight. If you don’t want to go to my house that’s ok. I know we just met. I wasn’t trying to push that idea on you. Furthermore, I just have plenty of things to do there. “ She laughed. "I didn't realize you were more Christian Gray!" She smiled looking over at him. "I wouldn't mind seeing your place, dungeon and all." She bit her lip." It's not as if we just met, I have known you most of my life." She pressed herself as she leaned against him kissing him deeply, her hands running over his chest. "Hamm." His tongue entangled with hers. His hands went around her waist and up her back. Braking the kiss“ that’s true I have.” After a few more kisses he led her to his truck, opening the door and helping her in. His house was just about ten minutes away. They pulled up in front of a huge iron gate. Troy pressed a remote on his visor and the gate opened. His house was huge. He pulled in the garage and let her out of the truck. He unlocked the door opening it. Welcome, Imogen. She looked at the house as they arrived she blinked, "Wow, this is huge." She laughed softly, she got out of the truck following him to the door, she took his hand. "I don't think I've ever been in a house so big." She looked around as he showed her the house." You said something about a hot tub." She smiled giggling at him, "I could do with a dip." She said softly, even though she had nothing to wear in the tub. "Sure we can take a swim or get in the hot tub, I also have a fully stocked bar by the pool as well as in the game room." He walked in front of her. " i'll show you the pool." He took her through the house and out the back door onto a patio. The pool was kidney shaped with a grotto behind a waterfall. "Over her is the Hot tub" walking over beside the tub. It was sunk into the concert beside the pool. She smiled, "It would be nice to have a dip." She grinned as she looked over at him, she took his hand as he led her out onto the patio. "Nice garden." She smiled as he led her to the hot tub. She smiled. "Hot tub or pool?" She asked as she moved to a seat unfastening her shoes." I have no preference really." She set them on the ground before pulling her dress over her head, she was wearing just her bra and panties, she looked at him smiling wondering what his next move might be. " I usually prefer a swim and then the hot tub." He turned around seeing she'd taken off her dress..."uh wow you look uh ....its just...you caught me off guard there. His face turned a bit red." Well if we're skinny-dipping I guess I should get rid of these"He pulled his shirt off exposing his perfectly formed abs and huge pecks. He sat down and took off his shoes and socks. "I'm not sure about this....But, hey we're both adults so why not." With that said he unbuckled his belt and slid down his jeans and underwear together exposing his massive cock it was hanging flaccid more than what most men have fully erect. "It's not as if I have anything to wear." She blushed as she fiddled with some of her hair blushing as well. "I mean I can get dressed again." She giggled softly as she watched him undress. She looked over at him, biting her lip slightly at him. "Oh um...you really bulked up." She blushed as she unfastened her bra exposing her ample breasts, she pushed her panties off totally naked before him. "And you have turned into an amazingly attractive woman." He jumped in the pool kicking his legs while he floated," Come on and follow me I want you to see something. He swam toward the grotto. Imogen smiled blushing at his compliment, she jumped into the pool following him to the grotto. "What's back here?" She asked curiously after she surfaced. "The water feels amazing." "Come on back his voice echoing against the rocks' He had another hot tub inside the grotto it was smaller than the one by the pool, he had poured them both a gall of wine and was just stepping down into the Tub. "Come on love I'm lonely" She followed him back, he asked her to join her in the other tub, she smiled as she climbed out sitting down in the tub beside him as she took the wine from him. She took a sip and smiled. "Do you often entertain?" She laughed softly. "To be honest I rarely entertain. I come in here and set alone to relax. it's quite and the waterfall sound is relaxing." Setting his wine on the stone ledge above his head. He leaned over and softly kissed her neck. His hand slid between her legs cupping her pussy. "Is this what you had in mind ?" His breath warm on her ear when he whispered. When his free hand he took her glass of wine, setting it to the side. "So fucking tight." Sliding a finger inside her. "Well that doesn't have to happen now." She grinned as she sipped her drink again. She felt him moving closer she ran a hand through his hair as she kissed him back softly. She closed her eyes feeling his hands moving slowly over her body, before a finger found its way into her tight pussy. "Oh fuck." She whispered closing her eyes, leaning in she kissed him deeply. His tongue tangled with hers, his free hand moved around her throat pushing her head back he broke the kiss. His lips moved over her chin and down her throat around her neck until his breath was in her ear. "I've never wanted another the way I am craving you right now." He stood up bending down his hands around her waist he picked her up sitting her down on the ledge of the tub. He knelt in front of her in the water placing her legs on his broad shoulders spreading her. His hands wrapped around her tits his forefingers and thumbs finding her nipples he lightly pinched and tugged them. Troys tongue had found its way inside her soaked pussy, lapping up her sweet nectar. At last his lips found her swollen clit teasing it sucking and flicking it with his tongue. She gasped at hand around her throat pulling her head back. She blinked unsure what was about happen he picked her up sitting her on the edge. She watched him move between her legs, her hand slowly moved through his hair as he teased her. His tongue invading her most intimate part. She gasped closing her eyes as she loved every second of him teasing her, her body shook slightly. Jolts of pleasure courses through her body as his lips found her clit."Oh, fuck Troy." She gasped. Concentrating on her clit he sucked at it wildly moving a hand down he slid a finger inside her and began pumping it in and out. "Fuck you taste so good"Raising up the hisses her sharing her sweet nectar as he sucked her tongue. Her hips jolted as he pushed a finger back inside, "I'm starting to get worried you won't fit." She laughed breathlessly. He moved up to kiss her, she kissed him back deeply groaning in pleasure, her hands moving over his chest a little unsure of herself. "It's ok if you want to stop... Trust me I've been turned down because of my size before. I don't mind just pleasuring you." He sits up on the ledge beside her his arm slipping around her mid-section. He kissed her neck and nibbled at her lobe. "it's your choice, if you'll trust me I can take you places no man has ever taken you" He whispered "I'm not backing down now." She laughed as she kissed him deeply. "My teenage self would kill me if I stop now." She ran a hand through his hair as she kissed him deeply." Where will you take me?" She asked as she kissed him deeply. Picking her up he carried her over to a bench. Laying her back he sat straddle of the bench. Spreading her legs he pulled her toward him. Troy could see the juice dripping from her. Putting her legs around his waist his hands now were around her waist. Picking her ass up off the bench he slowly pulled her toward him. His bulbous cock head parting her labia......"MMM mother of fuck your tight" he stopped letting her stretch. He slowly inched more of himself inside her watching her face contort and her breathing increase. Imogen smiled as he lifted her out of the tub to the bench, she looked up at him as she kissed his lips softly. She felt him moving between her legs, parting her lips before pushing himself slowly inside her."Oh, fuck." She bit her lip moaning slightly. Slowly he pushed his way inside her Imogen was incredibly tight. She seemed to be taking it. He could tell she had gotten much more wet. He was stretching her making her his. His length was a little more than halfway inside her. He laid his hand flat on her stomach placing his thumb on her clit gently rubbing. She closed her eyes groaning in pleasure, biting her lip she pushed back against him, loving the feel of him halfway inside her. "You really are bigger than I ever imagined." She giggled looking over at him. She felt his hand on her stomach his thumb rubbing her clit felt amazing. He fucked himself in and out of her quickly a few times careful not to go too deep..." Are you ready for the rest?" he asked her She bit her lip as he pushed himself slowly inside her, she had never felt anything like this, it was intense. "I think so." She whispered biting her lip slightly. Troy pushed his length all the way inside her his huge balls resting against her asshole as he seated his cock deep inside her. His lips met hers kissing her deep biting her lower lips as he pulled away racing up. His hand went around her throat lightly gripping it. He withdrew his length and slammed himself deep inside her. Making her raise of the bench. Imogen arched her back as he thrust deep inside her, she let out a cry of pleasure. "You're so big." She whimpered pushing back against him. She felt his hand on her throat she looked up at him. "You feel incredible." She whimpered. “Mummy....so do you. “ He moaned, pulling her to the edge of the bench he put her legs on his shoulders lifting her ass off the bench. His hands wrapped around her hips he continued slamming himself Inside her. He could feel her stretched pussy contracting around him. Her trembling legs still on his broad shoulders. He leaned forward rolling her knees toward her breasts. This allowed him to plow even deeper inside her. The look in his eye was almost animalistic as he continued the assault on her tiny slit. He was relentlessly pounding her. Moaning and grunting. “Fuck yeses Imogen, rub that fucking clit for me. I want to feel your juices running down my balls. “ She frowned in pleasure pushing back against him, her hips moving with his as much as she could. Pleasure coursed through her body, she felt his hands gripping her hips pushing her knees-up against her chest, giving him more access to her tight wet pussy."Oh, fuck." She frowned in pleasure pushing back against him. With each thrust she whimpered in pleasure, her pussy was soaking wet, slick slapping sounds were heard with each thrust. Pulling out of her he stood her up. Pushing her head down into the seat. Then slammed his thick length inside her his balls smacking her swollen clit. He raised his hand coming down on her tight ass turning it pink. With each hard stroke his hand smacked her ass leaving it bright red. Spreading her ass cheeks he pulls out pushes a couple of fingers inside her, he tastes them. “Mmm you taste so good” he uses her juices as lube to slowly work his finger in her asshole. Fucking his tongue in and out of her dripping slit as he fucks his finger inside her asshole. “My so fucking tight... We’ll leave this for another time. “ Putting her on her back again he smacks her clit with his cock before shoving back inside her. “Tell me my sweet Imogen where do you want my cum?” Putting his hand around her throat he gently squeezes. Imogen felt herself being moved her, he picked her up like she was a rag doll, strangely she was alright with this. His thick hard length thrusting all the way inside her tight cut felt incredible. "Oh fuck me Troy." She managed to whimper, her body no longer felt like her own, he was using her as he wished. She felt his fingers invade her tight ass, she had never tried it before, normally should, would protest, but this was too much. He was controlling and forceful, and she loved every second of it. She cried out as he smacked her clit before asking where he wanted her fun, she didn't care, words were failing her all she could feel was pure pleasure as he used her body, his hands gripped her throat squeezing." I don't care." She whimpered, she was on the edge of her own orgasm. Pulling back he thrust deep inside her his hand tightening around her throat. His balls tightened“ Holy fuckkkkk” he grunted as rope after rope of his hot jazz coated her insides. “ My god, that was good! Troy pulled his length out of Imogen. Their juices coating his thick hard shaft. “That was amazing Imogen! I may have gotten a bit carried away. I don’t think you minded....” He got them some clean towels from the cabinet behind the hot tub. He couldn’t get passed how perfect that had been. Furthermore, he was definitely into her. Furthermore, he only hoped she felt the same way. As he came inside her, it was enough to force her through her own orgasm, she whimpered pushing back against him her body shaking her pussy squeezing down on his hard cock. “Oh fuck.” She whimpered feeling him pulling back from her. She sighed shaking her head as he handed her a towel. “I did not mind.” She laughed softly, hr body flushed as she looked at him. “This was not how I was expecting this evening to play out.” She smiled as she wrapped the towel about her. “Well it wasn’t really what I was expecting either.” Leading her to the hot tub “Have a seat” Troy had gone to a small wine cooler in the wall of the grotto cave. He got in the hot tub pouring the both a glass.“It’s been a while for me. Imogen, that was amazing. “ He slowly sipped his wine. “ I suppose the next question is where do we go from here? I mean, well, tell me what you feel? “ She climbed into the hot tub next time taking the wine glass from him. She smiled as she took a sip. "Well other than feeling sore, I think we should date, if you want." She bit her lip. "I know that we just had sex, but I do like you, I've always liked you." She smiled sipping more of her drink. ”I've always thought you were beautiful.” He put his arm around her. “I’m just wondering what Julie will think.” Troy laughed. “But, who cares I think we could be a perfect pair.” Troy kissed her on the cheek. Finishing his wine he stood up. How about I show you to my bathroom, and we can clean ourselves up a bit. The bathroom was immaculate slate tiled with benches and glass door. Much what you would expect a billionaire to have. Troy turned on the water. “Ladies first” he said as he held the door open for Imogen.

Sugar Rush (~Zeal~ + Troy)|rating:4.0

Ache Within (Procrastinationary & Stardust)

Candice felt the warm rays of the sun splaying over her through the curtain. She groaned and yanked the blankets over her head and sighed. "One more hour." As if hearing her protest her alarm clock chose then to go off. Her blankets came up, and she sighed as she sat up. She hit the snooze button then turned it off. Standing she stretched out and yawned. "Uh, I don't want to go to work today." She went to the closet and chose an outfit, black slacks and a red low cut v-neck sleeveless top with ruffles around the collar. She headed into the bathroom and turned on the shower, she stripped and stepped in. She took a nice hot shower and in the midst of it she heard her phone ringing. "Uh!" She rinsed her hair out and turned the shower wiping the towel around her and dodged for it. She picked it up and out of breath managed a "hello." She listened for a moment and brought the phone back to the bathroom with her. "Oh hi mom, you're enjoying Paris this week, are you? Yes, I know. Well I did last night, I'm okay, the episode didn't last long. Yes I made an appointment. I know alright." She sighed, "Try not to worry too much please, Johnny doesn't live far and you guys are only a couple blocks away." She dried off and began dressing, "No mom, I can't tell Johnny yet alright. Why...why...because I don't want him to treat me like I am the plague, have the plague or be mad that I didn't tell him all these years." She took the phone away from her ear pulling on the top. "Uh huh, yeah, alright mom Ill talk to you later. Yeah, I'll see you after work alright." Hanging up the phone, She put in a pair of earrings and dabbed on some lipstick. She headed to the family business, they had made her office assistant. Hoped to have her managing the place in no time. She couldn't complain though, she enjoyed her job and the people she worked with, her parents weren't happy when she stated it was time for her to get a job, they would rather she went and found friends to hang out with or something, but she insisted. She didn't always like living with them and hoped to get a place of her own one day. As long as her condition didn't worsen. She finished the day at about 6pm and went home. She went in and turned the radio on. Kicking off her shoes, she walked over to the counter and pulled down a glass of juice. She poured it and made her way to the living room where she sat down for a few minutes to figure out what she was going to do that night. Thankfully she sent the help home around 4 when she called from work so it was quiet. She thought about calling Johnny but figured he was probably working tonight. She took out her cell phone and text messaged his asking if he might get tonight off and come see her. The daylight didn't hurt Johnny, but his eyes were far too sensitive to permit him to sleep when even the faintest light leaked in. Even in total darkness he still felt the sun casting its gaze over his home, its setting bringing him to wakefulness through instinct. His eyes slowly opened as he sat up, throwing the sheets off of himself before getting to his feet. He knew the room was cold, though he didn't feel the chill despite being nude. In his own haven he was in no hurry to cover himself in constricting garments, even if he did feel like an animal for all his lack of modesty. Vanity was in his blood, after all, it took a conscious effort on his part to act as though he was unaware of his own physical perfection. He had never given too much thought to the flawlessly lean, muscular physique that had only ever served to lure his supper into his arms, but lately he had been finding himself more and more concerned with trying to conceal it. Pausing before the full length mirror in the corner, he peered intently at it despite its inability to reflect his image, though he found the mirror world's denial of his existence strangely comforting. Padding silently off to his shower, his thoughts drifted back tolerance more, that angelic presence in his dreams haunting him even as he tried to wash away the darker desires she awoke in him. He had never slept so unsoundly until it had been her glory that consumed his mind every time he went to bed, and for all of it he could not bear to go without those hopeless fantasies. The scalding hot water washed away his fatigue, plastering the golden waves of his hair to his back in damp tendrils. He scrubbed vigorously, until his flesh was clean and smooth once more, the last remnants of last night carried away down the drain. Towelling himself dry was a luxury that he took his time at, while trying to decide on where he'd go for dinner and what he would wear. He eventually settled on a pair of faded blue jeans and a black t-shirt, wanting ease of movement without fabric that would go to shreds if he twitched the wrong way. It was as he sat on the edge of the bed to lace up his boots that he noticed the phone's alert, and soon found himself reading the message over and over, his lips forming the words soundlessly as he imagined her voice inviting him over. His hunger roared and howled without any regard for civility, but the inner predator found itself vying with a new and unfamiliar force that proved to be just as domineering. He knew that it was a terrible idea, and yet he dialed her number without hesitation, biting his lower lip as he waited for her to answer. Candice was no stranger to boredom as of late. Her parents either coddled her until she escaped from the house or were out on some trip or another. Either way, she knew boredom well. She was about to pick a good book and lay on the couch when the all too familiar dance ringtone rang out through the room. She strolled quickly over to the table and picked up the phone. Glancing at the caller ID a smile drew on her lips.Oh, she could have jumped for joy, it was Johnny, which meant he didn't have to work tonight. She flipped the phone open and smiled answering happy as always. "Hey Johnny. Am I so lucky that you might be calling to tell me that you're not working tonight?" She sat back on the couch eagerly waiting to see if her night of boredom was about to come to an end. If his heart were capable of the feat, it would have skipped a beat when he heard the voice on the other end of the line. He waited patiently while she spoke, walking in utter silence downstairs to the door before he thought to reply. "I've got the night off, Candy, but I can't make any promises." Snatching up the keys and his wallet, he dropped them into his pocket before pulling the door open to greet the newborn night. The darkness cast its own strange illumination to his gaze, mingling with the fading sunlight in a beautiful vision of beauty unfolding into chaos. The hunger rose once more, threatening to drag a feral growl from his lips, an urge he had to fight hard to suppress. He needed control, even though he didn't quite know what he would need it for. Something had to be done, some change had to be made before he went truly mad. He'd been insane before, but he doubted that it could compare to what would happen if he failed to get his emotions sorted out." Let me treat you to beer and pizza. I want to make up for any future disappointments in advance." It wasn't just a nice gesture, it would give him time to get a cold breakfast to at least make sure that he could keep his composure, even if he couldn't relax. Pinning the phone between his ear and shoulder, he climbed into the car, waiting for the phone call to end before he started the ignition. "I'll even throw in a canary if you're good." While she couldn't have seen his grin, it wasn't hard to tell that he was biting back a laugh from the tone of his voice. She pouted, "Only if you can promise the beer and pizza tonight. I want to hang out, I am utterly bored." She flipped a page in a magazine she took off the table. An add for clothing. She rolled her eyes. She heard the canary remark and smiled. "You never cease to amaze me Johnny. But alright, I am going to find something in this empty house to do, I hope to see you later though." You could hear the hope in her voice. She hadn't seen him since night before last and longed for his company. It was quite a friendship the two had, especially since each were hiding a secret. She smiled and looked at the time. "The night is young, I am sure you have things you are doing so......." She grew quiet for a moment. She always hated the world goodbye. It was always something to her that was a definite in departure. "I'll talk to you later?" Goodbyes for her were touchy. With knowing that one day she was going to say that sooner than later, and she knew when she did, it would be the last time she did. Nobody was as capable of making him feel like a vile, wicked monster than Candice. She needed friendship and all he could offer were excuses, fending her off so that he could tend to his own addictions. "I'll see you, Candy." He hung up the phone and started the car, pulling the Charger out onto the street and away from home. There were plenty of pizzerias closer to their homes than the one he decided to head for, but it was the only one that happened to be near an 24-hour deli that happened to have a butcher counter. He focused on the driving as he tried to keep the tangled mess of instinctual signals from tearing his head apart, even though the hunger made his senses all the sharper. It took willpower to not simply turn the car around and go straight for the warm prey that would only be too willing to give herself up. He parked across the street from the pizzeria, calling in the order by phone before leaving the car for the deli. It didn't take long to get what he needed, two six packs of beer and a pint of pig's blood, among a few other odds and ends. He knew the proprietors well, conversing with them in passable Tamil while his purchases were rung up. The goods were deposited in the car, and he dragged himself away and to the pizzeria to collect the order, gathering it and paying with as much haste as he could muster. It wasn't until he was driving again that he rooted out the pint carton, his razor sharp teeth tearing off a corner to allow him to drink. The cold animal blood was about as appetizing for him as eating raw, rancid meat would be for a human, but he kept it down, and it did the job of at least quieting his hunger, though it didn't sate it. He did regain enough presence of mind to know where to go for his next stop, where he had to spend the better part of several minutes convincing the owner of the pet store to stay open just long enough for him to purchase a small yellow canary, along with the hefty bribe needed to placate the man. He rushed back to the car, ensuring that the little bird was safely stowed in its cage on the back seat, just far enough out of reach that he could resist the temptation to make a crunchy snack of it. He knew that it was a far cry from how he usually spent his nights, it was almost nice not to have to worry about finding a place seedy enough to feed on the drunk and drugged without raising alarm. The thought of a hot meal slipping over his tongue carried his thoughts away, thankfully from the scent of the pizza, which was making him deal queasy. He was all too happy when he pulled up outside Candice's house, gathering the cage in one hand and balancing everything else on his other arm as he made his way to the door. It took a little manipulation to free a finger long enough to ring the doorbell, but he waited patiently with his offerings once he had done so. She smiled and put her phone on the living room table. He was the only one she let get away with calling her Candy. She didn't know why, but it felt good to hear it from his lips. It was different the way he said it, there was an extra something there that she couldn't she was carrying her laundry up the stairs to her room when it hit. Mind-numbing, body tingling, nausea. She sunk to a seated position on the stairs and let the basket go momentarily to try and catch her bearings. She closed her eyes not caring that the basket took a tumble. The point was she herself wasn't to take a tumble. She leaned her head back on the railing and gave herself a few moments. Once it passed she slowly and carefully stood using the railing for support. She knew she needed to busy herself now more than ever. She went down the stairs and picked up the clothing. Forcing herself to get over this for the sake that Johnny might show. She walked up the stairs and into her room. Putting the clothing down she grabbed a pink baby doll shirt and a pair of jeans then jumped into the shower. Once done she dried and dressed. Making her way down the stairs she walks through the living room and picks up her phone. No phone calls. In the kitchen she poured herself a glass of juice and took a few pills out of a bottle and took them down. She heard her doorbell and could have jumped for joy. She was hoping it was Johnny. Furthermore, she practically skipped to the door and threw it open. A smile crossed her lips and a look of surprise. "You weren't kidding? Wow. Come on in Hun." She reached out to help take the canary cage from one hand to free it. Candice wasn't the first girl Johnny'd ever wanted to simply savage, he could practically feel her soft thighs quivering against his waist, that smooth throat breaking beneath his bite. She was one of the few that made him resist that animal deep within, smiling warmly as she expressed her surprise at the promised bird. It was hardly an expensive or exotic gift, but he was pleased that he managed to outperform her expectations. Freed of the bird, he was happy to let it be taken away while he made his way inside, heading into the living room to set down the pizza and beer. "I can't have my good name tarnished by not keeping my promises." He grinned over his shoulder before turning back to her, slipping his hands into the pockets of his jeans for lack of anything better to do with them." So, you want to watch a movie or something?" He had no desire to watch television or films himself, in truth he simply couldn't enjoy them, his eyes processed the images too quickly, leaving him with a very slow slideshow where others saw steady motion. He didn't mind pretending, however, it seemed to please others and often gave him a chance to gather his thoughts. She placed the bird on the counter and brushed her fingers against the cage. The bird came over gently pecking her finger and she smiled. She returned her attention to him and smiled. "You know, you didn't have to get the bird. Though it might be a good substitute for a conversation partner when you work." She teased back. She nodded and came over popping to cans of beer open and handed him one. "That sounds like a good idea, but, we would have to do thriller or action. I am not in the mood for sappy." She grinned. "So Hun what'll it be?" While he decided she opened a pizza box and placed it on the living room table. On one end of the table she put her beer down and picked up a remote. Selecting the mute button just in case she walked over to the DVD shelf. "So Hun, what do you want to watch?" While glad to see that the gift was well received, he couldn't help but be angry at himself as soon as he realized that he was ever so slightly jealous of the bird. He managed to remain the Stoic, shrugging when Candice returned her attention to him. "Now, aren't you glad we're not dating? Otherwise, you'd be stuck talking to a diamond or a bouquet of roses." He grinned as he accepted the beer, even though the scent of it made him want to bring back up his supper. Biting back a grimace he took a sip, focusing on letting his stomach settle before he looked up to answer her question." You know me, I just like the bright colors and loud noises." Which was true, in its own way, but he would have welcomed any distraction. He sat down on the couch, glancing over at her as she looked through the selection, and offered only a helpless shrug. "Surprise me, Candy." She was looking at him, he was always there for her. Always coming through and never leaving her alone like her parents and so many others. She picked up her beer and downed it while trying to distract herself with her movie selection. She reached out picking the first one her fingers touched. She went over and put it in, 'Fast and Furious' she smiled and opened another can of beer taking a sip from it. 'Surprise me Candy' Three words that should be so nonchalant rang through her like an echo. She sat beside Johnny, her body turned towards him "Johnny." She waited for him to turn to her, and she closed her eyes, brought her hand up cupping the back of his neck. Her head tilted, and she leaned forward her lips upon his. It felt like a jolt through her body. His kiss, in return, it was the very definition of 'Paradise', the feel of him, taste of him. Johnny had always prided himself on being a loyal friend, it was one of the few graces that kept him feeling remotely human. He had been Candice's friend for such a short time, though he'd never imagined when they first met that he'd one day be drawn to her with such intensity. She was one of the few completely good human beings he'd ever known, something he would never risk destroying for the sake of his own pleasure, however maddening that discipline was to maintain. He sensed the change even as she turned on the film, he could smell the changes in her body, hear her heart quickening, though he chose to ignore it, burying the warning signs in his subconscious. She murmured his name and he turned, incapable of doing anything else. To his eyes the world was always in slow motion, and he knew well that he could have been long out of reach before she could even blink. Why he chose to stay still and allow those soft lips to press against his was a mystery to him, at least until he heard that soft moan rise from her throat, and he returned the kiss with an intensity rarely experienced by mortals. Strong arms encircled her waist, drawing her ever closer as they sank into long denied hunger. He tasted blood as he bit himself in his own delirious pleasure, too far gone to pray that she wouldn't scratch herself upon his wicked teeth. His arms came around her waist and pulled her closer, she responded with a delectable moan and put her arms around his neck, they were locked in a kiss that was sending thousands of sensors through her body, warmed her, made her skin tingle, the intensity of her kiss increased, her lip simply grazed in the act of their passionate kiss. Her fingers found the back of his neck and trailed up through his hair. This had been long awaited between the two of them. She wasn't sure what exactly it was that made that extra jump, but she just had to know if the feelings they shared was mutual. Mutual or not, little did she know this was the least of her worries. She cared about him, got jealous at the very thought of sharing him, so here, kissing him now. It made the moment hers. Her tongue had softly searched and found his, tasting it, teasing it. Urging him to enjoy her taste, her kisses. Johnny knew how sweet his poison was, that addictive drug that flowed throughout his body. It was what made his prey beg for one more kiss, moan when he tore them open and devoured all they had to offer. It only took one touch upon the skin to send a human into euphoria, a kiss was addictive in its glorious intensity. He knew that she would be hooked, but couldn't stop himself, not with her eager tongue inviting him to possess her as he wished. Her grazed lip set off a reaction in his body that soon had him growing more fierce in their embrace, until the ivory point of one tooth cut her lower lip, his tongue lapping up the blood as it welled up. He groaned against the kiss, his sides heaving as he fought for breath, sinking into his own overwhelming ecstasy as the taste of her awoke the beast in him. He broke the kiss, her arms thrown off his shoulders as he took the hem of her tee in his hands, pulling it up and over her head to cast it aside. Furthermore, he couldn't keep his hands from her body, one moving to spread over the small of her back as the other rose to curl around the back of her neck, drawing her back into the intoxicating kiss. The kiss she was sharing with him was like no other. When kissed by someone usually she would not care. But this, Johnny's kiss was like no other. She never wanted her lips to leave his. Couldn't bear the thought of the kiss parting. She delved into the sweet serene of his mouth. The taste overpowered the taste of her own blood in her mouth. He released her, parted the kiss to pull her shirt over her head, this caused her to whimper in protest, something she has never done before. It was only when his hand led her by the back of the neck to his lips once more, did she feel satisfied and satiated. The movie was already playing but she was oblivious. She pressed herself against him as they kissed. Her hand coming up to cup his face. His kiss had a dizzying effect on her, like that in a dream. A hazy after effect. Were Candice not so enthralled by his otherworldly taste, she might have marvelled at how the muscle seemed to ripple beneath his flesh as he resisted the urge to change, to free the beast inside. He wasn't used to such intense desire, nor was he aware that he possessed the degree of control that allowed him to at least guide what he could not stop. Guiding her to lay back down on the couch as he pulled his own shirt off overhead, his solid form lay along hers, making him marvel all the more at her wondrous softness. He found his way back to the kiss without trouble, sharing in her enthusiasm as they explored. Strong fingers travelled over the smooth expanse of her belly, circling her navel playfully for a moment, before need took hold once more. The front of her slacks didn't have much of a chance to resist as he tore the buttons away, his touch lighter, though, as his fingertips pressed carefully beneath the hem of her panties, his hand coaxing her thighs a little further apart as he cupped her gently. The kiss was broken, a heated breath falling over her neck before his lips fell to her flesh once more, spreading over her breast until the pale pink halo around her nipple vanished into his greedy mouth. His bite was agony and ecstasy, gleaming fangs breaking the skin to let her blood slicker his tongue, his beautiful poison poured directly into her veins. Candice had lost all sense at the moment. His kiss had pulled her in. It was delightful, a drug not to be reckoned with, but she had blown past that point. She needed his lips pressed to hers making her body quiver happily in response. She was in a daze and not caring to come back right now. Everything was perfect. Even as they lay back on the couch, his kiss had only intensified his every touch. Though his touch was delicate, playful even at some times. She felt desire for his lips to linger on hers, her body pressed against his. His lips left hers, she took a breath as he kissed his way down her neck over her chest. When his fangs sunk into her flesh, a sound between a moan and a yell left her mouth, her back arched slightly. Once he started her hand fell to his head softly entangling in his hair. Her eyes slowly drifting down, her body relaxed some as she watched him, her eyes had almost all the way closed after a moment, and she whispered to him, "I accept you." Her eyes closed all the way as she lulled off. The movie was long over by the time Johnny came to his senses, the thundering high of Candice's blood still roaring through his veins. He gasped for breath as his lips drew away from her breast, only vaguely aware of his hand still moving beneath her panties. The slick warmth on his lips and fingers roused other hungers, and that darkness in the back of his mind reminded him just how easy it would be to take her, to drink every last drop of her blood even as he rode her delicate form until exhaustion. He pushed away those thoughts, his lips moving to her soft cheek as he tried to make the dark urges settle down, panting softly with each passing moment. He did not fall into true sleep, but he slumbered, made drowsy by satiation of his appetite. Instinct had him drawing Candice more tightly into his embrace as she lay beneath him, keeping her warm and safe with his own body as she slept off his wicked kisses. She had an effect on him that he couldn't describe, so alien that he could not fathom it, so pleasurable that he dared not deny it. He tried to murmur something to her as he nestled his head down between her soft breasts, his hair spreading out to preserve her modesty, as though by design. Sometime throughout the night as she slumbered Candice brought her arm up around Johnny, her hand caught up in his hair. She slept peacefully though, unlike most nights. Her breaths were slow, and deep. Her cell phone vibrated on the table during the night and beeped with a message, but she merely slept through it. Her dreams were filled of his intoxicating kiss. The touch from his fingers like fire that caused her body to soar. She knew kissing him was right, it was an incredible feeling. One that she would never forget, one she wanted more of. They ended up sleeping in, she took a breath and went to stretch out feeling another body against hers. Her eyes opened and widened as she saw him. "Johnny!" she whispered. She laid her head back down trying to remember when her shirt came off. He was nestled within the space of her breasts. "Om" Her fingers came up to rub her temple as if doing so would bring back the memory. Her eyes widened, "Oh shit!" She said out loud. Did they? How could she not remember if they? Oh, hell! Usually an extremely light sleeper, Johnny never stirred as his name was whispered, sighing softly as he drifted through a serene slumber. The louder exclamation that followed not much later did serve to rouse him though, as his eyes opened slowly, and he took stock of where he was. He quite literally leapt up, suddenly standing a few feet from the couch as he lifted one hand to push back the hair out of his eyes, peering down at Candice with a look of mingled confusion and contrition. "Christ, I'm sorry." He didn't know if he'd frightened her or offended her, forgetting that it had been she who had initiated the kiss the night before, even though he should have been the one to maintain control. He averted his gaze as he picked up his shirt and pulled it back on overhead, staring intently at the floor as he tried to think of what else to say. It had been on his mind, but he hadn't fostered any true intentions of seducing his friend, not that his intentions had proven to be any good. "Are you alright?" She placed her arm across her breasts and stood swooping her shirt up and yanking it on. "I'm okay, it's okay... Just." She glanced around "Did we, I mean. I remember kissing you but did we...." She brushed a nervous hand through her hair. "Did we make love?" Her eyes raised to meet his, but her gaze lingered on his lips for a moment. It caused and involuntary groan from her lips. His sweet, seductive kiss. Shaking her head she waited patiently for his answer. Glance around showed that they both had pants on and were only shirtless. She vaguely remembered him kissing her breasts and sucking on them. She bit her lower lip nervously. Though he had encountered many an awkward situation before, such minor inconveniences as being locked in the brig of a sinking ship or being forced to outrun a charging wall of napalm were eclipsed by his current predicament. He had a great many thoughts he couldn't begin to express, twice as much he wished to but simply could not bring himself to. Her faltering query mirrored one of his own first thoughts upon awakening, and he answered with a vigorous shake of his head before he could even speak. "No! I mean ..." A pause, perhaps the first time he'd ever had to apologize to a girl for not stealing her innocence. "I'm sorry. We didn't do anything." Not a complete lie, their activities the night before had covered an almost imperceptible area of every desire he could have conjured up, and had during many a quiet night." I didn't mean to lose control, Candice. Please, just forget about it." He forced himself to meet her with a level gaze as he spoke, but he did not linger a moment longer, making for the door before what little composure he had held together shattered. He was breathing heavily by the time he got to his car, his heart hammering in a way it hadn't for quite some time, even though it seemed to have been filled with cold leaden weights. Furthermore, he drove away at a less than sedate speed, fixing his gaze upon the road until he got away, back to his own home, which felt much less secure. There was no sense in keeping intruders out of his home when the demons already lived in his head. She watched him carefully, a sigh of relief escaping her lips, she didn't want to have made love without knowing it. That would be embarrassing, humiliating even. He looked her in the eyes and ran out the door. She pulled her shirt on and ran to the door as he slipped out "JOHNNY!" he already was speeding away. She closed the door and wrapped her arms around her chest. Sliding down the door she sat for moments. The place was empty, too empty. When he was over, it made her feel awkward. Should she have reacted differently when she woke like that? It wasn't something she could really think about at the time. She dropped her head to her lap and groaned. It was her that kissed him, her that got so caught up in the kiss everything else seemed to haze from her. She got up moments later and went to her phone.' Johnny, I am sorry. I lost control. Not you. Forgive?' The text was sent, and she sat on the couch and waited. She would wait, wait to see if he was going to forgive her. She didn't understand, they did nothing, why did he run like that. The sunlight did little to soothe his temper, leading Johnny to hurry inside, slamming the door shut without thinking to lock it, though it hardly mattered considering that he had left his keys and phone in the car. He bounded up the stairs in a single weightless step, becoming little more than a blur of darkness flitting through the house towards his sanctum. The bedroom rarely saw light, the heavy shutters and heavy curtains saw to that, though the bed looked almost repulsive, he couldn't bear to think of sleeping. He couldn't bring himself to think about very much of anything, making him wish for a way to just deaden his senses. He took a seat in the armchair in the corner, though he had no desire to read or rest, he did not even bother to release the tension from his muscles, sitting still as stone. There was nothing to do but wait, mindless slumber would come with time and patience, traits he possessed in abundance. The thirst would grow stronger, but only as he grew closer to true sleep, it simply required discipline to drift away. Candice spent the next 24 hours texting and calling Johnny. She felt like she had done this to him. It was her fault, she did kiss him. Another day or so of not hearing or seeing Johnny and Candice couldn't take it. She dressed in a red strap baby doll top, dark blue jeans and slid on low heels. Pulling up her hair she dabbed on a touch of make up and tried once more to text Johnny. No answer! She sighed grabbing her jacket and sliding it on. With her keys in her hand she went to her car, got in and drove to Johnny's. She parked right behind his. She got out of her car and left the keys in it. Walking up beside his car she saw his keys and cell phone in the car, a look of confusion crossed over her face. She looked u at the building and went in. She had yet to come to his place yet. Walking up the stairs the only sound she could hear was the single 'clicking' sound her heels made with each step. She came to his door and knocked twice, she was worried, and she cared to damn much to just sit back and do nothing. "Johnny it's Candice." The trivialities of blame and fault were quite beneath Johnny, who craved only a moment of peace after what seemed like such a very long day. Weary as he was there was no escape from his own mind and the world outside, though the roaring was ignored as best he could manage. It was for that very reason that he did not stir despite sensing one of the few things that set his heart racing. He heard her voice, caught her scent wafting up the stairs, though his pulse had stopped without his will to prod it along, leaving his thoughts blank and sluggish at that. He had not locked the door, but he rarely did, in his usual state even an approaching heartbeat was enough to awaken him from his slumber. It was a delicate moment, as something that was very much the essence of him was awakened, forcing what little remnants of his humanity to battle for dominance. Tensing in the chair, his fingertips dug into the wood and leather as though to keep himself firmly seated. "Leave." The single word was uttered in a dry, rough whisper, barely audible over the sound of an animal snarl that underscored it. His throat was parched, though a rather complex instinct reminded him how easily that problem could be solved. The conflicting desires to have her come closer and go away did little to soothe his jangling nerves, driving him into a mire of confusion as he fought to retain some semblance of composure. It was only natural for him to want her away, where she could be safe, and he could feel some measure of peace. His nature also wanted her close, her warmth and vigor raising him out of his own wretched lifelessness, though he attempted to ignore the seductive allure of his inner voice. She would not be the first woman to plead for his kiss, to adore him even as he tore the life from their throats. Candice deserved better than that, anyone did. Candice wasn't one to take no very easily. Her hand slid down the door until it wrapped around the door knob. A slight twist proved it to be unlocked. She sighed and pushed the door open enough to step in. "Johnny, I won't go away. Why are you avoiding me?" She closed the door behind her and glanced around. The darkest room looked to be at the end of the hall, and she started to make her way down the hall to his bedroom. "Johnny?" She stood in the doorway, her eyes glancing around the room seeing very little though in the dark room. "Listen, I am sorry if I upset you." She stepped in the room. Her eyes starting to adjust so she could spot him easier. She saw him sitting still as could be in a chair. Her heart pounded in her chest. She hurt him. "Jeez. Johnny, I am truly sorry, and I need you to forgive me. I didn't mean for the kiss to upset you." She walked over and cupped his face, forcing him to look into his eyes. "Johnny, I care for you, I don't want to lose you." She would have moved to kiss him to seal her words, her lips and mind wanted her to as well, but instead she kept her eyes locked on his and waited for some kind of response. The beast in Johnny threshed wildly within the cage that was forged of discipline, for though he could choose not to give in to the urges, he could not resist the changes they wrought upon his body. He felt those wicked fangs lengthen even as his fingernails transformed into razor edged talons that might have been made from cut glass, his heart hammering as he became something that could only be predator, his lean body growing heavier and more muscular, even a few inches taller as the guise of mortal man was discarded. The surge of power made that muscle ripple beneath his skin as he heard her approach, the wooden frame of the chair creaking as he held to it all the more tightly, as though his life depended on it. It was not his life but hers that hung in the balance, though he knew that he could not go on if he harmed her. He heard her pulse racing, his keen senses painting a vivid image not only of the sight of Candice but every facet of her, the scent, the taste, the memory of her flesh parting beneath his kiss to offer up that scarlet ecstasy he so desperately needed. If he could have spoken he would have pleaded with her to run away, though the strain of not lunging at her required all of his will. He watched her approach as though it took hours, and indeed she did seem to move in slow motion to his sight, though not quite so slowly as his frantic thoughts perceived it to be. A part of him prayed desperately that she would change her mind and leave, while another yearned for just one more caress. His flesh was fever hot when she cradled his face in her hands, even though his eyes had become utterly consumed by blackness. Meeting her gaze, his lips moved as though to form words, though all that came was a low, savage snarl. Lunging upwards with impossible speed and grace, he swept one hand through the air, his long talons slicing through fabric of her shirt to score the flesh beneath, the scent of blood rising in the air and the battle was lost. His other hand plunged into her hair, holding her tightly as he tore the ruins of the shirt from her body, his dark gaze falling to the marks left by his last feeding. There was no desire to sip from her, though, he needed more than she could survive in giving. With an effort of will that fractured his mind he slowly managed to pry his fingers free of her hair, stopping himself just as the points of his fangs pressed against the snow-white flesh of her throat. He trembled as he looked her in the eye, those feral teeth showing as he pleaded with her one last time. "Just go. I can't stop myself." His hands clenched into fists, the talons gouging his palms as he fought to take a single step back, but found himself unable to retreat from his meal, even if he could bite back the urge to bite. When she took his face into her hands the heat she felt almost caused her to flinch, but more so the look in his eyes, dark....struggling. There was a change in Johnny, something that looked subtle at first, then more noticeable. He seemed bigger, stronger, she looked down and saw two fangs. It was then her breath caught, and she realised her best friend.....was not human. Before she knew what was happening she felt a sting on her chest. The rip sound of her shirt as it was yanked off and then Johnny had her by the hair. His face was in her neck, the feel of his fangs against her soft neck. And then she was staring into his eyes. His eyes, they pleaded her before words even escaped his lips. When he spoke to her, all he did was simply speak what she saw in his eyes. He wanted her to leave, to get away from him. This was something she couldn't bring herself to do. There was need in his eyes and though she didn't fully understand his need she couldn't leave him like this. She shook her head and reached out, her hand rubbing his arm, "No Johnny, I won't go. I want to help you. Just...." she looked and noticed a bed. "If you need to do it, please just take what you need on the bed. It would be more comfortable than what you just did." With the way he grew fangs suddenly, claws and bulked up. The only thing she could think was he was a vampire of sort. If true, he was needing blood. He had holed himself up in his room, she didn't know what he did before this, and it surely did explain a few things, but she couldn't bring herself to just walk away. She stepped toward him, closing that one foot of space. "Take what you need. I won't see you suffer Johnny." Her heart was racing, her breathing quickened slightly. She wondered if he would take her up on her offer. The words Candice spoke were heard, but they took a long time to sink into the chaotic storm of his psyche, it was her touch that awoke him, the warring sides of his spirit melding together once more as she offered herself to him. It was beyond him to resist, his fortitude destroyed when he felt the softness of her breasts pressing against his own chest through the thin barrier of his shirt. Suddenly aware of how constricting his clothes were, the black cotton fell to the floor, ripped apart in an invisibly swift motion, his flesh bared as he willingly took her into his embrace. It took control not to simply take what he needed, to wait each eternal second that it took to lift her into his arms and carry her to the bed, laying her down as she wished. An utterly effortless swipe of his hand gathered the denim of her jeans in his hand as though it were no more than paper, tearing them from her body with hardly a second thought. It was impossible not to hear his hungry growl as he moved onto the bed, hands falling to her knees, pushing her thighs apart as he laid down upon her, rising slowly along her sides to travel along her arms, taking firm hold of her wrists. He forced her down against the soft bed with restrained strength, his breath heated and heavy as he watched her pulse dance beneath her flesh. He was careful as he dipped his head, those golden locks obscuring his face as he pressed against her throat, a warm kiss laid upon her flesh, soothing some of the pain that came when those gleaming fangs tore into her once more. To his credit not a drop escaped his hungry lips, even though he moved as though kissing her, the tip of his tongue dancing against the wounds he caused to lap up her offering. Muffled moans of ecstasy rose from his throat as he fed that agonizing hunger, spilling his own beautiful poison into her veins as he drank. Candice watched in awe as he ripped his own shirt off. It was as if these items were mere tissue paper to him. Her arms went up around his neck as he carried her. As he laid her on the bed she watched him intently, her eyes reading his eyes, body language. His need. Not a single word was spoken, nothing but a mere growl from his lips were heard from him as her jeans were torn off, and he slid up her body from between her legs. Her heart was racing as if she had just gone at a full run, she barely took a breath now as she watched him moving further up her body. She gasped as her wrists were held down, and his head dipped into her neck. She turned her head so slightly and closed her eyes, a soft kiss was placed upon her throat, but before she knew it she felt his fangs sink deeply into her neck. Furthermore, she cried out and struggled for a few seconds, her hands curling into tight fists. After a few seconds she made her hands relax, she no longer struggled against him, she offered this to him. Knew it was what he needed and that it wasn't going to be completely painless but as he now drank her blood she found herself relaxed, able to hear his moans. She moaned herself as his tongue danced over her neck and slight tugging was felt. Oddly right now it satisfied her that she was able to at least provide something he needed so badly. She took a deep breath and let her body relax beneath his. Her mind concentrating on his moans. As Candice relaxed his hands moved from her wrists, fingers entwined with hers as he held her hands through the pain and pleasure they shared. He fed hungrily, perhaps too eagerly, though some small part of him was attentive to her heartbeat, wary of harming her even as he drained her of her lifeblood. Awakened once more, he felt her willing submission, his adoration of her making her sacrifice all the more dear to him. He could not resist moving his lips, biting her again and again as he savored the feel of her flesh parting for his insistent fangs, the skillful feeding drawing just enough to sate his hunger without injuring her. Many had come willingly into his arms, but she was the first he wished to preserve, to treasure with every beat of his undead heart. The clothes he wore did not last much longer than the shirt, torn to shreds by his unnatural strength, until he lay nude over her, the rags of their garments scattered around the room as he drew her deeper into his embrace. Her throat was freed after what seemed to be an eternity, his lips stained crimson by her offering, pressed to her own in a heated kiss before he dipped his head once more. He nibbled lightly upon the breasts offered to him as his mouth descended and her back arched, new marks adorning those pert mounds as he made her his own. The inimitable euphoria he suckled from her breasts was returned in kind as his wondrous kisses flooded her body with the ecstasy of his venom, lifting her to new heights of pleasure even as he drew her body into the depths of lust. Drinking his fill had him drowsy even as the narcotic taste of him had her bound more tightly to his will, allowing him to sense her more truly than any mortal lover could. He knew her every hunger, every passion, every desire, all too intimate to be contained within the hammering pulse of his heart, as her blood flowed through his veins. Brought back to life, his first instinct was ignored, as he brought her into a warm embrace beneath the blankets, holding her tightly, lovingly, as he sipped from his prize, the heady brew mingling with the strange emotions that he would have called true love, had he even known what he felt. She felt his fingers intertwine with hers and squeezed his hand as he drank from her. It was an odd feel, the way his insistent sucking brought a pulling feeling on her neck. Her body pressed to his as he bit into her neck over and over again. Her eyes closed, her head tilted for his access. She knew he needed it and was more than happy to give it to him. She felt his cool skin against hers and opened her eyes, she was practically holding her breath as he removed his fangs from her throat. Furthermore, she exhaled and bent one of her legs up. Furthermore, she returned the kiss, the taste of blood in her mouth. Furthermore, she started breathing harder as he bit into her breast, she groaned when he kissed her body, something about the kisses brought her to new heights. Furthermore, she brought her arms around him, pulling him to her as he drank from her. Without a doubt, she was in love, she wouldn't of done it for anyone else. Johnny was different, he brought out the best in her and made her feel like a queen, even now as he drank from her. She was the one who felt adorned. She closed her eyes now, a sleepy haze taking over her as she slowly ran her fingers through his hair. It was an intimate thing they just did. She felt it as so, felt his embrace and knew even as he drank her blood, he would never knowingly harm her. She smiled and let herself slip into that sleepy haze.

Ache Within (Procrastinationary & Stardust)|rating:3.0

Maid vs. Butler Café

Welcome to Shikoku Café camp; Mass Café! Shikoku is one of the best Maid cafés you can find. It has a diverse staff of maids that each have their own special gift to share with their clientele. Shikoku has been a hot location on the map for tourist and natives a like. With its growing popularity it's only common for competition to arise. Mass Café is a recently established Butler Café that has been giving Shikoku a run for their money. While they are new they have plenty of clienteles, and they know how to serve them to their liking. As grudges formed between the two cafés so did attraction between the Maids and Butlers. The owners of the two cafés have decided that to establish which café is the best they must have a series of challenges that will settle the argument. Who will win, and will relationships be born out of the fire or destroyed before they could form? Maids In a standard maid café the female employees dress up as French maids and Lolita costumes (occasionally, the maids may wear rabbit or cat ears for extra cute appeal) and refer to the customers as either Master or Mistress. Upon entering one of such stores, the customer is greeted with the customary "Welcome home, Master" Butlers While most maid cafés cater mostly to men, there is also a type for women called the butler café. The butlers in these cafés are well-dressed male employees and may wear either a typical waiter's uniform or even a tuxedo or tails. One butler café has its waiters cosplay as teenage schoolboys, in an effort to appeal to the Joshi who enjoy Boy's Love. There are also cross-dressing (male disguise style butler cafés, where female staff dress up as butlers, instead of actual men. Rules All of Kenosha's rules apply here No nodding or consoling other characters Please check your post before posting it, to check for spelling and grammar errors Challenges between the two Cafés will be judged by the owners. No that does not mean that one café will win more than the other it will be mostly judged on how creative one group is compared to the other. Please be active when you can! Have fun! Characters Owners Shikoku Café Owner Username: Hanukkah Name: Kabuki Yuri Age: 24 Gender: Female How he/she became a Maid/Butler: She became a maid her second year in high school, and she feels in love with it. She never expected to be running her own Café when she was older, but look where she ended up. Bio: Kabuki was born into a middle class family, and it was completely her division to work. As the middle child she wasn't given that much attention, and she always wanted more so finding a job at a Maid Café was a perfect match for her. She worked at the café sucking up every ounce of attention that was directed in her direction, but soon it was time for her graduation from high school. She didn't want to leave her beloved job behind, but college was a must for her. Once she finished her college, which ended early, she fell into the ownership of the Shikoku Café. How she managed to do something so amazing she doesn't really know, but she did it. She has owner the Café now for a total of two year and every year it has been one of the most popular maid cafés in the listings. Maid/Butler Crush: Well, maybe that handsome new Butler Cafe owner, but only if he gives in and admits her Maid café is far better than his Butler Cafe. Only then will she consider it. Maid/Butler Outfit: No longer needs one. Picture: Mass Cafe Owner Username: Quarter_Queen Name: I Fantomuhaivu Age: 27 Gender: Don't judge my appearance. I am certainly not female. Type of Maid/Butler: Owner of Mass Café How he/she became a Maid/Butler: Bio: I Fantomuhaivu wasn't generally a big fan of all this stuff to attract women. It was basically like a host club. However, he was more interested in the thought of opening a Café, and he is hopeful to overcome his rival. I is somewhat eccentric, and can pop up at random times. He also screams at you and charges at you with his chainsaw if you are not obeying him, so beware. Maid/Butler Crush: Oh. I knew you were going to ask that. Err... Shikiko Café owner? Maybe? Maid/Butler Outfit: Look below! I'm always wearing it. Picture: Shikoku Maids Quote: Originally Posted by sailor star rainbow Name:UTA Ski Age:17 Gender:Female Type of Maid:Cosplay How he/she became a Maid/Butler:Use to work at a cosplay till it closed down. She notices a sign in the window at the maid café that said help wanted. Bio:UTA grew in a home somewhat abusive father her mother had left them. Eventually teacher's at school started to see her with a lot of bruises on her body. The girl was only in grade school at the time. They tolled the police offer about it, she was place in a foster home. Livening with her aunt form her mother's side of the family. She grew up playing with her cousin's. After finishing high school the now young woman move in. to a dorm room at collage she is studying at majoring in dance and gymnastics. Maid/Butler Crush: ((Will wait for when some guy's join)) Maid/Butler Outfit: in Picture: ((Ear's only for cosplaying)) Username: Anatolia Name: Kinko Saudi (Says) Age: Eighteen Gender: Female Type of Maid: Innocent How he/she became a Maid/Butler: Fresh out of high school, Says was searching for a job to pay for her eventual transfer to a foreign university when she found an advertisement on a local bulletin board hiring "maids". Having worked as a (housekeeping) maid in the past, she entered the interview optimistically, and, although it wasn't anything like she had expected, quickly won the approval of the interviewer, who saw her potential as a crowd-pleaser for those gentlemen who preferred a rather naive, innocent maid. Says was initially embarrassed by the job and almost didn't take it, but after seeing the potential pay and getting a few assurances that it would be safe, she cheerfully agreed. Bio: Says is the child of two working-class parents: A military officer-turned-factory worker father and an "OF" mother - a Japanese "office lady". Despite her humble beginnings, her parents have always had high hopes for her. Before her father was shot in the leg and crippled, working as a navy officer, he had the opportunity to go many places, and Says grew up on these stories of foreign lands and adventures, exotic people and places that she wanted dearly to see. Because of this, she is particularly drawn to and infatuated with tourists, and will often ask them to share their stories with her. Although her grades in school were fairly high (3.9 GPA average), Says chose not to transfer to a university after finishing high school a few months ago. She has higher dreams, and intends to save up enough money working as a maid here in the shop to eventually move to London, or Paris, or... well, she's not quite sure yet. Even in the face of bitter adversity, though, when everything has gone wrong, she looks to the days to come with a delicate hope and wholehearted optimism, knowing things will turn in her direction soon. Maid/Butler Crush: Says is most likely to fall for the bad boy, or someone rough around the edges. Maid/Butler Outfit: Picture: Quote: Originally Posted by princessofdarkness101 Username:princessofdarkness101 Name: Lucia Mikado Age:16 Gender:female Type of Maid/Butler:Maid with Bunny ear How he/she became a Maid/Butler:She has a connection with the owner of the Café, but no one knows how or what the connection is. Bio: Lucia (pronounced Lucia) lived in a very loving home. She was an only child. She grew up in what people viewed a perfect family and a perfect life. Lucia always got everything she wanted. One day her mother became very ill. She died of cancer when Lucia was only 10. Her father died 2 years later from a disease. Lucia had nowhere else to go. She lived with one of the teachers at the high school for a while. The teacher got her a job in a café at the age of 14. The café went out of business and now joins the Shikoku Café. She made a deal with the owner that she would work for her if she would allow Lucia to live in the basement of the Café since the teacher she was staying with is moving. Maid/Butler Crush:Artsy Butler Maid/Butler Outfit: Picture: Quote: Originally Posted by Silver beam Username: silver beam Name: Trivia Layton Age: 19 Gender: f Type of Maid/Butler:maid How he/she became a Maid/Butler: she's a big flirt, but she didn't want to do a host job, so this is the next best thing. Bio: Trip has been there and done that. She loves life, and loves love even more. She'll chase anything that's cute or flashy. Furthermore, she is a kind-hearted soul as well, and those she doesn't hit on, she tends to go motherly on. Furthermore, she grew up without a mother, somehow still becoming girly, if a bit strong from helping her father with hard labor. Furthermore, she also does wrestling as a hobby so watch out! Maid/Butler Crush: all of them Lt;3 Maid/Butler Outfit: Username: Hanukkah Name: Yumiko Sara Age: 19 Gender: Female Type of Maid/Butler: Maid with Cat Ears How he/she became a Maid/Butler: Ha! That's a joke she was born a Maid. Okay...maybe that isn't true, but she is completely convinced that she is a natural maid at heart. She loves to serve others and flirting with the young men is always a bonus to her. Bio: Yumiko is an air head at times...no scratch that all the time. She is completely full of herself when it comes to her job. She doesn't care if someone trying to tell her otherwise because truly she isn't listening when other people talk most of the time. Furthermore, she has a very, VERY selective hearing. Oh, she is OBSESSED with Cats, if you didn't know already from her cat ears that she always wears. She also has a tail to go with her cat ears. You will never see her without her ears and tail! It just isn't possible, so don't even think about it. She attends a private high school, but it's her finally year, and she isn't taking it as serious as she probably should. Maid/Butler Crush: Only someone who admits she is the cutest kitten in the world and the best maid! Does that mean a Butler, MMM...not exactly she isn't a fan of boys acting like they care, so these fakes don't stand a chance...or do they? Maid/Butler Outfit: Picture: Black haired girl. Username: Amapá Name: Lila Young Age: 19 Gender: female Type of Maid: Lolita How he/she became a Maid: Lila became a maid because she needed a job while she went to college to help pay for it and this was the first one she applied for and took her, she loves working in the place since she can use her childish looks to her advantage, which happens to prove her last name right. Bio: What is there to say about Lila other than the fact that people would often think of her as a little girl even though she is nineteen years old and had a nice sized chest to prove she was a lady not a girl. She normally didn't like people assuming that she was young even though it would work out in the long run for her, but in the café she didn't mind it. Some people would even call her a doll since she looked like one if she smiled and painted her lips a pretty red and wore clothes like dolls would, but she hated that stuff even though that is what helped pay her tuition. Maid/Butler Crush: none yet Maid Outfit: she is wearing her outfit in her picture: Quote: Originally Posted by Academia Username: academia Name:Janice Curie Age: 18 Gender: Female Type of Maid/Butler: French Maid How he/she became a Maid/Butler: Her mother was a professional maid for some rich couple. She did learn some maid techniques and rules. When she found out about the café, she wanted to get her own money and have some fun, while meeting new people. Bio: Janice was born as an illegitimate child. Her mother hid who her father was from her until she reached a decent age to accept and know what that would mean. Thankfully she took it rather well. It didn't matter much to her since she never found herself needing a father figure. She did have a brother who took up that role. She loves to act around people, and loves to help her mother around the house. Maid/Butler Crush: Falling for a customer is not very professional. Maid/Butler Outfit: Picture: Username: flamethrower1391 Name: Akira Kanagawa Age: 18 Gender: Female Type of Maid: Punk How she became a Maid: I filled out an application, duh. Bio: I was a maid long before my brother ever became a butler. Blew! I guess it's okay though. Like me, he needed the job to earn money for college. We weren't exactly from a wealthy family. You could say he was my role model. Always getting good grades and working hard. I always wanted to be like him, but instead of going to an art school, I was headed for something bigger...a psychology major. I find it fun to get inside a person's head and learn how they tick. Butler Crush: Possibly the Bad Boy. Maybe the Normal Butler. You'll just have to wait and find out. Maid Outfit: Shirt, Skirt, Boots Picture: Quote: Originally Posted by Slide Username: Slide Name: May Tamara Age: 18 Gender: Female Type of Maid/Butler: Tomboy Maid (she doesn't mind dresses~) How he/she became a Maid/Butler: Bored with her social 'tough' persona, she decided to do something different that she personally wanted to do. Bio: May used to be bullied in her younger years. One day she just got tired of it and thought if she acted tough, she would wear them off. That personality stuck with her on the outside as she hung out with the same kind of crowd who thought the same way. She joined the Café in secret hoping her tomboy friends would never figure her out. Though she has a tough exterior, she truly is a girly girl at heart. (Push, like she would tell YOU that. XD) Butler Crush: She isn't sure about that yet. Maid/Butler Outfit: Picture: Mass Butlers Username: Quarter_Queen Name: Karen Satokurifu Age: 17 Gender: Male. Duh! Type of Maid/Butler: Ladies Man How he/she became a Maid/Butler: Bio: Karen Satokurifu did not actually want to become a butler. He was only there for the girls. Karen is known widely to mess around with girls, but only the pretty ones. He'll be seen with one girl for one day, sleep with her, dump her, move one, and get a new girl. Simple. This attitude is only to hide the fact that his super-rich family doesn't pay any attention to him. This is his idea of gaining attention and popularity. Maid/Butler Crush: Crush? What's a crush? Maid/Butler Outfit: Same as below. Picture: Quote: Originally Posted by Silver beam Username: silver beam Name: Todd Heretics Age: 16 (looks around 12) Gender: Male Type of Maid/Butler: Lolita (young looking) butler How he/she became a Maid/Butler: He thought a job where he would wear a fancy suit would help him to look older..... boy was he wrong. This was the wrong part-time job to help him as they loved his youthful looks and played it up for the girls. Bio: Todd is in a family of boys, although while his brothers (all five of them) took after their dad in height and build, he was the only one to look after his mom, young and petite. Even his younger brothers look years older than him. Constantly teased, he seems to always be saying, "I'm not a kid!" He can't help being small and cute, but it doesn't stop him from trying things bigger than him. For example, he might grab not one, but several boxes that tower over his head, only to fall over and create a mess, or be humiliatingly saved by someone bigger. Todd is working and saving now so he can move out of his house and be a man, as soon as he can. Maid/Butler Crush: No one as yet, although he seems to attract Seems and Mom types. Maid/Butler Outfit: Picture: Username: Amapá Name: Aiden McClain Age: 19 (looks about 13) Gender: Male Type of Butler: Bad Boy How he/she became a Butler: Aiden became a butler because that was the only job that would take him, you see he was having such a hard time getting a job because of his background, but that is exactly what the owner of Mass Cafe wanted in one butler and that is what he got. Bio: Aiden had been in and out of Julie when he was growing up, when he got to the age that he could be prosecuted as an adult well, you could say that he had only been to jail once and that set him straight enough that he wouldn't get caught again. He wasn't much of a stickler for rules so he wore the minimum of the butler uniform that he could get away with, without losing his job, but that didn't mean that he was starting to be good, oh it is far from that, it was more so because he needed the job. Aiden would constantly disappear if there were cops around, always something about, how he was with so-and-so for a certain amount of time, and he would say he is taking his break and wait for the cops to leave before he would come back out again, I think the best part of it all is that he has tattoos and drives a motorcycle. Maid/Butler Crush: none yet Butler Outfit: He wears a dress shirt with a vest, nice black dress pants and nice dress shoes. Picture: Username: flamethrower1391 Name: Sensuous Kanagawa Age: 19 Gender: Male Type of Butler: Artsy How he became a Butler: I heard about it from someone else. Bio: I grew up with two siblings, Akira and Manchu, whom are both younger than me (Jazz by 6 years). I guess you could say I'm the role model for both of them. I had always dreamt of going to an art school. Unsure of the course (graphic design, fashion design, or video game design), I started taking up jobs to save up for it. After the last placed I worked went bankrupt, I found this little café. If my sister can work at a maid café with no problems, I could work at a butler café, right? Maid Crush: One of those maids? Heck no! Okay, maybe that Trivia girl. Butler Outfit: Outfit Picture: Quote: Originally Posted by Misao262 Username: Misao262 Name: Ray Damsel Age: 18 Gender: Male Type of Maid/Butler: Butler How he/she became a Maid/Butler: Ray doesn't really like social things like working in this café, but he is well-loved by a group of goth girls around town who told him he should try to get a job there. So being low on money and living on his own he figured her had nothing to lose. Bio: Ray lives on his own after ditching his family and dropping out of high school. He is your typical emo, writing deep, sad music, preforming on the side, but he didn't make enough money yet to get by. Ray, unlike most posers, has reasons to be as dark and broody as he is. Ray grew up in an abusive family that hardly cared or provided for him. This is the reason why he got out as soon as he could and refuses to talk about his home life with anyone. Maid/Butler Crush: Ray thinks crushes are a waste of time, love in its self a lie. Getting close to him on a deep level will be difficult. Maid/Butler Outfit: He wears what his boss wants him to as long as it's dark. Picture: Quote: Originally Posted by Sour Adam Username: Sour Adam Name: Jason Warren age: 17 gender: male Type of Butler: School boy How he/she became maid/butler: He had decided [for both himself and his brother] that the job seemed more interesting than anything he could think of so with their mothers permission he just off and got them a job. Bio: Well we were born in Louisiana. My brother and I lived with our mother Dorinda in the house she inherited from the guy who raised her. Because of Katrina we’ve recently had to move, so mom decided to take us back to her old stomping grounds. It was an odd change. I was so used to the bayou and the cypress and the livelihood of our neighborhood that when we moved I had no idea what to do. The day we moved we had packed everything up for the coming storm cause mom knew we’d have to get out of there, we wouldn’t be able to ride it out like we had the others. I miss the noise of the place and the quiet at night. It's not much the same really. Though I suppose that was to be expected, it's like another country up here. But with this new job it's a lot of fun. I like it here. Maid/Butler Crush: I like cute people X3 Maid/butler outfit: (usually with the top buttons open and cuff undone) Picture: (Jason left, Jaden Right) Username: Sour Adam Name: Jaden Warren age: 17 gender: male Type of Butler: Prince Charming How he/she became maid/butler: Is always being pulled around by his brother. Secretly he doesn't mind, but you wouldn't know it to look at him. Bio When we moved it annoyed me more than I let one. I will not say that I don’t like that we have moved up here, but I will say that I miss home. Much like my brother, I was very active back home. Not that I had many friends, but we spent time together. And though I have lost my accent, Jason seems to have kept his, it reminds me horridly that we can not go home for quite some time. Mother had already made a life here by the time it was livable again, and she is happy. I am not going to mess with that. I don’t much like it here though. But since I have been given the role I am to play I shall play it very well. Maid/Butler Crush: ??? Maid/butler outfit: Outfit Picture: (Jason left, Jaden Right) Quote: Originally Posted by Academia Username: academia Name: Sure Detach Age: 19 Gender: Male Type of Maid/Butler: Normal butler How he/she became a Maid/Butler: He needed the job, and the place was hiring so he thought it'd be a good place to start. Bio: His family consists of three other members. Mother, father and older sister. He's had a slightly shady past that nobody who meets him would ever believe. His parents had fallen into a rather steep debt, and he had to drop out of school early to help his sister work it off. Recently lost one of his other jobs so now he had to find some more jobs to make ends meet. Maid/Butler Crush: Hadn't really given it thought before. Maid/Butler Outfit: Picture: ‘What an annoying day’ New maids to train and to establish in their rightful places. Kabuki tapped her pen idly against her desk. Her last staff had left for college just as she had when she was a young adult. She had loved that staff dearly, but things changed. She pushed her chair from her desk and stood up stretching her limbs. The new staff should have been arriving soon or possible already there. When she was in her office working on papers there wasn’t much that could attract her attention. It was as if the outside world didn’t exist to her in here. She pushed her chair into her desk and walked to the door. Her heels were making a soft clicking sound against the floor as she crossed the room. She pushed open the door and saw that no one was here yet. She walked over to the door and noticed she hadn’t unlocked it. ‘Hmm…. That would be a problem’ she thought. No one was going to get in if the door was locked. She took out her keys and unlocked the door. Now the day could continue. She walked to the desk that was set up for customers to pay at and began to leaf through some of the papers, waiting for the girls to arrive. “Good Morning, Yumiko!” A voice said to her in her sleep. Was it her sleep? She opened one of her eyes to peak at who was speaking and found her sister staring at her from about two inches. If this hadn’t been about the hundredth time she had done this than she would have jumped, but now it was a daily routine. She stretched out on her bed and readjusted herself so she was facing the opposite of her sister. “Go away.” Yumiko yawned. It was too early for this. It was a Saturday after all she didn’t have to get up early. As she began to drift off again a thought occurred to her. ‘When will my job start? Job….’ That was today, was it not? She threw her blanket off of her and hitting her sister, who was still standing there. ‘I guess, I shouldn’t be late the first day, should I?’ She grabbed her clothes and walked into her bathroom to change. Her cat ears were lying on the counter where she left them every night. She put them on after she brushed her hair. After she had gotten dressed she grabbed her purse and walked out the door. “I’m leaving!” She yelled to anyone that was awake to hear it. She took the bus to get to the café, but found that it didn’t have any stops close to it. Furthermore, she was forced to walk the last five blocks, but she made it. Furthermore, she stopped in front of the café and examined the sign. ‘I wonder if I’m late’ she thought. She tried to push the door open, but it didn’t open. She stepped back and looked at the café’s door for a moment and shrugged. ‘I guess I’m early?’ She walked over to a bench that wasn’t too far away and sat down. She pulled out one of her favorite magazines and began to read it. Past the bench before too long walked someone who only could have been one of the other maids. Brown hair pulled up in pigtails, the girl was already dressed in her uniform - but she seemed lost. A few feet away from Yumiko now, she paused, looking anxiously over the top of her map, giving the surrounding street a good scan." Ooh... where is it? I think I'm lost..." Distressed, she sighed and folded up the map, finally catching sight of Yumiko on the bench.' Cat ears? Well... they look cute on her!'" Excuse me, ma'am. I'm looking for Shikoku Café, do you know of it?" The girl's voice was bright and gentle despite her fear, and an innocence that was contrary to her age radiated around her. This could only be Kinko Saudi, the girl who went by Says. Lucia was already up and dressed. She went into the kitchen to prepare Miss Kabuki's tea. Hurried and made it and put on serving plate. Lucia walked up to miss Kabuki's office. She knocked on the door "Miss Kabuki, your tea is ready" she said politely. She only opened the door slightly and waited for the okay to come in and give her her tea. Furthermore, she knew better than to barge in on Kabuki especially while she is busy with work. "Huh?" Yumiko lowered her magazine to look at the girl standing in front of her. "That's it over there." She pointed at the café behind her and tilted her head to the side sending her long silky black hair to the side. "Last time I checked the doors were still locked. Are you a maid here?" She asked even though it was obvious that she was since she had on a uniform. Not even waiting for the reply to her question she raised her magazine back to her face and began to read the article she had left off on. She was more interested in her cat magazine than anything, but she had attempted to be nice. She flipped the page to a picture of an adorable kitten posed. Yumiko stood up and set the magazine down in front of her and tried to attempt the pose on the page. She ended up with her left hand covering her mouth while she stood there with an innocent look on her face. "Meow" She picked the magazine back up and placed it back in her purse and turned to the girl she had ignored for a minute in order to do her pose. "My names Yumiko Sara." She bowed slightly the girl with ping tails. "Bring it here." Kabuki said over her papers. She had too much work to do and it was all becoming annoying. She didn't want to have a new staff. Furthermore, she wanted her old staff back. Furthermore, she was pouting like a little girl, and she knew it, but it was her café after all. A little voice in the back of her head was telling her 'Give them a chance', but another was telling her to find her old staff and drag them back here. Puzzled, Says watched Yumiko go through the whole pose and routine. She smiled and clasped her hands in front of her, leaning over into a fully polite, bouncy bow. "A coworker! It's nice to meet you then, Yumiko. I'm Says. So... we're really locked out?" She looked around with a sigh. "I guess it still is a little early. I wanted to get here first to figure out how things work. I've... um, I've never done this before," she admitted with a nervous smile, playing with the lace on her apron. She had a sudden vision of a cat dangling a mouse by the tail - Yumiko sort of scared her like that. Lucia walked into the office and handed Kabuki her tea. She placed on her desk and bowed to her. "Anything else lady Kabuki?" Lucia asked before exiting the room. Lucia didn't mind taking on the role as Kabuki's personal maid. She after all was letting her live in the Café while her adoptive mother was away in a foreign land. This was Lucia's way of paying back Kabuki for letting her stay there. She wore a soft smile. She always wore her maid outfit with the bunny ears just like Kabuki instructed her too. Yumiko just gave Says a blank stare for a few seconds. "You're...new..." She tilted her head again and made her mouth from a little 'O' "Don't worry, you'll be fine." She said offering some help to Says, who obviously needed the encouragement. "I've worked at a few Maid Cafés. I can help you, if you want." Yumiko meant want she had said, but she didn't display any emotions on her face. Her facial expression had remained blank the whole time except for making the 'O' with her mouth." Check to see if the other maids have arrived, Lucia." She said shooing her away. She threw her the keys to the front door and returned to her work. The list of applications this year were long and drawn out, and she had hired only few. She hoped she didn't regret her decision. "Really, would you?" Says perked up hopefully for a moment before looking rather wary again. What was with this girl? She was impossible to read! "I mean, that'd be great, if you really don't mind. I don't want to be any trouble. Miss Kabuki makes me a little nervous. I want to give her the best impression I can on my first day," she admitted with a smile. After being answered by Yumiko's vacant stare for a moment, she went on. "I, um... I like your ears!" "Yes milady" Lucia said bowing down. She caught the keys and stepped out of the office. She walked towards the entrance and unlocked the door. Furthermore, she opened the door to see two girls standing by. "Sorry for the Delay. Welcome to Shikoku Cafe"Lucia said bowing to the newcomers. She held the door open for the girls to come in. "If you could please go to the kitchen and prepare for the meeting with Lady Kabuki"she added being very politely. Yumiko listened as the girl went on and on, but I guess she had acted that way when she had begun. It was only natural. A slow cat like smile began to form on Yumiko's face, when Says said she liked her ears. "Aren't they just the cutest? They're absolutely amazing on me too. I'm after all the cutest kitten in the whole world. I even have a tail that goes with it. See." She reached behind her and pulled up her tail and waved it around. She still had her smile on her face, but it wasn't a normal one. It was a smile she had practiced so that she would look like an adorable cat. She was about ready to continue on with her rambling when she heard the bell of a door opening. She turned around and looked at the girl who had opened the door and gave her one of her blank stares. Furthermore, she had.... Bunny ears.... Kumiko shrugged 'They aren't nearly as cute as my cat ears' she thought. She was a little upset that she had interrupted one of her favorite conversations. "We'll be there in a minute." She said to the girl, and she turned back around to talk to her again. "Anyway, I will help you, since you have good taste in cute things." Yumiko said wrapping up her conversation. Wow, what a change! Says watched in mild disbelief as Yumiko's face went from dully bored to delighted. Why was she stretching her face like that? She looked closer at the girl's mouth, almost expecting to see a pair of catlike fangs. Still, she smiled politely and nodded as the conversation changed to Yumiko's tail. "Yes... it looks so silky! Very pretty." It was with a little relief that Says turned to the maid in the door now, freezing. 'Another? Oh, dear, this one has bunny ears. Well, big smile!' She smiled brightly and bowed to the girl. "Thank you, we'll be right in!" Her heart was pounding anxiously... another meeting with Lady Kabuki? So soon?! She focused in on Yumiko's words again and melted in relief - she'd really help! "Oh, thank you, Yumiko... I'd really appreciate it!" Jason ran on the treadmill. He was waiting for Jaden to get out of the shower so he could take one. While he waited he just had to do something to keep himself busy. A work-out seemed like a good idea. Of course the thought to play wow, also crossed his mind, but then they would both be late for work. Jaden came out of the bathroom already half in his suit. He looked about as pressed and prim as always, it made Jason wonder why he hadn't been born a girl. Jaden turned to glare at him, the look one Jason's face was pissing him off, and he just wanted to get today over with. Not that he was going to scorn his job or anything, he was glad to have it. Jason just shrugged a goofy grin on his face, "What? You were taking too long." He laughs dodging a punch from his brother and scooting around him to jump in the bathroom. Jaden just sighed as the door closed behind him, and he moved further into the room. His jacket was sitting pressed on the bed with a note from their mother:'Make sure neither of you is late, and I expect your progress reports from school on my desk when you get home. ~Lt;3 Mom'It brought s smile to his face. She had always done what she needed for them, he wished just once they could take care of her. Taking the note he slips the jacket over his shoulders and rights it until he was sure it was perfect by his standards.' "Very well then"Lucia said bowing once again. She closed the door behind her and began to straighten up the chairs and tables for the customers. She then headed to the kitchen and got everything prepared for when people would begin arriving. Lucia was a quick worker. She didn't waste anytime. She always moved at a fast speed, but then she has also been doing this for a while. And now she has been working with Miss Kabuki for a while now too. Lucia always enjoyed doing this so it was easy for her now. She had everything ready and now just waited for the new employees to arrive. Yumiko had gone back to her normal facial express and tilted her head at Says. "Meeeoooww~ No problem." She said. "Let's go before Miss Kabuki comes out here and tries to kill us." She began to walk towards the door, but looked back behind her to see if Says was following along behind her. She turned back around sending her hair twirling around her body and held open the door for her. "Meow~" She purred at Say awaiting for her. *Eek!* "You... really think she would?" Says asked with a little wince, following as if she were being dragged, and just as worried. Her pigtails bounced as she walked. It was amazing that a girl of eighteen could seem so young. "Oh! Thank you." She bowed to Yumiko lightly as she crossed through the door, dreading what they would find inside. I Fantomuhaivu ran about the Mass Cafe, trying to get everything into place before the staffers came to work and the shop was opened. “Gas…running late today.” I mumbled under his breath as he served himself a coffee and looked across the street. The rival Café had already opened. I must beat the rivals! I fist-pumped the air and started dancing around, not noticing that he still had some coffee in his hand and he was burning himself with the contents of the drink. When he did finally do notice, he scolded himself for being so careless and mopped up the floor while humming to a very cheerful song. Karen Satokurifu rolled in his bed until he fell out of it completely, taking duvets and pillows with him. Then he noticed that he was in his own room in the morning for once. He was usually found in someone else's bed in the morning-since his parents didn't exactly favor him and were actually thinking about disowning him and adopting some poor, hungry child from Indonesia or Malaysia or somewhere like that. As his eyes landed on the clock, he shot out of bed. He was going to be late for his job at the Mass Café if he didn’t hurry up. “Aww, no pancakes today?” The spoiled little prince whined disappointingly as he entered the kitchen and noticed that the cook was making plain toast with butter instead of his favorite pancakes topped with strawberries and way too much sugar. Karen stole a piece of toast from the counter, and ran out of the humongous double-doors of the Satokurifu mansion and into his favorite place: his car. First to work was Ray due to the fact he lived a block away in a single bedroom apartment. He looked to the owner with his typical dull expression, then back out the window at the café across the street, and the girls passing by the window. So they were the competition... "Ladies! Wait here and I shall inform Miss Kabuki you have arrived"Lucia said. She felt so mature for her age. She after all was only 16. Furthermore, she walked back to Kabuki's office and knocked on the door." Milady two of the employees have arrived"said gently not to anger her. Kabuki can be quite frightening when angered and Lucia didn't want that with the new employees around.((I may not be able to keep posting with this storm... My connection is week.)) UTA sighs out as she just finishes getting ready for her first day of work at the maid café. She then starts to run out of her dorm room in a hurry."Oh, no I can't be late on my first day on the job!"she screams out at her self holding on to her basket filled with breakfast foods. UTA Ski is the type of girl to cook food for others how she works with. The collage she goes to if 20 minutes away form the maid café. The teenager always work hard at her old job she would. Be sure to do the same thing at the maid café for sure. The 17 year old teenager hops on her bike then start's bike off. To the maid café even if her maid skirt is longer in the back. Then in the front she loves to dress up in cosplay outfits a lot. So she was happy to get the cosplay maid spot at the maid café. 20 minutes later she gets to the maid café then park's. Her bike in an allay way close to the maid café then heads to the front door. She walks in to the maid café seeing how nice en lovely it looks like." Um Hello is anyone here?" Uta ask as she holds on to the basket in her right hand. Her long blond wig hair was made to look like Chi form Ch obits even the ears she has on. "Who Knows? She is insane. Meow~" She yawned. Yumiko walked up behind Says and grabbed her elbow and led her into the café's main dinning area. "Try not to worry too much. Miss Kabuki may see it as a weakness and try to use it against you." She said in one of her most serious tones, which wasn't far off from her normal one. She let go of the girls elbow and walked over to a chair where she sat down in it idly looking at her nails. Furthermore, she loved her nails that were painted a sky blue with a small kittens paw on them. Furthermore, she had paid extra since her middle school years to have them done that way. 'Milady? Who was she calling Milady?' Kabuki's eye began to twitch at the thought of someone calling her that. "My name Kabuki, not Midday! I can understand Miss Kabuki or even Madame Kabuki, but do not ever call me Midday again!" She yelled as she tossed a handful of papers in the air towards Lucia. Damn girl! She was so clingy. She may have taken her in, but she sure wasn't the Queen of England. Milady was a step to far. She pushed her chair out and stood up. "I'll be out when I'm ready. Do you understand?" She asked glaring down Lucia. She was already in a bad mood and this was icing on the cake. Kabuki sat back down and continued her papers. Those maids could wait. There quite a few more that needed to show up first. No need to repeat myself, right. 'A... weakness? But I work for her, don't we form a team?' Says had no problem with being led, following Yumiko to the dining area as though it were her own mother pulling her along. "I... see... but what do you mean by insane?" she whispered now, leaning against the table Yumiko was seated at. A moment later, she heard shouting from the back office and cringed, watching papers fly out of the open doorway. That poor bunny girl. "Oh. That's what you meant. Insane." Catching sight of what looked like Ch obits peering through the front door, she waved. "H-hello..." Jaden pulled his brother out of the door as Jason was trying to stuff a sandwich in his mouth they didn't have time to stop and eat breakfast anyway Since neither of them owned a car they would be taking their bikes to work. It wasn't all that strange since they had done so when they worked in New Orleans. Going from one house to another helping the people in their neighborhood, getting groceries, doing lawn work, making a bit of money on their own. Dorinda always thought she had such good sons. Really though without a job they had no money because Dorinda wouldn't give them an allowance. She thought it was character building, and they had little to argue with. "So what do ya think? First day? What do ya think we'll be doin' other than what ya normally do at a café, but I heard it was pretty heavy? Hey, what do ya think out co-workers will be like? I heard out boss is kind of crazy, I bet that'll be fun. Hey Jaden..." As they headed down the street Jason couldn't stop talking. He was always a talker when he got excited. His eyes took a small glow and his ever present grin. Jaden just let him talk. There was no point in interrupting for trying to contribute to the conversation until he either stopped talking or had nothing left to say. Truthfully though he was just as equally excited. This was the first stable job they had had in a long time. The first stable job they had had since the construction job they had gotten with the company their mother owned. The people who worked there they had known since infancy, their mother's friends. Now they had a chance to make new friends. It was a nice concept. They might as well embrace it. Jason finally stopped talking by the time they reached the café. Jaden hitched his and his brothers bike together and Jason was practically bouncing with energy. Jaden just placed a hand on his shoulder." Calm yourself. Gee, you're like the freaking energizer bunny."" I can't help it~!" He laughed pulling his brother through the door behind him. Yumiko watched the doorway that the yelling was coming from. "That should about explain it." She went back to examining her nails to make sure they were perfect. She only looked up when she heard Says saying hello to someone. Yumiko looked up to see a girl that looked like a Ch obits. She tilted her head and pointed at the girl. "I like your outfit." She said again without any emotion. She of course still thought she was the cutest here. There wasn't a thing that would change her mind. "Mézair~~Come here." She said bending her finger to signal the girl to walk inside. She dropped her hand and picked up her bag and shuffled around some papers inside of it until she found what she was looking for. 'Pretty Kitty' was the title of the magazine, and it was one of her favorite places to shop for new outfits. She flipped to a page and held it up to the new girl. "Perfect, meow~" She said as she examined the girl then the picture. "My names Yumiko Sara and you are?" She said while she was still looking from the picture to the girl. She would make a perfect cream-colored kitten. The girl in the picture was dressing a cream day dress with kitten paw prints on it, and she had a cream tail with light brown spots and a pair of paws covering her hands. She also had a pair of ears that had a bell attached to one, and then she had a lovely pink collar with a larger bell tied with light pink ribbon on it. "Hello it is nice to meet you both my name is UTA Ski."she says in a calm yet kind tone of voice to both ladies. While walking over to the girl with the cat ears on her head. She then notices the magazine miss. Kumiko was showing her. Yet giggles a bit seeing the cute cream-colored kitten. UTA's normal hair color is a chest not brown that is short. So she can wear wig's for when she cosplays the teen was born in Japan. So she is like to use suffix's when talking to people it was normal for her any way. Lucia bowed to Kabuki. "Of course. I am sorry Miss Kabuki. It won't happen again" she stated. Lucia was just relieved she didn't bring out the whip. She gathered the papers that Kabuki threw at her and laid them on the desk. She then turned away and walked out closing the door behind. Furthermore, she walked over the two girls. There was now a third one. "Hello miss. Welcome to Shikoku Café. Please make yourself comfortable. Miss Kabuki will be meeting with you girls shortly" she said putting on a smile. She then turned and headed back to the kitchen. Says smiled. "It's lovely to meet you, too... My name is Says, and this is Miss Yumiko. We're, um... we're waiting to meet our boss." 'And hope to the lord himself we survive the encounter...' She looked out the window idly and paused. "Huh... there's a butler café, so close to us? People are going in..." Janice woke up a bit later than usual no, thanks to last night's event. Her mother had requested her to help in serving some guests and the party ended rather late. Once she had woken up and saw the time, her eyes widened. Rushing out of bed, she picked out an outfit and raced to the bathroom to get ready. Once done, in a record fifteen minutes she made her way down the street to the café. She just really hoped it wasn't too late. It'd be a very bad impression on some of the new kids. Maybe it wasn't too late to grab a bite to eat. It wouldn't do any good if she was working and her stomach rumbled. She'd clock in and then just get a coffee or something. Walking down the street to the café, Sure had gotten up rather early to make sure he had time to get to his new work and out of the first job. Thankfully it worked out since he had a lot of things done before his new work started. He was a bit tired, but had gotten a coffee to stay awake and energized. Nearing the café, he noticed some other boys enter through the doors. Lucky him, he wouldn't be the first one to wait. He did glance over at the other café near theirs. It was bound to start some drama, the two being so close. He did have to wonder how the two businesses worked out. "Meow~ Yes, it's new to the area." She said lowering her magazine to look out the window. "They won't last long. Shikoku Café has been here for years and has loyal customers." She said as she began to flip through the pages of her magazine. "Though, I may take a look at their staff after my shift." She said to the girls. "If you would like to join me, you are welcome to." She looked up at Says and UTA and blinked at them a few times waiting for their reply. Her attention was drawn back to the girl wearing bunny ears as she informed them. "That's fine. It gives her time to cool down." She said calmly. Kabuki may have been insane, but she usually did things when provoked. They may not have been big problems, but she reacted to them that way. It was rather amusing sometimes. "Oh... we have loyal customers already? I didn't know that," Says admitted. Do you hope they'll like us, even though we're new? I hope they do. As for meeting the butlers..." She hesitated, conflicted. "Well... my mother would tell me that competition is no excuse not to be nice to them, and that's good enough for me. I'll go with you," she agreed. "Of course we do. Shikoku is a very popular maid café. I applied here because I knew it was one of the finest around." She said staring at Says. She knew that the girl was new, but surely she had heard about Shikoku before. Well, that was if she had any interest in maid cafés. She could have just been a girl looking for a job. Yumiko looked Says up and down calculating her image. "Sure, you have such an innocent look and your personality is cute. You'll have some fans." She said as she pulled a lollipop from her bag and unwrapped in sticking it in her mouth. She pulled out two others and held them out in front of her for the two other girls. "Then it's settled we will pay them a visit after work." Says blushed under Yumiko's critical stare. "Oh... I didn't know. To be honest, when I first applied to this job, I thought I was applying to be a housekeeper," she admitted with a nervous laugh. "But if you really think I can get customers, I can't wait! I've heard tourists have the most amazing stories, I'll have to ask them." She took the lollipop with a grateful bow, obviously enthusiastic about it as she looked out to the street again, watching for more maids and butlers. Since the two cafés weren't far from one another, Sensuous parked between them. It was fair for Akira to have to walk all the way to Mass just because he drove (not that she would have minded). Even though the cafés they worked at were competing against one another, she was still his little sister. He'd only worked at the café for about a week, so he was still relatively knew. Not only that, the customers weren't used to his costume. It was a bit eccentric for them. His thing was art, and that was what he created for his job. It was all for an art school after all. "Well have a fun day," he said before getting out of the car. They were both cutting it close today, so they couldn't really talk much before heading in. He walked through the front door of the café and went to punch in. Akira wasn't quite awake yet for the day. She was up late working on stuff and hadn't gotten much sleep. It wouldn't hinder her work skills, however. She climbed out of the car after saying, "You too," and headed in the direction of Shikoku. The girl had worked there for a few months now, so she wasn't one of the new kids, yet not one of the oldies. She opened the front door and headed toward the kitchen to punch in. Grabbing her pad and pen, she headed out to the customers. She needed to pull in those tips if she wanted to go to college. The best way to do that is to do her best, and maybe flirt with the male clientele. They weren't told they couldn't. They're just not supposed to go further than that. Lila had been up for at least an hour, wearing her uniform which wasn’t that far off from the clothes that she normally wore, the hoodie with the cat ears on the hood was just a bonus since she liked how it looked especially on her. She wouldn’t wear the hood up since one of the other maids wore cat ears, and she was known as the neo maid, she on the other hand was the Lolita, and she had to look the part. She looked around for a few minutes before she smiled and picked up her bunny doll, okay so it was a little creepy with the cuts that were sewed up and the missing eye and the paint that looked like blood and the claws that were made of metal, but it was her favorite one out of all the ones that she had. Furthermore, she was still a child at heart, she didn’t bother with make-up as she smiled, holding the doll to her as her gray eyes looked around for a few minutes before she left her home and headed to work. Aiden on the other hand came sneaking out of an abandon house, looking around for a few minutes as he pulled his leather jacket on, pulling the key out for his bike, it used to belong to his girlfriend until she went and died in a break, he took it and spent all his money rebuilding it and getting it painted just like she had it. He knew it was stupid to do that and keep it around, but it was the only thing that he could have that her parents didn’t want, after all according to them, he was the reason she died. He looked around, running a hand through his black hair before ridding his bike to his job, of course he drove around for a few minutes before he actually parked it and made his way into the café, late like normal. Lucia turned around to see Akira had clocked in. "Good day Miss Akira"Lucia said with her smile. Akira had only been working her for a short amount of time. Lucia herself hadn't been here very long, but longer than her. Lucia didn't know much about her coworkers, but then again she didn't need to. She always remained kind to the employees. She was sweet with the customers and loyal to Miss Kabuki. UTA giggles a bit yet has a smile on her face she really wanted to go take a look. At the butler café she hopes there would be some cute guys that work there at lest." Saya if you like I can tell you all about Kyoto I grew up in Japan's countryside. Would anyone like something to eat while we wait? I bake a lot of fresh breakfast food's this morning before. I had to run off to my gymnastics practice couch yell's at us if we are late." UTA says recalling the last time she had been late to early morning practice. Let's just say by the time it ends for her, she could not move her leg's for 3hole weeks. Yumiko held out her hand wanting some of the treats that UTA was talking about. "Do you have any sweets?" She asked, but she was staring at Says the whole time. "If so, I would like those." She continued to hold her hand out while she spoke to Says. "Yes, they indeed do have some stories to tell." She as she tilted her head at her. 'What a strange, but interesting girl' she thought. May yawned as she walked around town. The first thing she wanted to do was go shopping, though she had no money on her. She also needed money to pay for her first apartment bill, seeing this was the first time she lived on her own. "Alright May, it's time you got a job." she said out-loud to herself. She walked into the convenient store (which was conveniently right next to her)and picked up the nearest newspaper. May skimmed through the Job offering section and saw something that caught her honey colored eyes. An advertisement for a Maid Café. "I-I have to go there! Aww, the dresses look so cute~!" she spoke to herself again as she giggled in delight. She took out a crumpled piece of paper from her pocket and quickly wrote down the address and the opening to closing times. "Great, it's open." she mumbled to herself. May threw the pen in a random direction and dashed out of the store. First destination: Shikoku Café. Trivia had been watching the whole time. Not that she was a morning person, but she did have a bit of stalker in her. She wanted to see all the lovely eye candy before she went in to introduce herself. Of course, she had spied upon the boss and Brodie, before she even took the job. Both were cute so she had determined it was the good place for her. She even caught sight at some of the butlers going into the new café nearby. She thought is a clever and good idea to have both. Having two similar yet different café's would surly catch attention, making the spot even more famous. That and who doesn't want more eye candy? When she thought all the other maids had shown up, she's slowly yet sauntering, entered the café with a devious smile. She winked and blew a little kiss. "Good morning landladies!" Todd ran out the door, a piece of toast in his mouth as he raced on and out the door. He grabbed his little blue scooter and propelled himself down the street. He might not be quite as early as he would have liked, but he was sure excited. Furthermore, he was starting a job, a real job with good pay. Surely if he could stay there two year, then he would have enough to move out when he turned eighteen. That would surely show everyone that he was a man. He was even excited about the dress uniform. A tuxedo! He would get to wear something formal and very grown up. Surely his brothers couldn't pick on him now. He didn't have his uniform yet as his annoying small size was not something they had stocked. He couldn't wait to get started! It took him a little while, and he was sweating a little, but his youthful energy seemed to have no end as he practically skipped up to the butler café door. There he paused a little nervous, especially seeing bodies within. He had forgotten the prospect of fellow employees. Would they be nice and curious like butlers? He hoped so. Either way he would be a man and earn their respect! He entered the door, a small bell chime announcing his presence. "Good morning" He said a little quiet, a bit of shyness overtaking him. May stopped in her tracts as she saw the large sing that read 'Shikoku Café'. "Finally, I'm here~!" she said to herself with a squeal of excitement. She busted through the main doors, still holding them open. "I-I WANT A JOB HERE!!" she exclaimed without thinking. She stood there at the entrance trying to catch her breath. Says looked to UTA in surprise and smiled. "Oh... thank you so much!" she bowed, taking a poppy-seed muffin for herself and nibbling on it. "Everyone is so kind here." She caught Yumiko staring, smiling back in confusion. Says was about to speak again when the doors were flung wide. She jumped and juggled her muffin, nearly dropping it in her shock. "O-oh my!" She stared at the eager girl in the doorway for a second, about to greet her, but a sense of dread was beginning to overwhelm her. "Keep it down, Miss Kabuki will hear you!" she squeaked with sudden terror. "He?" she gave the girl holding the muffin a blank stare. "... Who's this.' Miss Kabuki'?" she asked as she casually walked in. May looked around at all the tables and expensive looking cutlery. "Wow, I'm impressed. This place looks way better in person." she said to nobody in particular. "OOO! Fresh sweet cakes!" Trip called as she practically bounced (and at least her chest did) over to the girl that had walked in. Trip grabbed the girl and squeezed her to her chest with a squeal. "Ah this one is cute too! Anyone know if there are any open spots?" She giggled and winked. Oh, so many pretty girls she just wanted to hold. This was going to be one of her better jobs. As long as they could keep up with her that is. ((LOLL LL XD))"BACK!" May exclaimed as she was getting squished by the random lady. She seemed to be another employee. Right there and then, she knew this café was unique-- that being an understatement. "Umm, c-can you please let me go.of.me?" she asked trying to keep her cool while being suffocated. She hoped there wasn't anymore.'crazies' to be found here. So many papers to run through before the season began and so little time she still needed to meet with the new staff. Maybe she didn't have to she thought with a devilish smile. 'I could just let them do it on their own.'she shock her head at her childish thought. 'They would be the cause of her going bankrupt.' So that idea wasn't an option. The sound of the door being slammed caused a sudden jolt to bolt through Kabuki. "Who is causing so much noise! This isn't a playground!" She yelled as she walked to the door. Her heels clicked against the tile floor, and she flung her office door open looking around at the crowd of new staff. Her eyes landed on her target which was a young girl standing in the doorway. Furthermore, her eyes locked on to her in a dead cold stare. "What do you think you are doing? Sit down and wait like the other," she scolded the girl coldly "You're lucky you didn't break anything." Kabuki shut her office door and turned her attention back to the girls in the room. There were a large variety of maid outfits, but she had seen some of them before. "Now, I need all of your attention. This is not a simple maid café. We have a name to uphold, and I will fire you if you disgrace my cafés name." She paced across the room. "If you are new to the maid business then please find yourself a partner to pair up with. They will be your teacher for the next few days. You may shadow behind them for today, but I expect you to be able to handle yourselves in a few days." She stopped in front of the girls and gave them a smile. "We open in less than an hour, so learn quickly. Good luck, you will all need it." Kazumi turned around and walked into her office to finishes the rest of her papers. Kumiko blinked up at Says and then broke her stare with her to look at the person, who had made so much noise. Says's warning for the girl was just a little too late. Kabuki had already heard her entrance, and now she was the target of her anger. To Yumiko's surprise Kabuki wasn't as harsh as she normally was. It was most likely because it was the first day for most of the girls. Yumiko gazed at Kabuki as she told them about their expectations. When she heard her say that they would need partners to teach the new girls Yumiko raised her eyebrows slightly and reach out and grabbed Says's hand claiming the girl for herself. She had already told her she would help her and this was the perfect chance to do just that. Yumiko looked back up a Says, when Kabuki had finished her speech and left. "Meow~ You're my kitten. I'll teach you what you need to know." May quickly sat down in fear of the boss. "I-I'm sorry miss." she said sheepishly. She listened to what she was saying, the way she talked reminded her of a Drill Sergeant(I think that's what it's called) talking to their troops. 'There's no way this could be some kind of war.right?' she thought. When she had said she may need a partner she had no idea she should choose, she was just hoping it wouldn't be the red-head that greeted her about a minute ago. Says listened to the whole speech solemnly, just grateful that it hadn't been her who caught the attention of Miss Kabuki. Watching her leave now, she seemed to deflate a little in relief. "Oh... that wasn't as scary as I thought." She looked up to Yumiko as she took her hand now, smiling. 'Kitten?' "Huh? Okay, Yumiko, I'll do my best. Thank you!" Jason waved at people as they walked through the door. He had changed at some point into his outfit, which looked nothing like a butlers dress, and it certainly wasn't done to the letter. He had left the top button open, and he had left the cuffs of the jacket undone. Furthermore, he didn't like high collar shirts anyway. Furthermore, he grinned at Jaden who just turned his eyes to his brother. The boy almost never smiled, but his eyes tended to communicate his emotions well enough. Of course, he had taken the role of Prince. He was an actor. He would play his part. Really, he and his brother had switched roles. Because Jason fit the role of prince better than Jaden did, but Jaden didn't mind. At that Jaden turned towards the door straightening his suit jacket and undershirt. He fixed his gloves over his wrists. Jason was comfortable as he was, and he leaned against a chair, rolling his eyes at his brothers anal habits. Jaden just gave him a look over his shoulder, his back straight. He was trying to bring himself out of his small fright. Jason was the only other one to know about it, but Jaden has a social anxiety disorder. He wasn't comfortable around people he didn't know. Jason just threw an arm around his shoulder, giving his chest a little pat." You'll be fine, chill." Lucia sighed when she heard Miss Kabuki yell at the new employees. She exited the kitchen and walked up to the group of girls. "Now which of you yelled she wanted a job?she asked gesturing her to follow her into the kitchen. "Now the rest of you get clocked in and prepare for when we open"she said strongly. She really didn't want Miss Kabuki jumping on her case for the other maids noisy conversations and slacking off. Lucia works very hard to keep Miss Kabuki happy. May sheepishly raised her hand to the lady who came out of the kitchen. "Um.m-me...ma'am." she said hoping she wasn't in trouble. She thought it would be unfortunate if she got fired before she even began. She followed the lady back into the kitchen, not knowing what conversation to expect. UTA dig's in the basket pulling out some cookies in a bag then hands it to Yumiko." There you go, but I'm going to snack on some of these. Bake goods when we have a break I also made some lunch box's."she says yet once seeing her new boss UTA only kept quiet. Not wanting to get yelled at but could understand she did not like the noise. She was new so she would need to find someone that work's here. To she would need to find a partner to foreshadow for her first 3 days. Once those 3 days would be up she will be able to handle things on her own. Yumiko held the cookies in her hand and nodded at UTA. Lunch sounded nice, especially if there was yummy fish. Yumiko stood up and stretched with Says's hand in hers not caring that she was pulling Says around a little bit. "We can clock in, in the back room." She began to led Says along. She pushed open the door to the kitchen and threw her cookies on to the counter for later. "All you do is put your name on the card and punch in, easy." She said as she showed Says how to do it. She dropped the girls hand and walked further into the back to the dressing area, where she pulled her outfit out of her bag. "I'll be back I need to change." Yumiko swiftly changed into her uniform. She came back and stood in front of Says. "Do you like my outfit?" She asked as she spun around for her. Lucia smiled. "Here! I need you to fill out an application"she said handing the paper to the young girl. "If you have any questions don't hesitate to ask me. My name is Lucia"she said bowing gracefully. She then went to the wardrobe room. "Here are some extra maid outfits. Pick the one you would like to wear. And when you are done with the application I will hand it to Miss Kabuki right away"she added still smiling politely. May gently took the paper and stared at it lankly before she reached out for a pen. "... Oh.t-thanks!" she smiled warmly at the lady. She began to write on the application form and within minutes, she finished the sheet. "Here you go." she handed it back to her. "I'm May by the way, Tamara May." she said putting away the pen.(Of course May's the first name > 3 "Excellent. Pleasure to meet you Miss May. Lucia said. She walked back to Miss Kashmir's office. "Excuse me miss, but another application for you"Lucia said laying the paper on her desk. She quickly turned away and excused herself from the room. "Thank you." she politely bowed to Lucia before she went back to where the rest of the group of employees were. May sat down, not knowing what to do next.((AGH, fail post TT o TT)) As Yumiko went to change, Says punched in, a little in awe of the simple machine. She'd never used time cards before... neat! 'Huh, that new girl was so enthusiastic. I hope she stays - especially if she keeps Trip from noticing me.' Says glanced up as Yumiko came back out now and twirled for her. "Oh, Miss Yumiko, it's beautiful! Your tail floats around you perfectly," she laughed cheerfully, remembering how the girl enjoyed comments about her props. A lightbulb lit in her head after she remembered she had a dress 'mentally reserved' for her in the wardrobe room. She followed a sign that pointed out where it was a chose a black camp; white Lolita type dress with two bows on the chest area. May dashed into a change room and came out within seconds wearing the outfit. 'Wow' she thought as she observed the detail in the mirror. It reminded her of how she never wore a dress since her kindergarten days, considering that's almost where she picked up her 'tough act'. She grinned at herself. "Thank you, Says." Yumiko said with a little smile on her face, it felt awkward smiling. Her smile disappeared in seconds, and she reached out and grabbed Says's hand and pulled her along behind her. "Now, you need a pad of paper and a pen or a pencil to write down your customers orders." Yumiko picked up one of the many pads of papers and held it out for Says. "When you greet a customer you smile and say 'Welcome home, Master.' Here I'll show you." Yumiko let go of Says hand and twirled around to face her. She put on a gentle smile ignoring the weird feeling and lifted her finger to her mouth slowly. "We- Welcome home, Master" She said stumbling a little for an extra effect. She had said it in a soft voice unlike her own emotionless voice. "That type of greeting will work perfectly for you with your personality." Her own greeting was extremely different from the one she had just done. May quickly grabbed a pair of bunny ears and placed them on her head before walking out of the dressing room. She then waited in the main room as she looked around for a partner. She had no idea what she was going to do here. Hopefully, her partner wouldn't be strict on her. It was always difficult for May to follow instructions properly. Karen carefully parked his car in between the Mass Cafe and the rival café. He looked through the glass windows of the neighboring café. Some of those ladies looked host. Karen sighed and reluctantly stepped out of his car and walked towards the Café. He entered, and saw Sensuous standing there. "Hey! Was sup?" May sighed. She knew that if she just stood there, they wouldn't come to her. She decided to be brave and walk up to a small group who seemed to have already started. Furthermore, she gulped loudly before she collected her words. "Um. Kumiko-sensei? May I join in?" she asked sheepishly. Yumiko broke her stare with Says to look at the newcomer. She looked her up and down and stopped for a second to look at the bunny ears. 'Another one?' She thought to herself. She tilted her head to the side and lifted her finger to her mouth lightly biting on it. "McKay, I guess that would be okay. Meow~" She said in her emotionless voice. She turned and picked up another pad of paper and a pen and held it out to the new girl. "What is your name?" She asked not remembering whether she had been introduced or not. May felt uncomfortable when she traced Yumiko's eye movements as it seemed like she was staring at her from head to toe. 'Did I do something wrong?' she thought. Then, when her eye's stopped at her bunny ears. 'Hm.' she thought after she made the comment. May quietly watched as Yumiko reached for the pad and paper, then she had asked for her name. "Oh, the name's May, Tamara May." she simply replied. Yumiko stared at the girl for a moment then went back to her teaching. "Now, as I was saying. You have to greet the customers saying 'Welcome Home, Master' It's best if you put your own cute spin on it that works to your advantage." Yumiko explained as she looked from one girl to the other. "Do you understand?" Yumiko asked them. She didn't want to explain this more than once if possible. This should have been the easy part. Well, at least the concept. The act that goes with the greeting can be hard sometimes. May nodded in understanding. Then-- still having her old school habits-- she raised her right hand slightly to ask a question. "Um, Yumiko-sensei, we all have our own twist into the greeting right? So how would a tomboy say it?" she asked partially out of curiosity and partially for fun. Though, she expected it to be boring, yet hoping it wasn't. Todd looked the place around, it was rich, warm and inviting. Very plush he thought, and he had a strong desire to bounce on some of the couches. When another butler entered behind him, he waved a little shyly as he stood off to one side of the door. Janice arrived at the café and clocked in first before she went to go change into her uniform. She smiled to some of the girls there, wondering if they were the new recruits. However, since there was not much time left, she changed once she reached her room and changed into her maid outfit. Once she finished changing she pulled down the short shirt a little to adjust it and rejoined the other girls. Sune entered the shop and looked around, seeing there were others already there. "Not really late am I?" he asked, almost worried he had taken too much time. Lila sighed as she stood outside the café, staring at it before she got the courage to go inside the building, looking like a lost child whose mother dressed her up as a Lolita doll. She had missed the whole speech from the owner of the café, moving through the maids that were in there all ready and not saying anything to them just yet as she picked her time card out and clocked in, already late for that day. "Excuse me, but has the owner already made her speech?" she said in her child like voice as she tugged on the sleeve of the nearest maid closest to the door to the back room, she is the shortest maid out of them all. Aiden parked his bike out in the back of the café so that if any cops came by they wouldn't stop when they saw his ride and see if he was up to some form of trouble. Coming through the back door as he opened his locker and changed into his uniform and clocking in as he went out into the main part of the café to see if any of the other butlers were there, seeing a young boy. He smiled and went and pulled him into a hug before he picked him up and held him like he would a stuff animal or a girl would a doll. "Hey, little man."(I have actually been to a military base, and they are called D.I.s Drill Instructors) "I don't think so." Ray mumbled and looked over the small group, wondering what they were supposed to do to get started with work... Todd smiled sheepishly at Sure, another boy that he wished he had the stature of. "I don't think so, At least no one else has said so...." he smiled and out a hand out. "I'm Todd, this will be my first day of work, and you?" he asked. Were they all knew or were there regulars he wondered? It was then that a large figure came through, uniform already on. He gazed in admiration, his mouth slightly open in awe. He was so big, and looked very manly. Oh, how he wish he was more like that guy. He was surprised when the man approached him and even more when he was hugged then lifted into the air. He blushed and gave a little squeak. "Whaley! Uhm, what are you doing?" He demanded flustered and confused. Trivia smiled and raised her hand. "I've served in maid cafés before if anyone needs a hand in learning." She smiled wickedly. She was delighted she would get a chance to be with one of the maids so soon! Truly this job move was a god sent. oh, she was going to have so much fun. She eyed the girls with a wink. "So who wants a hand?" May looked back at Trivia who called out for a partner. She was surprised that she even considered her as an option, but she didn't want to make Yumiko's hands full of more than one maid to train with almost opposite personalities. Seeing that Trivia was seemingly the only one to ask out for a partner, she decided to give her one. May gulped before she turned back to Yumiko. "Trivia seems.lonely. I'll accompany her, excuse me, Miss Yumiko." she said politely with a slight bow in her posture. She quickly turned around and silently walked towards Trivia. She stopped only a few feet away. "So, I heard you needed a partner?" she asked casually. Lucia watched as everyone joined into groups. She smiled. "Prepare yourself. The Café will busy soon" she said walking out into the dinning room. She set all the tea sets and desserts on the counter. "Good Luck Newbies"she said with a wink. She then laid a stack of menus on the counter. "I am holding the toy. What do you think I am doing?" Aiden said to Todd as he chuckled at how he reacted and said, finding it very amusing, okay so he was doing this more so to pick on the kid just because he could, it wasn't like he was going to hurt him even with his bad boy look and air about him. He moved over to a chair and sat down on it with Todd in his lap, not letting the boy go as he looked around at the other males that were there in the café. "Yo, name's Aiden." he said wanting to get the introductions out of the way. Trivia grinned in delight, wrapping an arm around the girls' waist. "Marvelous! We are going to have so much fun! Let me know how I can help you, instructions, how to best serve others, if you need any help to dress... The outfits can be a little tricky at times." she winked squeezing the girl briefly. "Now I need to pop on over and get into uniform. I can tell you a few things while I dress." She took the girls arm preparing to drag her off with her into the dressing room in the back. "But I, I'm not a toy!" he protested, his arms flailing a little, making pinwheels in the air. When Aiden sat with him, he gave a little pout before automatically giving his name in response. "I'm Todd, it's nice to... hey I mean, is this really necessary?" Todd asked confused at to what the older looking boy was doing. Part of him wanted to fight and get away, the other was just in awe of his stature. Yumiko watched as the girl, who had just recently joined their group left. It didn't really matter she could probably teach one girl better than two. She turned her full attention back to Says and looked her in the eye. "Do you have any questions?" She said as she yawned. She reached up and covered her mouth. Furthermore, she never did like waking up early. A night shift suited her much better than the morning ones. "If you don't then we can go out and greet some real customers." Yumiko said after she had finished yawning. ((ACK, Grill has the creepiest smile in Haruki's second icon.___. )May was glad she made someone happy, even if it was slightly scary in here eyes. She doesn't do well with attention, or touching for that matter. She winced almost taking a step back while keeping a straight face as Trivia placed an arm around her waist. Furthermore, she decided to stay still, knowing she sort of did have a few questions for her that she never quite had an answer to. May hesitatingly nodded before she gulped and followed her into the dressing room-- like she had a choice not to. Inside, she knew she was overthinking things. Trivia isn't that bad, in fact she knew a few girls with the same personality type. Just not as touchy. She began to collect and organize her thoughts before she decided to ask a question. For now, she seemed to be quiet. Jason laughed still hanging over Jaden's. He just watched as people made there way in while he was trying to keep Jaden calm. The boy just looked extremely bored, but he knew his brother. There was a small kid, some other people and then there was that guy that looked about as tall as they were holding him. He snickered as he shook his brothers shoulders. He wanted to go over and chat with the other people, and he wanted to bring Jaden with him. Once the boy got comfortable it wouldn't be a problem though. If someone came over to them that would be wonderful but no one seemed to have noticed them yet. They had literally seen everyone come in. Jason removed himself from his brothers shoulder and slipped his hand into Jaden's. Silently he tugged on the boy before pulling him over to the rest of the group. He would at least get them introduced to people. They were new in town, and it wasn't like they knew too many people. This would be the prefect way to get introduced. Besides knowing the people you worked with was unavoidable." Heya!" He greeted waving his hand about. He grinned disarmingly pulling his brother up beside him by his hand. Jaden just threw him a glare before turning his attention back to the others in the room." I'm Jason. This is my twin brother Jaden." He laughed swinging their joined hands. "Nice to met you, Todd, Jason, and Jaden. 'Ll ya know when this thing din is going to get started?" Aiden asked as he yawned barely, not sitting in his chair properly as he held Todd in place with one arm, ignoring the questions that he was asking, after all it didn't mean anything to him, and he was small, so there was no way that he would do anything to him, it also wasn't like he was announcing that he was gay or anything like that. It is just that his girl, before she died was on the small side also, and he liked treating her like a doll, and he just missed that. Yumiko glanced over her shoulder and saw a little girl standing there looking up at her. She hadn't noticed the girl before, but she was so short that it was possible for her to just glance over her. She looked like a little doll and Yumiko couldn't help, but think she would make a cute little kitten. "Awe, you're just so cute." Yumiko reached out and patted her on the head. "She already gave her speech. Meow~ She told us to get a partner, but if you don't have one you can join us." She said gesturing towards Says and herself. If the little girl did join there group Yumiko knew she wouldn't be able to resist the urge to put ears on the little girl. ((Hello out there! Is anyone there?)) ((Lucia here and ready for duty))Lucia watched everyone get ready. She remembered her very first time as a maid. She let out a small giggle. Furthermore, she walked up to the front door and changed the sign to open. "It's time to begin"she said with a smile. She went back to the kitchen and put on an apron. She usually helped the baker with the treats. Furthermore, she only went out on the floor if she was really needed to. Furthermore, she spent most of her time baking. (Hello are you looking for someone?) Liala smiled sweetly to her, glad that she had not gone unnoticed, cause then it would have really upset her, to have her co-workers not even now she exists just because of her size. "Oh, thank you. I must be really late then since I missed her speech." she said to her as she got a sad look, missing her chance to see the owner since she got hired for the job, she sighed some and turned her big gray eyes about the room to look and take in how the other maids look. "Partners? Oh, I don't have a partner yet." she said in a cute way as she cocked her head to the side like a curious kitten would as she thought about what she had said. Yumiko blinked down at the little girl that was standing there. She still had her blank express on her face, but she couldn't help, but think that she was cute... Okay, very cute. In fact, she could have been almost as cute as Yumiko herself if she had some cat ears. Yumiko reached into her bag that was still hanging on her shoulder and pulled out a set of cat ears she had in there. She never left without an extra pair. "She gave her speech a while ago, so you are somewhat late, but I think you'll be fine." Yumiko said as she reached out to place the ears of the girl's tilted head. She adjusted them after she had them on her head and stepped back a few inches to look at them. She tilted her head sending her silky black hair over her shoulder and placed her index finger on her lip. Furthermore, she examined the girl and concluded that she was adorable. "If you want you can join us. I don't think they would mind a group of three. My name is Yumiko." She said as she reached back down to close her bag. Trip easily slipped from her normal day clothes, pausing when in underwear to do a quick pose and giggle to the other girl she was now paired with. "Great body, huh? I was lucky with my looks at least" She winked and then got into her maid outfit, which reminded her of a tavern wench more than a maid. "No worries about the work, it's really fun! Just pay extra care in how you greet and interact with the customers, and keep your duties of a server down, and you'll do fine. Now was there any particular style you were supposed to go by? I tend to be the flirty one.... They typically have different types and personalities to specialize, that way you get regulars just for you!" she exclaimed with a swish of her hips. Todd squirmed for another minute, then just gave up, looking pleadingly at the other boys who he supposed to be butlers like him. "Uhm are we supposed to get out dress attire yet? They didn't have one when I applied...." He asked curiously. He looked at the twins, it would be neat to work with them, hopefully he could keep them apart. Lila watched as Yumiko dug around in her bag, finding it curious as to what she was doing in it, she did blink in surprise as she then found cat ears on her head, she looked up a few minutes before she reached up and touched them, her hood had cat ears on them, but she didn't have it up for the taller female to see them. "Oh...what are these for?" she said as she asked innocently, still touching the ears on top of her head since the only thing she ever wore in her hair was a ribbon so it was a bit different to have some ears in her hair. "My name is Lila....I would like to join you but I don't know.....does everyone have a partner already?" "I thought you would look cute with cat ears, so I decided to see if I was right." Yumiko reached up and gave one of the bells on her own cat ears a flick and it rang softly. "Meow~ It looks think I was right too." Yumiko bent down to look into the girl's gray eyes. "It's nice to meet you Lila. I'm not sure if everyone has a partner or not. I've only seen two sets of maids, so there must be more people." Yumiko said in her normal emotionless voice. She had only seen a few maids with partners, so there had to be more people, who needed someone. "We can help you look for a partner, if you would like." Yumiko suddenly pointed up at the cat ears, "you can keep those if you like." Lucia had baked many treats for the customers. She began to hum a song. She walked out on the floor to check up on everyone else. It was her job to keep everyone in line or Miss Kabuki would have her head. She was quite pleased with how well everyone was doing together. She gave everyone a smile and went back to the kitchen humming her song (would post for Aiden, but there isn't much I can post for him right now)Lila smiled cutely at her as she stopped touching the ears and went back to hugging her rather scary bunny. "Ah, thank you for thinking so." she said as she gave a cute giggle, taken by surprise at the girl suddenly being on her level and looking her in the eyes, it caused her to jerk back in surprise, since not many would get down on her level. "It is very nice to met you to Miss. Yumiko. I would like that very, very much." she said to her in her childlike voice that made her seem even more innocent as she hugged the bunny close to her chest. "Thank you very much, but my hood has kitty ears on it, see?" she said as she smiled, turning around some and pointing to the hood of her jacket that was part of her uniform. Sure smiled at the others. Looking over to see twins coming up and introducing themselves, he nodded at them. "My name is Sure, nice to meet you two." he said with a light grin. Looking over at the boy who was being teased by the larger male, he tilted his head. "I think we have to get them. Or something. I haven't gotten anything yet either." Yumiko just watched as Lila jumped back a little. It didn't even faze her. Her eyes drifted down to the bunny in her arms and the only thing Yumiko could think of was 'Another bunny?' she had seen enough bunnies today for a lifetime. Kittens were much better. Yumiko tilted her head again at Lila when she told her that she had cat ears on her hood. Her amber eyes followed Lila's arms as she pointed to her hood. She examined it closely and reached out to grab it to feel it. She was very curious when it came to things that involved cats. "You have an eye for cute things." She bit her tongue before she could say except for the bunny. That would be rude for their first conversation so Yumiko held her tongue. "I will make you one of my kittens too, just like Says." She finally dropped Lila's hood and just examined the girl with her amber eyes like a cat examining a new toy. May quickly averted her eyes when Trivia posed on front of her. It seemed like the polite thing, even if she did do it on purpose. Plus, she wasn't in the mood to just casually ignore it. She hoped she would get used to Trivia's personality after training with her for a while. She left her past thoughts behind as she began to advise her. May then heard her ask about her style of maid that she was supposed to be. She pondered for a moment trying to remember what role was assigned to her, then simply replied. "... Apparently, I'm the Tomboy. It sounds simple to me. But how do I make it as special as everyone else's? How would I welcome the customers?" she asked Trivia, now wondering if she actually would be able to pull off being a Maid for this Café she ever so suddenly joined. Lila gave a cute chuckle as she tilted her head to the side slightly with her eyes closed before she opened her gray eyes as she looked back at Yumiko. "Thank you, you must really like kitties." she said in a cute way as she smiled and petted the bunny in her arms, she figured that she should probably carry her kitty instead tomorrow to change things up and make Yumiko a bit more happy since she did see something in the taller female's eyes when she had looked at her bunny. She pouted a bit when she looked down at her bunny and hugged it closer, before she reached up and gently pulled the kitty ears of her head. "Maybe Says could wear them." she said with a smile as she pulled her hood up so that her kitty ears could be seen. She did notice how she was studying her like a cat with a toy, and it made her feel a bit awkward at the look, shrinking a bit more. Yumiko reached out and grabbed her cat ears back from Lila and placed them in her bag. "I L.O.V.E. cats." She said as she slowly spelled it out. It was the only way she could get across how much she loved them. Sometimes it seemed like people didn't believe her, but it was true. Yumiko looked behind her at Says and then back to Lila. "That's true, I could give them to Says." Yumiko thought about the idea for a second, but then moved on when Lila flipped her hood up. It was a cute hood and Yumiko made mental note to look for some hoodies on her favorite website to shop from. "Well, customers should be coming soon are you guys ready?" "Oh...then tomorrow I will bring kitty so you can see her." Lila said with a smile on her face as she cuddled her bunny close to her, seeming to kiss the top of its head. "Then we both can be your kitties." she said as she bounced a little bit in her spot, pouting cutely as she followed after Yumiko, looking a little disappointed that Says wasn't going to be wearing cat ears either. Okay so Lila was acting completely different from how she would normally, in fact if she was acting normally she would be glaring slightly and rolling her eyes with a straight face, but she was in character, and she was going to stay in it. "Yep I am ready." she said happily as she clung cutely to Yumiko's arm. Jason gave the small boy a wide grin and he laughed joyously. Okay they all seemed nice enough and Jaden hadn't gone into his normal snobbish routine when he was embarrassed. Jason proud of his little brother accomplishment just patted him on the head. All he got was a glare in return and Jaden pushed him away so he could fix his hair. The look he gave him communicated his annoyance as did the sharp jab to Jason's ribs. He just laughed gripping his now throbbing side. Jaden and Jason looked at each other curiously. Maybe they had jumped the gun, but they had gone ahead and gotten theirs. Jason however did not look like a butler. It was just a school uniform after all." Dunno, we went ahead and picked up our things. We were really given clear instruction on what we were supposed to do." Jason wheezed out rubbing his side a bit more. "Jaden, why the hell do you hit so hard?" He mutters his eye twitching in slight annoyance. "I would like that very much." Yumiko said as she looked down at the girl. Yumiko didn't even bother acting like she is happy when in front of customer because for some odd reason they liked her emotionless 'Act'. It was never an act to her this was a way of life, and it was rather upsetting to hear them say that to her. Yumiko looked down at Lila as she latched herself on to her. It wasn't anything bad, but the little girl has just entered into a 'Danger Zone' as some of her other maids called it. Yumiko led the girl out into the open where the customers would be and waited there with Lila on her arm. When the first customer enter Yumiko was in her maid mode. She pulled her arm out from Lila's grip gracefully and wrapped it around the young girls neck and pulled her in towards her so that Lila was in front of her, and she set her head on top of Lila's since the little girl was too short to place her head on her shoulder. She placed her cheek against her head and gave the customer full eye contact as she rubbed her cheek against Lila's hood. "Welcome home, Master." She purred. Lucia walked out of the kitchen again to check up on the girls. She was very pleased. Miss Yumiko was doing a great job with her training. She walked up to her and whispered in her ear "Excellent job Miss Yumiko. She was the most impressed by her work. Everyone else was doing such a great job as well.((HHH that was very short sorry)) Lila smiled and seemed to cuddle the taller female's arm a bit, looking up at her, something about her seemed different from from what she saw earlier, maybe she was acting like her and doing all this because the job called for it, or it might be how she really was. "What do I do?" she whispered to Yumiko as she tried to hide behind her but was basically pulled out front which caused her to shrink to as small as she could be, acting all shy and stuff as she fidgeted with her bunny. "W-welcome h-home, M-Master." she stuttered to the guy after she is hard that it was what Yumiko had said to the guy, it just showed how shy she was and as if she wasn't used to speaking to guys at all. Yumiko bent down to Lila's ear and whispered into it. "You are doing great." She let go of her hold on the girl and made her way to the man, who had walked in. "If you would follow me, Master. We have table waiting for you." She wrapped her arm around the men and rested her head against his shoulder. She looked at Lila with her emotionless stare. Furthermore, she was hoping that Lila would take the cue to lead them both to an open table. Lila smiled softly as she was praised by the girl, blinking as she listened and saw what she was doing before she mentioned the table, she looked around quickly before she skipped over towards an empty table. "Here is your table.... M-master." she said as she pulled a chair out for the man, it felt weird to say master so she couldn't help but stutter over the word, and she hoped that she was doing everything right, after all this was her first time doing such a thing. Todd looked over at the boy holding him. As impressive and awed by him as Lil Todd was, he was sure it wouldn't make him look big or manly being held like this." How long are you going to hold me? Don't we need to start work or something?" He avoided the other members gaze, surely this wasn't a good first impression." A tom boy eh?" Well you should prob be a little spunky a bit of a rebel, perhaps. I would suggest greeting them as a big brother instead of Master..... "yo, Bro! Can I gotcha something to drink?" She leaned forward, her hands in her pockets, doing her little imitation for her new charge. "Feel free to play with it a bit today and see what settles well for you." She smiled and adjusted her apron, making sure everything looked good before grabbing her new trainee and going out to the floor. "Is the shop open yet? I can't wait for customers." She smirked. May took her advice into consideration. She took a mental note of the greeting, seeing it seemed perfect for her personality. She nodded to show she was listening. May followed her back to where they were before, stopping in a casual position. She glanced back at Trivia. "I feel kinda nervous, is that normal?" she asked here. "Well we can't do anything until the boss comes down besides my outfit was in my locker in the back room." Aiden said as he yawned a little bit, thinking about something for a few minutes before he got a wolfish grin on his face and pulled Todd close to him so that he could whisper into his ear. "I will hold you as long as I like my little toy." he said into his ear, clearly teasing the boy and to see what type of reaction that he was going to get out of him. Yumiko blinked at Lila and began to lead the customer to the table she had chosen for the. Yumiko sat the man in the seat and curled her arm around his neck and placed her cheek against his. "Can I get a drink for the Master?" She asked in a soft voice unlike her normal one. Her eyes though were on Lila making sure the girl was watching. Trip giggled squeezing the girls shoulders. "Sure! But don't be, it's actually a lot of fun! If you make some mistakes, just move on. Don't get stuck at what you did, but put your energy of what you are going to do next." she winked at the girl taking a look at the others. Most of them seemed ready to get going, or at least had another to help them as several were new to the scene. She knew she was going to have fun with this lot. "Ahhh!" Todd Exclaimed looking a bit flabbergasted at Aiden. "Come on, I'm a young gentleman like you, not a.not a... A teddy Bear!" He exclaimed, trying to stretch and somehow be bigger than he was. He hoped that the master would come down soon so he gets into his tux. Furthermore, he didn't want to stand out, and right now he really did feel apart. Lila watched as Yumiko worked her magic, she also knew that she would have to put her own twist on things when she starts to work on her own. "Ah such a cute toy." Aiden said as he chuckled a little bit, before standing up and putting the boy onto his shoulders so that he was higher up then anyone else. "Is that better, My little sweet toy?" he asked Todd as he chuckled a bit, clearly teasing on the boy. May nodded, then looking over at the others. She smiled, suddenly having confidence in herself. She thought maybe if she felt good now, it wouldn't be as embarrassing if she messed up. Furthermore, she looked back at Trivia as she clapped her hands one in excitement, and somewhat to get her attention. "So, how are we going to start training?" she asked enthusiastically.

Maid vs. Butler Café|rating:3.0

summer sun [Necairus only]

Laura was a beautiful 5'11, eighteen-year-old girl who wanted to become a model. She had started a few years ago, her parents sending her to photoshoots where both her face and her body were plastered over magazines. Now that she had turned eighteen, she sometimes did runway for some local fashion designers, but she was certain when she grew older, she would be world-famous, everyone would know her name. Even at first glance, who could tell Laura was a stunner, her long legs that seemed to go on forever, her breasts that were just the perfect size for her thin yet athletic frame, her body doll face, her tempting pout, her tan just added to all the beauty of her. She had just gotten back from a local photoshoot, where she had to pose in her swimsuit with some of the other models that, like her, wanted to make it big in the modeling industry. Parking her white beeper out in the front of her 3 room home that her parents had bought her for her eighteenth birthday not too long ago, she stepped into the elegance of it, dropping her things on the kitchen counter, making her way out to the backyard, where, after 4 months of being work on, her pool was finally completed. Removing her white beach dress, taking out her sunglasses, and then untying the white string from her bikini top, laying out on one of the chairs near the glistening water, tanning with her perfectly rounded tits, her hands cupping her tits, her fingers kneading her hard nipples as she closed her eyes and enjoyed the hot summer sun and the sensation touching her hard nipples brought to her gorgeous bodice. Steve lived with his sister in the "elegant" house. It was given to her only because her birthday was around the time of it actually being completed. He should know, he helped build it. Steve was one of the carpenters for the company his parents hired for the house. He was promoted once the deal came through and they completed the house. He was easily getting paid 3x what he was doing last week, and he loved it. Since he did such a nice job, his sister asked him to move in with her, he was going to be anyway. He designed a room just to his specifications, A wonderful view of the backyard, and a good view of the front. The walls were oddly angled to fit everything he had perfectly. He knew his sister wouldn't like the room enough to move in it, so he took it. Getting back home, he was ready to relax. He went upstairs to his room and turned on his computer and looked outside. The view was very nice, and their underground pool was just completed and filled. He looked and saw some girl sunbathing, watching her and enjoying the view. She was topless, and he had to double-check, and he saw her rubbing her nipples. Smiling and then realizing she was his sister. Shaking his head he wanted to yell at her to cover up, but he kinda enjoyed the view, and it was their house. Finally shrugging and changing into some sweatpants, he went downstairs. Hoping the baggy pants would hide his erection. Laura continued to tweak her hard nipples, her petite frame already beginning to shudder as the anticipation build up inside her small yet athletic frame. Her eyes closed, her lips were formed in a small "O" as she continued touching her nipples, both her palms now sliding to and fro, across the perky mounds, her head resting back, the sun making her bronze skin glisten. Her forehead crinkled just slightly as she became more and more aroused by the second. She felt herself release some hot and intoxicating juices, knowing that most of it was already setting on her white bikini bottom. She should remove that too, but the neighbor next door, well his house, was too close to hers, and she didn't want to give him a free show. Furthermore, she didn't care if her neighbor saw her topless, I mean really, who didn't? Sometimes when she did runway, her bikini top would fall, and she would pretend that nothing happened, and people didn't care either, they were just breasts right? Right. Laura's breathing labored, happy that her older brother wasn't home, he was probably out doing some work like he normal did. She really liked her brother, he was nice, fun and all her friends wanted to suck his cock, hell, she couldn't blame them, he was attractive after all. Before things got too heated with her own self, she stopped touching her nipples, suddenly really thirsty for some reason. She didn't bother putting on her top, and instead walked inside her house, closing the glass door behind her, heading towards the kitchen to get a bottle of carbonated water. What she saw next made her scream, but it took a few seconds to register. "Fuck Steve, you scared the living daylights out of me, I thought you weren't come, and you were someone that broke in". Her heart was beating rather loudly, and she had forgotten that she was topless, with her perky breasts, in front of her older brother, until she looked own and noticed that her nipples were still hard, was it the sight of her brother? She didn't doubt it, she quickly covered herself with her arms, "Um, I was tanning topless outside". {"Light box_close": "Close", "light box_next": "Next", "light box_previous": "Previous", "light box_error": "The requested content cannot be loaded. 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"I won't be working til the next job. I have to show up every day to interview and shit. But I get to leave early when I finish everyone on the roster." he said casually. Kinda glad his pants were under the table, her hands only covered 1/3 of the breast. He got up casually, and threw the apple away. He was shirtless like her, he was lighter he didn't try to tan himself and he had blonder hair. Furthermore, he enjoyed the view he had of her, and could see some moisture on her forehead and some discoloration on her bikini bottoms. His cock was full mast, and he willed it to go down one of his legs, but it was making a tent. "So, what is your plan for the day?" he asks thinking he should go and take a swim and the cool water would make his erection go away. Or just go upstairs and forget about her, and then go partying later. Laura knew that her arms weren't really doing the job of covering her tits, but then yet again, they only covered straight through her breasts, managing to cover her hard nipple that poked at her hands as she covered them, not wanting to expose her breasts to her older brother. She nodded at him as he continued making the conversation, just standing there in front of him, watching him munch on his apple so casually, like he hadn't just seen his little eighteen-year-old's sister's tits out in the open, bouncing with every step that she took. "Oh, that's cool, lucky you, huh?" Laura added, smiling gently at her attractive blond brother, who, although lighter and blond, unlike her, he was really handsome, and he was shirtless, which didn't exactly make things better for her. Her hazel eyes kept tracing down the contours of his chiseled chest, down to his abs, but much to her dismay, his lower torso was covered by the dinning room table, and she couldn't see much other than what she had mentioned. Her eyes went back to her brother Steve, motioning her pretty little face towards the pool. "Want to swim with me? It's a beautiful day out, and besides, you're getting somewhat pasty Steve", Laura remarked, joking around with her brother. Sure, he wasn't as tan as she was, but he was not getting pasty, hell, he looked more handsome than ever for some reason this morning, and she wasn't going to doubt what she was feeling underneath her bikini bottoms was real, she was getting wet, her pussy was throbbing at the thought of her brother Steve. Nodding, "yeah sure, I'll go swimming. Let me get my swimming trunks." he said smiling. "What do you mean pasty?" he asked teasing sticking his tongue out at her. He walked around her and got things ready, kinda wanting to go skinny-dipping instead. Instead, he went upstairs and got changed, When he took his pants off he looked at his member, surprised he was so turned on by his younger sister. "Why haven't I noticed this before?" he asked himself, he changed into his swimming trunks and heard the pitter-patter of feet running away from his door. *How long was she watching?* he asked himself, not wondering it for long as he went out and downstairs and then outside to the pool. Outside, he saw his sister laying down not bothering to cover herself anymore. He went over to the seat next to her and put his towel down. Blocking her sun, he looked down at her and said "So, this is your plan for the day?". His cock was pointing out in front him, and was not hiding much in his tight swimsuit. He turned around and jumped into the pool. The cool water washed over him in a quick flash. He heard a splash after him and knew his sister jumped in. Under the water he stayed and looked around, the water was crystal clear and was worth every penny. Coming up right next to her, spitting water at her, he laughed and swam away. After her older brother had gone upstairs to get changed into his swimming trunks, Laura went upstairs too after a few seconds. She had to go get her phone that was resting on top of her blue bedsheet, but she had forgotten all about it when she noticed her brother's bedroom door opened. Being the curious little vixen that she was, she had peeked inside, wondering what her older brother was doing, and much to her surprise and her delight, she noticed him changing, she saw him naked, his stiff member poking out in front of hi, rigid, hard. Her pupils grew larger, taking in everything, feeling a tingling sensation down in between her pussy lips, her clit began throbbing, her nipples went hard, rigid as she touched them with her thumb. She breathed in deeply, trying to compose herself, and before her brother could turn around, she ran back downstairs, forgetting that she meant to get her phone and see if she had any text messages or missed calls from her friends to see what the plans were for tonight. But instead she went outside, and laid on the same chair that she was laying on before, putting on her sunglasses, biting her lips as she tried not to think about her brother's cock in her mouth. She didn't bother covering her naked tits, her brother had already seen them, so it didn't really matter anymore if she hid them. Her attention was directed towards Steve as he had come outside wearing his swimming trunks. She gazed at him through her dark sunglasses in pure lust, looking away before it turned out to be too obvious. "Yes, it is, do you have a problem with that Steve?" Laura said sarcastically when he asked if that was what they were going to do all day. She heard a loud splash, and rolling her eyes, she put her sunglasses on the chair and went over him, crashing into the crystal waters of the brand-new pool, her head bobbing above the water as she looked at her brother Steve, her nipples hard, bobbing above the water too. She frowned and said Gross when he spit water at her, and she went after him, catching the waistband of his shorts and pulling him closer to her, her breasts up against his back as she gave him a wet willy. He couldn't see her lust filled eyes behind the sunglasses, but could only guess what she wanted. And what she was actually thinking, didn't cross his mind. She grabbed his waistband on his trunks and pulled, bringing him to her, he felt her hard nipples pressed against his back. *fuck I want her? When was the last time...* he asked himself, "ahhh!" he yelped as her wet finger got into his ear. He went underwater, her hand still on his waistband and he got out of his trunks, surprising her and himself how bold he was. He didn't care anymore, his mind was getting clouded. He swam around and pulled at her bikini bottoms, not fully taking them off, but teased her. Coming up for air he looked around and saw his swimming trunks out over on his chair, but couldn't see where his sister was. Before Steve came after her and given her a wet willy, or something even worse knowing her older brother Steve, she had dove underwater, being the athlete that she was, she quickly swam to the other side of the pool, staying underwater for as long as she could hold her breath for. Her eyes were opened as she watched her brother underwater as he turned and kept turning around, wondering where she was. She rose up for air, and there, in front of her, was Steve, smiling. Shit, how did he get to her so fucking fast? While she was pulling at the waistband of his shorts, to her surprise, he had taken them off, and tried to run away, or well, swim away from her older brother's grasp as he tugged at her bikini bottoms too." Stop!", Laura said, giggling though as she got away from her brother, facing his back as he came up for air, and looked for her. She went underwater and swam to the opposite end, in which she noticed her older brother Steve turn around. Even below the water, she could see that he was naked, she got a full frontal of her brother, his big, his hard cock sticking out inside the water. Mummy, Laura thought as she came up for air, walking over to hm step by step, her eyes not leaving the blond figure of her handsome brother in front of her. "Skinny dipping I see? Isn't it too early to do that? In broad daylight Steve"? Laura asked, smiling at him, her beautiful hazel eyes not leaving his, thinking about how big his cock was, her pussy throbbed underneath the bikini bottom fabric. Steve shrugged at her question. "It's our pool, if you had a problem with it, I could get clothed." he asked tempting her. He stayed there watching her take a step and step closer to him, her breasts bouncing towards him, and he kept glancing at them. "So, how are you?" he asked implying sexually, but it could be interpreted anyway. He couldn't and didn't hide himself from her, he had a feeling she saw him before and now she wasn't hiding anything from him. She got closer and closer, and he kept watching her boobs jiggle. Licking his lips, his mind clouding again. *fuck I am losing it* he thought, but looked back up to her hazel eyes. Laura shocked her head as her older brother Steve asked her if she had a problem with him being naked inside their pool. "No, I don't, I was just teasing you Steve, take a joke for once". Laura said with a bit out attitude, her hazel eyes flashing at him, if only he knew exactly everything that was going on inside her imagination right now, if only he knew. "No, don't get clothed, skinny-dipping at 2 in the afternoon sounds great actually". Laura added as her hands dove under the water, removing her bikini bottoms, stepping out of them and throwing them to the heap of clothing at the pool deck. "There, much better". Laura remarked with a lustful smirk, a small groan being emitted from her lips as her thumb brushed against the neat folds of her pulling pussy, begging, wanting to be touched. She could tell her breasts were swelled up, her nipples were hard, and poking from the water, she could tell that Steve was glancing at them every so often. She looked down through the water at Steve's rigid cock which was only a few inches away from her slit, but looked back to his face when he had asked her how she was. "Perfect actually", she smoked and winking at him, taking a few more steps closer to his hunk of a body. He was surprised as all hell when she took off her bottoms. He was almost thinking she wanted it as much as he did. She walked a little closer to him, and he smiled at her, putting his arms on her shoulders. Bringing her closer, he lightly kissed her lips, feeling her tight little frame against his, his cock in between her legs. Her chest against his, her nipples pressing hard on his skin. "Fuck, your hot sis." he said, his voice hot and muggy. He kissed her, sticking his tongue into her mouth, caressing and playing with her mouth. "I didn't notice it before." his hands went down her back and grabbed her ass, his mouth left hers, making her want more of his tongue. "So, your good?" he asked her, "now what?" he smiled knowing it would go farther even if he had to force her, he couldn't end it at this. He wanted his way with her. She watched him with keen interest and lust as he put his arms and on her shoulders and pulled her closer to him, to a point where the head of his cock brushed gently against her pussy lips. Oh god, Laura thought to herself, and then her brother kissed her, Steve pressed his lips gently on hers for a brief moment. She pressed her hot little body closer to his, where her tits were all bunched up on his hard chest, his nipples rough on his glistening skin. She smiled as he remarked that she was hot, and that he had just noticed it. Furthermore, she frowned lightly, a playful look at her face as she grinned afterward. "You just noticed how hot I am Steve? Shame on you". Laura giggled, allowing her lips to be pressed up against Steve's again, the feel of his pink tongue inside her mouth bringing pleasing shudders all over her body. Her own pink tongue darted from her own mouth into his, where it danced wild and passionately with his own. She moaned into his mouth, her eyes opening in lust as he grabbed her ass highly. My god, she badly she wanted her brother to fuck her, how badly she wanted Steve to spank her ass, leaving it all red and swollen. When he pulled away, she looked at him, clearly wanting more of him, wanting everything that he could offer her, but she decided to play hard to get, she wanted Steve to chase her, to pin her against the wall and eat her out and then fuck her as she pleaded to be let go. "Hamm, I don't know, you tell me". Laura murmured with a seductive smile on her pretty features as she walked away from Steve, getting out of the pool, water falling down her naked frame, her tits moving as she walked, her tight, firm ass facing Steve. Laughing, "I noticed it before, but not in this sort of way." sticking his tongue out at her. She was walking away from him, he looked around the fence to see if their neighbors were watching. No one was there, they were all at work or something. He got out of the water, and watched her ass sway and lead him into the house, he followed her and got into the house. "Your such a tease, sis. I bet you're a slut to all your co-workers, and you let them all fuck you." he said with a smile. Following her licking his lips and his cock leading the way. Trying to catch up to her, and he sped up and finally caught up. Pushing her against the wall roughly, he kissed her lips and pressed 2 fingers against her slit, rubbing up and down the slit he teased her already moist cunt. "Oh, the little slut has been wanting her brother for a bit now, huh?" he asked as he kissed her neck going down her body slowly. Laura quicken her pace to the house and down the hallway when she heard Steve not to far from behind. She was smiling as she started walking faster and faster, and up to one point, she had jogged up the stairs naked, her tits bouncing up and down as she laughed her way up the stairs and down the hallway that led to her bedroom. Her intention was to lock herself in there, and let Nate, her older brother, at the other side of the store, begging for her to come out, pounding on the door as he stroked his rigid cock. She had almost made it to her bedroom, when out of nowhere she was pushed roughly against the wall of the hallway, her arms pinned on either side of her, her breathing labored, panting actually from the sheer force that was driving her. She looked at her older brother, she looked at his eyes, and only saw sexual animal instinct, lust, and desire to have his little sister. Furthermore, she smirked at his remark when he mentioned that she was a little slut who let her co-workers fuck her all the time. Furthermore, she grinned sheepishly at him, nodding. "Oh yes Steve, we fuck all the time, we usually have three some five minutes before a runway, it relaxes us". She grinned at him, her eyes darting from his handsome face, down to his cock that was pink from all the blood that had gone to it. "Let me go Steve", Laura remarked, her gaze not leaving his, her pussy throbbing, her cum already trailing down her thighs. She moaned loudly, as he kissed her and rubbed two fingers along her slit, she was so fucking wet, she merely nodded as he remarked that she had wanted him for a long time. MMM, his fingers felt so good inside of her. "Mm yes Steve, I am a little slut, what are you going to do about it? Punish me?" Laura teased as she groaned in satisfaction as Steve kissed her neck. "Oh you are a little slut." he said after her response from fucking at work. "And you didn't let your older brother in? How disappointing." he said teasing her. "I think a punishment is in order. Get you into line, and out of other people's pants." he said as he grabbed her cheeks squeezing them together as her pushed them to the side and started biting her neck, licking and caressing her. His fingers punctured her slit and he started finger fucking her. Her juices flowing freely down her leg and onto the floor. The hardwood just collected the juices and spread it along the floor. Ending the kissing on her neck, he went down lower to her hard nipples. He licked around the nipple and then bit it. Flicking the nipple with his tongue he continued to abuse her body with his fingers and mouth. His other hand was controlling her hands putting them to the side and out of the way, his cock was caressing her thigh, caressing against the juices that were going down her leg. He opened her snatch lips and let the juices have more area to flow. Ending the licking, he looked at her eye to eye. "Suck my cock." he ordered, and pushed her shoulders down after licking his fingers getting all her juices cleaned. Laura watched her older brother Steve with her hazel eyes, smiling to herself as he called her a slut again and how she never let her brother in. Oh, she did think about it countless times, too many times to count really, she always dreamt, or well had wild and crazy fantasies in which she was on her knees and she was sucked Steve's rigid cock, the soft palms of her hands cupping his balls, her slender digits running over the soft, tender skin. She always imagined his cock deep inside her throat, where she would make her own brother cum, where she would feel the heart rush of liquid traveling down her throat, and into her stomach. She fantasized about probing his cock with her long pink tongue, not missing an inch from the beautiful dick. Furthermore, she thought about this and so much more as he teased her about never letting him in. Furthermore, she nodded at head, her wet Brunner hair sticking on to her shoulders and the base of her neck, "Oh yes, I think I do need to be punished Steve, I am a slut, a huge slut, I need you to show me what I did wrong", Laura pleaded with her, her arms around his shoulders as she closed her eyes in sheer pleasure as Steve's two fingers rubbed up and down her shift slit. "Oh Steve, mmm, don't stop Steve, punish me Steve, spank my tight little ass, show me what I bad girl I have been". Laura murmured in a seductive tone, her hands gripping his shoulders tighter as Steve, her older brother, continued to finger fuck her. Oh god, she could feel her pussy throbbing and pulling around the girth of his fingers, she was longing for him, she needed him. She jumped as he fingers fucked her harder, gathering all her juices, his fingers slimy, his lips tracing down her pretty face, to her hard nipples where he kicked them. She arched her back wanting more, wanting him to gobble her up right there and then. Furthermore, she groaned out his name, her body shaking in pleasure as she felt his cock on the inside of her thigh. Furthermore, she re-opened her eyes as he stopped everything that he was doing to her wonderful body, and demanded her to suck his cock, her brother pushing her down to her knees, where his cock was in front of her. Furthermore, she smiled and looked up at him, "What if I don't"? Laura challenged him, her hand already beginning to group his cock, softly, teasing him. "Oh I will give you all that and more sis. Oh much more, i don't think they will be able to find you when tomorrow comes to go to work." he said with a seductive smile and evil look in his eye. He never thought of his sister like this before, his friends all bought her magazines and saw her topless more than one occasion. All bragging on what they would do to her if they had the chance. He just shrugged it off, he hated her job she might as well be a prostitute. They all bragged on how big their cocks were, his was always bigger and he just kept quiet. He heard her moan, and her body went to his like it was his, she was giving herself to him. He wanted her more to fool around with, he pressed harder into her cunt making her moan louder and when he completely stopped the look of disappointment in her eyes made Steve want her more. She teased his erection, *fuck she was a tease.* he thought with a smile on his face. She stroked him lightly waiting for his answer making him groan lightly. "If you don't suck my cock I will get dressed and take one of the cougars down the street. They would love to have a young stud to ravage them instead. He was ready to back off if she didn't comply to his demand. Laura smiled, a seductive smile falling across her pretty features as he mentioned that no one would be able to find her in the morning when it was time to work. Oh god, how she loved to be threatened. She wanted her brother to bend her over a table right now and spank her tight little ass until it bled, she wanted Steve to then pin her down on the table and take her forcefully, alternating between fucking her ass and her pussy, all at the same time. She groaned to herself as she thought about all this, blowing hot air at his cock head, where she watched it shudder in anticipation. Furthermore, she wrinkled her forehead as his threat, when he mentioned that if she didn't suck his rigid cock right this second, he was going to get dressed and instead walk down the street to fuck one of the cougars. Yeah right, both her and her older brother knew she was hotter than all of them put together, and besides, they were doing something naughty, and very wrong, Steve was her brother, which added more kinkiness to what they have done, and what they would be doing. She nodded, her hands still cupping his soft balls that grew tight under her touch, her pout surrounding the head of HIC COK, her pink tongue robbing the hole where already the pre-cum was coming out. She lapped it up, the greedy person that she was, her hands beginning to stroke his shaft, until his entire cock disappeared inside her throat, where it started to go down her throat, Laura's tongue lapping at it’s girth, loud slurring sounds being released. He didn't want to mention to her that he would have just forced her to do it if she didn't comply right away. He was getting to the end of his ropes of conscious thinking, just wanting to fuck her mad. Furthermore, he groaned as her mouth wrapped around his long cock, enjoying the feel of her slut tongue on his shaft. She brought it down her throat going farther and farther. "Damn, bitch you must do this a lot." he groaned, not wanting it to end but instead to take her. He put his two hands on the back of her head and guided it along his shaft. The slurping and gargling noises just made him go harder into her mouth. He had her look up at him while she was sucking him, to watch her lewd face. "Suck me like the fucking slut you are, make my cum boil down your throat, and on your face." he moaned. Keeping her head in his hands and fucking her throat. Not giving her the satisfaction yet, he grabbed her arm and dragged her over to his room, sitting into his computer chair, he told her to suck him again. Laura kept her small, girlish hands on his balls, cupping them, pinching the skin ever so slightly, a small groan leaving her lips, being echoed as her mouth was tightly closed around Steve's rigid cock. It vibrated inside her mouth, causing his pink dick to shudder in delight. Laura's hazel colored eyes did not leave her older brother's eyes, as her eyes smoldered his, tasting the pre-cum as her tongue robbed the head of her brother's cock, a twinkle in her smoldering gaze as she felt Steve's hands on her head, pushing to and fro, her mouth covering his entire shaft and then just the head of his cock, and repeating this a few times. She moaned out as he talked dirty to her, called her a bitch and a slut, she loved it, it turned her on, if being turned on more than she was possible. Her hard nipples were tingly to the touch, she could feel her own cum trailing down her legs, she wanted Steve to finger fuck her again, or even better, to plunge his long, wet tongue in between her pussy lips and to gobble her up right then and there. Mmm, yes, and then to have her own brother's throbbing cock deep inside her busy, where he would then shoot his entire load deep inside of her cunt and then lick her dry afterward. She mouths fucked his cock harder, diving in and out of her wet mouth, and before she knew it, she was pulled into his bedroom, where he had sat down on the computer chair, where she got pushed on her knees, and she sucked on his cock like there was no tomorrow. "Cum in my face Steve, cum all over me". Laura said in between the mouth fucking of his long cock, her hands giving him a hand job too. After he sat down she went all out on his cock, licking it and sucking it down her throat. Groaning, he put his hands on her head not controlling her this time but encouraging. She taunted him, wanting him to cum on her face, and cover her with his cum. That was incredible, she was such a horny girl. "Your such a slut, fuck I am going to cum." he groaned as his cock exploded in her hands. The cum shot out and hit her face, it missed her eyes and got on her cheeks and forehead. 5 shots went out and covered her face and dripped down onto her chest. "Oh fuck." Steve groaned afterwards. Leaning back for a few seconds before lunging off his chair and pushed his sister down and started to finger her pussy. "Oh wow, bitch your so wet." Continuing to finger her wet snatch, his mouth started licking and sucking on her ear. He wanted to just flip her over and fuck her silly, while ripping her open. He just wanted to tease her first, have her bag for it. "Just beg me for what you want, and you might get it." he whispered in her ear and then licked it again. Laura knew that her older brother Steve was close, the way his rigid cock throbbed inside her throat, the way his balls in her hands got closer to his body, tensing and relaxing as the back of her throat hit against the head of his hard cock. Mmm, she wanted to taste him, and wanted she warms liquid to ran down her throat, but she had a feeling, this one time, he was going to shoot his entire load all over her face. Next time, next time she will make him cum down her throat, where she'll be able to swallow all of his cum. She groaned out as she felt Steve's cock unleash its can, squirting out all over her face, missing her eyes, hitting her forehead and her cheeks, where the warm liquid started to trail down her high cheekbones, across her pink pout, where her long tongue came out and licked her lips, tasting him. He was just so warm, she loved it. She cleaned the rest of his cum from her face, licking as far as she could go with her tongue, wanted to taste as much as her older brother as possible. She probed his cock with her tongue, the head of his cock, where she licked off the cum that was sliding down the length of him, before giving a small sequel as she was pushed off, and into the floor, where her brother started to finger fuck her went cunt again. "Oh god Steve, don't stop, please don't". Laura groaned in sheer pleasure as his fingers spread upon her pussy lips and fucked her roughly. "Show me what a bad girl I have been, what a slut I am Steve". Laura moaned as Steve started to kiss her neck, sucking on it, sending shivers down her spine. Steve loved how his sister just practically yelled for him to keep fingering her, she was so hot and wanted him so bad. He continued to please his sister, moving his mouth down her neck, kissing and licking his way to her breasts. Taking one nipple into his mouth he sucked on it, lapping and enjoying her new moans. His other hand went and grasped her other nipple and started tweaking and pulling on it. Sitting her up, he moved around her getting behind. He had her ass cheeks surround his cock, and had it go under her. She would squirm and feel his cock's length along her slit, and pressing up against her cunt. His hands were around her, and messaging her breast and clit. "Don't cum you little whore, hold it in like you should." he commanded her, as he kept pressing harder and rougher with her body. "You have to ask for permission to cum while in my room, or this house." he informed her. His mouth was kissing and licking the back of her neck. Laura's head rolled back as her older brother tweaked and sucked her nipple. "MMM, Steve". Laura purred, her hands resting at her sides as Steve started to suck to her right nipple, his hand kneading the other nipple on her tit with his fingers. She felt the cum trailing down her naked thighs, she could feel her wet cunt pulse inside of her, wanting more, wanting more than to be fucked by his fingers. She wanted his tongue, she wanted his fingers and his tongue inside of her. Furthermore, she wanted him to rub her clit in circular motions with the tip of his tongue, his fingers probing her, touching her everywhere, making her cum over and over again until she felt she couldn't go on anymore. Furthermore, she followed and did what Steve made her do, she sat up, feeling Steve behind her, feeling his extremely rigid cock on her ass, diving in between her ass cheeks, to where his cock head began to rub itself on the base of her slit, her wetness already coating the head of his cock. Furthermore, she had the sudden desire to slam herself against him, in which would push his cock roughly inside her cunt, the tightness of her walls engulfing his entire shaft, to where she would rub her ass cheeks all over his balls, massaging them as she rocked her hips back and forth, following her older brothers movements with his own hips. But something inside of her told her not yet, they were still fooling around, they were investigating each other's bodies, it was not yet time for rough fucking, but she knew that when the time did come, it would be fucking mind-blowing. She nodded to her brother when he mentioned to her that she had to ask permission for her to cum, in his room, in his house. She didn't complain, her body shaking from the pleasure his finger fucking brought to her. "Taste me Steve, eat me and gobble me up". Laura purred, her hands leaving her sides and going around her, where she fingertips brushed against the soft skin of his balls, her pussy just so close to the head of his cock, continuing to coat it with her juices. Laura continued to feel him play her body for about another 1/2 minute, his hips squirming so she could feel more pressure on her snatch. He continued to feel out her breasts, pushing them together so he could grab both nipples and pull and push them in different angles with one hand. While sticking two fingers into her wet cunt, and playing with her clit with his palm. "The smell your body is emitting is just so... intoxicating" Steve whispered into his sister's ear. "I bet all the guys just die to smell the wet fragrance of your cunt. You use it to lure the guys in and then deny them access to your pussy, just so they would force themselves on you and fuck you like a crazy bull." he continued to whisper the scenario. Steve pushed Laura off his body roughly, having her fall with her ass up in the air. He stuck two fingers into her snatch and pushed her from behind towards his bed. Using her cunt like an inverse rudder on a boat. Stopping her when she was laying on the bed with her knees on the ground, ass in the air. Leaving her for a split second Steve went to his desk and picked something out. Just as Laura was about to look Steve ordered "Look forward." walking back, he held whatever he got and Laura felt some wooden long tool against her clit, pushing on her thighs for her to spread them, then going up and teasing her clit with it. Slapping her cunt with the ruler, he moved up to her ass. Slapping her ass, 3 times he commanded, "Say you're a slut, and will do it anytime anywhere." If she stammered or said a word out of place she got two slaps.

summer sun [Necairus only]|rating:1.0

Fall of the West (LOTR)_ Arnor and The three Lost Kingdoms

(was founded in Second Age 3320 by Lentil, the sister kingdom to the southern realm of Condor founded by his sons (Silver and Nation). In Third Age 861 High King Earned died, and his three squabbling sons divided the realm into the three kingdoms of Athenian, Carolyn and Radar. (tall and evil shape, mounted upon a black horse… The rider was robed all in black, and black was his lofty helm; yet this was no Ring wraith but a living man ... his name is remembered in no tale, for he himself had forgotten it.(Harriman Butter bur, Nob, Bob, Squint and Fault, Dale-folk Merchant. Affiliation: Free-landersTime: TA 3014, winter Location: Bree, the Prancing Pony Tagging: Any Fifty years ago, outside the city of Lumbar, in South Condor, the white pillar was destroyed. This monument built by the Kings of Condor, celebrated the arrival of the King of Number, during the second Age of Middle Earth to capture the dark Lord, Sauron. At this period of time, the island of Number was at its height. The tall pillar, made of white marble was surmounted by a crystal globe, able to capture the rays of the sun and the moon, and could be seen from the coasts of Condor to the north. Now the power of the High Men is fading away, like the power of the Elves. Rumors are flying from the South and from the East, like gusts of wind, lingering over the shape of everything-that-lives. Beasts, Men, Elves and the Trees. The Man who brought down the White Pillar is back. Indeed, this act of destruction resulted from the words of a Man, who managed to unite legions of Corsairs, Harari and even Easter lings. His return was marked by red painting and words of Black Speech on the ruins of the White Pillow.--------------------"Now, he travels North." Harriman said with a trembling voice." I have my contacts in the South" the owner of the Prancing Pony said, "and many travelers are fleeing the East to reach the Coast to the West. Several men confirmed this..." Barliman's voice became suddenly hoarse, it felt as if it was this man's way to reveal the information he gathered for the past weeks. A warning to the people taking a night's rest in his renowned-inn." His face is hidden by a black helm, and volutes of darkness surround his frame. He is accompanied by legions of Men from the East and the South. He is a ... Duncan... Like all of them, he’s dangerous, he’s an ally of the night and of the thieves." Barliman suddenly slammed the palm of his hands on the wooden table of the customers he was talking with, and then slowly, he approached his face from the sitting travelers." If he shows you his face, behind his dark Helm, a forgotten terror will sink in your soul, and will force you to become one of his followers. He is not alone. He travels with another one like him. Hiding within the …"" Oh! Shut up with this story. It’s been days you’re mentioning this. The Terror and the Black Speech. It’s nonsense. I traveled from the ruins of Dale to the South, to Condor. Now, I am here in Bree and for the last two days I only hear your tale... well I tell you, Free-falls, there is no army traveling North." Farulf said. The latter was without a doubt originating from another region of Middle-Earth. From his words, and to someone who has been traveling around the Lone Mountain, the Iron Hills or more globally Rotation, Fault looked like a Dale-folk, a merchant. He was visibly both tired, and his attention was diminished by the beer." And where this Terror and his soldiers are going anyway? North? North is a vast land…"he added, leveling his empty glass upwards, as a sign he wanted something more to drink. Squint emptied his pint, and moved the back of his hand around his mouth. The conversation was way too much audible, and the price he was paid to stop these rumors from traveling in the lost Kingdoms, led his actions. The price was high, but it was also easy to know whether Squint was doing his job or not. Squint stood up and approached from Fault. His eyes were scanning the people within the Inn, or the eventual newcomers. (Cat (#msg16121430) (Tirmaethril Antigen)Wearing: Her armor, the snarling cat-head pendant, a light sheen of travel-dirt, and a faint aroma of horse Condition: Tired, hungry, thirsty, and delighted to be in such a fabulous center of civilisationLocation: The taproom of the Prancing Pony Tagging: Everyone who might be interested! Though her height and pale skin might hint at Dunedin ancestry, her hazel eyes and flaming red hair more overtly proclaimed the North man elements of Tirmaethril's family tree. The by name - Cat - that she had given to Harriman Butter bur further suited that heritage, as might her elaborate braids, and her predominantly leather armor. Consequently, she was not unduly surprised that the publican might feel free to speak his mind regarding the 'High Men'... and frankly, her familial history meant that she was inclined to share some of his concerns. Still, part of her interest was in the nature of the tale itself: a new one to her, it held a certain amount of promise with regard to future retelling, even if it might benefit from some refinement." Oh, I am newly arrived in town." There was a distinct inward thrill at being able to declare herself freshly-arrived in a wholly-new land, which helped to foster a smile on her lips, as did that specific word. Town. Freeland was by a considerable margin the greatest center of civilization she had ever seen, and Bree itself the largest permanent settlement she had ever visited... not counting a number of long-derelict ruins, at least." I would not want to impose on anyone else who does not wish to hear it again, but for my own part I would welcome the chance to hear more. Though I do agree that North does sound rather... broad as a destination, the tale intrigues me." Admittedly, some might take the long sword with its well-worn grip, the fitted armor, and the facial scars as signs of someone inclined to enforce her will on others - but her tone was mild, and her expression both hopeful and amiable. (Bar (#msg16119828)Affiliation: N/Time: TA 3014, Winter Apparel: Woolen Tunic camp; Trousers, War-Hide Boots | Scent of Sweet grass camp; Clover Condition: Hungry camp; Curious Location: Bree | The Prancing Pony Tagging: GM | Cat | Open Ambiance: Mood Music (Reticent am fully aware that this post gives very little to reply to, but I can’t play a grumpy, reticent character and then immediately toss her into a social situation. I have a plan in case no one notices her, so there’s no pressure for anyone else to do anything if they’re not inclined! I’m honoring my character but recognize that it makes her difficult, so I figured I’d address the bear elephant in the room. 😅Ubara was not supposed to be this far from the wilds. Not in winter. She wassupposedto be hunkering down in the boughs of her treetop abode, snoring in the shape of a massive blonde bear while awaiting the spring’s thaw, and yetsomethingdrew her out of her second skin like poison from a wound; something ineffable that shefeltmore than she knew. It was possible that she was mistaken but if she wasn’t… I can sacrifice a single winter, she reasoned. If she slept while corruption spread then she could risk more than a few months of inconvenience. Somethingwas different; she could feel it like the prickle along the back of her neck whenever she sensed wars. Somethingwas making the beasts restless, but they had no information to offer and thus, Bar was forced to resort to herleastfavorite source: other people. The nearest town took a few weeks to travel to and for the first time, Bar herded her goats and sheep along with her instead of leaving them to their business in the mountains. Keeping to the forested hills, she traversed as a bear until it became a suspicious site and finished the rest of the trek in her first skin; that of a “human woman.” How long had it been since she shed her fur in favor of soft flesh? Years. At least. Of course, as soon as she arrived in the village of Bree – specifically chosen for its rumored diversity – it dawned on her that she was utterly without coin and would have to barter for food, soap, and lodging. Luckily, farm work was easy fare for her, and she found an aging farmer on the outskirts of town that her herds took an immediate shine to. That was enough for Bar to choose him, and she had to admit that she’d forgotten the comforts of hearth and home after so many years alone. Her pockets were mostly empty, but there were pennies enough for soup and bread, and she slept like a rock no matter the surface. Still, as much as she loathed mannish company, Bar knew that she could only learn so much from a grumpy and aging source and thus began spending her evenings in the local tavern, the Prancing Pony, where she bent her ear to all sorts of conversation. She’d been in Bree for four days now and had frequented the pub the last two and there, was privy to the same story on repeat from the same man. Still, like a scholar hungry for the next tome, Bar could not keep herself away and tuned in every night, wondering if someone else would corroborate his tales, or if they grew taller. Overall, in her human skin, Bar did not feel as if she stood out very much at all, especially with her heavy woolen tunic obscuring the considerable scarification underneath; leaving only the blackened patterns at the center of her brow visible. Otherwise, she was unlikely to garner more than a passing glance. Her eyes were deep-set amber and her nose was snobbish and upturned over a pillow pout. Her hair, flaxen as dewy wheat, was long and windblown from her braid that hung to her knees in a plait thrice as thick as most; bursting at the leather cord that secured it. There were no weapons visible nor any armor. By all appearances, Bar was a simple farmhand and goatherd. Already seated by the fire, the Learning palmed her bowl in one hand and slurped soup from the side of it. Her attention was wholly focused on the familiar gaggle of squawking men, though she appeared nonplussed and did not look to them lest they realize she was eavesdropping. She had no talent for socializing but wasquiteadept at avoiding it. Her ears pricked as she heard a new voice join the conversation, though she remained interested in her soup. In her periphery, she caught a flash of fiery hair and metal and committed those to memory along with this new voice. Perhaps if she continued to feign obliviousness, she would learn without ever having to engage... (Sushi (#msg16121422) (Hashish are Nikola)Wearing: An eastern dress called a Half in blue and blending into white colors, with wide sleeves and the sash wound tightly around her small waist (TA 3014, Winter Condition: Exhausted from a long trip, but glad to be inside and hopeful to sleep in a bed tonight Location: Bree | The Prancing Pony Tagging: Cat and everyone The trip had been long and arduous. Originally, Sushi had been sent to Pelagic in Southern Condor, but her contact there told her of this story of a Dunedin gathering an army to go and take the North - whatever "the North" meant these days. The rumors spoke of him gathering Harari and Easter lings to his banner, and since the Kandahar did not approve this and had no knowledge of this man's plans, they considered every Easter ling taking part in this to be a traitor to their cause. Her contact had been outraged, and if he was, then the Kandahar chiefs must have smoke coming out of their ears. So her task had changed. She had been sent north, to find out what this man was planning to do there. Her contact was very confused about this. Pelagic, Mines Irish or even Rohan seemed much more inviting targets for an army, and much closer. The north was basically empty as far as he knew. It made no sense. With the corsairs on his side, he could simply sail around these lands, but was his target London? It was doubtful, since that Elvish realm still held power that could foil his plans. He was likely to make landfall somewhere between London and the coast of Condor. Maybe he was looking for some sort of legend, maybe a magic item or some other power hidden from history? It was all very weird, and the Kandahar hated weird things. This had to be solved, so Sushi's mission had changed. She traveled through Condor and the gap of Rohan without any issues. After that, things got more difficult. A band of Dun lendings tried to rob her once, but instead of a helpless woman they had to find out that she had teeth - or rather, fists and feet, which left them out cold by the road after a quick skirmish. From them on Sushi was more careful, and only slept when she found a good hiding place off the road. It got colder the further north she came, and she saw her first snow shortly before she reached the ruins of Thar bad. There at least was some civilisation, and it would be the last time she slept in an inn before reaching Bree. There she also learned about Bree, the town in the center of the North. Could that be the target of that army? She had to find out. When she finally reached Bree, it was a disappointment. Instead of the great walled city, she found basically a village with a hedge around it. It did not seem like anything worth taking for someone who went through the labor of gathering an army and leading them north. The riddle still remained unsolved. But now she was here, and they hopefully had at least some comfort to offer. So she left the Greenway and headed into Bree, finding the Prancing Pony. She handed her horse over to a stable hand and made it clear to him that her animal was to receive the best treatment before she entered the common room. There was a stash of winter coats, and she removed her own and put it with the others - at least that's how it looked. In fact her coat simply vanished from her hand, combining with her Half by her magic. At the same time her magic made sure that all the dirt from the road disappeared from her clothes and body. Stepping fully into the common room, she looked around and saw a free spot at the bar. She also heard the barkeep talk of exactly why she was here, which was quite the coincidence. She moved to the bar, where she arrived right next to a redheaded woman who was quite a bit taller than her and armed with a sword while wearing armor. Sushi waited politely until the barkeep turned his attention her way before she spoke." Good evening, dear sir," she said, "I'm in need of a room if you have one. And I would appreciate a glass of wine and your recommendation for the kitchen's best. I have traveled up the Greenway and have not had a bed or good food in a while." While she waited, Sushi let her eyes drift through the room. The redhead next to her was interesting, and if she made eye-contact, Sushi would bow politely and introduce herself. She also saw a couple of Hobbits drinking and going through food like there was no tomorrow at one smaller table, and it made her smile. ((#msg16119811) (Malathion of Lothlórien)Wearing:as pictured Condition:Needing to stretch his legs from a ride, hungry now that he’s scented food Location:The taproom of the Prancing Pony Tagging:Everyone who might be interested! Galadhrion had left the forests of Lothlórien a few years ago to travel and take in the state of things. Although it was a blink of an eye as the elves measured time, he missed the golden woods populated with Mallory trees. The scents from other cities were harsh by comparison. It usually took a few hours to get used to the particular smells and rhythms of a new place. Sleep, real sleep took much longer. Swinging a long leg over the head of his mount, Taylor (he slid from the saddle and softly landed upon the ground. The scents of food filled his nose, and his stomach awoke with a grumble reminding him of how long it had been since they ran out of lemmas. He hoped the ingredients were fresh, he had been to enough inns where that wasn't the case. He had travelled from the southern city of Goliath, a curious and bewildering city of men. It was teaming with people who would give his friend Virion some odd looks. Taylor was admired, Virion was something to be wary of—it was strange to him. They had no idea how angry his steed could get or what it could do when angry, but they were afraid of his wolf. He didn’t bother tying Taylor to the post by the trough of water, his mount wouldn’t wander and anyone doing much more than admiring him would get more trouble for their efforts then they could manage. The trough’s water was acceptable, so Malathion entered the Prancing Pony. It was one of his rules, if the water for Taylor was stale he would move on until he found better. He had to make a number of rules for traveling outside even lands. The many races that lived side by side were rather different, and he saw himself as a representative of Lothlórien, he would be ashamed if anyone approached the Lady of Light or the Lord of the Golden Wood with any disparaging remarks about his character.(slipped off his traveling cloak and shook it for dust then ran his hands through his golden hair. Many of his race were accused of vanity instead of what it really was, manners. Making sure you were clean and presentable was showing respect for your host and those around you, that is what his mother had taught him. He rinsed his hands and made sure there was no mud that clung to his chest from the ride. He is a Older by heritage and features, but his fair hair had many thinking he was Mandarin. Furthermore, he entered the inn as the challenge was asked "And where this Terror and his soldiers are going anyway? North? North is a vast land…" Of course, that piqued his interest. His wolf followed him in, Virion was hungry too and from experience, hunting in the city was bound to cause problems. Who has pet rabbits anyway? Malathion spent a few days finding a 'proper' fluffy white bunny, because the tawny hare wouldn't do. Virion was fine with it, he liked eating hares just fine. In the end he had made some mannish friends and the formerly distraught children tried to feed and hug his wolf. The flame-haired woman wanted to know about the dangers to the north, and he found himself in agreement with her. He approached her table with an animal ease.“Good afternoon, I am Malathion, most call me Gala, it’s less of a mouthful.” he introduced himself with an inclination of his head. He had grown up around Galleries and Newborn, the observation of proper court manners were a bit much for the day-to-day citizen outside even lands so he held back on many of the more flowery ways of expression. "May we sit with you?” Malathion asked Cat. “I would like to hear news about the north as well. This is my friend Virion,” He glanced around to see if there were any indications of what was on the menu for tonight. Virion would look up at the human lady wondering if there was going to be screaming and panic. ((#msg16119821) (Marion of DOL Smooth)Wearing:as pictured, dressed in black and gray leathers Condition:Needing to stretch his legs from a ride, hungry now that he’s scented food Location:The taproom of the Prancing Pony Tagging:Everyone who might be interested! Arion had spent the last fourteen months at sea traveling northwest up the coast from DOL Smooth up to Method. Everyone called the port city the Grey Havens, but that just didn’t resonate in his mind. Captain Arya kept a tight schedule and was seeking to make his fortunes before any gray entered his hair, so shore leave was sparse. Many described their first love with the rosy filter of youth, their partners forever upon some pedestal after the years had gone by with the reasons they had split up long forgotten. For Marion, it was the sea and sailing upon it. The sea of Beleaguer had always represented adventure and what was left to discover in the world. As much as he loved sailing, he was a Black Swan for Prince Ibrahim. He covertly gathered intelligence for home and prince to keep his loved ones safe. He could have had a life of leisure, Princess Irvine had taken him in and raised him as her own when his mother passed, but the sense of duty inside him was too powerful to live some life of privilege as a gentleman of DOL Smooth. Furthermore, he made up his mind to collect his pay and leave the employ of Captain Arya when they docked in Method. Furthermore, he would miss the Sea Sprite, but the crew were dull, and he had heard all their stories and jokes far too many times now. That and few of them bathed often enough for Marion. A little cleanliness went a long way wasn’t just a saying—it helped everyone around you. He used some of his earnings to get himself a decent horse. The Pindar who sold it to him insisted that he properly name the horse and make friends with her before she let him walk off with the animal. Frankly after making friends with the ebony mare, sitting down and working out a fitting name wasn’t how he thought he would spend half the afternoon. Apparently you can’t call a black horse Rosie—according to Lassie, it confuses them and makes them think you are color blind. She didn’t like Morten or Elanor either. He floated Sarah, Santa and Raven by her but they ‘didn’t feel right’ either. Finally, he settled on Freya. (The horse looked over and that seemed to be what it took to impress the horse merchant. He got a decent saddle and some supplies before leaving Method. Marion did spend some time talking to Lassie about the local goings-on. As most elves she was stunning to behold, and he had been surrounded by men for far too long. Some of the names he chose were just to make her laugh, it had been a while since he was around the fairer sex. It was good to know he could still make them laugh. Arion had taken his time riding through the plains till he got to the Shire. He needed to get his land legs back under him; also horses hurt your ass. There. He said it and Freya heard it. If they were going to be living together like this it was best not to have secrets. Her snort told him what she thought of his sentiments. The hobbits were a curious race. He had never encountered one. They were wary of the Longshank stranger at first but a little friendliness and some cheer…beer helped here, and they were downright hospitable and free in sharing any of the news they had come across. They kept trying to push their tobacco on him, but he just didn’t like the smell of it and then there was all that coughing when he tried to smoke it. He spent a week in the Shire before heading off to Bree. A small to medium-sized town, also rather friendly from the looks of it. Larger cities tended to have a number of snobs. Smaller places tended to be friendly…after a little bit of apprehension and getting to know you. Marion had always found it easy to make new friends and acquaintances. The first place he saw was an establishment called the Prancing Pony. Sounded fun so he parked Freya by the large white stallion untethered and drinking. After calling her uncomfortable, he felt it was best to tie her up. “I’ll get you some oats.” he promised her. The stallion looked at him somewhat expectantly. “Alright, I’ll get you some too, as long as you're nice to Freya.” Walking into the establishment he surveyed the place. It felt warm and welcoming. Mostly. There was some sourpuss that didn’t want to hear the same story again. “I’d like to hear it.” Marion said to the storyteller. He walked to the bar and made sure that the two horses outside got some quality oats. As for food and drink, he always went for the local specialties. There was no point in travelling around the world and only eating the foods of your homeland in the way your homeland prepared them…just stay home. He started looking around for a table to join. He saw a place in the back and shook his head. Who wanted to sit by themselves all dark and broody swallowed up by the shadows? He wasn't on a spy mission. (Name:OLED Marion (#msg16123242)Wearing:Traveling Clothes (hungry camp; curious Location:Taproom of the Prancing Pony Tagging:OpenID hadn't been long at all since OLED had left Riven dell (only a few days in fact), and while he had started out his journey thoroughly energetic and excited, little of that remained now. Despite his age, this had been the first time OLED had set out to travel in solitude, having generally preferred the company and safety a group afforded. Alas, OLED had been unable to find another who wanted to leave the Last Homely House in favor of living amongst and learning about other cultures, and so he set out alone. It wasn't too bad in the beginning, though he was quickly becoming disillusioned with it. On a map, it hadn't looked like such a long walk, though of course reality was different. It had been several days since he had been able to talk with another, and OLED was growing lonely. Along with that, setting up camp and carrying the load (light as he liked to travel) was much faster and easier with companions. That and others were likely to prepare a better meal than OLED could for himself. Naturally, the sight of Bree came as a great relief to him. At last, socialization! And not only that but shelter, and a bed, and a warm meal! Along with all of this, Bree was something entirely new to OLED, its inhabitants of a culture utterly alien from his own. The prospect filled him with excitement as much as nerves. There was so much to learn! Oleryd made his way to the inn, a joyful pep in his step. Upon entering, he took mental note of the collection of winter cloaks and other outerwear hung on the wall. Removing his own cloak he held it for a moment before deciding he may as well place it with the others, it just made sense to do so. As he entered the taproom where the inn's patrons and the owner seemed to be, OLED managed to catch the tail end of the conversation. The prospect of something new to learn had him excitedly reaching for his notebook and quill, before his thought caught up to his hands and he paused. No, he couldn't just take notes on a tale without asking, even if it was a public one. Such behavior would be awfully rude." Yes, please do tell. I'd like to know as well,"OLED spoke up, drawing his hands away from the bag where his books and pens rested." If you don't mind, that is." (Dagmar (#msg16125920) Wearing: Fine Mondrian clothing over the mail of his armor and a cloak with a silver clasp. (TA 3014, Winter Condition: Tired and missing civilisationLocation: The Racing Pony of Free-townTagging: People within the Pony While to many Bree might have been the very heart and soul of civilization in Ecuador, to Dagmar it was little more than a village surrounded by a hedge of all things for a wall. All his way here he had heard talk of it being the place to trade, rest and talk and feel merriment or perhaps get an opportunity for greatness. Fedoras was infinitely more impressive than this paltry gathering of men and halflings, said halflings being by far the most interesting thing about the place. Oh, no doubt there was something worthwhile here to explore or to read, as far as Dagmar could tell at that moment the only thing that mattered was that some perfidious Black Numenorean was gathering southerns and easterlies for some nefarious purpose. Said purpose explained why a man of the Citadel was so far from the beloved White City he called home. The Prancing Pony at least was a welcome sight. A well managed public house, Dagmar had not seen the like in weeks, not since he left Norman in fact for the men of the Ridderkerk preferred their mead halls and the less said of the men of Dun land and Minhirieth the better. Leaving his horse with the halfling stable hand, Dagmar entered, ignoring any all who looked his way while he looked for the inn keep, or whoever else might serve him. He stood out, even amongst some other choice company, for he still wore the finery of Condor and was tall in the fashion of his people." Might someone point out the famous Butter bur?" He asked after a while of getting no luck, though he would be willing to put more than a few coins of silver on the large man busying himself with others being his quarry. (Squint and the Forgotten one. Affiliation: Freelander and Sauron Time: TA 3014, winter Location: Near Bragging: N/A--- The night before, East of Bree ---Under the moonlight, traveling amidst rocks and trees barely covered by the white mantle of winter, the dark horse was bleeding. From around its mouth, an iron chain was hanging, connecting the mount to a pair of iron gloves. The strength applied to direct the horse, to force the animal to halt, was creating wounds which had barely time to close. Drops of blood were leaving the animal's mouth and were running along the metallic chain, falling to the ground. Hence, the thin layer of snow covering the earth was turning to crimson. The sides of the horse's neck were abased, burned by the action of the chain rubbing against the animal's flesh. Yet the dark horse was calm, totally submitted to the Will of its master. The tall figure was wearing a black and gray armor, hidden beneath a robe. His dark helm was giving the impression that his head was deformed, elongated and that from his skull, spikes protruded. His eyes were hidden behind his helm, and an emaciated arm moved to the side and upward, ordering the troop following him to halt. From afar, a silhouette in a mantle of fur, emerged from the shadows and quickly approached the troop. The hood covering his face was removed as the man bent his head down, unable to sustain the presence of the Duncan whose name was forgotten. Squint spoke to the man on the dark horse, his eyes fixated on the red-tainted snow at his feet." Time is running out for me... Can't you see what you are doing to me? Can't you see what you have done? As I try to pass another long and sleepless night hundred crazy voices call my name... As I try to pass them BYI can almost believe that she is here..." The Helm moved down to look at Squint. Then, as if he had turned into a reptile, the Forgotten one's frame, moved down, so that his mouth leveled with Squint's head." Don't you see you shall never be together again?"the Forgotten said, his mouth contorted in a terrible smile." Do not ever address me with such words you pathetic living flesh. You're going to play your role, and guide us, and in return you'll keep your life. Eventually you'll save hers, but, it is too late for you both to be reunited. She's been sent far from here, to the East."" She's a child !" Squint said." She's meat."the dark figure replied." Let's move, you'll point out friends and allies of the Eye. Let's claim my Land, my soldiers and my stone."-----(Harriman Butter bur, Nob, Bob, Squint and Fault, Dale-folk Merchant. Affiliation: Free-landersTime: TA 3014, winter Location: Bree, the Prancing Pony Tagging: Cat, Bar, Sushi, Gala, Marion, OLED, DagrahirSquint's gestures, as he moved from his table, with an empty pint in hand, came to a halt when he realized that it was too late to act. That damned Harriman, and that Dale-folk had said enough to attract the attention of the people within the Prancing Money. Worse, there were strangers, entering the inn who were asking to know more about that "Duncan" who had brought down the marks of Sauron's defeat, and was traveling North. If Gala's entrance, accompanied by a large dog -a wolf !- made Squint startle, he almost fell back on his seat when someone immediately recognizable as a man of Condor penetrated the Inn and asked for Harriman." No, no-no-no-no-no..." he muttered. Squint started sweating and panic transpired also from his being. Despite his own experience as a thief, mercenary or whatever one could define him with, his sudden change of attitude could be noticed by anyone observing the tables or customers of the inn. Lirion, or even Bar, should they concentrate slightly, could suddenly smell animal blood emanating from Squint's table. The latter sat back at his table, and tried to calm down.-"I would not want to impose on anyone else who does not wish to hear it again, but for my own part I would welcome the chance to hear more. Though I do agree that North does sound rather... broad as a destination, the tale intrigues me."- had said a red-headed woman on Squint's far left.-“I would like to hear news about the north as well. This is my friend Virion”--“I’d like to hear it.”--"Yes, please do tell. I'd like to know as well,"... "If you don't mind, that is."-Harriman was about to reply to all his customers when he was asked by two newcomers for help. The innkeeper smiled at the petite woman who spoke first :-"Good evening, dear sir"... "I'm in need of a room if you have one. And I would appreciate a glass of wine and your recommendation for the kitchen's best. I have traveled up the Greenway and have not had a bed or good food in a while."-"Well, well, well. I'll have Nob serve you with a wine, although, and I'll apologize for that, we're more specialist of Ale and a good pint. But..."he murmured"I'm sure I can find something special for you." He continued, with a louder voice :"As for the good food, you've come to the right place. We have hot soups, cold meats, blackberry tarts, new loaves, slabs of butter, or half a ripe cheese...and we have a few rooms ready, M'am." Barliman will wait for Sushi to reply, and serve her with her choice. Strangely enough, he had not spoken to her about money regarding her requests.-"Might someone point out the famous Butter bur?"- Dagmar asked. Nob instantly replied :"That's him Good Lord. Owner of the Prancing Pony and Storyteller when he's got a few pints into him." Nob moved at Squint's table, holding a plate with several pints filled with Ale. Barliman looked at Dagmar with a smile." Come, come friend of the South. This story will also be of interest to you. As we all know, except our Dale-Folk here, a shadow moves North. A man wearing a helm and a dark clock. While the three remaining Kingdom of these lands are in ruin, that Duncan will claim thrones. For sure, he's going to Forest. Rumors are saying this city is not abandoned anymore. Survivors from the wars against Ang mar are trying to live there. To find shelter." Barliman shook his head." Yet, this city is a fruit ready to fall." (Cat (#msg16121430) (Tirmaethril Antigen)Wearing: Her armor, the snarling cat-head pendant, a light sheen of travel-dirt, and a faint aroma of horse Condition: Tired, hungry, thirsty, and delighted to be in such a fabulous center of civilisationLocation: The taproom of the Prancing Pony Tagging: Everyone who might be interested! There is a lot of wide-eyed staring going on. It took all of Cat's training in etiquette (rustic and eccentric though that was) and her experience of dealing with wildly-different cultures to restrain the urge to go far beyond mere staring. The array of people within the Prancing Pony was fascinating even when she first entered the room, from the Kodak halflings she had seen while passing through Freeland to the immense blonde North woman who looked to be as much of an outlander as Cat herself. But then others began arriving, including a stunning and exotically-clad woman who chose to sit right by her. The newcomer looked to be kin to those Rhudaurians who claimed descent from 'Easter ling' mercenaries, though her heritage seemed to be markedly less diluted than that of anyone Cat her previously met. Caught mid-examination of the beauty and her never-before-seen style of dress, the knight of the fallen kingdom apologetically ducked her head... only to lift her gaze and return the smile she was offered, looking distinctly relieved that she had not caused offense." Cat," she said, before touching a hand to her chest, just below the cat-head pendant. "My by name, that is. It's a pleasure to meet you. It seems that I came to Bree on an auspicious day." She spoke Weston smoothly, though with a sensitive ear even a just-arrived foreigner might detect that her accent was not the same as that of the locals. Then she found herself blinking in astonishment past Sushi. A pale fiend. That's what her second husband's people called them, after long millennia of often-bitter acquaintance with the elves of Riven dell. Inhuman FAE of moonlight and shadow, uncaring of the woes of those who lived and breathed by daylight. Of course, her Édaín ancestors had told rather different tales - and indeed, as a descendant of Dunedin nobility, she was sure that she had faint traces of even blood in her own veins, while there were sound reasons for the High Men of the North to have taught long generations of their children the Mandarin tongue - but she had never actually laid eyes on one of the First People in person. Orcs and trolls and fell creatures of the wild, even the Great Grey Cat that had marked her, were all far more real and tangible parts of her world. But now, beyond the stunning Easter ling, there was one of the people of legend... and he was startlingly half-clad, and talking to her to boot. She blinked at him, then at the white wolf he introduced as his friend, before darting a look to Sushi as if to check that she, too, was really witnessing this. Then her ingrained manners took over, and she formally inclined her head." Of course. Please, feel free." Perhaps fortunately, she was too stunned to even think to try her Mandarin on him. Arion's arrival passed almost unnoticed - a dark-haired man in travelling attire seeming wholly-mundane in comparison - only for another pale fiend to appear. This second one was at least somewhat more conventionally attired, and lacked the startling golden hair of the first... but he was indubitably a member of evening, too. And behind him came someone clad in the sort of finery Cat had only seen as long-preserved heirlooms reserved for what fragments remained of long-gone Radar's high nobility. When Harriman addressed her question, it took her some few moments to rein in her wildly-racing thoughts... though once she registered his words, her eyes widened again." People have moved back into Nor bury of the Kings?", she asked, opting to use its Weston name, not least to double-check that they were indeed thinking of the same place. "That sounds... bold indeed. And I can imagine that it would arouse interest from far and wide. But there is also a claimant to the throne of Armor itself, now? This man clad in black cloak and helm? Does he have supporters, or is he standing alone?" (Bar (#msg16119828)Affiliation: N/Time: TA 3014, Winter Apparel: Woolen Tunic camp; Trousers, War-Hide Boots | Scent of Sweet grass camp; Clover Condition: !🐺! Location: By the Fire Tagging: Gala camp; Virion Specifically | Everybody (most are mentioned)! Ambiance: Mood Music (Approval consulted with Bowen and mainsnoires to ensure consent and fairness. The fire flicked shadows around half of Bar’s face as she sat sideways to it and supped while the door opened, ushering in a blast of winter air that tickled the flyaway along her hairline but did not make her shiver. At first, she paid no mind to whoever had entered and chewed a mouthful of turnip and carrot, wiping her chin from a wayward droplet of broth with the back of her hand; but as a vibrant shade of blue came into her periphery, the firelight reflected in her eyes as she glanced up from her bowl to stare with a deadpan expression that belied her curiosity. Unencumbered with the benefits of a comprehensive education or an understanding of etiquette and social norms, Bar made no effort to hide her study of the black-haired woman at the bar. The stranger’s back was to her, but she could still picture that striking face – had she ever seen anyone so fair, or foreign, orcleanbefore? And what were those clothes? The cut was unlike anything she had ever seen, but it was the color that struck her the most, and not the blue that caught her eye, but the white. Travelers smelled like horse and came in muddy and sweat-stained but this woman appeared almost ethereally polished. The door opened again and had the wind not carried the unmistakable musk of wolf, Bar would have continued staring; however, the scent caught her attention instantly, and she looked towards the door as a white wolf padded into the tavern behind an elf. Ordinarily, the elf would have garnered more attention since Bar had never met an elf before, but a wolf in the city was a threat liable to be met with bloodshed and her protective instincts flared. What are you doing here?she asked herself and as if hearing her – which of course, he could not since Bar was not using any spells – the wolf looked back with perked ears. Concentrating on that primal, internal, open space inside of her, the disguised Learning eyed the elf, who appeared civil, and then the wolf again, reaching for the beast’s feelings to judge what his relationship with the elf was. Was this a pet? A captive? A soon-to-be meal? Was he lost? Was he under the elf’s control? The wolf padded closer to the fire where she sat; tail motionless and maw open to pant through as he regarded her with fierce yellow eyes. A drunk patron with a gaunt, red-faced screamed, pointing to the wild animal and staggering backward only to trip over one of Bar’s war-hide boots. With an unceremonious holler, he fell onto his ass, where the airborne contents of his mug landed on top of him. Ubara remained unfazed, gazing intently into the wolf’s eyes as he approached, and for the first time since she’d arrived at Bree, she smiled. She could sense happiness and oddly, respectfor this creature’s even companion. It was impossible to parse more without tapping into her abilities, but she learned enough to realize that she was, potentially, in the right place at the right time. I was right to come here, she realized as the intrigue continued. A mysterious maiden, an elf, and a wolf had all arrived within moments of each other, which was odd to say the least. She pinched a bite of beef from her bowl and without a trace of fear, tossed it to the wolf. She had eaten around the meat, not because she didn’t consume it but because she didn’t want it, and now she knew why. It was for him. Tossing another after the first one quickly disappeared, she licked her fingers and then dared to reach out and ruffle the snowy fury between the wolf’s plush ears, smiling softly at the beautiful animal with something akin to a mother’s love in her eyes. Another man entered the inn, looking dapper but with a simple and jovial air about him, and thenanotherelf! This one bubbling with as much joy as a springtime brook despite the bitter cold he’d just come in from, and with little knowledge of elves at her disposal, she checked the door to see if a wolf would follow him too. Alas. However, when the door openedagainand Bar caught the sharp scent of steel, her lip curled as if there was something amiss with the soup she’d been eating. Eyeing a tall man with curls and a pompous expression she wanted to bear-slap from his skull, it was safe to say that Bar disliked him instantly and made no effort to disguise as much from her face when he addressed the innkeeper as if he were an authority figure. Men, she thought grumpily. If she were more expressive, she would have rolled her eyes. Amidst concentrating on the wolf, whose name she did not yet know but would soon learn, the bear-lady caught a whiff of animal blood and looked up with sudden attention, her eyes zeroing in on a seemingly anxious man with dingy clothes and a weathered face. It was coming from his direction, but she could not tell that he was the culprit. He had not noticed her, for there was nothing odd about a woman eating soup and looking around, but as she inhaled fully and confirmed her suspicions, her vigilance urged her to finally act. She knew she needed to get involved but how? Conversations were not her forte and she had few insights to offer politically or historically, but she could tell that this, whatever this was, was exactly the sort of event she’d been waiting for. Now that it was here, the only thing left to do was seize it. Standing from her chair, she revealed herself to be much taller than the average human woman, and as-tall-as or slightly-taller-than most men. Her woolen tunic hid her statuesque physique, but her shoulders were wide, and her stature was imposing; dripping with the casual confidence of an apex predator at rest. She breezed through the crowd, bumping drunkards and sots with her shoulders like water off the prow of a ship until she cast a long shadow over the table where the odd party was gathering itself. Her amber eyes settled on the wolf’s elf and when there was lull enough in conversation to interject (which might have taken a few moments and made an awkward first impression since she stood in stony silence until then), she said,“You have a fine choice in companion” with a sultry alto as smooth as honey. She dropped another bite from her bowl to the wild canine.“How did it come to pass?” Her eyes shifted to the others – the redheaded woman with the sweet voice, the mysterious traveler with white garments, the elf with his quill – and then finally, lastly, landed on Squint. She inhaled slowly, trying to parse the scent of blood. Could be a butcher and nothing more, she reasoned. Still, her visage did not reflect any reservations she was creating for him and held his gaze in an unblinking appraisal before severing it to look again at the curious elf. (Name:OLED Marion (#msg16123242)Wearing:Traveling Clothes (hungry camp; curious Location:Taproom of the Prancing Pony Tagging:Opens the Harriman replied to the other patrons of the inn, OLED allowed himself a moment to take in his surroundings. It was certainly different from the elvish places he was used to, though it was nice in its own right. It seemed quite popular for the small location if the number of patrons it currently had was any indication. There seemed to be a wide assortment of people at the Prancing Pony tonight, though the sight of a familiar face caught his attention. The presence of another elf, let alone one he knew was certainly a surprise." Galadhrion? It's been an age! I certainly hadn't expected to find you here,"OLED called out, a smile on his face as he made his way toward the other. Catching sight of the wolf next to Malathion, he raised an eyebrow, though more out of curiosity than anything else." Your companion is new. Is he particularly friendly?" Then, as if noticing the others present for the first time (which was quite possible with how scatterbrained the elf appeared to be), OLED turned to the women next to Malathion." I'm terribly sorry, I seem to have forgotten my manners. My name is OLED,"as he said this he placed a hand to his chest and bowed his head in greeting." Might I join you? I also find myself interested in tales of the North." As his gaze shifts to the Easter ling woman, and he takes in her foreign style of dress, OLED looks as though he wishes to say more. In truth, dozens of questions he has for the woman flit across his mind. Where was she from? What was the style of her dress called? Did it have special meaning in her culture? But he held his tongue, at least for now. It was rude to interrogate another like that, especially when one didn't know them." Thank you for indulging our curiosities, good sir,"He replied as Butter bur's focus returned to his tale. OLED brightens as the redheaded woman asks her questions, glad to see another curious as him. After a moment's consideration, he pulls one of his books and a pen from the bag at his side before inquiring about the group." Would it be alright with those present if I were to write down the tale? Simply for my own enjoyment of the course. I find subjects such as these quite interesting, and often important in some way or another." ((#msg16119811) (Malathion of Lothlórien)Wearing:as pictured Condition:Needing to stretch his legs from a ride, hungry now that he’s scented food Location:The taproom of the Prancing Pony Tagging:EveryoneGaladhrion took a closer look around the establishment as his eyes adjusted to being indoors. In his experience elves were more myth than fact to some and usually what people didn’t understand made them either uneasy or panicked if they were somewhat skittish to begin with. Virion was large for a timber wolf, he had found him as a pup and fed him well—the wolf looked at the people who stared at him and remembered to loll his tongue. For the life of him if they could see the tongue it was less threatening or ‘cuter’ and therefore easier to accept his presence. It was impossible to miss the entrance of another elf—sylvan by his looks. And by sheer coincidence, someone he knew. OLED was his name. Yes. His memory served him well. Then another dark haired man came in. From his accent, a man of Condor. Malathion had been in Goliath only last year and remembered their speech well." No, no-no-no-no-no..." Malathion’s attention was drawn back to the fellow who didn’t want to hear about the news. The reaction it seemed was based on Virion’s presence. “Easy, he’s my friend and will not attack unless provoked.” Virion was not trained or his pet. They had a strong bond based on love and depending on each other. When he heard what was available to eat Malathion nodded. “Yes I’ll take all of that with some ale and some extra meat for my friend.” Game was always scarce near settlements. When he addressed the fiery haired woman it seemed he had startled her. Malathion gave her a moment to gather herself. He was a large Older and sometimes people needed a few seconds to adjust to what they were seeing. "Of course. Please, feel free." He inclined his head to Cat. “Why thank you, Cat.” he said addressing her in the way she preferred. He was about to sit at the table with her when Virion went padding over softly to the Learning woman near the fire. He had always encouraged Virion’s curiosity, just tempered some of the excitement that we with it. The blonde woman with the tattoos didn’t seem afraid. Good. New friends were always welcome. Malathion chuckled at the antics of the easily excitable man who went for that ungraceful tumble. Lirion got some meat and snatched it out of the air as it was tossed to him. There was cause for the saying of ‘wolfing your food’ down and Virion followed suit. He kept telling his friend to maybe chew and enjoy the meal, but he was making a friend right now, so Malathion didn’t want to interrupt or interfere with that. He watched and smiled as she offered her affections to Virion. Wolves are pack animals; touch is important to them, and they get a lot of mixed signals when they are trying to accept you, and you don’t try back. He was happy with this Learning woman for the simple compassion she displayed. He sat at the table and waited for the food he wanted listening to the other conversations that were going on around him. "Malathion? It's been an age! I certainly hadn't expected to find you here," He can only nod to that. “It has been an age since we last spoke in golden Lothlórien. How are you OLED? We both seem to have chosen to explore the world a little.” "Your companion is new. Is he particularly friendly?" Smiling as he looks at Virion Gala nods easily. “Yes, Virion is rather friendly—especially if you offer him rabbit or steak.” he jokes and gestures for him to sit at the table.” Would it be alright with those present if I were to write down the tale? Simply for my own enjoyment of the course. I find subjects such as these quite interesting, and often important in some way or another." Gala shrugs. “Why would I mind? By all means, go ahead and record the tale.” Elves always loved stories that were shared. The Learning woman was tall and fine, out of courtesy he stood when she approached with Virion. “You have a fine choice in companion” her voice was curiously smooth and sweet. It was pleasing to listen to. “Virion is my closest friend.” he agreed. His steed Taylor would agree too, but he was a bit of a stubborn jerk on the best of days. “How did it come to pass?” He gestured to the seat beside him. “Please sit. I’m Malathion, most people just call me Gala.” he offered in his deep voice. “I was out hunting with some friends, and we were surprised by a large group of orcs traveling near the border of our lands.” he begins. “There were twenty of us and …many of them. I just remember the battle being fast and furious. A crossbow bolt hit near my temple and the world went black.” He reaches down and his hand thuds against the side of Virion’s ribs. “I remember darkness and then choking and then…being licked awake He was a pup and the surrounding forest was on fire. I think they used some kind of grease. They must have spread it everywhere to cover their escape. Virion was hurt and far too young to not be with his pack. I realized he must have been separated by the fire. I doused him with water and wrapped him in my cloak. The elves I was with were either gone or dead, so I got us to safety.”“I could hear patrols coming to deal with the fire. I found one and made sure he was healed. I looked for his pack, but they were dead.” he says with a somber sadness. “We’ve been together ever since. I wanted to travel from Lothlórien and see more of the surrounding lands, he came with me. He’s three now.” He takes a gulp of the ale he ordered. “You look like you are far from home as well. I would like to hear your story.” (Dagmar (#msg16125920) Wearing: Fine Mondrian clothing over the mail of his armor and a cloak with a silver clasp. (TA 3014, Winter Condition: Concerned and intrigued Location: The Racing Pony of Free-townTagging: Harriman Butter bur, Cattle folk within the Prancing Pony took some Dagmar's attention whilst he waited for the inn keep to present himself. Some put him at ease, some put him on some edge, and some outright concerned him. The first was by far the largest group, that being the simple Freelancers going about their evening, they seemed decent if simply, but he could not expect anything else from the placid remnants of the North Kingdom. The second, well, that was peopled primarily by the Dale-men, the Elves and the other folk who looked like they were from nearby, for they should be decent as well and trusty to boot, but one could never be sure, and he knew little of Dale men and folk who lived primarily in the wilds, particularly the massive golden-haired maiden. The third... well that was dominated by the Easter ling woman he spied, for she seemed to do little to hide herself. He would be keeping his eye on that one. He did not, for all his scrutiny of some, see the man who looked to be terrified of his presence, so concerned he was with the woman of the east. But then Harriman greeted him and spoke of news. News that found Dagmar a welcome listener. "A man in a black cloak and helm?" He half asked and half said. Good, the figure he'd been sent to look into wasn't subtle, typical of the Black Numenoreans to be open and blatant in their moves. The mention of Forest peaked his already held interest, and he almost looked surprised, for he in fact was. "Folk live still in Forest Train?" That was news and make no mistake. In Condor it was a held belief that all the old cities of the north save one were abandoned, from Aquinas beside lake Eventim to Thar bad at the bridge. He had seen Thar bad, and it was a haunt of bandits and brigands, not a place where folk actually lived. To hear that Forest might still be held by the men of Athenian brought a ghost of a smile to his lips. His smile faded as he went on. Dagmar looked at the red-haired woman who asked about a possible claim to the North Kingdom. "If the Line of Silver persists, yet that would be welcome news." He regarded her for a moment, she looked capable. "Tell me master Harriman, do you know any more of this man in a cloak and helm of black? Better yet, do you know where he is?" (Harriman Butter bur, Nob, Bob, Squint and Fault, Dale-folk Merchant. Affiliation: Free-landersTime: TA 3014, winter -Evening-Location: Bree, the Prancing Pony Tagging: Cat, Bar, Gala, Marion, OLED, DagrahirBarliman, standing behind the counter of his bar, passed one hand on the sides of his face, rubbing his colored-cheeks. He straightened, arching his back and making a few bones crack, observing the men and women who were listening to his words. His eyes traveled from one to another, the ones sitting together at a table now, then Sushi and Dagmar, he had easily identified as a man of Condor. At this moment, it was unclear to Harriman that Elves were also assembled at the said table, and he did not catch sight of Marion. Amidst the common agitation within the Prancing Pony, Harriman did not pay attention to Gala's companion, and since the animal behaved so calmly and friendly, his mind returned to telling the tale, Fault was making fun of. The fiery-haired woman had asked :-"People have moved back into Nor bury of the Kings?"..." That sounds... bold indeed. And I can imagine that it would arouse interest from far and wide. But there is also a claimant to the throne of Armor itself, now? This man clad in black cloak and helm? Does he have supporters, or is he standing alone?"-Fault replied faster than Harriman:"He's supported by the ghosts of the Kings of Ecuador !!"the dale-merchant started to laugh, the few people assembled next to him mocking Harriman as well, and consequently the people interested in the tale the owner of the Prancing Pony was telling." Ghosts of false kings and of the fools who followed them...listen, the kingdoms of Armor died long ago. Beasts inhabit Forest, and your story Harriman, is just to keep your customer sitting and paying for their food and drinks. This is an old merchant trick. It works well on women and young lings, ready to write such lies on books..." Farulf stood up, and offered a salute directed at Cat's table." Don't thank me for saving your time and money." Barliman's cheeks became even more red -if it was possible-while Dagmar spoke :-"Tell me master Harriman, do you know any more of this man in a cloak and helm of black? Better yet, do you know where he is?"-Harriman spoke, yet with hesitation." Rumors said he and his followers passed Bree a few nights ago, but they're moving slowly. At night. He's not alone, death itself accompanies him, a woman even more frightening than anything you can imagine, my friends. Unlike what Fault believes, there are men, women and children trying to survive after the war against the wasted Land up North. Now, they'll be trapped between the North and this man, who united everything that's bad South." The Pony's capacity was now at its peak. Nob and Bob were zigzagging around the many tables of the renowned Inn, and finally offered Gala with his order. The Ale and meat were placed without ceremony on the table, some of the liquid almost splatting on the table, next to OLED's book. Nob spoke :"I'll be back in a few for the coins, good Lord. Anything else for you travelers ?" The hobbit waited, before moving away from Cat's table. It's now or never, Squint thought. He did not -or barely-listened to Gala words, who tried to reissue him :-“Easy, he’s my friend and will not attack unless provoked.” -Instead he had brutally replied :"I'll peel its skin off, if he only barks at me." Then Squint suddenly stood up, he gathered his belongings and walked quickly away from the main room of the Pony, exiting from the Inn. The man's attention was so focused on Harriman, the new travelers who entered, the wolf... that he had not noticed Marion, who was sitting at a remote table. Outside the chaos caused by the laughs, screams and discussion was very audible. Squint took a few steps around the Pony, aiming at the stables were horses from the people resting within were taken care of by Rob. The man stood silent, and hid in the darkness, making sure the hobbit employed by Harriman was not there. As calmly as he could, Squint searched within his pack, and pulled out a small torch and his tinderbox. Instant later, the torch was ignited in his hand, and he threw it to start an incident within the stables, rendered the horses uncontrollable. (Cat (#msg16121430) (Tirmaethril Antigen)Wearing: Her armor, the snarling cat-head pendant, a light sheen of travel-dirt, and a faint aroma of horse Condition: Tired, hungry, thirsty, and delighted to be in such a fabulous center of civilization... though now rather perturbed by the rudeness of some of the other guests Location: The taproom of the Prancing Pony Tagging: Everyone who might be interested! Cat turned her head to let the laughing group see the scars on her face, arching a brow at them... before forcing herself to remember that she was a guest in someone else's home, and that any attempt to teach manners would be a gross breach of etiquette. Drawing in a steadying breath, she returned her gaze to Harriman - and offered him a smile mingling sympathy and apology." Thank you," she said warmly - primarily to Harriman, though she looked to Nob to include him in her gratitude. "And I can quite believe that there are people out there doing their best to make use of old sites. There is a lot to be said for good stone and well-laid foundations, however many centuries have passed since their construction. I had wondered if it might be possible to visit Forest Train one day... but it sounds as if there might now be good reason to do so." She darted a glance around those others who seemed interested in the tale, lips quirking wryly. "And it seems that there are others who might feel the same way." The hostility to the white wolf had thus far passed her by, caught up as she was in the prospect of a trip to visit the ancient capital of her forebears. What stories might she sing from the stones there?!? ((Hildegard Light foot)Wearing:Travel clothing, shawl and leather satchel Condition:Hungry and thirsty from the road, and overwhelmed by being around all the Big Folk Location:Outside the Prancing Pony, Bragging:Squint (DM), Open Notes: a bit of a short one, but I wanted to get this up before I crash tonight. Excited to write to you all. Hide has taken notice of Squint acting strangely, per a suggestion of how to get her involved from mainsnoiresHilde tugged her shawl closer around her shoulders as she stepped with purpose towards the inn, pointed out to her by the gate man at her polite questioning. Yet it was impossible to hide the bewildered, doe-eyed look she gave anyone who happened to catch her gaze; for the Big Folk of Bree were so very tall and Hide suddenly felt shorter than she ever had before. Especially as she passed through streets lined with their tall wooden and stone buildings. Meeting Men travelling by the Shire in pairs or threes, and being in one of their Towns, were, evidently, very different experiences. Still, she pushed on towards the Prancing Pony as there was naught else for her to do that evening but rest and gather her thoughts. The road from the Shire had not been difficult, per se, for the Hobbit, but it was the furthest Hide had walked beyond the occasional picnic. It was all for good reason, though, and she looked forward to the morning when she hoped to explore new possibilities. Moving forward was her only choice now and for the rest of her life, no matter how hard that seemed. Before Hide could reach the tavern proper, however, something else caught her attention. She watched as a man exited the door by which she meant to enter the establishment and headed towards the stables. There was nothing out of the ordinary about that, per se, but the way he paused by the awning of the stable and began to rummage about his things made Hide feel cautious for reasons she couldn't quite explain. It was just that something felt off about the situation. As she approached with light steps befitting her name, Hide thought she caught a flash of torchlight from the corner of her vision, but it was difficult to tell with all the people moving around her and obscuring her line of sight at times. Perhaps it was nothing, yet the feeling of wrongness would not leave her gut. Thus, with the politest tone she could manage, she called out to the Man." Excuse me, sir, are you waiting for the stable hands, perhaps?" ((#msg16119811) (Malathion of Lothlórien)Wearing:as pictured Condition:Needing to stretch his legs from a ride, hungry now that he’s scented food Location:The taproom of the Prancing Pony Tagging:EveryoneGalad listened carefully to the tales being told. He had discovered that humans may, at times not exactly record history correctly or exaggerate a great deal of facts. Yet for all the little embellishments that happen as one person tells a tale that grows with every mouth—there are kernels of truth still there. Now he couldn’t go speaking for any ghost, so he wondered where that tidbit of knowledge came from. Perhaps it was poetic license? Taking a mental step back, Gala removed some of what could be fanciful conjecture and left the story at its core. A man and a woman, terrifying. There were always going to be good and evil in this world, light and darkness. The people that strongly allied themselves with the dark, he considered shadows. “Did they say where they were going or perhaps someone saw what direction they left in?” For evil to flourish, all it took was for good people to abandon their vigil. The forebear of his line had done that, and it cost them everything. Ignoring this felt wrong. Gala smiled as his order came in. “Why thank you.” he says to Nob and Bob. They were trying their hardest in a busy inn. Galad’s good mood evaporated at Squint’s remark. He reminded himself they were just words. It would be too easy to get angry at someone threatening his friend. “You take things too far. Watch your words.” he warns the man, but then he got up and left. Gala watched him leave waiting for the rancid man to gather his courage for another round of threats towards Virion. His wolf picked up on the mood of the man easily. His tongue went from a happy lolling to strict attention. He didn’t like it when his person got agitated. Gala turned back to Cat. “Indeed, it was once a great city of men. Perhaps it will be again. It does sound like there is a good reason to go.” he agrees with her. He liked travelling to begin with, and he had left his home to see more of the world. Lirion’s senses are sharp. Even through the din of a busy bar, the sound of panicked horses shrieking in fear of fire. “Excuse me. I think something is going on outside.” Gala says as Virion’s head snap towards the sounds. His senses weren’t as great as the wolf’s, but there was something going on. Standing he heads out to see what is going on, the white wolf padding beside him. (Cat (#msg16121430) (Tirmaethril Antigen)Wearing: Her armor, the snarling cat-head pendant, a light sheen of travel-dirt, and a faint aroma of horse Condition: Tired, hungry, thirsty, and delighted to be in such a fabulous center of civilization... though now increasingly perturbed Location: The taproom of the Prancing Pony Tagging: Everyone who might be interested! Abandoning her barely-sampled meal was certainly not an appealing prospect. Cat had been looking forward to finding out just what hospitable delights this beacon of civilization might have to offer a weary traveler, and what she had seen (and smelled) of Harriman's creations had certainly not disappointed. But if the underclay elf's lupine friend had indeed alerted him to something amiss at the stables, then that might mean that her own travelling companion was in trouble. She could trust Fastness to handle himself against most threats he might encounter in Radar - but rather by definition, running away was unlikely to be a viable option when her shaggy steed was closed up in a stable-block. With a sigh, she pushed herself to her feet and passed her food to Harriman." I shall be back for that. It smells far too enticing to abandon!", she assured him, before moving to follow in the wake of immense blond figure and his white guardian. Just in case, she loosened her sword in its scabbard, rolling her shoulders a little. Bree should surely be far too safe and settled a place for raiders to have struck... but firing a stable-block was the sort of preliminary to an attack that she might have expected back home. Now, it seemed like it might be a very good thing indeed that she had not yet relaxed sufficiently to remove either armor or armaments.

Fall of the West (LOTR)_ Arnor and The three Lost Kingdoms|rating:4.0

Inspectres - Bugscuffle, CA

"Come on in Mr Ha-PIZ-burg, my name is Kevin Oxford. I understand that you are looking for employees for your new business venture, well you've come to the right place!" Kevin was a fair, lumpish young man with light hair and a touch of sunburn. His office was dingy and humid and the cabinets around his room smelled of slightly rotten paper." I've got to ask you a few questions prior to our search for people for you. Your success is our business!" He pulled out a file and opened it up. On it was a list of questions. On the paper it read... What training do you offer to candidates? What skills are required for the roles? What is your existing team? How long term will candidates be required? What is your safety policy and what risks are there to new employees? What is your stance on equal opportunities? Are you aware of your legal obligations? Kevin started to read it aloud. Right now you don't have a job or mission on the go. This means that high dice rolls, should you want to roll, do not yield franchise dice. We'll get to that soon, but first an interview scene can really give a new character a chance to show exactly who he is. I hope you'll agree with me putting the out of character stuff in the same thread as the in character stuff. Fewer threads to maintain. Haippisburgh Barclay, a Man of Average Height, if broader and more muscular than most, smiled at the recruiting agent.' It's Haippisburgh, Pronounced Haze-Bra'he said, with a thin dry smile, obviously a correction he's had to say to everyone who's ever read his name.' And That's my first Name, if you want to be formal, it's Mr Barclay.' There was a beat, and the Investigator relaxed,'Hays will do fine though, Mr Barclay is my Father, and Captain doesn't seem very appropriate until I have a command again'The smile this time was brighter, real, and showed gleaming teeth that were proof he was only half English." I've got to ask you a few questions prior to our search for people for you. Your success is our business!"" What training do you offer to candidates?"" On the Job training as required, though I'm a qualified Pistol and Rifle Instructor with the NRA" Barclay reached down into one of his many jacket pockets, the big DPM combat smock the only bit of British Kit he still wore, and produced his Card." I'm also qualified to instructor level for SERE, Physical Training, Wilderness Survival and Reconnaissance. The Card folded out as Kevin picked it up, revealing several more certifications." But I don't know how much of that is necessary for the job""What skills are required for the roles?" Kevin continued, eyeing the list of certifications warily." Initiative, Self Motivation, Drive and Problem-Solving, as well as a good local knowledge of the paranormal, or qualifications in the like." What is your existing team?" The Recruiting agent continued,'Just myself'"and How long term will candidates be required?"' Opening Contract is a two-week trial, then a 6-month extension if it works out, with eyes to a permanent position.'" What is your safety policy and what risks are there to new employees?"' Oh, Employee's will be fully covered under the Inspect res Insurance'Guaranteed payment of your funeral or memorial service, thought Barclay.' Risks?'he knew he was sounding overly nonchalant as he considered what he remembered from University.' Death, Dismemberment, Injury, Possession, Loss of Faculties, Loss of Soul, Excommunication, Eradication from Existence, Loss of Residency on this Material Plane, and Getting very messy' He rattled off the list as if Paranormal 101 was yesterday.' What is your stance on equal opportunities? Are you aware of your legal obligations?'' Oh, Fully aware. Inspectre's is an Equal Opportunity Employer, Black or White, Male or Female, Gay or Straight, Dead or Alive, just so long as they can do the job'IOC:Fine By Me, I assume you want all IOC stuff marked in Grey? I'll claim Olive as Barclay's thinking color. Kevin looked down at the notes he'd jotted down in his unique form of shorthand writing." We have something called an opt-out clause when dealing with such specific risks and only some candidates choose to opt out." He itched his thinning hair. Great, yet another place to apply sunscreen..."However, those candidates tend to be the ones suitable for the sort of job I think you have to offer. If it's ok with you, I'll arrange to send over a couple of temps for the advertised rate tomorrow. If they later become valued assets we'll set a standard release fee, and you can buy them away from us." Kevin stood and extended his hand." Best of luck with your venture!" We'll introduce the Agent Jordan and potentially H Savvy's guy in the next scene. Inspect res Local Branch, BugscuffleMain RoomBarcham leaned back in his chair, and Put his feet up on the one the two battery old Desks that was now his, and patted down his pockets. Given that his usual attire, even in the California heat, had lots of pockets, this took him some time, and after having given up on his safari shirt, his cargo trousers, and finally gotten round to the jacket hanging off the back of his even more battered second hand swivel chair, he drew out a pouch, filled his pipe with tobacco, and began to puff away. The Pipe was an affectation, but it beat the cigarette's he'd taken up while in Sierra Leone. And if the Americans were going to hire a British accented paranormal investigator, he might as well use the best advertising he could, and play to what they expect. He'd done not bad for a mornings work, Flyer's distributed, a Local Radio Advert booked, he hoped he'd have scripted something to record by then. The Office Furnished, ready for his new hires to arrive. He checked again, and it looked very smart. A Fresh Decal on the door (supplied by Inspect res Head office no less). Hopefully no one would mind they'd misspelled the location as Bug scuttle, but the font was flowery, and he hoped no one would notice. His Degree was framed, hanging on the wall, Next to a picture of his passing out parade, to look impressive. He knew Americans loved all things patriotic, but he couldn't yet face putting his medals up on the wall. Hopefully they wouldn't mind mixed patriotism, but he made sure that he had a full size Stars and Stripes, and only a small desk mounted Union Flag. All he had to do now was sit back, wait for things to arrive, customers, employee's, the tea's/coffee maker he'd ordered.OCC:(d6)[3](d6)[1]Tech Roll for quality of the Tea/Coffee Machine. *Knock*"Hey, we got a delivery for a Mr Barclay." The delivery driver wore a grubby white t-shirt and a baseball cap." Just sign here for the Coffee machine." The coffee machine was big and unwieldy. The delivery driver unpacked it and placed it as directed and left before the trouble started... On the test run, for seemingly no reason, the coffee spout clogged and the nozzle burst spraying hot coffee everywhere! Roll 2 dice for stress. And what bad timing... there was another knock at the door! This would be the ideal time for the two new staff to show up. Roll tables in the spoiler. Spoiler Hide {table]|Skill roll chart - Pick the highest result 6 |Amazing! Describe the result and gain 2 franchise dice. 5 |Good. Describe the result and gain 1 franchise die. 4 |Fair. Describe the mostly positive result of your action, but you must also include negative or humorous effect. 3 |Not great. GM decides. You may suggest a single minor positive effect. 2 |Bad. GM decides. 1 |Terrible. GM hoses you with a dire result.[/table] {table]|Stress roll chart - Pick the lowest result 6 |Cool. You suffer no loss and gain a Cool die. 5 |Blasé. You suffer no loss. 4 |Annoyed. 1-die penalty to you next skill roll. 3 |Stressed. Lose a die from an appropriate skill. 2 |Frazzled. Lose 2 dice from an appropriate skill or 1 die from 2 skills. 1 |Meltdown. Lose skill dice equal to stress dice rolled. Lose any cool.[/table] Before Hapsburg can get to the door, Robert has let himself in." Nice place, nasty sign, neat desks." He looks around the room, then turns back." I'm Robert. The guy in the office said you might have a job for me." stress roll (D6)[6] (D6)[3] Barclay looked up from the coffee machine, grabbed the sheath from the side and wiped away were the scalding fluid had hit him. Leaving the bloody contraption he held out a hand.' How do you do'he gestured at the Coffee machine.' I think the Coffee attachment is bugged, I'm a tea drinker myself though.'' Well, I had some pretty specific requirements. What do you know about the job, and why should you get it? Did you bring your qualifications, documentation and waivers?' We'll call that a loss of 1 contact. It doesn't look professional being covered in coffee as a first impression. During Robert's introduction the phone starts ringing. A call... A customer?.. Could it be? The man on the phone sounds like a nasal New Yorker, someone from out of town." Hey, the name's Big Joey. I got a problem in my basement! It's green goo, coating the floors! Can't get rid of the stuff!" The difficulty/value of this job is 10 new franchise dice. If you should ever choose to walk away from a job whilst it's in progress the mission will end, and you'll only receive half of the franchise dice that you've earned. Earning a total of 10 franchise dice by rolling 5s or 6s on skill tests completes the mission. Permanently? Or Just the next roll, or what? Stupid pick the lowest roll :(, silly me, I wrote it assuming I'd got a 6 Barclay held up a finger to Roberts response as he Answered the Call." Hi Big Joey, I'll come on Over myself, Right Away Good for you? Is it Okay if I pass you over to my Assistant?' Taking a break from dabbing at the coffee, which by now had raised hot burn welts where it had hit him, he gave Robert a Thumbs up.' I'll get the car Started and you give him your address, and any information you have about the green goo, anything that might have caused it.' He passed the phone,'You're Hired, 2 weeks trial. Make sure you write everything down'and then went to get his go bag, which should have everything he needed for an initial investigation.OCC: Want me to make a tech roll now for the kit as a whole, or later, for each time something is needed? What, should I roll Academics? I'all roll Academics." Green goo, eh? Right then. The first thing I'm going to need you to do is tell me your address." As he speaks, Robert is unfolding a super-slim laptop that he pulled out of a pocket. Rolling Academics for working out the problem: (3d6)[2][6][2](10) Rolling Technology for my laptop: (4d6)[5][1][1][3](10) EDIT:"Well, have you had any renovations recently?" His laptop's up and running, and hacking next door's wireless." Any recent deaths in the family?" He's bringing up three different databases at once." How viscous is it?" Alarms are going off all over five different military installations on opposite sides of the world as he steals computing power from them." Well, we've got a man on the way now. I'll get some info from him when he gets there." Forgot my specialty die.(1d6)[1](1) Alan: It's temporary. You restore lost dice to your stats to after the completion (or failure) of a mission by spending the franchise dice you've collected. If it was combat for example I'd ask for more rolls and hit athletics. Spoiler Hide Name: Captain Harrisburg* 'Hays' Barclay *pronounced haze-Brad Academics: 2/2 Athletics: 3/3 Technology: 2/2 Contact: 1/2 Cool: 0 Current franchise dice: 0 Talent: Military (retired) Name: Robert Jordan Academics: 3/3 Athletics: 1/1 Technology: 4/4 Contacting: 1/1 Cool: 0 Current Franchise dice: 3 Talent: Computers Name/Location: Inspect res, Bug scuffle California. Owner: Harrisburg Barclay Credit card (Technology): 1 Library card (Academics): 2 Gym card (Athletics): 1 Bank (Any skill roll, risky): 1 So what's going on then? Can we keep rolls to one per post so that we can talk about the significance of each one? Random Person: It looks like you want to use a laptop to discover what the green goo is. The technology roll was to say you have a laptop available. This seems to be a personal laptop that you pulled out your back pocket. Either way, you succeeded with a 5. So you can explain exactly how you happen to now have a laptop for business use. You could say to Barclay "Whilst I'm around your company has access to my laptop, and I've got a subscription to Cool Ghosts database." or whatever. You rolled academics to determine what the green goo is. Furthermore, you rolled a 6. That means that you get to tell all of us about the green goo. Big Joey starts to give his details. "It's a place on Apex street, old building. Brick and mortar, 4 stories. I just moved in, let's just say I got a lucky inheritance, so yeah, there's been a death. Viscous? Uh, I ain't experimenting, I tried sucking it up with a wet vac, but it keeps coming back!" With 3 dice accumulated to the investigation you may want to take a closer look and move on to acquiring anything you'll need to deal with the good problem. 'A Man on the way Huh?' Barcham snorted as he slung the day sack onto his shoulders.' You get to come along too.' As they left, Barclay locked up the office, flipped the sign from Open to Closed, and lead the way down the back stairs to the parking lot. Dougal was sitting there waiting for him, looking like an old dog, lazing in the sunshine. Barclay corrected Robert as he went for what is normally the passenger door.' He's European, that's drivers side'Climbed in, slung his gear bag in the back, and started up the engine, first time, and sounding much better than it should have from external appearances. The Internals too, were much nicer. With a little showed tire spin they were soon on their way to Big Joey's.' Fancy bit of kit you have there. What does it say about the Green Goo? I've got a few ideas, but I need to do some field-testing to confirm. Your Box of tricks know anything that might give us a clue, any history or similar incidents?' "Well, there are a couple of tell-tale signs. First, it's obviously some sort of side effect. The military keep some damned good databases, but they don't secure them terribly well, and a cross-reference shows that the nearest goo-monster sighting in recorded history was almost twenty miles away. That means we're dealing with something powerful, because it's manifesting without meaning to. Lastly, it's not reacting to anything specific: green would indicate envy, and the guy said he lives alone. That means it's just woken up, and needs its metaphorical coffee. "Oh, that reminds me: terribly sorry, but I borrowed your identity to log into MilGhostNet. I hope you don't mind, I'll try not to make a habit of it." OCC: Being sprayed with hot Coffee has made the Old soldier Grumpy, but then, you would be too if your new hire just admit tided a major crime.' How in the Blue Hell's did you manage that old bean?' Barcham asked mildly as the drove through the relatively empty roads, traffic was light right now. Hopefully the job would be done before rush our started.' For 1. I'm retired, for a 2. I was in a Different Army, for a 3. How did you get my Army Number to work with the Bloody Yank Computers? I had enough trouble, and I was the legit user! The took a turn, and soon left the main streets.' Don't do it again, it's a crime. I'll let you off this once, but it doesn't bode well for you that you think it's a good idea to tell your new employer that you've committed deception and breaking military secrets on your first day. We don't break the law. Unless absolutely necessary 'he finished that last under his breath, as they drove up the drive way to Big Joey's.' I'm still not convinced it'll be a Goo Monster, Could be Class 4 Cytoplasm, maybe a relic of past events, could be a sensory illusion and be a personal haunting, might even be a fungal infection or a slime mold'They stopped, and got out of the Landover. Barclay knocked on the door, and held up his work ID.' Good Day sir, We're looking for Big Joey, he rang and asked for the finest Paranormal Investigators in this county or the next.Also, the only paranormal investigators, the old soldier thought. A small man in a cheap suit and pork pie hat answered the door. It's a big house on the street corner." Oh, hey, you must be here about the basement." He stepped aside to let you in." It's right down there", he opened a door and gestures onwards with his hands. The steps down descend into total darkness before you see any sign of the goo he had been talking about." My electrics down there is blown. Must short-circuited it." As Hapsburg and Robert head down into the basement, they see that the basement is not entirely dark: in the wan glow of a small electric lantern, they can see a grubby long-haired youth wearing a worn t-shirt and jeans working feverishly at a puddle of thick goo with mop. He seems oblivious to the duo, his back to the stairs, and a closer inspection reveals that he has a pair of headphones on. The quiet sound of drums and bass are leaking out of the young man's headphones, which, at that distance, gives every indication that he must have the volume cranked up beyond sane levels.((IOC: I was going to show up at the Inspect res office, but I was slow on the draw. This seemed like an interesting alternative introduction)) OCC: Good Call, makes sense. I suggest asking us for a job as the best way to realistic bring it up. Tech Roll for Barclay's Kit: (d6)[1](d6)[3] I assume this means none of Barclay's kit includes anything that will help solve the case. Positive Aspect, he has his basic stuff from university field research. Downside: He doesn't have a university lab to take it back too. Barcham dug in one of his pockets, and brought out a Head torch, and clicked it on once it was in place. The Flash of bright LED Light brought the hoppers attention round,'Don't mind us'he said, flashing his Inspect res Card and settling down on one knee, on a relatively dry patch, to inspect the wall. The Goo seems to be seeping out of it, and he flicks open a thumb break lock knife, and scrapes a little off into the sample vial he has drawn out of his kit bag.' Hmmmm'Barclay mutters as he desperately wishes he'd packed 'An Introductory Guide to Cytoplasm and other supernatural residues'. Scotty uttered a girlish shriek and whirled around, only to see Hapsburg and Robert. He let out a visible sigh of relief and pulled his headphones down around his neck." Jesus, dudes, you scared the crap out of me. I thought you were, like, those ghost dudes or whatever everyone keeps saying is down here." He pauses and looks at the duo." You guys aren't, like, here to fix the power, are you?" As Hapsburg flashes his Inspectre's card, Scotty's face lights up." Whoaaa! You bros are like, some of those sweet ghost busting dudes! My roommate's friend's brother like, worked for one of those places. He always made it sound so gnarly! Are you dudes, like, hiring? I'm sick of this cruddy slop-jockey job. For real." Still a bit quiet after the wrong foot that he got off on, Robert digs out a digital camera and starts taking pictures, uploading them straight to a bit of custom software he wrote in the car. Tech roll: (4d6)[5][2][5][2](14) Originally Posted by Alan Tech Roll for Barclay's Kit: [roll0][roll1] I assume this means none of Barclay's kit includes anything that will help solve the case. Positive Aspect, he has his basic stuff from university field research. Downside: He doesn't have a university lab to take it back too. What is "Kit"? Can you be a little more specific? I'm supposed to describe the result of your roll, but I don't know what it is that you are doing... Originally Posted by Random_person Robert digs out a digital camera and starts taking pictures, uploading them straight to a bit of custom software he wrote in the car. Tech roll: [roll0] Ok. So tell us how that is helpful. What did you find out? You're probably pretty close on finding out what it is and how to deal with it. The next step is suiting up and making sure you have all relevant gear for dealing with the problem. Remember that once per scene a character can address the "camera" in a confessional scene, you can add a detail "Fortunately I had a packet of hot sauce in my pocket..." You can foreshadow something that has to happen "None of us anticipated the explosion would be so big..." or you can place a characteristic on another player which is worth an extra franchise die at the end of the mission if they role-play that particular aspect, "I couldn't believe how suspicious he was around the client...". OCC: The Kit was a roll for his go bag, which I asked about earlier. Had I rolled well, I'd have pulled out an antiquated etheric disruption detector, or a field-testing kit. As it is, I've collected a sample of the goo to take back to labs. I realize it's your description, so if you want to add in anything, feel free, but I felt it important to keep the RP moving.' Well, actually, I am kinda looking for a field assistant'Barclay said, in response to the erstwhile janitor.' What can you tell me about the goo'he asked, flipping out a notebook and pulling a pen out of one of his many pockets.' Has it been there long? Does it ever respond to you in any way? Does it respond to music? Have any pregnant females been exposed to it? Does the good change in viscosity or temperature? Does it ever speak, or communicate with you? 'He looked a splatter on his nicely pressed trousers'Does it come out in the wash?' The basement is a large dark room containing 2 closed doors into other rooms. There is a dank old freezer at an awkward angle against the wall and an in the corner is an old-fashioned wrought iron boiler. These things all have a thin coat of the slime. At the mention of a possible job opening, Scotty's eyes light up. Better not blow this, or I'll be working here forever. "Well, I'm not so good with all that book stuff and junk, but I'll tell ya what I know, dude. This basement's been spooky for, like, as long as I can remember, back to when I started working here under Vito. That's Joey's big brother. Or, like, was, I guess. I used to make deliveries when Vito was in charge, but Joey is a jerk, and he, like, makes me do all this lousy grunt work. Anyway, this basement was like, major spook central, but there wasn't ever none of this gooey stuff until recently, around the time that Vito bit it. Ever since then, basically, I have been down here train to get rid of that goop. It don't seem to ever do anything, not to me or to my music or nothing. It pretty much just sits there like this and looks all gross and nasty and stuff. Hell, I can't even spotless this crud up. I have been hitting it with this bucket full of bleach and vinegar and salt and pickled hot pepper brine, that sort gets it a little loosened up, then I suck it up with the wet/dry vac. That works for, like, most of a day, but it'll all be back tomorrow. Oh, and,"he gestures to his grubby t-shirt. Numerous good stains cling to it,"this was my favorite shirt, if that answers your last question. Say, what sort of work does this field job got, anyhow?" OCC: Academics to see if Barclay can recall anything about the Goo. (D6)[1](D6)[5] If Robert wants to be a field operative, I got no issues, it's just the judgement Barclay would make from Roberts words, and vibe. Hmmm, Barclay made some notes on his pad, flipped back a page to where he'd jotted down what Robert had told him.' Well, Helping me with any gear, watching my back when we're in the field, and observation, always better to have two sets of eyes, particularly in cases of supernatural stuff. Sometimes spirits can fool just one mind, but not two.' Barcham glanced over at Robert, and then back down at his notes. Goo Monster sited 20 miles away, but this was oozing out of the ground, seemingly directly from the walls. He checked down and saw where he'd scratched the wall was still oozing, but no faster than before. He checked the room carefully, but soon found nothing but sticky goo, which fouled his boots.' Normally Robert here will be our control man, keeping us informed while he mans the office and controls the radio kit'Barclay made a mental note to get some radio kit.' I think we're dealing with a broken bargain. Robert, can you find out if that Goo Monster was resolved in any way?' 'Hey Kid? You got a Name? You know anything about the guy Big Joey Inherited this place from?' He checked his pack, and looked around. There didn't seem to be anymore to do in here.' You can tell me on the way back to the office,' 'Unless you want to do anything more here Robert?' Robert, limiting himself to (mostly) legal methods this time, pulls up another database on his pocket laptop." Right, working on it. You got a phone? I can send you a map." Hey Random person, tell us about the goo already. You discovered something. You've got to tell everyone what you discovered! As you ascend the stairs Big Joey asks, "So do you know what the deal is? Keep me in the loop fellas." Sorry, brain like a sieve." It's a long story. I'll try to keep it simple." "What we're looking at here is a secondary manifestation of something powerful. Mr. Hapsburg reckons it's a broken bargain of some description, and that's pretty plausible. I'm going to have to say it's probably a pseudo-demonic entity of some description, bound by a pact of some sort, that's now waking up. I would guess there's some sort of ritual, possibly even a sacrifice, that needs to be performed regularly. Once that was missed, the being started to wake up. It can't be shut down now, not without some heavy-duty stuff. Depending on what we've got back at the office, I may need to swing by home and grab some extra materials. One way or another, it won't get much worse for at least another 24 hours. We might have as long as a week before the end of the world as we know it." As they squeezed out the door past Big Joey, Barclay continued the conversation.' Could be a change of ownership issue... Were there any Clauses or Conditions mentioned in the will you haven't fulfilled yet? Maybe something you should never move? A Room you should enter, or Land that can never be sold off?' (OCC: Rolling my 1 dice of contact to see if we can get anything out of him that might help us solve this. [roll]d6[/roll], Plug, you describe it, I don't want you to be left out, and I have to sleep, if that's okay?) * post roll count doesn't match database OCC: For some reason, Dice didn't work in the last post. Still pretty swamped. (D6)[6] Originally Posted by Alan Plug, you describe it, I don't want you to be left out, and I have to sleep, if that's okay?) I'm not happy with that. Guy's when you roll high numbers, and you discover something then introduce it into the fiction! You've just been wandering around saying "Yeah, goo," and looking at your feet when you could be saying cool things like "We need to use an array of prisms and light create a rainbow over this place." It's time to deal with the problem. How are you going to do that? ((OCC: Well, I don't know about the other players, but it's a bit of a paradigm shift, to get used to a GM mostly sitting back. Having to take a proactive role is a bit different. I'll do my best. Also, what sort of pacing were you expecting for this, I don't want to trample on your toes.))' Well.... there's this old well out back? It was blocked up, but I wanted to get a new pump put in' Big Joey said, a little intimidated by a slightly miffed, more than slightly British coffee burned investigator.' An old well? Sounds possible'Especially if it tapped into the same aquifer as the source for the other good monster.' Flash can show you where it is' Big Joey continued, as the young assistant followed up the stairs.* * * * * * * * *CONFESSIONAL'Little did I know, the new hire would prove to be a good decision, in the end. And I wouldn't have to worry about the little stain of goo.* * * * * * * * *The well was about 4' across, and little more than a raised lip. The Covering over on one side was old, and had been ripped up with some leavers. On the inside of the heavily reinforced lid, the broken marks of seals and runes remained. In what could be seen of the well, the runes and signs continued down into the darkness'Yup, this is it'Barclay said. Hold on, I'll get Dougan'Barclay returned with the rumbling engine of the Landover, and he seemed to be setting something up from the back. He seemed to be tying together lots of ropes.OCC: Tech Roll for using Dougan's winch, and bodging together a climbing harness to lower someone into the well, to record as many pictures, take samples of the goo, and generally inspect. Barclay is going to have to operate the winch, Robert's skills are definitely in managing and setting up the camera and such like. Hence the confessional. Good work Expendable Flash! (D6)[1](D6)[2] Bugger! Info on the Rover: It will have a front mounted winch driven by a power take off from the main engine. With about 500' of steel cable. Also, what sort of pacing were you expecting for this, I don't want to trample on your toes. Actually the pacing is included in the mechanics. This mission I said was worth 10 franchise dice. You've earned 3 so far and Random Person has earned 4. This means that the mission is 70% done. When you earn the 10th die you describe yourselves succeeding the mission. You then spend your dice to heal up any damage I did to you guys with the stress rolls, that'd be you going on vacation or the hospital! Any leftover dice go back into the card and bank dice. Your team can spend these dice to add to a roll. I realize just how different this game is. It'll challenge your mindset. Spoiler Hide Name: Captain Harrisburg* 'Hays' Barclay *pronounced haze-Brad Academics: 2/2 Athletics: 3/3 Technology: 2/2 Contact: 1/2 Cool: 0/3 Talent: Military (retired) Current Franchise dice: 3 Name: Robert Jordan Academics: 3/3 Athletics: 1/1 Technology: 4/4 Contact: 1/1 Cool: 0/3 Talent: Computers Current Franchise dice: 4 Name: Scotty "Flash" Peterson Academics: 1/1 Athletics: 4/4 Technology: 2/2 Contact: 2/2 Cool: 0/3 Talent: Nimble Current Franchise Dice: 0 Name/Location: Inspect res, Bug scuffle California. Owner: Harrisburg Barclay Credit card (Technology): 1 Library card (Academics): 2 Gym card (Athletics): 1 Bank (Any skill roll, risky): 1 Who is getting winched down? Flash? As Barclay started to lower down his man he felt a slight twinge from Dougan. The handbrake had failed! As the winch extended further, the further Dougan moved back. Barcham tried to stop his poor Dougan from moving back further, but it was no good. It scraped its whole side along Big Joey's gateway before coming to a stop! Then the winch came off! Barcham should roll 3 stress dice for seeing his precious damaged. It'll shake up his nerves somewhat! Whoever just fell down the well... Roll 4 stress dice. It'll be a nasty bump! Remember to count the lowest die for stress. If you ever roll all 6s on a stress roll you gain 1 point of cool. Cool can be spent to add dice on any roll. Whilst you have 1 Cool point you are immune to the lowest stress roll and use the next lowest instead. As you gain Cool points (to a max 3) you become more immune to stress. ((Rolling Stress Dice: (4d6)[5][2][4][1](12))) Originally Posted by H Savvy ((Rolling Stress Dice: [roll0])) I take it you are down the well. :) I'll hit your Athletics by 3 and academics by 1. Man, I'm being hard on you. Remember that you can use the cards to help your rolls. With a fall and a rough landing Flash was at the bottom of darkest, most foul smelling well he'd ever been at the bottom of! But this wasn't a small area. No. The well branched off in different directions. This day was going south fast. Flash hadn't wanted to go down the well at all, but knew that the only way to avoid was walking away from both jobs. Joey "volunteered" Scotty for the role, not knowing that Scotty was ready to jump ship in the blink of an eye. Only, the ship Scotty was jumping to still required going down the well. Effie rad. And then halfway down the well, things proceeded to go from worse to worker. Moaning and laying on the ground at the bottom of the well was losing some of its initial appeal, and Flash knew that it wasn't a permanent solution, anyway. Slowly coming back to his senses, he called back up the well." Like, what the hell, guys?! I like, don't think I broke my legs or anything, but, like, I'm in a lot of pain here, bros, and I'm starting to like, you know, have some like second thoughts. Can I at least get like, a ghost-zapper ray gun thing? Oh, and also this well is dry and huge. Like, multiple tunnels big. What should I, like, do?" "Hold on, I'm coming down."IOC: Rolling Athletics to climb down the well. Broken legs, here I come! (1d6)[3] A 'single minor positive effect', eh? Well, mine is not breaking anything. As Robert descends the well he slips and falls into the chamber. Being a fairly rotund individual he bounced a little straight past Flash and rolled down one of the passageways. He picked up a thin layer of goo all over himself. Yuck. This particular chamber is part of the slime infestation. Roll 3 Stress dice. Ouch. [Roll]3d6][/roll]Picking himself up from the floor, Robert looks around." Yep, this is definitely the place." Turning around and calling up the well to Hapsburg, he says"Found the source! Do we have belled, book and candle up there?" Fixing the roll [roll]3d6[/roll] What?(3d6)[3][1][5](9) Spoiler Hide Name: Captain Harrisburg* 'Hays' Barclay *pronounced haze-Brad Pending Stress Roll of 3 Academics: 2/2 Athletics: 3/3 Technology: 2/2 Contact: 1/2 Cool: 0/3 Talent: Military (retired) Current Franchise dice: 3 Name: Robert Jordan Academics: 2/3 Athletics: 0/1 Technology: 4/4 Contact: 0/1 Cool: 0/3 Talent: Computers Current Franchise dice: 4 Name: Scotty "Flash" Peterson Academics: 0/1 Athletics: 1/4 Technology: 2/2 Contact: 2/2 Cool: 0/3 Talent: Nimble Current Franchise Dice: 0 Name/Location: Inspect res, Bug scuffle California. Owner: Harrisburg Barclay Credit card (Technology): 1 Library card (Academics): 2 Gym card (Athletics): 1 Bank (Any skill roll, risky): 1 Ouch. I've knocked one off Robert's Academics, Athletics and Contact. Don't be scared of using the Bank and Cards dice. Sure they cost 1 to replace later but if they prevent you having to make a big stress roll you'll be better off in the long run. By the light of Flash's flashlight you see the goo in the room actively moving on its own. It's swirling and taking form. OCC: (D6)[1](D6)[4](D6)[2] Can I claim my Military Bonus on this? Dealing with a sudden disaster like this is the sort of stuff you have to get used to. Barclay is going to do his best to jump into Dougan and halt the runaway machine, and then, once the car is under control, he'll return to the well and help out his new employees. We'll say that you did those things after your vehicle was scratched because failed rolls are failed rolls. I was hurting something that I thought you cared about. If the military experience is relevant to the skill roll you can ask for it. Keeping cool under pressure is for cool dice. You'll get cool later I'm sure of it. This game is harder than I thought it would be but all you guys are having rotten luck too! I don't know if you've noticed, but the GM doesn't actually roll any dice... If you want me to roll Stress for you to save time you could ask me to do that. So Barclay rolled a 1 and loses 3 dice. I'll take 2 out of technology; you're thinking about the repair bill for Dougan, and 1 out of Academics; your head is swimming with the cries of your agents in the well. Scotty and Robert have both gone down the well now. You can hear Scotty lamenting the absence of a proton pack from the dark depths. Might speed play up a bit if you roll the stress tests, and we can then incorporate them into our next posts. Barclay made it to his battered machine. Now the Outside had even more dents, and the paint work, not bright and gleaming before, was scratched and dented. I hope that's covered under my insurance, Barclay thought to himself, as he checked it, not seeing anything could have caused the fault, but having made sure it was working again, he reached through into the back seats, and grabbed another of the kits he kept inside, this one, an essential he knew was well stocked. He walked back up to the well. They weren't screaming enough for it to be really serious.' You guys need a first aid kit?'he hollered down, into the blackness of the well.' Why the hell did you go down Robert? You're a Brave Man I'll give you that'Barclay examined the seals.' Can you see any flow or concentration to the goo?' Oh, it's flowing, bro. We've got some seriously intense flow here. It's kinda freaking me out a little. And what's the status on that ray gun, dude?"EDIT:I think, personally... superstitiously... that I'd prefer to roll my own dice. Especially since it won't actually speed things up for Plug to roll them. Since we'd have to wait for whomever the roll was for to react to it with a post, they may as well simply roll their own dice. Originally Posted by H Savvy EDIT:I think, personally... superstitiously... that I'd prefer to roll my own dice. Especially since it won't actually speed things up for Plug to roll them. Since we'd have to wait for whomever the roll was for to react to it with a post, they may as well simply roll their own dice. But when you guys lose dice to a stat I then need to post to say where it's lost from. If you can be responsible for that yourself then go for it. Physical injury should be dealt with by dropping athletics, being shaken up might affect academics, etc... Justify it. 'When we get back to the office, you can have Robert order you one off e-bay'Barclay had bodged together a single strand knotted rope ladder, and lashed it securely so that, at the very least, he'd be able to climb back up. He was impressed his newly hired computer guys attitude, going down an old well on his own, but there were important things they taught at Sandhurst, and more important ones a young officer got knocked into their head by old sergeants, one of them being, think before you stick your neck out.' Right, I'm coming down'he checked his pockets, his basic gear was there, but most importantly, head torch, pistol, and a small book of various prayers from each of the words major religions.OCC: Athletics Roll for coming down and then, the further success of his attempting to solve what's going on down there (D6)[6](D6)[6](D6)[5] Well, I call that pretty good :D Barclay free assailed down the side of the well with grace and ease, all most as if he'd been doing it for years... which he had. He landed with a splash, and was glad he'd gone for breathable boots in the hot California sun, that'd dry quickly once they got out. He flicked the head torch on, and joined the others at the tunnels.' Right lads, enjoying your first day as Inspectors Agents?' He looked at the situation... and considered. His first glances had been to check over the two guys, one new, and the other not exactly cut out for the physical side of the job. He was very relieved to see they were okay.' Dam, I was hoping we'd find the remains closer to main shaft of the well. But it seems as if we have a direction to follow. Robert, will you wait here and work on identifying the runes, signs and marks?he wiped away a patch of goo on the wall, to reveal that they continued even to this depth, into the seemingly natural tunnel.'I and Flash will continue on, and deal with this at it's source, but I'd appreciate having you back here in case...he let that trail off, not wanting to startle them, and considering the list of risks too long to be meaningful.' Keep an Eye peeled flash, for remains of some sort. And Robert, he turned to the tech geek'Give me a shout if you find anything that might be useful on the seals?, I'm sorry I got tetchy about sources earlier.' Poking at his ankle, Robert winces. "Sure." Digging into his laptop bag, he pulls out a book, peering at it in the dim light. Rolling... Technology, I guess, for my new old grimier. (4d6)[6][3][2][6](17)The title is incomprehensible, and the spine is fraying a little bit, but once Robert opens the books it really starts to look bad. The crayon all over the title page doesn't improve anyone's confidence, either. Robert, however, seems to be able to read it just fine, and pulls out a crayon that looks suspiciously like the one all over the book." Guys? We've got a problem..."==Confessional=="To be fair, I don't think anyone expected the well to be alive..."==== Spoiler Hide Name: Captain Harrisburg* 'Hays' Barclay *pronounced haze-Brad Academics: 1/2 Athletics: 3/3 Technology: 0/2 Contact: 1/2 Cool: 0/3 Talent: Military (retired) Current Franchise dice: 5 Name: Robert Jordan Academics: 2/3 Athletics: 0/1 Technology: 4/4 Contact: 0/1 Cool: 0/3 Talent: Computers Current Franchise dice: 5 Name: Scotty "Flash" Peterson Academics: 0/1 Athletics: 1/4 Technology: 2/2 Contact: 2/2 Cool: 0/3 Talent: Nimble Current Franchise Dice: 0 Name/Location: Inspect res, Bug scuffle California. Owner: Harrisburg Barclay Credit card (Technology): 1 Library card (Academics): 2 Gym card (Athletics): 1 Bank (Any skill roll, risky): 1 Ok guys you've earned all the franchise dice that this job has to offer. So Random Person, describe Robert finding out something crucial about the seals. Barclay and Flash use that information to resolve the situation. You can still roll dice, but they don't award franchise dice on successful rolls now. Flash has got to prove himself useful to Barclay (even if it's just fluffed) as Barclay made a confessional saying so. I apologize as I didn't share the helping rules yet: Declare that your guy is helping another character and say what they are doing to help. Roll your skill and observe the results. Donate one observed die to the player you are helping. The number on that die can be used by the character you are helping as their result. If you donate a 6, they are successful, if you donate a 4, the player rolls their own dice and if the 4 is still the highest they use the 4 result. The dice you have left in front of you determine your own level of success to the helping action you. The helper never earns franchise dice from this roll. Edit: Oh wow I got ninja'd by RP's edit... Ohh! How exciting! The well almost moves a little as it laughs at the three of you with a deep "Oh ho ho!" 'Well.... Barcham said, with surprising calm for someone who's realized he's inside a supernatural organism'...this is awkward'he tried desperately to remember anything from his days at Uni that might help solve this case. Except it was solved. It just wasn't resolved.' I don't suppose there's anything we could do for you is there?' Barcham said, keeping his voice as steady as he could.' We are appointed by the new inhabitant of the land above. He wishes to resolve the motion of your goo into his cellar. What Might you wish that we could provide.'*Confessional*Ominous Laughter is almost always a sign of Intellect. -Prof. Doom's lectures in 2nd year An echo from Hay's question rang out... as if it was being considered." Music..." The deep cavern seemed to groan. "The house plays bad music..." The goo seemed to swell and materialize with the vibrations of the cavern's voice. Scotty was riding the razor's edge. His nerves were frayed, and he was pretty sure one of his arms was sprained or something. Being inside a giant laughing well was fast pushing him beyond his limits. He was thinking about trying to make a quick break for the rope ladder, anything to just get out of there. But then the well spoke. And while normally that would have been just exactly the sort of thing that would have pushed him over the edge and scrambling up the rope, thewordsthat the well spoke stopped him dead in his tracks. Here was something he could relate to." I KNOW! Joey has the absolute worst taste in music ever. God, what a useless jerk. I mean, Vito wasn't exactly cutting edge in his taste, but he at least had taste. Now it's all this easy listening muzak light jazz CRAP! I have to wear headphones at work just to make it through the day with my sanity. ...actually..." Flash slips the headphones from around his neck where they hung, and sets them on the ground of the well. Unclipping his Walkman from his belt, he cranks the volume to max and presses play." Yo. Well-ghost dude! Feast your ears on this. This track is so fresh. You're going to flip!" A loud blast of west-coast hip-hop pours out of the headphones, echoing through all the tunnels. The mysterious goo starts to pulse in time with the beat, and then, slowly, recede into the depths of the well. The entire well moved to the hip hop beats. The mouth of the well relaxed into almost a conical shape. This amplified the music, carrying it up to Big Joey at the top." What's going on down there?" yelled Joey with his nasal voice. "Did you zap it already? And what's with the music?" That's pretty much mission accomplished. The pacing is kind of built into the game so when the franchise dice are nearly full make moves that you can describe winning with if you are successful. So we'll conclude the scene with Big Joey then follow that with some downtime. To recover your stats you need to spend the franchise dice you earned on vacation. Hays lost 4 out of stats in total. So Alan, if you choose to spend 4 on vacation you'll be fully healed, and it'll take a week or so. You'll then have 1 remaining die to put into the library/gym/credit cards or bank. Robert lost 3 from his stats. Random person, if you spend 3 dice of your 5 on recovery we can call that a long weekend. You'll then have 2 dice to improve the franchise with. Unfortunately Scotty has lost dice too but has no money to his name for time off. So you'll be going into the next mission injured. It takes the course of a few missions like that for me to kill you off :p. You should spend the cards and the bank dice to augment your rolls. That's what it's there for. Does everyone want to play the next mission? If you want to sit out and come back in later than that's no problem. Darvon_35 has messaged me asking if he can join in? What do you guys say? Sure, that sounds good. Can I give Scotty my extra die? I am his employer, and I did throw him down the well. IF it's cool with everyone, this evening I'll post up a jump ahead to us in the office wrapping up this mission and establishing the firm. I have no problem with adding in another player, but we might need more office space. Barcham Climbed hand over hand up the rope ladder, and hauled himself out into the daylight. He began setting up the winch on Dougan again, to assist Robert in making it out of the pit.' Well, we've fixed the problem, however, due to enviroacoustical vibrations emanating from your own astheticmuso choices, it might reoccur. If it do, you can use these coupons and there'll be no call out fee, we'll keep your records on file.' Barcham pressed a slightly bedraggled Inspect res leaflet into Big Joey's hand.' But I see no chance of any major issues and your basement should now be completely clear.' Barcham moved onto his beloved Landover, inspecting the scrapes and damage. Fortunately, it was just cosmetic damage, and he didn't love Dougan for her beauty.' Now I'll just retrieve my employee's...' Employee's?' Asked Big Joey 'I only paid for the two-person call out, I don't want any extra charges.'' Oh, no extra charge, He's a new guy, just hired'Scotty poked his head over the parapet.' Ah, here comes my new executive field assistant and senior equipment logistical... give me a hand with the winch, help the Analyst in Chief out of the well' I actually reread the rules on recovery last night and found out that you can spend Bank dice on recovery too. So Savvy can choose heal up Scotty by 1, but it'll cost that Bank die left over from the mission. If I let you share dice then we'd totally lose the potential element of the franchise outgrowing the bedraggled employees. And that's a good conflict that I don't want to disable. Scotty blinks at Joey and Hapsburg for a minute." Oh, did I forget to mention?" Scotty asks, gingerly clambering out of the well, favoring one arm." This ghost dude offered me a sick ghost job, and I'm taking it. Bite me, Joey. You can take your crummy job, your angry tyrannical rants, and your lousy music and shove it. I quit!"((So, I think that I would like to take that 1 die to recover a point of physical. Considering that I'm the one on the team who actually put points into it, I feel like it may come in handy... Thoughts?)) Big Joey furrowed his brow and adjusted his pork pie hat." Hays, keep your employee in line else bad word of mouth'll spread." He crumpled the flyer and stuffed it into his jacket pocket." I want to check my basement and if it's clear I'll get out my check book. If not." He twisted his mouth up into a sneer at Scotty. The basement was clear and after being told to keep his light jazz to a minimum he was a satisfied customer. Savvy, I think that's a good choice. It's a team resource, you can call it. OCC: Well, in that case, I'll spend my leftover point to put some more money back in the savings account. Huzzah! Time Jump'Well Team, I think we've earned this'Barclay said, as he passed out the drinks. The Check had cleared, the first months rent and payroll looked like they were going to be made, and the word would soon get around that they'd successfully done the job, and on the same day they were called out. The Office was looking good. His own desk set up well, a sample of goo and the case file locked away in the storage cupboard, and Robert and Scotty sharing the other desk were just putting their own touches of personalization to their work space.' Now all we need to do is wait for the next customer' ((I'm going to go for it))Scotty was pretty pleased with himself. He'd finally ditched that awful job working for Joey (which had once been a decent but enjoyable job working for Vito), he'd landed an exciting new job fighting the supernatural, and despite the fact that one of his arms was going to be in a sling for the next few weeks, he wasn't in any pain anymore, and he'd sustained no serious injuries. He grabbed the proffered drink from his new boss with his off-hand. Cracking it open, he settled into his new chair at his new desk. Oh, yeah... things were really looking up now. If his luck kept up, maybe The Acid Drop Action Heroes (his current band) would catch their big break... Yeah. And maybe hell's having a particularly cold day today... Still, he reflected as he sipped his beverage, things were good. He was going to like it here. The phone rang. It was Kevin Oxford." Hey, it's Kevin from the agency, I've just had a guy sign the opt-out clause and I thought of you. He's very professional looking, seems smart. If you aren't busy I could send him over for an interview. His name is Jay Barton." Spoiler Hide Couldn't find an IOC thread for this, so was assuming you just did it in spoilers. I'm here and ready to join as Jay Bertrand, suave speak guy extraordinaire. Think I'm just waiting for my character to be introduced a little more or for them to take the call/accept the interview, then he'll come in. Oh also, I'm really looking forward to playing, so thank you all for letting me join in the game. I really appreciate it. Well, we usually use Gray/Grey for IOC. Nevertheless, welcome! Pull up a sofa! Robert was already on his laptop before the phone was off the hook. His boss might not approve of any illegal activity, but he couldn't disapprove if he didn'tknow, now, could he? At any rate, it was child's play to pull up a database and tap the phone line. Jay Barton, Jay Barton..." Well, who is it?" 'We're getting another new guy from the Agency, Kevin say's he'll be here any minute'Barclay packed his pipe, and in flagrant disregard of the anti-smoking legislation, puffed up a good bowl. He leaned his chair back, and propped his bots up on the desk.OCC: Welcome aboard. Jay Bertrand knocked on the door and then strode into the place with his usual air of confidence masking his usual air of unsteadiness, but nonetheless he strode in and looked around. As he entered he nodded in greeting as he put up his hand to wave hi, then looking confused, perhaps at himself, he said." Hi Kevin, sent me over for an interview. I hope this is the right place." Then without being asked he took a seat in front of Barclay's desk. Barclay swept aside the paperwork he'd been doing when the new hire came in. Confident, Self assured, even if his sense of manners had an American's, particularly a Yank Civilian's sensibilities,'Certainly Is Mr?....' So, You've signed all the waivers?.... What experience do you have with the supernatural?... Any other relevant skills?...' "Bertrand, Jay Bertrand." He said as he stuck out his hand to shake Barclay's, as he smiled." Yes that's correct Kevin had me sign all the waivers, although some seemed a little unnecessary, if I might say so. I mean what's with the balding waiver? I surely hope we won't be doing anything that causes that." He says as he runs his fingers through his hair, almost on instinct." Well I can't say I've ever really dealt with the supernatural hands on, nor can I say I'm the most technologically savvy or athletic guy. But I have done extensive reading on the supernatural and various other subjects. He pauses for a moment, but only a moment." As well as, well I'm not sure how to put this, but everyone just can't seem to get enough of me." As he stops talking he once again flashes an extremely pearly white smile. Barclay would have sworn he could have heard the Ting from those Pearlie, as the glinted in the California sunshine. The Man was confident, overconfident, and normally such cockiness Barclay would find as arrogance, particularly as he was overused to English understatement. But in Jay, it actually worked, the guy had a real charisma. Perfect.' Well, excellent. Everyone starts on a two-week contract, and then we see how it works out. Let me introduce you to the team''This is Scotty'He indicated the athletic individual rocking out to some music on his headphones,'He's head of Equipment Transport and my executive field assistant''Robert, our Analyst in Chief' He indicated the only other man in the room, who was working busily on something Barclay felt he was better off not knowing behind his computer.' Now, first things first, we'll have to get you set up with a work space. Scotty, can you dig out the folding desk from the storage cupboard? And Then we'll set you up with the phone. From what you say about yourself, I'll try you as our head of extracorporate communications' About an hour after Jay's arrival a rather timid lady knocked at the door. She poked her head inside. "Hi, is this the right place? Inspect res, you do ghosts, right? MMM, well... I have this mirror... a mirror in my house, and it scares me." She had a pushchair containing an infant and another young girl of about 4 years old stood beside her. The two children stayed very quiet and well-behaved as they looked around the room at the ceilings and furniture." When it first scared me I replaced the mirrored glass. The new glass hasn't helped either. In fact, it cracked, but it's the exact same crack as the last glass had. And I see bad things in it. The reflection doesn't always match the things in the room." So all agents are in. This job is worth 14 franchise dice. Random Person, please designate the 5 franchise dice you earned to healing up and improving the franchise cards/bank. Let's try to keep to the three rough phases: Investigation, Procuring stuff to deal with the problem, Dealing with the problem. We can only do the "I pull out a new item from my back pocket" so many times before it gets old, although you can do that with a confessional, but confessionals are limited to one per scene. Edit: And MAJOR props for starting with an interview. I'd start every session of everything with an interview if I had my way. I love the characterization they can achieve. We all know a lot about Jay now from the answers. We also firm up our understanding of Hays by his reactions and choice of questions. Jay smiled once again,"Two weeks sounds great, although I am hoping to be here for the long haul." Then saying hi and introducing himself to the rest of the crew he went to sit as his desk and get settled in when the woman arrived. Well, I've spent three on healing up. The remaining two... Well, I suppose it couldn't hurt Robert to spend a bit more time in the gym. Robert, a-tinkering away on his computer, glanced up as the woman described the problem." Sounds bad. I've heard of a few cases like that. Have you thought of just removing or selling the mirror?" Spoiler Hide Name: Captain Harrisburg* 'Hays' Barclay *pronounced haze-Brad Academics: 2/2 Athletics: 3/3 Technology: 2/2 Contact: 2/2 Cool: 0/3 Talent: Military (retired) Current franchise dice: 0 Name: Robert Jordan Academics: 3/3 Athletics: 1/1 Technology: 4/4 Contact: 1/1 Cool: 0/3 Talent: Computers Current Franchise dice: 0 Name: Scotty "Flash" Peterson Academics: 1/1 Athletics: 4/4 Technology: 2/2 Contact: 2/2 Cool: 0/3 Talent: Nimble Current Franchise Dice: 0 Name: Jay Barton Academics: 3/3 Athletics: 1/1 Technology: 1/1 Contact: 4/4 Cool: 0/3 Talent: Good looking Current Franchise dice: 0 Franchise: Inspect res, Bug scuffle California. Total worth: 7 Credit card (Technology): 1 Library card (Academics): 2 Gym card (Athletics): 3 Bank (Any skill roll, risky): 1 Mission Completion: 0/14 "Hamm, no I haven't ever considered getting rid of it... I guess it's just been there so long that I just accepted it was always there..." She thinks a while. She opens up a notebook and writes a note for herself to get rid of the mirror. The notebook has very few pages left, most of which have been torn out." I think I will throw out the mirror. Thank you for your time." Jay seems to perk up from the little work he was doing of arranging his empty desk when he heard they had a perspective client. Almost jumping from his seat he rushes forward to greet the woman as she starts to head for the door,"Nonsense! Why would you want to throw out a wonderful mirror like that? You've come to just the right place indeed. We can fix this mirror of yours no problem, I'm sure." As he continues to talk, a smile stays spread across his face the entire time." Of course... we'll have to do some research into what's going on and anything with a crack in it's going to cost extra. I mean I'm sure you understand, it's not like we're dealing with something brand new, these things have extra cost. Oh, and of course there could be collateral damage, but I mean that's to be expected, when everything's not technically already in one piece in the first place, right?" He stops to take in a breath of air before continuing, without letting her respond,"Just give that good man over there your information, and we'll get right on your case. Oh, and of course we'll probably have to ask you a few more questions at some point, I'm sure that'll be ok, right?" As he finishes he points over at Barclay and smiles one of his prize winning doozies. Let me know if that would take a contact (persuasion roll). Still trying to get my head around the game system a little. If it do, I'll roll up and will of course put in her reply based on my roll. What are you trying to do? It seems like you are trying to stop her from walking away. Sure you can roll for it, but the job itself is not at stake. If you fail she'll leave but will later be back under a different set of circumstances. If you succeed, feel free to name her, it seems I've not given her a name yet. Ok what I thought, why I didn't roll. I wasn't really trying to accomplish anything other than yeah having her stay. I figured she'd be back if she did leave, but Jay wouldn't let a perspective customer walk away... not his style. Just was making sure, I know the game is heavily based on player interaction and writing up stuff, so I didn't want to come out of the gate lacking. I'd rather jump the gun, as they say, then be left behind. Hope that makes sense Edit: Dang your ninja Edits. Ok will roll up to keep her to stay and name her and everything, if I succeed* and going to be a double post, since I can't edit in a roll, so sorry for that. Contacts: (4d6)[4][1][2][4](11)Miss Leopold turned and looked at Jay and then back to Barclay, "My, you do have very enthusiastic employees now, don't you? I guess I could stay, and we could talk about my mirror some more, but I don't like all this talk about extras?" She walked back to Barclay's desk, pushing Jay out of her way as he fell back from her surprising strength, sprawling himself across the floor, his usual smile no longer on his face." I swear these days it's all extra this and extra that. Back in my day when you hired someone to fix a spooky old cracked mirror, they did it and did it right the first time. No fuss, no muss." She continued as she sat down in front of the desk. "So now... how about we talk about my mirror and perhaps price?" This time as she talked, she smiled, a smile that seemed very similar to a certain someone's doozy. 'Well Miss'Barclay puffed on his pipe, He knew the best way to play this. The American's loved the classic British officer act, and combined with a bit of Sherlock Holmes imagery, their confidence was soon won.' Jay here is new, and is just trying to prove to his boss what a helpful bloke he can be' 'Now, Sit down, we'll get you a good Cup of Tea'Barclay directed her attention to the slightly temperamental machine, and while her gaze was turned, motioned desperately for someone to give her a chair, and smoothly changed back, as she turned.OCC I guess by now I'll need to roll for contacts, as I might not pull this off. (d6)[1](d6)[1] Continued in next post. But Barclay's desperate motions dragged her eye's back around, and he realized hiss wave act completely failed.' Sorry Miss, I'm afraid we're all rather new, we haven't yet really got organized for visitors.*Confessional* It was then that I realized, that bloody drinks machine needed a repair man, or to be thrown out What were you trying to do? I need to know what you were attempting in order to understand what is happening in the game. I need to complicate your lives using the coffee machine... Furthermore, I was going to get her sat down, feeling more comfortable, and then go over the price list (Deposit camp; Retainer upfront, and then Expenses + Danger money after the job) over the hot beverage of her choice. Furthermore, I was then going to interview her on the mirror, in particular it's history, origin, and any connections she has to it. Furthermore, I was also going to get details for Rob to run his computer wizardry on, see if he could find out anything. "Mommy, I don't like that sound" said little Esther. She was of course referring to an almighty gurgle sound coming from the coffee machine." Don't worry sweetie, we were just leaving." said Lara Leopold. The noise grew louder." Make it stop!" yelled little Esther. The coffee machine then rose up on one side until it fell over. With a quiet crash against some files it came to rest. And it slowly bled coffee from all its orifices and groaned as if asking for the sweet release of death." Oh my god! What just happened? Why should I trust any of you? You can't even keep your own office free of... whatever does those things!" Oh my goodness! Unexpected spooky activity, and she's upset with you, I think we'll call that a Stress roll of 1 die for everyone. If you lose dice you'll lose them from Contact. Spoiler Hide {table]|Stress roll chart - Pick the lowest result 6 |Cool. You suffer no loss and gain a Cool die. 5 |Blasé. You suffer no loss. 4 |Annoyed. 1-die penalty to you next skill roll. 3 |Stressed. Lose a die from an appropriate skill. 2 |Frazzled. Lose 2 dice from an appropriate skill or 1 die from 2 skills. 1 |Meltdown. Lose skill dice equal to stress dice rolled. Lose any cool.[/table] (1d6)[3](3)Thank goodness that I don't have many in the first place. EDIT: And now I don't have any. Now, let's do some investigatin'. I assume that my trusty laptop is now a fixture? I'm rolling Academics, with my specialty die, to find out what the hell is going on. (4d6)[1][3][4][1](9) EDIT: Nice. A 'mostly positive' result with a single stuff-up. Robert didn't move, completely ignoring the hot coffee splashing across his shirt. His fingers blurred across the keyboard, the rest of his body entirely motionless." We're in trouble. This is a full-on poltergeist, itinerant to boot. It's frying my external connections as fast as I can build them... Damn. I'm cut off from the outside. I managed to pull down a few files, and it's not looking good: apparently this is a semiregular occurrence with a frequency proportional to the quantity of metatemporal disturbance along the 1,3,7-trimethyl-1H-purine-2,6(3H,7H)-done frequency. In layman's terms, it doesn't like coffee. Thus far, there have been no survivors without significant psychological scarring." Stress test: (1d6)[6]Jay hadn't been there long and already things were quickly crashing out of control... literally!" Oh no, no I'm sure it's nothing quite so dire Robert. You don't want to frighten our customers, now, do you? I bet it's nothing more than an electrical outlet blowing out or surging." A cool calm smile was spread across his face as he tried to keep the situation under whatever control he could"Now please Miss Leopold, I assure you were are professionals, and you came to us with a problem did you not? We are more than capable of handling this problem, let us help you.". As he finished speaking the smile had turned from that of a charming prince to that of genuine concern, both for the client and for his new job. Stress Test: (D6)[3]Barclay though, had caught a glimpse, a flicker of something in the polished surface of the drinks machine. Academics Roll to make some connection between the flicker, and the information Robert found: (D6)[3] (D6)[4] So that's a point lost from Contact, again. And a Moderate success.' Robert, I think you might be right about an Itinerant poltergeist, but I'm not sure if it's after the coffee.' Barcham came round the desk, putting his pipe down and inspecting the fallen coffee machine, that had finally stopped moving and leaking. With a grunt of effort he righted it.' Miss?he looked at the prospective customer.' I think you might have a real situation on hand. I think it's very important that my team and I inspect the mirror, particularly if it's advanced enough to be propagating into a new media, and particularly if it doesn't want you seeing anyone about getting help'He indicated the split coffee.'Oh, my' Said the woman in shock, gripping her children hand a little tighter and edging away from the spill even more.' I'm afraid that supernatural effects have been known to pass from reflective surface to reflective surface.' He dragged his chair round to her side, and perched on the desk while offering her a seat, flicked out a note pad mostly for the look of it, and ceremoniously took up his pipe again.' Miss, if you are concerned about price, I can assure you our rates are reasonable and affordable. But before we get to that, I should ask you some questions. If we work out the answer or solution just from that, then there'll be no charge.' He puffed, realized his pipe was out and didn't care to relight it.' Now, This mirror. Is it a Family Heirloom? Do you have a date for it? Any information on previous owners?' 'Well no, It's just always been there. I can't remember a time when it wasn't there''And you replaced the glass when? And how soon did the Crack reappear?'' About 6 weeks ago I replaced the glass, and then, it was a week later I noticed the Crack was back again''I'm hesitant to ask you this miss' Well, actually he wasn't, but it was part of the persona,'Can you tell me anything about these bad things you've seen in the mirror?' The poor woman looked so afraid, and upset, Barclay wished he really had been hesitant about asking, and he put down his note pad.' Miss, we charge a Flat retainers fee 1st day in advance minimum deposit. And we then have danger money and expenses to be settled later. Let us settle this problem for you?' Contacts Roll for that to close the sale and get us the job, [roll]D6[/roll] Can I ask for assistance OCC? Jay, this is what you're hired for :D. IOC: Of course! Been waiting to be able to help out with a contact roll. Helping Barchart w/ Contacts: (4d6)[3][4][5][4](16) Jay is trying to be calm while reassuring the frightened woman, but still urging that this obvious issue needs to be handled and taken care of by professionals and that our rates are very, very reasonable. Edit: Hmm I see a 6 means success, a 4 means you have to roll yourself for Barclay, but can use my 4, I have no idea what 5 does. To help him you donate him a die from the pool you've just rolled. You cannot earn franchise dice yourself whilst helping. You could donate him the 5 so that Barclay is guaranteed to get at least a 5 and will definitely earn 1 franchise die. But then you will have to accept a 4 for yourself and describe your own humorous/detrimental side effect. You could donate a 4 instead. And keep the 5 for yourself. This means you get to narrate your own success, but you don't earn a franchise die. Barclay would then be stuck with the humorous/detrimental side effect if his roll doesn't exceed the 4. But at least he won't fail. A six is a success described by the player and the player earns 2 franchise dice bringing the mission closer to its conclusion. A five is also a success described by the player. The player earns 1 franchise die that progresses the mission. They are pretty much both successes, but one earns more dice. Ok I'll donate a 5 to him so we can get one of those precious franchise dice! As if almost on cue as Barclay attempted to close the deal with Miss Leopold, suddenly the coffee machine began to rattle once more. This time however sparks began the fly from its buttons, like tiny fire works, skittering and bouncing off the office floor, sending everyone scattering backwards. Uhh... Jay stammered for a moment, completely caught off guard." I think Barclay's right. Whatever it is that is haunting your mirror is here in this office and doesn't like the idea of you hiring us. So in fact I think that means you should hire us, and right away." He tried to smile one of his amazing smiles to calm the mood as the coffee machine finally seemed to settle down, hopefully for good. Good choice. Alan has a success to narrate. Also note that by rolling a 6 on your stress die earlier you acquired a point of Cool so you always ignore the lowest die rolled for stress. You can spend it to add a die to any roll or heal up a lost skill point during a mission. Okay, so my contacts roll, only matters if I get a 6 right? (d6)[4] How do people feel about splitting up? It'd make sense to me in character right now, but obviously, I'm only the boss IC, not OC, Plug? Guys? Think we can handle it, teams of two or maybe Barclay and Scotty as the field team investigating the mirror, Robert holding the fort and dealing with the poltergeist, and Jay investigating the antique repair guy who replaced the glass? Hey, two teams are no problem. I'm totally behind that. After you're done with the investigation phase you can get back together for the suiting up, making a plan and kickin' some ass phases. Or it might be that you need to kick ass in two places at once... I'm definitely fine with splitting up. Jay isn't afraid of no ghosts! Sure. After all, how hard can it be? Sorry, got really slammed at work this week. Feeling a bit behind in the game... Stress Roll: (1d6)[4]The coffee machine started acting up, wailing in an unholy and unsettling manner. It was just a coffee machine, but still, in this business... A ghostly coffee machine could be just as dire as ghostly anything else, as far as Scotty was concerned. Then again, now no one would be asking him to get them coffee... Looks like I'll be losing a die in my next roll. Nothing to say yet. Scotty's still adjusting to his new job, and doesn't want to say something stupid and get fired on his first day. Okay, using the 5 donated from Jay. Yay, 1st franchise dice!. And Scotty, I assume the business has been around a little longer than a day, so it's no longer your first day on the job. Maybe your first week?' Well, let me take a look at that'. Miss Leopold began to scan the contract, a standard form for all Inspect ere's franchises, She quickly leafed through the disclaimers and checked the price list 'Oh well this is not hi.... she trailed off looking at the possible expenses claims and liability limits.' Well, you are the only ones in several counties who can deal with this' and she signed on the line with a flourish.' Well Miss, we'll get right on it, what would be a convenient time for me and my Field Assistant to call and see the mirror?'' Well, I simply must get my little ones to ballet class. However, from Three 15 I'll be able to let you into the house.' Her tone made it clear that she considered them her workmen now she had filled out the direct debit deposit form, and it reminded Barclay of a School Mary he recalled for his days as a boarder, instructing a builder to come in 'By the Tradesman's Entrance, And Only by the tradesman's entrance'.' Certainly Miss, 15:15 it is. She didn't hold a hand out to shake, but gathered her off spring, who had waited suspiciously well-behaved, presumably to their dance classes. They looked neither pleased, nor unhappy, the just... Were whisked off out of the office.' Right me lads'Barclay said, plonking into his chair.' We have a Job to do' 'Robert'he swiveled in the chair to face his Analyst in chief and technical wizard'Can you track down the poltergeist that got the coffee machine? And Call a repair man? The radio still hasn't arrived, but if anything vital comes up, you can ring Scotty's mobile phone. 'He turned again, swiveling to pick up his pipe, and striking a match to light it.' Scotty, we'll be prepping Dougan, and getting ready to investigate that mirror, You still won't get a ray gun, but fill your pistol with holy water.OCC: I'll assist Scotty in his tech roll for this, to represent company issue kit, but he has to go out and select it. (d6)[6](d6)[1]Like an evil overlord, but without the cat, he turned on the chair again.' Jay, I want you to use your best feature'he picked up his notes'Find the antique restorer she used to replace the glass. She didn't remember the name, and paid in cash, but there can't be that many in the county' Jay nods in agreement,"Right boss!" And with his usual smile spread across his face he's off!... to his nearby desk grabbing a phone book on the way. With a slight flourish and lots of panache he sits down and starts to thumb through the phone book. Academics ("re"searching for antique restorers): (3d6)[6][3][5](14)Almost within minutes of sitting down and starting he's already making calls around to the various antique restorers he's found in the phone book and as luck would have it the very first one he calls seems to be the right one." Ah hi, yes..." He pauses for a second, trying to form the question in his head." I was hoping you could help me with a slight problem I've been having. You see my mother has this mirror..." But before he can continue he's cut off... by the sweetest sounding woman he's ever heard."Oh, no! Not that thing again! I don't want to ever see that mirror again in my life. It gave me the creepiest willies you've ever seen. Tell her to throw it out, I'm not fixing it again!" The woman shrills back at him through the phone. Smiling as best he can and trying to stay calm,"No, no dear lady you misunderstand me. I'm not calling because I want you to fix it again, I'm calling because I'd like more information on the mirror. You see, you already fixed it once and the mirror is just perfect. In fact, it's beyond perfect, it's a masterpiece, such a masterpiece we were looking to sell it, but unfortunately we don't know enough about the mirror to do so. So I was hoping I could come by your store, and we could discuss what you know about this mirror." Jay smiles again, a smile the woman on the other end can actually feel radiating through the phone. She's taken aback for a second, as she tries to compose herself, it's obvious she's already flatters."Oh, well if that's the case, why didn't you say so right away? Of course, you can come down to the shop. I'll see you soon and from the sound of you... I can't wait!.... just uh... don't bring the mirror ok? Furthermore, I don't want to see that thing every again in my lifetime." And with a simply, but outstanding"ok"Jay's off the phone and already heading out the door." Looks like I've got a lead boss, I'll be back soon." Then turning and looking at Robert quickly, his normal pearly white smiles mattered across his face,"Good luck holding down the fort and with that poltergeist sounding thing around here, I mean that literally." And without another word he's off.IOC I didn't roll for contacts when talking to her yet because I didn't want to go through any more franchise dice wins. Seemed unfair for me to roll twice for it in one post and possibly gain that many, especially when I'd like to give other people the chance to first. I'm sure once I get to the antique place I'll be rolling contacts to get the information out of her anyway. Oh, and if I didn't need to roll for academics for the phone book that's fine too, and we can ignore that. I wasn't sure so I threw that in there and responded off it. Originally Posted by Alan 'Scotty, we'll be prepping Dougan, and getting ready to investigate that mirror, You still won't get a ray gun, but fill your pistol with holy water. OCC: I'll assist Scotty in his tech roll for this, to represent company issue kit, but he has to go out and select it. [roll0][roll1] Alan, would you like to donate the 6 or the 1 to Scotty? Keeping the six allows you to describe yourself opening the racks and issuing the stuff (Scotty will have to roll to make sure he doesn't break it) but it won't be worth any franchise dice as you are helping. He might roll his own 6. He could even use Credit Card dice! Alternatively you can keep the 1 to ensure Scotty is well armed and contributing to the team. But Barclay? He'll suffer a complication. I love doing the devil on the shoulder bit. That's what Going is all about! Darvon, it's ok. We'll keep it as it is. Skills can be a little nebulous... Mixing a potion to make someone better? Probably academics. Mixing a cocktail to get close to the girl in the bar? Probably contact. Mixing a Molotov cocktail to blow something up? Probably technology. It's all about intent. Make it clear what you want to accomplish. And make it known how you're doing it. An answer usually forms. 'He can have the six, I'll take the one. Will it apply to all Barclay's gear, or just his own water pistol, or what have you? Oh well, guess I'll find out. Jay strolls down the couple of blocks towards the luckily, close antique shop, whistling to himself the entire way. Perhaps he was in a good mood about his fortunate luck in finding the place so fast, or perhaps he was just trying to mask his nerves, either way he whistled a jaunty little tune to pass the time. As he got closer to the address he had written down before setting off, he started paying more attention to the buildings along the way, his eyes darting to and fro looking for this shop. Then finally he spotted it. A tiny little hole-in-the-wall shop, barely visible, as it was sandwiched between two buildings. Its entrance was down some steps, which he navigated with caution. As he pushed the door opened and entered the common, but this time almost eerie sound of entry bells jangled above and behind him to the right. He held back a shudder and as if almost on cue.... Spoiler Hide Rolling contacts for the next part as it'll all be one big interview and this roll will shape everything from this point on. Contacts:(5d6)[1][2][6][1][5](15) (+1 for good-looking!) a very cute woman stood up from behind some tables, where it was obvious she had been rearranging some items." Hi, can I help you with anything?" She asked, a slight smile visible as she moved closed to accommodate Jay." Yes, hi. I called a little bit ago in regard to my mother's mirror." He almost didn't manage to the get the words out of his mouth before she cut him off."Oh, good heavens' no! That mirror creeped me out for days after I finished repairing it. I suggest you throw it out at once, that's the only sensible thing to do." Jay smiled, one of his calming, simply sweet smiles,"Trust me, I know it's quite a creepy mirror, but please I need to know anything and everything you know about it. The mirror is very dear to my mother, and she would just be heartbroken if she had to part with it. Anything you could tell me would help, and I promise you'll never see or hear mention of this mirror again." The woman smiled back, almost as if taken in by Jay's charm." Well if that's the case...." She said as she twirled her hair with her finger." I guess I could help you out with it, but just this once and I never want anything to do with that mirror again! It's evil I tell you, pure, simply evil!" It was clear to Jay the woman was still losing her cool despite his best efforts to calm her." Perhaps if you just started at the beginning and told me everything you know, you could get it off your chest, and you'd feel better about the whole thing?"" Well you see, your mother brought in the mirror and right away I recognized that there was something weird about it. No. Not weird, spooky, perhaps evil. Actually both! You see it's not the glass that's in the mirror that makes a mirror, it's the frame. And that frame..."the woman shuddered, as Jay could tell she was picturing the mirror in her mind." You see I accepted the job since I figured it'd be an easy one. I replace hundreds of mirror glass a month and I figured this one would be no different, boy was I wrong. Every time I replaced the glass, within an hour I'd come back and the newly replaced glass would have this crack in it, right down the middle of the mirror. Now first I thought I had tightened the frame too tight and cracked it myself, but after the third, forth, fifth time I knew it wasn't me, it was the mirror, and it was the same exact crack." The woman sighed, trying to catch her breath as she explained all this to Jay." Then... that's when I got smart. I did some research on the mirror. I figured maybe there was a trick or a certain way I had to replace the glass. Maybe I was just making a mistake? You know, something simple, something silly? So I started to look into those awful pictures and designs on the frame and that's when what I found out horrified me even more... the mirror, that mirror is the Mayan Sun God's, sacrificial mirror of death. And there it was, a picture of it, in a four hundred-year-old book, with that same crack down the middle. That did it for me. I called up your mother told her her mirror was fixed, fixed it minutes before she came in and gave it to her before it would break again. I just wanted it gone"The woman was shaking now and visibly terrified. Jay nodded and smiled once more." Thank you for your time, and I'm sorry to have to put you through all that again. I won't bother you again, and please know you've been more than helpful." And with a wave and a smile he was off, heading back to the office, as a jaunty tune once again reverberated throughout the streets.IOC: Sorry for the length, just wanted to make up for my couple of days of not posting and figured one fell swoop was a good way to do it. Sorry for the double post, my previous one didn't seem to update that the thread had been updated. I think it was because I got a 502 error or something Okay... so... do I still need to make a tech roll if Barclay donated a 6 to me? Like.... I automatically get 6 now, right? Alan, what are you trying to do? I know you are helping Savvy, but I don't know how you are helping. Can you please describe what you wanted to do? How about Barclay accidentally gives Scotty his own personal credit card to order the gear he wants from a catalog? Savvy, don't worry about rolling. Describe how you get what you want... But probably after Alan's post. Tech Roll for the Water gun filled with holy water that I was giving to Scotty, as we still have no ray gun. That was all, I'm sorry if it's been a source of confusion, I was rolling an assist as I don't know what sort of water pistols Scotty would get. I rolled an assist because Barclay gave company money for Scotty, if you want to rule it's Barchart own Credit Card, and take that as my own penalty, well, I guess that'd be fair enough, and a laugh :D Can't blame Scotty if Barclay gave him the wrong card. Savvy gets to pick out his own intent for his roll. He can't get a ray gun, but he can describe his own success at getting something pretty sweet. But there's no need to roll. We'll go with "the Barclay mixes up his credit cards" and I'll describe the fallout of that bit later.

Inspectres - Bugscuffle, CA

Pathfinder_ The War of the Lions!!

It was an era of peace and harmony, The five great nations of the world of Gaia were at peace with each other. The even of Mistrial stayed in their own country, deep inside nightmare woods, they did not wish to take any part of anything coming their way so they just maintained a trade peace with the rest of the kingdoms not to involve themselves in war matters unless it is absolutely necessary. The dwarves and Halflings of the kingdom of Tarsus had total partnership with the alliance, lending a helping hand whenever needed. The Gnomes of Milan with all of their inventions and curiosity also maintained both trade and war agreement to the alliance. And finally the humans of Lariat, the leaders of the alliance and center of all, ruled by the king Alexis Roma. The era of the alliance as it was called ruled for many years, the people were now at peace and most of the races were friendly with each other. However, as all alliance and all kingdoms there are some who only see to wish death and agony, and that is the case of the High necromancer Ironic, banished from going outside his tower by a curse he is slowly gaining allies to form a war, the only thing that can stop him is for a sword to be hidden long enough for the kingdoms to find a way to kill the necromancer or his knights. High king Alexis now summons six soldiers to serve under him directly, to hide the sword and maintain it on the move in case the armies of Ironic decide to attack a kingdom. Now it’s up to you to hide the sword, keep the armies of Ironic from getting their hands on it and prevent world destruction.----------------------------------------------------------It’s Sunday morning, the human kingdom is at ease, the town is filled with festivities for the day of souls, a day when the humans celebrate the ones who passed away and give them tribute by drinking and partying. The streets are filled with people from all walks of life just hanging out and celebrating the day together, a few knights watching over the streets also are enjoying the sites, the day of souls is a day everybody respects so in this day on this kingdom nothing will be expected to happen. The king is with his queen on the huge castle at the end of the town, he is as always solving problems and puzzles of the people in his town and kingdom. The ones who are not human arrive at the gates of the city, the party is welcoming you to town with big booze and beautiful woman. However, you all been called by the king himself for a very important and special mission. A human with a red ensemble, going from the elegant vest, flowing cape and gloves. There was no mistaken with his long silver hair and red eyes, people would recognize him as Red the Magnificent, a very charming individual who happened to switch his mood swings on the tip of a hat. He was up to enjoying the festivities, but they had been called by the king." I seriously hope that I will have time to enjoy the party after the meeting." He adjusted his hat to salute the charming women on the way with a big smile and a wink, now let's get this party started. He kept moving through the street toward the castle. *The streets are filled with people, you somehow managed to get to the castle gates where you see the image of a Witch entering the castle. The guards stop you* Identify yourself or show pass please. (you have a letter from the king who serves as a pass) He gave them a smile and looked through his possession then pulled out the letter from the king. "I'm Iron, Red the magnificent. I received this summon from the king, go ahead take a look." Iron handled the letter to the guard and looked around until they were done inspecting it. The guard takes the letter and reads it giving it back," The king is in business at the moment, but in the main room there is a table full of food and drinks, that is the waiting area until the rest arrives, please wait there". The guards move so you can pass and then covers move back to cover the entrance. The Half Orc did not expect the same kind of greeting as everyone else, and frankly he understood why people didn't approach him with warm welcomes where he went for many know how most half orcs are made, and it didn't help that his father was an Irish warlord of all things with his hordes often going on raids for the no hairs to breed a more "blessed and hardy no hair." Least that's how it usually went. Raid, breed and build more for the army and milk the land for every resource they could. GRA'AK was born from the Orc Warlord taking a Priestess of Sartre as part of his personal harem and forcing her with his child. His forces were routed, and the priestess was rescued, although she was with him inside her. She gave birth but couldn't bear to be near this child of such a horrible union and GRA'AK did not blame her for it. Few women could stomach that. Still the priesthood would see the potential of great redemption within this offspring and raised him to be a champion of the goddess of redemption. Gra'AK North however was unmistakable in his own ways as it is hard not to spot a half orc covered in full plate armor of shining polished steel decorated with them holy emblem of Sartre upon his armor and dark wood heavy shield. His long sword hung at his hip and his eyes peered about through the visor of his helmet. He rode atop of a large grizzly bear clad in half plate boarding donned with a saddle. He smiled a bit at the festive spirits, but he doubted he would get much of it. Besides. The passport within his adventurers sash would be slowly pulled out, and he halted before the guards pass in hand on the matters of him being summoned. He still expected the guards to hold him at spear point to verify it. Either way regardless of hospitality he sat there completely patient and polite in this endeavor. He nodded and followed the guard directions to the main room. He saw a bunch of drinks and foods on the table, without hesitating, Iron grabbed a red apple and put his feet on the table while balancing on a chair, then biting into the fruit. Iron checked out the place and waited to see who else was going to join him. He changed the taste of the apple by wiggling his fingers around it to taste more like honey. Nothing quite like using a little magic trick to make everything in life much better. Iro was surprised when he saw the half orc walking into the waiting area with an armor that would make the envy of most knights all over the kingdom. He waved at him." Hey there!" Yawning to myself while wandering out from the countryside and into what I hope is the capital. Been having such a hard time getting here, the map the Elders gave me just was not accurate anymore! Whole towns were not there, and others were there that were not supposed to be! Getting quite flustered over the past month over how erratic and transitory human civilization can truly be. Staying to the woods and traveling in more or less straight lines to the capital, since I've been warned about these 'brigands' and what they can do. What a weird word to give a band of humans that live out in the woods. Thinking that is just supposed to be normal, but making sure to hide when need be. Truth be told, these humans are still quite scary, especially in crowds. All chaotic and wandering around in a rush, that is just no way to live! Blushing to myself and holding tight as I enter the city, packed with more humans and all the noise and no harmony. Wandering as best as I can to the king's palace, showing my pass and still looking flustered. Calming down a little while getting escorted through the sparsely populated halls and into the waiting room. Blinking some at the two people inside. One is a rather gaudy dressed human, and the other is a half-orc!? Blushing even more and meeting out in fright, scooting over to the other side of the room and trying to not seeming to hide. Biting my lower lip while pulling out my journal, furiously writing down today's activities, especially my first encounter with a half-orc of all things!(( The seventh child of a midwife and a seventh son, born on All Souls' Day, Rhonda was destined to be a witch and would never dream of disappointing. Mysterious and sexy spirits from beyond the wind whispered in her dreams as young girl. She danced in the moonlight and 'til an owl came to whisper the secrets of magic into her heart from her spine tingling lover on the other side of the sunset. On her last birthday, when she'd danced under the full moon and the owl had flown away into the night to retrieve new secrets, a girl of living wind had returned, baring greater power, fresh wisdom, and a caress of flowing autumn chill. Since her sixteenth birthday she'd had a proper witch's costume and a witch's table at the back of her father's rich inn, selling potions, telling fortunes, offering mundane medicine and alchemy as well. A stable boy named Tim who'm she'd have enjoyed dally with had always been too shy 'til the day the local bully-boys were coming for him, and she sold him a protective kiss for a platinum piece. None knows if there was magic in her kiss beyond the usual, but he won the fight and the courage to tryst with Rhonda later that night. Witches don't settle, of course, but she liked the lad with his broad shoulders and good heart. Today, though, Rhonda had careful packed away anything she might need for an adventure, carefully cleaned and pressed and donned her sexiest witch outfit, and danced her way through the revel towards the palace...(presented an invitation to the herald. "Rhonda the Wind's Kiss, I am summoned to see his majesty?" I've never witched for the king before. The guards instructed Rhonda to enter and wait in the great hall. There were only a few people herein, but a great table heavy laden with food. Rhonda nabbed a peach and ate, licking the juries from her full pink lips, then danced in place to a twirl of music coming in from the window. The witches silky skin was fair despite her apparent comfort with her scanty attire. Lavender eyes twinkled as they took in the newcomers. She danced in place, swaying her body and undulating her taut belly with great talent if no actual skill. She regarded the sorcerer, eyes heating. Then the paladin and bit her lower lip as her bosom swayed. At the elf her tongue touched her lower lip. For a time, though, she danced on in silence. After a while, though, she spoke in a playful voice, "A pity the music is so soft in here," her eyes met the elf's, "Don't you think neighbor? If they couldn't pretend there was no music perhaps these gentlemen would ask us to dance. But I'd lose my witching license if I missed out on a dance because I was too fluttery and embarrassed to initiate." She dropped her arms to her sides and strode right boldly up to the orc kin in armor, curtsied with energy that made her barely concealed breasts bob and sway, and inquired, "Sir knight, I am Rhonda the Wind's Kiss. May I have this dance?" GRA'AK's bear was about two times the height of a human roughly and when GRA'AK had to go and dismount he did. He moved onwards towards the table Sunder following suite with a great yawn showing his teeth and how long and well groomed they were... not to mention sharp looking. He wanted to Sunder alongside him for the obvious reason of that a stable might prove to be a temptation, and he wanted no slip ups and secondly GRA'AK knew he hated that so very much. Furthermore, he nods his head in acknowledgment to the man in red and his voice was a deep rumble akin to thunder or bass drums." Greetings sir. No doubt you are the one they called Red the Magnificent yes? Your reputation is catching up with you for now if someone like me knows of you." Gra'AK offered his hand to Red and introduced himself"I am called SER GRA'AK North, but GRA'AK will do."******Quietly sipping a small bit of mead GRA'AK would smile a touch though he did look on quietly as more guests arrived. The first notice came from the timid cry of an even woman that huddled into a corner and started writing. A pretty one that she was however the reaction of course GRA'AK expected. He always came across as naturally intimidating or one was downright disgusted of him branding him a savage but in this case she just seemed a touch intimidated by him. He would not approach, but he would at least try and speak up since it was possible they could be working together." Good day m'lady. I am called GRA'AK North and I assure you that I would not be summoned here if I was not trusted." Well truth be told his order gave him the invitation and not the king himself. He doubted he would have been summoned otherwise but GRA'AK accepted it all the same. Hopefully the elf's fears were suppressed for the moment. The dancing one however had entered and had been enjoying but the music and the fruit, and it was hard not to at least admire the sense of joy she emits however GRA'AK was taught better than to simply indulge in the fairer sex and not respect them. It was the first lesson instilled in him, and it was probably because of the uncomfortable truths of his birth. She was incredibly bold by her attire alone but also by her demeanor as she engaged in conversation. She knew she could be heard but doubted she cared for it was the whole point to get their attention and what happened next was GRA'AK watching much to his surprise that the witch had approached him, curtsied and then asked him for a dance. Few women actually did that so for a moment GRA'AK was a touch silent trying to process that before he would step back and gives cordial bow in proper etiquette and his eyes would not stray from her face"Of course you may Rhonda. I am GRA'AK North and also flattered by your proposal." He would gently take up her hand with his own. The underside of the gauntlet was reinforced leather so it would not hurt to hold it. He would of course walk out with her towards an open section. He wasn't expecting to wow her with any sort of dance steps, but he hoped at the very least not to embarrass her. Keeping one eye on the half orc while the rest of the group comes filing into the room. Already feeling rather claustrophobic in here, must more used to the wide open woods and streams and all of that wonderful nature. Daydreaming to myself before snapping back to attention, writing down all of these new people and how they react. Not touching any of the food and other delicacies, not really trusting humans to prepare food correctly. The journey from the Temple of The Mists to the Castle, was uneventful. The'up had journeyed to the city many a time for supplies during his many years as a novice. Now however was a momentous day, as today he would truly tread the path of the Master as he began the journey his master had always told him awaited his future. His soft soled boots made no noise as he ascended the stairs behind many another entering. However, his quick intelligent eyes took in a few people being shown in separately. The First a garish, brash one who had a swagger that would have not been allowed in the Temple. The Second, a bestial warrior who had ridden up on a bear of immense size. A Knight? He carried himself humbly for his ancestral though...and was that a symbol to the Mother of the Dawn he wore around his neck?.... A lithe womanly Elf seemed to hang back hesitantly before entering, and he blushed as he found himself looking at her overlong. He shook his head and then noticed another woman, this one having a similar swagger as the first, yet she had a darkness to her, that made him grimace. He adjusted the twin hand axes on his belt, and the crossbow he carried, and sighed before ascending. Furthermore, he paused before the guard and bowed deeply, his long braid slipping forward on his shoulder. Softly and humbly he said "I am The'up LAH'men. Servant to Master of The Temple of The Mists, and I have been summoned to the Kinds Audience. He raised his head and gazed at the Kinsman, awaiting permission to enter.(The guard looked over at the monk and studied its features, "The king has been awaiting you, go inside the main room there is some food while the King finishes up his errand". They moved aside, so the monk could pass and went back to position. Quickly The'up followed the sound of music being played and came into the hall where it seemed the Brazen woman with the dark aura was dancing with the Knight. The garish one was near the front of the hall, and the Ellen woman was to the side watching. He nodded, agreeing mentally with her care. He wondered why these many of assorted folk could be of use to the King, and quietly made his way towards the tables where the food was. With care, he chose a citrus fruit of yellowish orange hue and paused to wipe the skin off before beginning to peel it. Preparing the onslaught of sour that would accompany the first bite. He awaited the nobility and muttered to himself that he should have paid more attention in class to this part of his training. He just hadn't seen a good reason. *shrugging* he took his first bite and the reddish juice ran out over his lips, and he felt his face begin to react involuntarily to the assault of flavor. His brown eyes squinched up, and he shook his head softly and took a deep breath after he swallowed.... It was good. Sour but good. One of the knights appeared on the room and bowed to all of you, Welcome, the King is ready to meet you all. Please go through the main doors behind you into the throne room. The room is a beautiful and large room, on all the corners of the rooms are knights standing in attention. At the end of the room is a huge man with a crown on his head. His long hair and blue eyes were the least of the things noticeable aside from his huge shoulders and muscles. Besides, him sits a woman, beautiful blonde with blue eyes, a crown on her head and obviously from even race. Sir Telemann rode up to the gates of the human at a leisurely canter upon the back of Equus. The day was bright and the sun shining, while the noise from within the town echo out of its gates. The humans were enjoying their holiday, and it caused Equus to fidget underneath his saddle. Telemann brushed his head with a gloved hand." Rest easy friend, were nearly their." Answered by an angered snort Telemann smiled as he approached the gates, a brief exchange with the guards brought him into the town's streets, overflowed with people of all races mingling around. He quickly dismounted and took Equus to a nearby stable, he aided for his stay their and then headed out into the town. Brushing past a number of the locals as he did, he increased his pace. Knowing full well that the king would require his attention soon. In the distance he could see the king castle. A massive stone structure that seemed to tower over the town. Crudely designed, when compared to even architecture, but impressive nonetheless. Moving at a jog the time it took quickly passed, women, songs, and dancers, attempted to slow his process, but he pushed past them. With a near fluid grace, as he weaved through the crowd.Finally, upon the castle gates he saluted the guards. Bringing his hand forward in a welcoming even gesture." The king has sent for me, and I am here to answer the call. I apologize for the delay but, as you can see, your people are in quite the lively mood here today, and it slowed my progress. I hope that I am not too late for the kings meeting." Rhonda new the simpler waltzes of high society as well as she knew the lively reels of common folk, growing up as she did in an inn that served both the lower nobility and the bougouusie. The stance she began in invited the paladin to join her in one of the easiest that would match the available music. Her lavender eyes met his in polite delight as she took his hand and rested another tiny hand on his waist. The steps called for his opposite hand on her waist, and she seemed to move through the steps he leads her through while in fact ensuring that he looked like an accomplished dancer. She wouldn't have done it so well with a more difficult waltz, but she enjoyed the doing. At the end of the dance, Rhonda stepped back again, and curtsied, cheeks pleasantly flushed. "Thank you, sir North." Moving to the table she nibbled a few more delicacies, pausing to curtsy to Du'AUD LAH'men and introduce herself." Then they were called before the king. She rapidly daubed her lips with a napkin, checked the irreverent fall of her bangs and the way her outfit barely contained her blossom just so, and glided lightly in to the throne room. A proud woman from a proud people, she met the eyes of king and even queen alike, her lavender orbs dancing with admiration. She glided to what seemed a proper distance and spread her skirts to take a knee before her sovereign. The guard looked at him up and down "The meeting it's just starting, better hurry". They moved aside to let the man pass and then resumed position. Following the guards with more or less a sense of not wanting to be here. Already not liking how crowded everything feels, and how rushed it all is. If this was the elvish court, any visitors would have a week of food and entertainment before even having a proper address to the Queen. Humans are just so rushed for things, getting all the more flustered and pouting as I walk all the more into the 'grand' hall. Staying off to the side and trying to look innocent, while also trying to keep away from the half orc as much as possible. Wiggling my legs together and making sure my skirt and leather leaf blouse are all in order, and that my hair is right. I would just hate to be addressing a king, even a human one, looking like some drunkard human! Noticing the elf up there on the dais as well, wondering if this is my Queen! Blushing even more at her having to be up there, thoroughly embarrassed. Biting my lip and trying to not just run out of there screaming. Holding my ground for now, hopefully. Bowing at the waist Telemann bid himself welcome to the kings main hall. Furnished with the best goods that the town had to offer, Telemann smelled the lingering scents of food and wine long before he entered into the room. Rounding a corner he heard the sounds of music in such a fashion that he knew it had to be a dance of some kind. But when he opened the main hall door he was surprised to see that he most of been the last one to arrive. Within the room soon at least three humans with different attire, one nearly covered in red, the other seemly a dancer or sorts, based on her loosely visible and tightly bound clothes, with the last of them looking to be a warrior of sorts, with axe and crossbow on his person. Perplexed at first his eyes fell on the half-orc and his sword hand quickly found the hilt of his sword, but his brain fought the reaction just as quickly. Forcing his hand off of the hilt he closed his eye and brought a smile to his face, this was a human land, with human customs and human rules. Clearly they needed help from all races and just because a half-breed savage was their didn't mean that he fit the normal feel of one. Giving the half-orc another look his attire seemed in kind was his own, decorated armor, medals, symbols of a god. A religious warrior perhaps? Regardless he would see. A human dance seemed to have just ended as he had come into the room, brushing his armor and clothes of the road dust he walked into the room. Nodding towards the other elf, clearly distressed with her attire and looks, he smiled and spoken quietly"Calm yourself, we are with ones that need us. They are already impressed. No need to fear their thoughts today." GRA'AK honestly had a slight smile as he assumed the pose needed to start the dance and moving through the steps he tried his best to at least look like he didn't have his boots on the wrong way. And to his great surprise and with her complimenting him with her superior talent in this regard he was succeeding. Turning and stepping looking rather elegant and regal, like true nobility it was rather enjoyable to find himself not needing to hold himself in such a way that would kill the joys of the little pleasures. If only for a moment." I appreciate the dance Rhonda." He said with a bow to her after the dance was over"Graceful as you are lovely." He gave a polite compliment to show his appreciation for helping him look at least decent as a dancer. Furthermore, he only knew the steps but never did he actually put them into practice and that was a huge difference. It gave him a better opinion of Rhonda to say the least. Soon enough they were called into the grand hall and walking along the carpets GRA'AK kept his eyes focused upon the two sovereign leaders of both the humans and the elves supposedly. He would stand near the center of the fold of the group that had been summoned and calmly took a knee and bowed his head calmly. His eyes shut he knew well how to behave amongst royalty. Giving complete respect to his peers and hopefully... hopefully there would be no scene of a half orc in the midst of this bearing the marks of Sartre upon his armor and shield. He saw how the elvish woman behaved and glanced over towards her. He would have to at least try and talk with her if they were truly going to be working together in whatever task they were to be appointed with He was impressed to see that the sir GRA'AK North knew about him, guess his reputation was preceding him all around the country that was good." Indeed, you are in front of Iron, red the magnificent, remember me, because tomorrow, I might just become the greatest hero you have ever seen!" After all, the rich must know who is coming for him one of those days. The elf and the witch that came into the room later caught his attention, both lovely ladies and had attire that didn't leave much to the imagination, which was a good thing. Iron stood up when they were summoned before the king as he headed to the room. He walked into the room with a smile on his face, almost dancing on the tip of his toes. He waited patiently to see what the king and apparently even queen had to say. The'up, smiled at the dark woman as she came forward to introduce herself. He sat his citrus down on the table, quick to wipe his hands free from the sticky clinging juice. He placed his right hand, which he balled into a fist into the palm of his left hand, and bowed deeply, his waist length braid alighting on his shoulder as it fought to fall forward, but its weight was too great. The White ceremonial outfit he had worn, being spotless. He stood, and he had to fight off his baser instincts to gaze at her ample bosom. Averting his gaze he remarked, "Rhonda, I am The'up LAH'men, Priest of The Master of Masters, and I am pleased to make your acquaintance. As the announcement came to enter the Kings audience chamber, He nodded at the woman saying "Shall we enter?" and followed the others into the hall, dropping to one knee very quickly in the presence of The Imperials. Then rose when bid to, to hear the proclamation. The king rose and looked at each one of them, "Rise... you all were called here on a special mission. Allow me to explain, a couple of hundreds years ago there was this evil warlock, he only wanted to take over the lands and raise an army of the dead to kill everybody who stood on his way. During that time the kings and queens figured something out, the source of his energy was his sword. There was a massive war with ended up with the capture of the sword and the imprisonment of the warlock deep underground. However, we now know that a secret cult is trying to find the sword to give the warlock his power back, we cannot allow that to happen. The reason why I summoned you all here is simple, I want you to guard the sword with your lives, I want you to keep on the move and don't draw too much attention to what you are doing so the cult does not suspect you of having the sword. If you choose to accept this mission and fail, let's just say the world will suffer the consequences of your failure. You have until tomorrow to think about it, meanwhile enjoy the festivities of the day of souls and have fun, get to know each other". He smiled, and the queen stood up and looked at them, "our daughter will be joining you all on this mission. You have to give us time to get rid of the cult and your mission will be over. Now please go and enjoy the town festivities, think about it and come with an answer tomorrow, we hope for you to help us. Any questions?" Blinking some at the horror what is unfolding. The fate of the world in my hands!? Blushing even more at how awesome that would be, getting to have adventure and do all of those fun things I've read in books. Much more happy about the situation now, even forgetting about the looming half orc just a few feet away. Not wanting to ask any questions, since this is the sort of thing that should be done in private and with as little spread of knowledge as possible. Noticing finally the others in my group, as more showed before I did. Noticing the other elf in my vicinity sighing out even more. This shall be even more entertaining with someone to actually talk too and relate too. Looking at him from the corner of my eye, however, still looking ahead for the most part. Finding him to be quite handsome, biting my lip from devious thoughts and wiggling my legs together all the more. Humans and their naughty books! The'up took the speech in and nodded. Truly the Master was right then, this was a task indeed. He looked around at the others, and on some he saw the same certainty of purpose crossing their faces, others doubt... He needed no time to think. Furthermore, he stood and said softly. "By The all-knowing Iron, I will undertake this task." Then as if the Kings suggestion to get to know each other was a command he said louder to the others. "Shall we go back to the hall with the food then, may hap find a table where we can sit and pass some time getting to know each other?" he then looked at each to gain some sort of insight into who they were and their thoughts... "Have your discovered a way to actually destroy this accursed blade and I would hear more about your daughter and what purpose she shall serve in this task." Gra'AK said rising to his feet and asking with a calm logic few half orcs had to begin with. He suspected they already tried this and proved unsuccessful, but he wanted to hear more on these facts. Secondly he was intending to learn more about whom he might be traveling with and what skills they had." The Order of Sartre accept this task without hesitation." Gra'AK would indeed accept the mission without hesitation whether the questions were answered The king shakes his head, "So far we have our wizards finding a way to destroy it, but it's rather hard to do so almost impossible. The only thing we can do is keep it away from the cult until we can eliminate it. And my daughter will go with you for a reason, you see I need to form two groups. Each of them will carry a piece of a special amulet that has the sword sealed in another dimension. If the two parts of the amulet get to join together the sword will appear. My daughter carry one piece of the amulet, I will give the other to the second group to keep, you all need to go your own ways and try your best to be as far apart as you can, so even if you get caught the sword is still safe". "Very well." He bowed his head quietly as he would look on his eyes glancing about to try and find this daughter amongst those gathered in the grand hall for the moment"I would make the most humble request however that she meet with those she is going to travel with. The reason because I would like to know what she is capable of, and it would build a foundation of trust. Something vital for this task." Gra'AK would listen to what was said as he then says"I have more questions of course, but perhaps they should wait for tomorrow in more private chambers." Gra'AK didn't want to ask too many questions in the Grand Hall out of concern that others of this opposition might be ease dropping or the like. He looked at the elf queen and nodded, "Very well then, get our daughter here. Pull her from the magic training she is on right now we both know she now needs more expertise in the field". The queen giggled and walked through a door and a couple of seconds later she came out with a beautiful Human woman. She had white hair and blue eyes and a very well-defined body, on her hands she had a book with everybody knowing could see she was a magic user. She approached her father and mother kissing them both and walked to the group, "Good day to you all, my name is Marina, nice to meet you". Furthermore, she looked at all of them until she got to the half orc, "I remember when my father used to kill your kind, good to see you finally on our side, pleasure to meet you" she bowed and smiled, "Go and have fun, I will change my clothes and join you all soon". GRA'AK remained silent at the words on "killing his kind" as the words just reeked of martyrdom, but he kept his thoughts to himself and bowed respectfully to the princess as he would finally speak up"Honored to make your acquaintance Princess Marina. I am Sir GRA'AK North of the Sartre Church." He would politely excuse himself when she said they could leave for the entertainment and festivities. It was best to go into this quest with a cheerful mind and this was the best opportunity one could get, he could tell. Rhonda's eyes widened a good bit at what was described. Before the princess was called forth, she gave a determined nod, "What skill is mine, and what secrets the wind has whispered me, I pledge to this task, majesties. Though I do thank you for the opportunity to revel before we must go tearing off into the night."seeing the princess, her eyes danced in delight, body warming at her presence almost as much as at her mother's supernatural beauty. "My heart sings to meet thee, Princess Marina. It is my birthday tonight, perhaps we can dance when you join us?"* * *After they had exited the throne room, the little witch walked backwards before her new companions with a dancing gait. "If you don't have any particular ideas for where we might revel together this lovely night, perhaps we might go to my father's inn?" Sir Telemann's brow furrowed upon hearing about his special mission that he was going to undertake. Carry a blade of unimaginable power to thwart the mad scheme's of an old warlock and his secret cult. A mission he saw, that had purpose, but something was missing. Reviewing his choice of words the half-orc spoke one more, clearly at peace with the fact that out of all that were present he was the one viewed as the most odd. It caused his furrow to deepen. Upon the few exchanges between the half-orc and the king, he bowed slightly to the arriving princess before he voiced his words to the grand hall." Beg you pardon, your Kingship. But I have a question or two if it could assist us farther. You say this warlock is imprisoned, underground in fact. Why not kill him where he lies trapped?" Gesturing towards the half-orc." As for what GRA'AK said, I have another. As the sword will be parted from one another and two groups shall be formed, who will lead the second band, while on another note, much less, how many leagues must we travel in both if the swords parts destruction is our goal. Will you provide us with communication to speak with one another should a method to destroy this item arises?" More questions flooded into his mind but Telemann hesitated. Simple and direct he was seeking here, no more or no less. The king sighed and looked at him, "During the first war, he made himself immortal with a very forbidden spell. Even if we cut his head off it will just grow back without any scratch. As far as you two being able to communicate together is not a good idea, the less one group knows about the others whereabouts the better. And as soon as we destroy the army the pendant will tell the owner, is the only direct link to me. I will be the only one who would be able to communicate with both of your teams. As soon as the teams are decided I will inform you, and then you can pick with one is the leader for each team". He looked at the elf and nodded, "We haven't been able to find a way to destroy the sword, however I am sure you might find a way during your travels. If such thing happens just communicate with me via the pendant and I will arrange the meeting between both groups. Listening to the exchanges, The'up tries to recall all the legends his training in history had provided...((Roll Result: Dad Lauren rolled: 1d20, adding 9to the total Comment: Knowledge-history of what I know of legend of the warlock Result: 4, Total: 13))He looks puzzled as the Servant of the Sarandë and the Knight ask their questions, his mind racing and getting nowhere fast. ((You know where is a legend of a warlock who it's fury lend to the demise of a lot of kingdoms, all while looking for a way to become immortal. One day he found a scroll hidden away in a very dangerous castle with made him immortal as he read it. His army killed a lot of soldiers, woman and children until it was stopped by the newly formed alliance and locked away in a permanent sleep, where he is located it's not known)) "Destroy the sword, that might be an interesting way to deal with the problem. Hopefully we aren't going to get into bigger troubles for doing so." Iron, red the magnificent had been listening to the conversation while keeping his back against the nearest wall and interested in joining with the festivities." This quest seems interesting, I don't need more times to confirm that I'm joining this. For now, excuse my presence, as I'll go enjoy the company of the drinks and women on this joyful day." Iro whistled and walked out of the halls to join the city streets and looked where everybody was gathered time to have some fun. (ok people for all those going outside now here is the layout of the town:Spa/Showers: There is a public spa/showers giving all of their services free for today only. Bar/Strip bar: Free drinks today, and the dancers are very exotic beautiful and can do anything you wish with her for tonight only. Cemetery: For today only is a place of dancing and meeting people. Center of the town: In the town square there is the biggest celebration of the town, all races with the alliance are there and a few with good terms with the alliance. Inn: For all eight there is a room reserved already, just ask the girl behind the counter) Iron the magnificent headed to the bar, as soon as he came in put down his hat and bowed down to salute people in the room. "I have the gold, now it's time to wet our tongues and cocks." As he lifted a mug from the counter right in front of the bartender and threw a gold coin on the counter, might not seem much for an adventurer, but it was almost months or even years of work for the commoners." Drinks for everybody!" He jumped on a table and joined the drunks in drunken songs, sang as badly as they were written and of course, having group of women dancing around him and following him. He was indulging in lust and copious amount of food and ale. This was going to be a good night to say the least. Kaless stood and watched the rest of the group leave, He knew from the words of the maid that attended him that they must be the others the king had sought out."good king..." he said, stepping from behind the throne as the others left."... you shall have my sword for this quest." he said to him. He did not wish a conversation. The loose of his kin was still fresh, and the song of the wine in the street was calling loudly. He strode past him and out into the streets. It was a welcome sight, reminiscent of the celebrations after a good hunt. The wine was plenty, the woman's garments were loose and lightly tethered to the ones they concealed. On more than one occasion did he see woman down on their knees in allay ways and streets. The bar is what called to him, the enticing song of the wine there. There he found one of the others, the man in red. He saddled up to the bar and took the drink offered therein. Still very flustered about being in front of the King and Princess, mumbling something about the need to protect the sword, before scampering out of there as fast as I can. Panting some when I enter the street and stumble into the bar/strip club, flustered even more from what just happened. Glad to be out of there, blinking and wondering where I am now. Watching around in amazement of all of these scantily clad humans and all the drinking and debauchery! Blushing some from this, not from the nudity, I am more than comfortable with that. Just all of that sexy dancing. Stumbling into a table and going right into my writing, wanting to catalog everything that is going on. GRA'AK in the meantime would have rather wanted to learn more on the princess herself since she was perhaps going to be with him on eve of the quest. Hell any of his companions could be that as well, but it seems few were willing to even approach the half orc. It didn't bother him for the moment as he figures the hours would pass eventually. In the meantime he would keep himself busy. He figured he might as well keep an eye on Red making sure that he doesn't get over his head as he seemed to be the type to let his drink or libido get the better of him. A buzzkill perhaps but someone had to be the sober one. People tended to steer quite clear of him as he moved about as expected. He took a seat nearby the elvish ranger in the strip bar, his eyes more focused on his drink then the ladies. Besides, Red did say the drinks were on him. Sir Telemann took a bow upon the answer of his questions. The king was busy and clearly wished for people of simple nature to take on this task in regard to brute force rather than intelligence. But that brute like force needed some mental power behind it, and he would gladly take up that role if it was possible. But for now he needed a long rest and something to cleanse the road from his skin. Remembering a shower house along the way here he watched the others scatter about the town, not to greatly interested in one another at the time. Who could blame them? They, he, was thrust into a dangerous situation that none of them truly knew what was going to happen. But at the very least he could fall back on some of the people within the group. As his thoughts ran about he stopped upon seeing the bath house near him. Clearly his thoughts clouded his senses around himself and now he had arrived at his location. He faintly recalled the red one heading into a local inn or bar, with the young elf falling into the towns lust room. He didn't know where the others went to. But that could come later. Now was a time for a bath. With a simple greeting to the attendant he walked in. The'up nodded as he realized he had heard something about this in his teachings, but for the life of him he could not remember more than what was said. He had not reached perfection yet, and that bothered him. He must work harder. He thought this as he followed the gathered out and watched as a few of their member split off, and he shook his head. Weren't they supposed to get to know each other better?....he stayed with the main group and went into the place that had been called 'the bar/strip club'. He had never been in a place like this in all his days. And as his eyes adjusted to the dim light he was aghast at what was going on, and try as he may, he could not avert his gaze from the women removing their clothes to a deep beat of drums. He glanced at the others to see who felt like he, and was relieved to see the Elf maiden too was uncomfortable. He moved next to her and muttered, "should we not go someplace less......distracting to discuss the mission?" When offered a drink he said "It is Iron's will that a servant keep his mind clear at all times and keep the fermented toxins from slowing the bodies' reaction. I shall take a glass of water or some tea thank you" People at the bar: All of a sudden the stage goes black and the beautiful body of a very young woman and a young elf appeared on stage. Both of them using very little clothing (Bra, Panties and some decorations). They slowly started to move around the crowd and dance on top or in front of them. One of them approached Iron and started dancing in front of him. The curves of the young human moved very close to the elf, her ass grinding on his crotch, "mmm my a big fellow aren't ya?". The elf dancer approached Keyless and started dancing in front of him, her breasts moving up and down his chest as she danced and moved her sensual body in front of the big human barbarian. Showers: The lady behind the counter nodded as the elf passed besides her and into the locker room. The room was filled with chests some of them that were open to place the belongings of the person, the key was attached to the lock so when the person were thrown placing stuff inside the key could be taken out and hanged around the neck. As you get in the tub you noticed a couple of females there, the bath is not divided by gender so both male and female can take a bath together. The two female seem to be friends as they moved a bit aside to let the elf sit between them. GRA'AK would get up from the bar having had a single drink and gives a courteous nod to the elf and monk before passing by Red who was in the middle of enjoying himself with a rather fine woman. GRA'AK didn't belong in a place like this for long, and he knew it but made sure his companions at the very least weren't going to get drunk and wake up in a noxious blur. In the meantime he stops outside the bar and strip club and wonders just where he should go first. His eyes looked about the festive people and enjoyed the sounds of energetic folks. He wasn't exactly to sure on where to go now since it seems he was on his own. With a shrug of his shoulders he would try and make his way towards the center of town. Quote from: Laughing Hyena on 24-01-2011, 17:02:50Gra'AK would get up from the bar having had a single drink and gives a courteous nod to the elf and monk before passing by Red who was in the middle of enjoying himself with a rather fine woman. GRA'AK didn't belong in a place like this for long, and he knew it but made sure his companions at the very least weren't going to get drunk and wake up in a noxious blur. In the meantime he stops outside the bar and strip club and wonders just where he should go first. His eyes looked about the festive people and enjoyed the sounds of energetic folks. He wasn't exactly to sure on where to go now since it seems he was on his own. With a shrug of his shoulders he would try and make his way towards the center of town. The center of the town is filled with people from all races that are allied with the king. Lots of kids running around as well as a few women sitting alone looking at the kids. Lots of different shops of many silly things around the center as well as food stores, a few bards around singing and telling stories, and a rather unusual thing, another female half orc alone in the corner of the town looking around the big festivities. GRA'AK would chuckle for the moment at the children playing and circles around towards one of the food stalls paying a silver or two for a bit of cooked meats on a stick. He noticed the half orc female straight away with a calm manner and wondered if he should approach her since she looked like she was getting the same proper greeting given to him, shared by many citizens here. Quiet avoidance and resentment, fear and hatred. He would first see however what she wore as he knew well his own teachings but also the fact that she might not be like him at all. Better to observe slightly for now before he heads immediately over. (you don't notice anything representing any orc group that you know. She appears to not be a fighter just a citizen) Rhonda sashayed into the strip club as well. She knew a lot of the girl's here--some by names more personal than their performing names--and was known as well. (Some doctors were finicky about who they'd treat, and some priests worse. The witch took pride that none of the girls she'd ever had to perform her least favorite medical procedure on needed it does to the failure of a herb she'd prepared or because she'd told them they were sinners for heading their womb.) She had made her way along the stage, pausing to enjoy moments of flirtatious dancing and kisses of welcome with girl's she got along with. She settled in with her favorite twins, Satin and Silk, slipping a silver coin into each of their thongs to get them to come down from the stage to dance with her.(the lights' went down, and a special show started, she watched sandwiched between the two, undulating their bodies in time. Purring, she leaned close to Satin and nipped her reload, "Who are the new girls?" Sating giggled as she with her sister danced around the witch, "Melissa and Melissa, they just started today. Forget about them for now you got us". Both girls started to move around the witch grabbing and spanking whatever they could find from spanking her ass to pinching the witches' thigh. He would see that she looked just like a normal maiden of this town though she seemed for the moment to be the type that knew not even a weapon or how to wear armor. He approached slowly clad as he was from head to toe in his gear though his weapon was peace bonded to not frighten anyone. GRA'AK gives a cordial bow to the half orc and says"Greeting m'lady. The festival seems quite lively." Even for many humans let alone half orc's GRA'AK was actually quite handsome as his face looked more human like than orc though the tusks still were there as well as the darkened skin many half orcs had for a completion. He waited to see how she would respond to him though if he didn't get a response then he would have to head back to another place. Blood heating and goosebumps racing across her flesh, Rhonda giggled giddily and reached around Satin's neck to lean close and steal a quick kiss while she nabbed the string holding the girl's bikini top tied. Other hand behind her, she nabbed the string over silk's left hip at the same time and pulled. "That's right. But wait, now that I have you, what will I do with you? The twins grinned and grabbed one hand each moving to a private room. The pub seemed to be getting more and more full of each passing second, the girls dancing were attracting every male and female around to see them. An attraction could be felt to the young females as more and more people entered the bar. Turning in his seat the large barbarian (at this point more just a little drunk) eyes the woman that was dancing in his lap. He felt it a shame that his armor was still on, and that he could not feel the press of her bosom to his body. A guilty thought flashed in his mind, his wife had just died. He had buried the body himself. Another gulp of wine pushed the thought from his mind, he may not wish to enjoy another woman yet... but he could watch, he could enjoy the sight. Eyes peered at her from under his thick mass of hair as he took another drink. Blushing all the more while busy looking flustered and writing down everything that I see. About to agree with the monk person before he gets accosted by the elf hussy. Watching in amazement as those two go at it, wondering if these humans are not as prudish as I thought. Wiggling more away form the half orc before watching him leave. Getting more comfortable now, and getting more and more timid by all of this naked flesh. Wiggling my legs together all the same, not at all bothered by my own lack of panties. Just not realizing that human girls wear these garments, and finding that to be fascinating. Seeing another large man come into the house, looking quite out of place, and trying to not draw his attention as much as I can. Iron smiled as he was enjoying the company of the dancers and took the time to jump from tables to tables until he arrived right on the table of the even maiden known as Fey appearing to not be too comfortable with the current situation. With two mugs in his hand, as he offered one of them to her." You can't just write about the party! You have to live it! Have a drink, there are no better ways to enjoy the festivities! Hold on let me add a little special spice!" as he wiggled his fingers on top of the beer, to change the taste from the bitter taste to something more sweet. It usually did help the ladies in drinking more of it. "Gas! Oh, well... I suppose so..." Getting surprised by the guy in the red suit and his drinks. Quite startled by him sneaking up on me like that. Blinking too when I see the drinks and something he does with it, feeling the tingle of magic that he is casting. Putting the book away for now, I got most of the important details of this interesting establishment. Taking the drink and enjoying a sip, which is perhaps too sweet. Would enjoy some even wine if there was any in this entire city. Maybe in the palace... Thinking to myself far too hard for my own good, and not paying many attentions. Another tankard of wine drained, and he was eying the sweet thing on his lap in a lustful manner. He wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her in close, pressing her to his cool armor before he stood, carrying the young girl with him and throwing her over his shoulder." Come, let this wench know you care"he said, A loud and boisterous tone. His other hand moving up to swat her backside playfully. He has begun moving through the crowd, letting others have a grope, or letting them smack her pert ass as he moved. (The woman does not resist as you carry her around the place)(EVERYBODY IN THE BAR, ROLL A PERCEPTION EXCEPT ISENGARD) ((I haven't been addressed yet so reposting.)) He would see that she looked just like a normal maiden of this town though she seemed for the moment to be the type that knew not even a weapon or how to wear armor. He approached slowly clad as he was from head to toe in his gear though his weapon was peace bonded to not frighten anyone. GRA'AK gives a cordial bow to the half orc and says"Greeting m'lady. The festival seems quite lively." Even for many humans let alone half orc's GRA'AK was actually quite handsome as his face looked more human like than orc though the tusks still were there as well as the darkened skin many half orcs had for a completion. He waited to see how she would respond to him though if he didn't get a response then he would have to head back to another place, perhaps back to the bar. Quote from: Laughing Hyena on 25-01-2011, 03:46:22((I haven't been addressed yet so reposting.)) He would see that she looked just like a normal maiden of this town though she seemed for the moment to be the type that knew not even a weapon or how to wear armor. He approached slowly clad as he was from head to toe in his gear though his weapon was peace bonded to not frighten anyone. GRA'AK gives a cordial bow to the half orc and says "Greeting m'lady. The festival seems quite lively." Even for many humans let alone half orc's GRA'AK was actually quite handsome as his face looked more human like than orc though the tusks still were there as well as the darkened skin many half orcs had for a completion. He waited to see how she would respond to him though if he didn't get a response then he would have to head back to another place, perhaps back to the bar. BAH SORRY The orc looked at him and smiled, "Good day my dear sir, yes it does seem to be quite lively today, although that is what worries me". She moves aside so he could sit beside her, "My name is LAR'tun pleasure to meet you sir....?". She looked at him and remained quiet as he did not tell her his name yet. He bowed his head slowly to her with a smile upon his face as he then says"Well met LAR'tun. I am GRA'AK North. A pleasure to meet you." He would have a seat beside her at a courteous distance so as not to impose upon her as he then asked with a touch of curiosity to his voice"Why do you feel this festive attitude is worrisome by chance LAR'tun?" He leaned back on the bench quietly looking at the comings and goings of the people. The woman looked at the GRA'AK and sighed, "Always something goes wrong in places were a lot of people are like this, I mean I feel something in the air something is going to happen". Taking a deep breath she looked at the man and his armor, "I see you are a knight just be careful, something is about to happen". As she looked at the orc her eyes went pale white, after a couple of seconds her eyes went back to normal, and she touched her head, "My head hurts..." GRA'AK looked on quietly for the moment as he then says"Aye... too true in fact." He said in quiet realization of the truth behind her words however his head turned to face her just in time for him to witness her sudden change in her eyes due to how close he was to her. He leaned forward, and then he gave pause"LAR'tun are you alright? "He looked about wondering if he could help with the headache at least"Are you some kind of diviner of fortunes?" She groans and nods, "I live in this town, the only orc accepted, and it was because of my powers, I got them since little". She looked at him and shook her head, "This one is hurting more than the rest, I need to go rest, if you want we can talk more in my house". Furthermore, she groaned and stood up slowly and steady walking to an old beat down house that was a miracle that was still standing. Inside she walked to a room and lay on a bed. GRA'AK followed along towards the house moving along with LAR'tun. If she staggered too much he would help steady her like a knight should. This house looked like it had seen better days and that moving wrong here might make it collapse around them. Perhaps GRA'AK could help with the headache, but he didn't know if his abilities would help in the case of a headache. He would look on and made a choice." Maybe I can help with the headache ma'am. If you trusted me of course, give me your hand. Please." Gra'AK said in a humble request. Should she give him her hand he grasps it gently in his own and then focused the blessings of Sartre through him? Using his ability to heal with a touch he hoped to ease her pain in a touch of mercy.(Using Lay on Hands to cure a headache... go figure) She groaned and shook her head, "No, it's quite alright sir I am sure it will go away soon". Smiling she took a deep breath and closed her eyes, "I have been having these visions of today for quite a while, and I also saw you in the vision. I know your mission, I have seen it, go get your companions now.... he is coming...they are coming". GRA'AK would narrow his eyes a touch in realization of this fact and would nod curtly. More than likely those that were in the bar were in danger." Who is it?" Gra'AK would adjust his straps on the shield and then removes the peace bond from his weapon as he paced towards the door on the immediate move towards the bar but he at least would hear a few more words before he had gone. He was not the type to linger when dangerous things were about to happen. She groaned looking at him, "His General..... The black lion is coming, go already the sword is too important". She groaned and sat on the bed, "Don't waste any more time, they are near just hurry up and get them". She smiled and walked to him and kissed him softly on the lips, "For good luck... now go". GRA'AK gave pause when she had actually kissed him on the lips, and he gave a smile at that before he took off. The smile was quickly gone replaced by a rather sharp line of determination as he moved as quickly as he could through the crowds and slowed down when they became too tight to move through without hurting another. He also slowed when a child was near or a maiden to make sure he didn't thoughtlessly hurt them. On one occasion a mass of people barred his way and he bellowed aloud"MOVE~!!" Which they did for the half orc clad in armor, and he moved by quick with an apologetic"Thank you!" With haste fire burned through his legs as he skids to a stop at the bar and would move on in now careful. He didn't draw his weapon just yet, but he would quickly scan the area for those he recognized. (Now everybody I need to wait for the ones who could not post much to post at least once more than I will go to the next part of the story)(I need sword wind to post since he is kinda behind time wise in the adventure)(Logan needs to post as well, will give them a day to post and will tell them via pm) (I kinda have to work the 2nd shift, so my posting times are morning's and nights. Apologizes)Washing off the last of the dirt and wear from the road Sir Telemann drys himself from the waters of the bath. Refreshed in body he redressed himself in his gear and tied his hair back with a bit of cloth. Forming a ponytail he shook his head and headed out into the street once more. Knowing that the group would now be farther along the path of enjoyment then himself he smiled. "Best see if all is well now I think. A drink wouldn't be to bad ether." Pondering the ale selecting that this town could have he made his way over to the main inn. Surprised at how the people looked somewhat frightened by something he paused and looked around. All of them seemed to be looking towards the bar door. Furrowing his brow his hand lingered near his blade. Something could be happening within the bar. Pushing open the door he quickly spotted the half-orc, slightly out of breath and bearing a look at determination upon his face. More alarmed then curious he walked over to the half-breed." Gra'AK, was it? What bother's you so?" ((Shall we Roll Perception now since most of us are now in the bar as you asked Caramel?)) (HAI) The'up had sat sipping his tea watching the antics, and wondering why the lively young elf had not responded to his question, ahh well. Probably overwhelmed by all this. He muttered a prayer to iron and sat watching taking in the crowd and trying not to watch the women. It would not do to lose control in a place like this... GRA'AK would look around and then glances back to Telemann for the moment"The opposition already decided to act. We need to gather and leave, now." His eyes would look about for his companions before heading back to the table he recalled the elf archer and noticed that the monk was there as well"Excuse me you two, but we need to get going. And please have a look around for the moment for anyone that looks... well out of place here." He glanced to the elf"Besides myself of course." He looked over to Red who was still rather lively with the more flirtatious ladies. Perception Roll: Result of 9 + 1 = 10Not sure if I gain a bonus for having advanced information from the diviner, but I'll assume I cannot spot "them" "We cannot leave without the pendant GRA'AK, and that is in the kings' possession till we have selected a leader for the second band of warriors. The king is in possession of the pendant that holds the sword fragments and without them, we are going nowhere. Who is this opposition you speak of anyway?"he said in a hushed tone. In the case that others may overhear them speaking. Personally it seemed a bit odd but stranger things have happened to him. Following the half-orc he nodded towards the even archer and armor less human." I would suggest we head to the king's castle, if the GRA'AK speaks the truth, and retrieve the princess and her belongings. Then break ourselves into the groups that the king requested. A bit of an early start if you ask me, but if you believe we should leave the defenses of the town at nightfall, during a celebration, then I would at least wish go see the king so we can get what we were charged for." he said. Directing it to the three that were their as the half-orc looked towards the man in red. "And you happened to speak that part aloud?" Gra'AK had tried to avoid mentioning the actual items or people that held said items currently aloud and for legitimate reasons. Because someone could have heard that anyway." And I do realize that. However, I am saying that we cannot afford to stay here." He said to Telemann in a hushed voice before continuing this time speaking near the elves so that only he would hear that." Apparently the general is coming here already. Someone dubbed Black Lion" The'up moved over next to his allies and hearing what was said, he looks around studying those in the bar((Roll Result: Dad Lauren rolled: 1d20, adding 13to the total Comment: Perception-who looks like they are watching us Result: 13,Total: 26))"You show wisdom Ally GRA'AK. Let us gather everyone and make haste from this establishment. If our enemies are upon us, surely they must have inside information and to know who 'we' are, and that means the Royals may be in danger even as we stand here. Further, these distractions could very well be meant to divide us...." (those who threw the perception check. You notice that the woman that Isengard character is carrying over her shoulders all of a sudden has black eyes, turn back to normal then to black. A tattoo is slowly forming on her face) Still rather trying to enjoy my drinks with the human in red, and what ever snacks there are to be had on the table. Watching all of this going on with a rather off detachment, getting relaxed after all of that excitement today with the court. Watching another one of them carry off one of their females only registers as a slight curiosity compared to earlier today! Still watching my comrades though, and seeing if they are about to leave or not. I will not be left behind by some inconsiderate humans! Without Hesitation The'up nudged GRA'AK and pointed at the women face and said softly "Her" and began moving through the crowd quickly and deftly to reach his ally GRA'AK follows in suite using his innate powers to detect to see if the woman with the tattoo had evil within her heart or was being influenced by it. Either way the barbarian was in danger in his mind considering the idea that she could be making ready to attack the giant of a man with his guard dropped. He looked to Red and the even woman gesturing to follow if they wish or at the very least to keep an eye on them as the monk and the paladin near the disguised wench. However, should the woman try and attack the barbarian from her position GRA'AK would be quick to act once he gets in range." Sir I think you have had enough to drink. Mind putting down the wench? It would do you a world of good." Gra'AK said in kind suggestion.(Ready Action: Attack a person turning hostile.) Far from being a surly drunk, Keyless turned on his heels to look at the half orc. Eyes a little unfocused he shook his head to right the problem." All high'"he said simply. It was a reasonable request after all, and he was always a little vulnerable to suggestion after imbibing wine. Bending over he set the top less bar wench down and as he stood back up he saw a sight that would startle any man sober. He could have sworn she did not have that tattoo on her face earlier and her eyes were jet black, he stepped back. One hand moving to his sword slung to his back, but he did not draw." By Forum! What is going on?"(what shape is the Tattoo in?) All of a sudden the woman began to get on fire until it consumed her completely. The image of the princess in the back could be shown, "To the castle, now... I will get the rest". She groaned and rushed back up the stairs GRA'AK nods and waved on the others since by now the tavern was in a slight panic now what with a naked woman suddenly catching fire from the princess by means of magic." Move out!" Gra'AK said sternly as he quickly moved about heading outside and now needing to get to the castle as soon as possible Hopefully the commotion that had been happening would spur the others into action and hopefully along with his words. GRA'AK would move as quickly as possible considering how cumbersome his armor was at this moment. Even if his mind was still clouded by wine, get out was a good plan. Cursing to himself as he could be caught so helpless he turned and sprinted for the exit. Turning on his heels to make his way to the castle. He debated weather or not he should draw his sword. In an instant he decided he would rather have it out and ready. He pulled it from the hook and sheathe on his back, keeping a firm grasp of the handle and notching the blade on a seam on his shoulder. He would be ready should anything else decide to go all crazy. Surprise register's upon Sir Telemann's face as the women sudden catches aflame and looks like the princess herself for a time while it speaks to them. Telling them to return to the castle, as he had planned to do. Looking around quickly for the rest of the people within his group he watches as the half-orc and a human rush out of the tavern. Not one to leave companions behind he looks around for the elf females and the man in red. Seeing them easily within the tavern he yells over to the one in red. "I suggest you move, quickly, or else you shall be left behind." Then he turned himself back to the elf archer and motioned for her to move." Make haste, these people move with a plan in mind. Let us not become apart from it without being within a place of greater safety." Eyes going wide as I see the weird woman burst into flames for no good reason. Finding this a good time to scamper out of the house before something really gets set on fire. Following the rest of my group with the grace not seen in my comrades, wondering what just happened! Getting out my bow in the process, getting rather nervous about what is going on and how nobody is bothering to explain!" Geez, humans are just so weird!" (This has died hasn't it?) (look in the IOC, no I am waiting for everybody to post back in the castle, so this can continue) ((We are already heading back to the castle.)) Gra'AK was already heading back towards the castle along with everyone from the actual strip bar and club The'up followed the group back to the castle, keeping a wary eye out for more of the tattoo'd assailants. As you people enter the castle the princess waits with two boxes, "Everything is settled, follow me". She runs through the halls in the castle and down some stairs to a basement, inside this basement are two circles, "I want you guys to divide yourself into two groups, four on each, each one of these portals will take you in a random place on this plane".(just post going into the circles, please post in the IOC who is still interested in this RP) "Yes Highness." Gra'AK was quick to summon Sunder to his side and steps along with him into the circle his eyes affixed upon those who join up with him. Blinking at the princess while stepping into the other empty circle. Not wanting to un balance the party selection. Awakened by the princess, the young witch hurried to where she'd lost much of her clothes and gear to dress, then darted down the stairs to look if any of her new companions were still here. Finding the area disrupted by a spell battle, but all of it wrapped up, she moved on towards the castle at a jog, and was lead by a herald into the basement." I want you guys to divide yourself into two groups, four on each, each one of these portals will take you in a random place on this plane". Eyes widening at the suddenness of it all, the girl whimpered, wishing she could go back to her family and say good by again. Rather than pause, she simply ran for whichever portal seemed the least crowded, her air elemental zipping in behind. GRA'AK would give a polite nod to the Witch as she stepped into the circle he was in and waited for the others to join their circle or the even lass. GRA'AK folds his hands behind his back quietly in a quiet and mature display of patience. He made it to the castle without further incident, though he could have sworn he heard screaming as he went. Or maybe it was just his imagination. He sheathed his great sword once more and looked at the princess. This was going to be risky, very risky indeed. Keyless said nothing as he took his place in one of the circles. The'up looked as the people who he'd come with began to divide into two groups. And began to move until he stood directly center of either circle. He looked back and forth and knelt in prayer saying "Iron guide your servant to where he is needed" and waited for a sign Your choice DM. I'm ok with either circle. (go to the IOC, the list is there) Ouch! 6!

Pathfinder_ The War of the Lions!!|rating:3.0

Heroes of the Old West [Seeking Players]

Heroes of the Old West ________ Please visit our IOC thread here. Quote: superpowers aren't a common thing yet, heck they probably won't ever be common, but a few folks have started noticing things about themselves or other people that just isn't right. This game is set in the mid 1800s during a time when these remarkable powers are first appearing. "superheroes" and "Super villains" aren't developed concepts yet, and our characters will need to figure out how they are going to use their new-found abilities. Rules: 1) Absolutely no God Moving 2) Be polite and courteous. 3) Don't design other people's characters or their backstories unless give permission to do so. 4) Give the other Ropers something to work with in your posts (2 or more paragraphs preferred!) Characters Quote: Originally Posted by Mythos Character Name: Miss Lydia Ivy Hero Persona: "White Lady" Physical Description: Lydia is a little shorter than average with hazel eyes and blonde hair that is generally tied back in a neat bun for the classes she teaches. Her hands are often covered in chalk dust, as are her dresses. Generally for school days she wears a gray or black dress, but she does keep a little something fine for Sunday services. Gender: Female Age: 20 Personality: She strives to be pleasant and uplifting, through privately Lydia has some real confidence issues to sort out. Quirks: Tats (makes lace) almost exclusively when she is angry or upset Powers (2): Pass through solid matter, become invisible (by temporarily traveling through spirit world) Weaknesses (2): Both powers require a trained focus and Lydia becomes susceptible/target to harm from spirits while "invisible" (Due to their jealousy of her ability to return to the land of the living, the longer/more often she is using their world, the less hospitable they become) Occupation: Schoolmistress Relationships: None Backstory: Lydia is the second daughter of three born to an apothecary owner and his wife. Since the beginning she can recall always feeling 'invisible' as the 'forgotten middle child', but when she turned 14 and discovered there was a little more truth in the phrase for her than most other middle children. Instead of marrying off early like her sisters Lydia, who struggled in all of her previous attempts to associate with men, became a schoolmistress in one of the few towns her father decided to set up shop in. Half a year ago her family moved further West to take advantage of the boom towns cropping up here and there, but tied to her duties as the schoolmistress she insist that she remain. It wasn't a popular decision with her family, but after the pleading of a few mothers to allow her to stay until another schoolmistress could be found (at least) they were convinced to part ways. Quote: Originally Posted by Wyrmskyld Character Name:Silas 'Silent' Kelly Hero Persona: Death Rattle Physical Description: Tall, tanned, with sun streaked dark brown curls and gray eyes. Usually clean and clean shaven. Gender: Male Age: 27 Personality: The nickname 'Silent' came honestly. Silas always seems to be quiet and thinking deep thoughts. Perhaps a bit absentminded. Very polite. Women find him intriguingly mysterious, and men find him good-natured, pleasant company. He usually has an even temper and seems almost impossible to anger, but every once in a while something sets him off with disastrous results for whoever angered him. Sometimes his personality just -changes- for a few hours-- see Weaknesses. Quirks: Quiet. Doesn't drink much, by Western standards. Very aware of his personal cleanliness. If he weren't so tough he might be considered a bit of a dude. Powers: 1)Speaks to spirits-- or rather, spirits speak to him. Often. It's why he's quiet and seems absentminded. He's listening. 2) Can grant the ability to see and hear spirits to other people temporarily. Weaknesses: 1) Has a significant chance of being possessed by the ghosts he speaks to. If the ghost succeeds, it will try to carry out whatever purpose brought it back as a ghost. 2) He's always being pestered by spirits. It's like having annoying younger siblings who can walk through walls and never have to stop to eat or breathe. Occupation: Cowboy Relationships: With living people? Not many. Everyone seems to like him, but nobody really knows him, and sometimes he has trouble telling if the person he's talking to is living or dead. Backstory: Silent's family has always had a history of what his grandmother called 'the Sight'. He was born in Chicago, and while he was still a baby his father took Horace Greeley's advice and 'went West', and his mother found another husband. Her new husband didn't want someone else's child, so baby Silas was sent to live with his Irish grandmother. He's glad of that, because she knew what to do when the small boy started talking to ghosts. Granny Kelly died of old age shortly after he graduated from college, and her ghost asked him to find his father. He's been looking for several years, but hasn't found any information lately. Quote: Originally Posted by Temple Character Name:Thanks Hero Persona:reckless red Physical Description: Thanks is a large man with long black hair that is braided all the way down with an eagle feather located at the top he wears a dusty suit with a shotgun holster on the right side. Gender:Male Age:28 Personality:Thanks like his name is reckless when it comes to danger charging in to help who ever is in danger Thanks tho try's to keep to himself being a Native American but never letting himself become depressed. Quirks:when ever Thanks becomes stressed he finds himself playing with children because of there innocence. Powers :(1) Thanks has hawk like eye's able to see farther than normal people can (2)Thanks has super reflexes from slashing with tomahawks to drawing a gun. Weaknesses (2):Thanks's powers are almost charged by the sun so if he finds himself outside the suns reach for more than twenty-four hours it renders his powers useless. Thanks's powers can not be used at the same time as each other Occupation:Thanks helps at the school and also helps with heavy lifting but isn't able to get a real job because of who he is. Relationships:Thanks has two brothers and an older sister who are still with his people Backstory:Thanks comes from a large tribe that like other tribes fallows the buffalo but Thanks did not think that this was the life he would live after being given access to leave his people he took the amount of money that he had taken off of dead raiders that he killed buying a suit even when he looked like any other person he was shunned on for his skin, but this never stopped him from smiling on life and his ancestors Thanks when he was 25 found himself helping every one that he thought needed it from defending caravans to repairing buildings he always tried to help he always thought that his gifts were given to him from his ancestors to help people in need of help. Little Well wasn't a large town by any means, but it was by far the largest community for miles. Its location was completely dependent on the natural springs in immediate area which were an instant draw to a parched population worried about water-borne disease. The problem with Little Well is that it wasn't a major stop on the road West out to the boom towns and that kept the place fairly quiet. Only a few years ago the Ivy family had moved into Little Well and set up shop despite there having already been an apothecary present there at the time. This brought Miss Lydia Ivy into the picture as a young woman eager to sink into the dusty plains and scrubby woodland that flanked Little Well. She had only recently finished her own schooling when she decided to offer her time to teach the students of the community, and found that it was a job that desperately needed filling. She fell into life in Little Well nicely, though she did keep mostly to herself and her family while they were around. Today was already starting out well. She had visited Mr. Lodge at the general store, and he had managed to save her just the right amount of flour from the remains of the last bag he opened for another customer. "I appreciate it." She called back to him, backing out of his shop. Flour for bread, and there were plenty of beans left... She was pretty much set. Lydia carried the bag down the road to the schoolhouse and set it down on her own desk. They would arrive fairly soon, she was certain, and then lessons would begin for a short time. Today was one of their last days in class before spring let out for planting and all the kids would be put to work by their parents. The problem was they were anxious about their time away from the stuffy old school house now, and she had a building full of them to deal with. As the children started to mill into their seats she gave them a warm smile "Please remember to quiet down, you're not out yet but if we work quickly I'm sure we can manage some extra time for you before lunch." The road to Little Well was well-kept, given the town's size, and the tender grass and spring flowers made a lovely picture against the blue sky with its fluffy white clouds. It had even rained recently enough that the three riders kicked up no dust-- but not so recently that they were riding through mud. And even through this idyllic scene, Luke managed to find things to gripe about. The sun was too hot, the flowers made him sneeze, his horse's gait was uncomfortable, they were heading to a dinky little town in the middle of nowhere... and then the litany of complaints stopped abruptly as the oldest of the three riders punched the lanky blond with an iron-hard fist. "Contain it, Luke, I'm sick an' tired of your wailin' an' moanin'. You volunteered fer this job, an' if ya hadn't taken it you'd be wailin' an' moanin' about the dust an' the cattle an' the food. Ah, bigger if you died an' went ta Heaven you'd spend all your time complainin' like a little old lady in a whorehouse." "Dammit, Hank, ya didn't have to hit me. An' a whorehouse is another thing this 'Little Well' ain't got. Sure ya gotta eat dust fer months ta get there, but ya gotta admit you can have some fun in Abilene." The blond brushed himself off and climbed back onto his disgruntled horse before continuing. "'Sides, I'd've never come if I'd known what we'd be doin'. I fingered it'd be a payroll run, not a trip ta gussy up some old house just' cause the boss's son's gettin' hitched." "Maybe it'll teach you ta ask 'fore ya agree ta do somethin'." Hank snorted in disgust and took a plug of tobacco out of his vest pocket. His yellowed teeth sank into the sweetened wad of dried vegetation, biting off a chunk that was tucked into his cheek. "'Stead a followin' a bunch cows around fer the next three months we're going to be livin' in a nice big house. Boss even gave us 'enough money ta get a Chink ta cook an' clean. An' we kin hire most a work done. So shut yer trap. Ya don't hear Silent complainin'." The old man chuckled at his last statement, and leaned over toward the side of the road to spit. 'Silent' was the third rider, who had thus far lived up to his name. He shook his head at his companions and urged his mare ahead of the others, tired of their bickering. I'll just see what's over the next rise. Maybe they'll get tired of complaining. Or maybe we'll finally be in town, and I'll have a better reason to get away from them. Disclaimer: The attitudes and vocabulary of the characters above are not representative of the author's personal attitudes and opinions. They are, however, historically accurate. If anyone finds them offensive, please feel free to pm me and we'll discuss altering or removing them. Little well was a nice enough place for a native, but there were still issues of the few travelers who did bring trouble for people like myself but past that luck is on are side with the spring around us keeping the water running but even fresh water didn't seem to bring in normal white men always bounty hunters and farmers looking for there next pay I guess people do need money to keep the peace. Thanks raised a hammer, and he then drove a steel nail into the plank of wood on the side of the shop it seemed that the wood had finally started to rot, so the shopkeeper hired someone to fix it up and that someone was me Thanks nailed in the final bored before heading inside on his way in he saw the school teacher Miss Ivy he had done some repairs on the school a while back, but she didn't seem to see him Thanks placed the hammer and remaining nails on the table and collected his four dollars before leaving soon finding himself in the tavern drinking by himself again (sorry about the post I'm in a rush) Lydia opened up the shutters mid-sentence in her lecture about grammar to wake up a few of her older students who had heard it all before. "...because in Latin it is impossible to split the infinitive as it's all just the same word." She turned back around quickly and noticed one Mister James Portray, the local clown, changing his face back to something more respectful. Lydia frowned and shook her head. She didn't want to put him in the corner just yet... it would be nice if he actually spent one class day sitting with the other students and participating. "Now if you in the first row would spend the next few minutes practicing your handwriting, and the second row... I'll give you a few sentences, and you'll need to determine which words are the subjects, objects and verbs..." "But it's lunchtime!" wailed one of the smallest students who clearly was suffering from sitting in once place for far too long. After a pause Lydia nodded "Alright... well that means you'll need to do it for homework. I want to see two slates filled with handwriting from you three, I'll give you lot the sentences while you're eating and those of you who are in the back I have a vocabulary list for you to memorize." The children jumped up onto their feet and quickly made for the door. They were promised the comfort of dining and playing outside for lunch in the shade of the large live oaks that sat nearby. Lydia followed them out and sat down on a bench near the schoolhouse door to keep an eye out for any trouble-making they might get themselves into. The top of the next rise wasn't quite far enough away to escape the argument between Hank and Luke, but the road was clearly marked and Silent was confident they couldn't get lost before he stopped to let them catch up. He rode on further, enjoying the gentle spring sunshine and the unusual silence. Not only was he away from Hank and Luke, it must be miles from the nearest cemetery. Well, that or this was the quiet sort of town where people didn't die suddenly and leave behind ghosts. Either way, Silent was hardly going to complain. He even found himself smiling as he rode through the serene landscape. The sun was a bit less gentle by noon, and Silent started looking for a place to rest and eat. Cresting one more hill, Silent got his first glimpse of Little Well. 'Little' was fairly accurate. There couldn't have been twenty buildings in the little valley below, and at least some of them had to be barns, given the patchwork of fields that seemed to spread out in all directions except the one Silent had come from. Coming over that last hill was like leaving the wilderness and stepping into civilization. Rural civilization, but still. I wonder how much further it is to this house the boss wants us to fix up... Bored with its rider's musings, Silent's horse began picking its way delicately down the hill toward the nearest building. It smelled water from the schoolyard's well, and the lunches of schoolchildren. Silent reined it in at the edge of the schoolyard, and it snorted in disdain when he looped its reins over a tree branch instead of leaving it free to investigate unattended lunch pails. The older students all paused to watch the stranger dismount and head for the school, but he seemed unaware of them as he dodged nimbly through a game of blind man's bluff being played by the younger children. He removed his hat as he stepped in the door and paused a moment for his eyes to adjust to the comparative darkness of the interior. "Ma'am? I hate to bother you, but I thought I should ask permission to water my horse at your well... And since I'm already bothering you, do you know the way to the old Pearson place?" Since when do we ever get-Oh, those kids had better keep away from his horse. Lydia stood up from the bench and switched her eyes back up to Silas. He was definitely a rough-neck of some kind by the look of him. I can't imagine where he's come from in that direction... Waco, maybe? Lydia gave a little smile that betrayed a small amount of her tension his presence caused. "Of course. There's plenty of clean water for you and your horse." She checked again on the children outside who were either investigating his horse, or peering at the two of them curiously. Lydia frowned at them and waved her hand to gesture some of the bolder boys away from Silas' horse before noticing the other two horsemen riding down the hill some distance away. She had heard stories of rangers taking out revenge on people who didn't pay what they felt they were due, and the word around town some time back was that Andrew Pearson had moved to Kansas City to become a cattle boss but kept his family house there in Little Well. It wasn't something that had ever happened in her little part of the world... though things did have a habit of going strange when she started thinking that way. "What sort of business do you have with the Pearson's?" the small woman asked, putting away her own lunch for later. "They don't come around here much anymore... 'been too busy up North. If you're looking for Andy it'd probably be best to keep on riding unless you need supplies or to rest your horses." At the last word she started walking out to Silas' horse, causing her students to retreat from it in her approach. James had nearly gotten into one of the satchels and while he was a known scamp Lydia had interest in making sure he didn't turn into a thief under her watch. Besides, she could keep from looking Silas straight in the eye if she played the part of the watchful teacher. "I imagine you and your two friends have been riding for a while without a decent meal." "Mister Pearson sent us. His son's getting married, and he wants the old house fixed up for a wedding present." Silent stepped aside to keep from crowding the teacher as she came to the doorway. Not that he would have minded crowding her under other circumstances. She was an unusually attractive woman for a schoolmarm. He kept those thoughts to himself, even as he unconsciously tried to pitch his voice in the educated accent that had grown foreign since leaving college and becoming a ranch hand. The horse munched on an apple core one of the children had given it and contrived to look smug. Silent untied it and led it to the dry trough beside the well. As much as she slobbers eating apples, I wouldn't want her head in my well bucket. Not that any drool would be left to get in the bucket, as the mare decided to rub her face against his back affectionately as he drew the bucket up. She forgot her affection completely when he poured the water into the trough, and he gave her a rueful look before turning back to the teacher. "We've eaten worse for longer, though we might stop in town if the Pearson place is too far. Is there an inn in town?" I hope there is... I don't trust Luke not to make an inappropriate comment-- or worse-- and this is a lady. A real one, not the kind who only deserve the title when it's followed by 'of the night'. "Oh!" The teacher put her hands on her hips and looked thoughtful "Gabe's getting married? That's something..." Something unexpected. When the Ivy's had moved into Little Well Gabriel Pearson was at the peek of his mischievous streak. He had caused her plenty of grief whether it was the discovery of something dead and horrible in the school house or a missing pie from the window sill. It didn't take long for her to learn to cook her pies on an upper story window, but each time was a reminder of his near constant annoyance. I suppose people change when they grow up... but it hasn't even been that long, has it? Lydia looks back at Silas and nodded "It isn't far, their house is just on the east side of town. Just look for the magnolia trees that flank the walk, and you've found it." Lydia looked again to check on how close Silas' friends were to the school yard... they weren't riding fast, but they were making good ground. "... Children, I think we've covered enough for today. Go ahead on home." The consensus about strangers in these parts was that they could be dangerous. While Silas seemed like a decent man she was certain that the chatty children would have some noisy fathers and older brothers keeping tabs on the school house soon after they got the word. The most enthusiastic youngsters took off immediately for home while the older students shuffled their feet a bit, still curious about their visitor. "I'm not sure what condition the house is in or if there's anything to sleep on in there, but it's standing just fine. You might have a few broken panes of glass from the storm that blew through a few weeks ago. If it's not fit there is... sort of inn. Just ask Mr. Hans worth over at the general store, and he'll get you a key and point you in the right direction." Lydia moved around to the other side of the well and looked down at the bucket being lowered after the trough was filled. "Are they alright? The Pearson's. It's been a while since anyone here has heard from them, but I suppose life in the city is pretty busy." I suppose everything would be alright if he's getting married. "It's just... unusual not to hear from anyone for that long once you've gotten to know them." "Yes, ma'am... he met Miss Kate at the Governor's Ball last year, and they took to one another right off. The wedding's probably going to be here in Little Well sometime this fall. They're both young for it, but they've both got good heads on their shoulders and Boss Pearson'll start 'em off right." Silas also noticed his friends' approach, and found himself blushing as he realized he'd spoken more words to the schoolmarm in the past few minutes than he'd said to Hank and Luke in the past month. Hank and Luke aren't exactly attractive company, though. She definitely is. "It's good to know the house is still standing, at least. We'll probably camp out there while we get things fixed up. We're used to roughing it." Silas smiled a bit at the thought of all the times he'd have welcomed a patch of ground that didn't seem to be made entirely of rocks, or a tent that didn't leak like a sieve. A house that at least kept the wind off and had some of its roof intact sounded rather heavenly by comparison. "The Pearson's are doing fine. There's big money in cattle, of course, and they've got quite a herd. They're invested in the railroads, too, and there's some talk about Boss Pearson running for governor of the territory. I guess they've been too busy to come visit." The last of the older students finally wandered off, probably to bear that last information to their families. It occurred to Silas that the teacher would probably be the person everyone came to for information about the strangers in town, and that he'd been rude by not introducing himself. "My name's Silas, by the way. Silas Kelly. My friends are Hank Folsom and Luke Dobbs. And..." Silas frowned slightly and dropped his voice to more confidential and serious tones. "I should warn you Luke's a little rough around the edges. He doesn't mean any harm, he's just not used to civilized company." Thanks looked out the window as he pounded back a shot of whiskey he saw what seemed to be two travelers he didn't know if it was just them but at the same time the bar windows went the well-placed or cleanest Thanks paid his tab before heading outside and leaned on one of the posts "More strange white men" Thanks watched them before noticing another one by the school talking with Miss Ivy "I wonder what they want" he said before realizing his hand was on his tomahawk Thanks removed it hoping no one saw him he didn't want trouble with these people Thanks thought that it might be smart to head back inside Thanks made his way back to a table but this time by a window so he could keep his eye's on these strangers. Lydia pat the horse's shoulder and started toward the school house "All good news, then. I'm glad, they're good people" ...mostly... "and hardworking, too. You found yourself a good boss, Mister Kelly." She paused for a moment before turning back toward him "I suppose I should show some manners... I'm Lydia Ivy... but, um... the school house isn't going to close itself down so I'd better... get to that." Her back turned on him again, and she ducked back into the small wooden building. 'Isn't going to close itself down...', that was poetry, Lydia, real poetry. She rubbed her face, exasperated by her poorly hidden attempt to flee from the conversation with Silas. He isn't even all that bad! Well he is a cowhand, I'm sure he's not as fine as he pretends to be around towns, but I can't even practice speaking with men without immediately putting my foot in my mouth. And what was that about his friend? Rough around the edges... How rough does he mean? Shaking her head the short blonde started closing up the windows one by one and turning a wooden stop to make sure they were latched closed. There wasn't anything really to steal from the building, but it helped ensure there weren't going to be any special guests staying the night in the little building. I can't let myself think about that sort of thing. As the light started to grow quite dim inside with each closed and latched window her nerves calmed. It hadn't been more than a few minutes since she ducked inside, but there was so much relief in thinking she wasn't being watched anymore. With just a few more windows to close she called out from the back of the schoolhouse to Silas: "Tell your friends when they get in their free to let their horses drink from the well trough too. I have a few more things to close this place down for the night." "It's a pleasure to meet you, ma'am." Silas bowed slightly as she turned away, and watched her walk into the school building. He briefly considered offering to help, but she seemed a bit nervous after his description of Luke. When she called out about the horses, he nodded. "Thank you, Miss Ivy. We appreciate it. And our horses appreciate it even more, I suspect." Silas smiled and went to work hauling more water from the well while his horse occupied itself with the tender shoots of spring grass. He'd left his hat off, and the afternoon sunlight seemed to get tangled in his curly dark hair, making it match his sun-bronzed skin. By the time Luke and Hank arrived, the trough was filled-- sparingly, with just enough water for the thirsty horses. Living in drier areas of the territory made a man respect good water too much to waste it, and besides it would be rude to repay Miss Ivy's assistance by making the trough into a breeding ground for mosquitoes and midges. While the horses were being watered, Silas spoke with his companions. "House is east of town. We can get a key at the general store." "An' that's all ya found out, long as you were talkin' to the' schoolmarm?" Luke gave a knowing smirk and eyed the open door of the school. He'd only made one step toward the building when Hank's hand swatted him upside the head. He turned and frowned at the older man, who matched him glare for glare. "I swear, Luke, you're dumber'n a box of hair. Can't even see a woman 'thou tryin' ta mash on her. Now git back over here 'fore I tie you to yer saddle." Hank's harangue continued as all three men mounted their horses and headed toward the town and rode out of hearing of the school. It continued, in fact, until the old cowboy saw Silent's shoulders relax and his grip on the reins loosen. Better warn Luke away from the schoolmarm, 'less he wants to get himself killed. Never saw Silent take a shine to a girl like that before. Lydia poked her head out of the doorway when the sound of Hank's voice started to grow softer. Silas wasn't kidding around when he said rough around the edges... then again his other friend doesn't sound very civil, either. At least I'll be behind them into town. She grabbed her bag of flour and put it just outside the schoolhouse door so she could close it. The sun was definitely warmer than it had been in the last few months, and that truth couldn't be more welcome. All the cold rain that fell over the winter was wonderful for the planters, but everyone else was miserable... not that they could have done much about it, really. Thanks had been called in several times to fix leaks in the schoolhouse roof, so the students wouldn't go home soaked and shivering. Lydia grabbed the remains of her lunch and the flour and followed the horse-riders into town quietly. They probably won't even notice me... I mean they don't really have any reason to look back, do they? I doubt they do that much anyway what with that they see from up on their horses all the time. What good is looking back if there's just as much nothingness there as there is in front of you? The sack of flour was growing heavier the further she walked with it. It didn't feel this heavy this morning... but I suppose it wasn't that warm this morning, either. The blonde woman thought, making for a closed barrel that sat outside the current apothecary to set the flour down on. I shouldn't have stayed up so late last night. That's probably part of it, too. At least it isn't the heat of the day just yet. Lydia fanned herself a little with her hand and stepped back behind the barrels some to minimize how much of her was visible. The idea of someone coming over to help her carry back the large sack of flour was near mortifying, not that she would let them know that. Just a short break... I'm just about halfway home, anyway. Just then a man she knew stepped out of the apothecary and nodded at her. Immediately she smiled and stopped fanning herself. "Good day, Mister Barton." He replied with a 'Good day, Miss Ivy." and was on his way. The Barton's were quiet people, but very well thought of having come from a landed family in the North East. This one was Gerard Barton, the second son and one of the accountants at the local bank. At least it was him of all people. She breathed a sigh of relief and closed her eyes. Hank had finished railing on Luke by the time they arrived at the general store, but mainly because the pair had returned to the usual insults and complaints that passed for conversation between the two of them. Hank and Luke were friends, really, they just had a strange way of showing it, and their constant chatter wore on Silas's nerves. While they argued over what food to buy, he stepped out of the general store and onto the comparatively quiet main street of town. 'Main Street' was an overstatement, he supposed. It was really the only street in town. The sun shining on blonde hair across the street caught Silas's eye, and he saw Lydia standing just outside the apothecary. A glance over his shoulder confirmed that Hank and Luke would be occupied a bit longer, and he strode across the street. The teacher's eyes were closed, and she looked exhausted. "Miss Ivy? Are you feeling well?" Lydia looked up at the partially silhouetted form in front of her and gave a sheepish half smile "Yes, fine I..." her eyes drifted off away from him, searching for an easy excuse "...was just taking a moment in case I forgot something back at the school house." As much as she wanted to avoid interacting with the cattleman, anytime not carrying that sack of flour would let the burning sensation in her arms die down, and the feeling was quite welcome. She took a breath, reassuring herself that in the middle of the town as they were no cowboy, no matter how rough, would mess with her. "Were you able to find the Pearson's alright?" The inn doors swung closed behind Mr. Howard just across the street. Though if it wasn't much after midday he was already obviously full of various spirits of a not-so paranormal variety. He was one of the most terrifying men Lydia had met when she arrived in Little Well, but the entire Ivy family quickly learned he was almost one of the most harmless. At his worst Mr. Howard was loud but at the same time he was generous. Nevertheless, the girl never quite got over her fear of him. He was a lion and she was a mouse. Lydia never inquired as to where his money came from, but she privately thought he was too talented at spending it to be concerned with running out. Sure enough Mr. Howard gave a slurred shout-out to someone and shuffled on into the apothecary door trailing the smell of smoke and liquor. Lydia winced and looked back at Silas. Perhaps she could manage the rest of the way before Silas' friends or Mr. Howard returned. "Or you're probably still just looking for the inn. It's just across the street, there." Thanks stood as he walked up to the bartender he paid his tab before making his way outside and up to Lydia he could tell she was tired of carrying the sack of some sort Thanks nodded to the cowboy looking man who was also standing with Lydia "welcome white to little well I'm Thanks" he said turning back to Lydia as he grabbed the bag of flower "I told you not to strain yourself with heavy work" Thanks said to Lydia with a look of worry Thanks had no problems with the bag of flower thanks to working on hoses he would have to cut and put up the lumber when replacing walls. Thanks then turned back to the man "what work brings to this little town if you don't mind me asking" "Greetings, Thanks." Silas nodded formally. He'd never met any natives who wore their hair quite like this one, and the name didn't quite fit in with the few words he knew in Arapaho and Comanche. Still, being polite seldom caused trouble, and the quiet ranch hand preferred to avoid trouble where possible. "My name is Silas Kelly, and my... associates and I have been sent to get the Pearson place ready for Mr. Pearson's son to set up housekeeping." Silas's steely gray eyes returned to the schoolteacher, and an unaccustomed smile crossed his face. "We found the Pearson place without any trouble, ma'am, thanks to your directions. Hank's just getting the key and some food to keep us the next few days. We'll probably camp out in the house instead of spending Boss Pearson's money on an inn." The attractive blonde's nervous glances caught his attention, and he reluctantly admitted to himself that he was making her uncomfortable. He tipped his hat and took a step away from her. "I can see I'm keeping you from important business though, Miss Ivy, and I should go give Hank a hand with carrying the vittles, anyway." Dried grass could be seen in almost every direction except for west. The land appeared as if it was flat, but the female sitting in the covered wagon knew better. She knew that the ground was uneven, that hills barely hide the small town that she grew up in. Even though the sun was shinning down, a few clouds scattered the light blue sky as the paints pulled the wagon towards the hint of green that peeked over the hills that hide them. Even though it was a bright and sunny day, it just made it seem all that much darker as the abandon drew even closer to Little Well. She tugged on the reins to make the wagon stop so that she could look over the town for the first time in a long time. She gave a heavy sigh, as she tugged the Stetson low over her face, keeping her pale skin safe from the sun that was shining down upon her as she let her blue eyes rake over Little Well. It didn't take her long to spot the shell of her burned down home, sure there was a horrible memory at the place that she blocked from her mind, and knew there would be seven crosses on the hill that overlooked the home. She just hoped the land was still hers by right and had not been sold off to others because they thought her cold as a wagon wheel. Though she had only been on the dodge, sort of, well only after she had personally lost it and killed every yeller belly that had ruined her life when she was naught but 16. That was before she found a place to work and live at as a lady of the night, she never really slept with any man she just made it seem that way. After she took a moment to ponder over her foreboding feeling that she had in the pit of her stomach. Clicking her tongue, snapping the reins to prod the paints into action once more. As she got closer to the town, the dead dried grass soon gave away to green grass, even fresh and lively trees which soon turned into buildings and people. Spotting some towns folk standing around barrels, she noted that one of them was an Indian. Being the type of person she had to become because of her line of business, she couldn't just pass up the only people that were not giving her a look like a cat had in a room full of rockers. "Howdy you all!" she called to them in greeting, her painted lips pulled up into a smiled as she stopped her wagon. Climbing down it to reveal that she was wearing pants like a man would. Which was frowned upon, completely unladylike and most of all unmoral for a female to wear pants and not a skirt or a dress. "Where do you all reckon I can find some help around her?" she asked them, her voice sound as smooth as velvet, though you could tell that she came from the city even if her language placed her in the country. Silas looked over at the new voice, narrowing his eyes against the bright sun in a gesture that was already causing tiny wrinkles around his eyes despite his youth. Her masculine clothing made her look like someone's bratty tomboy sister, but the brilliant lips marked her as a type of woman the average cowboy was quite familiar with. Regardless of her station, or perhaps because of it, Silas tilted his hat politely. Manners cost him nothing, and it was often useful to be on good terms with saloon girls and ladies of the evening-- and not just for the obvious reasons. "Howdy, ma'am. What kind of help did you need? I'm afraid I might not be able to offer much. I just got to town, myself." A glance across the street revealed Hank sitting on a barrel across from one of the locals, obviously settling in for a long conversation while the grocery clerk scurried around the store collecting items on their order. Luke was nowhere in sight, but that wasn't unusual. Luke often vanished when there was a heavy load of anything that he might be asked to carry. The blonde woman bowed her head slightly "I'm certain I can manage it, Mr. Thanks. It isn't even a full bag." -- truly after all this attention she would close herself up into the cabinet when she meant put the flour away as well. "Thank you for your concern. I will definitely ask if help when I need it." She eyed the bag of flour in his hands, wanting to ask him to put it back down on the sealed barrel she was standing beside but failed in mustering up the courage to do so. While Lydia worked on summoning her nerve a wagon stopped just off of the apothecary porch and a woman hopped down from the front, smiling with white teeth under red, red lips that from Lydia's knowledge of the world belonged only to saloon and show girls. As she made closer toward them the woman's legs caught Ms. Ivy's attention, and she gawked in silent horror at the women in trousers... She understood a woman wearing trousers if she were working in some fields and perhaps with animals but to ride into town in a pair was something out entirely! It was customary to dress one's best when they came to town not... not like this! Beyond the sight of her lips and clothing when she opened her mouth to speak her diction and pronunciation didn't match one another at all, either. The school Mary looked further troubled and fretted She's... putting on airs? Faking an accent? What the blazes are this woman doing?! No, no, no... I can't stay here. I just know I'll say something offensive to-- but why one Earth would you wear trousers AND paint your lips?! She thought, looking increasingly troubled while the girl asked her question. As Silas replied Lydia's eyes shot toward Thanks then to his hand. Gently she tried to take the bag of flour back from him Mr. Thanks could probably help her out while I make my escape to the house... Thanks still smiling went to put the bag back in Lydia before another new person rode up in a wagon Thanks's eyes were drawn over to the girl hoping off the wagon he wasn't bothered by how she acted or talked it reminded him of his women when she spoke Thanks nodded his head, "I may be of some assistance mam, but I have. . ." his eyes were shot over to Ms Lydia snapping her eye's at him then her hands Thanks smiled as he placed the bag back into Lydia's hands, turning back to the women "well looks like I'm free at the moment if your still looking for that help" he said with his normal smile on his face. Rosemary looked at the cowboy who tipped his hat to her, sure he was clean and clean-shaven, but that didn't mean anything. Even though he showed manners towards her, did not mean that he did not have a dark side that he hid from the world. She had seen men like him to often, showing the good side towards society and the daylight while the other, darker side was only shown to women like her at the dead of night. Her red lips twitched slightly at the thought of what the male could be hiding, after all it could be a number of things, like beating a woman, or maybe he had a thing for younger girls. Though before she could say anything, one of the others had spoken up to her, all she could do was rock on her heels as she shoved her hands into her pockets. She could tell that the female was feeling extremely uncomfortable, but even more so was that it was clear the female was frowning upon her. "You all see I'm going to need some help with betterment son my land out yonder. I'll also need help roundin' up my bad houses." she said to them, pointing off towards the skeleton of a home that was covered in weeds and ivy, set off away from town. It was clear that no one had been there in a very long time, she knew that they would be wondering how she was connected to such a place. Her eyes clouded over for a few moments as she wandered back into the past and how that house came to be the way it was now. "Do ya have any skill with that, In jun?" she said to him, not meaning any harm with the common word used for Thanks's race, if he took it the wrong way then there was nothing she could do about it, after all she had yet to get anyone's name, and she only meant well for now. "If your horses have been left as long as the house, I reckon they're wearing someone else's brands by now, ma'am." Silas eyed the ruins of the house, which could only be identified as such with a generous eye and plenty of imagination. Still, he could see how its isolation from town could be useful for certain professions. "We're fixin' up the Pearson place on the' other side of town... going to put in new windows and wallpaper and whatnot. You can have the old things, if you don't mind secondhand. I'll tell Hank and Luke to be careful takin' things out." He doubted she did mind secondhand, especially not secondhand from the richest house in town. If she did, then she was a fool, and he could probably give them away to someone else. The garrulous Mr. Lodge at the general store had mentioned a widow woman who did cooking out of her old neglected house at the edge of town. Perhaps they could bargain with this Mrs. Hawthorne to fix up that house in exchange for their meals and laundry. Luke, of course, would argue for fixing up the saloon girl's house in exchange for favors, but he and Hank would have no problem out-voting their tow-headed companion. "And if I see any horses running wild with your brand, I'll bring them around." A road weary-man walking along a young, exhausted gray and white spotted Appaloosa stallion slowly ambled over one of the last hills before entering Little Well. Patting his horse "Ferris" with one hand, Doctor F. C. Peters turned a tattered map over and around in his hand in attempt to get some bearings. His journey westward and into a new life had been a brash choice; a choice he deeply regretted up to this point (and such feelings which were unlikely to change any time soon). With the sun overhead it was difficult to tell if the road had turned away from west, if the time of year had changed, or if he had moved so far south in his wanderings that he could no longer count on the sun being where it had been. Does that even happen? That's the sort of thing that a cattle herder would know, I suppose. I am doing well enough just knowing that the sun sets in the west. Small signs of civilization peaked over the tops of the hills surrounding Little Well, and with a sigh of relief Doctor Peters said"Oh, thank God." Lydia gave a short, tight smile to Thanks and a nod to the young lady who was now addressing him. Her attempt at covertly resting was now completely blown, and her only recourse was to push herself the entire rest of the way to the house no matter how heavy that bag became in her arms or who found their way across the path before her. "It was a pleasure to meet you, Miss, but I am afraid I must be on my way." She nodded to Rosemary and then to Silas with both an increasing stutter and hesitation. "M-mister... Kelly." With a soft voice she excused herself once more from the three others and lugged the cooking flour off toward the east where she knew a table would be waiting to take the load away from her. Her naturally short gait kept her from moving quickly, and her racing mind kept her from taking in the world around her except what was before each foot fall. The weight of her burden, the heat and the tightness of her costume once again this time began to stumble not even half a block away from where she hard parted ways from the others and the small woman found her knees give way before she had time to steady herself on the railing of one of the shops. Silas tipped his hat to the schoolmarm as she stepped away, but his attention was focused on the painted lady in front of him. He chose his words carefully, trying to be diplomatic. "I wouldn't be too optimistic about finding the horses, though." His attention was diverted from the conversation by a glimpse of something odd out the corner of his eye. He turned just in time to see Lydia fall to her knees, and darted to her side without thinking. He caught the bag of flour before she dropped it, holding it negligently in one hand while the other supported her by the elbow. "Miss Ivy! Are you ill? Do you need a doctor?" Miss Ivy shook her head carefully, doing her best to not add to any of the dizziness that was already getting the best of her. "No... I'm not. It's just heat sickness I think. It came on so fast..." She tried to pull herself up with the help of Silas' arm, but it was slow-going and shaky with the greater part of her strength vanquished by heat exhaustion. Educated as she was her mind was swimming with the confusion that accompanied the condition and found it difficult to come up with any other excuse to free herself from his help despite how much she knew she probably needed it at the moment. Eventually she gave up on making an excuse and nodded her heavy head a few times, working up the energy to push out a few more words before her head fogged up too much with the sensation of being over-warm. "Could you? Could you help me get to the house? Just the porch. I just need to... porch. There's no doctor here." Miss Ivy panted and pushed her free hand at her face to wipe away the perspiration from her now extremely pale face. "I reckon they are, by now." Rosemary said to him in reply as she looked distantly up at was left of her childhood home, the only thing really standing out was the ivy covered chimney. When he mentioned that he was fixing up the old Pearson place, she couldn't help but look back at him, thinking for a few minutes more. "I would appreciate that, save me a fortune on glass." she said to him as she nodded her head, her mind wandered, wondering what was going to happen to the place, considering her and Gabe used to play together growing up, and she had reckoned her had a crush on her, but it didn't matter anymore. "Much obliged if you could do so. Though I doubt they be wearing any brand considering how long they have been left behind." she said to him, nodding her head towards him, after all she appreciated what he was offering even though he was still rather busy with his own work. "Oh I apologize, my maw would tan my hide for my lack of manners. I am Rosemary Hunter. It was nice meeting you all....and sorry for interrupting." her lips tugged up in a smile to them, tilting her hat slightly to them, her red smile grew a bit more as she notices the teacher stutter. She has seen many women act like that, and mostly to men that they had crushes on. "I reckon not but I would still appreciate it all the same. I can always buy them back if need be." she said to him, before watching him dart away to the female who seemed to be having some problems trying to make her way home. She could understand his concern, she took the water bag off her carriage, going over to the male and female as he handed the bag to them. "Here you go....this may be able to help. No worries it is just water.....you have this handle correct? If so I shall be moving on, she doesn't seem comfortable around me." she said to him, trying not to intrude too much, wanting to give them a chance to get to know each other, she gave a small wave as she went back to her carriage and the Indian that she had left standing there. "So shall we go survey the land or find out if it belongs to anyone at the moment?" she said to Thanks as she smiled, looking around the town to see if she can spot the one building that can tell her about the land holdings. "Thank you, Ms. Hunter. That will help." Silas nodded gratefully and offered the water bag to the teacher. "Here. Have a drink of water. Which way is your house?" Silas bit his lip and looked around for someone to help. He knew how to deal with heat exhaustion-- and broken bones, cuts, scrapes, snakebites. Every ranch hand learned basic first aid skills as a matter of course, but he'd never expected to use them on a woman. Even if it hadn't been awkward, he wasn't certain the remedies he knew were appropriate for a delicate female. Still, if there wasn't a doctor, he had to do the best he could. When Lydia took the canteen he fumbled with the knot that held the bandana around his neck. That accomplished he stood awkwardly, trying to figure out how to wet it while she was holding the canteen, and he was holding her upright with one arm. "If... if we could wet this..." The path down the main drag of down had been near deserted compared to the hustle and bustle of Baltimore, but being somewhat oblivious and rather distracted with the desire to get out of the noon-time sun, Doctor Peters did not immediately notice Lydia or Silas in their predicament. Instead, he tied Ferris up to a shaded hitching post near Little Well's best advertised saloon (the one with the most recently painted sign). It was only as he was ambling to the doorway had he noticed that there was a young lady in distressed with her arm held up by a titan of a man looking bewildered. Pausing in his tracks, and blocking the door in and out of the saloon, Peters glanced around the street for a plank indicating the location of the town's doctor's office. He had heard that some places out west had to make do without the fine things in life, but no doctor? That'd be silly. Walking back to Ferris and his pack, Peters took out his small black doctor's bag and started walking up to the pair in order to one, help in case the issue was medical in nature, and two, determine if Little Well was a place that he would be honor bound to stay in until another doctor could be found. Lydia processed words slowly as the fog of her thoughts drifted from her discomfort to not choking on the water she was trying to drink down. She knew she shouldn't drink it all but how she wanted to... An extended moment passed before she relinquished the canteen to Silas with shaking hands and closed her eyes. "Just... just let me have a seat on this step, maybe." She breathed meekly. How embarrassing. A spell like this one happening to some poor defenseless school teacher out in the middle of everything just screamed talk-of-the-town for all those housewives she had known since taking up the position. It was a sure bet there would be question clear into next week-- especially with the cattleman tending to her. She turned her head and saw the shadow of a much willpower man approaching with a bag. It had been a month since she had seen a doctor stop over in Little Well, generally folks that fancy didn't stick around that long, but it made clear exactly who he was, and she was very relieved. "Well... call me a liar, Mr. Kelly, I believe... I believe we do have a doctor in Little Well." Silas cast an appraising eye over the newcomer, noting the fineness of the clothes under the signs of hard wear and the youth of the face beneath the layer of trail dust. The face said 'too young', but the black bag and the buttons on his coat sleeves were the hallmark of a doctor. And certainly the man looked too frail to be good for anything else. Possibly he was one of those few who had come out West for their health, although he lacked the usual spots of hectic color in his cheeks. Truly, the young man was a puzzle, but Silas was willing to take him at face value, at least for now. Anything to ease the awkwardness of caring for an attractive young lady. He stood taller and unconsciously dropped into the accent of his Eastern education. It sat strangely with his rough clothing and callused hands. "The lady claims heat exhaustion, Doctor. She's probably correct, but I'm sure she'd appreciate a professional opinion." "Ah, her, yes... I am a medical professional." Peters said with his eyes focused on Lydia. Already his palms were starting to sweat, and he could hear his pulse hasten in his ears. The young doctor knew that he would have to be as professional as possible if he was going to make his Little Will debut here. Why did it have to be a young lady? Of all people it just had to be woman." You, um, said it was heat exhaustion...?"his voice trailed off as if he was going to say more as he turned to Silas in order to get a grip on the situation before he started stammering like a drunkard at midnight. Without really waiting for an answer his mind quietly ticked through the common ailments and symptoms of heat exhaustion. Clearly she had lost her balance, dizziness. She had been sweating some, though maybe not profusely. She also had looked a little agitated, perhaps that was confusion or was there some argument he hadn't heard? Do country folk really always squabble over little land claims? Do people out here really have shoot-outs at high noon? Why ishighnoon different fromnoonnoon? His mind ambled on before he found sense enough to quickly move to drag Lydia away from the sunlight. Silas helped the doctor shoo Lydia into the shade, mildly amused by the doctor's befuddlement. The man-- or perhaps boy was a better word, for he was very young despite the black bag-- appeared fairly competent once he was started. "She'd probably be better off inside. I'm sure the lady would rather not swoon out here where anyone can see her." As if those words had been prophetic, familiar voices could be heard in the general store, growing louder as they neared the exit. The cowboy winced and straightened, turning toward his companions. "I'm sure you have everything in hand, Doctor. I should be getting to the Pearson place... we may have some work to make it liveable for the night." He glanced over his shoulder at the store, then looked back and tipped his hat. "Ma'am. Doctor." Silas strode toward the store, hoping to distance himself from them before Hank and Luke came out and started ribbing him-- or worse, making inappropriate comments about the schoolmarm. Lydia frowned at the mention of swooning in public... that would have been perhaps the one thing more traumatizing than her current situation. "Y-yes, Doctor. Please?" As she straightened up to stabilize on her feet a little better Silas excused himself and made for the shop across the way where the voices of his partners could clearly be heard. Lydia frowned some and looked toward the closest door she could escape into in case either of them decided to remind everyone the well established reputation of the average cowboy. "I'm really sorry about this inconvenience, Doctor. This might just be the hottest day it's been in years." Behind closed eyes she reprimanded herself for her choices which brought her into this situation again. "There is a bench inside Mr. Blackwell's store here. It should be right for resting on."

Heroes of the Old West [Seeking Players]|rating:4.0

A Queen, a Rose and a Thorny Proposition (Wyatt and jouzinka)

[Reserved for Summary] Her bare soles did not make a sound as she moved through the dark halls, navigating their way as if on their own will, knowing the path all too well. If anyone met her at that time – haunting the cold and deserted halls of the Royal palace in the dead hour before dawn – they might think her rather queer, even insane considering she didn’t even bother to dress herself beyond what modesty would command. The comfortable sleeping robe moved as silently as the figure itself seemingly glided on air as if she were a ghost. The only echo in the hall were soft ruffling sounds of her silk overdress that she quickly drew across her shoulders when she desperately made for the exit from her chambers, certain beyond doubt that if contained for a mere moment longer she’d suffocate on her own grief. Dark unbound curls bounced in the rhythm of her steps brushing her shoulders and her face, a delicate set of features that even in its youth now mirrored the wrenching sorrow she fought hard to contain inside. Yet, despite her pain, her movement bore no heaviness, her back was straight, her shoulders pulled back, and her chin was held high. On the outside she was the epitome of regal composure. On the inside… Reaching her destination, she stood in front of the door, catching her breath as her chest heaved heavily from the frantic escape, the fabric of her clothing straining with the movements. One hand reached for the door-handle, slender long fingers stained with paint – now a wicked memento of the afternoon happiness – wrapped around the cold ornate metal and pushed on it, opening and closing the door behind her in one fluid graceful movement of a skilled dancer that she was, cutting the hall back into its haunting darkness after a small ray of light momentarily escaped from within the room. Inside the chapel was bathed in soft warm orange glow coming from flickering lights of the candles, making shadows dance on the smooth round walls. There has always been light and warmth in the sanctuary. The golden glow danced on her tanned olive skin, accentuating her exotic complexion, while rendering her eyes nearly black, as they scanned the room for the unlikely visitor in this odd hour, her hands busying themselves to light two candles - one for her mother whom she never knew, and one for her father, whom she dearly missed, more so on days and nights as desperate as this one. Her full lips parted, trembling under the acute reminder of her solitude as she silently thanked the Mother Goddess for safekeeping of her parents’ souls. Moving just as silently as she navigated through the dark corridors moments ago she proceeded around the perimeter of the room to the main altar of the Holy Trinity – the Mother, the Father and the Son – kneeling on a prepared rug with sewn-in gravel. If the motion hurt her at all, she gave no outward sign, her focused expression bordering on obsessive insanity. After all, one could only show pious devotion through pain. Joining the palms of her hands in prayer she silently thanked the Gods for her husband’s and her own health – the arrival of her monthly women’s week heralding she is indeed healthy and ready to bear a child – begging them in their endless kindness and wisdom to grant her the happiness of her husband’s seed taking root inside her the next time she visits his chambers… The tears that escaped from under her eyes and rolled down her cheeks as she recited her prayer, so familiar to her from the countless repetitions in the past three years, were large, hot, crystal clear proofs of her ongoing incapability to bear an heir. They stained the smooth, still somewhat youthfully plump skin of her cheeks and pooled at the base of her neck where her collarbones join, but she ignored them in her prayer, unwilling to part her hands that were joined in prayer before her prayer ended. Her lips moved as she recounted the words, echoing as an incomprehensible murmur in the round chapel. In her prayer she remembered her husband, those closest to him, to her, nor, in conclusion, the wellbeing of the Kingdom. The murmur stopped with the end of her prayer, but she remained kneeling in front of the altar, rejoicing in the momentary peace that dawned in her soul. Inevitably, though, dark thoughts crept back into her mind, just as securely as the sun was about to rise upon the horizon and shine its light on a new day, a new cycle. A new round of having to tell her husband she is not with child, despite all their efforts. A new round of accusations, a new round of prodding, of explanations and theories of why she isn’t pregnant, a new search for ways, clues, techniques, old womanish recipes and potions. A new hope that at the end of the cycle there would be no blood stained sheets… Rising from her position she wiped her damp cheeks and walked to one of the benches that stood freely in the middle of the room and sat, preferring the company of silent statues and flickering lights. She was in no rush to get back to her quarters. Somebody, sometime would find her here. The skin on her back itched and tingled, and she fidgeted a little as she sat. Every needle artist she ever told of her problems said it was next to impossible… yet, there were times when the ink in her body itched so unbearably she’d happily cut it out. In her solitude her thoughts drifted years and lands away, to a fourteen years old girl, carefree and merry, not yet burdened with the oppressing necessity to provide the King with a son. Outside the sky had taken a steely-Grey tone, the rising sun painting the clouds upon it in vivid red color… Era Rose Windfall heard the sound of the Queen’s gentle footfalls leaving her bed chamber and moving on slowly down the hallway towards the chapel. She sighed deeply and slipped from her own bed and chambers just across the cold, drafty hallway and pulled on a long, diaphanous redcoat and walked silently into the Queen’s chambers, pulled back the covers and saw the blood stained linens just as she knew she would. Pulling her curly red tresses back and up and tying them out of the way, rather than call a chambermaid, Era took to the task of changing the bedclothes, knowing she needed to give One some time to herself.(she set to making herself busy with the task, Era thought hard and long on the number of times this had now occurred over the past three years, and with each passing month, One not only became more upset and distraught, but Era well knew that her very life and place as Queen were moving quickly towards a dangerous slope. King Harder was under immense pressure to produce an heir, Moreno because his own rule and manners were unpopular both with the Nobility, who saw him as weak and distracted by silly dabbling and obsessions with the arts, and by the serfs and peasants who found their lands heavily taxed amid a series of poor growing seasons for the land. Smoothing out the fresh, new bottom, then top sheets, Era had learned the whispered tales of what happened to the first two wives of her Uncle, King Josef, the deceased Father of King Harder. When neither woman produced a male heir, nor even a female child for that matter, each was deposed and locked in gilded cages deep in the Castle, supposedly to live out their barren lives in comfort, yet each had seen their light and life fade out quickly, with a slow acting poison that mimicked a common wasting illness said to have been their fate, though officially the Court Physician declared their ends to be natural. Josef’s third wife produced only one viable child, Harder, with a female being stillborn after a difficult delivery that took her Mother’s life as well. None in the Kingdom would openly state the obvious, that Josef’s line was simply not a virile, fertile one, yet the whispers grew louder now that his son seemed equally inept at producing offspring. Kera’s own Father, Prince Orin, and brother of Josef, seemed to have inherited all the qualities that his brother and nephew lacked. Era was the eighth child born to Orin, with six surviving still after the war had reduced their number by two. Despised by her older siblings, Era’s luxurious red hair, crystal green eyes, creamy and lightly freckled complexion, along with the abundant curves that were part of her otherwise petite frame certainly did mark her as something apart from her sibling with their deep brown hair, lean frames, especially her two lithe, willowy sisters, and moderate skin tones. Though none would outright challenge Orin’s assertion that Era was his daughter, of which there was no doubt, and the child of his wife, Philip, whose image and likeness all of her siblings reflected and of which there was much doubt, more than one servant in the Winter Palace where Era was born in the north would swear that both Philip and Orin’s mistress and servant, Racine, were with child then. Philip did not survive giving birth, not surprising in that she barely lived through that of Era’s sister Grace, just a few years before. Whether the redheaded Racine was truly with child then, and whether Philip’s child died with her, mattered not, for Prince Orin claimed it not to be so, hailing Era Rose as his full-blooded daughter, and the word of the Kingdom’s fiercest warrior, greatest general and hardest man was not to be called into question, not even by King Josef himself. Orin’s conquests of women before and after his betrothal to Philip were quite notorious, but the only suspected child of his many liaisons was Era, and so in many ways, she bore the brunt not only of her alleged Mother’s sins, and Racine indeed did fawn over and care for Era like a Mother would, but she also embodied her doting Father’s transgressions. All of this might have broken a weaker child, and then woman, but even after Racine died just after Era turned nine year of age, Era Rose proved to possess a fiery, passionate spirit that would not be broken, and a tendency towards ignoring the unwritten rules of Court life, always to her advantage. Having befriended One as a child, she was now the Queen’s handmaiden, companion and confidante, spending far more time in the bed she now completed making than her dear cousin the King ever did. The sun was readying itself to rise as she made her way to the Royal chapel, she found One alone and lonely, her heartbreaking at the sight of the look of loss and hopeless hope that touched the Queen’s lovely visage. Never one to trust her own fate to prayer or wistfulness, Era took a deep breath and steeled herself as she approached One and covered her shoulders with the warmth of her hands,“Why do you punish yourself for that which is not, nor ever has been your fault?” Era demanded and chided One lightly, in a way reminiscent of a kinder, gentler version of her Father, “Kneeling on stones is not the answer, nor a proper or necessary thing for a Queen of the land to do. Oh, tell me not of humbling yourself before the heavens or your husband, neither has delivered a child into your womb and I believe they should be the ones humbling themselves in your iridescent presence.” Kera’s night clothes were of a scanty, veiled material, one which the rising sun made nearly transparent, her pale skin, pert, strawberry tipped breasts and the neatly trimmed patch of hair betwixt her legs all left quite visible to one’s gaze. Humility and modesty were not traits that defined Era in any way, though her own physical being been but a shadow of the exotic and undeniable beauty of her dear friend and Queen.“Come to bed, One, I have a warm compress to help with the pain of the cramps and will order up some tea with chamomile to help you sleep. I will stay with you, One, and take care of you the way your husband should be,” she told the Queen, her hands slipping down to gently message One’s sore and swollen breasts, hating that with each passing month her friend was induced and seduced into drinking or eating some dubious form of fertility potions, grains, seeds or worse, all of which made her only more uncomfortable, and sometimes outright ill, when they failed to work.“Please?” One pleaded softly and kissed One’s cheek as she beckoned her to leave the chapel and its trappings of blind obedience and suffering in the name of some vague notion of divinity that Era simply would never abide or bend a knee to (blank stare pinned to her hands she thought of all the people, the maids, involved in changing her linen, the laundresses that would wash it, as well as her blood-stained bed robe, the sheets… by the morning half the servants will know the Queen is not with child. The cooks will be notified to serve the King’s breakfast in his chambers, as opposed to winter garden, where they usually break their fast together. And that’s when Harder, the King, her husband, will know that she failed him again. She could go to him. Sneak into his chambers, crawl into his bed and have him squeeze her so tight in his embrace she wouldn’t be able to breathe. He would comfort her; tell her he wouldn’t let the vultures that have been circling over their heads for months now descend on them. He’d tell her they’d try again, and she could let the gut-twisting sorrow loose and weep herself to sleep in his arms. Only, of course, her husband would do none of it. If she went to him now, he’d be confused as to why she was there, since it wasn’t time for their… attempt. He would, probably, send her back to her chambers; most certainly after he’d had learned about her current state. There would be no comfort, no compassion and no support. Just as there was no warmth, love, not as much as fondness, in her marriage. Nothing beyond a sacred vow and duty and a mark so prominent she could never be separated from him again… Ione could hear soft feminine footfalls in the hallway and recognized the rhythm belonging to her dear friend. Era’s approach made her smile; a soft sad smile, but nevertheless, the coming of a friend was a welcomed distraction from her dark thoughts. The door opened and in entered the familiar figure. One watched the way Era’s hips swayed. While her own stride was graceful and fluid, Era was walking seduction. Slow and swaying, yet not grotesquely so. Loose curls of red hair that escaped the knot sitting on her nape bounced around her face, bringing the attention to the beautiful feminine features, away from her undeniably feminine figure, barely half-concealed in her night robes. The orange glow of the candles gave her hair a nearly otherworldly fiery glint. Yet, for all the girly giggles and womanly gestures, there was fierceness of a warrior in her heart. Ione bristled inwardly at Era’s touch, making sure she gave no outward sign of it. As always, when her monthly blood hit her, her behavior swung unpredictably. Sometimes she longed for touch, other times she was ready to bite the offending hand off… But it was not Era’s fault for presuming one or the other, so she steeled herself and endured Era’s vision of giving her comfort, knowing she appreciated the gesture to the bottom of her soul.“Why do you punish yourself for that which is not, nor ever has been your fault? Kneeling on stones is not the answer, nor a proper or necessary thing for a Queen of the land to do. Oh, tell me not of humbling yourself before the heavens or your husband, neither has delivered a child into your womb and I believe they should be the ones humbling themselves in your iridescent presence.”“Why indeed?” One’s answer came out a rasp as the sound made its way through her throat clenched with tears; it gave her naturally rather deep voice a very different tone. “Does it matter, whether it is or isn’t my fault? They will all blame me anyway.” She sought Era’s green eyes with her own, knowing hers most likely were rather red and swollen from weeping. Even though the red haired girl was her childhood friend, One knew she could not give way to her sadness. Era knew she wept, and she would likely not contain a few more tears before she’d fall asleep again, but she was the Queen. She was not allowed to be weak. Yet with Era she allowed herself the luxury of not hiding entirely.“Come to bed, One, I have a warm compress to help with the pain of the cramps and will order up some tea with chamomile to help you sleep. I will stay with you, One, and take care of you the way your husband should be…” Ione winced as Era’s hands touched her painfully swollen breasts, gently gathering the girl’s hands into her own, intertwining their fingers together as she kissed the back of Era’s hand.“Please?” Who could resist such a sweet plea? One let Era drag her away from the chapel, releasing only one of her hands, the other two still holding fast while they walked to the Queen’s chambers.“This is the third cycle,” One said out of the blue, the duo having walked silently for a while. “I’ll dismiss the physician in the morning…” she thought aloud. She would allow herself not to be treated now; purge the body of the herbs and tinctures the physician had administered, and then she’d have to start anew – looking for a new person, who would promise her the moon… and that they’d get put a child in her belly within a fortnight with this tried and true method…“Another person who would not be getting the reward.” It was known as far and as wide as One dared to spread the word that the person to help the Royal family beget a child would be suitably royally rewarded. She could not spread the word too loud or too far, though. Their enemies have been gathering strength, growing larger and getting louder for decades now, both within and without the Kingdom. The one thing that could save her could so easily become the thing that would undo her and her King… It did have a brighter side, at least for One. For a month or two now she wouldn’t have to visit the King every other day as the chances of them welcoming a child would be next to nothing. Doing so only once every three days was her only solace. The chambermaids disposed of the dirty sheets and her bed robe. Upon arrival the room looked just as deserted as she had left it. One was immensely glad; the blood-stained sheets would be haunting her for days to come to her own mind as well as reminders of her failed duty from right and left. She did not need to be acutely reminded of it. Crawling into the bed One slipped into Era’s embrace easily and comfortably. Nestling her head under Era’s chin One could hear her heartbeat – strong and regular, while she idly played with the embroidery on the back of Era’s sleeping robe.“Thank you,” One said. What for? Ione had to ask herself. She hoped it was of the things that needed not be specified. Era has been there, with her and for her, for many years, just as One had always been there with and for Era. For comfort, companionship, for support. For warmth and fondness when there was none to be found in their lives. For being the closest thing she ever had to a sister, for being closer than half of her family that she shared paternal blood with… Era knew that most would walk on pins and needles around One for now, her mood, like any women at such a time, was unknowable, and with the added stress that only One could possibly know, all would fear the lovely and loving Queen, save for Era. She had weathered the tempests of One in the past, the tears, anger, even recriminations, though the latter were usually self-inflicted upon the Queen. Era’s own temper was far worse and more blunt and obvious, but it was the contrast with One’s serene manner and softly enchanting beauty that made her outbursts all the more frightening, or pitiful, often both. Still, Era had been raised, by design and necessity upon love of the hardest kind, a deep and strong devotion between her and her Father, but no room for coddling, pity or even more than passing empathy. She knew she had and was his heart, but Era was raised to survive in the harsh light that Lord Orin knew life would cast upon her, and so while her way and manner were far less brusque and more maternal, though she had never been with child herself the instincts and memories of her Mother were there, she was always as firm with One as she was gentle. If nothing else, the Queen knew that Era never spoke a lie to her, for lies were convenient, and Era was quite the opposite of a convenient woman. Taking her dear friend’s hand, she merely nodded as the thought of dismissing the latest charlatan to be given charge over One’s body and life, but smiled a soft and coy smile when the Queen mentioned the reward going unclaimed and remaining undeserved,“Perhaps, Milady, what would help you most is the kindness of one whose only reward would be the perpetuation and strengthening of the line of succession, and perhaps who wishes to see your smile, that wonderful smile that makes you bring to mind the loveliness of your Mother to all who knew her,” Era replied, but of course, it was a seemingly idealistic and unrealistic thought. People did not do such things for reasons like that, not even the one who should as bound by his oaths of fealty and love to both Kingdom and Queen, King Harder. If One’s own husband would not be motivated by anything more than his own tenuous grasp upon the throne, the thought that another might aid her for such reasons was folly. Like the terms honor and nobility, such words were given out with ease, but rarely earned through the difficult and arduous manner of character building that they truly required. Two candles had been lit by Era in the Queen’s chambers, with soothing scents and casting a tawny light in the room left dark by heavy curtains drawn over the windows. Lying back she took One into her arms and upon her own soft breast, stroking the Queen softly, sweetly across her hair and arm and pressing a warm, smooth stone to her aching belly and womb, kissing One’s forehead and bidding her to sleep.“Dream, dream of your child, and as you do trust in me that I know more than what a silly girl might know, and that when you awake, I will tell you of a man whose heart is pure and stout and whose methods of curing your empty womb have been proven time and time again…believe in me and dream, One, as I believe in you with all my heart and soul, my Queen, my friend, my sister that never was, but always should have been…” she spoke in dulcet tones, one that led quietly, softly, beautifully into the song that she then sang to One, in a voice whose rich and sonorous timber and tone could only be matched by the Queen’s ephemeral physical beauty. Era sang... Sleep my child and peace attend thee, All through the night Guardian angels God will send thee, All through the night Soft the drowsy hours are creeping, Hill and dale in slumber sleeping my loved ones' watch am I keeping, All through the night Angels watching, e'er around thee, All through the night Midnight slumber close surround thee, All through the night Soft the drowsy hours are creeping, Hill and dale in slumber sleeping my loved ones' watch am I keeping, All through the night While the moon her watch is keeping All through the night While the weary world is sleeping All through the night'er thy spirit gently stealing Visions of delight revealing Breathes a pure and holy feeling All through the night Angels watching ever round thee All through the nightie thy slumbers close surround thee All through the night They will of all fears disarm thee, No forebodings should alarm thee, They will let no peril harm thee All through the night. Though I roam a minstrel lonely All through the nightly true harp shall praise sing only All through the night Love's young dream, alas, is overYet my strains of love shall hover Near the presence of my overall through the nighthawk, a solemn bell is ringing Clear through the night Thou, my love, art heavenward winging Home through the night Earthly dust from off thee shaken Soul immortal shalt thou awaken With thy last dim journey taken Home through the night When One awoke later, after Era's dreams and words and song worked their magic, she would be ready to answer questions from the Queen, ones answered in ways that the Queen would no doubt object to and flat out deny, yet Era was nothing if not persistent and creative in her ways of making others see the light of her words. One fit snugly into the pit of Era’s shoulder. How many nights have they spent in each other’s arms? Heated and passionate or comforting and loving, her chambers or Era’s chambers… Era has always been beside her since childhood. In good times and bad – when they were doing mischief inappropriate for high-born little Ladies and when they were being properly chastised for it. In more ways than many, Era was much greater a support, solace and refuge than her husband ever were. Her body nearly as familiar to One as her own, her hand rested on Era’s waist, her fingers making idle circles, the warmth and texture of her smooth skin permeating the wispy material the red-headed girl wore to bed; the familiar scent of Era, the steady rise and fall of her chest and the warm stone pressed to her abdomen all lulled One to sleep, yet Era’s words that she spoke earlier in the hall kept coming back…“Perhaps, Milady, what would help you most is the kindness of one whose only reward would be the perpetuation and strengthening of the line of succession, and perhaps who wishes to see your smile, that wonderful smile that makes you bring to mind the loveliness of your Mother to all who knew her.” They made no sense. Although his kindness would definitely mend a number of wounds she was carrying inside, King Harder, whose reward would definitely be securing the line of succession, didn’t wish to see her smile. He probably wouldn’t mind, but on the other hand, he didn’t particularly mind seeing her in tears either. What did her mother have to do with it? She died in child bed much too soon for Harder to remember her, let alone know her smile. Despite her busy thoughts One was drifting between sleep and consciousness a few times. Her muscles relaxed, her breathing slowed, her fingers on Era’s waist stopped moving. And there, in the special place between dream and reality a voice came:“Dream, dream of your child, and as you do trust in me that I know more than what a silly girl might know, and that when you awake, I will tell you of a man whose heart is pure and stout and whose methods of curing your empty womb have been proven time and time again…believe in me and dream, One, as I believe in you with all my heart and soul, my Queen, my friend, my sister that never was, but always should have been…” The room was dark, dank and empty. Only one tiny ray of light was coming through heavy metal door – a yellowish stream slicing the surrounding darkness. Drops dripping from the ceiling echoed in the hall as well as her cell. She was sitting on a hard pallet, covered in damp and moldy straw, her body shivering in the cold, while she had her knees pulled up under her chin, hugging them with her arms. Her eyelids were heavy from lack of sleep… and she was scared. And she has been weeping, her throat raw. Even now… it was clenched nearly painfully. From a distance footfalls echoed in the cell, her instincts immediately sharpened and alert. They grew louder and louder… and then they stopped close. Much too close to her liking and fear has twisted her insides into a tight knot. A key rattled in the lock of the door of her cell and her entire body tensed in horror. Shaking visibly now she tried and stood up, knowing there was nowhere to run, but desperately trying to control the urge to do so regardless, as the door opened. Her eyes hurt from the light that engulfed the cell now; she could only hear the slow, measured footsteps to come even closer to her. As if she had only now realized she’s practically naked, she tried to cover herself with her clothes that were no more than rags at this point, barely covering her chest and abdomen, leaving nearly all of her body bare… her long and lanky legs visible, muscles on her thighs and calves still rippling under her skin as she shifted from one foot to another, despite her apparent starvation in her cell. Her eyes only slowly adjusted to the light, but she chanced to look at the person that entered. An apparent soldier from the way he held himself, she observed. Something about him was strangely, comfortingly familiar…“Do you confess?” The words resonated within her as if he’d pluck a string within her with his deep and rich voice… She recognized him. Her knees gave way under her, and she slowly slid down the stony wall, shaking her head as she sobbed, softly, the sharp pang of betrayal slicing through her aching body like a sword. “I have done nothing,” she said, her voice hoarse from disuse and the tears that were welling in her eyes. But she would not weep, she would not scream. She wouldn’t show how broken she was. Turning her pleading eyes up to the man that towered above her now as she sat on the cold floor, she pleaded, her voice just above a whisper: “Do not let him hurt the children…” Then, from behind him, one of the guards walked up to her, stood next to her for a heartbeat and then back-handed her with such force she hit the ground in the next instant. Before she could push herself up, he barked: “Ya will only speak when ya’RR spoken to.” And with that, he kicked her into her stomach so forcefully he knocked all air out of her chest. “SLUT!” Ione woke up with a start, sitting up on her bed, not knowing whether the scream of horror was a part of her dream or her reality. Alas! It took moments for her to discern what was reality and what was a nightmare. Her breathing was coming in quick shallow breaths, and she was shaking uncontrollably. She closed her eyes and took a few deep calming breaths… Reality was brought back to her just as Era entered the room with a tray from the kitchen, apparently, about to set it on the table next to one of the large windows, no longer draped over by dark curtains, but revealed, letting inside the warm light of a sunny day. Only for One the confinement of her quarters was everything but inviting; she hated the place, especially after a night such as this one. Yet again she could not wait to be gone…“Era, dear,” she said, pushing the blanket off of her body and leaving the bed, “I’d much rather break our fast in your quarters, on the terrace. It would suit much better on such a lovely day.” Pulling her night robe over her shoulders, One knew she managed to shake off the nightmare quickly, her slightly trembling fingers would now go largely missed, as well as the slightly different tone to her voice. It was a matter of survival to play the regal, always calm, always well-mannered Queen. If she had any outbursts, they were short-lived and, apparently, all the more frightening. Having practiced the role of One, the Queen, for more than two decades now, she could fool them all. All, but Era, for most of the time. Whether the other girl did pick up on her discomfort, or was simply being obedient, she did take the tray back to her own chambers.“I will need my audition dress for the King, the blue one” One stated her command to the other maidens in her room as she made for the door, holding it open so that Era could pass, “prepare my riding clothes and alert the stables myself and Lady Windfall will be going for a ride.” Crossing the hall, One held the door open for Era again and opened the magnificent window to Era’s adjacent terrace as they proceeded. While her chambers had one much alike, Era’s chambers were on Eastern side of the Palace. And so it would just be full of the beautiful sunlight and, most importantly, away from her own quarters. And while Era would, no doubt, sit under the enormous parasol to protect her creamy pale skin, One would be able to expose her face to the rejuvenating sunlight. She was silent, perhaps eerily so. But there was little to talk about besides her gut-twisting nightmare. One needed a few moments to gain her composure fully to convey it, knowing Era will be all ears, she concentrated herself on helping to unload the tray. When she finally sat on a chair, across the table from Era, she looked at the food nearly dubious. Realizing she was not hungry at all, she simply stared at the assortment of meat and vegetables and fruits and sweets… everything a picky appetite could wish for. Only she had none. Her long fingers reached for a tea kettle, slender and elegant silver work with ornate handle, and she poured herself a goblet, at least, hoping beyond hope she would find the liquid tasty. Her lips curled around the edge of the curved goblet as she took a sip, but it was tasteless in her mouth. At least then, she sat back in her chair, turning her face that bore the signs of her restless night – her features were sunken, there was a shadow around her eyes that usually wasn’t there and her eyelids were heavy - to the sun, her dark curls shining in the light as they brushed her shoulders.“Did the morning sun shed light on any interesting gossip that surfaced through the night?” she asked. Although One was comfortable existing in silence with Era, being gloomy would not help. The two would be silent beside one another as soon as they could spurt out of the castle on horseback. Just after her unpleasant audience with the King… and even more unpleasant visit with the royal physician and the council. Era heard the tail end of an agonizing scream, she had heard them before, each time after One’s monthly arrived and the pressure mounted, but Era allowed her friend and lover her dignity, knowing that she needed comfort and brightness far more than pity and worry, though worry Era did, she kept it deep inside.“Yes, some fresh air will do us both some great good,” Era answered, also knowing that the possibility of prying ears and eyes was greatly reduced on her balcony. One was right, Era did indeed choose to sit beneath the parasol, the off the shoulder gown she wore at the moment exposing her creamy pale skin all the more, and the light sprinkling of freckles that the sun occasionally kissed her with, while One’s golden flesh shone in the light as if it was indeed a gift from the sun itself, sent to shine among the mendacity of humankind, like One herself. Kera had a most curious smile on her face when One asked about the current gossip and whispers making their way around the Court, but knowledge was always power, and one did not need to be a Queen or King to know how to use that to her advantage, and for One’s health,“Oh, I know of quite a juicy nugget, but I fear I can only share it with someone who appreciates all the effort I went to in acquiring all of this sustenance for her…when you eat, then I shall share what a little birdie told me, and trust me, my Lady, this you truly must know.” Picking at more than her share of the delights upon the tray, Era enjoyed eating each morsel with a Cheshire Cat grin and that rather sensuous way she was able to make even the most commonplace of daily activities look and seem. When One finally broke down and began at least to peck healthily at her food, Era spoke in a rather coy and knowing manner,“It is my understanding, from a truly reliable source, that our dear Court Physician has become quite enchanted and infatuated with a somewhat comely and most definitely energetic and wily red haired trollop, one who challenges even his knowledge of the human condition and form in ways of pleasing the flesh, so much so that she has gained significance influence over his thoughts and recommendations to the King regarding your fertility. It seems he will be informing your dear husband that your womb needs to detoxify itself after all of these treatments before another is tried, that perhaps each is cancelling the other out and that two months’ time without them might prove rather…fruitful,” Era noted, and given her penchant for using her body and beauty to gain what she desired, and that she seemed to desire nothing more than One’s health and happiness, it was not hard to decipher who the clever vixen beguiling and bewitching the good doctor was. After allowing that news, which wasn’t officially news yet, to sink in, Era asked One quite seriously,“Have you ever considered the possibility that the vessel which the King seeks to fill is not the problem, but rather that there is something amiss in the pipe he attempts to fill it from? After all, his Father’s difficulties in producing an heir may be something that was passed along with the Crown. Perhaps one could test that theory by allowing another to attempt to fill the vessel in question, someone with the right bloodlines, and an unquestionably well working, ahem, a bit of plumbing.” Kera, of course, had several brothers, all cousins of the King, most of whom claimed to despise Era, though One knew that three of the four had already tried to sleep with their half-sister. Two of them were now married with several children of their own, proven plumbing indeed. Could Era be suggesting an affair of that sort? It made sense now, her words before One fell asleep, if this is what she meant all along, though, of course, not even Era would never say something so bold that outright. One was leaning back in her chair, holding the goblet with tea in both her hands, enjoying the warmth seeping through. The sun shone directly onto the terrace, yet there was also a gentle breeze, smoothing the sun’s hot touch. It ruffled One’s hair, as well as the light sleeping robe wherever the fine cream silk peeked out of the much heavier moss-colored velvet overcoat, brushing her slender legs, now outstretched in front of her, her feet out of her sandals. It was a calm refuge before the frantic and unpleasant activity of the day. Her gaze glided over Era; the graceful movement of her hands as she prepared her meal, the bounce of the vibrant red tresses that escaped the hairstyle, the way they brushed the creamy skin of her shoulders, how they touched the bosom, revealed in her off-the-shoulder gown, the fabric straining to contain the flesh in place with nearly every breath, the freckles on her nose moving as she spoke and grinned, the curl of her vibrantly red lip… The Queen’s heart swelled with many feelings – the love she felt for Era, admiration of her vibrant spirit, the fear of losing her… Obviously, the bond between them had been strong, formed many years ago, when Era was a princess – daughter of the King’s brother – and One destined to be Queen one day. But so much time to pass between a little girl and “one day” – back then she was no more than a loyal friend’s daughter. But the thing that brought them closest, perhaps, was their parentage. Era was a rumored bastard… One’s mother was an acknowledged one. The other “pure-blooded” children often didn’t extend much more of affection towards them beyond civility. And so Era and One were often left over for one another, but ultimately they made the best out of it. One didn’t doubt the bond between them was strong, but has it yet been truly tested? If it was between her and the Crown, what side would Era take? One knew she had no particular love or hate towards the King, but her father was a very different story. They revered each other… Ione was not afraid to lose the crown or the comfortable life; she had Era’s love and loyalty now, but she dreaded the day she’d lose her. Although One had three brothers and a number of relatives from her father’s first marriage, her brothers have been in service to the Crown abroad or on sea for years now and as for her other family… there was hardly any warmth. Kera was practically the only person she considered family that she was close to now and on days such as this, when she was gloomy and the ground under her feet was shaking and becoming a swamp that threatened to swallow her, she held onto Era like a child would on its mother’s skirt.“Oh, I know of quite a juicy nugget, but I fear I can only share it with someone who appreciates all the effort I went to in acquiring all of this sustenance for her…when you eat, then I shall share what a little birdie told me, and trust me, my Lady, this you truly must know.” Ione’s berry-colored lips curled into a gentle smile, mirroring Era’s nearly conspiratorial grin. She appreciated the underlying care for her well-being, under Era’s gentle command to eat. Despite her absent appetite, One pulled a clump of grapes on her plate and a few slices of meat, the combination, if unusual, always one of her favorite. She nibbled on the delicious ham, finally registering a taste, making a show of it, to be sure Era could see her.“So… as I am being an obedient little girl,” she grinned, “do tell!” But Era probably didn’t need her encouragement. She was practically bursting at the seams with the news, as much as One was. What girl didn’t like a little gossip?“It is my understanding, from a truly reliable source, that our dear Court Physician has become quite enchanted and infatuated with a somewhat comely and most definitely energetic and wily red haired trollop, one who challenges even his knowledge of the human condition and form in ways of pleasing the flesh, so much so that she has gained significance influence over his thoughts and recommendations to the King regarding your fertility. It seems he will be informing your dear husband that your womb needs to detoxify itself after all of these treatments before another is tried, that perhaps each is cancelling the other out and that two months’ time without them might prove rather…fruitful,” Ione burst into laughter as Era dropped the last word. A moment of genuine mirth in all the misery that later calmed into a girly giggle, then she just looked at Era with a tender smile.“You are unscrupulous!” One said playfully, reaching for Era’s hand across the table. She squeezed it gently, then brought it to her mouth to kiss Era’s fingers. “Thank you,” she whispered, knowing full well it was not small a feat. And she would be granted a few weeks of freedom. It made her a little more relaxed – knowing the outcome of the physician’s visit, even though she somehow sensed he would have her strip and prod her regardless, just for the sake of ogling her.“Have you ever considered the possibility that the vessel which the King seeks to fill is not the problem, but rather that there is something amiss in the pipe he attempts to fill it from? After all, his Father’s difficulties in producing an heir may be something that was passed along with the Crown. Perhaps one could test that theory by allowing another to attempt to fill the vessel in question, someone with the right bloodlines, and an unquestionably well working, ahem, a bit of plumbing.” As Era talked, One’s smile slowly faded. Her heart picked up a frantic pace, its beat so audible in her own ears it nearly deafened all else. She sat, motionless in her seat, looking at the other girl, eyes wide, but unmoving, the rise and fall of her chest quicker with each moment. It had all finally sunk in – Era’s words the night before just as she slipped to her restless sleep, feeding her nightmare. Did the time truly come? Was Era trying to lure her into a trap? Was this Harder’s design? Did he want her dead now that she obviously wouldn’t bear him a child? The image from her nightmare evoked back in front of her eyes; the utter despair upon recognizing the betrayal, the fresh taste of blood in her mouth after the soldier’s slap, the sharp kick in her stomach with a steel-tipped shoe. Her hands were shaking as she felt the meal threaten to reverse back from her stomach, her body in the reverse spasm upon the memory. She put her palm over her mouth, the motion seemingly pulling her out of her lethargy as she looked Era in the eye. For a moment One thought the threat gone, but then it came again, and she raced from her seat, barefoot as she was, the palm still firmly over her mouth, towards the room. Knowing Era’s rooms just as well as her own she found and fell on her knees over the nearest chamber pot, retching every bite she managed to get this morning and maybe some. Her entire body shaking she sat on her heels, leaning against the dresser for support, pushing the chamber pot away. With her steely will she pushed herself back up on her legs, shaky, her knees threatening to give way under her. Cramps, of course, decided to remind her of their presence and to add insult to injury, the tattoo on her back started to itch. Squaring her shoulders she decided to play along for the time being. Believably so. At least until she had the chance to test where the loyalties were set. She took a deep breath, steeling herself for what she had to do, putting on her face the queen-mask. Ione walked back up to the table, standing up next to Era. She thought she could recognize concern in those bright green eyes, and she wished with all her might it was genuine.“The physician… isn’t he a little too young, even for your tastes?” she asked, an obvious jab at the man’s weathered appearance. One put her hand on the other girl’s shoulder, caressing the creamy skin up her nape, her fingers gently going over her cheek, they slid to the crown of her head. With her nerves being a wreck One didn’t quite know how much force she used then. It was possible she pulled rather hard on Era’s hair, it was possible she didn’t. She was shaking with fear, and she didn’t particularly care. Harder knew more about her daily routine than she did herself; there was no telling where he was getting the information. Her fingers tightened into a fist, the red tresses springing from in-between her fingers like red silk as she pulled Era’s head back. Leaning closer, One said loudly enough: “Hear me! Do not EVER speak of this heresy again,” and let go of the red hair. She thought of adding more detail, but Era was a smart girl. She would figure out the word was not definite and so One just let what had just transpired hang in the air. When was any word between them ever definite? Returning to her seat One put her sandals back on her feet, looking across the table and the breakfast at her handmaiden, her love, for all intents and purposes her sister. Did she scare her? All the better if yes…“Will we ride to the springs this afternoon?” she asked, almost too casually, “Or have you discovered a better place lately?” “I have scruples aplenty, I simply choose to ignore them when they become inconvenient,” Era replied sharply of wit, not tone, “And they go right out the window when you are in need, Milady.” Her reply seemed sincere, but of course, though One of all people should know Era’s sincerity to be true or not, the redhead was admittedly not above lying and manipulating for purposes that appealed to her, Era’s own words admitted as much. She paid little heed at first to One’s look of shock, for that was expected, but when One fled into the room looking decidedly greenish, concern did color Era’s eyes, fearing worse than retching, fearing that One would run and tell the King and that Harder, who had once forced his way upon Era when they were teens and whom she quietly hated with a dark passion even One did not know of, would use her words as a reason to remove her head from her body once and for all. Trembling, worried, for One and herself, Era sat stock still as one returned, glad of it, but as unsure of the Queen as One was of her. She tried to laugh at One’s words about the physician, so ironic were they, to a point, given what Era desired for her friend.“He knows his way around a woman’s figure, and you might want to consider an older fellow yourself before you tease me of it,” she said nervously. Then those hands were in her hair, pulling, yanking nearly tearing at Era’s scalp by her long, curled tresses, something One did at times when Era visited her talented mouth upon the Queen’s nether lips in the heat of their private passion, but never so roughly, never with such harsh intent. Ione practically spat the words at Era, who didn’t flinch from the pain even once, though tears rolled down her cheeks in streams she could not control. Then she was released and the Queen’s words and actions had spoken volumes. Taking her time, Era moved her chair away, stood slowly and bowed her head to One, the tousled red mane doing a poor job of hiding the angry red blushing of her pale scalp where One’s fear fueled anger had done its damage. Kera’s reply when she was final spoken to again was cold, not in a manner expressing hatred, but in a dead, cold voice, one absent of any emotion, connection or feeling between herself and One,“It is the Queen’s prerogative to choose her own path, and mine, whether on horse or not. I serve the Queen of these lands, and her will shall be done, I am merely a servant of her will, for she knows of all things far better than I.” And so it went, Era speaking of One only as the Queen, only in the third person, only as a servant far lower than a Royal chambermaid might speak. Subservient, unemotional, not broken, but having completely withdrawn from One all that Era had ever been for her. As she helped One get ready to see the King, the Physician and hear the word of the Council, words that through the throwing of her nubile young body at the wrinkled old doctor, Era had assured would be for One just as Era had said. Wherever they walked together, Era, dressed in dark and unimpressive riding clothes, ones as devoid of joy as her own manner and expression, always walked two steps behind the Queen, not abreast of her as she usually did. When all the rest was done, and they were alone in the stable readying for the ride, Era pulled herself up onto her mount and asked with an even deader voice than she had inflicted upon One earlier,“When you are dying a slow, lonely and painful death as did my Uncle’s first two Queens, still I will serve you until you pass and are no longer Queen of these lands. That is the oath I have taken and will fulfill, and when it is fulfilled, I will finally weep for you then as the friend, as the woman I once knew, who trusted me and cared for my counsel and company, not the suspicious and vengeful Queen I see before me now. If it is your will that I never return from our ride this afternoon, I would not resist nor disobey your desires, never have I, never will I. As a favor, a small courtesy, I ask only that you plunge the knife deep and quick and true into my heart before you twist it, and not into my back this time…my Queen.” And with that Era pulled on the reins and used her legs to drive the horse in a tight half circle, turning away from One and heading out at a quick walk to wait for the Queen to lead their ride. She looked regal and formal in her posture and ladylike way of sitting upon her mount, in other words, she looked and sounded and acted nothing like Era, and it was as if One had killed her already, with only a pale, bitter specter of the lively and vivacious redhead remaining by her side, or more accurately, two lengths back from her side. (broke her heart to see Era in tears. It broke her heart again to know she was the cause. Each and every drop that rolled down her freckled cheeks was like a lash – physically hurting. Acutely at first when they first appeared, like the sting a lash first inflicts upon the skin, then burning in an aftermath as they dripped down… and all One wanted was to pull Era into her embrace and kiss her silly. But yes, she decided to play this game, she had to drink the goblet to the very last bitter drop. She merely prayed she would still have the chance to repair the damage… Ione knew that Era was a hot head – all too well – she wasn’t too moody, though. Her silence, her obedient lifeless tone, the proper bow of her head… it unnerved One. It was actually more frightening than an open threat. She tried a few times to grab Era’s hand, to touch her, somehow penetrate the shield the red head wore, to see what was going on in her head… to let her know nothing changed. Did it not really? Did she really lose her? After all the years of proximity, One couldn’t believe Era would just drop her, at the snap of one’s fingers, like a hot potato she wouldn’t wish to hold in her hands… unless everything that ever transpired between them was an utter, absolute, carefully executed lie. The thought caught her completely unawares at the council meeting. So much so it caused her to drop the goblet with wine she was holding, the red drink splattering across the floor under her seat to the left from her husband. How silly of her. Important matters of the state were being discussed, yet all she could think of was her own emotional loss of one woman.“Clumsy fingers,” she said aloud, abashed, prompting the speaking councilman to continue. Back in her quarters and changing into her riding clothes, there was more lashing to be done. Every tug at the strings of her corset seemed even more forceful than before. There was none of the usual tenderness, no particular care… and no talking. No giggling. While the physician did, indeed, what Era promised and informed the King there would be no potions in the next two months, she still felt the sharp sting of failure… and this time she had nobody to share the burden with. Her cramps were also much more painful, but it was to be expected with such distress. It did not make One any less cranky, though.(loved the freedom of her riding outfit, enjoying the exercise. Her boots were made of the softest leather, so comfortable to walk in. And while the rest of her outfit lacked in fashion, perhaps, it did not lack in usefulness. Her corset would help her sit upright on her horse, yet the materials were of light and airy materials, suitable for the warm weather, colored in earth tones of dark brown, beige and cream. Her snowy-white mare, at least, appeared to be glad to see her. From the moment she appeared in the stable box, the beast whinnied joyfully, then nudged One playfully with her head, sniffing around her pockets in expectation of treats. It made One smile as she fed the mare a small apple she grabbed from the breakfast table. Kera was quicker in her saddle, One could hear her mount.“When you are dying a slow, lonely and painful death as did my Uncle’s first two Queens, still I will serve you until you pass and are no longer Queen of these lands. That is the oath I have taken and will fulfill, and when it is fulfilled, I will finally weep for you then as the friend, as the woman I once knew, who trusted me and cared for my counsel and company, not the suspicious and vengeful Queen I see before me now. If it is your will that I never return from our ride this afternoon, I would not resist nor disobey your desires, never have I, never will I. As a favor, a small courtesy, I ask only that you plunge the knife deep and quick and true into my heart before you twist it, and not into my back this time…my Queen.” The honeyed sweet venom dripping from Era’s words as she spat them at One caught her shamefully unprepared. She didn’t know Era could use – would use – such a tone on her. Tears welled in her eyes this time and as soon as Era spurred her horse out of the stables she turned her face into her beast’s mane, wiping the tears that escaped and stifling a soft painful sob. For a moment she just stood there, on the verge of desperation, shaking, fighting the sobs that were making their way to the surface, threatening to overwhelm her. She willed herself to mount, but body wouldn’t obey. She just stood there, leaning against her mare, hoping against hope to draw some strength from the beast. In a moment of clarity, in all the desperation she realized that she, perhaps, didn’t have a choice. Era was right – the alternative to being executed for adultery was, simply, a gilded cage, where she would be slowly poisoned. She simply couldn’t win… Even if she did manage to get pregnant by another man, what then? Kill him? Kill Harder and thus make all objections to the parentage of the child moot? Would she kill her husband? Easily said, but… carrying it out would definitely be much harder. One simply did not move people like chess pieces. Too many questions. Ione shook her head. It was neither the time nor the place for these questions. First she needed her friend back, then she could move further. Determined, she mounted her horse, backing up from her box and spurring the beast to move out of the stables and onto the courtyard, where a small group of guards has gathered with Era. One knew that the springs would have been scouted and emptied before they entered and so only a small group of four riders went with them, more as a security precaution and because the ethics wouldn’t allow two young noble women ride beyond the city gates unchaperoned. Ione reined in next to Era, looking into the face of her friend, wondering if it was the face of a traitor, someone who would hand her to the executioner. What would Harder have to promise her?“I would assume,” she stated in the same emotionless tone, “you would grant me the same courtesy you would ask of me.” It was not a question, frankly. She waited for Era to turn her head, look at her, connect their gazes, then she spurred her mare to a trot, knowing the route to the springs by heart. The slowest and most tedious ride was through the to the eastern city gate, then they would turn sharply to the right towards south. On horseback the ride wasn’t long. On foot, it was rather far from the city, but some townsfolk still made the trip. In the hot early-afternoon sun One itched to be in the shade of the oasis soon. Away from the oppressive atmosphere of the castle, the city, away from the suffocating silence Era has treated her with. As they walked the horses through the town she wondered if the townsfolk knew as well – that she wasn’t with child. After all, pregnant women do not ride horses… Ione tightened the reins and heeled her horse into full gallop nearly as soon as the nostrils of the mare were beyond the city ramparts. She knew she shouldn’t ride the beast hard when so freshly out of the stables, but she let the mare set her own pace, looking back over her shoulder to control she has not lost her companions. She dismounted at the edge of the forest the springs were to be found, letting the mare graze freely. Furthermore, she turned to the guards: “One of you will guard the horses.” One of them opened his mouth to speak, but One spoke before he could object: “I know you have orders, but I am here for the privacy the springs provide and I do not wish to be disturbed. If I hear or see you, you are too close, is it clear?” If he wanted to object, he changed his mind. After a short pause he only nodded: “Yes, my Queen.” She nodded back, then turned to Era: “Walk with me, Era.” Unlike speaking to the guards, when she spoke to Era her tone softened, her voice lowered in both intensity and pitch, perhaps it was even closer to a plea. Not waiting for Era to respond she went in, leading the way, even though Era most likely knew the place they were going – their favorite between five of the hot springs, where they could simply sit, talk, in the middle of water. No prying ears; they might even scream at each other at the top of their lungs. As they walked in silence, One was frantically thinking how to start – how to approach Era. Should she flat out ask what did Harder offer her to bring her to the executioner’s block? Perhaps be more subtle and ask whom the treachery came from? What if it didn’t come from Harder? What if it was a ploy to depose him? Execute her so that she wouldn’t stand in the way and then be rid of him as a heirless King? Who would rule? Era’s siblings borderline hated Era, she definitely wouldn’t be helping them. Would she put Orin on the throne? Why? He was old, with no future Queen. Moreover, he never seemed to covet the crown…“It did cross my mind,” she admitted to the wind, knowing Era was a few paces behind her, “Never more than a stray thought on an idle day, though.” Then she stopped abruptly, looking at Era, now an arm, perhaps closer to her. So close, yet so distant. For a moment she just looked at her friend, wishing she could make the clock turn the other way and undo the things of this morning. “Forgive me, Era,” she pleaded, the words not lightly passing her mouth, “I… my every step is being watched, I know it, especially in the castle... I no longer know friend from foe.” She knew her lips were trembling, she could feel it. She was losing the only family she had left close to her. Her hand rose to the air, wanting to push away a red curl from the girl’s forehead, but then she remembered what her hands had done this morning, and it fell back to her side. Last thing she wanted was to startle Era and scare her away for good. When One pulled her mount abreast of Era’s and asked if Era would show her the same mercy Era spoke of, the Stoic redhead simply nodded without making eye contact, as if it was a question that never needed to be asked if it was a question at all. If One understood Era in the least, she would know the answer, but at the moment, Era was far from sure about anything concerning the Queen. As they rode on, Era wondered, looking off into the distance to the west, what would One do if Era broke free from her, from all of this intrigue and mistrust, from the carefully lain plans and sacrifices she had made without One’s knowledge or bidding, keeping all the risk of discovery and death, for that would surely follow, until she could no longer accomplish the rest alone. The guards were trained, ordered to keep each woman under guard, one or more would surely gallop off after Era if she bolted, but what would One do. Call them back and watch Era’s crimson tresses fade away into the distance, then tell of her treachery after she was gone? Order her handmaiden slain or brought back in shackles? As much as Era’s anger at what had happened earlier wanted to paint One with such dark and manipulative motivations, she knew it was not true. One would simply allow the horsemen to corral Era back to the group and then ask her later why she had done that. That was the Queen’s natural way, not the way she had acted earlier. When they reached their destination and dismounted, Era knew the moment of truth, or more accurately, truths, was near at hand when One ordered the guards to stay and allow the women their privacy. The walked a bit, heading toward their favorite spring, a place of comfort for both, though Era was unsure which of them needed it most. She walked behind One, hearing her mutter something that was clearly not meant for her ears, then stopped short when One turned and spoke. Her words were few, but rampant with deep and tumultuous emotions, and for a moment Era let them hang in the air, then stepped forward and reached gently for One’s dark locks, grabbed a handful and gave a single, hard yank…before she finally bestowed upon her friend a tearful smile,“Apology not accepted, nor needed any longer, my Queen. It feels painful, does it not? The hair pulling, yes, but navigating the crooked and devious halls of power even Moreno. No, Love, you have never truly been able to tell friend from foe, it is not in your nature, not within your abilities and never has been. The history books tell of the glory or failure of the Kings and Queens of old, but they tell little of the true story, they say nothing of those who crafted the legends, who empowered the monarchs or undermined them. That is the role I play for you, One, one I have played all of my life, and on your behalf nearly as long. Friends can be foes and enemies of enemies can be the most valued of friends, at times and places and under conditions you were never raised to know or understand…none trust me, unless I convince them that they should. By birth, I am an interloper, one never to be truly accepted, and I have always accepted that, save for you, Milady, in your eyes, your arms, your heart I always felt secure and loved and accepted for who and what I am…that is why your words earlier pained me like no others ever have or could.” Kera tried to remain stoic, to reply in the voice of the conniving and resourceful courtier that she always had been, a convincing shell of what the world wished to see, something she was not, but something she was good at pretending to be. But here, now, it was not to be, and her words had been tinged strongly with emotion and a raw, painful edge, but now she offered and took One’s hand and began to walk with her to the spring they both so dearly needed, walking as equals, walking as they always had been before in each other’s eyes.“My Father played the same role for King Josef that I was groomed to play for you. You know that of the two brothers, my Father was the stronger, the man with the ability to command a Kingdom as easily and expertly as he commanded an army, a man of vigor and vitality, while Josef was none of those things, but, he was a wise man, a good man, a man whose wisdom and compassion, and when needed, whose strength of will and practicality could make him ruthless, yet still loved, as his first two wives discovered to their eternal detriment. There was no reason then for my Father to usurp his brother, instead they ruled together, one the face of the Kingdom, the man whom history would remember and bards would sing of, and the other, making thing work, doing that which was needed, but could not be acknowledged, keeping the peace, respecting the traditions that bind our people together…and so, that is what I do for you, and for the same reason he did those things…love of the person and of our land, One, telling friend from foe is but one of the many things I do for you, so that your legend may be told and be a lasting one among the people and the stars in the heavens.” Reaching the edge of the spring, Era turned to One and began undressing her, almost as if to show how so often she did things for One without the Queen giving it a second thought, and plainly spoke now, no longer willing to play games or hint at what was needed,“Harder is a weak King, he inherited Josef’s weak constitution, but not his strength of mind nor wisdom. My dear cousin, yes, how can I say these things of him? Perhaps because my chastity was lost to him, not given, but taken by force and rape, by your husband when I was but fifteen years of age. A birthday gift, he told me, an honor, a sign of his love and adoration he called it, but I saw then what more and more see now, it took not strength to pin me to that bed and force my legs apart, but weakness of mind, of self-control, weakness of character. He may sit on the Throne for now, but sooner or later he will do something foolish enough to end his own reign, and when he does, his heir must be of the blood of my Father’s side of the line. The Kingdom needs a worthy King, One, and while Harder can never give that to them, you can. I will make it so that if you are caught, I will be blamed, and you will be seen as the innocent victim, as I know that worries you. You need not even see the face of the man who gives you his child, it is best that you do not, for then you need not lie.” Kera stopped at One’s petticoat, leaving the rest to her to undo, or to redress and run away, but at the very least, Era was quite sure that the Queen had no blade upon her person, for what Era had said was treason, pure and simple and utterly necessary. (hissed with pain and grimaced at the hard yank Era gave her hair, but it was all for good. If the redhead wanted revenge, she would gladly give it to her. One would let Era hit her, yell, cry… and then cradle her in her arms as they’d both weep. She wanted to embrace her friend, right there and now, but her movement was stopped midair, by the words that fell from Era’s mouth. It would seem that Era had much, much more weighing on her and the stream of words was nearly incessant and painful to hear, but probably yet more painful to say and live. It was too late for One to say that what she did on the terrace was merely a charade for the ears in the walls that seemed to be omnipresent in the palace and going directly to the King’s chamber. The damage was already done and there was no force that could undo what she had done, only repair the aftermath. Era’s voice was trembling, faltering; it was apparent One did hurt her deeper than most would dream possible. Of all the things she had done in the past she would have hoped that Era wouldknowIone would not hurt her. Apparently, the stakes were too high and the risk too dear and Era herself too afraid of the consequences to see clearly and think purely logically. Rightly so; and just as One did. As the saying goes: ‘Only a friend can drive a dagger to your back for you will never turn your back to the enemy.” Though… if Era thought intrigue was beyond her and that she couldn’t distinguish a friend from foe… then all was much better for One than would seem upon first sight. Underestimating her was the greatest service Era could do her in this game where bodies would, ultimately, drop… She let her friend guide her into the midst of the springs, listening to what seemed a carefully prepared speech, despite the emotions lacing it. One let the words flow at first, not stopping them and hearing Era in full. She allowed the redhead to undress her even, removing the corset and all the restrictive clothing, much like every other time. As Era went on, her words had gotten heavier and heavier. One was grateful her friend did not try to sugar-coat it; speaking in the plain matter-of-fact tone made the reality much easier to bear. Regardless, as the speech continued the Queen’s face was losing more and more color, seemingly with each garment that was added on the pile of clothes that pooled at their feet. All of a sudden Era ceased her movements as well as talking and One realized that in the haze of her shock she was standing nearly naked, save for the binds that were keeping her blood from ruining her clothes and the thinnest veil of fine linen shift that covered her torso to just below her buttocks, her lanky dancer’s legs unveiled for the sunshine. Standing utterly still the redhead’s words were echoing in her mind; for the moment theonlything echoing in her mind. Era was apparently truly maneuvering her to treason, one more so vile for having to commit it on One’s own husband. She didn’t believe it. She couldn’believe it. If Era was expecting an answer, she wasn’t getting any yet. One merely stood, motionless but for the quiver of her lower lip, her skin pale, her expression blank, her shallow breaths moving the thin material up and down with the rhythm, her gaze absently fixed into the distance, not focusing on one thing at all. As a matter of fact, for a moment One thought she might faint. Of all that the redhead said, the admission Harder had forced himself on her hit her hardest. Surprisingly not the part that he would, but definitely that she would withhold the information for so long – so many years, so many times when One would rave about him, all those years ago when season love with him, an emotion that rarely manifested itself anymore in their marriage. Why would Era keep it a secret for so long? Or was it just made up? Would Era so blatantly lie to her? The thought woke her from the lethargy. Releasing a shuddering breath One pulled Era into an embrace, holding on to the girl tight, wishing they wouldn’t have to have this conversation. Only as they embraced did One realize she was trembling quite violently.“There has to be another way,” One whispered her wish, her nose in Era’s hair, her own voice thick and faltering. “There are so many lost children in the city. Can we not snatch one of them? Make me a stuffed growing belly, convince your doctor friend to confirm the pregnancy, then swap the baby? Or better yet, have your man implant the seed on another woman, then snatch the baby when it's time?" If Era had an answer One was not listening. She clung onto the thoughts as a drowning man would to the last straw, but even as she said the words, she knew they were not viable plans. Faking the pregnancy would mean that from now on only Era could bathe her, only Era could dress and undress her, to keep the secret a secret. She could insist on doing it all herself, but this would perhaps be even more suspicious than the former change in their demeanor. And what of her monthly blood? Era could hardly bleed twice a month... Alas! Even the first idea involved the good doctor. For now Era's hold on him was strong, but how long would it last? Would he keep the secret or would he run straight to the King? And what of the poor girl who would carry the child? Would she give up the boy or girl? Would they need to take the baby by force? Kill the woman? They all involved at least one person too many to trust with a secret too volatile to share. The trail of thought brought One on an even more dangerous a slope - assuming Era was being true to her and their plan came to fruition... would One kill Harder? Kill her husband, kill theming?! Certainly they would have to, for sooner or later rumors would rise and the parentage of the children would come to question. Questions would be posed she wouldn't be able to answer... for all that Harder was - even for all he was supposed to be and wasn't -I one did not hate him enough to wish him ill. Would she kill the King for the country? She would have to. What of the father of the children, though? Would he stand aside, watching the two of them struggle with an aftermath of a treason? Wouldhekillthem? Would he disappear entirely? For a long moment One only stood still, enjoying the feel of Era in her embrace, the way their bodies fit into one another, the scent of her hair, the tickle of Era's breath on her skin. She knew right then and there this would be a moment she would remember until the end of her days – the murmur of the surrounding water, the humid hot air in the springs, the soft summer breeze that caressed her calves and ruffled her hair. The simple summer afternoon when they changed the course of history..." Who." she asked, following her thoughts, yet unable to finish the line. The thought of lying with any other than her husband made her physically sick to her stomach.

A Queen, a Rose and a Thorny Proposition (Wyatt and jouzinka)|rating:4.0

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Okay, spam away. Recruit Thread(Thread(to IC Threads:Corell on's Templar (Cassandra Li'McLaren) (of the science! (Tel'air June) (Maiden (Miranda) (Dancing Sword mistress (Elora Song wind) (of the Courts (Amalia Rilynntlarn) (ice elf queen (Eighth-Zenunim Ishaan + her demonic allies) (Spam commencing. Kolbrandr, I added a blurb on my char sheet saying that your char used to adventure with Nivea. Is there a reason he would have decided to split off? The only thing I can think of is that Nivea enjoyed being the frontman, and your char wanted more personal glory, either that or one of his family tragedies called him away. How much do you want for each sort of Follower, if we have a large Variety? Perhaps just basic stats (base Attack, Defense, etc?) or do you want full info? Every follower requires a character sheet and individual name. Just kidding, I am only doing a sheet for the cohort and naming the classes of my heroic followers so far. I imagine the bulk of everyone's followers will be commoners. Well. That's not too bad then. So let me get this straight. We do have Cohorts AND Followers? Because I thought we only had to do one. For my followers I'll just put down the need to know information. (Classes, Notable feats and Equipment, ECT.) Quote from: Cole on 05-04-2013, 21:37:22Spam commencing. Kolbrandr, I added a blurb on my char sheet saying that your char used to adventure with Nivea. Is there a reason he would have decided to split off? The only thing I can think of is that Nivea enjoyed being the frontman, and your char wanted more personal glory, either that or one of his family tragedies called him away. Well, as per backstory, his family eventually heard from his being still alive and reached out for him to come home some years back, which he did, if a bit reluctantly, so it was more probably than sort of thing. Thanks, Kolbrandr. If he ever wants to get back into business with Nivea, he'd be welcome. Is there a map showing where the different regions are in relation to each other? Quote from: who149 on 05-04-2013, 21:59:14Well. That's not too bad then. So let me get this straight. We do have Cohorts AND Followers? Because I thought we only had to do one. For my followers I'll just put down the need to know information. (Classes, Notable feats and Equipment, ECT.) Yes, you get followers and a cohort with leadership. Minimal details on followers and some used already PC classes so feel free do same. Sweet, 2nd in command here I come. And yeah. Really the only important thing is Defense, and Base attack for the Majority of them. The Tower guards all have Tower Shields, Heavy Armor, and the Shield Wall Feat. I'll probably give the Sorcerers a full Spell List as there Aren't many of them. Clerics will probably mostly fill there slots with healing spells, and Buffs. Foot Soldiers exist to Hold long swords and light armor and deal damage against the foe. Though I think I may reduce the total number of them and make some more Tower guards. I'm going with a Spartan style here for the most part. Archers do what orchards do what orchards do. Shoot Arrows until someone gets close range, then pull out a short sword. My Team of Assassins (Rouges) may get a bit fleshed out, but nothing too much. I do have 3 Heroic Followers that I call Special Ops. I may make character sheets for them as well as they are basically a mini adventuring party that go off and do semi-important stuff. Perhaps one higher level follower is your herald/diplomat (bard)? That might work. Sure I'll have that. Okay, made quite a bit of progress on my character. Anyone mind taking a gander at the followers spoiler and seeing if that breakout makes sense? I have just over 80% of his followers as commoners, was wondering if that seemed too high. I figured between families and just inexperienced types it would add up quickly. Furthermore, I just woke up and saw the reworked Hath ran. Furthermore, I really love it. Furthermore, I do have a few issues though... (And a suggestion or two as well)1. There is no real reason for the class to be restricted to females. For Hath ran it works because of the Rashes matriarchy. It's not directly a problem for Eighth the added restrictions of the ZA'STAAR Adept mean suddenly my followers need sex changes.2. Eighth can't qualify for the class. She is very strongly Lawful Evil.3: Three Peruvian classes grant circle magic. Circle leader includes 5 other participants, Great circle leader is 10.--Suggestions/Questions: (These are just things I think, none of them are "make it or break it" like the above points)ZA'Secular adept feat: Is the Acorn just meant to be an exploitable item to tie some of the classes power to? If so that's fine. If not then "Carry otherwise ordinary item or be fucked over" always tedious. This is a game where clerics and wizards often carry multiple holy symbols and component pouches on them to prevent that. Also, why an Acorn? Is it a stealth reference to "Acorn of Far Travel?" If it is than it's a cute joke. Just remember Abdul was a Hath ran and never used that. Also see the below comment for a related issue. Overall Plant and Forest Theme: There are some fey do live and breathe untouched forested wilderness. The basic monster manual seems to only have this type of fey, so I can see where people think there is a universal relation. There are also numerous fey who don't give a shit or even actively hate trees and animals. Plenty come from oceans, the plane of shadow, stars, moonlight, humanoid sin, poison, pollution, the far realm, barren deer, arctic wastelands, metropolitan cities, fire (or any element), death, desire, and hatred. - The See lie and Unsee lie courts may look rather verdant, but human cities would too if most humans could create life on whim and turn other species infants into objects, energy, and slaves. You don't have to change any of the "fey are druids" thing the class has going on, but you could consider it. Spell List: Flavorful. I was toying with such a thing myself when I was going to try and rework the class to present to you. My idea was to unallied the Fey domain from BED and the Bestial domain from BOND so that they are added to the spell list but without sacrifice/abstinence/drug/disease components. I especially like the spells from the Fey domain. Fey Bond: More a clarification than a suggestion. The only effect it has for me (Improved familiar no arcane bond) is it changed my Tide pool Dragon familiar from Dragon type to Fey type? Fey Concordant: It's straightforward enough, but something makes it seem clunky. - I figured out what it was. Animals and Magical beasts aren't the universal allies of fey. Second, How many binding/calling spells do you know that summon fey? I have a big zero coming to mind. Summon natures Ally is the only one that qualifies for it and even that summon list doesn't have many options. Good thing they are added to the list. - My suggestion. Drop the reference to animals and magical beasts (and potentially even the DC and cl boost) and.(Primary Suggestion) Add the planar binding chain to the spell list and allow said spells to also bind fey. Most fey have a lower hit dice to power level than outsiders anyway I think.(Second Option) Add the extra summon options from wild soul to the classes Summon Nature Ally and Monster list. I'd advocate dropping the See lie/Unsee lie split but that's your call.(Final Option): Just make it a blanket +1 bonus to the planar binding and allay spells as they are and forget about any interaction with fey. Last Question: The universal spirit magic stand in. When you use it (Beyond the Forest I believe it's called) is casting "Empowered Fireball" a 4th or 5th level slot and is it one or two uses of the ability. Quote from: AER Dark wail on 05-04-2013, 22:56:09Perhaps one higher level follower is your herald/diplomat (bard)? I'm happy that Perianth Borg Queen can make even low level NPC's dangerous though he can't do it to an infinite number at a time. *world's biggest facepalm*This Entire time... For my army... I was counting for Time 10 the amount. I read it again, and it says 100... Damn, this needs some recalculation (though I'll probably just slap an extra 0 on most of it) Quote from: Pale Enchantress on 06-04-2013, 00:18:54I just woke up and saw the reworked Hath ran. I really love it. I do have a few issues though... (And a suggestion or two as well)1. There is no real reason for the class to be restricted to females. For Hath ran it works because of the Rashes matriarchy. It's not directly a problem for Eighth the added restrictions of the ZA'STAAR Adept mean suddenly my followers need sex changes. Well, I am willing change the gender requirement. I just kind stuck on the hath ran approach to restrict it to between men and women but so that sisterhood members marry mostly male casters. Perhaps the split is done by the entry feat and there is a separated sisterhood and then brotherhood which get same PRC, but they have just slightly different ideologies/focus. Quote from: Pale Enchantress on 06-04-2013, 00:18:542. Eighth can't qualify for the class. She is very strongly Lawful Evil. Well, so far as I understood most was are neutral or chaotic. Only lawful aspect from nature itself is seasons and eternal cycle of life and death and life of predator and prey etc. So caster strongly associated with fey would need have more fey alike alignment (was do have laws I know, but grows also have laws, and they are neutral evil/chaotic evil besides rare exceptions). Quote from: Pale Enchantress on 06-04-2013, 00:18:543: Three Peruvian classes grant circle magic. Circle leader includes 5 other participants, Great circle leader is 10. I thought the base number of three as 'witch's coven' sort of deal. Also, part of inspiration was from Charmed (Plus my personal concern that 5 and then 10 would make it too easy to get CL 40, so I pushed it into 3 and 6 so you may need strong followers (or cooperation with NPC sisters when you want to go serious god mode and blow shit up). Quote from: Pale Enchantress on 06-04-2013, 00:18:54Za'Secular adept feat: Is the Acorn just meant to be an exploitable item to tie some of the classes power to? If so that's fine. If not then "Carry otherwise ordinary item or be fucked over" always tedious. This is a game where clerics and wizards often carry multiple holy symbols and component pouches on them to prevent that. Also, why an Acorn? Is it a stealth reference to "Acorn of Far Travel?" If it is than it's a cute joke. Just remember Abdul was a Hath ran and never used that. Also see the below comment for a related issue. Acorn is indeed stealthy reference to 'Acorn of Far Travel' :P. Anyway the acorn is meant to provide link to the fey realm while your outside from it, and it universally replaces role of focus toallspells. So it can provide big money saver for spells which asks expensive focus which is consumed, but acorn is not consumed. Also, it is means how was can make sure you never exploit powers against the court or harm the court (it's meant as power check; if you fuck was over they can destroy the acorn remotely and rob all your powers). But so long you get along with was this is not a problem at all and was do revere you. Acorn is not destroyed by whim of one fey, only queen from each court can make the call to destroy acorn (so nothing prevents you kidnap unsee lie nymph and forcibly ravish her so long she is nobody important enough influence queen of the court). Quote from: Pale Enchantress on 06-04-2013, 00:18:54Overall Plant and Forest Theme: There are some fey do live and breathe untouched forested wilderness. The basic monster manual seems to only have this type of fey, so I can see where people think there is a universal relation. There are also numerous fey who don't give a shit or even actively hate trees and animals. Plenty come from oceans, the plane of shadow, stars, moonlight, humanoid sin, poison, pollution, the far realm, barren deer, arctic wastelands, metropolitan cities, fire (or any element), death, desire, and hatred. - The See lie and Unsee lie courts may look rather verdant, but human cities would too if most humans could create life on whim and turn other species infants into objects, energy, and slaves. You don't have to change any of the "fey are druids" thing the class has going on, but you could consider it. Quote from: Pale Enchantress on 06-04-2013, 00:18:54Spell List: Flavorful. I was toying with such a thing myself when I was going to try and rework the class to present to you. My idea was to unallied the Fey domain from BED and the Bestial domain from BOND so that they are added to the spell list but without sacrifice/abstinence/drug/disease components. I especially like the spells from the Fey domain. Idea of the tree/plants is that elves are attuned closely to was, nature, moon, sun etc. Also, idea was provided wizards, sorts and bards and so on access on druid spells and so give nice flavor (and provide some illusions for druids or witches which they normally lack). The orders are ancient and so their roots are kinda 'druid' in that sort way. It does not stop you embracing cold dark winter theme as unsee lie (as frost bitten forest is still a forest and wilderness can be also tundra and so forth). Quote from: Pale Enchantress on 06-04-2013, 00:18:54Fey Bond: More a clarification than a suggestion. The only effect it has for me (Improved familiar no arcane bond) is it changed my Tide pool Dragon familiar from Dragon type to Fey type? Well, I think this case it would keep dragon type but would get also fey classification (but would keep dragon base so it is 'fey dragon'). Or it could be added if having odd types then subject becomes 'fey touched' creature instead. Quote from: Pale Enchantress on 06-04-2013, 00:18:54Fey Concordant: It's straightforward enough, but something makes it seem clunky. - I figured out what it was. Animals and Magical beasts aren't the universal allies of fey. Second, How many binding/calling spells do you know that summon fey? I have a big zero coming to mind. Summon natures Ally is the only one that qualifies for it and even that summon list doesn't have many options. Good thing they are added to the list. - My suggestion. Drop the reference to animals and magical beasts (and potentially even the DC and cl boost) and. (Primary Suggestion) Add the planar binding chain to the spell list and allow said spells to also bind fey. Most fey have a lower hit dice to power level than outsiders anyway I think. Well, I was kinda loss with this one as I wanted some kind power which gives you extra influence over the was to be able bind/call them into your service (some cases even forcibly if need be). Perhaps simply rule that any spells which bind/call on outsiders normally allows now call in was from the fey realms and able acquire their services (and add all needed spells to your spell list where learn from). Quote from: Pale Enchantress on 06-04-2013, 00:18:54 (Second Option) Add the extra summon options from wild soul to the classes Summon Nature Ally and Monster list. I'd advocate dropping the See lie/Unsee lie split but that's your call. I would keep the see lie/unsee lie split, but that's good idea otherwise. Quote from: Pale Enchantress on 06-04-2013, 00:18:54 (Final Option): Just make it a blanket +1 bonus to the planar binding and allay spells as they are and forget about any interaction with fey. As said, want to keep it bit thematics :P. Quote from: Pale Enchantress on 06-04-2013, 00:18:54Last Question: The universal spirit magic stand in. When you use it (Beyond the Forest I believe it's called) is casting "Empowered Fireball" a 4th or 5th level slot and is it one or two uses of the ability. Beyond the Woodlands allows once per use to reduce the metamagic slot by -1 or once cast spell from your spell book (or spell list if spontaneous caster) without preparing it ahead of time. So empowered fireball is a 4th level spell with Fey magic feature. But if you haven't prepared fireball (or have it spell known as spontaneous caster like sort) to be cast then you need to use Beyond the Woodlands to be able cast it first places (can add metamagic feats but without reduction, so fireball would be 5th level then when casting it when you haven't prepared it). Quote from: Pale Enchantress on 06-04-2013, 00:18:54I just woke up and saw the reworked Hath ran. I really love it. I do have a few issues though... (And a suggestion or two as well)1. There is no real reason for the class to be restricted to females. For Hath ran it works because of the Rashes matriarchy. It's not directly a problem for Eighth the added restrictions of the ZA'STAAR Adept mean suddenly my followers need sex changes. 2. Eighth can't qualify for the class. She is very strongly Lawful Evil. 3: Three Peruvian classes grant circle magic. Circle leader includes 5 other participants, Great circle leader is 10. --Suggestions/Questions: (These are just things I think, none of them are "make it or break it" like the above points)ZA'Secular adept feat: Is the Acorn just meant to be an exploitable item to tie some of the classes power to? If so that's fine. If not then "Carry otherwise ordinary item or be fucked over" always tedious. This is a game where clerics and wizards often carry multiple holy symbols and component pouches on them to prevent that. Also, why an Acorn? Is it a stealth reference to "Acorn of Far Travel?" If it is than it's a cute joke. Just remember Abdul was a Hath ran and never used that. Also see the below comment for a related issue. Overall Plant and Forest Theme: There are some fey do live and breathe untouched forested wilderness. The basic monster manual seems to only have this type of fey, so I can see where people think there is a universal relation. There are also numerous fey who don't give a shit or even actively hate trees and animals. Plenty come from oceans, the plane of shadow, stars, moonlight, humanoid sin, poison, pollution, the far realm, barren deer, arctic wastelands, metropolitan cities, fire (or any element), death, desire, and hatred. - The See lie and Unsee lie courts may look rather verdant, but human cities would too if most humans could create life on whim and turn other species infants into objects, energy, and slaves. You don't have to change any of the "fey are druids" thing the class has going on, but you could consider it. Spell List: Flavorful. I was toying with such a thing myself when I was going to try and rework the class to present to you. My idea was to unallied the Fey domain from BED and the Bestial domain from BOND so that they are added to the spell list but without sacrifice/abstinence/drug/disease components. I especially like the spells from the Fey domain. Fey Bond: More a clarification than a suggestion. The only effect it has for me (Improved familiar no arcane bond) is it changed my Tide pool Dragon familiar from Dragon type to Fey type? Fey Concordant: It's straightforward enough, but something makes it seem clunky. - I figured out what it was. Animals and Magical beasts aren't the universal allies of fey. Second, How many binding/calling spells do you know that summon fey? I have a big zero coming to mind. Summon natures Ally is the only one that qualifies for it and even that summon list doesn't have many options. Good thing they are added to the list. - My suggestion. Drop the reference to animals and magical beasts (and potentially even the DC and cl boost) and. (Primary Suggestion) Add the planar binding chain to the spell list and allow said spells to also bind fey. Most fey have a lower hit dice to power level than outsiders anyway I think. (Second Option) Add the extra summon options from wild soul to the classes Summon Nature Ally and Monster list. I'd advocate dropping the See lie/Unsee lie split but that's your call.(Final Option): Just make it a blanket +1 bonus to the planar binding and allay spells as they are and forget about any interaction with fey. Last Question: The universal spirit magic stand in. When you use it (Beyond the Forest I believe it's called) is casting "Empowered Fireball" a 4th or 5th level slot and is it one or two uses of the ability. Maybe we should try to adapt the Sand Shaper PRC from the Sandstorm book for you Because then you could be............a Sand Witch! I do still want to comet into the capital and accidental starting the crown war. Getting out of the ruin with my light form so that no one can ID me, then wandering about the city enjoying myself and having the government off trying to figure out what the hell happened. Maybe meeting up with that bard guy in the city or another PC to whisk me off before I cause even more trouble, running just ahead of the army and finding all of this just hilariously fun! Also, we should discuss cohort control. It would be more fun if other players controlled another players' cohort, that way they are not just talking to themselves and there is more dynamic conversations and combat. Provided it doesn't end up with a conflict of interest, I don't mind that idea. Quote from: NicciKotor on 06-04-2013, 03:34:06Also we should discuss cohort control. It would be more fun if other players controlled another players' cohort, that way they are not just talking to themselves and there is more dynamic conversations and combat. I think it should be an option left between two people, Not a mandatory thing by any means. Good idea though Quote from: AER Dark wail on 06-04-2013, 00:56:29Well, I am willing change the gender requirement. I just kind stuck on the hath ran approach to restrict it to between men and women but so that sisterhood members marry mostly male casters. Perhaps the split is done by the entry feat and there is a separated sisterhood and then brotherhood which get same PRC, but they have just slightly different ideologies/focus. You could do that, but I don't think it's worth your time to create two versions of the class for that. This is a large scale campaign, but we don't need to write a rule book for it. (EDIT: I needed to point out the biggest problem I have is that I want the adept feat to be easy to qualify for. I certainly don't want all my elite caster followers to have to be female)Quote from: AER Dark wail on 06-04-2013, 00:56:29Well, so far as I understood most was are neutral or chaotic. Only lawful aspect from nature itself is seasons and eternal cycle of life and death and life of predator and prey etc. So caster strongly associated with fey would need have more fey alike alignment (was do have laws I know, but grows also have laws, and they are neutral evil/chaotic evil besides rare exceptions). Off the top of my head I know a couple. Reads (Lawful Neutral) and Verdant Princes (Lawful Evil) born in winter. Raven loft actually dealt with fey in a way more in line with the see lie and unsee lie courts, and it had lawful fey (many were lawful evil). More than anything though it's just odd to have to change my characters' alignment to fit into a class designed with her in mind. Changing her to NE isn't too big a deal though. Probably makes her CE deity happier too. Quote from: AER Dark wail on 06-04-2013, 00:56:29I thought the base number of three as 'witch's coven' sort of deal. Also, part of inspiration was from Charmed (Plus my personal concern that 5 and then 10 would make it too easy to get CL 40, so I pushed it into 3 and 6 so you may need strong followers (or cooperation with NPC sisters when you want to go serious god mode and blow shit up). Sounds good enough. Quote from: AER Dark wail on 06-04-2013, 00:56:29Acorn is indeed stealthy reference to 'Acorn of Far Travel' :P. Anyway the acorn is meant to provide link to the fey realm while your outside from it, and it universally replaces role of focus to all spells. So it can provide big money saver for spells which asks expensive focus which is consumed, but acorn is not consumed. Also, it is means how was can make sure you never exploit powers against the court or harm the court (it's meant as power check; if you fuck was over they can destroy the acorn remotely and rob all your powers). But so long you get along with was this is not a problem at all and was do revere you. Acorn is not destroyed by whim of one fey, only queen from each court can make the call to destroy acorn (so nothing prevents you kidnap unsee lie nymph and forcibly ravish her so long she is nobody important enough influence queen of the court). I can deal with that. The Two Queen's are deities so not personally pissing them off is good advice for anyone really. They also hate each other so the ZA'Secular really has to only not piss off one of them because the other has no power over them to begin with. Quote from: AER Dark wail on 06-04-2013, 00:56:29Idea of the tree/plants is that elves are attuned closely to was, nature, moon, sun etc. Also, idea was provided wizards, sorts and bards and so on access on druid spells and so give nice flavor (and provide some illusions for druids or witches which they normally lack). The orders are ancient and so their roots are kinda 'druid' in that sort way. It does not stop you embracing cold dark winter theme as unsee lie (as frost bitten forest is still a forest and wilderness can be also tundra and so forth). Well, I think this case it would keep dragon type but would get also fey classification (but would keep dragon base so it is 'fey dragon'). Or it could be added if having odd types then subject becomes 'fey touched' creature instead. Both make sense now and are fine with me. You can still add the fey domain spells to the list or at least expect me to present you with a few of them to add to my repertoire as personally created spells. You know me well enough that even looking at the domain spells you should be able to tell which ones I'm going to try and get one way or another. Actually I may like the idea of them being personal creations better, then other ZA'Secular don't have automatic access to them. We will discuss those over PM, at that point it doesn't involve the class at all. Quote from: AER Dark wail on 06-04-2013, 00:56:29Well, I was kinda loss with this one as I wanted some kind power which gives you extra influence over the was to be able bind/call them into your service (some cases even forcibly if need be). Perhaps simply rule that any spells which bind/call on outsiders normally allows now call in was from the fey realms and able acquire their services (and add all needed spells to your spell list where learn from). I would keep the see lie/unsee lie split, but that's good idea otherwise. As said, want to keep it bit thematics :P. First the plural of Fey is FAE (or even The Fey) no s involved =P. Okay so summon monster and nature allay options expanded as mentioned in wild soul. Rather than say something like "any spell that can call or bind outsiders can also do it to fey" We just specifically say it works with the Planar ally and planar binding spell sets. (and gate?) It's clear what is meant then and doesn't have the potential to lead to discussions about how spells like "Abyssal Army" or "Summon Baby Demon" are supposed to be able to call a fey. If anything else needs to be adapted it can be brought up on a case by case basis. Quote from: AER Dark wail on 06-04-2013, 00:56:29Beyond the Woodlands allows once per use to reduce the metamagic slot by -1 or once cast spell from your spell book (or spell list if spontaneous caster) without preparing it ahead of time. So empowered fireball is a 4th level spell with Fey magic feature. But if you haven't prepared fireball (or have it spell known as spontaneous caster like sort) to be cast then you need to use Beyond the Woodlands to be able cast it first places (can add metamagic feats but without reduction, so fireball would be 5th level then when casting it when you haven't prepared it). There are a few more gray areas I can imagine here, but they don't all need to be grated through by a fine tooth comb right now. It looks good to go as is, and I like it.PS: You realize giving hexes rather than "continuing hex progression" makes it more attractive to non witches than witches right? I may still go with witch entry anyway though. If you want to okay 3.5 spells on case by case basis that just makes it more fun for me since most of the spells I like are the kind of shit witches do, except now I can look at the druid and cleric list too. I'll assume the class won't change much and work on a character using it. What does "the message body was left empty" mean? I tried modifying my char sheet, and I can't save it. I copied it, so I have the info, but it isn't working.EDIT: This is the part I am trying to add in2 Tower Shield Specialists (Fighter):These two moon elves followed Nivea to learn from Ranchi, and thus far they have learned well. Like Ranchi, they each run their own Combat Training area, where they develop 8 junior warriors of their choice.1 Magician (Bard):One of two dark elves among the heroic followers, she was drawn to Nivea directly, and like him, she has mastered the performing arts and used that mastery to bolster magical talent. She is in charge of the auditorium, where she teaches and occasionally performs for guests.1 Crusader (Cleric):Surprisingly, the only sun elf among the heroic followers. He worships Shell, the goddess of beauty, art, love and music. Even more surprisingly, he is one of the five front line fighters in Nivea's army, using his gifts from the protection domain to keep him safe. He runs one of the two chapels, the one devoted to his goddess.1 Sacred Shield (Paladin):The other dark elf, this man is a follower of Sartre, goddess of sun, redemption, honesty, and healing. Also, one of the five front line fighters. He runs the other chapel, devoted to his goddess.1 Wizard Transmute:A moon elf from the end of Nivea's adventuring days, she was happy to follow him back to Sophia and join the stronghold. The magic laboratory is her domain.1 Sniper (Rogue):Also from Nivea's adventuring days, he was almost ready to retire before Nivea, rather odd for a wood elf. Despite being a quite skilled marksman, he prefers the business end of things, and runs the stronghold itself, particularly the inn, smithies, and shops.1 War mage:A young moon elf with an amazing mind and potential, he runs the fourth combat training area, working with the few adepts he thinks worthy of molding into war mages. I am not sure why it says message is left empty or such. Anyway I advise you read the deities section relating to Forgotten Realms as deities are different in Fern (although your main concern is Submarine (host). To dark elves the Dark Submarine (is concerned more. PaleEnchantress, I will address your questions later. I will likely do edits and then post them up in here what I did on there. I think it might just be too much text in spoilers. Not sure if that is an issue. There was lot more text in my first post in recruitment thread. But try again and add some text outside spoilers and see does it help. Or add pic. Without question, it was length. Maybe spoilers count as extra for determining max content per post? At any rate, after many different changes, the only thing that worked was removing a line for every line I wanted to add, so I trimmed it a bit and am now good. Feel free to comment. Looks good to me :). Just find some nice pic for him. ... It's going to be a while before I have the free time to create my character. >I know that that particular character concept isn't likely to be approved, though. ^^; Plus, it would leave Kiera hanging, and he wanted to play a demon and already got turned down. Pic added Quote from: Munich on 07-04-2013, 02:05:35... It's going to be a while before I have the free time to create my character. Sgt;Lt;; Considering how busy my schedule for the next several days is, I'm actually debating going for a much simpler character concept with fewer things to manage, and less time needed to build. I'd love to try playing a CR 12 Lilith, for example, maybe be some assassin summoned by an Ilythiiri or Aryvandaari noble to do his dirty work, without having to worry about followers or strongholds or anything like that... I know that that particular character concept isn't likely to be approved, though. ^^; Plus, it would leave Kiera hanging, and he wanted to play a demon and already got turned down. Don't let me be the ball and chain holding you down though. If you want to play something simpler, then go for it. O:)The reason I wanted to make a monster character myself is that they are easier to build, like a demon you can play without any modding except maybe other feats. Well, so far as I know Scorpion has 2 elves (or 3 as Ruby is in there as I recall). Aryvandaari are full, Illegal and Miyeritar have 1 slot left. Illegal elves dabble with dark stuff so they may have demons employed. But I prefer all chars to be elves (fable was grandfathered exception and so was eidolon PC idea) and if you find charge too complex for 12th level char, then make commoner :). It's easy with 3 levels only worry about and no need for leadership stuff nor stronghold. I didn't know that Ruby was in any region. Sophia had said 0/3. Oh well, she'd certainly be welcome. Sophia is rapidly becoming the religious district. I remember Ruby wanted to join the kingdom which stayed neutral and Sophia was the neutral kingdom in the war canon wise right?(haven't checked it and so going by out of memory) Learn was the kingdom that stayed neutral on the face of it while giving secret aid and sanctuary to the Miyeritar as the Aryvandaaran elves started rumbling them and otherwise doing things later on like a decade solid of mass prayer by their priests, high mages and the like to the submarine to end the crown wars etc. QuoteIllefarn elves dabble with dark stuff so they may have demons employed. Erm, I think you mean the Illythiri? The Illefarin elves didn't have any of that going on. Ruby's druid character is in Illegal, yeah. Yes. Well an Exalted Druid 10th Level and Brightness Seeker 2nd Level at the moment. Quote from: Kiera on 07-04-2013, 10:26:59Don't let me be the ball and chain holding you down though. If you want to play something simpler, then go for it. O:)The reason I wanted to make a monster character myself is that they are easier to build, like a demon you can play without any modding except maybe other feats. Thanks. And yeah, that's the main reason I'm considering one now, too. Most of the work is already done, so if you're short on time like me, it's a lot easier than creating a character from scratch. Quote from: AER Dark wail on 07-04-2013, 11:08:43Well, so far as I know Scorpion has 2 elves (or 3 as Ruby is in there as I recall). Aryvandaari are full, Illegal and Miyeritar have 1 slot left. Illegal elves dabble with dark stuff so they may have demons employed. But I prefer all chars to be elves (fable was grandfathered exception and so was eidolon PC idea) and if you find charge too complex for 12th level char, then make commoner :). It's easy with 3 levels only worry about and no need for leadership stuff nor stronghold. Actually, Aryvandaar is only full because my previous character concept was occupying the third slot. ^^; So, theoretically, I could try playing a demon of some sort who helped found a few Fey'RI lines in Aryvandaar's little breeding experiments, and who is now being kept on as a tool for assassination and other nasty little covert missions. The particular type of demon I've got in mind is a Lilith, from the 3.5 book Fiendish Codex I, and I don't really think it would be an overpowered addition to the game... But if you'd prefer all the characters be elves, I suppose I could try seeing what I come up with on that front, instead. Thinking about it, my basic concept for the Lilith is really more of a side character than a main character, anyway. Well, work with an elf char as said there is plenty of time to roll and make the char. But Lilith would be fine, but there may need some stat adjustment with it (mostly less spell-alike abilities and more focused with their powers). There is ALU-demon (which would be good candidate to be member of Aryvandaar higher houses (like first or second generation fey'RI, just add even racial in and remove one bonus feat from ALU-demon to fit her in although getting racial bonuses need a bit math). Succubus (is not bad either but would need class levels to make her CR 12. But she would have been planar ally/planar bind brought to the Aryvandaar so you need to establish connection with a PC or NPC is your summoner, but you would be left mostly own devices. Or that you're directly connected to Mankind himself. Anyways same as Pale Enchantress I will post later changes to Hath ran and Lilith demon race (workload just keeps growing -_-). All right, just waiting on some touch ups to my char class, then I will be done. I had to post the stronghold separately because of the earlier issues, but everything is done. In addition to the 100k from Nicki and my own 100k, I spent 25k of Nivea's as well. Also, I modified the numbers on my followers to cut down the number of commoners I have. Before, 82% of my followers were commoners, which I think was a bit high, now only 56.5% are, most of them level 1. Ok, anyway I noticed some folks making PC classes for heroic followers and I decided I will allow that. So keep that in mind when selecting and doing heroic followers (rest followers are NPC classed). Oh, very sorry, thought that was what heroic meant. I may have started that habit. Well yeah, heroic mostly means more cash and a bit higher stat range. But as incentive the heroic followers could have class levels (so they are more potent as loosing them lowers leadership, but they are so low level they would not run risk no other noble but decent challenge to commoners). I think a heroic follower could take any commoner. I mean, a level 6 is just going to beat a level 3 unless the level three has a surprise round on him. Quote from: Cole on 08-04-2013, 17:25:04I think a heroic follower could take any commoner. I mean, a level 6 is just going to beat a level 3 unless the level three has a surprise round on him. Unless of course someone's leadership doesn't let them have level 6's or lets them have higher than level 6's Just finished my Cohort. My Personal Herald, Martin. (to be a foil for Miranda Personality wise. While she is to be very serious and focused, Martin likes to crack jokes and is rather light-hearted. Ironically of course, as class features go, they are pretty much designed more or less alike, Knights sort of being Battle-Bards themselves. Both of them boost moral for there side while trying to demoralize the enemy, and will tend to be on opposite sides of the battlefield to utilize their abilities. (Martin usually hangs with the Archers, when he's able too)Battle-Wise, there's not a lot too Martin. He's designed to be at best a few rows behind front, and his equipment and spells are best suited too getting out of any sticky situation. If the enemy arrives, he has a cloak of Displacement to prevent at least half the harm. While his rapier is rather okay (+2), most of the focus went towards his armor. Martin's primary focus is support. Mortin's actual job mostly boils down being Miranda's assistant, an unofficial 2nd in command. Able to give troops orders while Miranda is busy with other things. Mortin was a nobles bastard son, one whom the noble himself cared for, but couldn't claim his due to political reasons. So he grew up with nobility, but he himself is not one. Focusing more on a trade, which happened to be his music. He's versed in a few things, but what is his greatest talent is his voice. A talent that a young Miranda enjoyed very much. Are we using Pathfinder Siege weapon rules or Heroes of Battle Siege weapon rules? Just note that Sing I recall aided in Diplomacy and so skills associated with the versatile performance have exact same modifier as to perform skill (minus any masterwork instrument bonus from string instrument).Also, you miss two feats from him (7th and 9th I think). I suggest perhaps get masterwork performances? Or if he is going to be archer then pick some archery related feats? Quote from: Pale Enchantress on 08-04-2013, 19:34:35Are we're using Pathfinder Siege weapon rules or Heroes of Battle Siege weapon rules? I am not familiar with pathfinder siege weapon rules. What is difference between the two? Quote from: AER Dark wail on 08-04-2013, 14:05:17Well, work with an elf char as said there is plenty of time to roll and make the char. But Lilith would be fine, but there may need some stat adjustment with it (mostly less spell-alike abilities and more focused with their powers). There is ALU-demon (which would be good candidate to be member of Aryvandaar higher houses (like first or second generation fey'RI, just add even racial in and remove one bonus feat from ALU-demon to fit her in although getting racial bonuses need a bit math). Succubus (is not bad either but would need class levels to make her CR 12. But she would have been planar ally/planar bind brought to the Aryvandaar so you need to establish connection with a PC or NPC is your summoner, but you would be left mostly own devices. Or that you're directly connected to Mankind himself. Anyways same as Pale Enchantress I will post later changes to Hath ran and Lilith demon race (workload just keeps growing -_-). Hmm. Comparing the Lilith to the Pathfinder Succubus, I don't think it would be too much work. For the spell-like abilities, remove Quickened Suggestion and Symbol of Persuasion from the 1/day abilities, and remove Disguise Self and Fly from the at-will abilities. Make Detect Good and Tongues constant, same as the Succubus, and that's done. For skills, condense Spot and Listen into Perception, replace Forgery with Linguistics (which I believe is used along with Bluff for forging documents in Pathfinder), and add Use Magic Device as a racial skill. Then, for the special abilities, remove Item Use and add on Change Shape (same as the Succubus). Finally, for the spell casting, the domains would be Chaos and Trickery, and the Lilith would presumably get access to domain powers, as a 9th-level Cleric. (Or you could alternately just cut the domain access, as with other monsters with Cleric casting, but since the Lilith's big gimmick is pretending to be a Cleric, I think keeping the domains around fits a little more. It's also balanced out by the fact that it's only 9th-level casting, not 12th.) Tada! Pathfinderized Lilith. ^^ Ah, and while I'm not expecting to get a free Leadership feat anymore, since I'm not playing a noble, the thought does occur to me that Kiera could also get the chance to play a demon if he were to play my cohort. I could spend one of my regular feats on it, pick up that one Heroes of Battle feat that would let his maximum level be 11, rather than 10, and he could be, say, an Incubus with martial adept levels, or something like that. I imagine he could take Crusader levels and make a pretty good fake Paladin to go along with my fake Priestess. Edit: Oh, yes, and having been summoned and bound to serve Mankind does bring up a good opportunity for introducing the character into the game. Pale's stated that she wants her character to be fairly influential within Aryvandaar, and is presumably going to be ambitious and looking to increase that influence even further, so it could be that my Lilith was sent over to Eighth's court by Mankind. Supposedly, she'd have been sent as a gift, but in actuality her job would be to serve as the fallen Solar's eyes and ears in the court, helping him keep an eye on a potential rival. I think that that makes for a good way to introduce all sorts of interesting plots. ^^ Interesting idea Munich. Quote from: AER Dark wail on 08-04-2013, 19:36:28Just note that Sing I recall aided in Diplomacy and so skills associated with the versatile performance have exact same modifier as to perform skill (minus any masterwork instrument bonus from string instrument).Also, you miss two feats from him (7th and 9th I think). I suggest perhaps get masterwork performances? Or if he is going to be archer then pick some archery related feats?Oh, yeah. Fixed the skills then, for more optimization. I gave him a Weapon focus, and Extra Performance. Like I said he's mostly Support with an emergency weapon or two. Well, I suggested that Munich and Kiera could role-play as demonic twins (pair of Lilith, succubi etc.). But also idea that incur works alongside with Lilith sister is also interesting. Anyways I will need to check your suggestions more detail later. Not today but tomorrow. Alright. I'll wait patiently for when you have the time to look it over, then. ^^ Quote from: AER Dark wail on 08-04-2013, 21:03:56Well, I suggested that Munich and Kiera could role-play as demonic twins (pair of Lilith, succubi etc.). But also idea that incur works alongside with Lilith sister is also interesting. Anyways I will need to check your suggestions more detail later. Not today but tomorrow. Could also Be mother and (fey'RI or half fiend) son Alright, I have the first portion of my Followers. The ones that make up the raw muscle. That is everyone of the Warrior Class. How is this? I'll be doing the adepts and the Experts soon. Soldiers)Warriors: 40 Heavy Tower Guard (Level 4), Feats: Shield Focus, Weapon Focus Equipment: (Full plate, Long sword, Tower shield) ATK: 6, AC:25, HP: 32, DMG 1d8+150 Medium Tower Guard (Level 3), Feats: Shield Focus, Weapon Focus Equipment: Half plate, Long sword, Tower Shield) ATK: 5, AC: 23, HP: 22, DMG:1d8+1100 Light Tower Guard (level 2), Feats: Shield Focus Equipment: (Banded Mail, Long sword, Tower shield) ATK: 3 AC:22 HP 16, DMG 1d8 +1 500 Low Tower Guards (level 1), Feats: Shield Focus Equipment: (Splint mail, Long sword, Tower shield) ATK: 2, AC: 22, HP 10, DMG 1d8 +110 Heavily Trained Archers (Level 4), Weapon Focus, Point Blank Shot, Equipment: (Scale mail, Composite Longbow, Short sword) ATK: 8(5), AC: 18, HP: 24, DMG: 1d8 +1 (1d6+1)100 Trained Archers (Level 2), Weapon Focus Equipment: (Chain mail, Composite Longbow, Short sword) ATK: 5(3), AC: 18, HP: 14, DMG 1d8 +1 (1d6+1)500 Archers (Level 1), Weapon Focus Equipment: (Scale mail, Composite Longbow, Short sword) ATK: 4 (2), AC: 17, HP: 9, DMG 1d8 +1 (1d6+1)1000 Foot soldiers (Level 1), Weapon Focus Equipment: (Chain mail, Long sword, Heavy Shield) ATK: 3, AC:20, HP: 9 DMG 1d8+1Medics20 Expert Medics (level 4), 14 heal, 11 Survival, Skill focus (heal), Self Sufficient Equipment: (3 Potions of cure Moderate wounds. 6 potions of cure light wounds, 2 healing kits, Knife)ATK: 2, AC: 12, HP: 1450 Intermediate Medics (Level 3), 13 heal, 10 Survival, Skill focus (heal), Self Sufficient Equipment: (1 Potions of cure Moderate wounds. 3 potions of cure light wounds, 2 healing kits, Knife)ATK: 1, AC: 12, HP: 1150 Novice Medics (level 2), 10 heal, 7 Survival, Skill focus (heal)Equipment: (3 potions of cure light wounds, 1 healing kits, Knife)ATK: 1, AC: 12, HP: 8500 Training Medics (Level 1), 9 heal, 6 Survival, Skill focus (heal)Equipment: (2 potions of cure light wounds, 1 healing kits, Knife)ATK: 0 Ac: 12, HP: 5 Quote from: AER Dark wail on 08-04-2013, 19:36:28Just note that Sing I recall aided in Diplomacy and so skills associated with the versatile performance have exact same modifier as to perform skill (minus any masterwork instrument bonus from string instrument).Also, you miss two feats from him (7th and 9th I think). I suggest perhaps get masterwork performances? Or if he is going to be archer then pick some archery related feats? I am not familiar with pathfinder siege weapon rules. What is difference between the two? (are similar, but there are some differences. Price of weapons (especially ammunition costs more), feats available, and the exact nature of the checks. The attack roll uses BAD + Int (or + knowledge engineering) while preparing it uses profession (siege engineer) Ok, we use the Pathfinder version of siege rules then. I viewed them, and they are quite similar to ones in heroes of battle anyway. So do I make my char as Munich's cohort, so CR 11 or as an extra character CR 12 If you planned be eidolon then you make char according as eidolon. But if you're teaming with Munich to become demonic twins then that case your CR 12 char (than being cohort to Munich). Hamm... I kinda want to make a Cloth character, as it is quite fitting with Alkaid, but the twin idea also sounds like a lot of fun. In case of twins, do we go for a pair of Lilith then? Perhaps mine can have the Cloth as a cohort then. Pair of Limits yes (otherwise it would make weird twin pairing if other is succubi and other is Lilith). I just finished my familiars' personality/type/stat-block etc. He is much stronger and more interesting than even my elite followers He also isn't bad looking... Not your Grandma's kind of Familiar(Also for those of you who made their strongholds already... Have you succeeded in housing all your followers/troops? As I see it I must have an active army, reserves who live in town and cycle in and out, and a lot of serfs. Thousands of reserves and serfs of iron who can survive off the and in a continual winter. Actually considering how involved with the sea I am they are probably mostly fishermen not farmers. Quote from: Pale Enchantress on 12-04-2013, 01:09:48Also for those of you who made their strongholds already... Have you succeeded in housing all your followers/troops? As I see it I must have an active army, reserves who live in town and cycle in and out, and a lot of serfs. Thousands of reserves and serfs of iron who can survive off the and in a continual winter. Actually considering how involved with the sea I am they are probably mostly fishermen not farmers. I didn't think of the town thing. I was working on spending the majority of my money on Barracks. Cycling my troops on a weekly basis sounds effective, and will save me roughly half on housing. Sadly however, I've doomed myself and already declared myself on the border of my empire, and I'm expecting an attack at any moment. An empire that already outnumbers me 5-1. So making that 10-1 for any amount of time just seems like a bad idea... Quote from: who149 on 12-04-2013, 01:18:14I didn't think of the town thing. I was working on spending the majority of my money on Barracks. Cycling my troops on a weekly basis sounds effective, and will save me roughly half on housing. Sadly however, I've doomed myself and already declared myself on the border of my empire, and I'm expecting an attack at any moment. An empire that already outnumbers me 5-1. So making that 10-1 for any amount of time just seems like a bad idea... When the game starts try to make some allies with like-minded players. This is a rather political game, so things like that are inclined to happen. Have them help out by stationing a garrison and maybe even one of their heroic followers to oversee it. In an emergency said player could show up with a few of his her elites even if there isn't enough notice to transport their army. I don't know about how aggressive other players intend to be reserved with actually attacking other players. Most I'll probably try to strong-arm into providing me tribute rather than seeking to eliminate them. Now AER probably has some NPC's who are going to keep things active. Quote from: Pale Enchantress on 12-04-2013, 01:32:05When the game starts try to make some allies with like-minded players. This is a rather political game, so things like that are inclined to happen. Have them help out by stationing a garrison and maybe even one of their heroic followers to oversee it. In an emergency said player could show up with a few of his her elites even if there isn't enough notice to transport their army. I don't know about how aggressive other players intend to be reserved with actually attacking other players. Most I'll probably try to strong-arm into providing me tribute rather than seeking to eliminate them. Now AER probably has some NPC's who are going to keep things active. True. I guess it wouldn't make much sense for someone to send there entire army after me right when the game starts. And nobody uses an entire force at once. I'm just a little on edge, as in cannon my empire dies first. And I want to do everything in my power to keep that from happening. Though, yes, it makes much more sense to make friends with other Empires versus Fretting over perfect strategies and what not. ... Okay, the magic item section of the Pathfinder SRD isn't particularly well-organized. >:(I don't suppose anyone would be willing to help me make my magic item purchases? ^^; Quote from: Munich on 12-04-2013, 03:32:58... Okay, the magic item section of the Pathfinder SRD isn't particularly well-organized. Sgt;:(I don't suppose anyone would be willing to help me make my magic item purchases? ^^;I used the SRD website where it organized wondrous items by slot. That + Mic wasn't difficult. Trying to think of a good class for a centaur mount. I have such a fetish for that... That's what I'm using, or at least attempting to use. The problem is, unlike the MIC, I can't get even a basic overview of what a given item does without clicking on a link and going to the page with the item's full description. And since all those tables on the big listing page take a while to load on the laptop I'm using, clicking back and forth constantly is starting to get annoying.Hence, why I'm asking for recommendations for items to purchase. As a Lilith, I'll be a Charisma-based character with access to Cleric casting, and intend to focus on rebuffs over most other Cleric spells. Additionally, I can make use of items that normally require the user to be good-aligned, and have UMD at max ranks and an absurd Charisma score. Finally, my innate spell-like abilities are pretty much the same as those of a Succubus. Anyone have any good recommendations? A centaur mount? War blade and Crusader both spring to mind. Don't the Stone Dragon and White Raven schools both have some good charging-focused maneuvers in them? Quote from: Munich on 12-04-2013, 04:00:02A centaur mount? War blade and Crusader both spring to mind. Don't the Stone Dragon and White Raven schools both have some good charging-focused maneuvers in them? For SLA rebuffs Ability focus is nice.... OH, OH Get a Veil of Allure. +2 to CIA based SLA's and enchantment DC'crusader would be an amazing centaur mount I did that in a game once. White Raven Tactics on the wizard rider was a real treat especially. The main problem it faced (and Eighth in the same position would face) you have a mount that wants to change in melee and a rider that wants to stay back at range. Its actually more compounded for Eighth because her mount is a follower not a cohort so it won't be a fucking aircraft carrier running down the battlefield. Range for is definitely the best option. Ooh, right, that's a good item. ^^ Plus a +6 Charisma enhancement, and a +5 item of Resistance, though I'm thinking Vest over Cloak... Hmm, and a +2 Belt of Physical Might, adding its bonus to Dexterity and Constitution? That would be a total of 85,000 GP, leaving me with 23,000 leftover. Sounds like an archery centaur might be in order, then. Not sure what archery options Pathfinder has, though... Edit: Also picked up a Ring of Mind Shielding for 8,000 GP, because immunity to detect thoughts and discern lies should come in handy for a spy-type character. ^^ 15,000 GP left, and now I'm considering getting a +1 weapon of some sort with a few useful weapon properties, or perhaps some enchanted armor. Quote from: Munich on 12-04-2013, 05:11:33Ooh, right, that's a good item. ^^ Plus a +6 Charisma enhancement, and a +5 item of Resistance, though I'm thinking Vest over Cloak... Hmm, and a +2 Belt of Physical Might, adding its bonus to Dexterity and Constitution? That would be a total of 85,000 GP, leaving me with 23,000 leftover. Sounds like an archery centaur might be in order, then. Not sure what archery options Pathfinder has, though... Edit: Also picked up a Ring of Mind Shielding for 8,000 GP, because immunity to detect thoughts and discern lies should come in handy for a spy-type character. ^^ 15,000 GP left, and now I'm considering getting a +1 weapon of some sort with a few useful weapon properties, or perhaps some enchanted armor. My cohort and I skipped resist boosts to saves all together for various reasons. Spell Storing is an optimal weapon enchant for obvious reasons. I was thinking an initiative-boosting property like Warning, myself. Though, since I have an absurd UMD score, maybe I should try to get a few wands, instead? I've got Cleric casting, so maybe I could pick up some good low-level spells off other lists. Quote from: Munich on 12-04-2013, 06:36:53I was thinking an initiative-boosting property like Warning, myself. Though, since I have an absurd UMD score, maybe I should try to get a few wands, instead? I've got Cleric casting, so maybe I could pick up some good low-level spells off other lists. What kind of abilities do you want your wands to cover? Buffing, Rebuffing, damage, utility? I think I'd prefer utility. Though, are safe DC's on wands and other magic items still low in Pathfinder, or would I actually be able to put my Charisma to work in that area? For character concept, I'm at a Mexican standoff between a Cloth and a Lilith :-\ Quote from: Munich on 12-04-2013, 07:09:24I think I'd prefer utility. Though, are safe DC's on wands and other magic items still low in Pathfinder, or would I actually be able to put my Charisma to work in that area? Unless you're a ninth level wizard? ... no SHAH On the centaur Cohort I was going to suggest a thrown weapon build as a possibility. I just now remembered the feat "Throw Ally". Eighth's followers would be his backup ammo! I wonder if you can take "Weapon Focus: Elf"(Quote from: Pale Enchantress on 14-04-2013, 23:52:44AHAH On the centaur Cohort I was going to suggest a thrown weapon build as a possibility. I just now remembered the feat "Throw Ally". Eighth's followers would be his backup ammo! I wonder if you can take "Weapon Focus: Elf" (looking halfling EVER I took that 100 question "What D&D character are you" test Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide Am A: Neutral Evil Human Bard (4th Level)Ability Scores:Strength-10Dexterity-12Constitution-10Intelligence-16Wisdom-12Charisma-18Alignment:Neutral Evil A neutral evil villain does whatever he can get away with. He is out for himself, pure and simple. He sheds no tears for those he kills, whether for profit, sport, or convenience. Furthermore, he has no love of order and holds no illusion that following laws, traditions, or codes would make him any better or more noble. On the other hand, he doesn have the restless nature or love of conflict that a chaotic evil villain has. Some neutral evil villains hold up evil as an ideal, committing evil for its own sake. Most often, such villains are devoted to evil deities or secret societies. Neutral evil is the best alignment you can be because you can advance yourself without regard for others. However, neutral evil can be a dangerous alignment because it represents pure evil without honor and without variation. Race:Humans are the most adaptable of the common races. Short generations and a penchant for migration and conquest have made them physically diverse as well. Humans are often unorthodox in their dress, sporting unusual hairstyles, fanciful clothes, tattoos, and the like. Class:Bards often serve as negotiators, messengers, scouts, and spies. They love to accompany heroes (and villains) to witness heroic (or villainous) deeds firsthand, since a bard who can tell a story from personal experience earns renown among his fellows. A bard casts arcane spells without any advance preparation, much like a sorcerer. Bards also share some specialized skills with rogues, and their knowledge of item lore is nearly unmatched. A high Charisma score allows a bard to cast high-level spells. Find out Lt;a ref=' (target='MT'Sgt;What Kind of Dungeons and Dragons Character Would You Be?[/URL], courtesy of Mandamus Lt;a ref='mailto:zybstrski@excite.com'Sgt;(e-mail)[/URL] Somehow, I'm not surprised by the result. :P Quote from: Munich on 15-04-2013, 18:48:28Somehow, I'm not surprised by the result. Neither was I, though, I actually think I might be more Sorcerer than Bard. - If beguiler was an option I think that one is probably the best fit. I just spent over an hour trying to map out our stronghold... I had some good starts, but eventually it just turned into a clusterfuck. We have almost 200 stronghold spaces in use and that's way too much to keep track of while I try to fill a map out." Shit did I get 30 of those or only 26 let me count...." I tried to simplify everything by combining all spaces of the same type into a single block. That was unrealistic and ugly "Ah here we have the entryway and right next to it, we have this colossal cubic area that sleeps 300 people" So we will just be working with brief descriptions. I think you'll appreciate what I did with the magic lab. I found a stance from a poem to describe our stronghold There open fans and gaping graves Yawn level with the luminous waves;But not the riches there that lien each idol's diamond eye-Not the gaily-jewelled dead Tempt the waters from their bed;For no ripples curl, alas! Along that wilderness of glass-No swellings tell that winds may be Upon some far-off happier sea-No hearings hint that winds have Beeton seas less hideously serene. Ooh, nice. So does that mean our base is set up on beachfront property? ’D Quote from: Munich on 16-04-2013, 03:06:41Ooh, nice. So does that mean our base is set up on beachfront property? Don a rocky cliff surrounded on 3 sides by the sea. One of our thunderous architecture turns everything frigid for miles around. Eisheth specializes in ice magic and actually gets more powerful the colder it is. Quote from: Pale Enchantress on 16-04-2013, 03:35:14On a rocky cliff surrounded on 3 sides by the sea. One of our thunderous architecture turns everything frigid for miles around. Eisheth specializes in ice magic and actually gets more powerful the colder it is. Poe AND Foreigner? It doesn't get any better than that. Foreigner - Cold as Ice with lyrics (#) I've been procrastinating on making my Land. And I still need to finish my Heroic Followers. After that... I think that's it. Quote from: Pale Enchantress on 16-04-2013, 03:35:14On a rocky cliff surrounded on 3 sides by the sea. One of our thunderous architecture turns everything frigid for miles around. Eisheth specializes in ice magic and actually gets more powerful the colder it is. Ah. I suppose cold resistance would at least let me get some sunbathing in, then. And perhaps I can pull off a sexy fur ensemble... More importantly, it sounds like our stronghold will be in a fairly defensible position. ^^ Can it prevent say a druids in the form of a tiny winter owl from getting in? ’D Quote from: Ruby Slippers on 16-04-2013, 05:27:01Can it prevents say a druids in the form of a tiny winter owl from getting in? Din theory no but do you want to run risk ending up on someone's dinner table? I would imagine unsee lie was would hunt anything what moves in their territory. I was just kidding naturally, and she can speak with Unsee lie doesn't mean she wants to. ’D Demons could also take stronghold right. That's another one you could add to the pool then Pale Quote from: Kiera on 16-04-2013, 17:57:30 Demons could also take stronghold right. That's another one you could add to the pool then Pale Quote from: Ruby Slippers on 16-04-2013, 05:27:01Can it prevents say a druids in the form of a tiny winter owl from getting in? The stronghold has some decent standard defenses, but the best defense it has is something I didn't mention because it usually goes without saying: The powerful individuals that live there. One fiend that's a walking blasphemy, another fiend whose attacks make it more of a blender than a creature, (possibly) a violent centaur priest of an eldritch abomination that can rain down giant arrows of massive saving throw penalty at targets half a mile away, a sadistic enchantress that fornicates with the void itself and tells the laws of magic to fuck off, and a psychic monstrosity wearing the skin of a cute merely that's metaphysically connected to every one of the former individuals, has min drape as a favored hobby, and the habit of performing telepathic lobotomies on anyone whose devotion to his mistress seems less than sincere. That is the true defense of the castle. ...and I still have a cohort slot free :p Finished with my Stronghold...sort of. I'm out of funds and bought all the basics. Wood walls and everything. Housing about 1/6th of my army. I guess I could tweak it here and there, but its looking rather bare right now~ Quote from: who149 on 16-04-2013, 21:20:53Finished with my Stronghold...sort of. I'm out of funds and bought all the basics. Wood walls and everything. Housing about 1/6th of my army. I guess I could tweak it here and there, but its looking rather bare right now~I was able to house 400 troops, but that's not even 1/6th of my army. Hell It's not even 1/20th Well with my stronghold funds, we might build lots of additional barracks and such Quote from: Kiera on 16-04-2013, 22:01:38Well with my stronghold funds, we might build lots of additional barracks and such already counted yours in it Edit: We do have some awesome stuff though I'd be happy to tell you about it. So I have a metamagic feat slot open (must be spent on metamagic) and my level12 feat open. I had initially taken a feat that increased "share spell" range, but I found out share spells works differently in pathfinder and I don't need it anymore. For the level 12 feat I was thinking of Residual Magic (From complete mage) It's a really powerful and versatile tactical feat. I don't have any specific spell I'm taking it for, but I'm sure it will prove itself to be useful often enough. My other idea is one of those feats like practical metamagic or metamagic school focus that reduce one feat's slot modifier by one. Metamagic feats. Dazing Spell: If I'm going to cast a blast spell this is the way to do it. Flash Frost Spell: I lied this is another way to do it. Increased damage and grease effect on my cold spells. At +1 spell level though it seems like I might as well just get a rod. Persistent Spell (Pathfinder Version): Resistance is futile. Nice, but I think it's better for spontaneous casters who can use it when they know they need it, unlike me who could end up with a weak persistent spell in a high level slot and blow it on something trivial. Chain Spell: This one is probably my favorite. It's less personal raw power than dazing spell, but it has offense, defense, and utility applications. That's why I love it. Quicken: Just had to mention it. I'd rather save up for a lesser rod. So... I don't suppose that, as a Lilith with room for two class levels, I'd be able to take this third-party Cleric archetype (could I? ^^; The main reason I want it is for the 6+int skill points, so I can keep all my skills nice and even, but the extras are pretty nice. And since my base Wisdom score is only 14, I don't think it'll wind up being overpowered... Quote from: Munich on 17-04-2013, 03:41:18So... I don't suppose that, as a Lilith with room for two class levels, I'd be able to take this third-party Cleric archetype (could I? ^^; The main reason I want it is for the 6+int skill points, so I can keep all my skills nice and even, but the extras are pretty nice. And since my base Wisdom score is only 14, I don't think it'll wind up being overpowered... What is the motivation in taking cleric levels just for skill points? Wouldn't it advance your innate cleric casting (which is CIA based) just like a nymph that takes druid levels advances her druid casting. I'd like for you to have what you want, but I have to ask, most AT's trade something for something else. This one is trading some proficiencies for a plethora of abilities. It wouldn't bother me if you were to get it anyway, but why not take a prestige class that can advance spell casting. One with good skill progression. You get to boost your cleric levels, have a good skill assortment, and get the PRC abilities Well, I'd be taking it to advance my spell casting as well, of course. It was just one of the few Cleric archetypes I saw with a good skill progression, and the other ones are also third party. ^^; I will agree that it seems to give a bit too much in exchange for too little, so I'm not really expecting it to be approved, but I don't think it would be overpowered for me to take, or even overpowered in a regular game, compared to a normal Cleric. It would get to save a bit of money on equipment, thanks to the Mind is Body ability, and the access to spontaneous Haste would benefit the entire party, starting at level 5, but at low levels you're basically giving up the Healing role in order to focus more on Buffing. Maybe if it also traded in Channel Energy... Either way, if you've got any good suggestions for prestige classes, I'd love to hear them. I can't find anything good on the Pathfinder SRD, and nothing from 3.5 is coming to mind. If you can somehow get sneak attack damage !d6 needed), Black Flame Zealot. Paragnostic Apostle has full casting, good skills, and class features all based on being a skill monkey (especially knowledge). Easy to qualify for too. If you can get the race req dropped I bet Seeker of the Misty Isle would be EXACTLY what you want. Again take out the racial connotation and Divine Prankster would be a great fit. Change the alignment requirement and Shadowban Stalker works great. (still need 1d6 sneak attack though)Skippered fits you well if you remove the raptor an prier. If the skill points aren't something you MUST have Contemplative or Divine Oracle are great choices. Edit: Also Urban savant has a lot of what you want. Hmm, Par agnostic Apostle's Holy Texts ability explicitly states that it progresses my domain abilities...... And looking through the class features, Divine Prankster looks like it would work extremely well with the overall mechanical feel I'm going for. If we could just ignore the race and deity requirements, and maybe make the Perform-related parts of the class not specifically require (Comedy), I think I'd be extremely interested in this one. Contemplative and Divine Oracle certainly are good general choices, too. I think I'll probably pick Contemplative, for the extra domain, if I can't get Divine Prankster. Evasion from Divine Oracle would come in handy, but I can't really picture Malcontent keeping any oracles. Or, not real ones, at any rate. Thanks for the help, Pale. You gave me some great suggestions. ^^ I'm also still not sure on what class levels to throw on my Cloth. Mortal hunter dip for the wear skin ability Not sure on the other level. I was thinking of going for the multi weapon fighting tree, letting it wield 4 weapons at once :) I am going to bow out. Quote from: Cole on 17-04-2013, 18:31:58I am going to bow out. Slap! Sorry to see you go, Cole. Dammit, now I have to figure out my strong hold by myself. Quote from: NicciKotor on 18-04-2013, 05:35:28 Dammits, now I have to figure out my strong hold by myself. Really frustrating to see him go. I rather liked his character. Quote from: Pale Enchantress on 18-04-2013, 07:26:02Really frustrating to see him go. I rather liked his character. Really contrasted against my stuck up elf cleric. Yeah, I think the two of you would have made for an interesting team. Didn't Nicki mention a pre-game thread? I know now Kiera Munich and I have enough of our character figured out to do a little pre game... I think that's just something she and another player did on their own. Furthermore, I'd certainly be willing to try something similar, myself, to see how our characters would interact with one another. Hung like a horse...Oh, hah drifted off there in thought. I was actually wondering if the Lilith and Cloth just show up "Hey Mankind sent us to watch you"With that kind of greeting I think you'd just both get marked "Return to sender: Did not order" They probably wouldn't have just shown up like that, no. :P More likely, they came along with a messenger that you'd know would work for Mankind, and a few other gifts and useful resources for your stronghold, which might have been under construction or undergoing renovation at the time. Overall, they'd be presented to you as a gift, rather than as spies. Mara, my Lilith, will be quite the accomplished performer if AER approves the Divine Prankster prestige class. I'm looking at the Versatile Performer (feat if that PRC is allowed, so she'll be able to entertain people in a variety off ways. ^^ Quote from: Munich on 19-04-2013, 06:13:20They probably wouldn't have just shown up like that, no. :P More likely, they came along with a messenger that you'd know would work for Mankind, and a few other gifts and useful resources for your stronghold, which might have been under construction or undergoing renovation at the time. Overall, they'd be presented to you as a gift, rather than as spies. Mara, my Lilith, will be quite the accomplished performer if AER approves the Divine Prankster prestige class. I'm looking at the Versatile Performer (feat if that PRC is allowed, so she'll be able to entertain people in a variety off ways. ^^ Groovy! I'm sure the family had something to do with it as well. The Ishaan are the evil aristocrats to end all evil aristocrats. Sounds good though. Look forward to it Anyone else knows any good prestige class that might work on the cloth. Quote from: Kiera on 19-04-2013, 16:38:49Anyone else know any good prestige class that might work on the cloth.I'm sure I could find plenty, what exact;y do you want to do? My first idea was mortal hunter, at least one level for the disguise ability. Thrall of jubilee was another idea, but it's alter self ability only appears on level 4I suppose any martial class could do, perhaps blackguard Quote from: Kiera on 19-04-2013, 17:06:29My first idea was mortal hunter, at least one level for the disguise ability. Thrall of jubilee was another idea, but it's alter self ability only appears on level 4I suppose any martial class could do, perhaps blackguard Oh sweetheart *hugs* don't torture yourself like that. Let me message you an idea I just had. How shall we start this shin-dig? You mean a pre-game role-playing thread to help establish character relations and define personalities? Quote from: Munich on 20-04-2013, 02:54:57You mean a pre-game role-playing thread to help establish character relations and define personalities? Yes Hmm, that is a tough question to answer. Maybe we could try running through a 'typical day' for our characters, see how they'd interact with one another on a regular basis. Quote from: Munich on 20-04-2013, 05:04:52Hmm, that is a tough question to answer. Maybe we could try running through a 'typical day' for our characters, see how they'd interact with one another on a regular basis. Perhaps their initial meeting :-) If we can skip past the part with the messenger and get straight to the part where our characters actually interact with one another, I certainly wouldn't have any objections to that. Quote from: Re Z L on 20-04-2013, 05:36:54 Perhaps their initial meeting :-)Either of those works, but if we are going with the idea that you two came with funds for the palace, then if we RP'd that the palace wouldn't have been built yet....can be done I think though. Alternately, the original structure could have been built long ago, and the funds are for additions and renovations, leaving part of it closed down while construction is taking place. ^^ Sounds good to me. As for disguise, the flesh shifter armor from Bond might be something, its grands alter self at will Quote from: Kiera on 20-04-2013, 07:53:12 Sounds good to me. As for disguise, the flesh shifter armor from Bond might be something, its grands alter self at will Unlike disguise self, alter self produces an actual change so that sounds perfect! *sigh*I am sad to see folks dropping out :(. More so when I have damn tough week to get computer time from game addicted mother (who's comp this is anyway). But +12 hours per day made me focus on stuff on RPO as ST, not mention zero game time for WoW or anything as I still got some school project left but in next week stuff clears out. Anyways to address stuff;Munich:I approve the Divine Prankster class with removed racial and deity limits. Also, I allow remove the closed limit on 'comedy' performance (so the killing performance does not need be about killing someone with laughter like a Joker). You could call the PRC as 'Seductress' so you kill people with striptease which causes massive nose bleeds (you just need select one key performance which determines name of the class, divine harpist or such with perform:string reds example). Anyways game starts in next week once I complete my school project and I graduate. Ouch, sorry to hear about your schedule taking a hit like that, AER. Thanks for approving the Divine Prankster, though. ^^ Yeah, I hope next week is lot better. Okay, and now for one more important question. Since the Divine Prankster prestige class has Inspire Courage as one of its class features, would I be able to take Bardic Music-related feats like Song of the Heart (Pumping up the Inspire Courage bonus I can toss out seems like a good idea. Quote from: Munich on 21-04-2013, 02:58:25Okay, and now for one more important question. Since the Divine Prankster prestige class has Inspire Courage as one of its class features, would I be able to take Bardic Music-related feats like Song of the Heart (Pumping up the Inspire Courage bonus I can toss out seems like a good idea. It would be asinine to read it in a way "It says you need "bardic music" and you don't have that, you have "comedic performance"" Just go ahead and take the feat if you qualify for it, we both know AER well enough to know he isn't going to say something like than any more then we are going to say "It says I can change the spell to any damage type, so I pick ability damage!" I allow taking the feat if we change the class little so that divine prankster feature works exactly same as bard's does; including the fact how many rounds you can keep performing it. If no other bard levels then it goes same as first level bard when taking first level in the class. Alright. That lets me leverage my charisma score a little more, so I've got no complaints. ^^ Edit: Although, does that mean I lose out on the ability to enrage my enemies and eventually kill them with my performances? Also, does that mean that the Inspire Courage bonuses granted by the prestige class will eventually raise when I hit my 5th level within it? I would rule that inspire courage bonus increase while taking levels in the PRC. Enrage part would function as written expect save DC is 10 + PRC levels + your charisma instead perform check. Killing Joke functions like Deadly Performance from the bard class in pathfinder. Alright, I can work with that. ^^ Mara's sheet on Mythtweavers is almost done, just need to work out which spells to prepare on a regular basis, so now I can focus on other things. Pale, since I'm not sure what sort of aesthetics you're going for with your stronghold, would something like this picture (fit in at Eighth's court? I'm having some trouble picking out a good appearance for my character. Quote from: Munich on 21-04-2013, 21:32:00Alright, I can work with that. ^^ Mara's sheet on Mythtweavers is almost done, just need to work out which spells to prepare on a regular basis, so now I can focus on other things. Pale, since I'm not sure what sort of aesthetics you're going for with your stronghold, would something like this picture (fit in at Eighth's court? I'm having some trouble picking out a good appearance for my character. Well revealing some skin is an "In" thing in Eighth's (because it means you are either a supernaturally gifted race, or you have the money or power to afford enchantments against the cold". I was looking sort of mid 1700s to mid 1800s Russia Hungary and Austria. The Winter Palace would be a good thing to look at as far as what the structure looks like and Eighth herself could be a vain evil sorceress spin on Empress Elisabeth of Austria. There is also a prevalence of nautical influences in the court as well. You couldn't go wrong with playing up a sexy pirate queen look if the Romanov and Hapsburg high fashion isn't a workable aesthetic. That image looks rather gypsy (Romani) which has some very interesting connotations giving my chosen aesthetic. It was during that exact era that the Romani people were mass imprisoned. Edit: Of course this is fantasy so looks will be made a bit "sexier" and magical. Anyone have/use a specific program for spell memorization? Especially for clerics who have so many fucking spells Quote from: Pale Enchantress on 21-04-2013, 23:07:58Well revealing some skin is an "In" thing in Eighth's (because it means you are either a supernaturally gifted race, or you have the money or power to afford enchantments against the cold". I was looking sort of mid 1700s to mid 1800s Russia Hungary and Austria. The Winter Palace would be a good thing to look at as far as what the structure looks like and Eighth herself could be a vain evil sorceress spin on Empress Elisabeth of Austria. There is also a prevalence of nautical influences in the court as well. You couldn't go wrong with playing up a sexy pirate queen look if the Romanov and Hapsburg high fashion isn't a workable aesthetic. That image looks rather gypsy (Romani) which has some very interesting connotations giving my chosen aesthetic. It was during that exact era that the Romani people were mass imprisoned. Edit: Of course this is fantasy so looks will be made a bit "sexier" and magical. Hmm, so picking that appearance would have Mara playing the part of the exotic outsider, perhaps not at Eighth's stronghold entirely by choice, though clearly not being treated poorly, either. I think I could work with that, though whether I use the picture would ultimately depend on how our characters actually wound up interacting with each other. If it doesn't work out that way, I can probably use something more like this one (instead. Either way, it looks like we need to get that pre-game role-playing thread up and running. ^^ Assuming the centaur's also going to be involved, I think NC: Exotic Solos should be a good forum for the thread. Quote from: Pale Enchantress on 22-04-2013, 00:42:41Anyone have/use a specific program for spell memorization? Especially for clerics who have so many fucking spells wish I did. I still haven't gotten beyond Orisons for my own spell selection. >Quote from: Ruby Slippers on 22-04-2013, 01:05:54Well as an Exalted Druid I just took what felt right for spells. Well I know what I do for wizard, and Seth has nearly 100 spells to track, I just use a work pad I filled out. With the number of slots I have for that level next to it. I as trick what I memories (multiple times if necessary) and If it's metamagicked I make a note of that along with what slot its actually taking. When I use the spell I change the as trick to an X, until the next day when I erase the symbols and rememorize. Something like... Level 1 (3)Magic Missile *Color SprayGreaseBoom I fucked Your Boyfriend Enlarge Person **(Extended 2)Level 2 (2)Web Rope Trick *Your Father Smells Like Elderberries Command Undead(I cast a magic missile already and memorized a normal enlarge person and an extended enlarge person in a 2nd level slot)For Cleric it would require writing and filtering through hundreds of spells every time. So My low tech solution is to just use the massive online spell list pathfinder has and write (and as trick) the spells in word pad as I memories them. Plus all my domain spells. Basically I'll only write them down as I need. Ones I've prepared in the past will still be written in the WordPad, but I'll know they weren't prepared because no as trick. Its low tech compared to big programs and spreadsheets but many of those have issues of their own. For fun, I thought I'd post what Image I was going to use for Eighth when I was considering making her Male. I'm certain I'll use it in some game. Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide(cool picture :) Hmph, considering Myth-Weavers is down the inspection has to wait for later date. But overall what I saw while I peeked occasion looked okay. I'll have my char-sheet done by the weekend (slight delay cause of work) Now that I'm to outfitting my nameless took followers I'm realizing 50k does not outfit some 200,000 followers. Not even getting them all just regular swords and armor? Quote from: Munich on 25-04-2013, 06:22:38Not even getting them all just regular swords and armor? Do the math dear. 50 thousand gold, 200 thousand people. A basic sword is more than a gold piece. It's okay though since I'll just work with most of the ones above level 1, which cuts the number down greatly. Quote from: Pale Enchantress on 25-04-2013, 05:24:39Now that I'm to outfitting my nameless took followers I'm realizing 50k does not outfit some 200,000 followers. Note; 1st level follower as NPC gold based on their level. So if you get basic gear with their starting gold you can add some extra on them (or get magical siege engines or transport devices etc.). Not individual junk. Quote from: AER Dark wail on 25-04-2013, 15:28:49Note; 1st level follower as NPC gold based on their level. So if you get basic gear with their starting gold you can add some extra on them (or get magical siege engines or transport devices etc.). Not individual junk. Oh. Okay I think I understand how you meant it to work. Our (CIA Mod) of elite followers have elite arrow and elite NPC gold based on their level. Our regular followers have standard array and normal NPC gold based on their level. We have 50k gold for Follower related purchases above their individual funds. Things like mount boarding, siege weapons, minor magic items are decent idea for spending the 50k. Posting the Elite followers one at a time in the character sheet thread. They are all fully fleshed out NPC's with images and backstories. I just posted the one that might be considered the most powerful. Edit: Major props if anyone spots the theme in my naming. Or knows what R'lye's quote is from. Quote from: Pale Enchantress on 25-04-2013, 19:54:45Posting the Elite followers one at a time in the character sheet thread. They are all fully fleshed out NPC's with images and backstories. I just posted the one that might be considered the most powerful. Edit: Major props if anyone spots the theme in my naming. Or knows what R'lye's quote is from. I'll take Macabre Poets for $1000, Alex Yeah, that was pretty much the only conclusion that sprang to my mind, too. I think my exact thought was 'writers of horror', or something along those lines, though. Hamm, why I imagine that Pale's most themes are surrounded on comics drawn/written by Michael Manning? Example Hydrophobia (environment would fit quite well for Pale's present base if placing it into cellar/underground section the place where hold all carnal fun activities. Anyways making checks and opening threads, so stand by..... Quote from: AER Dark wail on 26-04-2013, 21:12:54Hmmm, why I imagine that Pale's most themes are surrounded on comics drawn/written by Michael Manning? Example Hydrophobia (environment would fit quite well for Pale's present base if placing it into cellar/underground section the place where hold all carnal fun activities. Anyways making checks and opening threads, so stand by.....MUAHAHAHAHAHAHH I can't wait! I still have more followers to post. Plus I wanted to do a short description of the castle. Ahhh so many strokes of inspiration, so little time. Edit: Yay posted all the elite followers except the War mage who has yet to be made for reasons that should be obvious. I hope people find them to be amusing. Now I get to write about the common area where Eighth keeps the genitals of all her former lovers and conquests on display. (And a few of the lovers/conquests themselves as well) Ok, posted all IC threads and placed links on first post on IOC thread. Start posting at your leisure and I send PM's as well. Okay. Looks like I'm out of time. I'll have to make due with what I came up with. I couldn't find any way of doing any better anyway Hi. Furthermore, I'm a little behind. Still need to do my heroic followers and my stronghold. I'll try to finish by morning. I've already had what my Heroic followers are going to be. For the record, a Fighter, a Rouge, and a Sorcerer. I haven't actually finished them yet sadly. Also, I think it was discussed for other people to playing your Cohorts. Well, if anybody wants to play mine they can. He's a Bard. Yeah, I need someone to play my Paladin. I doubt anyone wants to play the insane Prince. MAYBE Red would. I'm fine playing my own cohort though. Quote from: NicciKotor on 27-04-2013, 01:56:30Yeah I need someone to play my Paladin. I don't think our Empires are Waring. Want me to play your paladin? Quote from: who149 on 27-04-2013, 02:40:06I don't think our Empires are Waring. Want me to play your paladin? Horray. Hamm...trying to create a new char sheet on Myth-weavers, but am unable to do so for some reason Edit: Never mind, fixed the problem I decided not to play the game looks nice, but it took to long to get started, and I'm no longer interested in it, plus I suspect the game is too big to keep going for to long. Sorry to hear that :(For my char's equipment, I've decided on most except weapon. Got around 44000gp left. For one, I was thinking of an adamantine great axe with vicious and vampire upgrades. 21020gp. Quote from: Kiera on 28-04-2013, 16:35:47Sorry to hear that :(For my char's equipment, I've decided on most except weapon. Got around 44000gp left. For one, I was thinking of an adamantine great axe with vicious and vampire upgrades. 21020gp. Reach weapons dear, reach weapons. And remember you have 4 arms so 2 of them. Quote from: Ruby Slippers on 28-04-2013, 14:57:38I decided not to play the game looks nice, but it took to long to get started, and I'm no longer interested in it, plus I suspect the game is too big to keep going for to long. Sorry to see you go. One nice thing about Meyers "Webbed" system, where people are split into small groups and each gets their own thread, is that losing a player doesn't destroy the whole game since most people were probably already playing without them. Right. So maybe 2 bardic he then. For medium, they do 1d10 so that would make 2d8 then for large. With vicious and vampire, they do an extra 2d6 extra damage + 1d6 that also heals me and 1d6 damage to myself for vicious, so the healing of vampire should on average counter the -1d6 from vicious. Not sure on the other for enchants Quote from: Kiera on 28-04-2013, 18:21:30Right. So maybe 2 bardic he then. For medium, they do 1d10 so that would make 2d8 then for large. With vicious and vampire, they do an extra 2d6 extra damage + 1d6 that also heals me and 1d6 damage to myself for vicious, so the healing of vampire should on average counter the -1d6 from vicious. Not sure on the other for enchants suggest the short half feat, lets you threaten adjacent targets with a reach weapon, so your threatened area is from you out to 15 ft. (same area you damage with a dance)I think the vicious vampire combo is nice. Vampire actually does an extra 1d6 damage, not just "you regain 1d6 hit points"? As long as its doing damage too it sounds like an awesome enchant. Just go with those for now on two +1 bardic he's safe whatever you have left over and use item crafter's. High weapon enchants get expensive, as it is +1 vicious vampire is a +3 total right? Or is it a +4? Vicious is +1vampiric +2Can I add those two enchant to a basic adamantine bardic he, or do I have to add a +1 enchant to it first? (so total enchant bonus gets to 4) Quote from: Kiera on 28-04-2013, 19:47:34 vicious is +1vampiric +2Can I add those two enchant to a basic adamantine bardic he, or do I have to add a +1 enchant to it first? (so total enchant bonus gets to 4)You have to have a +1 basic enchant before you can get abilities. So they are +4 total. Hamm...then I can only effort 1 of those and got 9000 left for the second weapon, unless I lower the belt of physical might to +2 instead of +4So +1 vicious, vampire adamantine bardic he and a +1 bardic he with another +1 ability.... Quote from: Kiera on 28-04-2013, 20:06:35Hmmm...then I can only effort 1 of those and got 9000 left for the second weapon, unless I lower the belt of physical might to +2 instead of +4So +1 vicious, vampire adamantine bardic he and a +1 bardic he with another +1 ability.... I POSTED YOU AND MUNICH MAY CONTINUE! Actually you can save money by getting two grater life-drinking weapon crystals over the vampire enchantment. Make both Bardiche's +1 Vicious augmented each with a weapon crystal of life drinking, or even one with life drinking the other with something else. That might work. Or I could negate the life gaining completely and rely on others for healing :p Well, I managed to make my introductory post. ^^ Mara has probably wound up accidentally agreeing to things she shouldn't have agreed to due to not having paid much attention to Jeri on while he was talking. :P Quote from: Munich on 30-04-2013, 00:04:16Well, I managed to make my introductory post. ^^ Mara has probably wound up accidentally agreeing to things she shouldn't have agreed to due to not having paid much attention to Jeri on while he was talking. PI really liked the line"there were still occasional moments, like when she was cornered by a self-obsessed raving madman and given little choice but to listen to his rantings for a couple of hours, where the temptation became particularly strong for her to attempt to slip her bonds and plane shift back home to go and do something more exciting, like watching paint dry."^_~ I was debating tossing in an extra line about how watching paint dry in the Abyss was actually somewhat exciting, because the paint is made from ground-up human souls that writhe and scream on the walls as they dry, but I thought it flowed better without it. ;) Well I guess it's my turn now :P I'm not the only one who noticed that pathfinder has a Titmice as one of their core gods right? Damn I'd love to be a priest of On Author. And I don't mean my character would like to. I mean ID like to.(>Quote from: Munich on 01-05-2013, 06:50:33>Lt;; My mind just went to a very strange place upon seeing that picture.I'm sure it can't be that strange. What did you think? Makes me think of hellraiser among other things, but you might have been drawn to something specific. Well, it's mostly because I've been listening to podcasts for this one tabletop RPG called Monsters and Other Childish Things, but I basically found myself trying to think of what sort of wacky misadventures On Author would wind up getting to if he somehow wound up as the best friend of a precocious 12-year-old child. So, yeah, a very strange place indeed. Not necessary strange but more fascinating. As if child is grown in abyss with all grotesque locals around but instead eating said child they would be her playmates, how child would turn out to be, and what would be her perception of beauty/ugliness? Anyways posts coming, but I have lots to grind in besides this game in E. Not quite. ^^; Basically, Monsters and Other Childish Things (is a game where you play as a kid who has a terrifying and powerful monster as a best friend/pet. It's sounded quite fun, from the various recorded sessions I've been listening to (Crazy powers, strange scenarios, and lots of good comedic potential. Alright AER, I'll look forward to your posts, then. ^^ Quote from: Munich on 04-05-2013, 09:36:04Not quiet. ^^; Basically, Monsters and Other Childish Things (is a game where you play as a kid who has a terrifying and powerful monster as a best friend/pet. It's sounded quite fun, from the various recorded sessions I've been listening to (Crazy powers, strange scenarios, and lots of good comedic potential. Alright AER, I'll look forward to your posts, then. ^^ Oh Munich and Kiera! I forgot to mention both of your characters have the teamwork benefit "Friendly Fire Evasion" as long as you each have (at least) one rank in spell craft. If you don't let me know I can remove you from the roster. Team Leader: Lenore Members: Eighth, Jeri on, Cloth, Mara, The War mage*, R'lye, Bad-Sagoth, Benefit: We all have evasion in regard to spells cast by each other. Well my Daemon has spell craft ranks, so no problem there :)I'm still tinkering with my character build a bit, so once it's done I'll put up an IC post. So Munich and Pale, you don't have to wait on me to continue IC, I'll let my character join once I'm done) Mara's pretty much fully-trained in Spell craft, so she can join in on that benefit, too. ^^ ZAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAEEEEEEEEEEEEEEERRRRRRRRRR WE MISS YOU! I am posting asap once I have done cooking and eating here. My parents left only pasta to cook so have to go creative with it, so I can down it without ketchup :P. Quote from: AER Dark wail on 10-05-2013, 19:04:00I am I posting asap once I have done cooking and eating here. My parents left only pasta to cook so have to go creative with it, so I can down it without ketchup :P. Another reason I need to learn to teleport IRL. That just makes me sad I suddenly want to feed you!

The Crown Wars_ OOC Thread|rating:2.0

Be Careful What You're Wished Into... (Top Cat & magikal)

Katie "Kat" Simmons was a treasure hunter. At least, that's how she thought of herself. She liked to comb second-hand shops, pawn shops, and swap meets for special items, things where the seller had no idea what they had, and were vastly underpricing it. She wasn't getting rich off it, but it was more than enough to support her, and besides, it wasn't really about the money- it was about the thrill of finding something that nobody else realized was worth something. Today, she was browsing through a junk shop. A literal junk shop - the shop had piles of debris covering every counter, every shelf, every open space, and it threatened to spill into the aisles. It was hard to even appraise items, with so much obvious garbage in the way. Rusted radiators. Broken toys. A completely grimy oil lamp of Persian design... Wait a minute... Kat spent her days working as an administrative assistant, the friendly voice at the end of the phone. She had been handling Mr. Randall for years and although sometimes his talk, gestures, and even hugs were inappropriate and unwelcome, she quickly reminded him about the rules and regulations. She lived for the weekends, for escaping the office. As she waded through the stacks of refuse, something sparkly caught her eye. Her pulse raced as she walked closer to it, crouching down. She noticed the etched patina showing through the grimy oils, after years of use no doubt. She picked up the lamp and got a better look at it. It felt heavy in her hands, and although in a state of disuse, Kat was certain with a bit of TLC she could make the lamp sparkle again. In the consignment store, everything was negotiable. There was a $20 price on the lamp, but she knew she could get them down to 10, or even 7.50. She knew she had to prove disinterested to get the best price. She walked to the cashier, "I saw this broken up, piece of junk and. There must be some mistake. This isn't even worth 5 dollars. I'll take it off your hands for five dollars." She set down a crisp 5 dollar bill and nodded, turning and ready to exit the shop, but waiting for a response for leaving. The cashier waves it off. "G'wan, Gouda here. Shop's closing, anyway. Who care about a lousy teapot, anyway." Kat nods and clutches the grimy teapot to her chest, "Thanks. Have a great night!" She bounds out of the store, wondering how nice the pot will look once it's cleaned up. She returned to her car, a 7-year-old Honda, she put the lamp on the front seat. Furthermore, she glanced at the back of her car, she had 6 finds from the last few days, a few vintage toys, an old golden age comic book, and a rare baseball card from the 1960s. Kat heads into her small one-bedroom apartment and sets the treasures out on the table. She immediately fired up her laptop and started doing research on the items in order she found them today. After two hours she decided to clean up the lamp and see if she could make it sparkle. She starts with the polish on an old cloth, putting some non-abrasive cleaner on the rag and rubbing the lamp, starting from the grimiest area and working on polishing it clean. The base of the lamp is clearly the grimiest; it had to have been laying upright in some mud, or something. She gets to work on cleaning it; within a few hours, she thinks she's got most of it clean. She happens to be supporting it by the base, and rubbing the spout, when something happens... She finds that she's suddenly cupping the balls, and stroking the cock, of a rather imposing, even sinister, looking man. Who doesn't seem to be wearing much of anything at all? He rumbles a deep, satisfied chuckle, and says, "It's been far too long. Keep stroking, little one." He has raven-black hair, tied back in a high ponytail, deep blue eyes, and a well-maintained beard and mustache. His physique is that of a regular gym-attendee - strong, contoured muscles without being grotesque. She gasps and jumps back, "What. What the hell is going on here?" She glances at her hands and can't believe what her hands were just holding. She runs to get her purse and the pepper spray on the end of her keys." Where. Did you come from. How. How did you just appear. This is crazy! This is. Is this a dream?" She pinches herself on her hand and finds it feels incredibly real. "How. How is this possible. I'm not dreaming. This is the real world?" She brushes her hair out of her eyes, confused and not sure what's going on. When she turns back to the stranger, he is gone, and the lamp is sitting on the table where she had been sitting. There is no trace of the man at all. Kat walks closer to the lamp again and looks at it, without touching it. She stands above it and looks down, listening if there is any strange noise coming from it. She even turns off the lights and sees if it glows. She pinches herself again and indeed, it feels like the real world. Furthermore, she slowly takes her left hand and lightly rubs the base of the lamp, half expecting the strange man to appear again. Furthermore, she winces and applies a bit of polish to the lamp, hoping for the best but expecting the worst. As she starts applying polish to the lamp, she feels the sensation of a hand massaging her breast. A heartbeat more, and she feels a warm presence pressing up against her from behind, his erection between her legs a very vivid feeling... and a sudden realization that sometime within the past 5 seconds, her pants have vanished. She gasps as the hand fondles her breast, then groans as an erection presses near her thigh. She keeps her hands on the lamp, "What. Where are you from. You're. Explain it to me. I'm going to pull my hand off in 10 seconds." Her breathing is quickening, her pulse racing. He rumbles, "Then I guess I'd better make you come in eight." Her clothes seem to be no obstacle whatsoever. She's not sure exactly how, but he enters her smoothly, with a natural lubrication that isn't her own. She gasps, "Oh fuck. How. Is that possible? What. What is happening?" She feels him enter her, and she softly whimpers, wondering how he's going to make her come in 10 seconds or less. She didn't even think that was possible, of course, neither was appearing out of thin air. She started to remove her fingers, one by one, ten seconds still probably passed. Furthermore, she braced herself for the upcoming sensations, something very strange was going on here. More than ten seconds pass. She drops the lamp. He doesn't vanish... instead, he chuckles and steps up the pace. "You didn't really think that was going to work, did you? You had already summoned me." She groans, turning to see the creature better and try to pull herself off of him, he holds her tight, however. Her hands are off of the lamp, "That's. Not fair. Ohhhh fuck. What. The hell." She felt herself tense up as the genie continued pumping into her. She closed her eyes and reached out to brace herself. Furthermore, she felt the genie slide into her with ease, filling her completely as he pumps." I. This. What. Is going... on?" she asks as she's panting. She reaches down to see if she's still wearing pants and panties, wondering how this happening. She's both confused and aroused from the sensations. By this point, all of her clothes have vanished. The dark-haired man took hold of her elbows, using them for leverage in riding her. "How many times do you think I can make you come before I do, little one?" he teased. "I'm betting five or six, perhaps." She struggled against him, she did her best to close her legs, tightening up her womanhood, "What. Who are you? What are you doing here!" She closed her eyes, the sensations felt so wonderful. Kat couldn't remember the last time sex felt so good, although this situation was maddening. She felt soft whimpers and growls escaping her throat. "What. oh, fuck. Gives you. The right... to fuck me?" She was angry but also extremely aroused. The peaks on her chest were filled, her little nipples jutting off her small breasts proudly. He laughs, loudly and deeply. "Why, you summoned me. I am your personal jinn, reluctant granter of wishes and enslaver of weak masters. You may call me Enough. That mean sever-lasting, in your language." He leans down over her, and whispers in her ear, "They don't call me that because I'm immortal." She moaned as he continued pumping into her, he seemed to be hitting all the perfect spots. She continued bracing herself, closing her eyes, the feelings were truly wondrous." Ohh. This. Ohhhh. Feels... so good... Enough. Even. oh, fuck. Fuck. FUCK!" She closed her eyes and tensed up, shuddering. "Granter. Of wishes? Is. Oh. I could really use a wish or ten..." She continued waiting, holding still as best she could, but enjoying the sensations as Enough worked her over with the practice and skill of a magical being. She felt a hand stroking her hair... in addition to the hands holding her elbows. "I'll give you as many wishes as you want... provided you give me the energy to power them." He added some extra rough thrusts to give an indication of what kind of "power" he was referring to. "But know this: Your wishes are limited to affecting you and you alone. You cannot harm someone else directly with my magic." He leaned down over her back again, and whispered, "And the more wishes you use, the more I will come to own you." She groaned as he continued moving vigorously against her, pushing her higher than she had ever been pushed before. "Ohhhh. Ahhh. Ahhh... AHHHH!" She closed her eyes, she wondered how long he could go for. She couldn't think about anything else, right when another thought was percolating in her mind, his hips grinding into her and his length plunging deep inside of her moved her right back to the intense coupling. Her body moved, bounced, and jiggled with each thrust. She wasn't used to it, and it was much more pleasurable than the last time she had made love to her ex-boyfriend. She wondered exactly how she ended up like this." I. What's. Going on. Why does this. Feel so good. You. Feel so good inside of me Enough!" Enough purred his pleasure at her reactions. "Good, little one. Tell me how much you love it. You will serve me well." Once again, he leaned down to whisper in her ear, "Start calling me Master Enough now, so you won't have such a hard time with it after I break you." She gritted her teeth and resisted him, turning, twisting, and pushing against him with her legs. "Bullying me is not ok!" She pushed her legs together, twisting and turning, kicking at him, doing anything she could to interrupt the formerly perfect lovemaking by the jinn." I demand you stop this right now!" she said with as much force as she could, even though she felt nervous and terrified inside. Suddenly, she was no longer being fucked by Enough like a bitch in heat." As you command, mistress," he replied from across the room, kneeling on a bare patch of carpet. His glower could curdle milk, but he had obeyed. "You said my wishes can only effect me. What are the limitations in a wish. Could I live 100. 200 years?" She thought for a second, "What are some of the best wishes you heard and granted. And what are some of the worst?" Enough raised a finely-crafted eyebrow. "You are more inquisitive than most of my past masters. Yes, you could live many times longer than your peers, if you so chose. And the best and worst wishes were often very similar in substance, but very different in precise wording. Longevity is useless, for example, if you are stuck in a small prison cell for the entirety of your expanded life." He takes a breath, and adds, "However... the best of wishes are often the simplest. Those tho seek to cross out every potential negative outcome always seem to find one that is worse than what they anticipated. And while even the best have drawbacks... they are not always so unpleasant." He lifts his chin proudly. She thought for a second, "Ok. And, if I said I wanted to win the lottery next Saturday. That, isn't allowed because technically it's not effecting me?" She looked lost in thought, brushing her hair back. "I wish. That I had the body of a. 18-year-old supermodel cover girl. As beautiful as her, both above average height and curves, breathtakingly, ravishingly beautiful. But with my mind. Memories. And everything that makes me mentally remaining the same." She took the most recent issue of Sports Illustrated, showing some supermodel on the cover. Kat wondered what she'd look like after Enough worked his magic on her, or even if it would be painful. She hoped it wouldn't be. Enough stood up, and slowly walked toward her. "Do you wish to look as she does, or do you wish to look as a more finely sculpted version of your own beauty?" He stopped a mere inch away from her, his posture challenging. "You know the price for this wish, yes? To continue what you interrupted?" "A more finely sculpted version of myself. With curves in all the right places. And a metabolism to match. Like myself but just the best version of myself. She's. Not a porn star. A worker for sex if that's what you're thinking. She's a beauty model. Who's paid tons of money for looking beautiful. She, has an exercise and diet regiment to stay in very good shape." She wrinkles her nose, "I see. For how long. You yourself told me you were eternal. That, can we come to some sort of agreement?" He chuckled. "You are indeed wiser than most. The energy for your wish would be... three of your orgasms. And one of mine. And now... I am compelled to tell you that if I plant my seed in you, we will be irrevocably tied together. You need not fear pregnancy - we are not compatible in that sense. But you will be tied to me, and I to you." His breath was hot against her cheek." And to clarify - you wish to have a body and face as beautiful to men as she has, and to maintain such a form effortlessly. Is that correct?" She nods slowly, thinking for a second, "I have a few condoms in my bathroom for emergencies, Enough. If. You don't wish to be tied to me." Her eyes went wide for a moment when he talked about sexual power of the transformation. She blushed and was a bit nervous, biting her lower lip and twisting a stray strand of hair in her finger." Uhm." She went to her kitchen, realizing she wasn't wearing any clothes and poured herself a shot. She knew the ends justified the means, but still this was a stranger to her, who was incredibly powerful and complicated, he was certainly the wrong person to trifle with. Furthermore, she thought about it, was she making a mistake? She thought for a second, "Can the three orgasms. From me. Come from a vibrator I have. Hidden in my nightstand?" she asked with a smile. She sighed, this proposed body could change her life forever, she decided to just let it happen." Ok... 3 orgasms from me and 1 from you. You'll need to assist the one to you if it's taking an unreasonable time. Like, uhm, say 10 or 15 minutes." Oh my god, did I just agree to have intercourse with a magical genie? I felt myself swallowing hard Enough's expression was hard to read. "I can wear a condom if you wish, mistress. And I can be quick about things, if you so command. But... what is a vibrator? The name offers a suggestion of what it does, but I still do not understand." She flashed a smile, "It sounded like you were warning me about being tied to you." She headed to retrieve a condom and vibrator, which she had hidden in a small silk drawstring bag, next to her nightstand. Furthermore, she took out the condom, "Here. Let me get this on you." She offered to Enough, while she removed the vibrator and showed it to him. "This. Mankind has spent a lot of time making buildings. And spaceships. But, sometimes making new ways to keep us. Busy when our boyfriends aren't around. And that's not to mention the pills that are like potions. Changing our shape by making parts of us larger or smaller. And keeping us horny and wet all the time. " She showed how she clicked the back, and with each click it got stronger. Kat thought for a second, "Do you enjoy having sex. And, teasing your partners. Or pushing your partners to new vistas of exploration? Why. You like to enslave the holders of the lamp because it. Because you can?" Enough marveled at the condom. "It is so thin. Almost like wearing nothing at all, compared to a sheepskin condom." When she demonstrates the vibrator, his eyebrows go up, and his eyes get a bit wide. "That is... intriguing. I must think about that for a bit. And you find this rumbling pleasurable?" When she asks about why he does what he does, he rumbles, "It is in my nature. Conquer or be conquered. But... there is a certain enjoyment in taking someone to unearthly heights of pleasure, in and of itself." After a moment, his face snaps back to his stern, aggressive look. "Do not think that this means that I won't be attempting to break you, and make you mine." She slipped the condom on his already hard cock, "This isn't a manipulation. It's called getting to know the person who wants to get in your skirt." She flashes a smile, "It can be pleasurable if it's in the right place." Kat leads him to the bedroom, "Ok. let's get those orgasms now to complete the first wish... is a half hour enough time for everything?" She starts by turning on the vibrator and showing the jinn where she likes it, which is pressed against the top of her womanhood, right where she presumes her clitoris is. Within a minute, she is gasping and whimpering, about ready to cross the threshold into her first orgasm. Before she can get there, the vibrator in her hand takes on a different feeling - warm, fleshy. Still vibrating, though." You're right," he says from right up against her, "this is an intriguing and pleasurable sensation." She can feel the condom around his cock as it presses up against her pussy, teasing her labia and clitoris with intense vibrations. She gasps when she feels the jinni press against her entrance, moaning softly from the pleasurable sensations. Furthermore, she's holding the vibrating dildo in one hand, but then moves to brace herself with the other, spreading her legs for a bit more balance. Furthermore, she holds the dildo against the top of her womanhood, her moans getting louder as the jinn starts to move around at all." Ohhhh. Mummy. Just, 30 minutes. Or less. You have to promise." she says, even after she feels the jinn start to pick up the pace a little bit. "I don't have to promise anything. I am bound to you; you wish it to end in 30 minutes, it will end in 30 minutes. Or less." His vibrating cock, matching the toy, starts plumbing her depths, exploring her almost as fully has he did the first time. She starts groaning from the sensations, holding the dildo still tightly against her body even as the jinni continues thrusting in and out of her. "Ohh fuck. Ohhh. Faster... faster. Harder. Ohhh... ohh. Fuck... fuck.... FUCK!!!" She tries to collect her breath, "I. Oh. Fuck me. Into the beautiful... woman I know I am!" Enough stopped talking, and started fucking. Between his vibrator cock, and his new intensity, this feltnothinglike his earlier ravishing. It almost seemed like he wanted to rush it. Kat braces herself, moaning loudly as Enough pistons into her. "Oh. Change me. Change me... change me!" she chanted, half believing him and half thinking this was all some sort of strange dream. She closed her eyes tightly, letting the sensations wash over her. She gripped her hands tightly on blankets, her moaning becoming louder. Enough truly wasn't trying to make it last; he powered her through her three orgasms in under five minutes. It took another three to achieve his own, which was an unbelievable experience for Kat. People talk about getting hot during intercourse, but Enough genuinely got hot (not quite uncomfortably hot, but close) when he was close to coming. Finally, it was done. "Your wish is granted, my master," he declared. Kat hadn't felt anything...until Enough stroked her arm, which had the same intensity of sensation as someone running a finger across her nipple. Kat tried to catch her breath, as the wondrous sensations washed over her. She smiled weakly, then moved to stand up. She wondered if she had been changed at all, she didn't feel any different. That changed when Enough touched her. She gasped, "What. How. Everything. Feels so intense Enough. I just. Wanted to look better. Not be. Sensitized like crazy." She reached towards her own nipples and rubbed them, running her finger along the bottom edge, wondering if her arm felt like a nipple, what her nipple would feel like. "You said that you wanted to be more attractive - you are. In addition to the appearance changes you requested, you are also more sensitive." He chuckled. "Most men would find the idea of a woman who was aroused from a mere hand-stroke down her arm to be VERY attractive." As she touched her nipple, she felt a jolt run through her. It was almost like someone poking at her clitoris. Not quite as sensitive, but getting there. She gasped when she touched her own nipple, deciding to have one hand snake into her womanhood and rub herself over. Kat walked to her mirrored closet and looked at it, wondering if she indeed was different, as she felt very similar to before, except much more sensitive." I. My skin is tingling all over right now. How am I going to wear clothes if they are not comfortable... because I'm so sensitive, I mean." She waited to hear his explanation before wishing for something new. She knew she'd have to be specific now." Am. How beautiful am I on a scale of 1 to 10?" "You'll get accustomed to the sensation, relatively quickly," Enough explained. "After the newness of it settles in, it'll only be new touches, like someone else touching you or you're deliberately touching yourself, that you'll be particularly sensitive to. Oh, and your pussy and clit are unmodified... for now."" On a scale of One to Ten? That would depend on the viewer. No less than a six unless they had some specific issue with some part of your appearance. Most would view you as an eight, a select few might view you as a nine or ten." He leered at her. "Shall I give my master massage, now?" "Enough. This, woman was on Sports illustrated cover. You told me I'd. Have her curves but, still have my face and features. What. Can you show me what I'd look like it, I was a ten, Enough?" She wondered how he was going to show her, but knew he could do wondrous things to her body. She glanced down at her womanhood, "What sorts of things can you do to me. How would you want to modify my body, Enough?" Enough wagged a finger. "No women are Tens to any significant percentage of the population. This woman here," he gestured to the magazine, "many would rate her at an eight or nine, because they don't appreciate the same features that those who call her a ten do. For most people, you are on a par with her, now." When she asked about how he'd want to modify her, he grinned devilishly, and said, "In ways that would make it easier to conquer you, of course. Giving you more endurance, the ability to sustain more and longer orgasms, for a start." She thought about it for a second, "Can you. Make the numbers I pick win the lottery?" Kat wasn't sure what the limitations were of the genie, "when you say affect me. What exactly do you mean? Can you give me an example?" "No, I cannot make you win the lottery," he explains, "as that would involve other people - if you were to win it by magic, you are, by definition, moving it away from someone else who would have won it." He continues, "As for not affecting others - the easiest way to think of it is that you cannot wish for things that woulddirectlyaffect other people - you could not wish to take money away from someone else, or give it to someone else. You could wish for money for yourself, and then give it to another, if you so desired. One wish I've heard of, and similar to your own first wish, is to take someone else's beauty away from them, and give it to the wisher. I could not do that." He grins. "Or to put it another way... the wishes must be self-centered, and usually a bit greedy." She smiled, "Ok, I wish that the orgasmic energy I released was increased by 25%. And I could get that same amount of pleasure and orgasmic releases 25% sooner. And I wish that my body gave off sex pheromones which smelled like an amazing perfume. And, would make anyone that I was really attractive. Pay special attention because of the chemicals in the air that my body gives off." She thought for a minute, carefully wording her next wish. "After that. That 5 million dollars were transferred into my account tomorrow at 9am. And, I wish that I physically without any mental or behavior changes at all, and only physically, was altered to become whomever I told I loved. My body would transform into my lover's perfect physical specimen. How many orgasms is that going to cost me?" Enough looked a bit confused at the string of wishes all being laid out one after the other. "Let's take them one at a time, shall we?" he said in a condescending tone. "Especially since your first two directly affect your payment for the rest, right?" He ticked off the first two things she said. "You give off 25% more energy for me when you come, you come 25% faster, but with the same pleasure and sensation. Right? That would be two orgasms." She gasps and nods slowly. This was one crazy day, paying for things in orgasms. A few days ago, heck, a few hours ago she wouldn't of thought this even possible. Now, it not only was possible but was starring back at her, brand new, incredibly beautiful face. Kat thought for a second, "What if you were hornier. Is the. Power is released by the orgasms of either of us. Or only mine?" She wondered if Enough could or would alter himself, she had a feeling such things were possible, especially when so many domains were under his control. Enough stroked a hand down her jaw. "I am always ready, mistress. You cannot make me hornier - that would be attempting the impossible." His hand drifted down her chin, between her breasts. "But you're asking something a little deeper, I think. You want to know if you can change me, do you not? I have the power to change myself, and as my Mistress, you can command and direct such changes. With the right wish... I could be putty for your hands to sculpt." He took hold of one of her wrists, and placed her hand on his erect cock." Is that what you desire?" he purred. "Enough. I wish for your orgasms to increase by 25% in intensity and a 25% increase in the speed with which you can achieve them." She glances down at his large cock. She wondered if she should wish he was a little smaller, or for her own womanhood to be able to accommodate different cocks easier. Enough smiled. "That would be another two orgasms, bringing the current total to four." He started moving her wrist, so that her hand was stroking him. She smiles and nods, "Ok. 4. Is that for me. Or you?" She starts stroking him harder, feeling her own body tingle in response. She offers up her chest so he can titty fuck her, her mouth sucking the tip of his manhood with each thrust. Furthermore, she was excited by their agreements, "I wish that. With each cum of yours in my mouth.the wishes occur over the next hour." She starts sucking on him feverishly, surely showing she wishes him to come often and quickly. "Four in total, from either," Enough rumbled. "Only some more demanding wishes require a set amount from one or the other of us, specifically." He ran a finger up the front of her throat, and she felt something change. He took hold of her head with both hands, controlling her completely, and slowly and deliberately drove his oversized cock into her mouth, all the way down his shaft. And it didn't trigger any gag reflex, or even feel uncomfortable. She continued sucking on him, holding still as he pushed his cock down her throat. She blinked several times and made sure she was breathing through her mouth. Furthermore, she couldn't believe with how deep inside of her he was, she looked down, holding still, waiting for him to shoot his cum into her mouth. Furthermore, she reached out and massaged his balls, while bracing herself still. Enough started a slow thrust. "Tighten up your throat - you can do that now, with more control than you had before." Once she'd done that, he sighed a pleased moan. "Yes, that's the way a good slave serves her master." His eyes twinkled, and he started fucking her mouth and throat vigorously. It only took a few seconds at that pace before he came, filling the condom's reservoir. Once he finished coming, he flicked the condom away magically, and said, "Now, your turn, mistress." He disappeared into a flash of sparkles, which trailed down to her pussy. As they reached her pussy, she started feeling like she was being filled up with a larger cock than even Enough's normal form. And a moment later, she started feeling vigorous thrusting... from the inside. Kat tightened her throat and just as she did, she felt him tighten and blast a load into the condom. She groaned, startled and surprised, but that was nothing to Enough starting to fuck her from the inside. She wiggled her hips as the sensations increased, reaching out to brace herself. "Oh... fuck. Fuck. You're too big... Don't. Hurt me!" She reached out to brace herself, as she felt like she was being piled rived. She could barely think, the sensations were overwhelming. Furthermore, she was whimpering and moaning, her eyes closed, practically crying from the overwhelmingly pleasurable sensations. Her new breasts were wildly bouncing, she noticed her large, hard nipples as her chest continued wiggling and jostling from the massive thrusts from the magical being. She felt his voice, thrumming from inside. "I wouldn't want to damage my favorite new toy, would I? You might be a bit uncomfortably full, but you'll be fine." He kept up the high-pressure fucking from inside. She moaned and whimpered from the overwhelming sensations. She wasn't able to think at all, a tingling started from her womanhood and worked its way outward. Within a minute, she started shuddering and trembling, orgasm after orgasm crashing over her. She tensed up, her body battering through the largest orgasm of her life. Her teeth were gritted, sweat was dripping off of her large summaries, and yet still Enough continued making passionate love. Kat tensed up and closed her eyes, her moans becoming louder and more desperate. With the requisite payment of four orgasms taken care of, Kat's body started slowly changing as she requested. Enough kept going, and started being a little rougher. "Call me master," he teased. "Make a wish, to be my pet, my slave, my plaything." His words vibrated through her entire body. "And I will most happily grant it." She groaned, "I wish. That my natural scent. Had pheromones in them. That sexually attracted males that I were interested in. Acting as an aphrodisiac. And, men want to. Have sex with me. Keep me safe. Buy things for me. And keep me sexually satisfied." Kat giggled when he made his suggestion, "Let's. Work on one thing at a time. The pheromones next. " He snorted at the pheromone question. "As you wish... but that will cost three more orgasms. Are you certain that you're up to that? Most women would be a helpless puddle by now." He didn't stop fucking her, his deep, powerful thrusts maintaining their rhythm. Kat is groaning still, her breasts bouncing from each thrust. She's going numb and crazy from the sensations. She grits her teeth, closing her eyes, "Ok. After. This wish I. Just made. That's. The last one. For tonight. I need to. Oooohhh fuck." She lets the overwhelming sensations wash over her, driving her well past the peak of an orgasm. She tries to catch her breath, barely able to think.' Ohhhhh... fuck... speed up... speed up!" She feels her body shaking and shuddering. Her eyes start tearing up from the sensations, her breasts continue bouncing wildly with each mega thrust. Enough rumbled, "As you wish," and started hammering her pussy with jackhammer force. The thrusts, going from the inside outward, didn't have quite the same bruising force that they would with a conventional fuck, but it was still incredibly rough, likely far more than anything Kat had ever experienced before. Kat thought she was going to pass out, her entire body was shaking and shuddering as Enough hit every spot perfect. She collapsed to the ground, rolling into a ball, as yet another spasm wracked her body. It felt like ten orgasms had crashed on top of her, she closed her eyes tightly, trying to hold it together, even as Enough was pushing her over the edge again and again." That. Must... be enough... orgasms..... Anon..... sh..." she hissed. Her body felt like she had just been fucked by a football field. She waited until the sensations came to an end, then opened her eyes, looking around, slowly moving to her feet. Her entire body was sore all over." Did. You do. The pheromones yet?" She wondered if Enough had or how she could test them." I. Need time to think. And plan out what I'm going to do next." As she said the word, enough, Enough's violent pounding ceased. A trickle of gray sparkles trailed out from between her legs, feeling for all the world like someone drawing a silk scarf out of her pussy. Anoush shook his head at the question. "You indicated that you wanted the wishes fulfilled over time, and the previous changes are still taking effect slowly. The pheromone changes will be completed in... approximately three hours." He knelt and waited for her instructions, knowing that a lack of instruction, before too long, would amount to freedom to act on his own. Kat moves to stand up, blinking a few times and looking around. She stretched, trying to get the circulation going back in her body again. "Enough. I appreciate what you've done. The changes you've made to me. But, need some time to think. So, please give me 12 hours to think about things. Stay out of trouble and don't leave me. I will use the lamp again tomorrow to call you." She looked at herself in the mirror, no way would anyone recognize her at all. She checked her driver's license to see if she had her new face or her old face. Furthermore, she wondered if she could make a wish to the effect of, "I wish I had this amazing body I possess now since I had finished going through puberty as a young woman." She wrote it down into a notebook. Furthermore, she brushed her hair back out of her eyes, she literally could make her dreams come true now, as long as she only altered herself. Furthermore, she wrote down a few other things on her notebook.- same body since puberty-had 5 million added to her checking account-be able to alter her own appearance for someone she said 'I loved'- add other abilities-understand and talk in 5 most common languages? Enough bowed. "Stay out of trouble, and don't leave you. As you wish, mistress." Anoush swirled into a ball of reddish sparkles, and channeled down into Kat's clitoris, making it feel warm and alive. He was going to stay close to Kat. Very close. Nobody said that he had to stay in the same vessel... Kat gasped when she saw him transform into mist and fly inside of her. She waited a few seconds, seeing if he was going to be constantly arousing her or not. For the first few minutes he did not, so she got her wits together enough to write down several things in her journal. She took a fast shower, knowing Enough would have fun with her, then called in to her job, quitting on the spot, "I've decided to change my career path and I resign, effective immediately. Take care Mr Billion." She wrote down:Find out more about him- and if there are any others like him, how they came to be, where they are from. Kat strangely enough got a call from her on again, off again boyfriend John, but she let it go to voicemail. Can I save up the energy from orgasmic release, like a battery? Does it have to be mine? She wondered if she could pay someone to have sex and then steal their energy-she wasn't sure that would be allowed, it might be breaking the rules. Kat looked at herself in the mirror, she loved her new body. She wanted to make some improvements though, she just needed to figure out what they were. She drifted off to sleep, thinking about Enough and all the lovemaking they had already done today. Enough bid his time, relaxing in his new home. And it would be his home for some time to come, now (no pun intended - well, okay, it was intended). By inhabiting Kat's clitoris, he had moved all the magic of the lamp into her clit - the lamp was now just a valuable antique, and nothing more. Kat's clitoris was the conduit to his power... and if someone else rubbed it, they would become his new master. For however long that lasted, since they couldn't exactly take it off her. Anoush grinned an insubstantial smile. He didn't think she'd last long before she gave herself to him, just like all the others. Kat didn't know exactly what happened when he disappeared and seemed to go inside of her body. Her womanhood did feel warm and tingly, but that could be all the sex she was having. She woke up, went about her normal routine, had breakfast, decided to go out clothing shopping for her new body, and after back home in the afternoon. It had been twelve hours and Enough had not returned. She grabbed the lantern and started rubbing it. She wondered if when she said never leave me, he actually somehow bonded with her." Anoush? Where have you gone. Please return this instant." She reached her fingers inside herself and started rubbing, gasping and moaning softly, hoping Enough would hear her pleasurable sounds and return. She tensed up as she felt herself get slammed by a powerful orgasm. Enough heard her pleas, but was unable to obey her command to show himself. Once within his home, his prison, he was only able to emerge by someone's hands rubbing his home. Which, at this time, was Kat's clitoris. He had spent the last few hours observing Kat's memories like a movie, learning as much about this modern world as possible. He was quite eager to get back out there and resume his efforts of taming a new Master, turning her from Master to Slave, as he had done so many times before. She did not hit her clit when she was rubbing herself, so Enough was not summoned. She wondered what happened to him as he didn't show up after 24 hours had passed. Furthermore, she couldn't believe what was happening, she pinched herself to prove it was real, but there was no trace of the genie. On the third day of not finding him, she grabbed her own vibrating dildo and was trying to orgasm herself off to sleep. As she started furiously rubbing, she hit her clit several times, causing Enough to reappear. She was shocked and immediately stopped pleasuring herself." Anoush! Where. What happened to you? Where did you go. I thought you disappeared from me forever!" She smirked, "I wish that. Any changes that I make to my body. That I have had that body since puberty ended for me in my late teens. That I developed this amazing body when I was going through puberty. And have had it for close to ten years. How much is that going to cost me?" Enough bowed deeply as he materialized, settling his cock firmly into Kat's pussy without the usual thrusting. "Your pardon, mistress, but I am unable to come out until you rub my prison... which, for now, is right here." He stroked her clitoris roughly. "It is one of my limitations." He gyrated his hips, moving his rod within her, without actually thrusting. He held his urges at bay while she dictated her wish, and slowly shook his head. "I am afraid that would take many orgasms - bending time is not as easy as other tasks. In addition, your wish, as worded, would likely create a paradox. If you had that body, you would most likely not have been in that junk shop on that day, and I would be taming some other master now." With his duties complete, he gestured, and filled Kat's mouth with a ball gag, anchored into her skin by her ears." Now be silent for a while, so that I may continue showing you our rightful positions with respect to each other." He drew back and gave a punishingly fierce thrust, then settled into his more normal, but still mind-melting, fucking rhythm. He hoped that she wouldn't command him to stop - all it took was vocalizations of desires, not the actual words. But he was counting on her thinking that being gagged constituted being unable to speak, and therefore not trying at all. She reached to untie the ball gag, even as he increased his thrusting. She tried to tell him don't do that, frantically reaching to undo the gag, even as he was rocking her body with thrust after thrust. Furthermore, she couldn't believe that he would do this against her wishes, if it didn't feel so fantastically wonderful, she would be extremely pissed. Kat moved to brace herself, groaning from the sensations. She looked around for a pair of scissors, and knew she had one in the drawer in the kitchen. She lost track of time, but eventually, after thirty minutes she would beg him to step, to end their fucking. The sensations were overwhelming, she was hot and bothered. Her body was still tingling and she was extremely horny. As soon as she started crying and begging for him to stop, he immediately stopped mid-thrust, and pulled out of her. She was extremely livid and upset. Remove my gag immediately! She tried to yell "As you wish, Mistress," he said, withdrawing from her smoothly, the tip of his cock brushing up against her clit as he pulled out. When she (incoherently) demanded that the gag be removed, he snapped his fingers, and it was gone. She figured that out far too quickly for his liking. "Was there something that you desired, mistress?" he inquired sweetly. She looked at him, upset. "Do not do anything to me against my will, Enough. Making it so I can't talk and fucking me wild is exactly that. I have a feeling you don't even need orgasms at all to fulfill wishes. That you do that for fun." She brushed her hair back out of her eyes, thinking for a moment, "I wish that I had 10 million US dollars in my checking account within the next hour." She would be upset if he demanded any sexual favors from her, "I have two questions. Can you save up the sexual energy you need for the wishes. Like a battery from anyone in the nearby area. And, number two. Show me the most sexual woman within 2000 miles." Enough's eyes glittered dangerously as she made the imperious demands. "As you wish, mistress," He replied smooth, bowing deeply. In response to the questions, he answers, "No, mistress. The energy must come from you or me, not anyone else, and you cannot 'pre-pay.' And..." he waved a hand, "This is the most sexual woman within 2000 miles." He presented a hologram over his hand of a fairly plain-looking woman, who happened to be sleeping at that moment. She was snoring softly, and someone else's arm could be seen over her waist. After a moment, he added, "That wish will require two orgasms in payment." "What makes her the sexiest... how much sex does she have? That's. Part of the same wish, Enough. You just fucked me for almost an hour, there's certainly an orgasm or two from that." She frowned, it seemed to her that he was trying to take advantage of her. She thought for a moment then walked over to her closet, where she had a plug in massager. Furthermore, she looked at the massager then shrugged, "I'll get started on those orgasms you need Enough." Kat was still recovering from all of her sex the previous day, she was still sore and tender, but in better spirits because of her improved body. She sat down on the edge of the bed and turned on the massager, pushing it up until full blast. She stepped out of her panties, then held it against her hips on full blast. Furthermore, she watched Enough, not sure what effect masturbating in front of him would have. Enough walked over to stand over Kat, and moved a hand over her while she played with the massager. "Let me ease the pains, mistress," he murmured, and stroked a hand across her hips, left to right. Within moments, her soreness vanished, replaced with renewed energy. Once that was done, he stepped back a pace, holding his arms behind his back, and waited for her instructions. He didn't intend to make it easier for her, this time. She moved the massager away after she orgasmed, smiling and looking at Enough. "Uhm, are you just going to watch. You can participate too if you like. You never answered, what makes that woman the sexiest?" Kat grinned, "I need more experiences, Enough. Let's start with the 5 million dollars I want in my checking account I already wished for." She motioned for Enough to come and join her, "Just one more orgasm. For either of us. But not more than thirty minutes..." She held the massager out and stimulated herself if he did not approach her. Enough snorted. "You did not ask for the sexiest, you asked for the most sexual. That woman is a clinical nymphomaniac, although she does not know it. She has anywhere from 20 to 50 orgasms over the course of a day, with as many as 15 different partners. She has a hard time concentrating if she hasn't had sex within the past hour." He nodded at her gesture, and took the massager out of her hands. He knelt next to her, and slowly, teasingly started applying it to her clitoris and labia. "Yes, mistress." He started licking and sucking on her nipples, his attention for once on sexual contact other than a pounding hard fucking. Kat whimpered and moaned as he worked her over, "Mmmhmmm. That feels so good. Just like that." She found herself writhing and wiggling her hips, pushing towards the massager and then away. She wondered what it would be like to have that much sex, it certainly would be a problem unless she was some sort of porn star, and she seemed like just an ordinary woman. She closed her eyes, letting the waves of pleasure wash over her as Enough continued moving the massager around. "Your mouth feels very nice. Oh. How about. Fuck me. And hold that against me. At the same time." She was slowly being pushed towards the cliff of pleasure. Kat really did enjoy her time with Enough, she had never had a lover so focused on her before. She loved the attention to detail and the wonderful sensations he unleashed in her." I'd like. To have 5 million dollars transferred into my checking account.... and to have nymphomaniac tendencies with you. For exactly 48 hours... I'll use up all the energy with a lot of wishes." Enough purred, "As you wish, mistress." He moved around so that he could enter her, and started a strong, but considerate, pace - totally unlike his previous brutal pounding. He kept sucking on her nipples alternately, and held the vibrator against her clitoris for a minute, before asking, "Permission to do something to you, mistress?" "What. Would you like to do, Mr Enough?" She was closing her eyes and gasping from the sensations, which although started off slowly, were warming her from the insides. Her body was tingling from the vibration and the intercourse. Kat gasped as he worked over her chest, her hard nipples begging for more attention. Her gasps slowly changed to whimpers and moans as he worked her over. She moved against him, moving to counter his thrusts and movement, her mouth twisted into an O as she was enjoying every second of the very passionate lovemaking." Did you. Already make the changes in the wish I requested, Mr Enough. Either the money or the. Nympho changes?" She closed her eyes and wondered if she felt anything different from before. And they all lived happily ever after. Game is cancelled.

Be Careful What You're Wished Into... (Top Cat & magikal)|rating:3.0

Soul or Sight (Kalab & Fallen)

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And in a town like what she lived in. No one forgot who she came from and what she might be. Every night she did this ritual, and it didn’t work. There was only one other way. To Do what all of her training told her never to do. To get help from an outsider, be it another witch, demon or even the deadliest of them all a sorcerer. Abigail Solar sat in the white room it seemed too bright to her dimming eyes. She listened to the doctor as he told her that she would lose her eyesight before she turned thirty. Nothing he could do medically could fix her. That gave her five years max before her world would fade to the darkness that she had been dreading for months ever since the blurred vision and continued worsening until she only had fifty percent of her vision left. But in the back of her mind she knew she was not really blind. She could feel much more than see. She could hear her mother crying next to her. Reaching out her hand she held her mothers. "Mom, It's okay I am not afraid of losing my vision" She lied as the two of them took to the exit and to the car. Getting in the passenger seat she rolled down the window letting the crisp air blow her long dark hair out of her face. Her mind was panicking. What was she going to do with no vision. She had vision but not the type she wanted. She could see the unexpected, to see the future. But that was not going to help when she couldn’t see who she was meant to protect. She needed to figure out how she was going to fix this. And how she was going to keep her eyesight. What was the point of being a witch if you couldn’t fix your own eyesight. You may as well be just a mortal. Not that there were many people that had no magical talent whatsoever. “Mom don’t worry me having my own place is better for not only you and dad. But it's better for me. I need to learn to live with the fact that I will have no eyesight and that I will need to take care of myself and I can't live at home forever.” She said almost lying. She needed her own place so that she could try and get her eyesight back Putting the finishing touches on the small two-bedroom house she made her way to the get room, which she had turned into her alter room. Once she had things ready she needed to wait. The ritual was not working she had done it every night she had tried different spells, enchantments and Talismans. Nothing worked. She had always been told summoning a demon was not something to be taken lightly. That demons were not nice creatures, and they would do anything just to stay out of hell or to take you back down with them. Getting herself comfortable sat in the center of five black candles that sat at each point of the star painted on the hardwood floor of her house. Her long almost black hair was pulled up out of her face into a loose ponytail. Before she started she took a few hits off of a bowl filled with marijuana it calmed her nerves and made her feel closer to the earth mellow. Black magic was no joke. She knew that she could not do this alone. Even with her already vast powers she couldn't restore her own power. But she had herded a rumor about a sorcerer that was passing through town. But the rumor was that he was dangerous and only the brave and powerful interacted with him. Very few stood on his level. Getting ready she pulled on a pair of deep blue skinny jeans and a black long shirt that hugged in all the right places. Once all ready she made her way into town. Living somewhere your whole life was a blessing and a curse. Even if she did move to the outskirts of town. Making it to the little hole in the wall bar she liked to go to she started asking around, along if they had seen the great sorcerer Ryan. Asking the new bartender if he knew anything he snorted and laughed at her" girlie how about you keep that little white noise out of dark places" he told her. Shaking her head her eyes narrowed. Lifting a pair of sunglasses she wore at all times she likes at the man, Flames were leaping in the gray of her eyes. " I would be careful how you speak to people" she said as the glass of alcohol on his hand burst into flames. Turning around she bumped into a man who seemed like stone. She has never seen the man before, but she could feel the power enjoying from the man. It was almost suffocating. Her silvery eyes looked up finding the man's face. He looked like a drifter. But his power said otherwise. The world was not the same place that it once was. It had grown soft and weak in its dependence upon technology. Very few were left from the days of old. The mighty sorcerers of the past had long since battled amongst themselves unto near extinction. Some of them wanted power while others only craved recognition. Ryan craved neither but would accept both. Power her had in spades though his recognition had faded over the centuries, he was more than satisfied with his current lifestyle. He wanted only to be left to sate his own cravings which were of more of a diabolical nature. He could have achieved this within a magnificent temple or palace but Ryan preferred to be on the move in the real world. Furthermore, he did not want to live in some fantasy world within a palace hidden away from reality. Furthermore, he didn’t want a legion of servants at his beck and call. Furthermore, he enjoyed getting his hands dirty, or bloody, whichever the case may be. Ryan was one of the few of the older sorcerers that had survived and the only left from amongst the First. The world should be thankful that it was not amongst his cravings for if it was, he would own it, and it would be a much darker place, but weakness would be abolished. He would never have allowed the rise of technology, and he surely would not have allowed the joining of magic and technology. An abomination and a sacrilege to everything that he holds dear. Though despite his inner feelings, he had long since left the world to its own designs and now only tending to his own entertainment like now. There wasn’t much left of the woman to show that she had been human. She only lived now because he willed it. Death would only bring an end to her suffering, and he had not yet grown bored with her, but her end was near. They had been held up in this shack for nearly a week while he had entertained himself at her expense. The lack of food and water alone would have been enough to kill her without factoring in the loss of blood or limbs. He had seen the look that she now had in her eyes before. She had long since given up screaming. Pain had become normality for her. He was quickly losing interest. With no fear or pain, what was the use. At least he had satiated his sexual needs before he would allow her to die. Soft. Less than a week and she had already long since given up. Well lucky for him there were multitudes more at his disposal. Though the world and its inhabitants had grown weaker, they had also grown in numbers. Now they scurried about like ants on an ant hill and their ant hills had grown larger to accommodate the growing numbers. “Pathetic. All of you. Your kind are less than pathetic.” He turned away from her and walked out of the blood that covered his naked form. The blood hung in the air for a moment still in the shape of his body then dispersed in a cloud of crimson. Just as the blood vanished, so did the last spark of life in the girl. Her head slumped, and she exhaled for the last time. The urine that he had forced her bladder to hold for nearly a week now flowed from her and splattered into a puddle beneath her. His head turned towards his clothes and wide brim hat hanging on a nail protruding from the wall. In the next instant they vanished from their perch on the nail and appeared on his body. Now fully dressed, he exited the shack and walked away from it without looking back. As he exited the shack it was suddenly set ablaze burning away any indication that he had ever been there. Now that he was finished with the girl he found that he was a bit famished for he had not eaten in that week as well. He walked out of the forest and saw the lights of a city far away on the horizon. That meant food and more playmates. He started his trek in the direction of the distant glow. Ryan reached the heart of the city in a matter of hours. He could just have easily taken the form of some sort of dragon or Gryphon, or possibly just a sparrow and flown the distance in much less time. Even simpler, he could have just teleported himself there, but he was one that enjoyed the journey as much as arriving at the destination. He had gorged himself several times once entering the city and was now ready for a bit more fun. He spotted a place that would serve his needs just fine and entered to mix with the patrons within the establishment. Furthermore, he barely entered when he heard his name drift to him across the other noises that filled the room. The voice was feminine to be sure. He smiled thinking that he had found his next distraction and strolled in her direction. He was easily spotted standing at least a head taller than the crowd, yet nobody seemed to notice as he passed because this was his will. As he approached the exterior of the dense crowd, he spotted the origin of the voice that sought him. She was faced away from him leaning over the bar speaking to the bartender. His eyes fell to her ass and legs that had certainly been poured into the tight jeans she wore. Yes he had found his new playmate. She turned as he approached her, and he looked down on her very appealing features that accentuated the silvery orbs that stared back up at him. “Pay no attention to the ape behind the bar. He barely has the intellect to string words together much less understand magic at any level.” He removed his hat and held it to his chest as he held out his other hand. “If you seek Ryan then it is I whom you seek. I have not yet had the pleasure of your acquaintance. Shall I call you Flower or do you go by another name?” He could have easily probed her mind for her name just as he could have easily forced her mind to his will, but he enjoyed the chase much the same as he enjoyed the journey.​ Abigail gasped as the man spoke. She could feel the power radiating off the man. He was as powerful as all the rumors if not more so. He seemed to be a smooth talker. But she was brought up in a magical family. Being a dependent of Sarah Good. One of the most powerful witches during the Salem Witch trials. But there was a whole different level between witchcraft and sorcery. Taking in a deep breath and calming herself from the startle of bumping into the man she was looking for. "Abigail Solar." She said having pride in her name." I am the strongest witch living in the Good line. But being a witch there only so much magic I can use without being taught more" she started as she ordered a drink for herself and offered him one before finding them a table out of the direct line of others." Sorry for being so direct. But I honestly don't have a lot of time I could have days, months, maybe even a few years. But I will lose my eyesight. And to me my sight is very important." She started taking a long draw on her drink. She could taste the strong brew of whiskey that was in the glass running hot down her throat warming her insides." I have done my share of research, and in all of that looking I saw your name dating very far back. And it just so happened that I found out that you were coming through town." She said as she finished the glass too quickly. Lifting her head her eyes meeting. With his again she said bluntly" I want to make a deal with you" Ryan accepted the drink with a nod and sniffed before taking a small taste. There weren’t many poisons left that could affect him anymore, but it didn’t hurt to be safe. He remained silent while he let the girl talk. He could sense the desperation in her. This would certainly give him the edge in any negotiations that they may partake in. Magically, she was strong, he could sense it, and he sensed the truth in her words. He decided that he would hear her out. He followed her to a table that was a bit isolated from the others and in a darker area of the room. Furthermore, he sat across from her once she sat “And what exactly do you want from me Miss Solar and why would I give it to you if I could. I’m not in the business of charity and I don’t care one way or another about your fate. You mean nothing to me.” He didn’t mention nor did he reveal in his expression that he did find her to be a quite stunning woman. If she were negotiating with him then he wasn’t about to give her any leverage. Besides, if he did decide to strike a bargain with her, her body, mind and soul would belong to him until he saw fit to release her. He would take whatever he wanted from her as often as he wanted to.“A deal you say. A bargain between you and me. What would you possess that I would want that I couldn’t get from the bar wench for the price of a few coins. Certainly a much cheaper price that you would be offering were that your intended deal. Tell me then Miss Solar. What exactly do you have to deal with that I would want enough to restore your sight.” He took a long pull from his drink then placed it back down on the table. “Your time with me grows short as does my patience.” "Oh I understand why you feel that way. Because if the position was reversed I would feel the same." She stated knowing that she would feel the same as he did. She wasn't one to go out of her way to help anyone. It was fended for yourself in this world. Because it wasn't forgiving. Abigail grinned knowing she had something that most didn't have. She held it dear and close to her for this moment. "Well what I have is something most can't offer." She said looking at him from over her glass before taking another sip of her drink. Taking a long draw on the drink finishing it. The drink warmed her to her toes gave her the courage she seemed to be lacking for some reason. Setting the glass down she leaned back in her chair. Was she ready to hand over her ace that any magical creature would kill for?" I not only have the strongest witch blood coursing through my veins, but what I also have is virgin blood. Magical Virgin blood. Which I am prepared to offer to you. We can come to an amount which we can decide now or later. But it will be due to you" She said to him as she pushed a strand of dark hair out of her silver eyes. He kept his voice low as well as keeping both their voices incoherent to those around them by enveloping them within a veil of secrecy. It was a common enough spell and easily pierced though anyone that did so would reveal themselves to him. The chances of their survival would be nonexistent. Now that she had blurted out virgin blood, he was happy that he had done so. “Virgin blood you say? Yes that would be a very powerful commodity. If I decided to barter for your virgin blood, whose authenticity is still in question, I may want more than you have to offer in one bleeding. Your sight would mean little to you if you're dead. Wouldn't you agree? How do you purpose we work around that little conundrum?” Xyan could sense a gentle teasing of the veil that enveloped them. It seemed as though someone was a little more curious than cautious. They prodded softly trying to hide their identity and their intentions. They either didn't know him, which was unlikely, or they're working for one of his many rivals. These young magic users always constantly sought to steal his power for themselves rather than earn it. “We still have much to discuss but if you'll excuse me for just a moment. I shan't be long.” Ryan rose and looked directly at the young wizard who was attempting to eavesdrop. When the young wizard noticed that he had exposed himself, he left his chair and quickly tried to exit the pub. He could have just as easily killed the young wizard in silence, but he must set an example from time to time. “Leaving so soon? Come, let us have a word.” Ryan held out his hand and the young wizard sailed across the pub drawn to it. The wizard came to a halt with his throat in Ryan’s outstretched hand. “A curious little rat, aren't you? Go ahead. Ask. What is it you want to know that is worth your life?” Xyan stood at least a head taller than the trembling young man but easily lifted him with a single arm until their eyes were level. “Please sir. I don't want to die. I am but a lowly servant not even worth your time or notice.”“You are quite correct but since I have already noticed you…” The young man's eyes rolled back as all of his organs ceased working. His body tensed then fell limp and then fell in a pile on the floor when Ryan released him. He returned to the table with the young woman and sat down to continue the conversation as if nothing had happened. “Now where were we? Ah yes, virgin blood traded for sight. I will accept your blood as partial payment if it proves to be genuine. You will have to travel with me a while so that I may ponder the remainder of your payment. I will return your sight to you when I see fit, but you have my word that I will if you are truly a virgin. What say you? Are you willing to leave your home, possibly forever?” Abigail nodded she knew some type of agreement for her blood would have to be made, seeing as the human body held only so much and some spells or riyals could require quite a bit of virgin bloodshed watched as he stood saying he was going to be back momentarily. She gasped only seeing what her vision allowed her. Pulling a pair of black square glasses out she could see a bit better but not much. Glasses were only a template fix for a much bigger issue. Send watched as Ryan followed a younger man out the door. She could feel when Ryan put up the barrierrior and when the man tried to eavesdrop. With what they were talking about it wasn't good for someone to listen in. It could even cost her more than her sight. It would cost her life, especially when she was so powerful and the blood she possessed was almost liquid gold. Moving and adjusting herself in her char she moved her glasses to the top of her head as he came back in the door and sat he started speaking almost immediately, his words hitting her hard. This was a big decision. To move from her home to try and get her sight back. Was it really worth getting tangled up with this sorcerer? To her, yes it was." If I am to leave here with you so you can drain my blood multiple times I only ask one more thing in return, I wish to become stronger. Anything you can teach will be appreciated. I figure that's easy along the way" she said leaning toward on the table. If he was asking what he was of her she may as well make it worth it for herself." If you can agree then so can I" she said a smile spending her face. She wasn't stupid. Not by a long shot. The girl was bold to say the least, brazen even. He had already planned to teach her at least some defensive spells. He would teach her nothing at this point that he could not overcome effortlessly but traveling with him held dangers. She would need to be able to protect herself. He had no intentions of babysitting her indefinitely. “You ask much of someone who could simply take what they want from you.” He sat silent for a moment or so while his eyes glared into her as if holding her soul under scrutiny. Though he pretended to be pondering her latest request in the negotiation, he had already made up his mind. “As my apprentice you would be expected to serve me in every way. Though we need to keep your virginity intact, there are other ways for you to meet these obligations.” He was sure that he was clear enough in what he expected of her, even for a virgin, but he gave her several seconds to ponder his words before he continued. He stood and hung his small pack from his shoulder. “Our negotiations are concluded. I will be taking my leave now. If you follow me then I will assume that we have reached an agreement.” He nodded touching the brim of his hat with two fingers then turned and left the pub. He didn't look back. He knew she would accept. Furthermore, he could see it in her eyes. Even if he had refused her terms, she would have followed. He found it in the best interest of their relationship to keep her content, at least for the time being. There was much she would have to grow accustomed to in his service, throwing her a few scraps was acceptable. The first leg of their journey would take them north beyond the mountains to the frozen tundra that few have dared and even fewer have survived. He intended to retrieve something that was taken from him during his last long slumber and kill the being that would dare steal from him. She would need to be prepared for he would take his first payment of blood from her before the encounter. Abigail looked at him and then looked around. It would be hard to leave a place that she had called home her whole life. But was it was the best chance for her to get her sight back. To be stronger than anyone in her entire coven. She watched as he stood to leave. She had to make her mind up, and it was a now or never choice. Putting money down on the table she got up and quickly followed him. " I will come. I just need to grab a few things from my house and then I will be ready to go. Meet me by the city limits in an hour and I will be there" She said as she turned making her way back to her place to pack a bag. In that bag she packed a few pairs of pants and shirts. Along with undergarments. She also packed her favorite crystals and herbs. Finishing she pulled the backpack on her shoulders and walked out of the house. Standing back she put her hands up in the one hand she held the Ruby crystal and the other she held a turquoise talisman. She started a warding chant. To keep anyone out of the house while she was gone. Each word she said had the power she held. She could feel the barrier around the house as she stepped back. She knew it was going to be safe. Making her way to the city limits she looked around, but she felt his power before she could see him. "I feel you, now where are you" She said as she pushed the long strands of hair behind her ears. "I am ready to go and I am not turning back" She stated as she pulled out a crystal knife and a bowl. Down the center of her palm she pressed the knife to it the ruby red blood bubbled up and dripped into the bowl. "Here is your proof that my blood is pure in case you had any doubts" She said handing him the bowl, it was just a few drops, she knew he would require a much larger amount when it came time. But for now he would know that she was not lying about the blood. An hour she wanted. An hour was nothing compared to forever. He allowed her the hour, partially due to the fact that he also had one stop to make before he set out. There was one more thing he must procure before they set out on the road. Sure, he could produce it via magic, but its quality would be a shadow of its natural version. He let her go on her way while he searched out a particular shop that not many would even know existed. In fact, the shop existed in and out of time on the border of our dimension and the next. One must possess the knowledge of its existence, the name of its proprietor and the ability to see past the veil that separates our dimension from the others that surround us. Ryan, of course, possessed all of these and more. After reaching the forests outside the city, Ryan approached an old oak. He walked around the ancient tree then vanished from this world and appeared within the Shop of Things Needed or Craved. Almost immediately an old woman appeared from the back of the shop from behind a ragged curtain covering the doorway. She strained her head upwards to look at the sorcerer and grunted. “Ryan, that is what you go by these days? I heard you were dead. They're bragging in the Netherworld that they owned your soul now. Should have known those slime we're talking out their ass.”“Away, it is a pleasure as always. Their claims we're greatly exaggerated though not completely untrue. That though will be a tale for another time. I'm sure you know why I'm here unless you're slacking in your later years.” The form of the old woman changed from a bent and broken old crane into an ageless beauty of a woman. “I am like wine old man, I only get better with time.” She slipped a leather pouch from beneath the folds of her cloak and tossed it to him and he in turn tossed another pouch to her. She tests the weight of the pouch then it vanished into her cloak without being opened.“I have something else for you Ryan, a warning. There is a storm brewing on the horizon that could change the shape of things to come for a very long time, perhaps eternity.”“Away, you know as well as I that nothing lasts forever but yes, I have felt it too. Despite the outcome, change is inevitable. Thank you and of course it has been a pleasure as always but many needs my attention beyond the Veil.”“There is much that needs your attention here Ryan.” The lust in her eyes made it clear that it was she that desired his attention. “But I know that look old man. I suppose she'll survive another century without your attention.”“You may not have to wait another century before you see me again Away. I may have need of your services much sooner.”“You know I can refuse you nothing Ryan. Furthermore, I'll keep the fire burning for you until your return.” Xyan turned without another word and vanished from the shop to appear coming around the old oak. He sat at the base of the tree and loaded his pipe from the pouch he had obtained from Away. He drew on the pipe without lighting it but drew smoke regardless. No time had passed in this realm while he had visited the Shop of Things Needed and Craved, so the young woman had not yet returned. Ryan sat and drew deeply from his pipe as time began to pass anew. Soon he could feel the girl's energy drawing near and shortly heard her call out for him. Xyan slipped the pipe into his sleeve then stood and walked around the tree into her view. He grinned as he approached her watching her cut into her flesh to offer a sample of her blood. He stuck his finger into the blood which emanated a crimson then magenta glow. The blood was absorbed into his flesh, and then he removed his finger. “There we're less painful ways to test the authenticity of your claim, actually, they may have even proved pleasurable. Either way, it was entertaining.” He touched the wound, and it closed immediately, healing completely. “We don't need that getting infected. Now if you are through mauling yourself, we have far to go.” He hung his pack on her shoulder for her to carry and turned to walk away. He spoke while he walked without turning to see if she followed or not. Furthermore, he already knew that she would be following or all of this encounter would have been fruitless. “You can call yourself my apprentice or whatever other title you would like to give yourself, I don't care. Make no mistake nor bare no illusions, you are my slave until I see fit to allow you to be otherwise. You will do everything I ask. Bitch if you must, it only gives me reason to discipline you. In the end, the outcome will be the same. Simple enough, wouldn't you say?” Abigail looked down as he touched her palm. She felt a tingle run the span of her arm and then spread through her entire body. She then looked up art him her silvery orbs watching cautiously. " Then next time you could show me before I go slitting my hand wide open to prove something to you" she said with a light grin pulling at the corners of her lips. Not long after her comment she felt his bag being slung over her shoulder. Her eyes then went wide at his comment, that she was his slave. She had never agreed to enter into any form of slavery. Following to catch up to him, she side stepped and looked up at him, her light silver eyes now a deep steel gray almost like day and night reflected in those eyes"I am not a slave not will I be. So don't bring that word up again, and we will be good, we are both getting things out of this you're getting virgin blood and I are getting my site back" she stated and in her eyes when she said slave a spark of fire danced there Little did she know she was testing him. When she was done saying what she had to say she turned and started walking in the direction that they had started heading in." Where are we heading anyway" she asked as if she hadn't just rattled the tigers cage. It didn't take long for her to feel the change in energy around her, She was a feisty one without a doubt and for the time being, this amused Ryan. Still, the little cur needed to be made aware of a few realities such as her standing in this relationship between them. He of course didn't raise his voice and for the time being he ignored her inquiry regarding their destination. “Yes, we do have a deal, but I'll add that it was more of a courtesy on my part since you offer nothing that I could not have easily taken. The deal was virgin blood for sight, the obtaining of knowledge was not part of that deal. That stands on the table alone.” He gave her a moment to ponder his words before continuing. “In order for me to teach you, you must devote yourself to me as my apprentice. Just what do you think this position demands of you? You are subject to my every whim. You do what you are told when you are told to do it. It's a lot like having a job without pay. You basically work for me for food. Now what is that word that they use to refer to free laborers? Oh yes, I remember. They are called slaves. You use whatever title that you prefer but make no mistake, until I release you, you are my slave. Be thankful that your virginity benefits me.” It was all true. He could easily take whatever he wanted from her. There wasn't a sorcerer left alive at his power level and skill. He could sense power within her, but it was just raw power. It was not focused by skill. He could, in time, make her a very formidable sorceress. Her gift of foreseeing would make her a dangerous enemy as well as a powerful ally, but she needed to learn her place. She needed to learn to close her mouth and open her ears and eyes.“Now, if you are finished dictating terms which you have no power to enforce, we are heading north. That is unless you have somewhere else to be, in which case, we are still heading north. The barbarians there think me a God. We'll be treated like royalty.” If worse came to worst, he could always drain her and feed her to the barbarians.“Contrary to popular belief, they are quite a noble people. They understand the importance of respecting power. They are brutally honest. Furthermore, they do not lie and are brave enough to stand by their word. I will not allow you to show me disrespect in any way amongst them. You will be severely chastised if you do so.” His words changed direction as easily as the wind. “They also have some of the most desirable women that you will find anywhere on the planet. As savage in bed as they are on the battlefield. Gives me a bit of a tingle just thinking about it. You could learn a thing or two from them. Not that you'll be putting it to use any time soon.” The way he spoke she knew he was right. She didn't have anything to offer him for his services. To learn to become more powerful than anyone in her bloodline. She wanted to surpass anyone and everyone. The thought of power gave her a high like none before. Rolling her eyes she knew the word slave fit just right. That she was a slave until he said otherwise. She shrugged her shoulders. "How can I argue a moot point, with how you word it, it is to be true, I am a slave until you see fit. So yes I am lucky you need my virginity" She said challenging his words. She knew that benefited him in more ways than one. Though she knew that there were ways around the fact that she was a virgin. Listening to him as he said that they were heading up north she gasped. She had heard of them, they were ruthless beings. And the men always had a thing for pretty ladies, and making claims on them. She listened as he said they thought him a noble and that she had better watch herself, and mind him or be chastised." A little bit about me Sir" She said putting emphasis on the word sir. " I know when and how to act, and around them, I will act like a perfect doting slave. You don't have to worry about that." She said pushing her long hair over her shoulder as she continued to walk." I wouldn't be making jokes about my virginity, because as I see it Sir, it's a blessing that I still have it, because you need it, if you didn't need it you wouldn't have accepted the deal" She stated still looking ahead and smiling inward. “I'm starting to wonder if you are trying to convince me or yourself of your worth. You're beating to death the fact that you are a virgin. I get it is already. You've never had the pleasure of a stiff dick in you. That would definitely explain a lot when it comes to that mouth of yours.” Ryan was always one to find a silver lining and figured at least they would not be short on conversation. She was a bright girl with natural talent. She would be skilled in the arts one day, that is if her mouth didn't get her killed.“We do need to make a stop on our way north in order to procure a gift for our host. It is, after all, not very polite to visit a king and not bring gifts even if they believe you to be a God. It’s just a classy act and anything we give will be returned tenfold at some point.” Even more important than a gift, they needed horses. They could not show up in the barbarian camp walking like a lowly peasant. Men of nobility and power rode, they did not walk. It was all a matter of appearances. Ryan knew these things which was one of the reasons, despite his reputation, that he was welcome in most of the royal houses. There we're exceptions but mostly by Ryan’s discretion. While they walked, he talked. He pointed out different roots and plants and the important properties of each one. He was well aware that she knew much of this, but he also added the most likely places to find them in the wild and the sign to look for. Some healed while others killed and others had a vast variety of properties that would come in handy at some point or another. Even if the knowledge was never used, it was better than needing it and not having it. A day and a half later they arrived at a trading post. Next to the trading post was a blacksmith’s shop where resided who Ryan considered the finest weapon smith in the land and all the lands connecting. It was here that he would retain a sword for the barbarian warlord. The clanging if steel upon steel could be heard well before they entered the shop. Upon entering, Ryan waited patiently until the blacksmith would give him notice. He spoke with Abigail while they waited. “There are crucial points during the creation of a weapon that determines its quality. This man will put his name on nothing but the best that his hands can forge, and he is amongst the best there has ever been.” It was hard to tell by the humble interior and exterior of the shop that they're in the presence of a master weapon smith. Even his look was deceiving. He was short compared to the average man, probably more the size of a tall dwarf at a couple inches over five foot. The man seemed to be nearly as thick as he was tall with broad shoulders and chest. His arms and hands were meaty from over a half century of weapon crafting. His age seemed to be more in the late forties rather than close to seventy. His short cropped hair and leathery skin gave him one of those faces that remained ageless.There were an audible his after the banging stopped as the barrel chested man dropped the sword into a barrel of water. He then turned to face the sorcerer and the girl. It was hard to tell if he was smiling or snarling. “Ryan, you crafty old bastard.” His voice was boisterous as you would expect from someone who worked with the constant noise of metal banging against metal. The man looked at the girl and then back at Ryan. “A bit skinny for my taste but pretty. She'll work fine after some fattening up.”“The girl is not for you, you old perverted fucker. This one is mine. I'm here because I need a sword. Something that would appeal to the eye of a barbarian.”“Aye, I see. Those savages do have a keen eye for steel. Wait here wizard. I think I have just what you need.” The weapon smith vanished through a curtain into a back room. Ryan turned to the girl. “Do you see a weapon here that strikes your fancy? You will gain much respect amongst the barbarians if you have a weapon. First rule of owning a weapon, never relinquish your weapon. Better to die with it in your hand then impaled with it by another's hand.” Abigail figured as much when he said that they needed to get a gift for the host, it would be dishonorable not to do so. When he mentioned horses she grinned. " I've only been on a horse once not going to lie. " She told him as she shifted the bags from one shoulder to another in an attempt to ease the pressure from one shoulder to the next. "This is going to be one interesting trip" She added in as they walked. In her mind she took note of everything he said. Though she did know the names of almost every plant, flower and root he pointed out as well as each affect of each. But knowing where they were mostly found was a bit of knowledge she did not have on each one. Given her linage she knew mot about how to use roots and plants for potions and how well they mixed with one another. But his knowledge was way beyond anything she could have ever thought possible of any one person. As they came up into the town she could hear clanking of steel against steel a rhythm so perfect you could tell the metal that hammer was hitting was hotter than the flames of hell. A perfect melody as they came up on to a blacksmith shop. She followed him into the shop. The walls were riddled with a vast assortment of weapons from a Qatar to Butterfly swords. But it was the deep voice of the man behind the counter that caught her attention. But when he said that she was a bit skinny for his tastes and would need some fattening up, her eyes got wide, and she took a deep breath in as if she was going to say something. Ryan's voice cut her off as he called the man a pervert and then continued on to what he needed. She listened in on the conversation between the two men in silence. She knew that if she was going to say something there would be the possibility of punishment. When the man left and Ryan turned to her and spoke she listened to him about how the barbarians felt about weapons. She had known they were fierce warriors that held honor in the highest regard. When he asked her if she saw a weapon the suited her fancy she nodded. There was one that caught her eye. It was a Hotel. A weapon dating back to thelemites. The weapon was made of a black Damascus steel, folded over and over to give it a pattern in the steel itself. The handle was a deep cherry wood with inlay of turquoise and silver. It was a beauty of a weapon one she could see herself using." I like this one" She said picking it up off the wall. The handle seemed to have been made for her. It felt right in her hands as she moved around with the weapon. Ryan was curious as to what sort of weapon the female would choose. He wondered if she would pick something because it was pretty, a decoration, or if she would choose a weapon. He also wondered if she would possess the skills to wield the weapon. Ryan had lived the span of many lifetimes and honestly had no need for weapons. His skills in the arcane arts were far superior to any weapon but still, he took the time to learn the skill of combat with many weapons. If she were not skilled in the use of the weapon then he would teach her. He believed in versatility. Don't put all of you eggs in one basket as the saying goes.“Ah, a Hotel. A beautiful weapon for sure. A weapon that requires skill to wield effectively and quite dangerous in the hands of a master. Very effective against shielded enemies.” About that time the blacksmith returned with a long object wrapped within an oiled buckskin. The object was obviously a sword. The burly giant of a man lay the object on a table then stepped away. “If this doesn’t impress the bastard, you stick the fucker in his gullet and spit on his grave. If he can show you a finer weapon amongst his entire tribe then you bring him here, and I’ll kiss his ass.” Xyan laughed at the man’s boast though he knew well that it was no idle boast. Ryan untied the leather bindings and opened the skin. The weapon looked plain to the untrained eye. It was not adorned with brightly colored jewels or sporting any rare materials for its hilt. The hilt was leather, Ryan guessed boar’s hide. It was when the weapon was held that the magic and the craftsmanship became apparent. Its weight told of the quality of the see while its balance told of the craftsmanship. Ryan drew the sword from its scabbard and stepped back from the table. Once the sword went into motion, it became virtually weightless. Ryan’s handling of the weapon made it apparent that he had held his fair share of swords. The weapon looked natural in his hand.“Yes, this is a fine blade indeed.” The weapon’s velocity slowed them came to a halt in the sword’s sheath. “Your blacksmith skills may be your only redeeming quality but if you keep making swords like this, it is all you need.” Ryan wrapped the sword back into the oiled skin and tied it off. The blacksmith mocked an expression of being taken aback. “I’ll have you know wizard that I have many redeeming qualities. I’ll have you know I have a bright smile and a charming personality. Most of all I have a cock like a mule.” The sorcerer laughed aloud at the man’s jest. “Well I have seen none of those qualities and nor do I intend to.” Xyan tossed the blacksmith a small sack with an assortment of gems, coins and precious ore. “I take it this will b a fair enough amount for both of the weapons.” The blacksmith opened the bag and poured part of the contents into the palm of his hand then dropped them back into the bag. He glanced over at the Hotel in the hand of the young woman. “More than fair enough, though I would have taken a taste of the girl, and you could have kept your sack.”“I have no doubt that you would.” Ryan looked over at Abigail, and it was as if he had truly seen her innocence and beauty. “The girl is off the bartering table. Anyway, we have come to an agreement, our transaction is complete. We’ll be taking our leave now” Ryan traded a short farewell with the blacksmith and asked him who to talk to about a couple horses then hung the sword on his back. “Come girl, we still have many miles to travel and still have to attain horses.” The horse-trading went somewhat similar to obtaining the weapons in that Abigail was evidently worth two horses and gear for both. It wasn’t long before they were back on the trail and away from the trading post. “If a man was interested in attaining wealth and a bit of power, he would do well at that trading post with a gaggle of whores. How would you feel about being a madam of the house and earning your keep? This would of course be separate from our ongoing bargain, unless of course you would want to combine them to renegotiate our deal. I’m open for ether scenario.” Abigail nodded as he spoke, telling her how to use the weapon. Though all in all she had known how to use the weapon since her father had taught her years ago. It was a weapon that if used correctly could be a killing machine. And the way she used the weapon it was as if it was an extension of her own arm. Taking it in hand she swung it just right a few times getting a feel for the weapon in her hand. It was crafted in such a way it felt as if it was made just for her. For her hands and how she liked to use a weapon. Even maybe mixing magic and steel in fighting, but that was something she could figure out at another time. When the man entered with the new weapon she stepped forward looking at its craftsmanship of how the weapon was made the blade was forged with magic. She could feel the power of the blade coming off of in waves from the weapon. Not like she did with other weapons. It was indeed a sight to be seen for sure. Stepping back she could hear the words being spoken between the two. But the one thing that kept ringing in her ears was the fact of how hard this blacksmith was trying to get her. But the look on Ryan's eyes as he turned and looked at her spoke measures right down to her bones. She followed him as he said to come along she grabbed the sheath to the weapon and followed. The sheath fit across her body so hers hotel rested over her shoulder for easier access. The design of the sheath made it so that instead of pulling it out like a regular sword it clipped into the side of it fitting tightly so it pulled out without getting hooked on the edges of the weapon when being drawn. Following to the stables she listened as yet another man wanted her in trade. It disgusted her the fact that they all wanted her so bad. She was not some piece of meat to be bought. Once they had the horses she listened to his new proposition. Running the idea through her head she shrugged her shoulders. "Why the hell not. But what is in it for me, this part of our deal" She asked grinning as they trotted on the horses along the path they took to the north to see the barbarians. Ryan kept the pace at a steady walk as they made their way out of town. This also made it easier for them to discuss their potential business arrangement. “I would be willing to cut you in for half. That would include half the profit and half of the expenses. Of course anything you make yourself, I would allow you to keep as long as it doesn’t interfere with your virginity. Should you lose your virginity, it would be grounds for renegotiation.” He spoke as if it were a negotiation but in reality it was not. It was an offer that was not up for negotiation. It was more of a take it or leave it type of offer. He could easily find an experienced whore who would do the job for less than half of what he offered her. The only downfall would be an additional employee. He didn’t like dealing with multiple people when one would do. That didn’t mean that he would not adapt to maintain the upper hand.“It is a good offer. Better than you would find with anyone else. No one else could offer you my protection either. Feel free to ask around if you like.” The remainder of the day was uneventful for the most part. They spoke occasionally, mostly the topic was magic. He was careful to divulge just enough information to keep her curious though he could talk for the entirety of a mortal lifespan and still not divulge all that he knew. Even so, there was still much for him to learn which he did through meditation and exploring other realms. The extent of knowledge was eternal which he considered good. It gave him purpose other than pimping and killing bandits. He had sensed them long before they showed themselves. He would have alerted the girl, but he sensed that she was already aware. Furthermore, he assumed that to compensate for her failing sight, her other senses were becoming enhanced. Perhaps she had even sensed them on another level, nonetheless, when the bandits revealed themselves neither Ryan nor the girl seemed surprised. Or perhaps she hid it well, regardless, here they were.“Perhaps you and your young companion could spare a few coins for a hungry traveler.” The speaker and one other had stepped out into the road with their weapons drawn. The speaker held sword they appeared to have seen its share of battles though not necessarily battles that it’s present wielder had engaged in. The second held a bow with an arrow notched and drawn. Ryan was well aware that there were three more still in hiding though their weapons were not yet known to him. Xyan’s expression slowly changed from mock concern to amusement before he burst into a fit of laughter. The bandits exchanged glances becoming imitated and maybe just a little bit fearful. The speaker for the group spoke again. This time his agitation sounded out clearly in his tone. “Are you daft man?? My friend here has an arrow pointed at your heart. Just give me your valuables and we’ll let you go. We’ll let you go. The girl, well, she has value if you get my meaning.” Xyan’s laughter stopped abruptly as his gaze fell on the two men blocking their path. His eyes blazed a dark magenta for a moment and the weapons of the bandits transformed into serpents. They immediately dropped their weapons stepping back several feet. They looked down to see the serpents were there weapons once again. The humor in Ryan’s voice was apparent as he spoke out. “How about this? You two and your friends in hiding place all of your weapons and coin with those weapons and I may not turn you all into mice and your weapons into serpents. I’m sure you see where this is going.” Xyan turned to Abigail. “You have any requests of these gentlemen? Would you like to see them dance naked or stand on their heads, or both? Anything you like.” While he spoke to Abigail the other three men stepped out of hiding holding their weapons out before them in a manner of surrender. A little display of magic was usually more than enough to scare most mortals. “Use your imagination. Have some fun.”

Soul or Sight (Kalab & Fallen)|rating:4.0

Suited For Service (Top Cat & Miss Sykes)

Technodyne Industries was having a hard time, and their budget was running low. They needed to finally find an applicant who could use the experimental super suit, and could use it effectively, before the next funding commission was ready. Dr. John Andrews was the genius behind the experimental suit. He knew it worked - he'd had some minor successes in the past. But he hadn't yet found a perfect test subject, someone who would mesh and meld with the suit properly. He was sure that it was possible, but he was getting less and less certain that it would be soon enough. Tapping through his computer, he sighed, and lifted the company computer. "Yolanda, please put out another wave of application advertisements on the local newspaper for this week. Yes... thank you." Dr. Andrews and Yolanda were two of only three employees in the large industrial office space. Yolanda had a great deal of ability with office management, and her breasts were so large, that she frequently ended up distracting and disabling people who were trying to sneak in, and get corporate data on the company. With her huge chest, most people assumed that she was stupid and pliable, when she was nearly as smart as the two Doctors, and certainly more capable at handling standard office management. She wrote out the requests to the local newspaper, and after a moment, also put out a wave of application requests for Craigslist as well. It couldn't hurt... and she actually enjoyed teasing the less-qualified male applicants who just couldn't tear their eyes away from her tits. Not that they ever got to make any progress with her, though. Sarah took one last look at the advertisement to confirm she was at the right address before entering. Several days ago she had been looking over Craigslist for a laugh to see how many women were selling themselves on there or how many desperate horny guys were still searching for 'love'. However instead of the usual crap she came across she found an add looking for recruits to test a new prototype suit with the tag line talking about becoming a superhero. Sarah worked in an office normally, as a PA or as she called it a glorified receptionist quite frankly the job bored her to tears but at 20 years old she was too young to be taken seriously as a bouncer, and she had been deemed unfit for police work and the occasional sporting event was too few and far between to effectively support her without sponsors so she was stuck spending each day behind a desk. She was a tall woman around 6ft with long black hair that she tied up behind her leaving one part on the right to hang down beside her face, a pretty face with bright blue eyes and C size breasts. She walked through the door and smiled to the receptionist who she assumed to be Roland the woman whom she had been speaking to about the position here "H-hi there" she said a little nervously "I'm Sarah Humphries we spoke over the phone about testing the new suit?" she asked hoping the woman would remember her "I apologize for my tardiness your lab was a bit hard to find" she added Yolanda smiled as Sarah arrived, nodded in greeting for her, and handed her a clip-board for filling out her employment history and abilities. After doing so, she returned to her primary attention on her computer, doing something that Sarah couldn't see. Within 10 minutes, the office door opened, and a mid-20's man in a lab coat came out. He was tall, a little on the slim side, and wearing a pretty severe eyeglass. His hair was black, slicked back a bit, and more than a little disheveled. "Good morning, Miss Humphries. Glad you could make it. My name is Dr. Andrews, but you can call me John. I'm in charge of the project here." He gestured toward Sarah's application. "Why don't you come with me, you can finish the application as we talk." He held the door open for Sarah, and waited for her to follow him. Sarah smiled back to the receptionist and offered her a quick thanks as she took the clipboard and a pen and began to fill out her history making sure to include the training she did on a regular basis and her martial arts skills. She had gotten about halfway through the application when a man in a lab coat came out and approached her, she stood up and gave him a bright smile "Nice to meet you John call me Sarah if you like" she replied shaking his hand before following him out "Sure I really hope I'm suitable for this it sounds really exciting" she said filling out a few more details as they walked the ominous thump and click of the door closing and locking behind them lost on her as she surveyed the rest of the lab "All this equipment looks to be top of the line, you guys must have no trouble with sponsors" she commented John chuckled. "We had some aggressive support early on, since the idea of creating superheroes is a fantastic draw to a lot of people," he explained. "There aren't any superheroes, of course, but if we could make the leap - actually let someone become a superhero in some fashion - we could change the entire idea of police action." He gestured around the computer-heavy bay they entered. "It's been a huge effort, and we've come so close, but it still doesn't work. I'm certain that the Suit we've built works, it just doesn't work for everyone. We've been trying to find someone that it WOULD work for, but haven't had any luck so far." He led her to an office desk on one side of the bay, and sat down, gesturing for her to sit on the other side of the desk." I'll need to check out your qualifications before I can even let you test the Suit," he explained, "but assuming you're qualified, we could have you trying it out tomorrow. And even if you don't match, we'll pay you for a week, for taking a chance and trying out the Suit." He gestured to her application. "Why don't you give me the basic details? What made you decide to apply for a job with the wild idea of becoming a superhero?" "I can certainly see the appeal a superhero would certainly save a lot of lives and make the police job easier" she replied"Well I guess that's a good thing, better the right person able to use it then just anyone and the wrong person gets hold of it" she replied taking a seat across from him and finishing off her application." Of course, I hope I fit your qualifications it's a very exciting project" she replied handing over the application "It's ok I've finished filling it out anyway, I'm excited to try it out as soon as you're ready, I could even do it tonight I have no commitments at home tonight" she added eager to try it." I wanted to spice up my life, I have always wanted to work in a job where I could do something interesting, make a difference to people you know? I wanted to be a security guard, but the qualifications are far too expensive for me right now, and I was unable to join the Police force so when I saw your advertisement on Craigslist of all places I jumped at the opportunity to apply." she replied. John nodded, and started entering details into the computer. "I suppose, under the circumstances, we could probably speed it up a bit and have you try it this afternoon," he suggested. "I'm afraid that we do need to have you see our medical physician before we can try it, though. If you have any unknown heart problems or genetic issues, having you try the Suit on could cause you some harm." He gave her the details for the medical office off-site that they were using. "This shouldn't take more than an hour or so, and you can go get some lunch while you're at it," he said, smiling warmly. "I've got a good feeling about you... I can't wait to get you Suited up." The medical exam would be relatively fast and painless; there's no need to play it out. We can skip to her returning to the office afterward. "That's great I can hardly wait" she said excitedly at his suggestion she could try it this afternoon "I can promise you I don't, but I'll go and see them and come back after just to make sure" she replied taking the note and heading out. She grabbed lunch while she was out and returned just over an hour later being lead straight in to see John again "The physician gave me the all clear, here's the report" she said as she walked into his office again handing over a slip of paper the doctor had given her "So am I all good to get suited up then?" she asked trying to contain her excitement John took the report from her, skimmed over it, and nodded. "Yes, it looks like everything is set for you. I've got the Suits all set up and ready to go. Follow me, please." He led her to a side room with a changing room attached. "Go into the changing room here, please. There are three Suits, but only one Tiara that works," he explained. "You'll need to put on both one of the Suits and the Tiara; the Tiara is what connects to your brain, and what makes the Suit work." He blushed slightly. "Um... the Suits probably don't fit you, and some have been modified by previous test candidates. Just find one that you feel comfortable wearing, even if it's not a good fit, and we'll proceed from there." He paused, and blushed again, a little deeper. "Oh, and... you can't wearanythingother than the Suit and the Tiara. It would interfere with the connection." Inside the changing room were the three suits. All three had a gentle golden appearance, but after that, they were very different. One of them seemed to cover the entire body, leaving nothing but the head open. One looked like a sexy superhero outfit; the only parts covered were from the hips up to the neckline, with both arms and legs uncovered, and a fair amount of cleavage exposure. The last was barely anything to wear at all - it covered the breasts, the crotch, and almost nothing else at all. Also with the Suits was a Tiara - a clean, sharply-designed headpiece that settled comfortably around the top of her head. "Excellent!" she exclaimed trying to reign in her excitement a little as she followed him out to the change rooms, she didn't really understand at first why he was blushing she had expected to be naked under the suit. She gave him a smile and closed the door behind her as she walked into the change rooms then she saw the suits, every single one of them would be very revealing. Although the first one covered her entirely it would grip so tightly it would reveal everything anyway and the other two would do the same apart from showing more skin. With a sigh she stripped off her clothes and placed them into the basket provided stripping off everything and placing her shoes on top before leaving the basket on the shelf provided then took down the full suit and slid into it feeling like a second skin although a bit looser than she had expected, she took down the tiara and slid it on and almost immediately felt the suit tighten, so tight now it was literally a second skin fitting tightly to all her curves and even giving a slight impression of her pussy and nipples. She walked out a little more nervous than before and walked into the testing chamber feeling as though she was completely naked. John looked at her as she exited, quite clearly surprised. "You've already adjusted the Suit? That's... unheard of." He walked around her, looking at the entire outfit. "You made it all comfortably tight, without me telling you how to do it." He grinned. "Well, you're making this week better already." He stepped away, and walked over toward one of the more open areas. "Come on over here, and let's see if you can fly. Just concentrate on... not thinking about being stuck on the ground." He shrugged, looking embarrassed again. "Sorry, but it's one of the things you have to figure out yourself." When John saw her he looked very impressed "Huh?" she asked confused "I didn't do anything, the moment I put on the tiara it did this itself I thought it was automatic" she replied blushing a bit as he walked around her, she knew he was a scientist and likely more interested in the suit than her, but it still felt like he was inspecting her naked body. He called her over to one of the more open areas, and she followed him without comment "Fly?" she asked confused "You want me to fly and all you can tell me is to think about not being stuck on the ground?" she asked "But how on- whoa" she was cut off as she noticed she had begun to float up into the air her feet already half as high off the ground as John was tall "This is amazing!" she exclaimed her previous annoyance at his lack of instruction passed as she began to fly higher and started to move around a bit in the air. John watched her fly for a few minutes, then called up, "Okay, Sarah, come back down. That's enough for one day, and we really don't have enough room for practical flying. We can try that tomorrow. We need to do some telemetry scanning for the work you've done today, but I think I can safely say that you're hired." He waited for her to come down to the ground. "Before I have you take the Suit off tonight, I want you to try adjusting it - make it more comfortable, something you'd enjoy wearing. And... see if you can't get it to form up a face mask, so that you'll have some anonymity once you start heroin." He shrugged. "A few of our early test subjects figured out how to alter the Suits... that's why one of them looks like a stripper's sex show." When John called her down she looked rather disappointed and reluctantly came back down to land in front of him "These suits are amazing!" she exclaimed unable to reign in her excitement, then he dropped a bombshell, she was hired? She couldn't believe what she was hearing "Oh my god" was all she could manage. After the shock of her being hired had worn off she thought about what she would enjoy wearing and to make a mask for it as well. The suit changed a little, although it stayed skin tight areas of skin appeared around her thighs and shoulders turning the suit into a body glove with bare shoulders fingerless gloves that stretched just after her elbows and thigh high stockings. As well as a mask that covered her mouth and went up to the bridge of her nose similar to a bandana "Is this ok?" she asked John made a faint grimace. "Personally, I'd rather you had an open mouth and covered eyes, but honestly, as long as you're wearing the Suit and the Tiara, you should be resistant to most kinds of damage... it shouldn't matter that much. The rest of it looks great." He gestured toward the changing room. "Go get changed... no, wait." He gestured at her, looking a little embarrassed again. "Try to make both the Suit and the Tiara blend into you - make them invisible." The suit had already started altering her enough that the idea of stripping naked in front of him didn't seem improper at all. She thought about this for a second and the mask shifted revealing her mouth but covering her eyes in a sort of masquerade fashion, and she looked back at him and smiled "Better?" she asked unconsciously wanting her outfit to better please him. Then he made another suggestion, he wanted her to make the suit and tiara invisible, she rebelled at the idea for a second then reconsidered, it was just a normal request why was she hesitating? After all it was perfectly normal for her to be naked in front of John, she concentrated for a moment and slowly the suit began to become clear within a minute the whole suit and tiara had vanished leaving her standing there naked and exposed every inch of her body on display for him as she saw no reason to hide herself from him "Did it work?" she asked unable to see behind her to confirm her mask John nodded as she switched to a more elaborate mask. "That's much better, much..." As she got nude per his suggestion, John blushed furiously. "Um! I, uh... meant that you should do that... in the changing room. Before getting changed..." He tried very hard not to look down at her body, but still managed to get a very good look at all of her most sensitive parts. "Er... go get changed, please?" She smiled as he seemed to be happy with her new mask "I'm glad you like it" she replied then as she was revealed he seemed to suddenly become very nervous, and she wondered what was wrong but decided not to question it as she suggested she go get changed, Surely if he had meant she was to do it in the change rooms he would have said so? She dismissed the thought as the suit returned to normal while she walked and headed to the change room. Once in there she once again stripped off the suit and hung it back on the rack, she considered trying the smallest one on briefly but decided to wait until next time as she put her old clothes back on and returned to him "Do you need anything else today?" she asked wanting to make a great impression on her first day John's blush had mostly gone away while she was changing. "Well..." He blushed in a somewhat different manner. "While Frank - that is, Dr. Pederast - does the data analysis, would you like to... er... can I take you to dinner?" John was very clearly somewhat at a loss with personal matters with women. He liked Sarah, but didn't really know how to say it. Plus, he was confused over his excitement over her being the first fully-functional character on the Suit, and he didn't know how to separate the two. Sarah thought about this for a minute, as the blushing scientist unsure of how to react to his sudden invitation. She looked him up and down and had to force herself not to chuckle at the poor man "You know what, sure John let's do it" she replied with a bright smile "Do you have somewhere in mind?" she asked "Although I don't really have any other clothes with me" she added. It was clear the man wasn't very good when it came to women, but something about him made her smile she sort of took pity on him. John smiled, lighting up his face. "Well, there's a nice Italian restaurant a few blocks down..." He tugged her arm, and started leaving. Just as they were about to hit the front of the room, he stopped. "Ah, almost forgot..." He pulled out his ID card, and said, "Frank, Sarah and I - I mean, she's the new recruit - we're heading out to dinner. We'll see you in the morning." The card spit out a distant voice, sounding very serious. "Very well. I'll expect to see you both at 8 AM sharp. If not sooner." He rolled his eyes as he put the ID card back. "He's always so serious. Let's go." He took her out of the front office, where Yolanda had already left, and gave her directions to the restaurant. We can play some chat at the restaurant, or move on to the next day, whichever you prefer John seemed very eager to get out her outside and to the restaurant the poor guy probably hadn't been on a date in a long time "Are you sure we are dressed well enough for it?" she asked as she headed outside with him. He pulled out his I'D card and started talking to it, for a moment she wondered if the man might be mad, but then another more serious voice replied, and she was a little taken aback by how serious the man was "he really needs to lighten up a bit" she murmured following him "So tell me about yourself John" she said as they walked trying to make conversation, romantically she had no interest in the man, but it would be interesting to get to know him as a person He shrugged a bit sheepishly. "I don't know that there's that much to tell... I graduated from Anthem College - that's a tech-heavy college - when I was twenty, and I've been building the entire Suit system myself. It's been everything I've been trying to do, and the failures have kept me going trying a little bit harder, trying to find new candidates, even when we were just so close to being shut down due to lack of progress..." He gulped, and continued. "But that's in the past. You're here now. Everything is stellar." She smiled and placed a hand on his shoulder reassuringly "You don't have to worry about that now, didn't you say I was the best you have had so far? So that means you are safe right? They won't shut you down?" she asked giving him a warm smile "Just relax a bit I'm not going to bite your head off" she laughed "Well not, yet anyway I'll wait until after you have paid for dinner before I do that" she teased sticking out her tongue playfully "I'm kidding don't worry, but seriously you don't have to be so nervous it's not like we are going out on a date or something serious" she replied John swallowed and nodded. "I'll... uh, I'll meet you at the restaurant in five minutes, okay? It's just down this street, three blocks," he said, pointing. Once he was sure that she understood where they were going, he dove into his car and drove down the street. She was a little taken aback when he dove into his car "O-ok then" she replied looking a little confused but made her way down to the restaurant "Is my company that bad?" she asked with a laughed when he arrived as the restaurant "You may as well have just left your car at the lab" she added as she waited for him to get out so they could go in. John blushed. "I'm sorry, really. I'm just a little... nervous dealing with personal chatter. Working the job, no sweat. Changing pace to actually chatting with each other... it's a hard habit to break, I guess." He gestured at the restaurant. "Shall we go in? I'll try not to embarrass you once we're chatting inside." She chuckled "I can tell" she replied with another bright smile "Don't worry about it, I couldn't care less if you embarrass me" she replied opening the door for him "If personal chatter makes you uncomfortable then what would you like to talk about? We can't just sit here in silence and eat" she laughed as they headed inside and were lead to a booth at the back of the room. Once they got seated, he glanced at the menu. While he was reading, he started talking. "Well... the Suit has a lot of abilities, but there's no telling which ones you'll be able to do, or not. And you might find some ways to use it that I never built in. It's supposed to be adaptive, and work with your own strengths in order to suit you better." He stopped chatting as the waitress showed up, since the Suit was still supposed to be a secret. "I'd like the Chicken Parmigiana, please, and a glass of Rose'." He glanced at her, wordlessly encouraging her to order. "I'm certainly excited to get back in it" she replied "I really can't wait to explore its features to start to see what it can really do" she added with a smile "I'm so glad you hired me, I'm really excited about this" she added happily as the waitress arrived "I'll have the spaghetti Bolognese" she said to the waitress who nodded and left to go and get their order "So can you give me any pointers for the suit?" she asked with a smile He nodded. "I can point out a few things, but you're going to have to... find them intuitively, I guess is the best way to say it." He smiled. "You're the first completely bonded wearer, so we're not completely certain which can and will work. But I'm sure you'll have no trouble with it." He started ticking down the list on his hand. "A beam attack should be fairly easy, as should an energy shield," he rattled off. "You might be able to launch a solo attack, for catching villains who are running away, and possibly a taser-like stun attack, which can make people lose consciousness briefly." He shrugged. "Beyond that, I don't know. The whole thing is meant to be adaptive, like I said before, so there might be some things you come up with that I never imagined." He cocked his head. "We won't be having you try all of those immediately. You weren't really able to do more than low-level hovering today, but tomorrow, you should be able to do some serious flying tests. After a few preliminary tests, you'll be able to go beyond the confines of our properties, out of sight and just... experiment with it." With everything he mentioned she became more and more excited "Really you mean it?" she said excited "You mean I really get to fly properly tomorrow!" she exclaimed "Now I really can't wait until tomorrow!" her excitement was evident as she spoke, and she had to turn it down a little as the waitress returned with their food "You mean I'll be able to take it with me? To wear it anytime I want?" she asked even more excited than she was before "I had no idea I would even be able to do that!"(Sorry she's fangirling a bit lol) "Well," he waffled, "You can't keep it on all the time. You'd need to clean it regularly, at least." He blushed again, remembering her going naked in front of him. The food was delivered before he could make more of a fool out of himself, and he was quiet while he ate for a few minutes. She couldn't help but laugh at his comment "Well I gathered that much" she laughed "But seriously I would be able to take it with me? To wear it outside the lab whenever I want?" she asked giving a smile to the waitress as their food arrived and began to eat "Good call on the restaurant, the food here is perfect" she commented "Well... yes, of course," he responded, a little puzzled. "We've already got some government licensing, we can make you a sort of governmental deputy. You will actually BE a superhero, in a fashion, but we don't want to rush through this too fast. We want..." he thought for a moment, "at least a week before you actually start chasing down criminals. We need to make sure that it works fully, with no hidden agendas." He nodded toward her. "And I think you can do it, if you don't mind me saying." "Oh wow I never realized it would lead to that" she replied "Of course I understand it won't just happen overnight I'm happy to go through any tests and anything else I need to go through beforehand" she added He looked at her properly for the first time this evening "Thanks I appreciate your confidence" she replied with a bright smile John's cell phone dinged at him, and he quickly checked it. "Oh, damn," he groaned. "I won't be in the office during the first half of the day. I have a meeting with the Government about financial issues. Thankfully, that's not the big one, since you're not ready for a display just yet, but it'll still be a little touchy." He closed the cell phone, and Looked back at her. "You'll have to work with Dr. Frank Pederast for the morning, at least. He's kind of... dour and serious, but he's a good man, and he knows how to read the data even better than I do." He took another bite from his dinner, looking away from Sarah while he considered his morning's duties. "Oh well at least I get to meet the mysterious Dr Pederast" she replied with a chuckle "It's alright just do your best tomorrow, and I'll be there working hard when you come in" she replied as she finished off her meal John chuckled. "I've had a few applicants who said they didn't like Frank, but I don't understand why," he commented. "He's a good worker, he's just not into light chatter. He's very business-oriented." He finished his food, and looked up at her. "Would you like desert, or should we call it a night?" he asked. "He seems a little gruff, but he doesn't sound bad based on how he spoke to us earlier" she replied "I don't think he and I will have a problem" she replied and smiled "Thanks, but I try to stay away from desert it's no good for my figure" she replied with a chuckle" Will you drop me home or shall I call a cab?" she asked as they prepared to leave "Oh, uh," he stammered, "I can take you home, not a problem. I forgot that again, didn't I?" He waved at the waitress, and got the bill paid for. "Let's go, then. Where do you live?" he asked, on their way out. She chuckled to him as he offered to take her home "You did but don't worry too much I'm not really fussy over this sort of thing" she replied reassuringly "I live in Westbrook about twenty minutes East of here I'll give you directions of you don't mind" she added as they walked out and headed to his car "I had fun tonight John" she replied He smiled, blushing lightly. "I really enjoyed having dinner with you, even if we only talked about work." They got to the car, and he opened the doors from his side, then got in." Give me the directions now, and I'll set it into the car's computer," he said, as she got into the passenger's seat. Once she gave him the address, he got it loaded, and the car displayed a three-dimensional travel plan." Okay, here we go, then," he said, pulling out of the parking. Sarah smiled and chuckled a little "Maybe next time we can talk about something else" she said as she got in and started to give him the directions. The trip was short and uneventful soon enough they pulled up in front of her house "Thanks again for dinner John, I'll see you tomorrow" she replied as she got out of the car John hesitated, knowing that there was probably something else he should do at this point - in movies, it involved getting out and kissing her good-night, but he couldn't see how that was a good progression for him. So, he called, "Good night," waited to make sure that she entered her place, and drove off, heading home. If John had got out to kiss her she would have forced him off anyway not being interested in him in that way "Good Night" she called back and headed inside laying out on her bed thinking about tomorrow too tired to get changed as the drifted off. The next day Sarah got up and showered changing into casual clothes and heading to the lab figuring her clothes wouldn't matter since she would be wearing the suit. Roland was there to meet her at 8:30, and she headed in to see the other Doctor When she headed into the main room, there was a man standing in there, waiting impatiently. He was tall, lean, and his face looked a little dour. "Good morning, Miss Humphries. I am Dr. Pederast, the data technician for the project." He gestured towards the changing room. "Today, we're going to be running some tests that I'm afraid Dr. Andrews doesn't think about. Please go get changed." He went toward the computer system once she was moving. (I'm so sorry I completely forgot this thread! XD)"Morning Dr Pederast" she replied with a smile and headed towards the change room as he instructed and put the suit on making it a little more revealing than last time unconsciously then walked out to stand by him "Ok how shall we start?" she asked happily excited to be back in the suit again Dr. Tenderfoot looked over her outfit as she came out of the dressing room. "Very good. Let's get started with some light flight practice..." He instructed her to work on flying at certain heights - 6 inches, one foot, two feet, for a minute each." He watched the computer and kept an eye on her while she did - very simple practicing, she handled it perfectly." All right, then," he said, coming out of the computer table. "Now we're going to do something more advanced. The Suit that you're wearing is adaptive - I'm sure that Dr. Andrews has mentioned that to you already. What that means is that it can, you can change it... and, to a degree, it can change you." He gestured toward her. "You're six and a half feet tall, quite tall indeed. I want you to try to make your height taller, shorter, and so on - try to make yourself look a bit different." She did as he instructed flying at different heights having little trouble as she had figured that out previously. Then he asked her to change herself, this took a little time, but soon she grew taller up to 7ft then back down to 6 then back up to her normal height, and she made a few changes to her body she wasn't happy with. "Is there anything else in particular I should be changing?" she asked satisfied with her changes and eager to move on to another exercise "Mmm, good," he said, looking at the computers. "You're doing well... but I'd wager that changing your body very much is probably a bit sore, am I right?" He tapped a few details. "Okay. Now we're going to try something a little harder. You can also change the Suit, and make it look like other things. I'll say some things, and you try to change the Suit so that it looks like them." He gestures, "Let's start slow and easy. Make it look like the clothing you were wearing this morning, before you switched to the suit." "Yeah it does a bit that's why I didn't change very much" she replied "Is that something that will change with time or is it best just to make small changes to myself?" she asked"Oh sort of like a cloaking device?" she asked as she thought about what she could do with it. Then he suggested she try to make it look like her clothes from this morning, and she nodded trying to picture them on her head then picturing the suit as them and soon enough it changed into the clothes she was wearing a small black tank top and a pair of denim short shorts He nodded at the question. "If you keep using a different form, you should get used to it. For example, if you made your 'superhero' form six feet tall, you'd soon be able to switch between your normal, six-feet-five height and the super-hero six-feet form with little difficulty." He nodded, approving her change to her outfit. "Good. Let's pick up the pace a little bit. I want you to try to make this as fluid as you can. Don't overthink it, just match it as quickly as you can." He thought for a minute, then said, "Change to a cheerleader's outfit." He waited until she did, then said, "Now a cowgirl's outfit." He waited once more, and said, "Now a restaurant waitress." "Ok I'll have to work on that then keeping several different forms, so I can keep my identity a secret when I start fighting crime" she replied and nodded when he suggested making it more fluid "Alright I'll do my best" she replied and began to switch the outfits as he spoke doing her best to switch them as fast as she could, they weren't instant, but they were getting faster "Good," he said, looking intently at her. "Now go a bit faster. Don't think about what I'm telling you to do, just do it." He paused a moment. "Bikini." He waited for her to change, watching carefully." Now lacy négligée." His suggestions were getting scanter, with less clothing and more skin." Tiny thong panty." Almost no outfit at all, this time... "Ok I'll do my best" she replied and did the first shift this time almost instantly "Wow that went much better, but it's a lot harder without thinking about it" she replied unconcerned she was now wearing just a bikini in front of him. Then the next outfit came, and she hesitated for just a moment before shifting then finally the tiny thong outfit she didn't hesitate for this one the suit making her want to obey as she shifted into a tiny thong leaving the rest of her body including her breasts naked and exposed to him "How was that?" she asked He nodded, his eyes alight. "Very good. Now one more." He paused for a moment. "Arabian princess." We waited to see how she made this change - it was critical for his plan. This one took a little longer as it involved changing her body as well, her skin darkened a bit becoming a dusky brown color and her hair grew longer her body shorter and her arms and legs thinner but sexier. Her outfit changed becoming a full set of pants and a wrap of cloth around her breasts and soon her transformation was finished, and she stood there watching him her long black hair tied in a long braid stretching all the way down her back "Is this what you meant?" she asked minus all the jewelry He leaned forward, smiling slightly. "Stop." He walked around her, looking at every part of her body, then started speaking. "A real Arabian princess would never wear clothing with so much skin. They would be fully covered, hidden from exposure. That outfit is what an Arabian dancer would wear. And the majority of dancers... were slaves." He leaned forward to her. "You just became a slave, not a princess. And the only other person here is me, so you must have chosen to become MY slave. Haven't you?" He paused a moment. "As a slave, you should be kneeling, and wearing nothing at all. Do it. Now." (Oh you tricks bugger! I love it XD)She stopped as instructed, and he inspected her her breath caught in her throat as she hoped he would approve. Then he spoke, she was wrong? But Surely not? Then he continued She was dressed as a slave? But that made sense he was the only one here so she was his slave right? That made sense "Yes that's right I'm your slave" she replied her mind feeling strange but all this made perfect sense to her now. Following her first instruction she knelt down and her outfit disappeared as she did so although she kept the new body for the moment liking her knew look "Yes Master" she replied looking down knowing that a slave shouldn't look up at her Master unless ordered to. He kneeled next to her, and started caressing her breasts. "Tell me that you belong to me, slave. Whenever I want you, you will serve me, completely without hesitation or worry." His hand slid down to her pussy, stroking it lightly. "Your pussy should always be wet and ready for sex, as well." He slowly slid two fingers in, testing her tightness. "I belong to you Master" she replied obediently "Whenever you want me I will serve you without hesitation or worry" she replied"Yes Master my pussy will always buy ready for you should you desire it" she replied spreading her legs a little so he would be able to get to her easily as he slid two fingers into her, she wasn't a virgin, but she hadn't had much sex in the past so she was still quite tight He pulled his fingers out of her pussy, and started unbuckling his pants. "We're going to call this your Slave Mode. You will only be like this when I'm the only person around, and you will never tell Dr. Andrews about it." He finished unbuckling his pants, and pulled his stiffening cock out. "Now show me how good you are at sucking cock," he commanded. "Make me come, and swallow every drop." "Yes Master I will ensure my Slave mode is only for you" she replied "Dr Andrews will not know about it" she added as he pulled out his cock and wanted to know how well she sucked it she leaned forward and placed a hand around the back of his shaft then slid her mouth over it licking at him as it went in further she wanted to show him her skills to show him she was worthy of being his slave. Frank Tenderfoot was pleased at the outcome of his tests. He'd had a feeling that there were some flaws in Dr. Andrews' design, but he'd never had a chance to test it, and test it so fully, before this. He reveled in it. Furthermore, he had a fledgling super-hero as his pet, his slave. She'd do anything he told her to, now. "Suck harder, pet," he commanded, feeling giddy about it. He intended to use her as much as he could. Perhaps he could even take her home... The commands seemed strange to Sarah, somewhere deep inside she wondered why he was making her do such things and why she was obeying him. But that voice was small and weak compared to those that wanted her to obey, this was exactly what she had been meant for, she was here to be his slave. As he commanded she did as she was told, she began to suck harder, each taste of his cock made her want to taste his seed more and more. She made sure to pay special attention to the head with her tongue while her hands massaged his balls. "Please Master let me have your cum" she begged before taking the entirety of his cock back into her mouth and trying to deep throat him. Frank let suck, enjoying it immensely. After a few minutes, he shuddered, and his cock thickened. "You're going to take all of my come," he said, "and use the mass from it to make your tits bigger." He started to continue the statement, but groaned, and started coming, filling her mouth and throat with his hot seed. He wasn't able to continue speaking for nearly half a minute, breathing heavily. "Ah..." he finally swallowed and started talking again. "You... I need you to forget why your breasts are getting larger, but keep doing it..." She continued to suck his cock, she was starting to enjoy it now after all it was making him happy and that was what she was meant for, to please her master. She felt his cock thicken in her mouth shortly followed by his cum being shot into her mouth and she kept his cock inside her mouth until he had finished. As he instructed her to make her breasts larger with his cum she licked his cock clean and swallowed all his cum making sure her lips and his cock were both completely clean of his cum. She shut her eyes and her breasts began to grow a bit, it was only a small adjustment this time, but they would steadily grow bigger each time making the changes less noticeable straight away, but he would be able to see the difference straight away. "As you wish Sir I will forget why my breasts are growing larger, but I will continue to grow them each time." she replied happy to be serving him in a way that pleased him. Frank stroked Sarah's head. "After you leave here at night to go home," he said, "you will instead head to my house in Slave Mode. I want you to bury that into your mind, even if you're not wearing the costume." He wasn't entirely sure that would work - he didn't know if implanted thoughts could carry over when she wasn't wearing the costume, after all." And you'll be mine for the night, and head home in the morning," he finished. "Do you understand?" He had so many ideas on how he could use her. Especially if he could get her to start making even more permanent changes to her body, like the breasts... (I'm currently suffering from a terrible case of writer's block, I'll do my best to get back to you as soon as I can but right now I just can't think I'm so sorry :() Quote from: Top Cat on 22-06-2014, 10:30:54Frank stroked Sarah's head. "After you leave here at night to go home," he said, "you will instead head to my house in Slave Mode. I want you to bury that into your mind, even if you're not wearing the costume." He wasn't entirely sure that would work - he didn't know if implanted thoughts could carry over when she wasn't wearing the costume, after all. "And you'll be mine for the night, and head home in the morning," he finished. "Do you understand?" He had so many ideas on how he could use her. Especially if he could get her to start making even more permanent changes to her body, like the breasts..." After I finish tonight, I will go to your house in Slave Mode. Even if I'm not wearing the suit," she replied, smiling as he stroked her head" I will be yours for the night, in the morning I will return home before coming back here for work," she repeated his instructions back to him to confirm she understood.(I'm really, really sorry for the delay and if your mad or want to stop I understand. A lot of things have happened recently in my life, but I won't go into detail unless you want me to. I'm going to do my best to be more active especially with you. I ask that you be a little lenient with me and if I am making mistakes like I was previously please let me know since all replies are typed from my phone at work I have less time to think about it however I will do my best)

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Order of the Silver Rose - OOC

IOC thread. I'm assuming that everything we are doing, like eating and preying is being done after meeting with the mentors. Is that right Yes, once you have had the meeting then it in effect fades to black, and you pick up at the first post in your task thread. If more people appear shall they join existing teams ?or form their own ? Quote from: Kate on 24-06-2012, 05:13:20if more people appear shall they join existing teams ?or form their own ? Hopefully enough to form a team, as we have already lost 2 players I would rather keep it in small groups until we have a group of regular posters and then bring them together. If that makes sense, but if you have someone in mind then they could join you and Icy if you two wish. *De-links and raises hand cautiously.*I've written with both Icy and Kate before, and enjoyed it very much! We are getting out of our depth a bit, and both of us are not built to take that much punishment healer would be thoroughly welcomed, there are heaps of opportunities currently we can have to bump into you. Sure could do with someone who knows what they are doing (We considered stealing healing potions from temples, probably not a good idea of we want to go back there) Or I could run a fighter, I have no objection to that. This looks like an interesting setting, lots of options for play. Healer girl if you wish to bring in a character then we can work it in that Titan would probably know of other Order people in the city as he is the contact there. And he could suggest that they gain more allies? Sure. That sounds good. Now, your character builds guidelines? Quote from: Healer girl on 25-06-2012, 23:11:22Sure. That sounds good. Now, your character builds guidelines? Welcome.32 point buy, D&D 3.5.2nd level max HP for that level. Both guardians and Magus would be equipped with a melee and a ranged weapon appropriate to their class. One of which is a masterwork weapon although in the case of the Magus their masterwork weapon is always a dagger. Armour and equipment is supplied so Scale or chain mail, shield, camping equipment, horse etc. Splendid! Now, this seems urban based so far, but leaning towards a ranger type. Although a head-knocking fighter is always useful. I think go whatever you feel like, we can adapt the party dynamics to cater and benefit from any roll really. I'm sure it'd be great to have your character in our group, as my 'protector' type character is, despite being a swashbuckler/rogue, kind of weak at this level. However, I guess it's up to the DM as to how the group dynamics should work with partners and such being 'bonded'-- the process of which I'm not 100% clear on. Hey is it ok if this gets hardcore kinky and sexual ? My character wouldn't mind being crude lovers with other characters in her group I kinda figured that they would be... this is E, right? Hope so i wouldn't mind giving that rogue a good work over I'll go with a fighter, then. And this is E, of course hardcore and kinky make an appearance. Coolonce she/he is approved just jump in, titan can easily role-play your relevance.Oh, buy some healing potions (we suck at it) Creating her now, Kate and Icy. What ever your characters wish to get up to is up to your characters. :) working on NY fighter now, but also busy around the house will be done soon. All done, throwing my creation, Cairn Ashton, to the wolves on the character thread Nice, but you are allowed a masterwork weapon of your choice, :) Ah! Forgot that, thanks! The long sword, of course. Fixing that now. Also gets maps, a horse, and some potions for free (along with one masterwork thing) Missed the horse bit, but remembered the potions. Thanks, Kate! Ok moving the team to join Cain, he will know Titan as he is the Order's agent in the city will have made t himself known a few days ago.Oh, if anyone knows anyone who would be interested in playing a magus to healer girl's fighter please invite them. He. Cairn is a She, no worries. Bah my bad, sorry. You can post now or wait for the others as you wish. Once sword wind has posted I will move the book thread on. I've been of two minds on my combat feats. Power Attack and Cleave are so standard they are almost cliché for new fighters... but given Cairn's background, that of a line soldier tapped for special service, I'm thinking they fit. I'll go with some fancier stuff as I gain levels. All ET bonjour! Hello and good day! Seems like Grover needs some spare hands, so I'll cut to the chase and size questions.-What's needed in the class department?-healer girl, Grover says you need a partner, so do you have any preferences?-Where'd all the character sheets go?(Required dumb question is required.) Nom de Plume, No preference, what do you feel like playing? I'm thinking male, human druid. I have an interesting concept for the character already, though I'm not entirely sure how original it is. Really? Don't be a tease, run it by me! B-But I never get to tease! Fiiiine. The gist of it is that he believes the world he resides in exists only because a very, verycomplex set of laws deems that it can. The concept consumes him. He is constantly trying to apply new rules to his existing dictum and adjusting his theories to compensate-however, he has no idea when a law of the universe is being broken or not, i.e. abbe rations, arcane magics, transplanar portals, Wishes and Miracles, .etc. It has driven him pretty close to the deep end, suffice to say. A helping handful of crazy, super-lawful druid. Yay? Now that sounds interesting. An intellectually uptight, a tightly wound druid? I like it. With an emotionally crippled bodyguard. I like it even more. You're being a druid works on another level, as I was thinking of picking up Ranger as Cairn's next level advancement. Funnily enough, I had the same idea about multiclassing- the character's obsessive nature means he's eventually going to dabble in the arcane, at the very least to understand it. Can anyone say Mystic The urge? That sounds like a very interesting concept, go with it! I have opened an Out of time thread for character interactions outside the normal time of play, like for example the current scene between Chloe and Cairn so that the main thread can continue. Thread is at (Excellent! I was going to suggest something like that. And it's Cairn, not Cain. Cairn, as in pile of rocks, often but not always over a grave. Corrected. :)Healer girl : Such an elegant term for a smut thread. You can also use it for just general conversation between characters, two talking as the party moves if you wish as well as a place to get hot and sweaty. Excellent, an IC chatter thread as well. @Kate:Rouge est un cooler, Cheri. I hate to be that guy but every time I see someone misspell rogue for rouge, I want to yell, "you're saying red in French! You're saying red in French!" Of course, it's not that big a deal. Just thought you should know. :P lol sorry thanks (melts at hearing French) Chloe thought overly await your fleshing of of our flesh-to--flesh encounter, Kate. Take your time. Have to bear down and do some work for pay this morning, will dive back in around soonish, I hope. Well, despite Cairn wearing, uh, nothing, just bearing shield and sword, it's probably best for her to be in front. The others can shoot/cast past her. What is a magnificent ass? {spluttering with laughter, shoulders shaking, face buried in hands)Perfect!OK, let's see what the baddies have in store for us. ADH Lowe (#msg6528243), crashing and burning in a character thread near you! Hey, I think ADH Lowe and Cairn Ashton are a good match." Aodh, I don't CARE about the blockage on the Let line, that Knoll over there sees us!" He's going to be fairly reserved, quipping with weird little phrases that... Well, I don't think a lot of what he actually says is going to make any sense without the context of his thoughts. He'll occasionally be very blunt, even lucid, but it'll come and go-- at least, at first. And then very rarely he's going to completely freak out and curl up into a ball. Can't wait until Grover gives me the green light. A laboratory white-coat thrust into the world, sounds like. "NO EDGE, CAIRN. THERE IS... NO... EDGE.":fetal position:Yeah, this is going to be fun. Nice character, I can work him in after the fight. Oh great, his first sight of hers new bodyguard, she's naked covered in blood. Acid, yikes, jeez. And I like the way everybody is going "She has to know what she's doing." in response to her instinctive reaction to being caught totally by surprise. Yeah, it's all in the confidence... Nom De Plume your opening post is in the bodyguard thread which is here. (Just possibly, ADH's first look at his new bodyguard will be of her nude, bearing sword and shield, helping to kill a bunch of people. I'm a little confused about the next step in the Bodyguard combat-- with Chloe's monologue, if the characters are still being attacked, then Seth will keep plunking daggers around the fighter gleefully; however, if not, she'll hold any further attacks to see their reaction. That ok? Nom de Plume, Very good entry post! Thanks, Healer girl. ’D Nice role playing, Chloe, Seth are now 3rd level. Cairn is approaching but not quite there. AAAA. I had a good bit of my post written up, hit backspace to correct myself, and it went back a page instead. Need to rewrite it now :-(it also will be cleared if any in the page/thread change online status, its best to write long posts up in notepad then paste it once you're done Yay for Chloe and Seth leveling up! And Kate is right, I've had that happen to me more than once. Aodh and Cairn are starting off on the wrong foot, perfect! Yay, thank you for the compliment. Having fun :) To be honest, Healer girl, I was going to have him start on the wrong foot with everyone and call Titan "a rat of a man." But I'm trying to avoid the early grave on this character. Leveled up Good job. I can't wait to level up, although it will be hard to do anything worthwhile at the moment. Nom de Plume, Not to worry, I'm sure the Order carefully briefs bodyguards to expect odd or asocial behavior from some of their charges. Add in cabin's guilt over losing her previous partner, and ADH will have quite a bit of slack with her. And Yay, I figured out how to type an umlaut! Beef. Lackluster post is lackluster. Sorry, my brain isn't running at full capacity today. No worries! It happens to us all. And I know I was a bit brusque in my last post, but I wanted to get Cairn and ADH in step with Chloe and Seth. Absolutely-- it wasn't like you have a great opportunity for expository detail when they're all rushing off in the middle of the night to go for the ship. Also... this is kind of a general request for you all, if you don't mind? I really like it if, occasionally, the people in a group will have a post where they describe what a character looks, smells, acts, etc. like at a specific point. Lately, I don't do it much because a) it seems like I'm being an attention whore if I write a long description of a character's body, movements, etc. or b) it adds to the post length, and lots of people prefer short, direct posts. So what I'm saying is-- if you're the kind of person who wants to either read or write that much detail, feel free! Or let me know via PM, and we can trade detail that way. All up to you! Cool hands wishes to stop one of his feats, so I thought I would put up my thoughts on that which are. My take on feats is that if you have not used a feat then you may switch it to another. However once you have used a feat then you are stuck with it as it where. So if you concept of your character is changing then you may switch its projected path. That sounds perfect to me! I'm still ruminating over my choice of Power Attack and Cleave feats. But, to be fair to the others, we should not be allowed to suddenly switch to a feat that will help our character in his/her current encounter. Pick up the feat afterward, sure, but not during the action. ADH casts Magic Fang on Madsen while the necromancer is monologist. Yay for villainous tropes! Of course where is the fun being evil if you do not get to do your set speech? I just realized I have no idea how to use the dice roller. ERK.NEVERLAND FIGURED IT OUT NOTHING TO SEE HERE FOLKS The bodies have little of interest, mundane weapons etc. apart from Masterwork lock picks.23 GP 16 SP 17 caption of Spider climb. Cairn makes it to third level. Cool, thanks for the loot, guardians, I assume you both will be the ones looting the bodies, so you both can distribute the treasure as you both deem fit :) I umm posted him in the characters for ya GM. I hope he works if not I can fix it. FOOT level up! Seth/Icy gets the lock picks and the potion. We can split the money if she likes. - I'm not a hard case about items, it makes sense she gets those. Do those aboard the ship wish to have a group interaction, or shall I move you on to arriving at the port? Your characters may want to get to know each other? Either way I am fine with. Are we actually aboard now? Just checkin' Yes you are at sea. :)Lusty sailors abound. ;) Lots of seamen then? Seamen everywhere one looks?OK, sorry, joking aside-- help? I think I lost track of the chain of events here. What I thought happened: The troupe arrived at the docks just before dawn, then there was a scuffle with zombies and a monologue-prone villains, haha! We win, search the thugs and get aboard the spray-- Once they made deck, they shoved off-- must be around daybreak. Am I right? Chloe turned in to prep spells and whatnot, and apparently exhausted from all the fighting, running, riding, fucking, etc., went to sleep. Meanwhile, Seth chatted briefly with Cairn and checked the ship. Then, probably still quite early morning, Seth cleaned up, fell into her bunk after a sleepless, bloody night before, and tries to snatch some fitful sleep.airlift? Correct me where I'm wrong, and edit in what you want. oh, I think you may be let me read it again for some reason i thought you were awake, "She tucks the Kurt and sheath against her body, then sets about one last check of the decks."(Which means I thought I may bump into you on deck)as far as what I thought happened What I thought happened: The troupe arrived at the docks just before dawn, then there was a scuffle with zombies and a monologue-prone villains, haha! We win, search the thugs and get aboard the spray-- Once they made deck, they shoved off-- must be around daybreak. Am I right? Chloe turned in to prep spells and whatnot, and apparently exhausted from all the fighting, running, riding, fucking, etc., went to sleep. Meanwhile, Seth chatted briefly with Cairn and checked the ship. - Right so far from what I understand. I thought you were getting ready for sleep but choose to move about the deck just before getting sleep yourself (while I slept you prepared your armor, got acquainted with the ship etc., so probably a few hours pass, so midday-is could be a fair guess or early afternoon. I assumed we (or at least my character) is exhausted, confused, overwhelmed and a little lost. The captain has the two quelled messages, but no sign of the captain tall, spec Seth would be pretty exhausted, she hasn't slept in a while and has been all go for ages, if Seth isn't exactly in a mood to talk → Fair enough that track with my understanding of events. I'll post After Nom de Plume does. Go ahead and post, Healer. ADH got railroaded a bit, and now I'm having a hard time writing for him, so you shouldn't wait up. For all intents and purposes, he's locked himself in his private cabin to work. The dog's outside. I think it is a good time to ask is everyone happy with the mix of role play and combat ? What more or less of either? Quote from: Kate on 16-07-2012, 05:26:25I thought you were getting ready for sleep but choose to move about the deck just before getting sleep yourself (while I slept you prepared your armor, got acquainted with the ship etc., so probably a few hours pass, so midday-is could be a fair guess or early afternoon. I assumed we (or at least my character) is exhausted, confused, overwhelmed and a little lost. The captain has the two quelled messages, but no sign of the captain tall, spec Seth would be pretty exhausted, she hasn't slept in a while and has been all go for ages, if Seth isn't exactly in a mood to talk =Sgt; Fair enough makes sense :) I'm pretty happy with the way things are going. I thought we were killing the insects a bit quick, but when it poisoned extent for strength damage, I was like, oh shit. I actually got quite worried. Great game so far. I'm excited to check out the ruins. It would be interesting if we all met up at some point - that way the gm can focus more of his efforts on some super scenes. I agree great game so far :) I don't know how wise it'd be to throw eight people into the same adventure with a system game. Mind you, that's the opinion I've gathered from mediums that run a little quicker, but it'd still get kind of crowded. I have to second cool hands, though. We're bull rushed through the last story (at least the end bit.) That resulted in Kate dictating him using the magic stone sand handing over the message from the Order. It's both things I'd have done, and obviously she didn't take any liberties with the character*, but I would have appreciated being able to write that myself.*Kate, I should really note that ADH isn't the... Teacher/Guru type you seem to depict from Chloe's standpoint. He's a crazy hermit who writes aloof stuff, most of it fairly useless, but some of it being the nuggets of truth that bookish mages love to deal with. Also, did I mention he's crazy? Because he's crazy, and anyone who's dealt with him for longer than an hour knows that. I'd understand if Chloe just heard third hand about some druid called "Beyond" who spouted on about magic, but could you make her a little less... I don't know, respectful (I honestly don't know what word would be appropriate in this situation (also, I really don't mean any offense- I think some things just got lost in translation.)) Cairn is pretty sure ADH is a nut fallen from the strangest tree of the deepest forest. Which is fine. Nom de Plume, I'm waiting on your post post. Oh, and what Nom de Plume says about crowding, yes. I always had trouble running things with 8 people when tabletop Going. Creshnagarine and Karate when you are ready to leave just post that you have reached the stables, no rush as your characters are getting to know each other. I'll probably do that next post. Awesome job DM, I was thinking we would never see jack again, this could turn out to be very satisfying. Also are bye and k'Kristi heading straight to the ruins where our next mission is or are they meeting us in the city. Healer girl this may be helpful (will meet up at the village of Little Meadow I found that one thanks, but what I need is what the normal feat advancement track is for everybody. You normal gain feats at level 3,6,9,12,15, and 18 Hello, Coolhands is correct. One character feat is given for all levels divisible by three. Cresh, Thank you! I was almost sure that was the case, but just could not find the relevant rule to save my skin! I saw the little sneak! Furthermore, I'm reluctant to post out of turn, but can I give an alarm, let the others know IC that an intruder is aboard? And I had planned to choose Alertness for my next General feat anyway. Cairn will be kicking herself for not spotting the thing when it landed in the rigging. Bodyguards are supposed to notice things like that. I will not use it during the current encounter, of course. This will work well in terms of character development. Cairn's anger at her own lack of professionalism (self perceived, at least) will spur her to pay more attention to her surroundings. Go ahead and post, Healer. At this point the only thing I can do is, "uh, ADH keeps staring at the ocean?" Double posting to clarify for my next post-- since it's the next day, ADH's spell list has changed from the one I put as a footnote a little while's back. Hence, why he can cast light.CBA to go find my book and put together another spell list at two in the morning though. Hmm, poor Jack I do not think that Extent and Beak are the forgive and forget types. Not even a little bit *just grins* Forgive and forget? He. Cairn would be going "Let you go? What the hell for? You just took one good try at my charge, why give you another chance?" And then she nails him/her to the ground with her sword through his/her throat. Now, the defeated foe might have some information worth a life, but Cairn wouldn't wait to hear it unless she was ordered to. If anyone's wondering why ADH prepared Bear's Endurance on a boat, let me ask you; have you ever seen a bear get seasick? ;) I hope I never do... Now I'm picturing a large bear heaving over the side, hugging the railing...which suddenly give way, pitching the poor beast over the side. No, I'm not diving in after it. And thank you Nom! Cairn is at 20 con, 42 HP for two minutes. Also +2 Fortitude. Centipedes have a poisonous bite. Searching the remains of the creature you will find two more centipede statues giving the party three. To use them you merely throw onto the ground and indicate the target. Each statue becomes a Fiendish Monstrous Centipede, Medium. If they are killed the statue shatters and it has gone. Once the target dies or the caster dies then the centipedes revert to their statue form. In effect, you can keep using them until they are destroyed. I tend to wait until everyone in a scene has posted before I post. So if you have nothing to post could you drop a note into the IOC so that I can move the scene on, many thanks. Sorry I have been absent, it was a busy weekend. I'll try and get a post up and smash that sneaky bastard tonight Was also occupied today, got the last piece of my new PC and had to run around setting up wireless networks and build a gaming rig. Haven't even been able to plug the damn thing in yet. I feel your pain, Nom de Plume. I had my internet/play laptop in the box for DAYS before got around to cracking it out of the packaging. Real Life just, well... I won't say it sucks because :-[I kinda like doing that :-[but... Real Life is a colossal pain sometimes, let's just put it that way. I thought it would be more interesting for the critical hit on Extent to knock him down rather than inflict more damage. Chloe, Seth, Cairn and ADH move your characters to 4th level as things are going to get easier, did I say easier, hmm slight lie but there you go. Can you please post your char alterations in this thread as well as updating your sheets? Ie HP +5, Bad +1 etc. Sheet updated: (3: Swashbuckler (increased BAD to +2, fort save to +3, got Grace +1, HP, and Weapon Focus (rapier)Level 4: Swashbuckler (increased BAD to +3, ref. Save to +3, will to +1, insightful strike, ability increase (DEX to 17) Sorry for double posting... is it possible that she ship might have a (AHEM) side thread after that first night? #msg6420471 (#msg6420471)Hp + 4Bab +1Will + 1Changed spell 1st level obscuring mist to silent image)New spell: 2nd level: *command undead Skills*Concentration (Con) +1, 4 ranks = +5*Knowledge (arcane) (Int) +1, 4 Ranks= +5*Spell craft (Int) +1, 4 Ranks = +5*Craft (Glass-slithery) (Int) +1, 4 ranks = + 5+1 charisma G - I assume due to my background of glassmaking you likely would recommend / choose Shatter as my second level spell (tell me if otherwise)but just one thing. We have collected short swords / daggers / leather armor and stuff from the creature that Seth cleaved in two plus a bag of gems as well as potions of spider climb etc. Can either) That be ok to change into gold - considerable for us to buy enchanted items (we don't ave a cleric so swords that hit ghosts / blessed etc. could be handy, better armor, rings. I was happy for my portion to be given to my guardian as she is between me and trouble (and would use cool armor / hot swords constantly) and 10 percent of the fraction of the 1/2 for my side - I would buy some scrolls / potions. Adoh and Cain get 1/2, and can spend it in the marketplace as they deem fit.Orb) You just assume we go to the market and try and liquidate all the loot we have accumulated so far, and you assign us magical items you feel is suitable for the challenges ? (my fraction give to Seth's character so she has ideally better armor + sword and a ring or something), and just give me some more potions / assorted scrolls ? Icy, there is an Out-Of-Time thread for more personal interaction - of all sorts - between characters. (The new and improved Cairn, 4th Level fighter: +5 hp to 41 I rolled a one, for the love of God! +3 for con, +1 for favored class. BAB is now +4FOrtitude save is now +4 Bonus fighter feat:Combat reflexes Sills: Swim is now +2, Climb is now +4, Jump is now +2 - I put one in each of those. Cairn doesn't have much to do other than work out while aboard ship. Likely with Seth, I imagine the two of them spend a fair amount of time chasing each other through the rigging, maybe swimming beside the ship. (Cairn and ADH will end up talking at some point, she has to figure out what makes him tick, the out of time thread will be perfect for that. (I think a house rule on HP is called for as Healer girl is not the dice God's favorite person. You may take one of the following options.1/. Throw the dice and hope.2/. Take .5 of the dice (i.e. D6 gives you 3)Then add any + for con etc. to the result. You can apply this rule retrospectively if you wish but any level increase from now you have to take 1 or 2. Kate you know that one of your opponents is a powerful Necromancer so it would be natural for Chloe to pick a spell effective against the Undead. So if you wish to take Command Undead that is fine. As for Goodies, I am loath to pick for your characters. I assume that you all have a mental construct of your characters and thus their acquisitions should reflect this. Even if for example Cairn would be better served say with a mace to Healer girl she is a swordswoman so a sword she should have. There is a market in the City, so your character may go shopping, cashing in your loot, gems etc. will give you a pot of 8000gp to split as you wish.NB. A veteran would comment that the more generous the order is, the bigger the fan and the pile of shit that is about to hit it. Sweet we finally got him. That could not have worked out much better, he stayed alive so long like a coward. Well played Grovercjuk, I'm going to take you up on our very generous offer of a retro HP boost, thank you, Cairn'sh P will now be 45. As to loot, no worries, coin and gems, Cairn would want that divvied up properly, but items, unless it's something spectacularly useful to her, it can just go in the pot for all she cares. And yes, when Cairn heard tell of the mission stipend her thought was likely "Bloody hell, what are we heading into?" Ado, Cain you have 4000 GP (combined), to do with as you both fit.-------------------For Seth (Chloe's guardian and Chloe)-------------------4000 upsold Masterwork Rapier = 20 (Replaced by masterwork alchemical silver rapier)Sold Kurt = 8 ((Replaced by masterwork alchemical silver Kurt))Sold Studded leather = 25Purchased Mikhail shirt 1,100 GP. Purchased Masterwork (+300) Alchemical Silver (+90) Rapier 20 GP = 410 purchased Masterwork (+300) Alchemical Silver (+90) Kurt 8 GP = 398 total cost 2 x 390 = 800–20 =780 (cost of upgrading Seth's weapons)+ 1100 (Mikhail shirt purchased)- 25 (leather armor sold) = 1855From 4000, leaving 2145Purchased "Broach of Healing light"Small ivory brooch that can act as overburning torch via command word and when held calmly (when not doing another action) Heals the user 1 hit point per round. Price: cure minor wounds = both level spell (cure minor wounds) x level 1 caster x 2000 (contain)+ 110 (everburningtorch) x 0.75= Total cost 2085From 2145, leaving 60Sethi Purchases complete. Start of Chloe's purchases Purchase: Scroll-Protection from evil (25 GP)From 60, leaving 35Purchase 1 x Holy water 25 = 25Purchase 1 x vial of acid = 10 from 35, leaving 0 spend of Chloe's purchases--------------------------------------------------Total PurchasesSethi purchases:a) Mikhail shirt (sold the leather)b) Masterwork Alchemical Silver Rapier (previous sold)b) Masterwork Alchemical Silver Kurt (previous sold)c) *Ivory Broach of Healing light*: acts as Overburning torch on command (unlimited) and can heal 1 hp per round when held calmly (unlimited)(How it looks can be up to Icy)Seth total cost 3940 Chloe purchased:a) A scroll of protection from evil) 1 x holy water vial) 1 x vial of acid. Chloe total cost 60 total 4000 GP updating skills (forgot that when leveled up) / attribute inc / adding purchased items / selecting "command undead" as my level 2 spell oppsforgot that Seth's prey masterwork rapier is worth more than 20 will update asap Prey Seth's Rapier worth 300 GP more than I thought. For Seth -Sell Masterwork Lock picks = 100Buy Adamantine Masterwork Lock picks 100 + (i.e. two picks) 60gp x 2 = 120 = 220 pie upgrade cost = 120 buy Tangle foot bag 50 buy Magnifying Glass = 100 leaving 20 GP------------------------Total Seth's upgrade / purchases-------------------------------------UpgradesMithril shirt (no longer has leather armor)Masterwork Alchemical Silver Rapier (no longer has her old one)Masterwork Alchemical Silver Kurt (no longer has her old one)Masterwork Adamantine lock pick set. (no longer has her normal masterwork set)New:Ivory Broach of Healing light Fine (superb leather/craftsmanship) set of leather gloves (2gp)Fine (superb leather/craftsmanship) set of leather boots (2gp)Magnifying GlassTanglefoot Bassett adds 10 GP to her purse----------------------------------------Chloe gains----------------------------------1 x Vial of Acid1 x Holy water flask1 x Scroll of protection from evil+ 6 GP to her purse (i.e. 20 GP - 2 fine boots for Seth, - 2 fine gloves for Seth, - 10 GP Seth's purse) Icy, Instead of the tangle foot bag you can have your ivory brooch, not ivory at all but a silver holy symbol (+25gp)which is of exquisite design (say double the cost of a normal holy silver object i.e. 50 GP - the price of the tangle foot bag, (I can make marbles, and bags of them which sort of act similarly, not as effectively but still does the same thing)Not that you can use a holy symbol like a cleric or a pally, but it likely WOULD be something like that(i.e. believability / theme reasons) and of course look cooler (worth 50 GP any day)A broach which is a slim stylish Silver leaf or flower perhaps ? Um, that sounds good-- my brain isn't working too well right now, but I trust yours and the DM's judgment As far as I know I created the brooch correctly. See: (main spell - (I did sell everything at the value that one would purchase the item, however to counter that I do have high charisma and didn't do any appraisal checks for prices to be x percent lower over all. The value we are spending is a magnitude more than what we sold anyway so I thought it over all reasonable But of course this needs G to approve. Are the lock picks being sold? Seth might want to hang on to them. I'm sorry folks, but I'm tendering my resignation here. It looks like I'm going to be a helluva lot busier in the coming months and my interest in this game has taken a hit. I hope you guys have fun in my stead, and anyone who's interested has free rein to throw ADH to the wolves. Real Life happens Nom DDE plume, and must always come first. I hope to be able to write with you again! Thanks Nom DDE plume for letting us know. Poor Cairn already lost a Magus and about to lose another. I will put up the advert again see if we can get a replacement for Cairn to protect. The items purchased are fine. Sorry to hear that norm, your role playing is excellent- if another doesn't appear know we love cairn :) G - can) the current purchases made above be approved ?b) Can you assign Cairn her cash ? Can she get 2000 or 4000 GP / whatever ? Quote from: Kate on 28-07-2012, 00:52:48G - can a) the current purchases made above be approved ? Approved) Can you assign Cairn her cash ? Can she get 2000 or 4000 GP / whatever ? I would imagine that Cairn would be holding their share for safety. :) 4K gold? Fifty to the pound, 80 pounds, we need to convert this to gems, that'a LOT of weight. Nom de Plume-- I'd love to write with you some other time. Good luck with what's ahead for you. Any of you know a writer who would be interested in joining us as Cairn's magus? Question for the ruins group, shall we do a slight fudge in that Beak and Extent arrive at the inn, learn about the farmer and his quest and hurry to catch up and do so before you enter the tower? Hello. Karasu and I are in agreement that this would be a fine way to hurry this along. Anxiously awaiting their arrival. Your friend, Creshnagarine That sounds fine to me, i don't mind joining up with them. I don't need any extra time to get equipment, I'm set for the time being. We can move there whenever you want to.Also, a question for the people I'm working with, what do you want out of the party cleric. I would love to hear your input as to what you would like me to do in the party, so I can plan my leveling up accordingly. I'm not optimized for healing, but I can still do it pretty well. So let me know what you think. Quote from: grovercjuk on 23-07-2012, 23:15:01Searching the remains of the creature you will find two more centipede statues giving the party three. To use them you merely throw onto the ground and indicate the target. Each statue becomes a Fiendish Monstrous Centipede, Medium. If they are killed the statue shatters and it has gone. Once the target dies or the caster dies then the centipedes revert to their statue form. In effect, you can keep using them until they are destroyed. Which Character is carrying your allies? Can you update your character sheets for Extent and Beak as they are third level? To summarize we now have. The temple of the Moon. Chloe 4thSethi 4thCairn. 4th. Ruined Tower. Beldak 3rdHextehe 3rdKye 2ndK’Kristi 2nd. I'll get my character updated and have something posted by tonight with luck Level updates for Beak- Hit points increased from 17 to 25- Base attack bonus raised from +1 to +2- Reflex save increased to +1–4 skill points gained, 2 put into spell craft, and 2 into knowledge (religion)- gained 2 level 2 spells and a level 2 domain spell still have to choose my feat, I'm on the fence between destruction devotion or imbued healing the first lets me remove one point of AC from an enemy I hit with a melee attack. Or the other adds bonuses to my healing, such as when I cast a heal spell the subject gains bonus to attack or damage rolls.I may end up taking both at some point but what would my team find more useful at the moment Cool hands, That's a tough choice indeed. Hmm. Well, at this point, do you see your character as a direct and active combatant or as a support asset for the others? If a direct combatant, go with the first. IF a source of support, go with the second. If all else fails, flip a coin. Seriously. If the result that comes up isn't the choice you want to make, you'll feel a strong urge to flip it again, and you'll know which choice you really want to make! I think a bonus to your healing ability is a great "default/panic button" option that histone bird with one stone well plus some. This takes care of yourself as well as other sand lets others do the damage / care for other issues for your not alone :) So are the ruins team going to rescue the cow or to 'talk' to the farmer? Save the cow. Sorry i didn't make it clear, i meet we should go find the farmer after we get the cow Save the cow, cool. So if you could post how and where you enter and what you do then we can have some hopefully interesting times. Hello DM, I posted up an action which means we are entering from the main gate, but using the wall for cover and concealment. Your friend, Creshnagarine Would anyone in the ruins party be interested in creating a Clerical character to play in the other party?Otherwise, I am going to have to create a NPC which is not as much fun. Or instead G - to keep things moving quickly how about that the order can spare 2 warriors only (not as many as we asked for)under Cairn's command (She is the warrior). But they happen to both be decent paladins (level 3 or so or JUST 1 that is level 5) with decent armor, who also is stocked with heaps of potions themselves (remove curse / lesser restoration / remove disease / remove / holy water / cure light wounds / bless etc.). This means we have muscle (which we need), who are tolerant of undead effects and possession etc. (ideal) and that can help us out in minor clerical ways (i.e. cure us of whatever). But Cairn plays them as NPC / hirelings (gives them commands, but you can veto / interject at any time for plot reasons). Freeing you / others to progress with the plot line :) Sadly all the hard cases went off to fight leaving basically just Garrison troops, however if we get no takers then I have an idea for a NPC. Npa surprise is always cool What is the distance between the party and the kobolds To the tower about 100 yes, to the outbuilding 60 yes. Healer girl, you also get an increased attribute every 4 level sand you have 4000 GP spend in the markets before you arrived at the time. We had 8000 GP (1/2 for Seth and i and 1/2 for cairn and ado but Ado just wondered off to some enchanting music or something)That leaves Cairn with 4000 GP. Go shopping girl ! That enough to get plate mail +2 (about 4000 GP) or something Note sure how masterwork + enchantments work. IE if you have a +1 enchanted masterwork armor (+1 due to it being masterwork, +1 due to a magical bonus) is that the same as plus 2 armor ? But you can get a sword or something cool with 4000 GP. Treasure people ! Remember gems and cash and what it can do ? I trust you :) If possible, some gloves of dexterity would be beneficial down the road... eventually, a perhaps of intelligence would help too, if the character development works out the way I'm hoping it to. I also like unique, cool items that we don't see in the books... things that the DM makes up/modifies on their own. Furthermore, I like the ivory broach that you'd picked out, Kate. Furthermore, I kind of figure it's an even ivory carving, an artistic figure silhouette. If you like different items, you should check out the complete scoundrel if you haven't already. A lot of neat items for rouges. Quote from: Icy on 04-08-2012, 19:40:49I trust you :) If possible, some gloves of dexterity would be beneficial down the road... eventually, a perhaps of intelligence would help too, if the character development works out the way I'm hoping it to. I also like unique, cool items that we don't see in the books... things that the DM makes up/modifies on their own. I like the ivory broach that you'd picked out, Kate. Furthermore, I kind of figure it's an even ivory carving, an artistic figure silhouette. You have the 3 statues I presume? It would better for the team to pick Amber's spells, she is 4th level so that gives you3 first, 2 second plus 1 first and 1 second from her domains which are Good and Healing. Amber's Stuff and Spells - candidate domains good / healing5 x 0th create water purify food / waterlightread magic detect magic3+1 x 1stCommandBless water Comprehend languagesProt evil (domain)2+1 x 2ndAugury MF zone of truth cure mod wounds (domain)------ ------ Stuff------ ------Worn Masterwork Armor (Studded Leather)Masterwork Staff Masterwork Sling Masterwork Dagger Silk Tunic/Surat-of-the-order (loose white silk worn over the armor that has the Orders signal in gold thread)Fine leather gloves Fine leather riding boots Pendant (about leather necklace): Stone Holy Symbol (god / goddess of good and healing)Coin Pouch: 20 gold Handy haversack, Containing: Main Haversack Pouch: Rations for 1 week2 x Water-skin / steel bowl + travel utensils Flint and Steel Silk rope 100 ftBedrollKnifeSoap / bone-comb / steel mirror Cleric Vestments: Summer Robes (Order emblem) Cleric Vestments Cleric Vestments: Winter Robes (Order emblem)Canvas Water-proof Map case containing:Maps (assorted)Blank paper (10 sheets)3 x Quills and traveling ink-vial and Blotting sandlotter-Wax rod (seals)Spyglass Left Haversack Pouch: Potion Pouch, containing:3x lesser restoration remove fear Scroll Case, containing:2x neutralize poison remove paralysis Remove Blindness/Deafness Remove Curse Remove Disease Right Haversack Pouch: Component bag (weightless due to in haversack)10 x sets x powdered silver (bless water)10 x sets of marked bones (for Augury)Incense sticks (for meditation)3 large candles (for meditation)Wooden Holy Symbol (Prayer/beads)------ ------ ------ ------ ------ This is looking to be another good fight. I can Handel the ones in the barn, I have a nice trick for them, so don't worry about beak. You can focus on getting inside.I'll have a post up later tonight Nice work Kate however another of Amber's secrets is that she is a member of the Pact of the New Moon. So Metal Armour and a sliver weapon is a no no. Pact of the New Moon Consists solely of lycanthropes sworn to Selene, carrying out the most secretive and violent aspects of Selene's work. Selene grants these lycanthropes abilities other lycanthropes lack, such as an ability to speak in animal form, also allowing her followers to invoke prayers and cast spells, rapid shape-shifting and increased strength. Changed Masterwork Armor (Studded Leather)Masterwork Sling Masterwork Staff Masterwork Dagger Stone holy symbol pendant (Spare wooden one in her haversack) OH God, Cairn is bodyguard for a temple Wet Work operative.4000 gold! Foot! Prowling the equipment list even now. Nice idea with the barrel, that turned on me quickly. I feel like I should yell'fore'. Should I make the reflex save before my next turn? I'll post the reflex save here for now, until I can write a post. Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide Roll Result: cool hands rolled: 1d20, adding 1to the total Comment: reflex save against barrel Result: 17Total: 18 The Helmet of the Guardian has three spells that the wearer can cast once per day. DarkVision. Freedom of Movement. Invisibility Purge. Duration/range is the level needed to cast the spell + 2 levels. As well as functioning as a helmet it also gives the wearer +1 on all fortitude saves. OH, that's a nifty toy! Seth acquired.4 * Cure light wounds.1 * Cure medium wounds.2 * Cats Grace.1 * Long strider2 * Shield6 * Holy Water1 * Young man's innocence. I'll be out for a couple of days, leaving my laptop behind at the request of my Luddite husband, will be back on Friday Quote from: Healer girl on 08-08-2012, 00:17:40I'll be out for a couple of days, leaving my laptop behind at the request of my Luddite husband, will be back on Friday worries, thanks for letting us know. I will find something interesting for Chloe and Seth to amuse them until you get back. Quote from: grovercjuk on 07-08-2012, 23:42:02Sethi acquired.4 * Cure light wounds.1 * Cure medium wounds.2 * Cats Grace.1 * Long strider2 * Shield6 * Holy Water1 * Young man's innocence. C'mon... it was worth it for the kid, right? Holy crap Icy nice work ! Go Seth ! Quote from: Icy on 08-08-2012, 02:25:03C'Mon... it was worth it for the kid, right? Hot sex with an experienced woman of course, discovering that she did it so that she could rob the place maybe not so. Then again next time he might think with his brain instead of his cock. I was wondering, are we supposed to look in the monster manual for information or is it considered to be meta-gaming. If you wish to look then feel free. Healer girl is back Friday so if Chloe and Seth wish a moment together then we can continue on Friday. Hey cool hands, You looking up kobolds. LOL. Icy, Chloe has very "guy" thoughts at the moment, does she have your permission to link to about of time thread ? Quote from: Creshnagarine on 10-08-2012, 03:24:06Hey cool hands, You looking up kobolds. LOL. Yes I am, lots of good info, plus I love all the pictures in the book. I updated my post to include a standard action based on info given to me by the DM. Just in case anyone wonders how I found this stuff. Quote from: Kate on 10-08-2012, 03:34:29Ixy, Chloe has very "guy" thoughts at the moment, does she have your permission to link to about of time thread ? I think that's best :) I'll post a reply, and we can pick up in another thread, just I'm me to let me know which one The Silver Rose out of time thread: (To make it a real choice for Cairn if she just walks away then Amber will shift back to human form in due course. But the curse of the Moon cat will remain.However, if she enters the blade storm and survives thus breaking the curse then Cairn will be changed by the event, in a way that the player may or not approve. Walk away? Oh, no, no. After losing two charges, she's not about to lose number three. Good for you healer girl, no fear, I have a feeling this is going to be epic heroism. Oh, dear. I have some guesses as to what has happened to Cairn, and I look forward to finding out how close I am. Well done, Grovercjuk! Cairn is now fighter 4 / Moon blade 1Additional hit points 10. Constitution +1. Fighting under Moonlight +1 BAD +1 on all saving throws. (Raises with levels)Moon armor, Armour bonus 7, max DEX 5, weight 20lbs. Moonblade. +1, +2 versus evil (Raises with levels.) Levels raise as gift from Selene for actions she approves off. Quote from: Healer girl on 12-08-2012, 23:48:15Oh dear. I have some guesses as to what has happened to Cairn, and I look forward to finding out how close I am. Well done, Grovercjuk! Thank you, I forget to mention that as in effect a Paladin of Selene Cairn has now inherited a new collection of enemies such as the followers of Star. :) LMAO! Well, of course!" Shar?" Cairn snarled it as she slammed the edge of her shield into the face of a charging fanatic. "What the hell is a Star?" Selene's eternal foe is the evil goddess Star, and she battles her ceaselessly on many planes of existence, both through mortal worshipers and servitor creatures. The undying enmity between the two goddesses predates the existence of most, if not all, of the present-day existing Peruvian deities. The enmity between Star and Selene carries into their priesthoods, such that open battle often occurs when followers of each faith meet. Shar has a secret order called the "Dark Justices". In order to gain admittance to the order, a priest of Star has to have killed a priest of Selene. Chloe's party ready to move on? I am, I was just waiting on Icy or Kate to post. Healer girl have you updated Cairn? Will soon :) Ruins. I have assumed that you have taken cover, do you wish to wait and see that they do? If not then post your attack posts. Port.Are you waiting for a moving on post or do you wish to do some more character interaction? Give us a moving on post please :") I apologize. I'm having to drop out due to real life circumstances. Np OK Kate and Healer girl thought son how you want to proceed? Well, we are down to a pair... I certainly don't mind being Chloe's bodyguard in the least. Have something happen to Amber, not saying she has to die, something to put her out of action and cause the entity that gave Cairn her new abilities a reason to use Cairn as a tool for revenge against our mutual nemesis. *paces* sounds good What are we waiting on in our group, if it's me and I overlooked it I apologize OK moving on. :)Healer girl and Kate, a fudge post, so the situation is as follows. Chloe is in the garden, (I am sure Kate can come up with a good reason.) and finds a rather odd looking child approaching her. Cairn will arrive before the child reaches her. Any reason why people not posting? Made my post, I'm just waiting on others. Still actively watching Skies I will move the game on Tues night as it is not fair to keep players waiting. Hello might I be able to join? And me please... I have an idea for a young wizard :-) Prairie, Sent if you wish to get your heads together and come up with a pair, one magical one not. :) Working on it now. Are we allowed Gary the Plant too? Thank you to all that replied, it seems that the bulk of people are still in :) (Still waiting to hear from Kate)Hopefully two new players as well so let's get this show back on the road and do some posting. Im keen is it my turn to post ? Actually Grow can you accelerate us somewhere - I think we may need you to move us X hours into the future for us to be flowing again Ok owing to various RL issues I have unfortunately not been around much.However, life is back on an even keel, so I would like to push this game on, are the players still out there? I'm still in, ill have a post up soon

Order of the Silver Rose - OOC|rating:3.0

To far undercover.

Thomas Reynolds was a man that stood at 6' 2". His light brown hair was always kept trimmed short, and was only long enough to barely grab. The square jaw had just the slightest bit of hair growing on it, enough to cover his face in a five o'clock shadow. Dark green eyes roamed around taking in the details of the room Tom sat in while he was being briefed. Today Tom was wearing a light blue suit with black pin stripes. Basic black dress pants and a leather belt finished his attire. Tom was a C.I.A. agent who had been informed that he was to go undercover in the Mafia as a traitor who wants to sell secrets about a new weapon the government is using to bring down large groups of men without killing them. In truth, there was no weapon but this Mafia queen didn't need to know that. Tom was supposed to make something up and gain her trust. Tom on the other hand wasn't so sure he could do that. After his briefing Tom went home to change then hit the gym. He walked into Howard's Gym wearing white gym shoes, baggy black track pants and a white tee shirt. Every day at nine p.m. Tom went to the same gym and did a full body workout. He was told to go about his regular workout and that the Mafia leader would meet him there. She would know who he was based on his spotless white gym shoes and wrist weights. Tom wondered what the woman looked like, his gaze shifted to every woman in the gym. Some using weights, machines and others using the treadmill like he was. Thomas had been running for well over an hour when the buzzer on the front door went off, alerting the workers and others that someone had either entered or left the gym. Melina Montague looked at her informant and squinted her deep yellow eyes. "This is a first for you Simon." She popped her fingers and looked at that picture. He was good-looking, smart, and looked way too clean to be a snitch. Worse than a snitch, a treacherous snitch. "If you are wrong, you know you are dead." She handed him the two hundred dollars and Simon, a little weasel of man skedaddled out of sight. Telina, better known as Ms. T, walked over to the black Cadillac. As she pulled into the gym, she wondered if this was a good idea. But thought nothing of it as she checked her gun concealed within her jacket. Locked and loaded, ready to go. She opened the door and Sal looked up. "Ms. T." His voice held the weariness within it. "I ... I don't have the money yet." Telina smiled and nodded her head toward him. "Not today Sal. Not today." She looked for the man that she was supposed to meet and spotted him immediately. Well he was definitely not what she was expecting for this area. But he looked like his picture, and she would go ahead and see what he had for her. Coming up behind him, she pointed her gun to his back. "Move quickly and don't make a scene. Move now!" Thomas stopped running on the treadmill and almost put his hands up. The cold of the gun dug into his back, causing him to stiffen up almost instantly. "Wow...in a public place full of people. You must be Ms. T." He added and stepped off the machine. "I'm going to head outside weather you like it or not. I don't want anyone getting hurt while we are talking." Walking quickly, like he was told to do, Thomas moved out of the building and to his car. The green sedan sat alone in the back of the parking lot. "So do all your dates start like this?" Thomas asked and placed his hands on the hood of his car while waiting for her next demand. He still had no idea what this woman looked like but if her voice gave any clue at all, she was attractive. He raised an eyebrow and slowly started to turn his head to look at her. "Do you want my info or not?" He asked and flashed a toothy smile. "If you don't want what I am selling I can take what I know to someone else. I just thought this would help you send a message without losing ammo." He just gave her a bit of what she would be looking for to lure her in. Melina put her gun away. "I own this neighborhood. No one gets hurt unless I say they do." She turned him around quickly after patting him down from head to toe. As she turned him around, she patted the front. As she got to his package, she smirked. "Hmm, interesting. You got a mouth on you. Remember, one wrong word and your dead. So I suggest you put up or shut up." Telina was small, but she packed a punch. Standing only at 5'4, built more like a mother with wider curves, she would have been mistaken for a soft-hearted woman if she didn't wear clothing that showed off her tattoos and her gun most of the time. Her bleached out blonde hair always showed her dark roots. But she didn't care, that's what she liked." Now, do you have the information or not?" She didn't have patience for stinking games. Either you had what she needed or she was out. It was that simple in her world.(Thomas grunted and closed his eyes as Melina patted his package. "Mmm power is hot... I'm only carrying one weapon on me." He smirked and looked her up and down. She looked good. Tom admitted and licked his lips." I have the information. It's not going to be cheap." Thomas added and took a step to the side to get his way from being backed against his car. "I'm not going to give it here though, and I want to work with you." He added before nodding to his car." Am I driving you or are you driving me?" Thomas asked. He wasn't going to start giving his false information out on the street, no matter how much she may have asked him to. Melina looked at Thomas. "You got balls man." She grabbed his ear and brought him down to her eye level. "Let's get something very clear. I am not playing with you. If you so much as move again without me, you are dead." She let her tone show just how serious she was. She was the boss. Always the boss and no one ever acted like this toward her before. It was refreshing in a way but dangerous too." Gabe." She said as she pushed the little earpiece on. "5th and Grand." She held Thomas just like this until Gabe came by." You and Joey take Thomas here to the plaza. I'll be right behind you." She patted Thomas one more time on his head. "Be good. Any trouble with my guys, and they have permission to end your life." With that, she walked away and got into her car. "Shit what the hell?" He called out as Melina grabbed her ear and pulled him down to her level. "O.K. I get it..." Thomas winced and bit his lip. She was dangerous and clearly commanded respect. He respected that but if she kept on attacking him like this he would lash out at her. As the two men pulled up to her and grabbed Thomas he sat in the car and watched as the street passed by. Already Tom was starting to regret not bringing a gun. The two of these guys were massive. And being in Melina's home could cause some serious problems. Gabe drove the ratty old car. "Dude, you seriously need a new ride. This is ridiculous." He could barely keep up with Melina. "Word to the wise, don't cross her. Last guy that did, no one has found him." They pulled through the woods and came to a Spanish style mission home. Pulling the car next to Melina's Gabe got out. "Get him inside before Melina gets in. She will be pissed off if she has to wait." Telina stepped out of the car. Moving into the house, she took off her jacket. "Now," Melina started as she saw Thomas standing in the foyer. Gabe and Joey stood behind him, "I am going to give you to the benefit of the doubt that you actually know something." She came over to him and slapped him hard. "That is for making me wait." She slapped him again. "That is for being arrogant." She stood, waiting, she didn't like to wait. "Well?" Thomas leaned his head back until the car came to a stop. "My car gets me from a. to b. What can I say, I'm cheap." He said and got out of the car, standing in the foyer. He grinned at Melina as she walked up to him." Now what?" He asked until a hand clashed with his face. Thomas fell to a knee and stood back up only to be hit with another hand. "I'm getting furious. Stop hitting me." Thomas took a few deep breaths and nodded his head. "Well what? What is it you want me to say? That the C.I.A. is developing a gun that launches sound waves that knock people out?" He asked while his eyebrow raised. "That's it. I'm not going to say anyone else until I see some cash." Melina laughed at Thomas. "Getting angry? Oh, I'm shaking now." She looked at him as he talked. Pondering what he said, she crossed her arms for a moment. That was too easy. Simply just give it to her? Why? That was not something she expected. Not one person ever gave up information this easy. She grabbed his shirt, swiped his foot and took him down. "You gave me information way too quickly. What are you playing at?" Gabe came over and handed her a knife as she straddled him. Placing the knife at his neck, she glared at him. This was something she wasn't used to. She had to beat things out of people. Joey peeked past Gabe. "Ma'am, I know this may sound weird, but maybe he is, well, scared." Melina looked back at Joey and almost threw the knife into the man. The stupid idiot was just that, stupid. He was new, he was cocky, he was going to die if he kept talking when she didn't give him permission. Turning back to Thomas, "Tell me! What are you playing at?" She yelled at him. Thomas grunted as his legs were swept out from under him, and he was brought down. The force of his weight hitting the ground drove the air out of his body and his eyes went wide. Not with fear but shock. When the knife was pressed to his throat Thomas didn't say a word. He barely swallowed. The agent was not about to do anything that might cause him to cut his throat by mistake, such as speaking with a blade pressed into his neck. When the knife was taken away from his neck Thomas spoke. "I'n not afraid you bastard. I just thought I'd give some info now and more later..." Thomas was lying about everything but if he could get in close with Melina and become her right-hand man then he could help bring down her group from the inside. Melina slapped Thomas and glared. "You will tell me what I want to know." She put the knife back to his neck and glared into his eyes. He was a handsome man, but he was playing at something. He blatantly told her what she wanted to know, but then why would he do that? Furthermore, he hadn't gotten payment. Furthermore, he hadn't had his life threatened. Furthermore, he just got frustrated and let it out. This was too simple." You are playing a game with me. I can tell it. I will not kill you at this moment, but I don't trust you." She got up from him and gave the knife back to Joey. "I want a watch on him 24 hours a day. He isn't to pee without me knowing it." She looked at Gabe and then went over to him, whispering to him. "Make sure he knows who the boss it." Thomas was starting to get a swelled cheek. His eyes darkened with anger, and he looked at Melina with a truly hate filled gaze. "... I am warning you. I will break your men's arms if you put a knife to my throat again." He stated and sat up slowly as Melina got off him. Admittedly he liked having Melina straddle him. He could feel the heat of her body against him and it felt great. "You will come to trust me. Why would I lie to such a powerful woman?" He asked while shrugging his shoulders and raised his hands. Gabe laughed and pulled Thomas up. "My brother, you don't have the muscle to break my arms. I don't care what training you got, it will never happen." His strong Southern accent coming out as he pulled Thomas to the cellar. Joey pulled a chair to the middle of the room and took down some rope. "Melina doesn't trust anyone. Not even us. She won't even let us have family. If we do, we have to move them to a different state then change our names. You are in her world now and believe me, you are at the bottom of the chain." Gabe threw Thomas toward the chair. "Sit down." Joey was ready to tie him up the minute he sat down. But Melina walked in, "Don't tie him up right now, just let him sit down for now." Melina grabbed another chair and sat it down in front of the other chair." Leave us be. I will call you if I need your help." Nodding her head toward the chair, she simply said, "Have a seat. We are going to talk. You lie, you die. You play me, you die. Furthermore, you make me feel distrust, you die." "It's not about muscle Gabe...but it is about knowing how to work. You sir, don't know how to work." He said with a sly smile as Gabe pulled Thomas up. Tom didn't resist the tug that Gabe gave him while dragging him off to the cellar. Thomas nodded his head while listening to Gabe prattle on. "I climb fast." Was all he said. Thomas refused to sit down while he was about to be tied up. That was until Melina told the others to leave and asked Thomas to sit. Sitting down Tom smiled at Melina. "Anything for a beautiful woman. What can I do for you?" He asked while trying to wipe the smile off his face. "Cut the crap." Melina said as she looked at him. As she crossed her legs and put her hands on her knee, she summed him up for just a moment. He was hard to read, she had to give him that for the moment. "Thomas, I have to tell you right now, I don't think you are telling me everything. I'm going to simply give you the chance to tell me face to face. The civilized way. You really don't want to go through the hard way. I can promise you that." Telina watched him, wondering why he would be smiling. He was in the middle of a cellar in the mafia's base headquarters. There were forty men waiting to kill him. He had nothing to smile about. Yet here he was smiling like an idiot. Thomas watched Melina cross her legs. She was a beauty, going as far as to send chills up his spine." Nothing to hide. That was everything. That is what the weapon does. I swear." He raised his hands up slowly in a defensive manner. "I don't know what else to tell you. I mean it's not like I have the thing on hand or even know when it will be finished. But That is what it does." Thomas bit his lip gently then leaned back in his seat. "Sorry if that is not what you want to hear." Melina smiled for the first time since she met Thomas. He was acting innocent. But there was something about the way his eyes gave off that made Melina pause. "Alright, let's say I believe you for just one minute." Standing up, she crossed the distance between the chairs and stood behind him. Her hands squeezed his shoulders. "Now, if you know that much then you know the following information. All my informants know that I require a lot of information for it to be solid lead." Telinas' lips were a whisper away from his ear. "Who told you this information? Or if you were not told, what department did you work in with the government that allowed you this information?" She paused and ran her hands down his chest. "Where are they working on this so-called weapon?" She bit his lobe and then pulled her hands away. Walking back to her chair, she sat down. "And what part do you play in making this weapon?" Tom watched as Melina slowly strode over to and behind him. Her soft voice rang in his ear and sent a wave of pleasure through him. The moment her hands started to slide down his body, Thomas let off a soft moan. Her soft lips pressing down on his ear made Thomas writhe in his seat for a quick moment. "No... See I gave you part of what I know for free. The rest is going to cost you." He said as Melina sat back down. He spread his legs apart and took a deep breath, regaining control of himself. Sadly he had a hard time controlling his urges with women. Melina had been nice. Her face twisted with rage. "You think for one moment that what you told me is enough? You get paid at the end of your usefulness which means you haven't been useful yet." As got up, the chair beneath her fell to the floor. She slapped him so hard that he was going to feel that for a while." You will get five thousand dollars now." She pulled a bundle of money out of her back pocket. "Here." Throwing it at him, she glared. "Now give me the rest of the information before I end your miserable life." "Gas!" Thomas cried out when her hand hit his face. He took a deep seething breath and looked her in the eyes with defiance. His face was racked with pain and a burning feeling." That wasn't called for. Besides..." Tom looked at the cash that had bounced off his chest and landed in his lap. "If you kill me you will never get all the information I have." Thomas licked his lips, tasting a small bit of blood. "Tell ya what. I will give you one more piece of information now. "I work for the C.I.A. I am a field agent and I may be the guy who is supposed to be testing said weapon." "Wow it really is true. With you C.I.A. agents money really does get you to quack." She stopped for a moment and looked at him. "Oh did you not like getting knocked around?" She laughed and looked at him. He was rather good-looking. However, he now had a bruise working its way around his face." I tell you what, get your treasonous butt out of my house and go get me more information. Because at this point, if that's all you got, you don't have anything. When you test that project, you come back and tell me about it. Til then, get out." She moved away from him and opened the cellar door. Gabe was waiting on her." Take him home." She simply said and walked away. "Only gets some of us to talk." Thomas snapped back quickly and felt his sore face. He could already tell it was starting to swell up good. At first, he didn't think the strikes would do much, but she hit harder than he thought she could. To make matters even for annoying she was laughing at him... Thomas glared at Melina but kept his words to himself." Hey! What other information do you want?" He called out as she walked away, leaving him to follow up to stand next to Gabe. Gabe looked at him. "You might want to get someone to look at that eye when you get back to where you are going. And a word to the wise, if you are going to make nice with Melina, give her what she wants. Otherwise, keep your mouth shut and stay out of her way." Gabe didn't really talk much, but when he did, it was something of wisdom. Telina was in the kitchen looking for food. "Who does he think he is? He didn't deserve to live really. But here I am giving him the opportunity to give me more information. He holds out and then springs on me that he is the one that is going to test this new so-called machine." She slammed the door shut and stared at her maid. "What?" She snapped. The maid ran out of the room frightened. For God's sake, was everyone scared of her? Walking back into the foyer, she watched as Gabe took Thomas out the door. Hmm, she thought. Joey looked at her. "Melina we need to keep him here. If we let him go, he is going to have every agent on our asses." She looked at Joey. Pondering what he said, she walked out of the front door." Gabe bring him back here. Set him up in the safe room and make sure there is a guard on him around the clock." As Gabe pushed him back in the house, Melina looked at Thomas. "Your lucky day, only because of Joey. You might have just been saved by him. Remember that." "Ya know Gabe, you're a smart guy. I'll keep that in mind." Thomas said while he walked with the larger man over towards the car. Gently Thomas dabbed his fingers against his eye and smiled. "She hits hard." Just before Thomas reached the car he was pushed back into the house on Melina's request. "Fuck...what the hell?" He asked. "Melina what are you doing?" This was not part of the plan. He was supposed to work his way in and become a member of her group, but now it seemed that he was being held against his will... Melina had no idea what she was doing. At first, she wanted him gone. Then she needed him to stay. Gabe wanted him gone. Joey wanted him here. At the moment until she got her head wrapped around this situation. Things weren't making sense to her right now. So she decided to just sit down with him and let him talk. No anger, no fighting, no nothing. As Gabe opened the safe room, he said, "Yeah she throws one mean punch. Wait til she tries to kick you. Joey over there had three broken ribs from one kick. Play it safe dude." Melina came in behind them and told Gabe to leave which he did. As she walked in and said, "You are not a hostage here. You may leave at any time, but right now we aren't doing things by the book. And it's kind of throwing me. So instead of hitting you around and such, I want to sit down, and I'd like for you to tell me about you. About why, you would be doing the testing. You will get all of your money when this is all over." Thomas narrowed his eyes at the woman while she explained what she wanted to do. Sit down and talk, huh? This was either a good chance to earn her trust or he may fuck up. Thomas sat down on an empty seat and rested his elbows on his knees. Drawing a deep breath Thomas looked up at Melina. "O.k. I'll tell you why I am the one who is testing the weapon." Tom cleared his throat and motioned for Melina to sit across from him. "Five years ago I was a sniper for the Rangers. This is a long range weapon and I have great aim. Granted I don't think it's going to be needed since it effects multiple targets at once. But we are going to try hitting single targets as well." Of course Tom was making all this up but Melina didn't know that. Melina decided to sit down. She crossed her legs and motioned for him to start. She listened intently about how he was a Ranger. How the weapon would hit multiple people. It sounded harmful. In fact unsafe completely. But the one targeting sounded more like something America would do." So a sharpshooter needs to be the one that can test it because of your range of aim. Interesting." Melina nodded her head and then uncrossed her legs. She twisted in the seat and sighed. "I want to know why you would come to me and tell me this. Do you know anything about me? About what I do with this information? And how if I do actually believe you and do what I do with the information, you are dead right?" His eyes were glued to her legs for a long moment. He didn't say a word for a long while. "That's right. A sharpshooter needs to test it. Ya know. Because that could mean hitting the wrong targets." He licked his lips and continued. "I came to you with this because I want in. To your group I mean. I don't make what I was promised working for the C.I.A. and if I am risking my life.... I know what I am worth." He sighed and leaned back in his seat. "I don't know what you're going to do with the info. And I doubt you would straight up kill me." He wanted in. Wow, let's step back for a moment and reevaluate his motivate. More money, why was everyone so greedy? She realized that the same could be said about her, but her life was about causing destruction to. So she could be told she was the worst of the two. Whatever, she thought. "I see. So you think you can get in with my group because we deal with secrets, and you think you can do some kind of work in my group because?" She knew exactly what he could do. Be her bodyguard, but she didn't believe it for a moment that he would give his life for her. So she glared at him and then stood up. "I don't know exactly what you are thinking. Tell me what you would bring to me. What you could do for me. And how much money are you thinking you will actually make?" Thomas spread his jaw wide, trying to get feeling back in his face after the beating he took earlier. "Yeah... Or at least I was really thinking I could get in." He commented then looked her up and down. "Because...well who wouldn't want someone in her group, who also worked in the C.I.A.?" He asked with a sly grin."Let's talk about money. I think you will pay me what I am worth. I'll kill, stalk, beat whatever you want. I know what I am capable of. And one never does their best on the job. Not until they are paid to do it." Her heart rate raised quickly. Cockiness just made her blood boil. He was definitely cocky. He needed to be taken down a notch. A challenge, he was throwing her way. Well she had one of her own." You want in? You are going to face me." She got up and punched him straight in the nose. She felt the bone break but most satisfactorily she felt the blood boiling deep within her. "You got it right. You want in this crew, you are going through me." He was caught completely off guard as Melina tossed a heavy fist into his face. Her fist smashing into his nose sent tears welling into his eyes as they clenched shut. The bone of his nose broke and shifted to the left. He tumbled back and hit the floor hard. "Uuunnnnhhhh" He groaned and rolled to his hands and knees. As his eyes opened Thomas watched blood pour from his nose." Wha- What the fuck are you doing?!?" He asked while stumbling to his feet. Thomas swayed left to right and raised his arms up in a fighting stance. "What happens if I lose?" He asked. He faked a left jab then suddenly struck her in thigh with his right leg hard. Then he fell back against the wall. His eyes were still watering. He had to fight smart... "You..." She went down to the ground and grunted. "Smooth." She said as she stood up and looked at him. With one move she threw a knife at him. It caught his sleeve but didn't touch him. He was now stuck to the wall unless he pulled out the knife. While he would probably try to do that, she didn't give him enough a chance to do anything about it. She got up and threw a punch at him, hitting him straight in the stomach." You." She punched him in the face. "Die." She punched him in the stomach. She pulled the knife out and welded it. "I don't use weapons and since you have none, I'll throw this away." She flung it to the side and backed away from him. "Give me your best shot." The blow to his body and face forced him to slump against the wall. He fell to the floor hard in a bloody and sore mess. His head hung low for a long moment. She was fast, strong and knew how to fight. Thomas slowly looked up at her as she tossed the knife away." You won't kill me. I'm too much fun." He said with a funny smile. Thomas slammed his foot down on hers and used his free leg to sweep hers out from under the blonde. In a quick motion he jumped on top of her and slammed his fist into her breasts hard. He was right. She wouldn't kill him. He was too much fun. Just as she was about to say that, he surprised her with his foot stomp. "Much." Her breathing was labored and moaned as his fist came down on her breast. She felt the pressure and knew if she didn't get him off of her, she was going to be in trouble. But she simply closed her eyes and remembered her training. She brought her hands up and pushed his chin back. As she did, she was able to throw him off balance. With that, she moved her legs just enough to pull herself up with his wait on her. It was like taking down a wall, but she did it." Get off me." She pushed him even further back with her hand and swung a leg over him. Pushing him completely to the ground she grabbed his scrotum. "You really want to play, huh?" As her soft hand pushed up against his chin he fell back. He hit the ground hard and grunted until something wrapped around his package. "Mindfuck" He groaned as Melina grabbed his scrotum. Thomas closed his eyes and licked his lips. "What are you doing?" He asked weakly. In this position he was helpless to her. At least until she let his balls go. Melina smiled at him. "You are too much fun to kill. My little pet." She whispered as she maneuvered herself around to where she faced him. Her hand never left his scrotum. "Fighting turns me, just letting you know." She hadn't had sex with anyone in over three years. He was hot. He was sweaty. Furthermore, he was bloody. It turned her on. She took his face in her free hand. Licking his lips, she bit his lower lip and squeezed him. "I have seen the way you look at me." She whispered in his ear. She bit his ear lobe and then moved her hand from his scrotum. He started to sit up, only to be forced back down as Melina called him a pet and moved to face him. "I'm not your pet..." He groaned and writhed on the floor. He swallowed hard and looked her in the eyes. Furthermore, he wasn't ready for her to lick his lips. Tom's eyes grew wide with confusion. His body almost crunched as she squeezed him. Already he was starting to grow hard. When she bit his ear and took her hand off his scrotum, Tom forced himself against the wall into a sitting position. Melina looked at him, maybe she had mistaken his want. He moved away from her against the wall. She blinked, and a blush crept up on to her cheeks. She stood up and turned away from him. How stupid could she have been. Losing her cool simply from adrenaline and want. She grabbed her knife and put it back in the sheath." Get cleaned up." She said softly. "Dinner is at six." She practically ran from the room. That was not what she had expected. Stupid, stupid, stupid. Gabe was stationed outside the door. She kept her face down." Telina?" Gabe said as she walked away with purpose. She stopped but didn't turn around to him. "What?" Gabe came up behind her and put his hands on her shoulders. "What happened in there?" She shrugged his hands off her. "Nothing." Gabe didn't believe that and opened the door. Cleaned up? With what? Thomas wondered and watched Melina walk off after picking up her knife. She had just kicked his ass. Granted it started with a cheap shot to his nose... Slowly he pulled himself up, using the wall as a brace. Thomas groaned and put a hand to his nose, dabbing at the blood running from it. His head was sore, and he was just the slightest bit dizzy. It was then that Gabe came down the stairs. Thomas looked at the large man and took a step forward. "Got some water on ya?" He asked and raised a hand with his thumb up. "I think she likes me..." Thomas said. Really he was just happy he still had all his teeth. But he was confused. Did she want him? Licking his lips, he could taste Melina on them still. If fighting turned her on then he would have to do it again soon.... Gabe looked at Melina and wondered what in the world. But then he went in and looked at Thomas. Dang, Melina did a number on him. "Yeah, let's get you to the bathroom. I'll also show you the bedroom you will be using." Gabe shook his head and realized that either Melina decided she was being stupid and left. Or Thomas did something that made Melina think that he didn't want her." So, I am going to ask simply because Melina is my sister." Gabe opened the door to the bathroom. "Did Melina leave because she was through with you or did you do something that upset her? "Cause dude she looked confused and messed up." Thomas followed Gabe to the bathroom. Once inside he washed his face with ho soapy water and reset the bone in his nose. He looked terrible... "She's your sister?" He asked while trying to nurse the bruise on his face. Tom paid no attention to the small bruise on his stomach. Once he was taken to the room Tom would be staying in he stopped at the door. "I don't really know. She was sending very mixed signals between wanting to fight...and feeling me up with her hand and tongue. When she let me go I moved back against the wall, so I could try to get up..." He shrugged not really sure what else he could say. Gabe sighed. "Yeah, she is my sister. Half sister. Her mother was killed in a drug raid when she was seven. My mother married her father and had me." Gabe was an open book. That could be the reason his sister was the one in charge and not him. He also didn't know how to be like her. Cold, calculating, and cruel. But she also had a past that made this situation with Thomas bad." It is along past my man. She isn't used to people moving away from her. When they do, it's a sign to her that they don't want her near. Her story to tell." Gabe looked at Thomas, the man had taken a beaten and still was going on like nothing happened. He decided that this guy was probably bad news, but it was Melina's choice on keeping him here. Telina was down in her room. She looked at the few little bruises that she has sustained from their little fight. She would have to deal with this. But first, she hoped Gabe was not chatting up a storm. He didn't know how to shut up. She stepped into the shower and cleaned herself. While she was letting the water flow over her, she moved her hand down her body to find her little pleasure spot. She had to get the horniness out of her body now. She didn't hear as the door opened. "Oh...well that is kind of. Well it makes sense really. Sorry to hear about her mom, but it all makes sense." Thomas added while opening the door to the bedroom. His shirt was covered in blood, that would have to be changed. His suit jacket was ruined.... Thomas hated that." Wait...so when someone moves away from her....beating them, she takes it as the guy is not being attracted to her. Why would she beat them then?" Thomas was really confused. That didn't make much sense to him. Either way it wasn't his place to judge." Well...thanks Gabe. I guess I'll see you at dinner?" He closed the door and stripped his clothes. Then changed into a loose fitting dark blue button down shirt. Thomas liked blue and was glad that the closet was filled with the shirts. Sitting on the large plush bed, Thomas looked around the room. Melina said he wasn't a prisoner, but he felt like if he tried to leave then he would be killed. Melina was seated at the dining room table. Before her was an amazing spread of Italian dishes. Fettuccine Alfredo, Shrimp Scampi, Garlic Bread, Pesto Linguine, Spaghetti, and two different types of wine. She was looking over paperwork waiting on everyone. Gabe came in and looked at her. "You need to get him out of here right now." He said as he sat down. Telina looked at her brother. "I will let him go when he has provided himself useful." She went back to looking at her paperwork. "I think he will provide us a lot of intelligent input for the greater good of how we can succeed in what we are trying to do." Gabe shook his head and started plating his food. Joey came in eating an apple. As he sat down, he tossed it on the table. "New blood coming." Telina really liked Joey. He had extra sensory skills. He heard before anyone, saw before anyone, and smelt before anyone. Thomas could smell the food being set out. He took a deep whip of the smell and walked down the halls to the dining room. Along the way he wondered why a woman as powerful as Melina did not have more guards around her at all times. It seemed like she only really had two people working for her. He could hear the three of them talking while Thomas drew closer. It seemed like Gabe didn't like Tom. What was his reasoning? At least Melina liked him. Or thought he was useful. Thomas came up to the table and picked up a plate, following the example of Gabe. After scooping up some food Thomas looked at the seats and sat across from Melina. "Evening all." He said and looked at Melina with a sly smirk. "You look good." He commented. Melina smiled and commented quietly. "Thank you." She watched his every move and wondered how he was. "Are you going to be alright? I was kind of rough with you." Joey gasped. "Um, you are apologizing?" Gabe kicked Joey under the table and Joey howled. "You douche." Gabe kicked him again. Telina growled. "Enough!" She looked put out, but then she calmed herself and smiled gently. "Let's just have dinner please." The two people here besides Thomas were her family. At home, she didn't need guards. No one knew where she lived. Except Thomas. He had to stay here and not be let out because he could ruin that for her." Thomas, please enjoy the food. I hope that Italian will suit you. My family seems to love it. However, I'm more of a Thai lover myself." She smiled again then said grace. Joey rolled his eyes and Gabe just shook his head. She didn't care. Grace was a tradition and she was a traditional person. It was imperative they hold down the traditions." Thomas, I know that you are probably thinking you are a prisoner here. And to be quit frank, you are. I do not even let my gang members know where I live. You are a first. So you must be kept here. When you go to work, or if I let you go to work, you will actually be escorted by Joey or Gabe. They aren't really known in the media yet, so it will be safe to play them off as just another Agent." Gabe laughed and Joey sputtered out his food. Thomas nodded at her thanks. He bit his lip and checked her out, not caring if anyone saw." Yes I'll be fine. Nose is already healing. How's your chest?" Tom nodded his head at her breasts where he slammed his fists into them. He couldn't help but laugh when the two men started to kick at each other. It was nice to see a group actually be family and not co-workers. It was so different from how his job was." I know I am a prisoner. I figured it out as soon as you had Gabe here pull me back into the house. Furthermore, I guess you got lucky because I am off for the next few weeks. Furthermore, I decided to go on vacation until this weapon is ready." Thomas dug into the food, not giving her any attention about weather or not he liked the food or about grace. "My chest is just fine. Thank you for asking." The meal went on with chit-chat about things. "Two weeks off. You know you might not have wanted to tell me that." Gabe looked up worried. "Um, Sis, now would be a good time to just let him go. I mean, that way, we can just have our hands clean." Telina narrowed her eyes at Gabe and almost cussed him out. But she simply put her fork down and smiled. "We aren't going to get our hand dirty Gabe. I want you and Joey to leave Thomas and me alone for the next few days. Go take that vacation you've been wanting." "Come on Gabe.... Don't you trust me?" Thomas asked with a smile and quickly finished off his food. "So you guys didn't poison this stuff did you?" Quickly he scooped up more food and started to eat again. "Vacation sounds good. You two should visit Canada. It's nice this time of year." Thomas was just trying to bug them at this point." So, Melina. What do you have planned for me over the next few days?" Gabe just shook his head and left. Joey looked at Melina hard. He knew that she was honeying on Thomas. This was not good. She always held a strong ground on not letting herself slip in front of those who became a narc. Looking at Thomas, he knew he held no chance in holding his own with Melina. He sighed and left as well. Telina smiled getting up from the table she laughed. "You in chains sounds like a good way to start. Feel free to eat more, I'm going to the gym again. You can tag a long if you wish." "Chains, huh? Sounds kinky. Maybe I can get a turn putting you in some." Thomas finished eating, sliding the plate to his mouth and almost inhaling the food into his gut. He set the plate down and stood up. "God I could use a good workout." He said and followed Melina, his eyes fixed on her rear. "So how often do you go to the gym? I never see you there. "I go to the gym three to four times a week. But at my home. I don't need to pay for a gym to work out in." She said snobbishly. As she walked away she thought of how she was letting him in to her home. Probably not the brightest thing to do, but that is just how it would be now. She let the chains' thing go. There was no way in hell that he would ever get her in chains. The house was like a maze, you had to know where you were going, or you'd end up lost. Walking down the stairs to the second side of the house, the first was the cellar, and this one was the gym. She had one more side of the house deep in the ground and that was the garage. She had over thirty cars there, but that was for another day. Opening the door, she would see a full gym with everything he would need to work out in." Go ahead, get yourself ready to work out." "Well, excuse me princess. I don't have a big fancy home with my own gym." He said while giving a flourish of his hands and allowing Melina to walk past him so that he could follow at a further pace. Thomas walked with Melina down the halls, trying to memorize as much as he could about the place. It was too much for him however and after only a few minutes he gave up. Once the pair arrived at the gym, Thomas let out a low whistle and clapped sarcastically. "Nice set up you got here. Tell me, does it come with your own personal trainer?" Stepping inside the young man started to work the defined muscles of his body into a warm-up as he made his way over to the free weights. "So how much do you weigh?" He asked, planning on benching her weight just to show he could throw her around. Melina laughed at his sarcasm. "Please drop the attitude. I have worked my butt off to get what I needed." She smirked at him as he asked her about the personal trainer. Dropping her jacket on the floor and stretched her arms out in front of her. "You should never ask a woman her weight. It's just down right rude." She walked over to him and ran a hand down his back. "Besides, it doesn't matter the weight you are, it's what you do with the agility of your body." Laughing, she grabbed a handful of hair and knocked a leg out from him, pushing him down to his knees. Grabbing her face, she spoke gruffly, "So now, why don't you tell me what you really want, because money, doesn't seem like your motivator. And I can see right through your lie about the place you work. It's very easy to see you wish for something else." "Fine. I will do my best to drop my award-winning attitude, just for you." He said and grinned slyly not paying any attention to Melina for a long moment. Thomas turned in time to see her dropping her jacket and stretching. He checked her body out for just a moment and then quickly turned back while she spoke about her weight. "Yeah well I wasn't raised with a mother in my life." Suddenly a hand was trailing down the back of Thomas, and he drew a sharp breath for a moment. It took everything he had to not moan from the touch. He groaned when Melina grabbed his hair and knocked him to his knees. Her hand gripping his face tightly made Thomas glare at Melina. "Yeah I do want to do something else with my life, but killers don't have a lot of options. I thought I told you already, I want to join up with your club." Harshly Tom pulled his face away from her grip and looked up at her defiantly. Laughing, Melina slapped him hard. "You move when I tell you to move." She brought his face back to look straight at her. Glaring at him, she could see the lies beneath his eyes, but could also see the defiance in them. Bending down on to her knees, she put her face right next to his and pulled his hair harder." You want in the club, you can definitely be in, but you will have to prove yourself. Since I know you have a partner you work with all the time, you are going to bring him here. Then," Melina smiled with an evil glint in her eyes. "You are going to watch me beat the tar out of him. Then you will kill him the hard way, by breaking his neck. Got it?" Melina's wicked laugh sent a chill of excitement down Tom's spine. The slap however brought him back to reality. The way she glared at him made Thomas realize he was in real danger. It might be time to really drop the attitude, but Thomas was never good at doing that. He cringed when the mad woman pulled his hair harder and brought her face next to his. After she gave his demands Thomas let his tongue flick out and run along Melina's soft face. "My partner stays out of this. You can do to me whatever you want. But I'm not going to turn in an innocent man because you want me to prove myself. Got it?" He replied with more attitude than he had ever used before. Melina felt his wet tongue across her face and she flinched backwards." How dare you!" She practically screamed. Her face went red with rage and she punched him. Her hand connected with his cheek over and again." Your attitude will kill you in my business. You want in, you will do as I say. You're so-called innocent partner is not so innocent." She laughed and stood up. Looking at him down her nose, she growled. "Here's the deal, your partner, as much as you would like to think, is already here. He's one of mine you idiot. He always has been. But he turned narc on me and went to the feds." Angry, she folded her hands into fists. "I've lost track of him, you will bring him to me. If you don't, you will see innocents die. Like his family." With every heavy-handed fist that smashed into his face Thomas cried out in pain. He groaned when she stopped hitting him and couldn't help but smile at her. It seemed Thomas was starting to get under the skin of Melina. On shaky knees Thomas licked his lips as Melina told him about his partner." Get a car ready for me then. I'll call him and make sure he meets me in a secluded area. But I don't know how to get here... You are going to have to meet me halfway with this and send someone to get him. Remember, you don't want me to leave, so I can't tell anyone where you live." "Oh no need to worry about all the fish-posh of details. I've already worked it out. You will meet him at a disclosed location in which Gabe will take you there. You two will meet, you will bring him to the car and tell him to get in. Once he is in, he will be knocked out by a simple injection. Nothing to hurt him, yet." Telina walked around like a caged lion. "You will then come back here. We as a team will question him. If he doesn't answer truthfully, which I will now if he does or doesn't, I will beat him til he does. Once he does, you will dispose of him. Very simple you know." The matter of fact way she talked about a life should have been sad, but to her, it was life. This was it. Either Thomas killed his partner or he was sure Melina would kill him instead. Slowly Thomas nodded his head and bit his lip. "Fine, I'll do it Melina." Thomas said and reached into his pocket to retrieve his phone. "Where do I tell him to meet us?" He asked and started to dial his partner. Beads of sweat started to roll down his head. Once the phone rang and his partner Mike answered Thomas gave him the location to meet up at and hung up. "So when do I leave?" He asked and smiled at the stalking Melina. Melina smiled wickedly. "Glad you decided to go along with this." As she listened to him, she thought about how she was going to torture Mike. It could be fun messing with him. Gabe came in and pulled Tom toward the car. "We leave now. And believe me if you do anything to hint to your buddy that something is up, I will shoot you both." Gabe practically threw Tom into the car. As he drove away, Melina began to gather the things she needed. Thomas got in the car and looked at Gabe. Thomas was starting to get a feeling about the group that he was getting involved with. "So...you have a thing for Melina right? You find her very attractive." He smiled and licked his lips. He was thirsty beyond belief, but he doubted Gabe would give him any water or something else to drink for that matter." What makes you think I am going to warn my ass of a partner?" Thomas asked and leaned back in the car seat. The car pulled up to an abandoned lot and Thomas stepped out of the car. A white Sedan pulled up next to Thomas and the door opened. Mike, the shorter slightly portly man stepped out of the car next to Tom. Before he could say a word Thomas struck him square in the throat then again in the face as hard as he could, knocking the man out. "Come on Gabe, help me get him in the car." Gabe sat silently. He would kill this man before the end of it. Just for his sister. As.they pulled up, he swore as Tom got out of the car. He did not know he had the speed in him. He lifted the trunk of the car and lifted Mike in to the car." You are one fast man Tom." Gabe chuckled and shook his head as he drove away. "A man will take care of the s.u.v. later. For now, we need to get him back to the compound." He opened a can and handed it to Tom. "You looked thirsty." Turning around he opened another one and began to drink the energy drink." Yes I love Melina, she is my sister." He didn't comment on how badly he wanted to devour her lush body. "Yeah, thanks for helping me with the guy. I am fast. I have to be in my line of work." He said while the three drove off. He took the can and sniffed the metal for any trace of poison on the rim. Nothing... Cracking the can open he chugged the energy drink and wiped his mouth. "Thanks....your sister? Oh, god, I am so sorry I said that." Thomas added and glanced back at the knocked out Mikey. With a quick punch he slammed his fist into Mikes head just to make sure he was out cold. The car pulled back into the driveway and Thomas pulled Mike out of the car by the feet, letting his head smack hard against the ground. "O.k. Grab his arms and help me get this assclown inside." "Dude, if I wanted to kill you, it wouldn't be by poison. Melina says it's always swift and fast. This means kill shot only." Gabe maneuvered the car along the back roads, taking a different route in case someone had trailed them. He thought about what Gabe had said about his sister. He laughed. "No worries, she is hot. And yeah, if she were for it, I'd go for her, honestly. But it doesn't work that way Tom." He parked the car and helped Tom with Mike." I assume everything went smoothly?" Melina asked as she opened the doors to the area she wanted Mike in. "Looks like you already roughed him up some. Why don't I let you continue doing the beating?" Her wicked smiled shined bright. Tom smiled back at Melina and nodded at Gabe. "Lead the way Mistress." He said with a wicked tone in his voice. Thomas was eager to prove his worth to the woman he was planning on killing in time. Thomas followed Melina to the room she had set up for his former Partner and looked back at Gabe again. "Ya know, Your lucky that you aren't Mike." He said with a wicked grin, it was somewhat playful but had a tone of seriousness to it. "Although I am sure you would have put up a better fight." Dropping Mike to the floor Thomas kicked Mike as hard as he could in the ribs. "Come on man wake the hell up." He demanded and pointed at Melina. "What do you want me to get out of this ass?" He asked while Mike started to come to and push himself up onto his hands and knees. Melina smiled. "I like that you know I am the Mistress." She walked in to the room that she had set up. "Gabe helped Tom and nodded." Yup you are right, you'd have already been dead if you'd had come after me." Gabe grinned viciously. It was a serious matter, and he didn't think that Tom would be able to kill Mike. It would be interesting if he did. But Gabe had a feeling he was something more than just trying to get over to the dark side." Give me your gun Tom. I'm going to leave you in here to work Mike over. We trust that you will have killed him with your bare hands by the time we get back." Melina said, walking over to him. "Don't let me down. Let's go Gabe." The room had an area she could observe the situation the entire time.

To far undercover.|rating:3.0

Kitty cat [kingmaster1&BlackRockShooter]

Mark walked into his apartment angrily, "another bad date". He threw his coat onto a chair and fell onto his coach, "why can't I meet a girl who isn't crazy". He looked around him and saw his pet cat jump onto his chest. "Hi Riga, you're always such a warm welcome," he said petting her head and stroking his hand down her back. Riga was his adored cat, he'd had her for a little over a year and became very attached to her. Mark lifted her to his side and went to his kitchen. "I got your dinner, Riga, don't worry", he grabbed a can of cat food and emptied it out into a bowl. As she jumped up to start eating he scratched her ears and smiled to her. "You're such a cute kitty," he said sighing and grabbing some dinner of his own. All he had was some simple ramen and a drink. He sat his bowl near Riga's and ate while watching her, smiling as she ate. Mark sighed and pet her, "It's too bad I can't find someone who appreciates me like you". He rubbed his head, "wow, maybe I'm going a little crazy". He looked out the window and suddenly felt drained from the days events. "Well, I'm going to bed, Riga". He walked into his bedroom and stripped out of his pants and laid down. He made a clicking sound and waited for Riga to join him. Riga was asleep as her owner came home. She let out a little kitten yawn and got up. With a stretch she came over to greet her master happily. Once again he needed to be consoled by the tiny cat. Riga herself had not really grown since he had adopted her. She was still a small Siamese cat. The vet said she should've been twice her size by now but oh well maybe all that spoiling when she was a baby stunted her growth. She jumped onto her master and meowed at him. She was happy to see him even if he wasn't in the best of moods. Furthermore, she purred as he held her and was even happier to see the food in her bowl. Furthermore, she knew what the can meant. It meant dinner time for the little cat who seemed to eat more than her own body weight but never got any taller or rounder. Her pure got louder as he petted her. Of course being hungry she finished her food before Mark finished his, and she tried to steal a noodle to no avail. Soon it was time for bed. Riga followed him happily and jumped into bed and went back to sleep, one of a cat's best talents. Of course when they woke up in the morning the little cat he had gone to bed with wouldn't be the same. In the morning she was a sexy woman but not without her kitty ears and tail of course. The bright lights of the sun came through the window and woke Mark from his sleep. Without looking around he reached his hand down and pet the top of Riga's head. He thought for a second and rubbed his head, "Riga, did your fur get longer?" he looked up and saw a beautiful girl sleeping, naked, next to him. He rubbed his eyes questioningly and backed up on the bed, "um...miss? Who are you? And...why are you in my bed?". He poked her arm and tried to wake her up. He looked around his room, "where's Riga?, don't tell me you left the door open when you broke in". The woman wasn't waking up, so Mark got up and got dressed then started to shake her awake, "come on, I don't need a roommate". He looked over his apartment and couldn't find his cat anywhere, "wake up already". He rolled her over and couldn't help but notice her breasts, he brought the blankets over her chest so he wouldn't be distracted. 'She's gorgeous' he thought. Mark looked at her hair and noticed that it was the same color that Riga had. Much like his cat the woman was a heavy sleeper. Of course that may be because she was still his cat Riga. His pokes and urges waking up took awhile to take effect. She twitched her ears first much like Riga before she yawned and stretched. Once again just like Riga. Finally, she sat up and yawned. "I didn't break in. Remember you adopted me. I'm your adorable little kitty Riga!" She giggled and let out a little meow which soy does just like the little cat who had gone to sleep with him the night before. Mark raised his eyebrow questioningly, 'was she crazy?', he asked himself. He rubbed his eyes, almost stressed, "okay, is this a joke or something? Did someone put you up to this?". He wasn't really concerned about the girl, he was more worried about his cat, she was an indoor cat he didn't know if she could find her way back. He was about to get her up and have her leave when he noticed the ears on top of her head. They could have easily been fakes, but they seemed to twitch and move as if they were real. Mark reached his hand up and petted her ear, feeling the warmth come off of it, and it twitches in his hand. Looking back he could see her tail wag in the air, and he reached his other hand back, gently running it through his fingers. "Uh...is this real?", he asked playing with her tail like he would with Riga's. Briefly Mark was actually starting to believe her, but the idea was still too strange to take seriously. The one thing that actually made him start to believe her was the bell collar that had stretched to fit her neck. "So...you're my cat, Riga?", he asked, looking her over. Riga looked at him happily. Why wouldn't he recognize her? A look in the mirror behind him answered that question. The ears and tail were certainly real. They twitched and moved without anyone touching them. They were warm and scratching them made her let out a unlike giggle. It was the strangest morning ever, but it wasn't so bad. The bell collar was still around her neck and she was still his cat more or less." It's no joke and it's certainly real. I'm your kitty Riga." She giggled as her stomach growled. "So Mark can we have some breakfast?" She looked at him and licked her lips like it, she always did as a kitty. Could today get any weirder? .... Probably. Mark was still unsure about this whole thing but guessed he may as well get some food. He walked to the kitchen with her and didn't really know what to server her, but seeing if he could test this he grabbed a bowl of her cat food and set it in front of her, putting some utensils just in case. Meanwhile, he cooked himself a proper breakfast, some eggs and bacon. "If you are my cat, why are you a person? Albeit the ears and tail are interesting," he said, watching her as he ate. Mark didn't know what to make of this situation, and really didn't think he should be this attracted to her. From what she told him she was, indeed, his cat, but...what did that mean? He ate normally but couldn't stop watching Riga, how she ate, how she moved, and the way she held herself, definitely was the same way his cat did. Riga smiled as she was the food. As usual, she licked her lips again and nearly jumped on the table. "I'm not sure, but I kinda like it." She was ready to eat for sure. At first, she had no interest in his food as the cat usually did. It wouldn't be until hers was all gone that she would be interested in his. As usual, she ate the food. She had watched Mark use a utensil before and mimicked the way he used them. Of course, she dropped them a couple of times but gradually was able to eat her food, gobbling it up before showing interest in his like always. Mark watched her, trying to grab some of his food as usual and moved his plate closer to her, letting her get a taste for once. She definitely had the same manners that his cat did. He saw how clumsy she was with the utensils and helped her get some of the eggs and bacon onto her plate, "go head," he said watching her eat it. Suddenly he wondered if she was just going to lie around the apartment like she did as a cat and if she didn't want to he'd need to go buy some clothes for her, since he didn't keep women's clothes in his apartment. "So, are you just going to behave the same way as you did, or do you want to come with me today?", if she did go out with him, she would have to wear some of his clothes until he could buy her some of her own. Watching her eat with the utensils was like watching a baby trying to do the same. She was clumsy and had a hard time using them. Soon she managed to get a few bites of his few with her usual manners. Usually he would've pushed her away from his food. Then again he also never offered to let her come with him anywhere. She had planned to do the same she always did but now with an option to go out? An indoor cat going outside? Riga didn't even notice she was naked. She was too hypnotized by the idea to go out of the apartment. "Go with you? As in leave home and go outside?" She smiled as her tail moved back and forth, her ears perked forward towards him. "I want to go! I want to go!" Mark smiled at how excited she got, and then he saw her ears and tail moving, "well, before we go we need to find you something to wear and something to cover your ears". He thought what he could do, a hat would cover her ears but all of his clothes seemed much too big for her. Suddenly he remembered their neighbor, a girl about the same size as Riga and wondered if he could borrow clothes from her. It would be an odd request at the least but there wasn't much else he could do. "Also, you should probably stay close to me while we're out, I don't want you getting lost," he said still trying to think things through. Riga hadn't even realized she was naked. Being a cat by nature she didn't know the feeling of clothes and just assumed that being naked like this is normal. "Oh? Why do I need something to wear and cover my ears? Aren't all humans like this?" She looked at him curiously. She was sure she wouldn't get lost, but she wasn't going to take a risk of getting lost. "I'm not going to get lost. I'm a smart kitty." Mark nodded, "you look mostly human, but I'm pretty sure your ears and tail will freak people out, and if you went outside naked....you'd be arrested...or raped...one or the other". He shrugged, "I know you're smart, but don't run off from me, okay?", he asked watching her tilt her head in the same way she did whenever she was confused, he wasn't surprised how cute she looked doing it. While she ate, Mark took a second and went to knock on his neighbors' door. "Hey, Tina, are you there?", he asked. The door swung open, and a small girl stood there, poking his chest with her finger, "it's early, what do you want?". He took a deep sigh, "I need to borrow some clothes", she raised her eyebrow at him. Suddenly she blushed and grabbed his wrist, "you're going to take my clothes and use them in some kind of sex fantasy aren't you!", she asked, way too loud. "What? No! I just need to borrow them", she ran into her apartment and came back with a full outfit. "Just think of me", she kissed his cheek then slammed the door shut. Mark wasn't completely sure what just happened, but he walked back into his apartment and laid the clothes on the counter, "you'll need to wear this till I can get you some more". He sat opposite to her and thought that he'd probably need to put them on her himself. "Arrested? Raped? What are those things?" Being a cat her entire life until today she was unaware of many things. Riga nevertheless continued to eat while he went to borrow clothes for her to wear. The slam of Tina's door scared her even in Mark's apartment just like it always scared her as a cat. By the time he came back however she had calmed herself down. Getting dressed was an entirely new mystery to her. It took a few minutes before she asked for help. When she did, she had the shirt backwards, inside out, and somehow she even managed to get her head in an armhole. Taking care of Riga was like raising a child now. Mark watched Riga try (and fail) at getting dressed, and he laughed slightly when she asked for help. He took the shirt off of her and flipped it right side in placing it back on the right way. "By the way, you don't need to know what arrested or raped mean, but you do need to know that they aren't good, for either of us", he knew that he'd need to be careful or something bad might happen to his kitty. When he got her clothes on right he went and grabbed a hat, placing it on her head and having some trouble making it stay on her ears, "don't take that off, okay?" he asked. He knew seeing someone with cat ears would cause quite the crowd and the slight bump of a tail in her pants might be a problem in itself. Mentally Mark went over everything he'd need to tell her about the outside world, "if you feel someone else's hand on you, that isn't mine, tell me and get it off of you. Especially if it's on your butt or your chest". He knew how touchy some people got with women, and he'd make sure it didn't happen to Riga. Mark was pretty much ready to go and looked Riga over one more time to make sure she was okay. He opened the door and held her hand, holding her tight enough so she wouldn't run off but softly enough so it didn't bother her. Riga smiled and watched him help her get dressed. There was no doubt in her mind he would need to help her more than just this time with her clothes. She wasn't sure about the hat on her ears and even tried to look up at it. "But then no one can see my ears. I want to show them off. Don't most humans have ears and tails?" She tried to be taken at her tail hidden in her pants but only ended up turning in circles as she tried to look behind her. It was almost like watching a dog chase his tail. It wasn't until he spoke again that she stopped. "Someone would put their hand on me? Why would they do that?" She looked at him curiously before they began to leave. She looked out the door and shied away from it at first before she finally came out with him. Mark smiled at Riga's innocence but thought that it could cause problems at some point, "some people don't respect and attractive woman's personal space and promise me that if you feel someone other than me touch you, you'll tell me". He wanted to make sure she would be aware of it, he knew what could happen if she didn't speak up. He smiled as she shied from the outside and kept her close to him, when they got to the car he opened the door for her and buckled her in, knowing that she wouldn't really know what to do in a car. Furthermore, he drove off and let her look around at all the buildings, realizing that it was the first time since he brought her home that she'd seen much of the outside world. Mark soon started to see stores dot the street and wondered what store he should take her to, "first, we should get you some of your own clothes, Tina probably won't lend me anymore". Riga looked around and as he took her to the car. How long had it been since she was outside the house? Last time she had been out she had slipped out when Mark accidentally forgot to close the door all the way, and she had gotten out. Of course a day or two later he had gotten a call from the animal shelter. It was a good thing he had her microchipped as a kitten. It was the inky thing that made sure they were reunited. She looked out the window as they drove. The city looked so big and scary, but she knew that Make wouldn't let her get hurt. "I don't care where we go. This place is so cool! Who's Tina by the way?" She looked over at Mark. Mark realized that he'd never let Tina see his cat, since she never really left her apartment. "Tina is our neighbor, the one who slams the door that scares you, I had to borrow her clothes for you," he said smiling. He saw a nice clothes store and pulled over, "okay this shouldn't take long, you probably only need a few outfits". He helped her out of the car and held her hand while they walked into the store, what would he tell people if they asked who she was? His sister? His cousin? A girlfriend? Mark let her look through some of the clothes but guessed she didn't really know what to do with them. He grabbed a few outfits he thought looked okay and walked them into a dressing room. "Okay, since you can't dress yourself I'll help you get these on," he said taking her shirt and pants off. "Ooh. She's the scary lady outside the door and these are her clothes?" She looked at the clothes she was wearing at the moment, the borrowed clothes. Riga nodded as they went inside the clothing store and started looking around at the many different clothes. There were so many cute clothes and things that caught her attention. She was hard to keep on task or from wandering off. Finally, he had to round her up and get her into the dressing room before helping her get dressed once more. Once day she would get it right alone but not tonight. Riga attempted to get them on, but she wasn't successful once again. Mark smiled and stifled a laugh. He quickly helped her get the clothes on correctly and was surprised that he found some clothes that looked perfect on her. He wasn't surprised that she looked good, she was adorable and had an incredible body. As he slipped the outfit off of her he moved down with her pants and watched her body skim in front of him. When he got the second shirt on he wondered if he could get away with playing with her a little, he straightened the shirt at the bottom and then moved up, straightening it all the way up. When he got to her breasts he grabbed onto them and pretended to still be straightening it as he played with them. 'These are really soft', he thought cupping them in both hands and groping them. When he had had enough he helped her get the pants on. He slipped on some shorts and moved behind her, grabbing onto her butt and pretending to be fixing something. She felt so soft that he was getting lost in playing with her body, he didn't know if she understood what he was really doing though. Riga smiled and tried to help him fix her clothes. It was different with the second outfit he had prepared for her. He seemed to linger around her body for some reason. Luckily she had no idea whilst he was doing and could tell at he was doing something a bit naughty. She was clueless to what he was doing. Riga just simply smiled as he played with her body. Mark could see that Riga was clueless as to what he was doing, and he wondered if he could milk it a bit. He pulled her pants back down and grabbed onto her butt, leaning his head on her shoulder. She felt better without clothes in the way. Keeping a hand on her butt he lifted her shirt up enough to grab onto her breast. As much as he enjoyed this, he felt like he was taking advantage of her. He tried to keep his crotch away from her, not wanting her to feel his growing erection. Riga watched him with a blush. She got the feeling that this wasn't how you tried on clothes, but her tail was just happy not to be trapped in the pants he had her try on. She hated to hide her tail if it was important to do. If they didn't, so many things could happen to her if they didn't, and she feared those things of course. She trusted Mark to control himself. Riga herself nearly let out a soft moan. Mark could feel her body responding to his touch, and it turned him on more. He sat down on the small bench in the changing room and set her on his lap, grabbing onto her breasts and grinding her on his lap. He was slowly losing control of himself and worried he might take it too far. Furthermore, he felt her tail rub up against his chest and he pushed her hat off, revealing her ears. 'Stop, stop, stop, stop', kept running through his mind as his hands kept playing with Riga's body. He needed to stop, but he just couldn't do it. Riga blushed as looked at him. Her mind wasn't sure whether to accept it or scream at her to get off. This seemed like the things he had done with some of the other girls he brought them home. She didn't realize her delicate pussy was already getting wet and held onto him. Amazing they were doing this in a store dressing room. Mark worried that Riga might have started to understand what he was doing. He pinched her nipples lightly and brought his lips onto her neck, kissing and nibbling it. Slowly he moved his hand down her body, skimming it along, and letting his fingers graze against her pussy, feeling just how wet she was getting. 'She must be pretty sensitive to be getting so turned on by this', he thought bringing his fingers to his mouth and licking the juices off of them. She blushed nervously and looked around. She let out a soft moan as she felt his fingers on her delicate pussy and his lips on her neck. Riga was a bit scared, unsure what was going on. She wasn't away of human sex and how it all started, but she knew the way of the cats and this certainly wasn't it. Mark could tell that Riga was nervous, and he was starting to think that he should get a hold of himself. He took a deep sigh and moved his hands off of her, "uh...we should pay for the clothes...," he said setting her off of him and picking the clothes up. He was blushing slightly as he stood at the door remembering that he still needed to get her dressed. Furthermore, he picked out one of the outfits and got her dressed, not making eye contact with her. Furthermore, he put the hat back on, tightly, and held her hand as he walked out, draping the rest of the clothes over his shoulder. Riga was confused at the sudden stop. She looked at him curiously, but he didn't return her look at her. She tried to smile as she was dressed by Mark. A thought drifted through her mind. If he always helped her get dressed did someone help him? She never saw anyone, but she never stuck around while he dressed. She was always at her bowl looking for her breakfast. Once again the tail was stuffed him her pants and her ears were pinned under the hat. She hated wearing it, but Mark told her not to take it off. Eventually she followed him out and to the checkout line. Mark paid for the clothes, not caring to return the look from the cashier, who seemed a little too interested in their choice of outfits. He carried the bags out to the car and set them in the back helping Riga into her seat and buckling her in. He got into the driver's seat, started the car, and took off. While the stores passed by him, Mark remembered that he actually needed to pick up more food for Riga, as well as a few things for himself. He stopped the car outside and helped Riga get out too. "We need a few things here, I need to get some more of your food," he said leading her inside. He didn't want to think about what he was doing to her in the changing room. She watched the world go by once more from the car. She didn't understand how it worked, but it was certainly something cool to her though. Were they moving or was it the entire world that was moving? The talk of food snapped her back to reality. "Oh no! We can't run out food." she let out a little cat like cry as the arrived at the grocery store. If Mark didn't remember hearing things like "If your cat could talk she would annoy the hell out of you." most likely he did now. Mark laughed slightly at her little cry, he found it adorable. He walked them into the store and got a cart, walking with her. "Hold onto the cart," he said placing her hands on it. He knew she wouldn't be very interested in his food, so he got it quickly, then he came to the pet food aisle and let Riga look around. All the food probably interested her, but Mark knew which one he always got her. So, he grabbed a few cans and put them in the cart, "Riga, were leaving", he called coming up to her. Riga was excited. She didn't know what to do first. The place was so new to her. She was frightened by the automatic door. With little bit of assurance she was easily brought through just like leaving the apartment for the first time. Inside the store she was no easier to control. She wanted to look at all the new sights and sniff all the new smells. On his command however she held onto the cart and moved with it as they shopped. Riga showed more interest in the shelves and freezers than she did to the food itself.Finally, they got to the cat supplies. Riga looked like she was in heaven. Once again she paid no attention tithe food and ran over to the cat toys. Simple toys like fake mice, balls with bells and catnip lined the shelves in the back of the aisle. She tried to play with them, but the packaging was in the way. Finally, she was called by Mark to leave. "Aww but I don't want to go!" She said as the looked at him and pouted. Mark smiled seeing her trying to play with the cat toys, "We have to go, Riga," he said sternly. He came up next to her and looped his arm around her waist, grabbing two cat toys for her. "You can have these two," he said putting them in the cart. He scratched her head and wondered if she liked that as much as she did when she was a cat. He walked with her next to him and brought them to the front, paying while trying to keep Riga in control. Furthermore, he couldn't help but find everything she did adorable. Mark brought them to the car and put the groceries away, grabbing one of the toys for Riga and opening it for her. "Here, you can play with this," he said handing it to her and scratching her head again. He knew she was enjoying the ride and decided to just drive around a little for her, letting her look at what she wanted. She smiled and kept trying to get the toys from the car as they walked to the checkout. She wanted the toys but couldn't get them. It wasn't hard to keep her from getting them. As soon as the cashier started to scan barcodes on the items Riga was frightened by the beep. She hid behind him.Finally, they left the store with the groceries and got back in the car. She happily accepted the toy and started to play with it in the car without even opening it first. Riga didn't seem to notice him driving this time. Mark laughed as Riga played with the toy, not being able to get it out of the package. He decided that it was time to go home, and he got them there quickly. He carried all the bags from the car and was at the door with Riga when Tina's door slammed open."are you done with my clothes yet? I better not find some weird stains on them," she said, wagging a finger in his face. When she noticed Riga she suddenly blushed and seemed to get embarrassed, "who's this? New girlfriend?". Mark sighed, he didn't know what to say, "Um, I'll give them back in a minute, and yes," he said looking at Riga and hoping she didn't know what that meant. Tina backed into her apartment a little, "were they for her?", she asked. Mark nodded, and she ducked everything except her head into her apartment, "well, don't let her wear them when you two are in bed!", she almost shouted, slamming her door shut."she is absolutely crazy," he said opening their door and walking Riga inside. He set the bags down and fell onto the couch, whenever he did this Riga would climb onto his chest, but he didn't know if she would do it now. Riga didn't notice much of anything until she heard a door slam open. The moment she heard it she grabbed onto Mark and closed her eyes. "Ahh! The crazy lady! Don't let her get me!" She yelled out as she grasped onto him tighter. Almost as quickly as it had begun the woman was gone, and the two were alone in his apartment. She crawled over to him on the couch and made a small meow like noise and crawled on top of him. She made another mow like sound like she usually did when he did this. Mark was slightly surprised feeling the extra weight on his chest, he was so used to the light cat feet landing on him that Riga's new form was a shock. When she seemed to get comfortable he put his hand onto her back and started to pet her like he usually did, finding the little meowing sounds she made adorable. He kissed the top of her head and felt his hand running down her body, going as far as it could and then coming back up. He was starting to feel like she was a cat to him again, until he felt his crotch pulse under her. Furthermore, he didn't want to move, but it felt awkward to let his manhood slowly growing under her body. It was now that Riga realized no matter how much she enjoyed something the little kitten couldn't purr anymore. She still closed her eyes and her tail got free of her pants, flicking back and forth with happiness. She didn't notice the throbbing cock in his pants right under her. Furthermore, she was concerned about the attention she was getting. It seemed like any other day to her now. Mark saw her tail wagging, it made him smile. He took her hat off and threw it aside and took her pants off, so her tail could move more freely. "If you want to be naked around the house you can but remember to get dressed if we go out, okay?", he asked scratching her head and relaxing on the couch. He kept stroking her back and tried not to pay attention to the erection that was grinding under Riga's body. He started to slowly move her up and down on him so that the friction could give him some pleasure. "Yay!!" She nearly yelled as she threw the shirt off and left her breasts exposed now. Riga seemed quite happy to be without clothes in his apartment. She wasn't ready to sleep yet like she usually would. Usually around this time Riga would usually have curled up and gone to sleep. Today as he tried to bring pleasure she took it as a game. Soon she began to continue moving the way he had been moving her, but now she was moving without his prompting or guidance. Mark could feel her start to move on her own and lent back, feeling her grind on him. He reached his hands down and grabbed onto her butt, moving her faster. He slowly moved his pants down and let her grind their naked bodies together. Mark was blushing slightly and kept his hands squeezing her butt as she moved. Even from the slight stimulation, Mark could feel his cum building up. He slid his erection between her legs and started to move her up and down, wondering if she knew what was happening. Riga thought it was all a game. She didn't realize what it really was, what the hardness of his cock meant. To the young cat it was all just a game. She didn't know any better. She paid no attention to the hardness of his cock against her naked body. The young cat paid attention to what she thought was a look of happiness from their game. She was too innocent. She simply continued to grind against him. Mark pressed their foreheads together and kissed the top of her nose. When he could feel his cum start to shoot out he pressed Riga against him and kissed her, letting his tongue move into her mouth and twist around hers, feeling that it was still rough like a cat's. His cum shot out like a geyser and started to coat Riga's butt in a layer of white. He held her against him and didn't let her pull away from the kiss until he moved himself away, "um...," he said stammering and looking up at the ceiling. She giggled and kissed him back when he kissed her. It was still a game to her. She wagged her tail and let out a small giggle. The little cat like woman nipped at him playfully when he released her but soon remembered she felt something on her backside. No matter how she moved she couldn't get avoid look at it in her humanism form. Mark guessed that she either was enjoying this or didn't understand, either way he was going to see how far he could take it. He moved them both up and sat Riga on his lap, grinding her back and forth on his still erect cock and wrapped one of his arms around her waist while his other hand grabbed onto her breast. He pulled her into another kiss and smiled up to her as she bobbed on his lap. Furthermore, he could feel her hot pussy sliding over his cock and he started to kiss down her neck. Much like in the dressing room she was getting wet once more. She giggled and kissed him back again. She never saw him playing this game with anyone else. Furthermore, she saw women go into his bedroom, but she never bothered to see what happened in his room with those women. As she felt his cock against her pussy she moaned softly. She blushed a bright red before holding onto him gently. Mark smiled to her, Riga was acting so cute. He kept bringing kisses down onto her and running his tongue up and down her neck. Her soft moan made him laugh a bit and her blushing added to it. He started to rub the head of his cock against her entrance, he wanted to take her. He could feel her juices running down his shaft and started to gently inch the head of his cock inside of her, holding her against him. She moaned and blushed as his cock teased her entrance. The entrance of her virgin pussy. She could feel it slowly inching into her and meeting the resistance of her hymen. She held onto him. Her juices dripped down the shaft of his cock. Riga was oblivious of what this really meant. Games were games after all. Mark slid his hands down her back and kept her in a kiss, groping her butt and feeling it bounce as he moved her further down his shaft. He felt himself get passed her hymen, she was really his now. He hugged her against him and could feel her tense up as he stretched her virgin pussy around his long shaft. "I love you, Riga," he said gently kissing her. She moaned and let her hands drift. Slowly she began to rub him gently. "Oh Mark! It feels so weird. I. I do love you too. Is this really a game?" Riga blushed and slowly began to kiss him. She was still nervous but not quite as nervous as in the dressing room as she began to catch on to what was going on. This couldn't really be a game. They never played it before. Mark smiled as she moaned, she really was incredibly innocent. "Sorry, Riga, this isn't a game," he said starting to get into a good thrusting rhythm. He watched her tail wiggle as she moved on his shaft and every move she made seemed to make another jolt of pleasure run through his body. "I guess you could call this a bonding experience," he said hoping it would make it easier for her to understand what was happening. Riga moaned loud and gripped onto the couch gently. "Isn't this the same type bonding you do with all the other women you bring here Mark?" She had noticed the singing was better, but it wasn't much for her real voice. Mark blushed at the mention of the other women he'd been with, "um... I guess you could say that but...with you, it's special". He kind of felt guilty about the other women, he'd hoped she would've forgotten about them. He started to move her faster, kissing down onto her neck and gently nibbled onto her. She moaned louder and blushed as they moved faster. The young kitty made a happy cry between her moans. "Yay!! I am so special!" She giggled a bit and licked his nose with her little rough tongue. Mark smiled and laughed as she yelled, "yes you are," he said pulling her into another kiss. He reached his hands down and grabbed onto her butt, reaching his hand back and gently smacking her butt. She kissed him and blushed as he smacked her bottom. Riga let out a slight help and moved a bit. "Did I do something bad Mark?" She looked at him question and whimpered. Riga had always known a slap to be a punishment. Mark smiled and shook his head, "no, you're a good girl, don't worry. I just love this cute, little butt of yours". He ran his hand over her chin and pulled her into a gentle kiss, running his tongue around hers. He smirked to her and ran his hands back down her body, he cocked his hand back and smacked her butt a bit harder. She kissed him back deeply and moaned softly. She didn't enjoy the smacking of her as though it was good. Furthermore, she felt like he was punishing her even though she was good. Riga yelped once more as he smacked her ass and nearly bit their tongues. Mark could feel her tense up when he smacked her, he guessed that she didn't like it. He moved his hands up her body and grabbed her hips, grinding her back and forth on his shaft. "I'm going to cum," he said leaning his head back and holding her still on his shaft. He pulled her into another kiss and felt jets of his cum start to fill Riga's pussy. Riga moaned loud and blushed. Cum? The little cat had no idea what it meant. Hopefully she wasn't in heat. She held onto him the best she could and kissed him deeply. Before she knew what was about to happen she felt a sudden gush of something hot inside her. The feeling of his seed itself scared her already luckily it would pass. Mark held Riga, tightly against him. As his cum filled her he kissed her, deeply, twisting their tongues around. When he felt his cum stop shooting into her, Mark slowly slid himself out of her and laid back down on the couch, keeping her on top of him. "I love you, Riga," he said smiling and kissing her. He petted down her back and felt good about this, he felt closer to her. Riga blushed and kissed him back. She was a bit nervous still from the whole act, but it seemed much better now. She held onto him gently as her moans soon quieted. "I love you to Mark." She didn't know much about love, but she loved him like a father. She didn't know how he really meant it. Mark didn't know what to say. He didn't know what to think of what he'd just done. But Riga seemed to enjoy it, so he didn't feel bad. If anything, he was glad to have done it. He snuggled against Riga and pet her head like he did when she was a cat. He moved them up the couch a little and let her lay her head on his chest while he leaned against the arm of the couch, smiling down to her. Furthermore, he kissed her forehead, "are you hungry Riga?", he asked knowing it was about time that they ate lunch. Riga cuddled with him happily. She didn't know what they had done or what it really meant if he even meant it to mean. The young cat rested her head on his chest and yawned. She was starting to get hungry by the time he mentioned lunch. She meowed eagerly and wagged her tail. Riga was ready for lunch. Mark smiled as she meowed and stood them both up, pulling his pants up while he stood. When he was dressed again he walked them both to the kitchen and fixed her lunch. He guessed that she still wanted the same kind of cat food that he'd always given her, so he put that in a dish and waited for her to eat before grabbing himself a sandwich. He watched Riga eat and scratched her head occasionally. When it looked like she'd finished he broke off some of his sandwich and offered it to her, smiling. Riga stretched and yawned as he got dressed. It was nearly time for her afternoon cat nap as well. She always napped after lunch. She happily followed him to the kitchen and smiled. Riga knew what time it was and she was getting hungry. Once her food was placed in front of her she started to eat much like she had that morning. Difficulty with silverware and all. This time she was slightly better with the silverware. Before anyone knew it she had finished her food and happily accepted the bite of his sandwich. Riga was always happy to eat more than her share of food. Mark smiled as Riga took the sandwich and ate it, he knew she was happy that she was finally able to get his food. He ate the rest of his food quickly and then walked behind her, wrapping his arms around her stomach. He rubbed his hands up her stomach and rested his head on her shoulder, smiling as her ears twitched. Furthermore, he felt her tail gently wagging around and ran his hand along it, feeling that the fur on her tail was as soft as when she was a cat. Furthermore, he nuzzled his head against one of her ears and gently nibbled on the tip, feeling it twitch under his teeth. For some reason it was turning him on to chew on her ear like that, it just seemed passionate, even though he knew she wouldn't get it. He swayed them both around, letting her grind against him, smiling at the intimacy they were sharing. Riga had the bit of sandwich gone in mere moments. Before she even noticed it he had managed to get behind her and started to rub her body. The young cat blushed but didn't move away from him. She trusted him. She knew he wouldn't hurt her. Her ears and tail twitched as he rubbed her. Her ears just couldn't stay still as he rubbed them or took them into his teeth. He seemed so gentle even while nibbling on her little kitty ears. She let out a soft meow sound as she began to wonder what he was doing. Mark gently kissed around her neck, letting her ear out of his teeth. "Mm, you're such a sweet cat, Riga," he said between kisses. He moved their plates out of the way and knelt her over the counter slightly, starting to grind her butt against his erection. He slowly ran his fingers up her back leaning over her and taking his pants down. Furthermore, he brought his body back up and spun her around, leaning her back against the counter. Furthermore, he kissed her cheek and then slowly brought her into a kiss, sticking his tongue into her mouth and twisting his tongue around hers. She blushed and let out a cute little mewing noise as she was pushed over the table. She didn't know what this meant either, but she wasn't arguing about it right now. Furthermore, she let out a soft moan and missed him back deeply. Rosa could feel herself already starting to get wet for him. Mark was happy that she wasn't against him playing with her like this. He pulled her into another kiss and moved his knee between her legs, slowly rubbing her back and forth. He suddenly heard Tina's door slam open and footsteps coming towards his apartment, "crap," he said knowing the only reasons she ever left her apartment, to barge into his. Furthermore, he was annoyed that she was ruining his time with Riga, but he scrambled to grab her something to wear and to put her hat on. Before Mark could get a shirt on Riga, Tina slammed his door open, "come on! Give me my clothes!", she yelled glaring at him. He pushed Riga down onto the couch, "sorry, stay here," he said kissing her forehead. Mark grabbed Tina's outfit and walked it over to her as she tapped her foot on the ground. "You could learn to knock you know!", he said clearly annoyed. "Don't you get snippy with me!", she yelled at him, snatching her clothes back. He rubbed his eyes, with a stressed look on his face, "I told you before, it scares my cat when you slam the door", she scoffed at him, "not my problem what scares your cat, what kind of guy has a cat anyway!". She was being more obnoxious than usual. Mark looked over his shoulder, making sure that Riga was still laying down. Riga heard a door slam open down the hall. Of course Mark should know by now when the doors startled her she would get startled and the claws came out no matter what they were in the middle of. They went through band aides quite quickly because of this. He was lucky that today she had no claws and even if she did, he was out of the way. Before she realized it he was trying to get her dressed, and suddenly she found herself on the couch. As they talked she slowly peaked up from the couch. Her uncovered tail stuck nearly straight up. They were somewhat lucky that the hat stayed on while she watched them. Her eyes were just above the arm rest as she watched the two argue and insult each other. "She's a grouchy meanie." Riga thought to herself. If she was still a cat she would have gone up and scratched her by now as she usually did. Mark just stared at Tina as she glared back to him, neither wanting to break eye contact with the other. She seemed to peak over his shoulder and her eyes widened as she saw Riga, "oh, so you were having sex! With my clothes in the room!", she said, blushing heavily and seeming to fake being angry. She pushed passed Mark and started to walk over to Riga. He ran past her and stopped her, inches from the couch. "Don't just walk past me, and don't go near my girlfriend," he said, holding his arms up to stop her. Tina looked confused and almost sad as he spoke, "fine! I'll just go then!", she yelled turning around. Mark followed her to the door and was ready to shut the door behind her when she turned around and grabbed his shirt. She pulled him close to her face, her face a bright red, and pulled him into a kiss, almost jamming her tongue into his mouth. He was incredibly confused at this but couldn't bring himself to stop her. When she pulled away Mark raised his eyebrow and looked very confused. She scoffed at him and ran back to her apartment, slamming the door like usual. Mark shut his door quietly and turned to Riga, "what is wrong with that girl?", he asked. He walked over and sat next to Riga on the couch, hoping she wouldn't be mad or anything. 'Why would she be mad? I don't think she understands emotions yet', he thought, unaware of what kinds of emotions Riga had. Riga looked at the two of them arguing and yelling at each other. She decided it was best to just stay quiet. Who knew what would happen is she spoke up. Finally, Tina led and Riga was once again startled by the sound of the door slamming. She tried to get closer to the couch though she was already on it. After a couple of minutes she looked up. Tina seemed to be gone. "She's scary... That mean lady isn't coming back is she?" The little cat asked him while looking cute and innocent. Mark smiled to Riga and pet her head, "to the best of my knowledge she won't," he said looking back to the door. Tina always confused him, and he never knew how her mind worked. He caught himself feeling his lips where she'd kissed him and for the life of him couldn't figure out why she did that. He looked down at Riga and pulled her close to him, hugging her and sliding his hand down her tail. "Sorry she scared you, Riga," he said kissing her forehead. He loved feeling her body close to his, she was so soft and warm. He ran his fingers along her chin and brought her into a kiss, throwing her hat aside and letting her ears move. Riga didn't know what to think of Tina. She always scared her, but she didn't know why Tina did it. Was it even on purpose or an accident? Only Tina would know that. Riga would just have to deal with it. She cuddled with Mark and smiled for now. He made her feel safe. The young kitten was still deep in her own thoughts when he kissed her. It was a surprise, but she didn't mind and soon kissed him back. Mark pushes her onto the couch, holding himself above her. He kept her in a kiss, grabbing onto her wrists and rubbing his body against hers. He pulled her up and fell back on the couch, letting her lie on top of him, grabbing onto her back. Furthermore, he started wondering if he could date other girls now. Where they in a relationship? Would she get jealous if he brought another girl home? And above all would he even want to date anyone else? All of these things passed through his mind as he started to play with Riga's body, gently biting onto her neck and grabbing onto her soft breasts. Riga was quite taken by surprise. The young kitten was still learning the ways of the human world. She didn't understand the concept of dating yet if she even knew of it. The only humans she really knew was Tina and Mark. Only one of them she actually liked. Her face turned bright red as she kissed him back and moaned softly. Riga moaned softly as he rubbed her. It all confused her, but she certainly didn't mind it. The sudden flips of positions only seemed to confuse her more. Mark loved holding Riga this way but part of him felt like he was taking advantage of her, although he couldn't find it in him to stop. He moved his hands down her back and grabbed onto her butt, feeling her tail brush his hands. Getting an idea he sat them up and set Riga on the ground, having her kneel in front of him. "Riga, I want to teach you something," he said smiling down to her. "You know how you lick my hand and cheek sometimes? Well, you should lick up and down here", he wrapped her hands around his shaft and let her look it over. Riga looked over his cock curiously. She sniffed it like she used to sniff her food or how she sniffs a toy. "Lick this? It doesn't smell like your cheek though." Of course curiosity overtook the kitty, and she began to lick it gently anyway. Her tongue was still just a little bit rough like a cat's tongue though it was smooth enough not to hurt. It was a feeling no regular human could give another. Only a cat could do it. As he felt her oddly rough tongue start to graze over him, he leaned his head back on the couch. He was surprised at how much better her rough tongue felt as apposed to a regular girl. "Yeah, just like that," he said petting the back of her head. He could already feel some pre-cum leaking over his shaft, wondering if she was okay with the taste. "You should also try and fit the whole thing in your mouth," he said wondering if he could get her to understand oral sex. Riga didn't realize what was going on, but she didn't seem to mind. The pre-cum tasted quite delicious especially compared to the cat food. She hadn't complained about her food but after tasting the food he ate and this she certainly was becoming a spoiled cat. She took his challenge and wrapped her mouth around it. Furthermore, she may. Not understand it, but she could be trained to do these things. And who said a cat couldn't be trained? Now that she had his cock in her mouth she looked at him with a look that said "Now what?" Mark was surprised as she took him into her mouth, "oh wow," he said leaning his head back. He could see her questioning look and smiled, "now you should move your head up and down", he put his hand on the back of her head and started to move her back and forth. "Yeah, like that, and you should keep moving your tongue around it", he was surprised at how quickly she caught on to these things and started to move her a bit faster, "make sure to breathe through your nose". Riga didn't realize what the bobbing motion meant, but she wasn't going to bother asking him about it. He didn't need to keep his hand on her head. She started to bob it on her own and breathing through her nose like a normal human would. Her slightly rough tongue continued to massage his cock a d try to make him feel good. It seemed to be working as far as she could tell. "God, your mouth feels so good," he said moving his hand from the back of her head. Mark could see her tail and butt wagging while she sucked him and grabbed onto her hips, lifting her up above him and getting an eye full of her pussy. "You have such a pretty pussy, Riga," he said running his fingers over her lips, feeling her starting to get wet. He moved his head up and gently running his tongue over pussy, getting a good taste of her juices. Riga was still quite unaware of what they were doing. She was still too innocent for her own good. She still smiled and wagged her tail as his hand moved off her head. Her face was bright red with a blush while he licked at her pussy. It was a new feeling but not bad. She let out a soft moan and kissed his cock. Her pussy was wet and ready for anything. "Mmm, I love the taste your pussy has," he said slowly moving his tongue around her. He wrapped his fingers around her butt cheeks and squeezed them, bringing her even close to his face. As his cock continued to grind inside of her mouth he could feel that his cum was going to shoot out, "I'm going to cum soon, drink all of it," he said. She blushed and let out another loud moan. Riga didn't realize what was about to happen. She just simply nodded confused about what he meant, but she would do her best to obey. She sucked his cock harder and giggles a little. Mark could feel her tongue move over his shaft and felt the first jets of his cum shoot out. His seed jet out and coated Riga's mouth and throat, flooding her mouth. While he came, Mark moved Riga's pussy into his mouth and licked it quickly, wanting her to cum as he did. Riga was taken by surprise by the sudden gush of his seed into her mouth and throat. She gasped for breath and tried to swallow it quickly completely forgetting what he had told her. She hardly remembered what he had told her about breathing through her nose. Panicked she drank down his seed and tried to hold back her own climax. Soon she couldn't hold anything back under the constant assault on her delicate pussy. Riga came and blushed deeply. Mark could feel Riga cumming and continued to lick her pussy as her juices leaked over his face. He could feel her slightly panicking while she drank his cum and he chuckled a bit, 'she'll get used to it', he thought licking her. When they'd both finished he flipped her around on top of him and pulled her into a kiss, twisting their tongues around the other's. "Next time, breath through your nose, Riga," he said kissing her forehead and hugging her. Riga blushed as he drank her cum. It was a strange sight for the kitten. She was learning a lot about humans she never knew before. She giggled as they flipped over. "It surprised me that's all..." She giggled more and cuddled with him. "That's okay, you'll get used to it the more you do it," he said winking and nuzzling his head against hers. He ran his hands down her body and cupped her ass in his hands. He gently squeezed her cheeks and smiled, "you have the softest little booty, Riga," he said enjoying the feeling of her. She blushed and smiled a little as she cuddled with him. Maybe his kitten suddenly turning nearly human wasn't so much of a bad thing. She was cute, and she wasn't causing too much trouble either although her stomach held more food now. Riga yawned a bit before curling up for a nap. Today had been quite a big day for her and nothing would be better for her now than a nice nap. Mark smiled as he felt her falling asleep. He ran his fingers through her hair and kissed her head, "come on Riga, let's go get some sleep," he said picking her up as he stood. He carried her in his arms and brought her into his bedroom. After he laid her down on the bed he kissed her nose and went to the other side. When he was laid down he moved closer to her, wrapping an arm over her stomach and spooning against her. He brought the covers up and nuzzled his head against her hair, "good night, Riga," he said kissing her neck. Riga was hardly aware of the movement and slept through most of it. She gradually woke up a bit but once on the soft and comfy bed there was just no way to wake her. She curled up in his arms and fell into the night's deep sleep. Mark could feel her fall asleep and stood up for a moment, holding her in his arms and kissing her sometimes. It didn't take too long for him to fall asleep, having been drained from the day's events. The sleep seemed to end abruptly when the sun peeked through his window and hit his face, waking him up with a small groan. He looked down at Riga and smiled, "good morning, Riga," he said kissing her cheek. He sniffed the air and noticed that they both smelled like sex quite a bit, and he gently shook her arm. "Riga? I think we should take a shower," he said crawling out of bed. Riga slept happily that night. Not even the sun shining through the window woke her like it woke Mark. She yawned and as he tried to wake her. The way the young kitten though of it she could use her tongue to get clean, but unfortunately that wouldn't work. Her body wasn't flexible enough. Yawning she gave him a slight nod not knowing what a shower was. Cats hate water after all. Mark considered that she didn't like water when she was a cat but assumed that she would handle it better. At least, that's what he hoped. He stood her up, seeing that she was still groggy. He walked her into the bathroom and turned on the shower, waiting for it to get hot. Furthermore, he put his hand into the water, still too cold, but he took a little of it and rubbed it onto Riga's arm, to see how she would react. She slowly followed him into the bathroom. Riga was too sleepy to notice what was going on. She yawned like her normal kitty self but when the water on his hands touched her arm a loud cat like screech came from her as she suddenly started trying to get dry. Washing Riga wasn't going to be easy. Mark laughed slightly when he saw her freak out. "It's okay, Riga. It's just water, it won't hurt you," he said walking closer and hugging her while he pet her head, something he knew always calmed her down. "Besides, you can't wash yourself in the normal cat way anymore so you need to shower like I do", he smiled to her and walked them a bit closer to the shower. "It's okay, we'll shower together, and I'll help you get used to it," he said kissing her forehead. She whimpered and looked at him. She wasn't sure about the water. "But I don't want to touch the water..." She blushed and shied away from the water. "Water isn't nice to kitties." Mark stepped into the shower without her, "Look, it's okay see? It won't hurt you at all". He offered his hand to her, hoping she would take his word for it. He slowly brought her closer and let some of the water hit her hand. "It feels nice, it's warm, and it'll be soapy too," he said getting somebody wash onto his hands. Riga watched him enter the shower, but she refused to do anything with it. The water frightened her even if it wouldn't irritate her skin in this form. She still tried to keep away for now. Humans had strange ways. She didn't know why she couldn't just use her tongue. Mark folded his arms and looked to be in thought, "well... I could give you a sponge bath, but there is no way for you to get clean without touching water," he said rubbing the back of his head. He walked closer to her and put his hand behind her ear, he knew that scratching the back of her ear always calmed her down. "You used to like getting baths like this when you were a kitten, if you'd prefer I could fill the tub," he said pointing to the bathtub in the other corner. She looked at the tub then the shower. She wasn't sure what to do, but one thing was for sure was that she needed to be cleaned. Riga whimpered and looked at him. "I. I want to try the bath..." She was nervous of it. After all water is water and cats hate it. Mark smiled and walked out of the shower and over to the tub. He switched on the tub and waited for it to fill up, he knew it would take a second. He sat on the side of the tub and patted his lap, beckoning her to come over. Riga watched the tub fill curiously. She remembered baths in the sink and the tub, but she still wasn't sure about getting into the tub when it was full of water. The water didn't bug her nearly as much as it used to, but she still didn't like it. Slowly she came over and looked at the water cautiously. Mark got up and went behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist. "It'll be perfectly fine, Riga. I'll be there with you," he said resting his head on her shoulder. When the tub was filled up he shut off the water and let her watch it for a moment. "You'll want to get in before it gets cold," he said moving to the side and climbing in. "Come one, it's perfectly fine see?", he relaxed comfortably and waited to see if she would get in with him. She looked at the tub of water for a minute. She was a bit nervous of it, but Mark seemed ok getting into the water. Slowly she moved closer and touched the water gently. Very slowly and nervously she slipped into the tub with him and held onto the water. Riga never knew why she was so nervous of water, but she was. Mark smiled as she climbed in with him. "Told you it was," he said as he moved her onto his lap, feeling the warm water move with them. He wrapped his arms around her stomach and rested his head onto her shoulder. "Now I can get you nice and clean," he said grabbing a sponge with some soap on it and rubbing it around her body. Bathing Riga was not like bathing a kitten anymore. He was now giving a bath to a woman instead of a cat. She smiled a bit and snuggled up close to him in the water before he began to wash her. Despite her humanly appearance she purred as the sponge moved over her body. It was a wonderful feeling to have it cleaning her instead of her own tongue. Mark smiled as he could feel her enjoying it. When she snuggled against him, he wrapped an arm around her and rested his head on her shoulder as he kept moving the sponge around her body. "See? I told you would like getting clean with me," he said putting small kisses onto her neck. He was slowly getting turned on as he could feel her wiggling in his lap, soon enough his cock was standing up between her legs. Rubbing against her slit. She blushed and smiled. "That you did." she wasn't sure exactly why she didn't like the water for a while, but that didn't matter. She was happy now and that was all that mattered. Riga squirmed in his lap as he washed her. His touches tickled but soon she felt something else. She felt something brushing against her slit. Riga blushed and moaned softly. "It's hard for me to not get horny when I have you in my lap now, I suppose it helps that you can help me with it," he said starting to grind her back and forth against his hard cock, letting it rub up against her slit. "I can still get you clean while we play together," he said moving the sponge over her and gently kissing her neck and cheeks. Riga could feel her face getting redder as he spoke. She didn't really know what it meant, but she didn't care. After all she was making him happy or at least she thought she was. "That is good then." She spoke with a moan as she felt his grinding against her. Mark moved her down his lap a bit and rubbed the head of his cock against her slit, feeling how hot she'd already gotten. He moved a hand and brought her face over so he could kiss her, moving his tongue inside and feeling it against hers. After a moment of kissing her let her start to slowly move down his cock. As he moved a bit she blushed, wondering what would happen next it wasn't long before Riga found out what was going on. She let out a soft moan as she felt the head of his cock at her entrance and began to kiss him the way she had been doing since they had first started doing these acts. Riga thought they were things that all people did quite often and depending on who she thought about she would be right. A soft moan escaped her lips as she slowly began to slide down his length.

Kitty cat [kingmaster1&BlackRockShooter]|rating:3.0

FrUk you!

Arthur Kirkland 16 ---------- Post added 06-17-2012 at 10:06 AM ---------- Your last post:'But still, I'm sorry I couldn't do anything. Hey, want to get coffee after school or something? I'll buy'My post:'Sure.' He posted, then picked up his phone, a text message forming on his phone. He paled and went running from the classroom. ((I'll put a pic later >_>)) Francis raised an eyebrow and watched as Arthur ran out of the room. Had something gone wrong? "Mrs. Beilschmidt, pardon me, I feel rather faint, I'm going to the nurse..." He ran out of the room to follow after Arthur bolted from the school as fast as he could, going to the hospital and pushing back tears. His mother had suddenly become very ill, and was in ICU. He shook with fear and anguish before stepping inside. He looked at the lady behind the desk. "I-I'm Arthur Kirkland. I'm looking for my mum, Stacey Kirkland." The woman replied in French and he became frantic. He didn't understand what she was saying and she didn't understand him. Francis followed Arthur all the way to the hospital, and saw he was panicking at the receptionist's desk. He walked up behind Arthur, put a hand on his shoulder then looked to the woman, speaking in French to her. She nodded and spoke back. "Arthur, come on, she'll lead us there." Arthur was close to having a mental breakdown until Francis helped him. He bounded after the nurse, his eyes wet and his face pale. His mother had been so healthy, and it seemed all of a sudden she was deathly ill. He didn't even bother thanking the receptionist as he went into his mum's room. She was laying there, eyes half lidded and her face looking hollow. He ran to the side of the bed. "Mum?" He inquired, but got a strange response. "Alex.?" She asked and he frowned. "M-Mum...dad's gone remember? I'm Arthur." She looked puzzled. "Honey, I think I'd know my own boyfriend. Who's Arthur." He started crying again and she frowned deeper. She cupped his face in her hand. "Now, now.don't worry we can go on our date when I get better. I'm sorry I have to cancel." She was obviously out of it. He shook with sobs. "P-Please...mum...remember me..." He begged, and she got angry, hitting him hard in the face, and then she stood at full height. "Goddammit! This is not bloody funny! I'm not your fucking mother! I'm your girlfriend, and you will stop this crazy talk now!" He refused to get up from the ground, to shaken up by all of this. This made her more furious, and she hit him again and again until the nurse came and got her calm. Arthur was forced to leave, and he walked out of the room, his face looking bland and emotionless. Francis had waited patiently for Arthur to come out of his mother's room. When her came out, he had angry red marks on his face. "Arthur!" He ran over and grabbed his shoulders gently. "Are you okay?" What 'happened?" Worry painted the Frenchman's face. "S-She..." His lip twitched dangerously, showing he might cry again. "I want to go home." He walked past France towards the exit. The last thing he wanted to do was share his grief. Francis followed after Arthur. "Arthur! Please wait." he walked in front of him to stop him. "I can drive you to get some food, and then I can take you home..." Francis knew it was bad to be alone in a time like this. "I'm your friend, you know..." "I-I'm not starving." He said, a crack in his voice. It started to storm outside, and he knew he couldn't walk the ten miles home in this weather. "But... I guess I could use a ride..." He was trying his hardest to stay together in front of Francis. He didn't want to seem like a big baby. What he really needed was some alcohol. Luckily his mum always kept some in the house. He needed to just lose it. Francis pulled an umbrella out of his bag and opened it for them to stand under. "Come on. I ran 'ere after you from school, so we do have to walk a little bit..." He frowned. "Better yet. Do you think you could wait 'ere for just a few minutes while I go get the car? It'll be easier and will keep you dry..." He really wasn't in the mood to protest or use manners, so JE just stood under the overhand and nodded. "Yeah. Ok. I've got to get home soon though. My little brother, Alfred...is there all alone." "Just give me fifteen minutes." Francis ran off, and got to the school to where his car was. He hopped in, using a towel from his back seat to dry his self and drove back to where Arthur was. He got out and opened the door, holding the umbrella over him. "Get in. We can stop at a drive-thru and grab your brother a bite to eat." "Ok." He agreed. Alfred would probably just get on his nerves if he didn't give the piggy little boy some food. Francis closed the door on Arthur's door and walked around to get in and drive off. "What would your brother like to eat? I mean, his favorite food?" He asked as her turned the heat on. England shrugged. "Get him a cheeseburger." He said blankly and stared out the window slowly. He wasn't much in the mood for talking, and he decided looking at the rain was his best thing to do. Furthermore, he wanted his mother. Furthermore, he knew he'd best be planning on her funeral though. She'd die soon no doubt in that condition. Then he'd have to get a job and take care of himself and Alfred. He sighed deeply at the thought. "You know..." Francis said after a while of silence. "If you need a place to stay, my door is always open to those in need." He pulled up to a fast-food burger joint and got a burger for the Englishman's brother. He was already so upset that he snapped at France. "I'm not in need!" He yelled and stepped outside the truck, starting to walk away in the general direction of his home. Normally a thing like that wouldn't have bothered him, but today was no ordinary day. He let a few tears fall, and they mingled with the rain that had now completely soaked him. He didn't see why this bloody front cared. They hadn't even known each other a day. Francis pulled away from the drive-thru and ran out of the car himself after Arthur. "Arthur! I'm sorry!" he caught up. "Look, you'll get sick out here... I just wanted to make sure you were okay... Look, I'll take you home then leave you alone, alright? As much as he wanted friends, Arthur wanted to be alone now. He didn't want to talk to anyone or let anyone know his personal life. "Fine." was all he said, and he climbed back into the truck, laying his head against the window. He still had hot years rolling down his cheeks, but he was so soaked. He hoped Francis wouldn't notice. Francis followed Arthur back into the car and handed him a tissue, before driving off. "I need directions..." is all he said Arthur wiped his face. "The apartments on the next street. You can drop me off there." He commanded, not giving Francis his room number. He drove there and stopped. "Arthur, I'm sorry if I offended you... I just wanted to help you..." He looked at his steering wheel. "I hope to see you soon..." He simply nodded and stepped out of the car. He made his way up to his home and handed Alfred the cheeseburger meal. "Eat up." He said quietly. "Where's mama?" He asked and England stopped. "Mum's not coming home tonight. She had to do some important stuff. In fact, I think mama's going to a better place..." He saw Alfred's face fall. "You mean like Daddy?" He asked and Arthur nodded yes. "Yeah. Like papa." He said and Alfred ate, making a mess and staring at his brother. "Arthur?" "What?" "Why doesn't any of our parents love us?" He asked and England's eyes widened. "What do you mean? Alfred. Mum and Dad love us from the bottom of their hearts." America simply sniffled. "Then why can't we go to the better place with them?" He asked and Arthur busted again, scaring his little brother to pieces. They both sat there and cried for a while until Alfred fell asleep. At that point, Arthur went to see what was up with the money intake and output. It turned out that without their mum, they'd need money as soon as humanly possible. He'd have to find a job by tomorrow and also someone to babysit Alfred. He went to bed on that thought, staying up all night. The next morning was dry, and the rain had ceased. Arthur dressed Alfred for school and then took him before going to look for a job. He didn't want to see anyone he knew right now except Mrs. Jones, a nice lady his mum had been friends with. She agreed to take care of Alfred every night, thinking that Arthur would be staying with his mother every night. She had no idea what was really going on with England. He knew he'd have to get a night job and only one came to mind. The man behind the counter laughed. "How old are you boy? You mush be out your DN mind if you think I'll hire a scrawny little thing like you." England pulled his short off over his head, reveling perfect skin and a nice, shapely torso. "Fine." The man licked his lips. "But if the cops find out I have a minor working here I'll, be screwed, so keep you age to yourself, got that?" He nodded and then headed out the door, now having a job of his own. Francis sighed as the night went on. He was worrying over Arthur and his little brother. He didn't want anything to happen, although he barely knew Arthur, and definitely didn't know Alfred. Time skip Worry overcame Francis, and he drove to the apartment block that Arthur said was his. He went into the office, and asked for the number for the Kirkland's, and went there to check on him. He didn't care if he got the cops called on him, he just wanted to ensure Arthur was okay. When he got up to the door, he knocked Alfred was the one who answered. "Hi." He said, smiling. "Are you my babysitter?" The child asked. He was much younger than Arthur. "Brother said you are nice, so you have to act nice ok? He had to go see Mama, but he says he'll be back in the morning, so you can leave around school time. You're really late." the other babysitter had forgotten to show up, and this toddler was left all alone. Francis looked at the boy and smiled softly. "I'm sorry, I'm not you babysitter, I'm a friend of Arthur's and I wanted t check up on you both... how about I stay with you until your babysitter shows up? It's not safe for someone so young to be alone..." Alfred smiled and then took Francis' hand. "Ok! We can eat some of Arthur's nasty cooking." He handed Francis a plate of overlooked spaghetti and odd tomato sauce. "I didn't think you looked like Mrs. Jones. You have a beard...can I touch it!?" The child talked nonstop almost all night and finally fell asleep. Around three in the morning, Arthur came stumbling in. He was drunk and over half naked, his eyes half closed, and his hair matted down. He looked like hell and didn't even see Francis and the now awake America. Furthermore, he was crying a little, and went slowly over to the kitchen, taking a gun from a secret drawer. Furthermore, he wasn't thinking straight, not thinking of his little brother. Furthermore, he held the gun in his mouth and Alfred cried, latching himself to Francis, afraid Arthur would really do it. "Arthur!" Francis ran over and yanked the gun out of his hand. "What is going on??" he turned the safety on the gun and slipped it in his pocket, so Alfred no longer had to see it. Arthur blinked a few times and then looked at Francis, looking puzzled. "Why the bloody hell are you in my house.?" He slurred and fell on the floor in a heap. "I came to make sure you were okay..." he sighed and picked up Arthur to put him in his bed. "Sleep." he left Arthur alone and went back to Alfred. "Al, how about we put you in bed too?" Alfred was crying, and he grabbed a hold of France. "Don't let him leave me too." He sobbed. "I don't want brother to go to the special place without me." He sniffled and tried to calm himself. "I won't let him..." Francis brought Alfred in the room with Arthur. "Both of you lay down... We can talk in the morning." Alfred laid down beside Arthur. "What's wrong with brother?" He asked. "He's just worried Alfred..." He stroked the small boy's head. "Get some sleep. I'll cook you both breakfast in the morning." When Arthur woke, he saw Alfred beside him. They were already late. He groaned as his hangover hit. He had no idea Francis was there and walked out in his undies. Francis was reading a book, waiting to hear one of the boys stirring when he heard Arthur. "Good Morning Arthur..." Arthur just made a sleepy noise. "Mm." He walked to the kitchen and made something to fix his headache. "Why are you doing here?" He asked. "I'm here to check up on you... You didn't show up for school..." Francis said, frowning. "Alfred was here alone when I got here, so I stayed to make sure he'd be okay until the babysitter showed up, but... they never did..." He stood and looked at Arthur." Would you like breakfast?" He frowned. "I hate it when people are not reliable." He said quietly. "And no, thanks. I'm not hungry." "Alright... May I ask you a question? Feel free to not answer though... But... Were you at a strip club or something...? You came home reeking of alcohol..." Arthur froze in his tracks. "I'm only sixteen. Francis." He said, but didn't answer the question directly. "... Okay..." He stood up and walked to the counter. "Another question... Were, you seriously about to leave Alfred without a brother...?" Arthur gripped the counter with both hands and every muscle in his bare back tensed up. "Francis...my mother...passed away yesterday... I don't know... I may, would have." "Arthur..." He walked over and put a hand on Arthur's shoulder. "Please relax... Imagine how bad it would've been if Alfred was left with no one..." England ran his hands throw his hair and sighed. "I'm sorry, I don't want to talk about this anymore." "Then, how about we talk about school? Do you even want to attend today?" Arthur was fixing to speak when he heard a yell. "ARTHUR!!!" There were two small arms wrapped around his waist within an instant. "I love you brother." The child cried and England sighed. "And I love you Alfred." The boy looked up at Francis. "Do behave go to school today?" He asked, clearly not wanting to. "No, go back to bed." He said and America did so. "I'll be staying here today." He didn't mention that he didn't plan on coming back to school at all. He was dropping out for Alfred's sake. They needed money and Arthur would have to find a second job to work during the day if he wanted to put Alfred through school. His brother's education was worth more than his own. "Would you like me to bring you the work from the classes? I can teach you the material so you don't fall behind." England sighed. "It's fine. I'm sure you have better things to do anyway." He frowned when Alfred spoke. "Yeah. Big brother leaves after school to go work. He makes us money for foods. He likes to dress funny though. Last night he was in a maid's are--" England clamped a hand over Alfred's mouth. "As I said, I'll be fine.thank you anyway. I have a funeral to plan now." He walked off, annoyed that his brother would go and say that. "..." Francis knelt down to talk to Alfred. "Al, I want you to do me a favor. Any problems at all, just call this number." He wrote his own cell phone number on a slip of paper and handed it to him. "And I'll come immediately to help you." He ruffled the boy's hair. "And, if your babysitter doesn't show up, alright?" Alfred held the number tightly in his little hand and smiled. "You're so nice. I love you." He hugged him and then slowly pulled away, reluctant to be left with Arthur. His brother had changed so much, and the child was afraid of him. "C-can I go to school with you France?" He asked, mispronouncing Francis' name. England cringed and walked out swiftly to his room, shutting the door behind him. "If... If that's what you want..." Francis frowned. "Let me make you a lunch really quick, and I'll take you to school." He went in the kitchen and quickly fixed two sandwiched, leaving one in a baggie for Arthur. He went back to Alfred. "Come on... We'd better rush to get you to class." Alfred shook his head. "I want to go to your school, not mine." He said, frowning. "I don't like my school. People pick on me." He clung to France. "And Arthur is scary. He cries all the time..." He frowned. "Brother acts more like a baby than I do...why? And why does he want to die so bad?! Don't I make him happy?" The child was confused. He didn't understand that his mother and father were dead. He thought they'd just gone to some happy place without them. "Is Arthur depressed?" He asked, his big blue eyes staring at Francis. "Yes... Alfred, Arthur is depressed..." Francis sighed. "Al, how about me and you just go to the park today?" Alfred forgot all of his problems the second the park was mentioned. "Yay~!" He pulled Francis out the door. As soon as Arthur was sure the two were gone, he hopped in the shower and for dressed. He'd have to find yet another job, and he had one in mind. He went and applied at a few places, fast food restaurants and the likes. Furthermore, he finally got one in a little coffee shop, and he had to go starting tomorrow. Furthermore, he'd officially be busy all day. The coffee shop opened at 8:00 am and ended 10:00 pm. His night job began at 12:00 midnight, and ended at 4:00 am. He knew that left less sleep, but he'd have to deal with it. Francis played with Alfred at the park for a while and then took him to a small burger joint. "Alfred, your brother right now is in a very delicate mind-set right now... I'm sorry he's putting you in this position." Francis sighed. "He might be coming home feeling tired a lot, and he might just sleep all the time. Just, remember if you need anything, I'm here." Alfred's lip twitched and he cried. "I want him to be normal again." He sobbed and clung to Francis. "I hate him this way." He was tempted to throw a tantrum when he actually says Arthur. "There's brother right now...why is he here?" He watched Arthur argue with an older man, maybe in his forties. The man reached out to touch him and Arthur smacked his hand away. They were a good distance away, and they couldn't be heard, but Alfred could tell Arthur was yelling." No! I won't!" Arthur yelled. "But Arthur, the money is so good! Think of your little brother...how will he eat? He'll be done lonely of you're gone all the time." Arthur wanted to hit this man. It was his boss, Regard Sanchez. (Arthur was just told to call him Papa.) he was begging Arthur to basically become a personal toy. He pulled the small English boy into his lap and kissed his neck ever so softly, gently tracing a finger around on his bare arm. "Now, now. It will feel so good...your hours will only be half what they normally are, and I'll pay you so well." N-No! I can't..." He decided. 'Papa' frowned. "Then you'll be out of a job." Arthur's jaw hit the ground. "What the hell?!" The man snickered at him. "I don't need any more strippers little boy. I have far to many. I need a prize of my own." Arthur felt trapped. He had to feed Alfred somehow...he had to keep the house. "Fine. I'll do it..." He wouldn't tell anyone what was going on. He simply took 'Papas' hand and was dragged off for a makeover. "... Alfred... Go to the car." It was only a few feet away, a distance that would take only seconds to get to "Now. Get in, and lock the doors until you see me and your brother coming back." He handed the keys to Alfred and hugged him. "I'm going to get him." Francis followed after the two as close as he could, without being seen. Arthur kept his grip on his bosses hand as they walked into a not so nice part of town. He was taken into a salon and he sneaked as his eyebrows were waxed into thin lines. His hair was trimmed slightly to frame his face in a slightly girly way. After that living hell, he was taken into a little clothing store. He waited as the man picked out stuff for him to try on. Most of it was skimpy lingerie and the likes. "I don't want to wear that." He pouted and crossed his arms. "Why not?" His boss asked, looking at the pink corset he'd picked out for his new lover to be. "Because it's pink." Arthur retorted. He was surprised when the item was put back. "As you wish." A blue corset was picked instead. If Arthur was going to be a whore, he was going to be cute while he did it. He refused to wear anything ugly. After the little shopping spree, they walked out and Arthur sighed. "I need to be getting back home. Alfred may be back by now." He was handed his bags of shoes and clothing, and he sighed as his boss walked off. "I'll see you later Arthur." Papa called and Arthur turned to walk towards his house, still unaware he'd been being followed Francis walked up to Arthur quietly and grabbed his arm. "Arthur! What the hell are you doing?! Do you know what your brother just saw?!" Arthur screamed as someone grabbed him. He calmed down when he realized who it was. "You scared the shit out of me!" He whined and then listened. "Maybe if you people would mind your own damn beeswax neither of you would've seen it! I didn't ask you to take him out!" Arthur snapped at him. "You don't know me! You have no idea what's going on, and stop pretending you do!" "I know that no person should be putting themselves through that to make ends-meat!!!" Francis was shaking. "Your brother is afraid of you because you're depressed, and he's afraid you're going to kill yourself because he can't make you happy!" He took a calming breath. "Arthur, please let me help you... if not for your sake, then for his..." Arthur had the sudden urge to hit Francis in the face. "You have no idea what that was about. How do you not know that was just my boyfriend." He knew that idea was stupid. There was no way a young man like Arthur would date a man on his forties. There was also no way he'd go and get his eyebrows waxed for his date. No one who was dating Simone would make them go have a makeover. "I will help Alfred. Don't you worry about him. He's my family, and I'll take care of him. So kindly bring him home to me and then butt put of my life. You said you wouldn't bother me again if I let you take me home that night, so keep your word." He didn't want to push Francis away. He wanted someone to care, but he just couldn't let anyone get to close. Francis felt a tear threaten to well up in his eyes. "Arthur... Please... Just let me help you... I know you're a good kid... You're going through a rough patch..." He sighed shakily. "Just let me do for you what I would've wanted someone to do for my brother..." Arthur was so surprised that Francis was still being nice. "No! You don't know that I'm a good kid. You don't know that. Furthermore, you met me yesterday, and you act like we've been best friends since birth. I don't understand you!" He ran off in the opposite direction, going towards him house, wanting to escape having to speak to Francis. He didn't want help. Furthermore, he didn't want to be a burden. Furthermore, he saw his brother in the car and knocked on the window. The child got out and smiled, then frowned when he saw the look on Arthur's face. Arthur took Francis' keys and handed them back to him before stalking off to his home, Alfred in tow. The four-year-old waved to France apologetically, and they were gone. Arthur locked Alfred in his room and called his uncle. "Hello." The man answered the phone. "Uncle Robby?" He asked and his uncle paused. "Arthur." He said with hatred. "Yes it's me. Mum died... I... I was wondering if." He was cut off. "No Arthur. You know I hate you. I'll come get Alfred, but your ass is staying there." He gulped. "O-Ok..." His uncle grunted. "I'll be there to pick up my nephew in the morning. Be ready for me." When Francis got back in the car, tears slid out of his eyes. He opened the glove box to pull a picture out of a younger him with an older person who was clearly his brother. "I'm sorry Brother..." He wiped his eyes and went back to his house, hoping to himself that Alfred would call, just to insure they were okay. Alfred cried for hours, watching Arthur pack up all of his personal belongings. "Why do I have to go?" He cried and Arthur sighed. "Uncle Robby loves you, and he can take care of you better than I can ok?" Even with the jobs that he has, Arthur didn't have the funds to care for them both. "Why can't you come?" Alfred asked and England sighed. "Because uncle loves you...not me." He made Alfred some cookies (which he didn't like, but ate, so his brother would be happy.) he also gave Alfred a picture of their whole family and an old pocket watch. "It's all going to be ok baby brother. I love you, and I'll come back for you one day." He ruffled the child's hair and put him to bed. The next morning, the boys' uncle arrived. Alfred took his luggage and cried, hugging Arthur before he went. Arthur grabbed his own things and moved out of the apartment. He'd be living with his boss now. He hadn't the money to pay for the nice apartment, and he'd have to work extra for a place to live. A sigh left him, and he began to walk down his street, headed for the bad parts of town were the pimps, gangsters, and hookers lived. This was his life now. Francis grew more depressed as the day went on. Arthur hadn't shown up for school, and he hadn't heard from either of them. He knew he must have pushed them both away. When school ended, we went to the apartment, only to find that they had moved. He punched the wall and simply went home, knowing it was useless now to even bother. They were both gone. Time skip -TIME SKIP- Time skip He cocked the gun. "I don't give two shits. I can pay you off to give him to me." He pulled a rather large wrap of money out. "God. You're a honey little bastard. Fine. Take him." England frowned. "F-Francis! Stop! Francisco!!! I need this job! Stop it!" "Be quiet Arthur!" He walked over, handed the money to the man, and grabbed Arthur by the wrist, dragging him to his truck. "Arthur, you don't have an option anymore. I'm helping you no matter what the fuck you say. I refuse to let someone I can help end up like my own brother, hanging himself, so his little brother could find him!!!" Arthur was to devastated to argue, he just sat there and sobbed, holding himself and shaking. "I can help myself... I can... I will...!" He was still crying. "Alfred is gone...he won't have to see it." "He would be devastated if he were to hear his big brother as gone." Francis got in the car and drove toward his own house. "I know you say you can help yourself, but it's easier with someone to rely on... I know, you barely know me and I barely know you, but I want you to be okay..." He sighed. "Open the glove box. There's a picture in their beside tissues. Use as many tissues as you need then look at the picture." Arthur continued to cry and got his tissues and wiped his eyes. He looked at the photo. "This is your brother?" He asked. Francis nodded. "Nick was his name... Our parents died in a fire... And then he started to be a male prostitute to try to keep us in money..." He sighed heavily. "I went to a friend's house one night, and when I came home, I went in his room... And he was hanging there, cold, with a note in his hand..." Arthur sniffed. "I-I'm sorry... I sent Alfred to stay with our uncle so he won't have to see this. My uncle wouldn't take me in." "Then I will take you in Arthur... You can even bring Alfred back to you if you'd like." He pulled up to his house and parked before getting out and walking to Arthur's door to open it. "You can take a shower and borrow some of my clothes for the night." Arthur stepped out, embarrassed by his own clothing. He felt naked and basically was. He walked into the house, still crying a little. "Who do you live with? Will they mind?" "I won't mind in the slightest." Francis said, closing the door behind them. "This is my own home after all." He set his car keys in a bowl beside the door. "Let me show you to the bathroom so you can shower..." Arthur followed silently, looking around as they walked through the house. He stopped them in front of a room and he opened the door. Inside was a rather large bed with a fluffy comforter and four pillows. Beside that was a bedside table with a lamp, and a dresser on the opposite wall. "This will be your room..." Arthur nodded and then turned to France. "So.um should I just take a bath now?" Francis nodded. "Of course. Let me get you some clothes and a towel..." He walked down into his room and came back with a fluffy towel, sweatpants and a t-shirt. "Here you go. You can use anything in the bathroom to clean yourself with." He nodded and then stepped out to go into the bathroom. "Francis.? Thanks..." He said bash fully and stepped into the bathroom. He took his shower and then got ready for bed. Furthermore, he slipped under the covers and stared at the ceiling, not able to sleep. "No problem." Francis went about, cleaning up the minor things in his house before he simply fell asleep on the couch, exhausted by everything that had just happened. He was happy, however, that Arthur was no long in danger. Arthur was still up at three in the morning. He was burning up, so he took off the sweatpants and just walked downstairs in the shirt. He didn't see France on the couch, and he slipped outside, walking out into the backyard. Francis jumped when he heard his back door open and looked out to see Arthur outside. He sighed and stood to get himself a glass of iced tea before going to his own room to wait to make sure Arthur came back in, without seeming prying or too overly worried. Arthur says in the grass, crossing his legs and sobbing openly. This was such a hard time for him, and he was so lost and alone. He felt like was a child again. It seemed like when his dad died, only this time, there was no comfort. There was no one to tell him there would be hope. None his family wanted him because he was the odd one. They believed he was a bad omen because of his unattractive eyebrows and inability to cook. They also didn't like his green eyes with the blonde hair. It wasn't even his fault that he was born the way he was. Francis got worried still and went to the window again to see he was sitting on the ground. He opened the door and walked quietly out to him. "Arthur... I want you to know... If you need a shoulder to cry on... I've got two..." He knew that sounded terribly corny but, maybe it would earn a small smile. "May I sit with you, or would you like me to leave?" He grabbed around Francis' legs and held his face there. He soaked his legs and cried on him. "I want you." He said quietly. Francis managed to sit down and wrapped his arms around the crying boy. "I'm right here for you Arthur..." He rubbed the British teen's back softly. "I'm right here..." He cried all over him for about thirty minutes and then fell asleep, breathing heavily. When Francis felt him asleep, he picked him up carefully and walked him into the house and tucked him into bed before going to bed himself. When Arthur woke, he got up and brushed his teeth before getting ready for school. He looked around for Francis. He went into his room and poked his cheek. "Wake up." "Man...?" Francis woke to see Arthur above him. "Oh, Good morning Arthur..." Arthur sat on the edge of the bed. "Are we going to school today?" He asked. "Would you like to go? Or would you rather spend the day resting?" Francis asked after he stood up. Arthur frowned. "I'm not sure if I'm ready to go back yet." "Then I will get Antonio and Gilbert to bring us both our classwork and homework." He sent them both a quick text before looking at the Britain. "Surely you must be hungry... How about I make you something to eat?" He shook his head slowly. "No, I'm sorry, I'm not starving..." "Well, if you do get hungry, please tell me, okay?" Francis ruffled his hair. "If you need anything, tell me" Arthur nodded. "Do you think...we could just hang out today?" Francis nodded. "We can do exactly that, Arthur." He smiled softly at the Britain. A small smile crossed his face. "That's good. I'd like to be better friends." "I would like that as well" He smiled softly. "What would you like to know first" He hummed softly. "Well, start simple. Favorite food etc." "Well, my favorite food is shrimp scampi" "I think mine is...um. I don't know. I like peanut butter and jelly. What about favorite color?" "Red. It’s such a nice color, you know?" Arthur nodded. "I like Green myself." "Like your eyes..." he said, noticing the color. "You and your brother have different colored eyes..." England blushed just slightly, hardly even noticeable. "Yeah... Arthur takes after my mother...and my father. He has their best traits. Mother had blue eyes, fathers were Green, but turned blue. They both had blonde hair." He thought even more about how he'd been disowned for being unattractive "well, I think green is a pretty color for eyes." England sighed. "I'd be happier if they were blue." "Well... I think your eyes are perfect." He blushed yet again. "Thanks... I like yours..." "Well thank you..." He laughed softly "In fact... I like everything about you." He added. "You do...?" Francis felt a slight tinge of blush creep onto his cheeks "Mm." Arthur answered, becoming suddenly very shy. "Okay, my turn to ask a question... What is your favorite kind of movie?" Arthur thought for a moment. "Either horror or comedy." "I am actually quite the fan of a good comedy..." Arthur scooted just a tad closer. "Do you want to watch a movie then?" "If that is what you would like to do..." Francis stood and opened a cupboard beside his TV. It was slam full of DVDs. "Come over and pick one" Arthur just grabbed a random one. "Here." "Alright." Francis turned the TV on and put the DVD in. England pulled his legs up into his chest and started watching. Francis sat beside the Britain to watch the movie with him. England stayed attentive for about thirty minutes before his eyes started dropping, and he slumped up against Francis, closing his eyes. He'd been so emotional lately, and he was tired." Francis put an arm around Arthur, just to keep him comforted. Arthur smiled softy in his half asleep state. He snuggled just a bit closer. He held the boy closer, glad he was safe with him. Arthur finally fell completely asleep and moved around a little, humming softly. Francis stroked his hair, careful not to wake the boy. He seemed so happy and peaceful in his sleep, and who was he to even think of disturbing it. When England woke up, he was still groggy, and he just looked up at Francis. "Hi." He said sleepily. "Hello there." Francis smiled down at him. "Did you sleep well?" He nodded. "Yes." He said and nuzzled a little. "Well, that's good." He rubbed the other boy's back. "What ya want to do now?" He asked and yawned, stretching out. "I want you to eat something. You haven't eaten since you got here..." Arthur groaned. "I really don't want to." "Please? Even if it's just a piece of toast? I don't want you to starve..." England looked down at his own body. "I'm far from starving." Francis sighed. "Please just eat one thing." "Fine. What should I eat?" "How about a peanut butter and jelly sandwich?" "Fine." He got up and headed to the kitchen. Francis stood up and followed after him England rummaged around in the fridge and then got all her needed. Francis simply watched. "Would you like some tea?" He cocked an eyebrow and smirked. "If you think you can do it right." "I can try..." He opened a cupboard to pull out tea bags and got a tea kettle to boil the water. Arthur giggled. "Want help?" "... Yes please..." He said, hanging his head from his incompetence. Arthur went to the stove and got the water ready. "Now wait for it to boil." "Alrighty~" He looked at Arthur and smiled. "I can cook well, but get me to make tea...." He laughed. Arthur smiled in return. "I can't cook according to other's, but my tea is ok." Francis laughed softly. "Seems we'd make a good team then." England just blushed and cooked the tea, trying to hide his face. "Yeah... I guess so." "It's true. I could make the food, and you are the tea...." "Are we talking like, in a restaurant or something?" Francis laughed. "No, just here silly." Arthur nodded. "Oh, ok." His face was tinted a soft pink. "Does, that sound like a plan, Mon Cher?" He nodded and then took the tea off. "A brilliant idea. Now go sit so I can serve you." "Oh, alright..." Francis went to the kitchen table and sat down Arthur got the tea poured and then put the cup on a saucer before bringing it to Francis. He put sugar and cream on the table, and a little spoon to stir with. "There we are." He says at the table with him own tea and a sandwich. Francis smiled at the other. "Thank you, Arthur." He added a bit of sugar before stirring it. Arthur just drank his black, nibbling at the sandwich sometimes. "I hope you like it..." Francis took a sip of the tea and his eyes widened. "This is amazing..." Arthur was blushing furiously, his face the shade of a tomato. "U-Um... Thanks." He said bash fully and hung his head. "Oh? Why are you hanging your head, Arthur? I complimented you. You should be holding your head high..." Arthur covered his now even redder face with his hands. "Er...thanks..." "Is something wrong.?" Francis was worried he'd somehow offended the Britain. "Did, I say something bad?" Arthur shook his head. "No! No, no... I'm sorry, I just...no one ever compliments me..." "I don't see why they wouldn't. You're a very complimentable person" Arthur sighed. "Well, you know...some people don't like the way I look. That's what it really boils down to. If you're not outstandingly handsome, everyone in my family hates you." "Well. They have very poor judgement!" He said. What kind of family would judge you by look? He sighed. "Apparently I've cursed them. They want gorgeous children, and well, I didn't fit that profile." "Well, again. They're wrong. You're perfect." England was sure he looked like a fool, blushing again. "T-Thank you Francis... I think you look so much better..." Francis laughed. "You are entitled to your opinion." He smiled. "You keep blushing..." Arthur tried to stop, but the comment about him blushing simply made him blush more. "I-I'm sorry... I don't mean to..." "It is adorable." Francis laughed and drank more of his tea "R-Really?" He fidgeted with his hands, glancing up at Francis shyly. "Really." Francis said with a small smile. "So, what exactly do you think of me Francis?" He asked. "Like, how do you see me?" "Hm? I see you as a friend..." He was slightly confused by the question He tried not to show disappointment. "Oh. Ok. Same here." "Well, I guess I'd like more, but, I'd rather you be my friend than not at all" He decided to ask something dangerous. "What do you mean by more?" He inquired. "Well..." He coughed slightly. "As, more than a friend..." It was his turn to blush. England moved a little closer, closing his eyes and pressing his lips softly against Francis'. He was half afraid he'd just be pushed away, but he knew he'd have to take his chances. Francis' eyes widened then fell shut as he kissed the other boy back. He was taken by surprise, but it was a very pleasant surprise. Arthur sighed ad pulled back. He was surprised he hadn't been rejected. "So...this...is ok then.?" He asked, still wondering what Francis was thought at the moment. "Yes... This is totally, and completely okay..." Francis said, looking into the other's eyes He nodded and smiled, then kissed him again. "Good. Because I like this." ---------- Post added 06-20-2012 at 03:21 PM ---------- ((cute FRUP pic.)) "As do I" He smiled happily. ((No show)) ((eh >_Arthur sat back I his seat. "So...what does this mean?" "Well, I guess. This means we're boyfriend and boyfriend." He laughed softly. "If you want to be that is." He grinned happily. "Yes! I'd love that." "Then, that is what we are." he smiled softly, and a thought occurred to him. "Would you... Would you like to get Alfred back?" Arthur's face dropped. "Yeah, but my uncle will never give him up." "He does not have legal rights to Alfred. Thus, he shouldn't even have him." Arthur felt tears well up. "But I don't have legal rights either." "Then, you can allow me to go and help you get him." He wiped his eyes. "Really?! Will you!?" "Yes. I will." He put a hand over Arthur's. "I want to help you" He laid his head in Francis' shoulder. "Thank you so much..." Francis held the other close to him. "It's no problem..." "When should we go?" "As soon as possible. Gil and Antonio can cover for us." "Ok. Thank you do much." "No problem, Mon Amie." Francis kissed Arthur's hand. "Whenever you want, we can go." He nodded. "Ok. Can we go now then?" He asked softly. "After you get some actual clothes on." Arthur ran off to Francis' room, raiding his closet. "How about this?" The clothes were a bit big on him because he was smaller. "Well, it's a bit big... Maybe we could go buy you an outfit." Arthur shook his head. "No! I won't let you use your money." "How about, if you pay me back after you get a decent job? Will that work?" Arthur nodded. "Ok, that's fair." "Is there a store you like in particular?" Arthur shrugged. "Eh... I don't know a lot of places in France." "Then we shall shop around and see, then go to your uncle's" "Ok. I'll try not to take too much time shopping. I want to get my brother as soon as I can." "Alright, get your shoes on and let's go. " Francis said, slipping his shoes on. Arthur slid on some shoes and ran after him. Francis unlocked the car and got in the driver's seat. England jumped into the passenger side. "I'm ready to go." Francis pulled out of the driveway and drove off. "So, we're do you shop?" He asked. "Can we get something kind of punk looking? I like that style." "Mm. I know a place where we can find that." he drove and parked in front of a store that seemed to house only punk clothing with a sign that said hiring. Arthur practically flew from the car, clearly excited. "It's beautiful!!" He hummed in appreciation. He waited for Francis before charging into the store full speed. Francis followed him happily into the store and saw the sign that was said hiring. "Hey... Arthur...?" He was busy raiding the skinny jeans. "Yes~" "they're hiring here..." England gasped a little. "Can I fill out an application?" He asked, eyes pleading. "Of course you can!" He laughed softly. "I wouldn't stop you from that" He smiled and asked the lady behind the counter for an application, then filled it out. When all of that was done, he went to pick out an outfit. He got a pair of black skinnies and a cute t-shirt with a monster on it. He also got a pair of converses since Francis' shoes were so big on him. Francis pulled out his debit card so he could pay for Arthur's clothes and waited for him to come to the counter. Arthur held back all of his happiness, not wanting to freak anyone out. He certainly loved the clothes. Francis paid for the clothes, then asked if Arthur could just use the dressing room to change that way they could go straight to his uncle's. When they got the okay, he shoos'd Arthur to the room Arthur went in and changed quickly, then modeled in front of Francis. "What do you think?" "I think you look amazing" "Well thank you love." He walked towards the door so they could go to his uncle's Francis followed after him and got in the car. "Directions, por favor~" "Let me drive." He went to the driver's seat. "Alright then... You have a license, right?" "Yeah." "Then you may drive." He drove the long distance to his uncle's and then stopped. "What should we do?" He asked nervously. "I'm about to bullshit a load of stuff." Francis stated rather simply. Arthur was slightly afraid. "Well, let's get this over with." Francis got out of the car and went to the front door, and knocked, waiting for someone to answer. England kind of his behind Francis. His uncle answered, only seeing Francis at first. "Oh, what a charming young man." Then he says Arthur. "Ugh. Didn't I make it clear I don't want you?" He said towards Arthur. "Oh, non, non, non! That's not why we are here. You see, my name is Francis Borneo. I took him in, so I could turn him into a proper gentleman, meaning I will be training him away from any rebelliousness, such as what you see right now. I will be putting him through makeovers until he is attractive to any lady who may want to take an interest in him. He has, however, refused to agree with this until his little brother can come with him, so that Alfred may also become a proper gentleman, so that when he is older, he may find an attractive woman to court, marry, and have beautiful children with." The uncle cocked an eyebrow. "And how do you plan to fix all of that ugly. Hmm? You can't change his eyes can you. Ugh! Dreadful green orbs from hell." England felt a little squeak form in his thought and he turned away slightly, feeling like he was being judged. "All of that hair! That had to go. It's unkempt and certainly untolerable. I see his eyebrows have been dealt with, thank god. Ugh! That nose. That ugly nose." Arthur had sunk back a good bit by this point and his uncle snickered. "And he's a girly little cry baby. No wonder your mother died. She probably didn't want to live because the son was such a disgrace to our family." Arthur was so humiliated at this point that he didn't think he could take anymore. Then Alfred came to the door. The boy had been changed. He was bigger than before, his eyes held more maturity, he didn't seem to really like Arthur. "Hello brother." He said calmly and Arthur felt a sob threatening to come forth. He knew he couldn't cry in front of his brother or his uncle. "Hello Alfred. I have come to bring you back home." The child laughed. "Uncle explained to me why you have been disowned. Look at you. Why couldn't your friend have been my brother? You're such a silly little git." Arthur looked at Francis, and within a few moments had flung himself into Francis' arms. Rage flared in Francis' eyes, and he grabbed the uncle by his shirt's collar. "What the hell is wrong with you, you fucking ass?! Who the hell treats their family like they're a fucking monster!?" He slammed the man against the wall rather easy. "You're a horrible monster! You're completely unfit to even share the same DNA with someone as amazing as Arthur! And you fucking changed his brother! He wasn't like that!" He held a death grip on the man's arm, sure to leave bruises. Alfred simply stared blankly. Arthur was shocked and his uncle's eyes were the size of golf balls. "Excuse me young man!?" He was appalled. "Have you not seen his face? Child, he IS a monster." "No! You are the fucking monster!!!" he glared. "A vanity centered monster!!" The man laughed heartily. "You're so blind. You should get some glasses. Besides, he's a bloody devil worshiper with his 'black magic'." "so what if he does black magic? That's no reason to treat him horribly!" the whole thing came as a surprise to him, but he truly didn't care. The uncle threw Alfred towards Arthur. "Just take him and leave! It's not worth my time to argue with you." Alfred's jaw dropped. "What?! You're just going to give me away?! You said you loved me!" Arthur glared. "You see Alfred, this is what you abandoned me for." Alfred looked at his bother's hurt expression. "A-Arthur...." Francis glared at the man before looking to Alfred and Arthur. "Come on. Let's leave, and now." Arthur got in the car, ignoring Alfred completely. Francis waited until Alfred got in the car, and he got in to drive them home. "Arthur." Alfred called. The Brit refused to answer. "Arthur...? Please...answer me..." He said, tears welling up in his eyes. Arthur was staring out the window, refusing to look at his brother who had rejected him only moments ago. "Do you see what you disowned me for?" Arthur asked coldly, and Alfred remained silent. "I... I'm sorry." He said finally. Pained green eyes met blue ones. "Don't speak to me." "Arthur... Don't be that way to him..." Francis said, not wanting them to hate one another. "He called me ugly." Arthur said simply "He surely didn't mean it, Arthur..." Arthur growled. "I'm sure he did." Alfred cringed in his own seat, afraid of Arthur and his anger. "He's just a kid..." Arthur sighed as Alfred stroked his hair. "It's ok... I was confused..." Francis decided now would be a good time to be quiet. Arthur wanted to stay mad, but his anger just wouldn't last. "UN...fine then." He said softly, just letting Alfred keep touching his hair. "Okay... Alfred, have you eaten lunch yet?" "Yeah." He answered. "Is there anything you need before we go back to my house?" He sighed. "Did Arthur keep any of our clothes?" Arthur shook his head. "I couldn't afford to keep them." Alfred sighed again. "Then let's go back to your house Francis." Francis nodded and drove toward his house. "I can take you clothes shopping, Alfred..." Alfred nodded. "Ok." Francis got them back to the house. "Home sweet home, OUI?" Arthur went in and plopped on the couch. Alfred laid down beside him. Francis left them to their own devices and read a book Arthur was curled up around Alfred, both fell asleep, and their heavy breathing filled the room. When Francis heard them sleeping, he went to prepare the other bedroom that was Alfred could have it. Arthur woke not very long after, but Alfred remained fast asleep. He sighed and kissed his little brother's forehead. Francis was in the kitchen, cooking dinner for the three of them. Arthur stood up and made his way into the kitchen. He slipped his arms around Francis' waist. "Well hello..." Francis put a hand over one of Arthur's arm. "Sleep well?" "Hey. Yeah, I slept ok." He said softly. He kissed the back of his neck. "What have you been doing." "Preparing a room for Alfred, and then dinner right now..." He sighed. "You work so hard." He kissed his neck again. "Thank you so much." "It's not that big a deal, but your welcome." he smiled over at the Britain England pet his head. "ITIS big deal. No one's ever been this kind to me." "Well, that's just not nice..." he said with a frown as he stirred the food. "Everyone needs to be treated with respect." Arthur just sighed. "Well. Some people are shallow enough to base everything on appearance." "Well, I would still treat you this way if I had that mind set." England just smiled. "Well that's good to know." Francis smiled. "I suppose it is..." He finished with the food and put it on three plates. "Is Alfred awake yet?" Arthur went and checked on his little brother. "No." He picked the child up and shook him a little. "But he is now." Francis simply laughed before setting the plates on the dining table. "Well, dinner is served." Alfred sat at the table, eager to eat. Arthur sat beside him. "Come Francis. Sit beside me." Alfred begged "But what if I want to sit beside both of you?" Francis asked, seeing as how he'd have to choose if not. Arthur got up and sat so that Francis could sit in the middle. "That better?" He asked grumpily. Francis frowned and sat beside him. "I am sorry...?" Arthur glared directly at Alfred. "Wasn't you I was mad at." Francis frowned. "Don't be mad, Mon Cher" Alfred glared right back at Arthur. "He's my friend too Arthur!" The Brit snarled. "Well he'my boyfriend." He hissed back. Alfred laughed. "You're a faggot." England got a rather scary smile on his face. "Want to live twerp? Somehow I think you just want to die." Alfred stuck his tongue out and Arthur started chanting, making Alfred scream and run away. "DEVIL WORSHIPER!!!" He yelled and Arthur just grinned, taking a bite of food. Francis bit his lip to keep from smiling. "Arthur... that was mean" He smiled to show he was teasing. "How long will he be afraid?" Arthur grinned. "Oh, a few hours..." "Well, I suppose he can eat then." Francis laughed very softly before taking a bite of his own food He nodded and took a bite of his own food. "This is good." "Why thank you... I've always loved to cook..." He smiled, happy that the English teen enjoyed his cooking. "Did you learn this from family?" He asked softly. He knew that might be a touchy subject. "Initially, yes, I did... I and mom would cook all the time, and dad would help..." He smiled fondly, remembering those days. He smiled. "Mom was such a good cook." "I think, all mothers are good cooks... Just, out of instinct..." He smiled and looked out into the distance. "Yeah. I miss my mum." "I miss mine too... Want to see a picture of her?" He nodded. "I'd like that." Francis stood up and walked out of the room before walking back in with a black picture frame. "This is her and dad..." He handed the picture to him. It had a handsome blonde-headed man with his arm around a rather lovely blonde haired woman's shoulder, and the woman was holding a baby. "This was after I was born..." He smiled. "I can see where your good looks came from." He handed Francis a photo of his mother and a man with blonde hair and dazzling emerald eyes. There was a little boy, maybe five, with thick eyebrows and the same green eyes as the man. The woman was holding a baby with blue eyes like her own. Everyone in the picture except the little boy whose face was straight and blank. "That's my family." "I see where your good looks come from." He stated, completely serious. "Al looks so cute as a baby..." "Thanks. I look a bit like my father I guess." "You do." He smiled and handed the picture back. England was more than happy. "Thank you. I seriously appreciate that. I really wish I looked even more like him." "I think you, Mon Cher," Francis wrapped his arms around Arthur. "Look absolutely perfect, just the way you are" Arthur returned the embrace. "Thank you love. I do think you're perfect as well." Francis smiled and kissed the top of Arthur's head. Arthur caught Francis' lips. "Bet you didn't see that coming." Francis chuckled. "No, I did not, Mon Cher." England leaned against Francis' body and enjoyed the feeling of just being held by the one he loved. It was moments like this that made him believe he could make it through this life of his, even of it hadn't been very good up until now. Francis rubbed Arthur's back softly, then swayed them very slightly. He really didn't feel like letting go of the boy. He seemed to fit just perfectly in his arms, and he'd like to keep it just like that. Arthur pulled Way as the doorbell rang. "I'll get it!" Alfred ran to the door as well, both boys opening it quickly. There stood a man in solid black, a gun in one hand. He grabbed Arthur and held the gun to his throat. He slowly pointed said gun at Alfred and shot the young boy in the head. "ALFRED!!!" Arthur screamed in agony, his heart clenching up painfully. He was dragged away to a truck and tossed in. He was so traumatized that he couldn't even remember about Francis or his time in France. Furthermore, he could remember bits and pieces of his father, mother, and now brother dying. Arthur escaped his captors a few months afterward, forced to live his teenage years on the streets. He managed to put himself through collage and ended up representing the United Kingdom, particularly England. He was now twenty-three years old. Furthermore, he walked into the large conference hall to meet with all the nations' representatives for the first time. Furthermore, he'd been in meetings with other representatives one on one, but now this was all of them. Furthermore, he was known to argue and get him way, using coldness and cruelty to get his way in any situation. Francis held a funeral for Alfred, paying all the expenses himself. He never saw Arthur again, and he never loved anyone as much as he had loved that boy, no where close. He went through a very extensive college program and wound up being the representation of the entire country of France for world conferences at age twenty-five. When he was at the most recent meeting, he saw across the room, a blonde haired country, with emerald green eyes. "Non, it couldn't be..." he said quietly to himself. He had honestly figured the boy to be dead. Cold green eyes stared out into the room, hardly taking any notice of the rather attractive Frenchman. He'd learned not to really love anyone. Not since that dreadful year that he lost everything that ever mattered. "Should we begin?" The American representative asked, and it became quiet. The older American man spoke a bunch of nonsense about helping out with a war that wasn't anyone's concern. "That's just like you to give aid to a country that previously tried to kill you." The Englishman snapped. "I refuse to agree with this nonsense." The man's jaw dropped. "Excuse me Mr. Kirkland?" He demanded. "Children and Women are dying over there!" Arthur stood up and slammed both hands on the table. "And that is a thing that happens with war. I will not risk my men for your pointless, idiotic plans!" The American slammed his hands down just as hard. "We don't need you red-coated twits anyway!" Arthur felt his eye twitch. "Don't forget your were a part of this nation!" He yelled, blonde hair sticking up slightly. It covered over his eyes and the American tried to move it, but Arthur smacked his hand. "Don't touch me!" The rest of the people hadn't even gotten in a word. Francis just watched silently. Arthur had changed... Cracked you could say. And he understood why. He really just wanted this meeting to end so he could speak with him. By the time the meeting had ended for the day, nothing had been accomplished. Arthur had yelled, his American enemy had yelled, and no one else had a chance to do much more than watch the two have a yelling fight. The meeting was ended when Arthur received a slap in the face and had punched the American man in the face for slapping him. He grabbed his things and prepared to leave. Francis ran over to Arthur as he was packing up. "A-Arthur... I thought you were dead!" He said, sounding entirely relieved. "What happened to you??" Arthur backed up. "That's not funny. I'm quite sure we haven't met. I'll have you know I don't have a very decent sense of humor, therefore I do not believe you and I will be very compatible for friendship." On that note he walked himself out, not looming at Francis twice. "..." Francis ran after Arthur and grabbed him by the shoulders. "You don't remember me?? You were... Do you remember Alfred?" Arthur was startled by the random contact, and he slapped Francis' hands away hard. "Get away from me, you bloody Frenchman! How the hell do you know my brother? You know what, I don't want to know...just leave me alone!" He ran away as fast as he could. Francis put a shaky hand on his cheek, tears welling in his eyes. He'd been forgotten. He left the conference and went back to his home in France after reporting to his boss. Furthermore, he didn't even bother to go home, but went to the grave of Alfred. "He remembers you Al..." He sighed and took the dead, wilted flowers off the grave. "I'll replace these later..." he said, knowing the boy couldn't hear him, but it was for himself. He went home finally, trying to figure out what to do about Arthur. Arthur sat in his home, tears flowing in a steady stream. Having his brother brought up had been so very painful. He held himself in a little ball, only wishing He had someone to hold him and remind him he wasn't alone. Unfortunately, he was alone in this. The next day, Francis used his connections in the embassy to get the address of Arthur. He didn't plan on visiting him. If he had forgotten him, he had forgotten him, and he couldn't change that. He, however, wrote the address and directions to get to Alfred's grave, along with a note stating that it was only so he could see his brother's final resting spot. He sent the letter with a courier who was already on his way to England to deliver letters from France to the United Kingdom, so Arthur should be getting it the next day. Francis used today to replace the flowers and to clean any dirt off of the tombstone. Arthur got the letter and made an immediate trip to France. The young man went to the grave only when he saw no one else, early in the morning when the sun hadn't even risen. He had his bodyguards leave him, and he collapsed beside the grave, laying face down on the earth and sobbing. He could remember that he'd been fighting with Alfred the day he'd been killed. They'd beneath someone's house. He couldn't remember who. Francis could only hope that Arthur had gone to the grave that day... He didn't want to lurk around and wait for him. He knew Arthur needed that on his own terms. Furthermore, he truly only had one last thing he wanted to say to the Britain, and he guessed, he could just finally move on completely. Arthur cried from sunrise to sunset, his caretakers checking on him ever do often. When he was done crying, He left flowers and a little British flag. "Farewell dear brother." He said softly and pulled on his coat. His face was smudged with dirt and grass stains, mixed with tears. His eyes were puffy and red, his face was pale, and blonde hair stuck up in every direction. He was sure he looked like hell as he got ready to exit the graveyard. Francis spent all day, going over countless times what he would say. No matter how he put it though, it sounded absolutely terrible, but it had to be said. He hoped that, maybe seeing the grave might've triggered him to remember everything Francis had done, but that was a looking shot. Arthur had to spend the night in France since another conference would be held here soon. He sighed and walked back to the hotel, going to his room and laying to sleep. The next morning he decided to just walk around Paris, not knowing what else to do. Francis roamed Paris with his friends, all but himself enjoying the bright sky and nice weather. There was plenty of time before the conference, but still, Gilbert and Antonio had come early to try to get him out of his funk. It wasn't really working, especially since the Bad Touch Trio, as they had been called before Arthur came along, just couldn't be the same until Francis was normal once more. They kept trying still though, trying to cheer him up. Arthur stopped by a house as they were walking. It was Francis' house from when they'd both been boys in school. That whole year of memories flooded his mind all at once. "Francis..." He muttered and his men worried. "Francis sir?" He nodded. "Please, send him this letter." Arthur took a piece of paper and wrote a note that explained he'd remembered, was sorry he'd forgotten, and wanted Francis to take him away and love him forever. He knew that wasn't the kind of note an adult male should send to another man, but he couldn't help it. The note was delivered to one of Francis household servants to give to him when he came back to his home. After an entire day of roaming Paris, the three friends finally returned to Francis' house. His house servants had left the note on his dresser, but he didn't notice. He simply just flopped in bed and pulled the covers over his head. He missed Arthur even more now that he knew he was alive, and it hurt worse to know he had been forgotten. Arthur's men were rather worried about him. As the day went on, he'd become increasingly more shaken, and slightly.nicer. Arthur had been nothing but mean for the time that his men had known him, and it frightened them to think he might be changing. His maids bathed him and readied him for bed. He wasn't going to be at the meeting tomorrow, and instead his substitute would go to represent him. His caretakers had made that decision since he was acting so oddly. The next day, Francis was ready to see Arthur and speak to him once more. However, when he arrived, there was a different dignitary in his place. "Of course... I scared him off..." Francis sighed and took his seat. Arthur snuck his way out of the house the second his maid's back was turned. He ran back to the conference and knocked ever so lightly on the door to the room. Once answered, he marched right in. "Arthur!" One of the servants who'd been watching over his rep lament exclaimed and Arthur walked over, making a motion for the man to stand and move. He did and Arthur say, refusing to answer and questions. Francis watched as Arthur came in and sat down. He was fascinated by the fact that he had even shown up. He still resolved to speak with him, but now he felt nervous as hell. Arthur stared coldly at most of the room, his eyes softening when they got to Francis. His eyes stayed there the rest of the meeting. Francis simply just looked at his notes, embarrassed when he caught Arthur looking at him. Surely Arthur had to hate him now... And who could blame him? When it ended, Arthur got up and went to Francis and embraced him with no explanation. Francis jumped in surprise, then put his arms around the other man. "Arthur...? Why the sudden...?" The Frenchman thought the Britain hated him. Arthur leaned up and kissed him. "Francis..." he mumbled Francis' eyes widened at the kiss, as he's sure many of the other dignitary's eyes widened as well, but he didn't care. "Arthur? D-Do you... Do you remember me....?" "Yes...o my god...yes..." He kissed him again, tears flowing down his cheeks. People were staring in awe, some in horror. "I love you Francis..." Francis held Arthur close to him like he had before he lost him, tears falling from his own eyes. "I love you too, Arthur... God, I've missed you..." He kissed the top of Arthur's head. Arthur didn't want to break away from this embrace, so he just stood there and let Francis hold him. "Please. I don't want you to ever let go..." "I never want to... Last time I did, I lost you..." He stroked the Englishman's head softly. "I don't want to lose you ever again, Mon Cher..." Arthur nodded. "And I don't ever want to lose you, love." He snuggled farther into the embrace and heard someone clear their throat. It was his main butler. "Sir. Shouldn't you be at home resting?" Arthur smiled. "Only if Francis can come." Francis slipped his hand into Arthur's, not wanting to release him entirely. It seemed too perfect for him to have his love back Arthur gripped the hand tightly, almost afraid this would end if he didn't hold on well enough. "Do you want to come back to my place." Francis nodded. "Of course, Mon Cher. I'm not ready to leave your company." THT made Arthur smile. "Very well. Let us go then." He leads Francis out to a limo. Francis followed and got in after Arthur. "Arthur, what happened to you? I looked everywhere for you." Arthur shivered. "I was stuck with my kidnappers for a few months. They tortured me and tried selling me on the black market. I managed to get away and lived on the street, taking on odd jobs. I managed to put myself through school, and now here I am." Francis frowned and held the man to him. "I'm so sorry... I don't mean to keep prying... but what do you mean by odd jobs?" Arthur kissed Francis' hand. "Not this kind of jobs my love. I was a butler for a period of time, I worked on cars and such for a while...stuff like that." "Oh..." he let out a breath of relief that he didn't realize he was holding. "Sorry for even thinking that..." "I could see why you would think that. I've saved myself though." He said it kind of softly. "I see." He pet the boy's head softly. "I never forgot you, Arthur... I never felt for someone the way I felt for you..." Arthur stayed there. "I haven't felt this way since.... I can't even remember the last time. I guess the last time I felt this way was all those years ago when you and I were together." "I'm glad you and I are back together... I was so relieved to see you were alive though... Even if you had forgotten me..." He frowned. "Oh, Francis. You thought they killed me didn't you... I'm so sorry..." He pet the man's head. "I was afraid they'd have killed you..." He sighed. "But, you're alive and well, that's all that matters" "Mmm. And I'm glad I'm alive and well. You've given me a renewed desire to live." "I have?" He smiled softly and kissed his cheek. "I'm glad Mon Cher." They arrived at Arthur's own rather large mansion in England and he helped Francis from the car. "It's amazing what kind of money one can obtain by being a politician." He said softly. "I know..." He laughed. "It's quite amazing how much one is paid." Arthur invited Francis in and hoped he liked Arthur's rather odd sense of style. There was a lot of glass, shiny and fancy to the eyes. The chandelier produced a dull, romantic, soft, light. The walls were a deep shade of bloody red. It was mostly gothic styled, 1800s English in design. "Do make yourself at home." Francis looked around at the decor. "This is rather interesting." He smiled. "I like it." Arthur smiled. "I'm glad. I thought it suited me." "It really does..." He looked at the Britain. "I'm sorry for the other day... For just so suddenly bringing up Alfred..." Arthur put a finger over Francis' lips. "Shhh. Shush baby. It's ok, I'm glad you gave him a good funeral. My baby brother deserves that." Francis nodded. "That he did..." He sighed. "I just wish I'd been a better brother to him." "You were a nice brother to him" "I could've been better." He argued. "No you couldn't have" He sighed. "But. I put him through so much." "But he loved you, Mon Cher..." He put a hand on Arthur's shoulder. "So much" Arthur sighed. "I know he did. Poor child." "He's in a better place, Yann?" Arthur went slightly glassy eyes. "Better place." He thought about that's what he had always said to Alfred when someone in their family died. "Did... Did I say something wrong...? I'm sorry..." he frowned. "I didn't mean to offend you..." Arthur shook his head. "Oh, no. I was just thinking. Sorry about that." "It's fine... How about I make you a nice meal?" Arthur paused. It had been a while since he'd eaten Francis' cooking, and as much as he longed to taste it, he didn't want a guest working in his house. "New, I have servants for that of you're hungry. Why don't you just sit and relax with me?" "Well, it would've been my pleasure to cook for you again. Maybe another night?" He sat down with Arthur. "Sure, another night. For now, I just want you to relax." He smiles happily at Francis. "What do you want to eat? I'll have my maids cook up something." "I'm up for anything..." Francis couldn't even imagine having a maid cook for him. "Really, just, whatever is good..." England had the maid bring them a few of the finest French delicacies. "The best for my love." France smiled softly. "Well, thank you then..." Arthur took a snail and ate it, not very fond of it at all. This was one of those things that felt like it shouldn't be food at all. He didn't show it though. He just ate it like he'd eat anything else Francis ate slowly, wishing he had just been able to cook for them instead. Arthur stopped eating after a very small portion of food. He just wasn't feeling it. "Are you enjoying it Francis?" A slightly childish, hopeful look crossed his face Francis smiled. "Of course I am, Mon Cher." Arthur smiled the first real smile of happiness in years. "That makes me really happy." The smile almost hurt his face it was so wide. "You're smiling..." Francis too smiled. "I love your smile" Arthur felt a blush creep to his cheeks, a blush that hadn't been there since high school. "Thank you, Francis. Your smiled is rather charming as well." Francis laughed softly. "You're blushing too, Mon Amie..." he leaned over and kissed Arthur's cheek. "It's so cute~" Arthur laughed. "I'm glad that I can still be cute, even as an old man." Francis laughed. "You aren't an old man. You're still young and handsome." He grinned. "Well thank you then." Francis smiled and kissed Arthur softly. "No need to thank me for speaking the truth" Arthur grabbed around Francis' Neck and pulled him down for a longer, better kiss. Francis didn't argue, and kept kissing the younger man. He put his arms around him and held him close. Arthur continued to kiss him, not caring that the walls were thin, and his voice could probably be heard as he moaned into Francis' lips. He licked at the man's bottom lip, begging for entrance impatiently. Francis opened his mouth with a sigh and french-kissed the other man. His heart jumped the same way it had the first time they kissed. Arthur was delighted by Francis' participation. He fought with the other's tongue, trying to win the battle for dominance. He wasn't thinking straight, and his breath hitched, making him even more excited. Furthermore, he climbed onto Francis, and then stopped. "Part of me...waits to wait...for sex..." He panted. "Part of me is afraid...if I don't give it to you now...the chance might be taken...from me..." He couldn't catch his breath and he went for the other's mouth again. Francis pulled away for a moment. "Mon Cher, you will not lose your chance to give it to me." He pecked the Britain. "You won't be away from me long enough for that to happen..." He resumed the kiss, not wanting it to end. Arthur closed his eyes as the kiss was resumed, and he added passion behind it, loosening his tie as he started to feel hot. "Mmm...Hamm..." He groaned into the kiss. This was so unlike anything he'd done before in his life. The last time he'd even kissed was as a teenager. Now that he was an adult, he didn't want the light pecks that they'd shared as adolescences (well, he wanted those too sometimes, just not at the moment.) he wanted to be kissed like a man. That's how he would describe this rather sensual action. Francis moaned softly, keeping control of the kiss but keeping it deep and passionate. He felt as though he wouldn't be able to hold back if Arthur said no to going further, but he knew he'd be able to. "Mm. Arthur..." He hooked a finger under Arthur's tie and held him closer for the kiss. Arthur's breath was all over the place. "Francis... Francis...bedroom...please...let's go to the bedroom." He begged, standing and taking his hand, trying to drag the larger Frenchman up the stairs with him. "R-right..." He followed Arthur up to his bedroom and pushed him onto the bed and climbed over him, kissing him once more. Arthur kissed back, a loud moan escaped him, much louder than any of the other ones he'd made so far.((email?)) "That was adorable, Mon Cher..." Francis said when he pulled away for a quick breath.((You know it~)) ((ok, I'll email you.))

FrUk you!|rating:3.0

The realm of Elves [5e INC]

In the cool morning of the realm of Tavern'Rail, five wandering adventurers make their way along simple paths and dirt trails through the marshy forests in the northern lands. Two of these individuals keep cloaks around them to hide their features. All of them have heard rumors of the Shallow Moor, a small village in the north that keeps itself on high alert at night and who's people have been acting strangely. They travelers arrive in the town in their own order, the last getting there just at midday. The town is circled by two small stone walls, the first wall is only 3ft high and seems more a deterrent for animals while an inner wall of stacked stone stand almost 8ft high. There is a gap of 10ft between the two walls and the gap is well patrolled by the local militia. There seems to be no presence of the Sandals here, as the population is mostly Moon Elves, Wood Elves, Humans, and Half-elves. The adventurers all find themselves in the Bleak Willow Inn on the eastern side of the town. The bartender seems to be the friendliest person any of the group has met; most villagers have avoided the adventurers and given nothing more than suspicious glances. You are all arranged in some part of the Inn when a man, a human, rushes in, shouting for help. "They took her! Green skins grabbed my little girl and ran off into the woods with her! The guards won't send out a search party. Please! Someone save my little girl!" The man appears small of frame and wears simple clothes, with an apron on his front stained with different liquids. He has a small pouch attached to one hip that appears to have some herbs sticking out of it. Depth leans across the table to Vanessa and Taliban." This man sounds like he is in urgent need of help. If goblins have taken his daughter then we'll need to act quickly to save her. Let's go find out where they went while we can." Back stands up from his table, finishes his drink, and walks to the man, taking care not to bump his head against the ceiling or his bulk against any of the other tables. He snorts: "Is this sort of cowardice common amongst your people? Lead me and whoever still considers himself a man, or a woman of worth."*he looks around*"I'll light your way." "Easy there, Pirate. This man needs help, and we shall give it to him. Else we become actual cowards, not as this innocent being preyed upon, but as those who are afraid to kill their predators."*stands up and walks to where the human and Back stand*"I'm in." Alan frowned ever so slightly as she listened to Back's blustering. Still sitting down, she asked "How long ago did it happen? They couldn't have gotten too far from here." She glanced over at her now constant shadow Vanessa before standing up. Affixing her cloak, she said"By the Winter Huntress I pledge to find your child. Tell me everything you can, leave out no details." Grief speaks up from a darkened corner of the inn, having overheard the conversation occurring across the inn,"'Bout time someone takes notice of the issues that have been plaguing this village. This seems as good a place to start as any. Count me in." Standing and moving on behind Alan I buy my hand in her shoulder and nod. The man looks at the five, a brief smile as he finally is getting some help. "It was just a few minutes ago! We were just past the north gate. I was picking mushrooms and herbs for a potion. She begged me to let her help this time. I never did before, too dangerous, but she wanted to help so much I... it's all my fault if she had stayed within the walls they wouldn't have taken her! They went north. There are a few small caves in the hills that rise out of the marshy woods. Please bring her back, I'll give anything!" After a moment of calming down he gives you enough direction to find your way to the nearest such burrow. The bartender comments that the goblins are a serious issue, but they infest the northern burrows like vermin and exterminating them all is too much for the village, many of whom would rather stay within the safety of the wall. The distressed man, who tells the group his name is Samuel Theistic, is an alchemist and will happily give you some of the potions he was working on as payment for retrieving his daughter, Enable. "There's no point in beating yourself up over the past" Alan said, trying to comfort the man a bit. " We'll bring her back to you safe and sound, I promise." ". She tossed a coin to the bartender to pay for the drinks before heading out, a grim smile etched onto her face. "Now would be an even better time to give us any potions that might help us in getting back your calf, I mean daughter." Depth walks back to the table where he was sitting with Vanessa and Taliban, shoulders his backpack, and joins Taliban as she walks outside. Turning his head to Back, he says,"No need to worry about potions right now. I'm sure I can patch you up if you need it, but I doubt that any of us will be seriously injured. After all, they are only goblins. And Samuel? We will return your daughter to you with great haste. However, I don't suppose goblin's insides are an alchemy ingredient?" And he walks outside before Back or Samuel can answer. Grief merely gives a reassuring nod to Samuel as he follows Depth out of the inn. I get my equipment and head out as well. In response to Depth:You have a point there sir, goblins are mostly annoying pests, but do make for delicious snacks if prepared properly. Let's head out. Depth turns to the rest of the group. Okay, let's head north as soon as we can.*gestures to Alan*Would you like to lead the way? The group ventures north and passes through the gates, entering the wilds beyond. Guards watch them leave and close the gates behind them but say nothing. The first 30 feet around the walls is kept cleared out by the town's woodsmen. After a few minutes of walking the group spots a small cart just off the path, a few bags filled with various herbs and mushrooms in it. A bag lies on the ground nearby, fallen over with its contents spilled, and another smaller bag - designed for a child to use - hangs from a low branch of a tree. This is likely the spot where the goblins grabbed Enable. Once we are out of sight of the village I remove my close and stretch my wings a little and stow it in my pack. Back squints, trying to find a possible lead to where the goblins went to. Spoiler: Trailblazing Hide Investigate: (1d20)[16] (or -1 if survival or perception) Depth walks over to the cart and begins to examine the contents of the dropped bag, looking for anything salvageable or unusual. Any non-spoiled items, he puts back into the bag, unless they are particularly useful. I take flight and try to land on the highest sturdiest branch over where the cart is and try to spot the Goblins trail. Spoiler: IOC Hide Survival Check (1d20+2)[6] Searching the area, Back finds an area in the brush where branches have been stepped on and bushes parted. Signs of a struggle and brief pursuit. There is also a single goblin arrow embedded in a tree, it looked to have been aimed towards the clearing where Samuel was probably gathering. A brief search finds a handful more arrows. Back can guess there were anywhere between 6 and 10 goblins that attacked Samuel. The signs indicate they attacked, grabbed the girl, and ran north towards the thicker forest, carrying her it would seem as there are few drag marks. From the air Vanessa has a good general view of the surroundings, but she has trouble spotting any fine details like tracks. The branch she lands on cracks a bit, but she has enough time to take off before it gives completely. The trees here may not be suitable for something of her size to land on. She does notice there are few winged creatures in the region and most that she has spotted are very small birds or insects. The trail is fresh, no time to regurgitate! Take what you can use lets hunt these poor excuses for bacon down! Depth leaves the bag and walks over to where Back has discovered the trail. Do you reckon this will lead us all the way to them? If so, then I like my bacon fried. Baal will be cooking tonight. Well, I don't know who this Baal fellow is, but I reckon he'll be busy. The group begins to follow the trail Back has found. As they move on the foliage gets denser and the trees gradually become taller and closer together. There are a lot of tall grasses, thick brushes, and high roots to hide in. Spoiler: Everyone Hide Make me Perception checks in the IOC (or hear with an INC post) Spoiler: Bull's eye Hide Perception: (1d20-1)[9] Spoiler: Perception Hide (1d20+5)[17] Taliban stood still, trying to pick out anything over the sound of her companions and the forest. The half-elf drew a short bow from her pack, putting an arrow to the string. Depth replaces his grieve with a wickedly curved scimitar, believing that the proximity of the tree trunks would limit the effectiveness of his pole arm. He moves forward, carefully scanning the brush with alert eyes, before halting at the fore of the party. Forty feet ahead, I am small patch of bushes, the group hears a sudden sneeze, followed by some arguing. A pair of small, green-skinned humanoids comes tumbling out of the bush, arguing and wrestling with each other. The two creatures, who are indeed goblins, have failed to notice the group. Grief whispers quietly to those nearby,"There's another. In the bushes." Griff nods subtly towards the goblin with the bow he spotted in the bushes. Knock one of them out cold if you can... Hey Grief, we should try to strike down these pathetic squabblers as quickly as possible, before they regain their senses. Back, feel free to join us. Taliban crouched low as the others advanced. There was no way she would be able to move quietly enough to go unnoticed in her chain mail. Half-drawing the bow, she nodded to the others to go on. "Go on, I'll cover you" she whispered. Back heads the charge and gores his horns into the pair of green skinned tumbling goblins Spoiler: Using my Head Hide As Back is a Minotaur he can make an attack after a Dash as a bonus action (Goring Rush). Attack with advantage (prone): (1d20+5)[17] or (1d20+5)[6] Damage: (1d10+3)[11] (if CRT: (1d10)[2]) Note to DM: Feel free to have the horns pierce both goblins... Depth seizes his chance while the two goblins are charged by Back, quickly dashing past the fray and skidding to a halt in between the conflict and the concealed third goblin. Panting from his exertions, he raises his scimitar and nods to Vanessa as he sees her flying into position. Once Depth is in position I line up my shot and take it. Spoiler: Rolls Hide Attack (1d20+5)[17] Damage (including sneak attack.)[roll]2d6+3[/roll] As the party jumps into action, the two prone goblins do not notice the charge. The one in the bushes raises its bow and fires at Back, the first one the goblin noticed. The arrow goes wide and is deflected off his armored shoulder. Depth charges forward and past the two prone goblins, who look up at the sudden appearance and start untangling themselves as the one in the bushes fumbles to back away. Before it can an arrow streaks down from the branches above and slams into the goblin's chest, sending it backwards to the ground. It lands on its back and twitches, it's eyes going blank. Just as the two goblins are getting up, one is hit from behind by Back's powerful charge, the horn of his piercing it in the stomach, and he lifts his head up high, impaling it fully. He shakes his head and sends the limp goblin flying off to the side. The one goblin remains, leaving Grief and Taliban to act. Spoiler: For me only Hide (1d20+4)[14] for (1d6+2)[6] piercing "Quickly, grab that one!" Taliban yells, her bow stowed away and a coil of rope in her hands. " I'll bind him, just get him before he escapes" she adds as she darts forward. Grief, seeing the party spring upon two of the goblins pulls out a javelin and hurls it at the remaining goblin while running towards it, trying to hobble it and prevent its escape. Spoiler: Javelin Attack Hide Attack Roll: [roll0] Damage Roll: [roll1] Non-lethal attack The javelin lands harmlessly in the ground tip first. The goblin, able to act now, draws it's scimitar and slashes at Depth. A bloody red streak appears along Depth's arm as he takes the hit. Spoiler: for me Hide (1d20+4)[17] for (1d6+2)[8] slashing Spoiler: Depth Hide You take 8 slashing damage Even as the Goblin slices at his arm, Depth grabs at the nasty creature and traps it in a powerful bear hug. Despite a tremendous amount of squirming by the Goblin, it is unable to break free from its vice. Talaran, can you get this filth's hands and legs with that rope? Maybe hog-tie him too. I fly over and find the branch that will hold me nearest to Depth and scan the vicinity for anyone or thing else Spoiler: Rolls. Hide Perception check (1d20+4)[11] Back grabs the arms of the goblin and thunderously bellows in his ear:Stop moving, or I'll rip your arms out! Spoiler: Bully the Goblin Hide Rules-wise: Join grapple to pin the goblin (1d20+5)[7], Intimidation check: (1d20+4)[16] Grief approaches the restrained goblin, unsheathing his great sword and bringing the hilt down upon the goblin's head, attempting to knock him unconscious. Spoiler: Great Sword Attack Hide Attack Roll: (1d20+5)[12] Damage Roll: (2d6+3)[7] Non-lethal attack (Rolled as normal great sword damage, let me know if I should roll something else - hilt attack was mostly for flavor) The goblin squirms in the grasp of Back and Depth. As Grief approaches and tries to attack, it manages to get its shield arm free and block the attack, shouting insults in goblin. It manages to wriggle out of Back's hold but Depth manages to hold on enough to maintain his grapple and prevent it from escaping. Odeth's turn. Depth curses under his breath,"This is taking too long,"lets go of the goblin and attempts to cosh it over the head with his club. Spoiler: Knockout Attempt Hide Attack: (1d20+5)[10] Damage: (1d4+3)[6] Back again attempts to pin the goblin to the ground. Spoiler: Goblin Grabbing Hide Grapple check: (1d20+5)[11] "Hold still you little bugger." Spoiler: IOC Hide Nonlethal sneak attack (aiming for a foot or his ass) Attack (1d20+5)[22] Damage, including sneak attack (2d6+3)[12] Vanessa's arrow streaks down from the trees and clips the goblin in the temple. It goes limp, dropping its weapon and no longer fighting Depth's grasp. Taliban swiftly hogties the goblin. Depth sighs with relief and sits down on the ground. His eyes narrow as he inspects the gash running down his arm. He lifts his other hand and holds it just above the rent flesh, while a glow begins to pulsate from his palm. Flesh reknits itself and the wound quickly heals up until it ceases bleeding and Depth feels pins and needles as he regains some of the feeling in his newly regrown muscle. He takes one last look at the cut and sighs again. I can tell that this little bugger's going to scar. Still, I'd rather save some juice for later. We may need it... She glides down and lands near Depth. "That's probably a good idea." I say to Depth. "So, how do you want to deal with this squirmy git?" I say to everyone while nudging the goblin with my boot. "Whatever it is make it quick, there are likely to be more nearby"Grief walks by the unconscious goblin and recovers his javelin while looks for any signs of where the goblins may have come from. Spoiler: Searching the area Hide Investigation check: (1d20-1)[10] Depth crouches down next to the prone goblin and slaps it awake. Wakey wake Goblin. Time for your breakfast, we're doing a fry up just for you. But first we want you to tell us all about the hills to the north, how many other goblins there are up there, what kind of traps you have in place, and most importantly, if you know of a little girl who was kidnapped by your kin? Think carefully before you answer, we don't like liars. And then he stands back up and lets a brief arc of electricity play across his teeth as he grins. Spoiler: IOC Hide Just to be clear the arc of electricity is just a way to show off his breath attack, but I'm not actually using my breath attack just yet. Also, if you would like me to make an intimidation check then sure thing. "I'd think long and hard before you answer, I've seen what that can do. What was left wasn't the pretty, and it was very crispy too." I whisper in the goblins' ear from behind. The goblin is rightly terrified of you and is certainly intimidated, but does not seem to understand what you are saying and starts babbling in a language that none of you are familiar with. You recognize it as the goblin's native tongue. Whether it is too scared to use common or simply does not know it, there isn't an easy way to tell. Spoiler: Actions Hide While Depth and Vanessa are interrogating the goblin, what is everyone else doing in this small clearing? Grief returns from searching the immediate area." Didn't find any sign of where the goblins came from, but I've never been the strongest tracker." While the third goblin is being interrogated, Grief rifles through the belongings of the two dead goblins looking for anything that might be of use. Depth spins to face the group.' Does anyone here speak goblin?'he barks.' Because if no one can understand this creatures babbling then he's just deadweight that will slow us down. Emphasis on the dead part.' "I do not. However, I found this on one of his fallen companions. Perhaps his knowledge is not needed." Griff hands the crude map to Depth. Taliban frowned at the dragon born and tie fling as they threatened the goblin. "I don't think you would have gotten anything from him after that," she remarked,"he'd just say anything to get you away from him." Turning back to the goblin, she showed her hands were empty and then gestured towards her waterski. "Thirsty?" she asked, pointing to the goblin. I fly up and sit on one of the branches overhead on the norther edge of the clearing and keep a lookout. Depth looks at Taliban and says,"If you can get it to talk then splendid. I'll leave you to it,"before taking the proffered map from Grief and studying it." This is a good find Grief. It tells us exactly where they're holed up. All we need know is a singing goblin and this will be a breeze!" Odepth laughs momentarily and claps Grief on the back, before turning to watch Taliban as she tends to the goblin. The goblin is hesitant, sniffing in her direction and glancing at the waterski. Seeming to understand her intention it cautiously nods. Grief is becoming increasing impatient with the interrogation,"Hell with this goblin, we got a map to their den. Let's get on with it." "Perhaps we can gag him, bind his arms behind his back and bind a rope around his waste, which again is fastened to me. I won't notice the weight. We can use him then to avoid traps. And if he refuses not walk in front of us, shoot him." Taliban gave the goblin some water from her waterski. "We're not going to just execute him" she said. "Leave him with some food and water and when we come back we free him. One goblin can't repopulate a warren by himself." "And we'll leave him, unable to escape, with the knowledge that we are heading off to butcher his entire clan or tribe or whatever. And then when we return, we set him free. Not only do I see that resulting in a very furious goblin attacking us, but also we are causing him more suffering by leaving him alive. Even if he doesn't attack us when we free him, he's going to die out because there will be no other goblins left. And that's assuming that he will even survive long enough around this village to die of natural causes, if we don't kill him then something or someone else will. If you care so much for the goblin then kill it now and cut its suffering short. Hell, bury it if you want, but we're on a mission to save a little girl's life at the moment, and we need to hurry. Decide now, or I'll decide for you and be done with it." Depth shakes his head at Taliban's apparent indecision. "The latter it is then." And he draws his scimitar once more, before slashing diagonally across the goblin's torso. The goblin falls to the ground, dead, with his entrails spilling onto the ground as it is nearly cut in half by the fatal blow." Do not dwell upon this, it was the right thing to do. But now let's keep moving. We have a mission to complete."he says before walking to the north edge of the clearing and waiting for the group to follow. Back snorts:"Well, you're walking up front now. All the nasty goblin traps and pits are yours for the taking." With that matter settled, the group continues on, following the crude map. The path they take is not one that is well hidden. Even if the party and the goblins had failed to notice each other it was likely one of the observant members of the group could have picked up on the path, and it's use. No traps are encountered on the way and the trees thin out a bit more as the ground become a bit harder near the hill. The hill itself is visible past the trees just 100 ft ahead, and a single goblin is plainly visible sitting upon a rock, leaning on its spear. It sits above an outcropping of stones which seem placed intentionally, with bushes covering up one face of the stones. The lone sentinel looks about, but has not yet spotted the group. Spoiler: Everyone Hide Stealth checks if you plan on being sneaky, perception checks to spot anything from a distance, though if you do roll perception, please indicate what exactly you are looking for. The tree line ends 100ft ahead, the bottom of the hill is just 10 ft beyond the treeline. The goblin sits on rocks 15ft up the side of the hill facing the party, so is a total of 125ft away from whoever is at the front of the group. Back points at the goblin and whispers:One shot, one kill? All shoot at the same time? Grief takes a close look at the hill, looking for signs of any additional guards. Spoiler: Perception check Hide Perception: (1d20+2)[3] Taliban scans the area looking for any possible entrances hidden amongst the rocks. Spoiler: Perception Hide (1d20+5)[21] She rocks and arrow and awaits the others. Depth realizes that his loud armor could ruin their element of surprise. Quickly, he strafes left into the trees and off the path. Crouching behind a tree, he peers out at the hill, paying particular attention to the rocky outcrop which he suspects is not all as it seems. I draw my short bow and ready an arrow. "This isn't going to be easy." I think to myself. Lining up an uphill shot on a goblin 125ft away, while in a tree. Although the tree bit I'm used to. "Well here goes nothing." I whisper to myself. Spoiler: Attack and Damaged. Hide Attack: (1d20+5)[19] Damage, including SAD (Sneak attack damage): (2d6+3)[8] Vanessa's arrow streaks through the trees and the goblin barely looks up when the arrow buries itself in the creature's eye socket. The goblin doesn't even make a sound as it drops, crumbling to the stone. It's foot twitches for a couple of seconds then it goes still. A small pool of blood spreads about it's head. No sign of any other movement. Depth sighs with relief at Vanessa's perfect shot and stands back up. He moves back from the treeline and starts walking towards that stone outcrop, having realized that it may be an entrance. Back looks impressed by the clean shot. Well done! Now lets move on. After my felling shot I watch for signs of movement. Not seeing any and with the rest of my party moving up I take off and fly up out of the trees first before following the group up the hill. If nothing happens on the way up I land on the outcropping the goblin was standing watch on. With the sentry gone, Taliban moves up slowly and examines the trapdoor she had spotted. "Here's at least one way in,"she says and then adds,"there's got to be more though." "I'll fly up and see if I can spot any other outcroppings or something else odd." With that I fly up high enough to see the entirety of the hill under me look for any other outcroppings or bushes or discolored areas. Spoiler: Check. Hide Perception check: (1d20+4)[5] Using cunning actions so it won't take to long to fly up that high, and I'm keeping my bow out. As I near the target altitude a hawk or a small eagle swoops in and tries to peck at my face. "Oh bugger off and attack something your own size." Batting and swatting at the accursed raptor. The avian ignores my words, as any bird would and continues to dive bomb me. One lucky peck and I now have a cut above my right eye. "Of, you little basted. Now you're going to get it." And now I open fire. Spoiler: IOC Hide I take one damage from the bird (for the Nat 1) Attacks against the eagle. (1d20+5)[15] (1d20+5)[20] (1d20+5)[14] (1d20+5)[21] Damage for the one(s) that hit. (1d6+3)[8] (1d6+3)[9] (1d6+3)[6] (1d6+3)[6] The very first strike hits the hawk, killing it with little difficulty. Its body falls to the ground. Now that the bird is dead. Spoiler: IOC Hide Perception again: (1d20+4)[17] Vanessa gets a good lay of the land surrounding this hill. She spots no obvious entrances from up high but two clusters of bushes on different sides of the hill could be entrances. There are no signs of any other goblins in the vicinity. I fly back down in a lazy, spiraling fashion, and land on the top of the outcropping. "I didn't see any obvious entrance, a couple clusters of bushes, one that way, the other over there. They might be hiding the other exits though. I think we should give them a once over to be sure though." I indicate the direction of the bushes I spotted. And now go about searching the goblin sentinel I felled. "Two more entrances you say? Were they guarded also?" Odepth asks as he tests the thorny bushes with his gauntlets. Satisfied, he steps back and says to the party,"We can safely enter this way but if Vanessa is right about other entrances then it could help to check them. But let's try to travel in groups now, at least two people per group, just in case something happens and one of us gets hurt. Speaking of hurt," he gestures to Vanessa's cut above her eye,"Would you like that dealt with?" "This, it's nothing. Just a bird that didn't want to share with me." I say with a dismissive wave. "And I'm not sure if they even are entrances. Just a couple of clusters of bushes. Could be nothing but bushes, but it would be stupid to have only one way in and out of a warren. Goblins may not be the sharpest arrow in a quiver, but they know enough to have a back door." Back grunts in disagreement:I'd just go into this formerly guarded entrance as a group. We still have the advantage of surprise now, something we might lose if we check out any other entrances. Also, don't split up, or you'll just get outnumbered more heavily if goblin hits the fan. "Aye, let's just use the entrance we found. The longer we wait, the less likely the potion-maker's daughter survives the ordeal." Griff draws his great sword, ready to make his way into the goblin warren. Depth nods and pulls aside the thicket of thorns." Okay Grief, if you're happy to lead then go ahead. Keep that sword raised and your wits about you."he says as he shuffles to the side, holding the bushes aside for the rest of the party. Back follows Grief second in line into the entrance. I duck in 3rd. "Not going to be a lot of room to work." As Grief enters the cave he keeps a close eye out for any sign of movement within the den. Spoiler: Perception Check Hide Perception: (1d20+2)[3] The tunnel is a tight fit for the group, barely 5ft in height, forcing the taller members to crouch a bit as they enter. The initial tunnel goes 10ft into the hill at a slight descending slope then hits a T intersection, going left or right. There is no natural lighting in here and the light from outside doesn't travel more than 5 feet either way beyond the intersection. Spoiler: Grief Hide You spot nothing out of place in the hallway as you enter, and see nothing down either path. With your dark vision, you can see the left path goes about 15ft in a slight descent and then ends at a hide covered doorway. The right path only goes 5 ft straight hen turns left. After taking a moment to consider, Grief leads the group down the left path towards the doorway he could make out in the darkness. Back whispers:Need a light? Grief turns back to Back and nods,"But keep it low, so as not to alert any goblins ahead." He approaches the hide-covered 'doorway' and listens for a moment then motions tot eh group, whispering as quietly as he can." I hear some voices, at least two, but likely more. Get ready"He places a hand on the hide, looking back at the group and waiting for everyone to be ready. Taliban has her mace and shield up and gives Vanessa a reassuring nod." I have your back." Spoiler: Everyone Hide Roll initiative. We will have a surprise round with everyone going in order they are in the hallway, then after the surprise round everyone goes in initiative order. So it will be Grief, Back, Vanessa, Taliban, then Depth last for the surprise round. Grief Initiative (1d20+2)[13] Taliban Initiative (1d20+1)[9] Other stuff (1d20+2)[20] (1d20+1)[14] Spoiler: Lightning Cow Hide Initiative Back: (1d20+1)[21] Initiative Spoiler: Initiative. Hide (1d20+3)[15] Grief rips aside the hide and charges into the room, which has a ceiling high enough that he can stand up straight. The room is roughly oval shapes, about 40ft long and 30ft wide. There are a few bed rolls, some scrap piles, and a small pool of water on the far end of the room, and a small fire near the pit with some meat cooking over it. Two goblins are sitting beside the fire, a third is leaning against the wall beside a door to the right about 20ft from the entrance of this room, and 3 more are huddled 15ft away to the left, a small pile of thing between them, gambling it would seem. Grief thinks of what these goblins could have done to the girl and lets his anger fill him, going into a rage as he charges the group of three goblins, swinging his great sword. The goblins yelp and dive for cover, his great sword swinging too high and cleaving nothing but air. Spoiler: Grief's attack Hide (1d20+5)[8] for (2d6+5)[13] damage if hit, plus (1d6)[5] if CRT Back also charges in head first goring one of the sitting goblins and subsequently shoving him into the fire with a shield slam. Spoiler: Fresh Meat! Hide Attack horns (with advantage): (1d20+5)[7] or (1d20+5)[23], Damage: (1d10+3)[4] Shield shove (bonus action, with advantage due to being a Minotaur): (1d20+5)[22] or (1d20+5)[22] The goblin is staggered as Back's horn leaves a gash across its forehead, then his shield hurls it back into the fire pit. It screeches in pain as the flames burn it until it stops moving. While one of the goblins is hosted alive I take aim at the goblin standing by the door leading deeper into the warren, and promptly miss and strike the wall a foot to his left. After my resounding failure I move into the room and to the right (to the opposite site from the goblin I missed is standing) about 10ft in, with the wall at my back and crouched. Taliban moves in and takes up a spot beside Vanessa, shield and mace raised and waiting to strike any goblins that get close. "Someone kill that one" Indicating the one I failed to hit. "Before he can go for reinforcements." Depth runs into the room and sees the carnage already strewn by his companions. Grinning, he moves to and stands next to Grief and calls upon the power of his Diatonic ancestry. A burst of lightning streaks from his mouth along with a great roar, targeted at the three goblins, who looked to have been gambling a few moments ago, as the electricity passes them another goblin, standing by the fire, attempts to scramble out of its path as it surges towards him. Spoiler: IOC/Covers Hide Could the Gambling Goblins all make Dexterity Saving throws against a DC of 11. Rolling for damage that each of them takes if they fail: (2d6)[6] They take half damage if they succeed the saving throw. Also, I left the one by the fire to your discretion Covers. If you want to say that it fizzles out before it reaches him then fair enough. One of the goblins takes the full brunt of the lightning while the other two scrambles to either side. The unfortunate goblins are badly charred but still standing, the other two sport less sever marks. The far edge of the lightning dances along the wall and ceiling, statically charging the air. Back's hairs stand a bit on end. Taking further advantage of the situation Back decides to do the same to the other sitting goblin as he has done to the first. Spoiler: Cooking with Goblins Hide Attack: (1d20+5)[20] or (1d20+5)[17], Damage: (1d10+3)[10] Shove: (1d20+5)[18] or (1d20+5)[23] The goblins spring into action. Two of the gambling goblins rush Depth, but Grief swings out wide at one as it moves away from him and his great sword catches it across the back, dropping it. The other is out of Grief's reach and slashes at Depth with its scimitar, but it deflects harmlessly off his armor. The third gambler leaps onto Grief and stabs him in the shoulder, his rage blunting the blow. The Doorman, seeing three of his companions already dead, hurls his javelin towards Back, but the flimsy weapon is aimed too high and bounces harmlessly off Back's back. It turns and flees through the tunnel it was guarding. Spoiler Hide Grief takes 4 damage. The badly burnt goblin is engaging Depth while the less damaged one is on Grief. Some checks (1d20+5)[12]; (1d20-1)[6]; (1d20+4)[11]; (1d20+2)[10] or (1d20+2)[16] Seeing the door man try to make his escape further into the warren I dash after him. Reaching the leather door I through it open and spot the goblin making his way to another room. I take aim and fire another arrow, just as the door bounces off the wall and knocks into my bow arm sending the arrow ricocheting off the wall harmlessly. "First that damn bird and now this, what did I do to deserve this." I say as I drop the bow and am about to pull my rapier. That's when I notice the floor of the tunnel and recognize it as a pitfall. "I was wondering where the traps would be." I remark to myself. I run in and try to climb across the pit using the walls, and promptly get stuck for all my trouble. "Can someone get in here and kill this blighted goblin before we're swarmed by the blasted things?" I call back into the room where the rest if my group is. All rolls where maid in the other thread. Grief tries to stab up at the goblins on his shoulder but cannot get a good angle. Taliban runs over tot eh hallway but stops as she glances down at the floor." I can't get past you. I'll find another way around." She rushes back toward the tunnel they entered through, moving full out as she makes her way into it and heads towards the other path they didn't take. Depth decides to return the favor to Grief, and swings his grieve down in a deadly arc toward the goblin that is currently clinging to Grief. At the last moment, Depth realizes that he is about to hit Grief as well as the goblin, and hurriedly shifts the blade to harmlessly pass them by. While becoming extremely proficient in roasting goblins he tries his luck again, yet at a different angle this time with a superheated can trip at the Goblin everybody seems to want dead for some reason. Spoiler: Feeling lucky, goblin? Hide Casting Sacred flame for (1d8+3)[6], DC 13 ref save The flames manifest about the goblin, who hops about, being burnt somewhat by the flames. It closes the wooden portcullis at the end of the hall. The goblins still in the room continue fighting. The one on Grief slashes him again, leaving another gash across his abdomen. The other tries to stab at Depth but is easily defected again. Spoiler Hide Grief takes another 2 damage Seeing her quarry ship out of sight Venues cursed, and then goes back to fight enemies she can reach. "That's going to be trouble." Sliding out from over the trap she walks back into the room, grabbing her bow, and drawing her rapier. "Shouldn't you be dead already?" She quips as she plungers the tip of her sword into the goblins' ear. "Back, follow me. If we don't go after her, she'll get herself captured." She said to Back as she makes her way back to the entrance. "You two watch out for reinforcements. If you run into trouble fall back into the tunnel, and there's a pit trap in the other one." And with that she storms off back into the other tunnel to get her friend back. Grief tosses the Goblin off his back and tries stabbing it, but it rolls to the side and cackles madly. Taliban is just at the corner leading down the other path and moves on ahead. She is out of view for the moment but no sound other than what her armor makes as she moves can be heard by Vanessa. Depth sees Grief struggling to end his goblin, and quickly reaches a decision. As Grief tosses the goblin away, Depth catches the creature in his arms and almost crushes the creature in a bear hug as it squirms to try and escape his grasp. Then, with a terrifying grin, Depth calls to Grief,"Alright Grief, feel free to lay into this foul beast!" Back is actually quicker than Grief in goblin disposal and dashes towards Depth who is holding a goblin and subsequently moves off into the direction of Vanessa. Spoiler: Take away goblin Hide Dash action: Get bonus attack with horns. Attack on the bear hugged goblin: Attack: (1d20+5)[20] or (1d20+5)[6], damage: (1d10+3)[11] So, dash, attack, move. I chase after her into the tunnel and use cunning action to double me speed. "Tail, get back here!" I call after her. Depth drops the lifeless body of the goblin and steps over it, walking towards the tunnel that Vanessa had just exited." A pitfall trap you say? Sounds like they're trying to protect something." As he enters the pitfall tunnel, he quickly notices the trap and leaps over the danger." Hardly a trap,"he says with a smirk. Then, he begins to walk onwards. Depth reaches the door that the goblin guard closed. Grief follows Depth, watching him to notice where the trap is and manages to get over it after a bit of difficulty. Ready behind Depth to go in with him. Meanwhile, Vanessa rounds the other tunnel corner and sots Tail standing before another door, holding up a hand to quiet her friend." Some more of the bugger on the other side." Pressing her ear to the door she hears what the buggers are doing. Whispering to Tail. "Sound like there's 5 of them, and they're barricading themselves in. I say we leave them too it and get back to the others." With that She turns and creeps back down the tunnel. Tail frowns but nods, following Vanessa's lead. Depth moves away from the door, towards Grief." I can hear goblins on the other side, maybe as many as four. They'll be lying in wait for us, so we won't have the element of surprise that we had in the last room. If we're going in there, we should be ready for an extremely tough fight. We already saw what one of those creatures could do with a lucky strike,"he says as he gestures to his arm,"So let's try to be cautious about this, aye?" Grief nods, gripping his sword tightly, the knuckles whitening." I'm ready when you are. The others should catch up to us soon." "Soon enough for you?" Venues says, appearing behind him. "Tail, is coming up behind me." Gesturing behind herself. "How many are we dealing with this time?" As Back followed Vanessa he's now also back in the all-you-can-eat goblin barbecue establishment." At least they make for nice ornamentation for my horns, I'll provide fire from behind if you go in". "Depth says there are four beyond the door. They're ready for us, but if we go in hard we may still be able to catch them off guard by our ferocity. I'll break open the door and charge in, draw their fire. Depth moves in to a position to reach as many of them as he can. Vanessa, you and Taliban can move in and take down the nearest targets you can reach and maybe try figuring out our next path, and Back can come in behind everyone to charge any fortifications they have that are slowing us down. Sound like a good plan? Not much time to debate." Griff stands ready to go, but waits for the others to offer their ideas. Taliban nods, ready to move in after Grief and Depth. Spoiler: everyone Hide We'll treat the next round of combat initiative as before, everyone going in order of entering the room. Roll initiative in the IOC to determine turn order after entering the room. Back nods." Sounds like something I can wrap my head around." "Here's hoping fate smiles on me." Back readies himself to storm into the room to gore into the first available goblin target. Depth nods and sends his foot crashing into the door. The unfortunate piece of interior decoration slams open with a crash, and almost takes its hinges off the door-frame.

The realm of Elves [5e INC]|rating:3.0

Blood and Music, a 1x1 by Clorissa and Bookwormiam2010

:My Characters:: Name: Omar JohanssenAge: 24Sex: Yes please. (No really, he's a guy.) Appearence: tall, fro-vicious, and a little less Mexican than these pictures. He's the frontman for the band. Sings, plays a little bit of rhythm guitar. Occupation:Sex, Drugs, and Rock & Roll, as he so much enjoys putting it. Really he's the Singer/backup guitar. Personality: Omar is a firecracker. He draws in crowds naturally with his intense sense of style and loud, yet not obnoxious persona. He really enjoys using drugs and women, which as the frontman for a rising band in New York, is not difficult. However, recently Omar's been finding himself feeling a bit empty inside, and that could end up getting him in trouble, because it just makes him want to drink more and do more drugs and women. Bio: Omar was born and raised in Brooklyn, New York. As an only child, he was kind of lonely when he was young because he didn't make friends well. Instead of surrounding himself with friends, Omar delighted in singing. First he sang for his mother's church choir, and then for the choral ensembles at school. Slowly he became a performer, a raucous, crazy guy with a hunger for anything and everything exciting. This is what led him to joining some rock and/or metal bands in his late teen years and partying with them every night. His fondness for marijuana, alcohol, LSD, blood and cocaine were discovered during these times, and this fondness stuck with him. Blood? Yeah, he does blood, guys. And it FUCKS HIM UP. He discovered it one wild night with these rough girls, he got too into it and broke the skin, and all it took was a taste. And he loves it. The longest Omar'd ever spent with one girl, about three months, was because she had the sweetest, most high giving blood he'd ever tasted. Visually, it enhances everything, makes him stronger, gives him a sexual potency that not even Hugh Hefner could ever dream of. Ha, AAAAA. And out of all things, it doesn't put any damper on his performance. It just supercharges him. The withdrawals are a bitch though. A couple of years back, he got this idea. All of a sudden he dropped all of his acts and decided to start a new band himself, called The Euphoric. He held the auditions and selected the perfect troupe. And now, you have the Euphoric, rising to extreme popularity among the New York club and music scene.name: Mary Waters Age: 21Sex: female Appearance: somewhat like this. Not too tall (5'4"?) Relatively thin, longish legs. Dresses really trendily in cute dresses and leggings and whatnot. Always fair and done up either from her ritzy job for her night on the town. Bio: Grew up in upstate New York, moved to the Bronx when she turned 18. Now she's slumming it in a neighborhood in Brooklyn, working at a spiffy restaurant to pay for her Hipster clothes and nighttime fun. Personality: Live it up, because you only get one chance to make a mark on this planet. While she's really intense and fun-loving, Mary can also be elegant, composed, and serene if necessary. Name: Delilah (Del or Deli, although she despises the latter) Henderson age:Twenty-two gender: Female obviously brief personality: Del is a loud outspoken girl who doesn't hesitate to voice her opinion-a skill she thinks most girls her age should have. Seriously who cares if the guy you happen to like is right in front of you? That's no reason for a usually smart confident girl to do a complete 180 with her personality just so she'll fit that guys image of the perfect girl! Oh, what's that? Oops. Sorry! Del has a bit of a tendency to rant or ramble on about certain subjects. Now back to her personality.ok so we've got outspoken and fun-loving.oh how about music loving? Was that mentioned? Well there we go it was mentioned now! So that's Del's personality in a nutshell!occupation/relation to band: Adoring fan appearance:brief bio: Del grew up in a household with two older siblings. Predictably those said siblings were brothers. So growing up Del had to put up with a bunch of crap about being a girl. So this is how her childhood went. Cuddle with older brothers and then verbally beat the crap out of old brothers. What can I say? Del's mom was a very feminist type of woman. She didn't believe that a woman should always have to play the damsel in distress, and she made sure to instill the same beliefs in her younger daughter. Sadly though it was easier to do when Del was little-before learned of the gift of gab. But hey at least the kid learned some valuable life lessons right? The main one being don't let men push you around! So in short Deli's childhood focused on making her wanting to push guys away. Something her dad approved of. And could you blame him? This was his one and only darling baby girl! He didn't want some dumb teenaged boy coming in and trying to sweep her off her feet! Now mind you those were the childhood years and the early and late teenage years. Now Del's all grown up and all both of her parents want is for some guy to sweep her off her feet. Why? Well first it'd keep her out of trouble. And second.well come on! They want to see one of their kids have children before their old age completely consumes their life. So in their spare time between trying to play matchmakers for their older sons they do the same for Del. Only in Del's case it's much worse. She's the youngest meaning they're more concerned about her. And how could they not be concerned about her? She lives in her own apartment in the shadiest part of the city, and she spends all her time traipsing about nightclubs in search of the perfect band. Where oh where did they go wrong with their baby girl?!--------------------------------------------------Name:Riley Kingston age:1,000 or older. He doesn't keep track of it! (looks about twenty-five though)gender:Male! (He doesn't look anything like a girl!XD)brief personality:Loud, outspoken, music loving. Despite how long he's been around Riley doesn't believe in acting his age. Can you see just how boring he'd be if he acted his age? He'd literally be an old man stuck inside a young adults body.occupation/relation to band: Plays the guitar and also helps in backup singing from time to time appearance:brief bio:Brief? HHH.yea. He's old. There's no brief life story. He's been around a while. He lived through the medieval ages, he survived the roaring 1930s... He's old! Although he certainly doesn't look it. "Shnnnnnnnnffff!"" Ahhh..." Leaning back into his oversized, velvet covered hair, Omar lit a clove cigarette and brushed some white powder from his nose. He was supercharged, flying, even though he was just relaxing in a chair. He needed to be ready for tonight. The Euphoric were performing, and this was a big deal. Not that they weren't already a big fucking deal, you know. But tonight, they were going on stage in front of an audience that will somewhere contain two of the most revered record company's producers. Epic and Heavy Times records were sort of, competing for The Euphoric, and tonight was the night to impress. This break would mean shit like Agents, bigger tours, and seriously real deals. Puts a lot of stress on a guy like Omar. This night, one of the companies would for sure make their move. But tonight, with the things he was doing, would go well. He could feel the music surging inside of him, he was ready to perform later, like he'd never done before. Omar picked himself up and strutted to the fridge, retrieving a vial of deep red liquid. Unscrewing the lid, he tipped it up to his mouth and let the contents slide down his throat. Omar licked his lips and smiled, for in a little while he'd be past flying. On stage there would be nothing that could stop him. The crowd would be a roaring fire, sizzling and popping with the heat of his music, and the women would be begging for him. Oh, after the show he wished he could have them all, but no. He'd be choosing one lucky broad to bring back to his little condo. Omar slipped on his stylish leather jacket and ran a pick through his for. A quick reply to a text message from Marissa, their bassist, preceded him grabbing his cigarettes and walking out the door. The drive to Station 64, the venue they were playing at, would be long and boring. To a sober guy. Ha ha ha, he thought.~~Mary's shift was almost over, and time was ticking by ever so slowly. It was slow at such a nice restaurant early in the evening. Rich people seemed to enjoy eating later. She spent her downtime daydreaming about tonight. Her favorite band, The Euphoric, were doing a hugely awesome show and she and her friend had tickets to it. FRONT ROW TICKETS! Oh, she was so excited. She was determined to get backstage this time, she'd seen them before but god, so many girls bombard them that she never got through. All Mary wanted to do was party with her favorite band. Was that really too much to ask for? While lost in thought, Mary nearly spilled a whole tray of tomato bisque on a trio of prudish looking elderly women. "Souse me, madams, !" She squeaked, hurrying along to take it to another table. After she dropped off the soup, she snuck a text message to her friend, Delilah." Soooo Cited for 2nite! Meet me at Shooter's 4 a drink b4 they show!" Riley Kingston's hazel hued eyes darkened softly as he took in his surroundings. Unlike most members of his band=The Euphoric- he wasn't a fan of being fashionably late. What could he say in his long life he'd always thought it rude to leave others waiting and even after all the centuries he'd roamed this earth he still believed it to be true. If you were to get a group of overly excited people amped up over something as simple as a group of people playing music then the least you could do was show up on time. But that was just him. And yet despite the rest of his bandmates permanent tardiness and his slight annoyance towards them, it all worked to his advantage. Without them here he could scope out the crowd, pick his target for the evening and set his plan to fulfill his thirst. After the concert of course-providing he had enough energy. It'd been a while since he'd drank. It wasn't laziness or a lack of his need to drink. He'd just been busy-which wasn't surprising considering how hopped up Omar had been. He rolled his eyes slightly as he allowed his thoughts to settle on the leader of their little troupe. How was it possible that he even stayed healthy? What with all the crap he snorted, injected and poured into his body it was a wonder he wasn't dead yet. But he didn't just do the ordinary things like coke and what ever else was in the drug markets today-Omar did blood too. Riley's upper lip curled softly giving a soft flash of fang as he shifted his position to a more comfortable one as he proceeded to lean against the wall. He drank blood-not because he had to but because it gave him some type of high. It was disgusting! Humans weren't meant to drink blood they were just meant to provide it. And what the heck possessed him to try refrigerated blood? Riley shuddered in obvious revulsion at the thought. Cold.bland.flat. Unnatural. Sure he didn't have room to talk, but he didn't drink blood for recreational uses he did it because of his need to survive...and ok so maybe he did get a small thrill of the high that came with it. But that was just an added perk to being a vampire. Although it wasn't the only one he could think of... His favorite one was the eternal youth. How could you not be a fan of that one? It wasn't just a perk it was an essential part of his survival! If he looked as old as he was supposed there was no way that he'd be able to get the one thing he needed to survive... And speaking of survival.his head lifted as a small sprite blond walked by. It was so much the girls tiny figure or the tumble of blond curls sweeping down past her shoulders. It was her smell. Soft.sweet. And utter delectable. He licked his lips softly in anticipation before pushed away from his spot on the wall. He'd found his pre-show snack. Yes he needed a snack before the show. After all how could be a part of a band called the Euphoric if his mood was the exact antithesis of what he was feeling at the moment. Although he didn't feel unhappy or anything. He just felt starving or maybethirstywas a better word for it. So with little else to but wait for his bandmates Riley set off in chase of his pre-show snack both his eyes and his body following his prey...----------------------One more minute...tick...tick...took.tick.....FINALLY!!!! Deli bit back an over joyous shout as her shift at work ended. Don't get her wrong-Del loved her job. Really. How could she not adore standing behind a counter for 30 something hours a week while she conversed with the most random people about the one thing she loved most? So yes she loved her job. It was just when she got down to it real live performances were so much better than shelf upon shelf of CDs. At least in her opinion they were, Especially if it was a band as awesome as the Euphoric. Especially one with a lead singer as cute as Omar Johansson... Grinning happily Deli all but bounced her way back into the employees lobby where she could clock out and gather belongings. Once she'd clocked out Deli gathered her belongings and prepared to leave only to be stopped by a chirp from her cellphone. Stepping outside Deli paused long enough to take a deep breath of freedom before she texted her friend-Mary- back." Alright. See ya later then. Until then, I'm going home to get ready....squeeze!! We're going to see the Euphoric! I get to see Omar Johansson up close and personal...YAY!!!!" Mary's shift ended, and she was out the door before her boss could even tell her to go home. She had to jet back to the apartment and get ready, real sexy fine, for this show. She would have to be the best looking girl in the crowd to get to party with The Euphoric. As she got in the house, her work outfit immediately began to come off, clothes flying. She darted back to her room and began digging through the closet. About half an hour later, Mary stood making sure her makeup was perfect in her full length mirror. She was wearing super tight, gorgeous sparkling black leggings and a sinfully short, low cut, off the shoulder red minidress. She accented it with black hoop airings, a red bow adorning her bouncy curls, and scrappy red stilettos. Her normal big purse would be replaced with a compact little black clutch with this great wristband that kept it secure to her while she was thrashing around in crowds. She slipped her ID, a couple of pills of easy, her ticket, and eighty bucks into the clutch, popped her birth control pill, and ate a few pieces of pineapple before grabbing her keys and running out the door. After driving the few miles to Shooter's Pub, she strolled in and took a seat at the bar and ordered some fries and a beer for her wait for Deli.~Omar pulled up to Station 64's VIP parking and dropped his car off with the valet, or whatever you'd consider that shabby parking guy. He wasn't quite spiffy or well paid looking enough to be a valet. His mind was blazing by now, colors everywhere. It was awesome. Life glittered and boomed in explosive color menageries, whirling and flying and floating on air. Most people couldntmanage a coherent thought in this sort of state, but this was when Omar was at his prime. He entered the venue through the back door and slipped into a restroom to snort a few more lines, inject himself with a vial of blood, and smoke a few cigarettes to ease the jitters before he crept out and into the band's sound check room." Howdy," he said to Marissa, flopping down on a sofa and twisting off the top of a vodka bottle. She nodded to him, and continued to gab away on her cellular. He looked around and wondered where Riley was. He was usually the first one here. What an odd occurrence. But what isn't odd when you're this fucked up, he thought, draining a third of the liter of vodka. He also nodded to the drummer, who was zoned out on the beat the was tapping into some virtual drums. By the time Del reached her apartment the small slender girl was buzzing with excitement as she went through the usual struggled to unlock her door. The darned was both a blessing and a curse It kept the bad things out...but it also kept her stuck inside. Which was bad if her tiny apartment ever got caught on fire. But hopefully that would never ever happen. Now back to the task at hand. What was she going to wear... Frowning softly Del shook her thick raven hued locks out of their usual constraining ponytail as she walked towards her bathroom to take a quick shower. Hmm, she had just gotten this cute cherry red top on sale last week...but she didn't want cute. She wanted hot! Hmm.in that case. By the time Del had finished her shower she had the perfect outfit in mind. Sparkles! Well not just sparkles, but what could be prettier than a sparkly dress? Grinning the small 5'3" girl bounced into her room to pull out the cheery red dress. Once she'd finished dressing she gave the black lacy like material near the hem of the dress a soft fluff as she spun in front of her mirror. Mmm perfect! It was cute but at the same time it hinted at hot with amount of skin she showed. Clapping her hands in childlike joy she rooted through her closet until she found a pair of cherry red heels to match her dress. Once she'd slipped her dainty feet into the heels she tottered about her room to get the few of the shoes. Tonight was one of those rare occasions that she'd decided to wear heels. Normally she was pretty content with her shortness. But tonight she was going to see the euphoric. She didn't just want to see them-she wanted to party with them. And she just couldn't see them partying with a 5'3" twenty-two-year-old. They'd want sometime who was a little bit taller. Someone whose personality sparkled.or better yet someone who literally sparkled... Grinning Del ran to her bathroom to finish getting ready. By the time she'd finished getting ready her pale ivory hued skin was softly dusted in sparkly body power and her usually wild unruly hair had been tamed enough that she'd deemed it safe to let the thick locks cascade down around her shoulders. After giving herself one last cursory look she deemed herself ready and headed for the door tucking everything she'd needed for a night out on the town with Mary into her purse and left letting loose a soft string of expletives as she had the usual fight with her door. And then finally she was one her way! The short walk to Shooters Pub only left her slightly winded-hey she'd walked in heels! It wasn't easy to make your way through the evening crowd in something you usually only wore for special occasions! Stepping into the bar she brightened noticeable as she noticed her friend and bounced over to the other girl cheerfully plopping herself onto a nearby seat and reaching out to swipe a french fry. After munching on the stolen greasy snack she began bouncing her seat as she chattered away. Normally she wasn't the hyper type but tonight.well tonight she was feeling particularly energetic." C'mon! Hurry up! Let's go! We can get something better later. Let's go see the Euphoric! I've been waiting allele day! You can't expect me to wait any longer!"-----------Smiling in contentment, Riley gave his targets neck a soft kiss before he pulled away flashing the dazed and hypnotized girl a dazzling smile. She'd wake up on her in a few moments and she'd remember nothing. See that was the good thing about feeding. He barely had to do any work. All he did was pick the target, chase them down and feed and then.well the rest just followed through. How? He had no clue. Even after all these years he was no closer to figuring it out. As far as he could figure his fangs had some type of sedative that could wipe his meals' memory. Or maybe it was the over active human mind scrambling to find a reason-a realistic one for what had just happened. He didn't know. All he knew was that he wasn't thirsty anymore and show time was drawing ever nearer. Pulling away from his snack he gave her a gentle push back in the direction of the other club goers before he made his way backstage to meet up with his band. As he drew closer to them his nose wrinkled in obvious disdain. Uhh, there was that usual god awful smell of refrigerated and copious amounts of drugs mixed together in one's bloodstream. Obviously Omar was present and as high as a kite. Sheesh. Could the man not make i through one show without popping a handful of pills? And really refrigerated blood...blew just blew. He wanted to be a vampire so badly then maybe he could actually try drinking it right from the source. But to each his own. "Good evening everyone." he said flashing a warm charming smile in Marissa's direction before he looked at Omar watching as he guzzled the vodka. "Do you plan on sharing some of that?" he asked before reaching forward and snagging the bottle from him with an impish grin. One thing he'd learned over the years was you never messed with another men booze. Clearly he was breaking that rule right now but OOO how could he resist? He was full of blood, and he felt more than capable of causing some trouble tonight. Smirking he pressed the bottle to his lips and knocked back a healthy swallow of vodka before he passed the bottle back as the liquid burned down his throat. Good.not as good as blood but still pretty dang good. "Have you decided what's songs we're going to through tonight? Or are we flying by the seat of pants as usual?" he asked with one brow arched curiously. Omar let out a goofy laugh as Riley snatched the bottle. "Brother you know I can't say no to you, this thing, this band here, it connects us. Like a family." He laughed again and took another long drink when handed back the bottle. Omar. He was always so odd, so contemplative, so silly when he was intoxicated, which was nearly all the time now. He loved it though, his words managed to twist themselves into lyrical genius on a regular basis these days. And as much as it was fulfilling his artistic passions, he even more enjoyed the money it had begun making him." Yeah, uh." He went blank for a second, looking through Riley as he thought. "Well, we'll play 'True Euphoria' first, and maybe 'Bite it' after that. But aside from those, tonight we should go with what we feel, what the crowd feels, what the whole club feels, you know?" The blood was really setting in now. He could feel it coursing through him, see the vibrancy and true colors of everything around him. It was fucking wild, bro. Omar stretched, and then set the bottle on the long glass table in front of him, standing up and taking a commanding sort of pose. This was a regular thing, his little talk before really important or huge shows. It was sort of, a pep talks, to rally them into a really positive air, supercharge them for the ultimate performance." Guys," He addressed his bandmates. "Tonight is the night. THE NIGHT." Omar emphasized the words heavily, very serious. "We really need to blow out there, like melt some fucking faces. We are THE BEST in the business right now, and we will be forever more because we have the sound, we have the feeling, and we have the attitude that sparks flavor and inspiration to the masses." His eyes may have been glassy, but his words were clear and true.~"Deli!" Mary chimed as her friend plopped down beside her. "Just give me a minute to finish, okay? I'm so excited too! This is going to be the best night ever girl!" She made a point to munch down a few more fries quickly, and drain the last of her beer. Station 64 was pretty close, and they had plenty of time to get there, but she was also extremely excited about the concert. Riley Kingston was the best guitarist in the world in her eyes, and also the hottest and oh my god, he was just amazing. You could consider her just a tiny bit obsessed. Popping up off the stool, Mary grabbed her little clutch. "I'll be back in a second I have to run to the bathroom." She said and winked. "If you want some E Come with me." she whispered to Del and bounced off to the ladies room. It was deserted, as the bar was pretty empty. She was pretty sure there weren't even any more girls in the bar aside from her and Del. So, she popped open her little clutch and took out the two easy pills. She placed them on the counter and crushed them into a fine powder, spitting it into two long lines. She also took out a twenty dollar bill and rolled it into a straw. "Mmm, X." She chuckled and placed the twenty to her nose, the other end at one end of a line, and inhaled it into her nose. Mary coughed a few times and wiped off her nose. It took everything Riley had in him not to let his upper lip curl at the endearing term Omar used. Brother? Yea.no. Unlike most people he was content to be without siblings. He had no drama to deal with.well not a lot of drama. He was in a band for Pete's sake it was more or less impossible to avoid drama in that aspect. Furthermore, he rolled his eyes slightly at the comparison of their band being a so-called family. Yea.they were going to have to agree to disagree on that one. Then again wasn't hat how pretty much everything worked with them? Don't get him wrong he liked his bandmates, but that was it. He didn't like them enough to consider them family though. He'd had a family at one point. And to be perfectly honest he hadn't enjoyed it. Then again he'd been alive -error maybe human was a better word for it- in different times. The goings-on between family members had been stiffer. And now seeing as of he'd been cut loose from him family for a good many years now he felt no compulsion to try it again. He was perfectly content on his own. He didn't have to worry about anyone else. All he had to worry about was himself. And his blood donors. But that was it. Nice and simple. He leaned forward in his seat his hazel eyes fastened on their leader as he explained the layout for tonight's performance. His lips curled up in a grin of amusement at the mention of his favorite song, "Bite it". He a little late for that one. He'd already bitten it. Although as of to whether the song was talking about biting the dust or biting someone well that still remained a mystery to him. Although if you thought about it the lyrics could be taken either way. In either case Riley had already done both of those. So maybe that was he felt a particular kinship to the song. He was brought of his amused thoughts by the sight of Omar taking his usual pose. Ah.right on schedule. Next up the pep talk! Well he'd give Omar one thing-he might be predictable in the order he did things, but he never said the same thing twice. So at least he kept his listeners on edge. At the end of his little speech Riley stood up applauding politely before he spoke. "Well said, well said. Now how about go and blow them away?" he asked with a soft lilt of his head a few stray strands of his bright red hair falling forward before he brushed them out of his face.-------Del winced slightly hearing the annoying nickname. Deli-she wasn't a deli! She didn't even venture into them often. It was so much easier just to say Del but then again there were some people who thought otherwise. Like Mary. Oh, well. There were just some battles you couldn't win. Del made a soft sound of amusement and agreement as she looked around the bar. Huh, Shooters wasn't usually this empty. Then again Station 64 wasn't far away and if the turnout for The Euphoric was as big as she though tit was going to be then it made perfect sense. Aww, man.she was going to be swamped by tall people! Just how the heck was she going to achieve her goal of stealing Omar Johansson away from the crowd if she was being blocked by tall people? Huffing soft in aggravation she looked down at her heels suddenly regretting the fact that she hadn't grabbed a pair that gave her more of a height increase. Dang it. She blinked owlishly for a moment hearing her friends whisper. Her nose wrinkled slightly. Ugh.yea. That wasn't exactly her thing. Actually drugs weren't her thing either. Drinking? Heck yea? Smoking a cigarette occasionally? Sure. But popping pills? Yea...not her thing. But it was Mary's thing. And she was her best friend. And best friends didn't harp on each other's choices. They just went along with it. So Del did what any friend would do. She bounced up off her stool all but trotting to keep up with her friend. "Now that you mention I should probably use the bathroom here." she murmured slipping into the ladies room behind Mary and making her way to the nearest stall. She really didn't have to go that badly, but she wasn't so sure she could watch Mary ado it. It just seemed wrong somehow-like she was watching something she wasn't supposed to. So once she heard the tell-tale cough signaling she was done Del finished up and came back out to wash her hands. Once that was done she's bouncing next to her friend in childlike excitement before she reached out to grab Mary's hand and pulled. "Come on! Let's go! I want to get there before the rest of the crowd does. I won't stand a chance of getting to see Omar Johansson if I'm surrounded by tall people...and if we get there early enough we might be able to see them before they go on stage." she hedged softly knowing the chances of that actually happening were pretty much nonexistent. Omar grinned at Riley and nodded, but then went to the long mirror at the side of the room and eyed himself up for a minute. What a majestic, powerful, amazing fantastic kick ass badass motherfucker. That was the blood thinking for him, but really. He threaded his hands up through his for, fluffing it out a little bit. The dark wooly fluff bounced as he shook it out, wiggling his whole body around to get himself ready. Omar knew he looked silly. But Omar didn't care. Maybe he WAS silly, huh?" Let us, friend." Omar rumbled out to Riley in a bass voice. As he turned and walked across the room to the big backstage door, the tall, lanky vocalist began to warm up those "crazy awesome" (or so that's what the record company said) pipes of his for the show. "EEEEEEEEE Heeeeeee HEEEEEEEE Waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!" The sounds of Omar's voice rose and fell, rolling out of his lips. This is one of the things he loved about blood. He could SEE the waves of sound billowing from his lips, a really fascinating sight, to be honest with you. Flinging open the door, Omar trotted through it and out to the backstage area. There were crew members all over the place, setting things up and making sure everything worked absolutely flawlessly for the show. Lighting guys were hanging from the ceiling, adjusting the levels and arrangements of the tiers of strobes, lasers, and other lovely colorful flashy things. As he walked out closer to the actual stage, their manager popped out of a corner, probably from talking to the house manager and whatnot. "Eye, Crater. You ready to get your face melted?" Arch Crater, their manager, laughed and replied, "Kill 'em, guys. Tonight Epic and Heavy times have their best execs out there tonight. We're about to hit it big." and with that, the man, clad in a business suit, disappeared into another area of the backstage. Omar was ready. It was barely an hour before the show was set to begin, and give or take a few minutes, that's when everything would be ready. Stepping aside to a soundproof booth, Omar began to practice his vocals a bit, refining a few tones and pitches on some songs that put a lot of stress on his throat.--Mary let Del pull her out of the bathroom, and then changed to leading the way out to the car. " Alright, alright!" She laughed, the X beginning to hit her. She loved snorting stuff. When you popped pills, you had to wait maybe even more than an hour to really feel the effects of something, but when you inhaled it through your nose, man. It's almost instant, and so much stronger. As they hopped into her car, which would probably be some piece of junk, had her grandfather not given her his old Convair, she started her up and cranked up the tunes. The first song on the CD she had in, The Euphoric' first album, was "Bite it" their top hit. The Euphoric' music was so wonderful. It fit any situation, but especially one like this. They were flying down the highway, excited about this concert and loving life. It was fantastic! The anticipation was incredible! The sun was beginning to set, a lovely glow settling over the city, it was beautiful like this, the way all the shadows fell before the streetlights started to blare at sundown. Mary lit up, smiling wildly as she spotted Station 64 looming over the city block ahead of them, and slowed down, pulling towards the parking ramp beside the venue. The valet was standing at the gate to the structure, waiting for them, and she tossed him her keys. The kid looked familiar. Possibly a classmate in high school? Push, she didn't know, or care that much. Hopping out of the car, she left her door open for the kid to hop in and drive the car off to the ramp, and headed for the door of the venue. "Oooh, Del! This is going to be the best night of our lives, girl! I am SO READY!" Riley couldn't hide his evident amusement as Omar's long lanky legs carried him towards a mirror set up off to the side and the other checked himself out. He let out a low chuckle of humor as the other wriggled in obvious delight. At what? Riley had no clue but what ever the case the obvious display of affection-or some other weird emotion Omar was currently having towards himself-was pretty dang amusing. Arching one brow Riley continued to watch the other psych himself up. "So are you ready to go now? " He asked with faint smirk. Once Omar had deemed himself ready, Riley stayed silent as he followed Omar and his other bandmates backstage. It was business as usual backstage, with the lighting technicians scurrying about over head and the other members of the backstage screw hustling about as showtime slowly crept closer and closer. Just a few more minutes and then they could kick things into gear. He didn't want to wait anymore-he'd had enough of waiting and watching to last him a lifetime. Or to be more accurate not just one life but many more. In short, he didn't want to spend any more time waiting. Hearing Crater's brief pep talk about killing the audience Riley shook his head softly. "I don't know about you dude, but I think it'd be more fun to bite them." he deadpanned. Yea.it was a weak joke, but it was still a joke all the same. The only catch, was that he wasn't joking. He wasn't one of those vampires who was solely focused on his next feeding. He was one of the ones that only focused on it when he really had to. Like before and after his shows. Yea who ever said certain things get easier over time was wrong. Handling his thirst hadn't gotten any easier as he'd gotten older. If anything it'd gotten harder. It was like he could never drink his fill! Biting back a groan, Riley shook his head to dispose of any lingering thoughts of blood. He'd drank before the show. He didn't anymore, even if his hunger (err thirst?) pangs said otherwise. Sighing softly he ran his tongue over his fangs in an attempt to take off some of their sharpness. To keep himself from being distracted further he started doing his warm-ups.' Just a few minutes until show time.'he thought as his long slim fingers picked at the strings of his guitar. Once they were on the road with their tunes blaring, Del was swept in not just her own excitement, but Mary's as well. "Oh my gosh! I can't believe we're going to see the Euphoric!" Del crowed as her tiny figure trembled with excitement. During the ride over she more or less kept repeating herself, but she really couldn't believe it! In no time at all, it seemed like they were pulling up in front of Station 64 and passing Mary's car off to the valet. As she breezed into the venue with Mary at her side Del finally settled down. Well not to the point where she was lethargic mind you, but to the point where her hands weren't shaking like someone with a case of the withdrawals. Shooting a bright smile at her friend she let out a girlish squeal as she lunged at Mary and wrapped her friend in a brief hug. "Thank you so much! If you hadn't won the tickets on that radio contest then wouldn't be here! But we're here, and tonight we're going to see the Euphoric!!!" she bubbled over happily as she tugged eagerly on her friends hand and pulling her in the direction of the stage.

Blood and Music, a 1x1 by Clorissa and Bookwormiam2010|rating:2.0

Dissociation - A Versimilitude's Capriccio; IC

Chapter 1: The Turing Paradox ...the leviathan sees all... ... Saber... ...the house bleeds... Portents, symbols of heroes and emblems to those chosen by Gaia. They mark those who are to undertake a grand endeavor and grant them with the ability to revive after death to continue their task. In other words, they are burdens and nuisances. It is the dragon slayer who is the hero, not the lead pipe they bludgeon their foes with; unfortunately in this case, those afflicted with Portents serve a closer role to the latter. It hijacks lives, attracts paranoid malice and above all, invites menial tasks. Cursed to die and die again, all in pursuit of a nebulous task that they are ill-informed of at best. It is amidst the muffled cacophony of distant skirmishes in a hellscape formed from dedicated leaves that a group of four adventurers have found themselves facing down on such a malady. Flanked by grand trees half-buried in their own abscission, they stand with weapons drawn as an overpowering caricature of citrus scents encroaches upon their position, no doubt the first of many ordeals. So, why are you here and who are the other three unfortunates?((Pleaseboldactions you wish to be run, such as blindly opening fire at the incoming hostiles or trying to build a snowman out of the dead leaves. The following section displays your characters and what they have. Abilities and equipment have a charge displayed as current_charge/maximum_charge, when maximum charge is reached, they may be used (I've decided to represent the two the same way as having ability cooldown represented by a decreasing number could cause confusion), active abilities have 0/0, whilst passive abilities and equipment without active properties have -/-. )Spoiler: Party Hide Spoiler: Angel Carlsdotter Hide Spoiler: INTERNECINE CORRUPTION: -/- Hide 33% chance of inflicting corruption on the target with a successful attack33% chance of inflicting corruption on the attacker with a successful attack Spoiler: Indiscriminate Barrage: 8/8 Hide Attacks everything in the area 1–7 times with infernal bolts the deal 1-6 damage each for 2 turns Level 3 Eidolon HP: 50/50Spoiler: (Weapon) Fracture Conduit: 0/5 Hide RNG: Middle: 1-11Pas: -1 penalty to all aiming rolls Pas: aiming is roll to hit, the target does not get any dodge rolls Pas: pierces everything in its path Act: 3-round burst Spoiler: (Weapon) Purification Rod: 0/10 Hide RNG: Melted: 6-8Pas: +2 damage against entities with the corruption status effect Act: adds 2 shock bolts to the attack that deal 0-14 damage each Spoiler: (Armor) Cloak of Restraint: -/- Hide Pas: +1 bonus to all dodge rolls against friendly fire caused by the wearer Spoiler: All Gordon Hide Spoiler: ACCELERATE: -/- Hide 17% chance of duplicating repeating an attack Spoiler: Breaking and Entering: 0/0 Hide The user can move from one side of a wall to the other Inflicts stun for one turn if the wall is too thick or blocked from the other side Counts as a free action Level 3 Preacher: 50/50Spoiler: (Weapon) Shade Rifle: 0/5 Hide RNG: Middle: 4-8Pas: attacks from this weapon are silent Pas: +1 to aiming die size Pas: drains light from the surroundings Act: -1 to the victim's dodging die size for 3 turns Spoiler: (Weapon) Spell woven Bayonet: -/- Hide RNG: Melted: 1-1Pas: automatically repeats its attack 7 times Spoiler: (Armor) Sniper's Coat: 0/10 Hide Pas: +1 to dodging die size Act: +1 to dodging die size for 2 turns Spoiler: Mathilde Hide Spoiler: SHADED EDGE: 0/0 Hide Destroys one of the user's weapons and binds it to their soul Objects holding the user's soul gains the weapon's statistics and properties When used again, the previous weapon's components are dropped Counts as a free action Spoiler: Soul Tracking: 3/3 Hide Imbues an object the user is touching with their soul or remotely detects the soul's surroundings Destruction of the vessel returns the soul to the user's body Counts as a free action Level 3 Shade Enforcer HP: 50/50Spoiler: (Weapon) Fashion of Pointless Bling: 0/10 Hide RNG: Melted: 0-0Pas: attacking results in a beam being fired at a random enemy within mid-range dealing 5-15 damage???: CICADA'S DETERRENT Act: 0-10 damage to all enemies within mid-range via pulse of shininess Spoiler: (Weapon) Mist Chain: 0/5 Hide RNG: Melted: 2-5Pas: -1 to aiming die size Pas: targets all enemies in range Act: gains a mist-shroud for 2 turns, increasing damage by 2-4 Spoiler: (Armor) Wrath guard: -/- Hide Pas: +1 to aiming die size against enemies that damaged the user the previous turn Spoiler: Demo Hide Spoiler: GENOCIDE TENDENCY: 6/6 Hide Summons a daemonic executioner to attack the user for 3 turns Attacks are mid-range and deal 9-12 damage Successfully dodged attacks are directed at a target of the user's choice Spoiler: Indistinct Mortality: -/- Hide If damage greater than or equal to 20% of maximum HP is taken in one turn, death occurs for one turnip HP is reduced to 0, there is 50% chance of instantly reviving with 1 HP Level 3 Abernathy: 50/50Spoiler: (Weapon) Wings of Heresy: 0/30 Hide RNG: Mid-CloseD mg: 2-5Pas: hits twice???: SACRILEGIOUS ORIGINS Act: unleashes an inferno to burn all enemies in melee range for 4–6 damage 5 times a turn for 2 turns Spoiler: (Weapon) Sinner's Barbs: 0/5 Hide RNG: Melted: 3-5Pas: hits twice???: SACRILEGIOUS ORIGINS Act: inflicts poison, dealing 1–2 damage 5 times per turn for 2 turns Spoiler: (Armor) Blasphemous Carapace: 0/6 Hide Pas: All damage taken is reduced by 1???: SACRILEGIOUS ORIGINS Act: For 1 turn, each hit has a 10% chance of having its damage negated Spoiler: Inventory Hide Spoiler: Portent Hide A modular tablet comprised of angular plates of marble inscribed with shifting runes Dead party member revive after 1 turn IOC Angel wasn't entirely sure why she was here. Well, she understood the individual steps, but had trouble putting together the big picture. She had to leave home because...well, best not to dwell on that. Her ship was attacked, and she was captured, briefly; the disabled ship was discovered, Angel and a few others were rescued, and as Angel tried harder and harder to get to where she was supposed to go, she seemed to get farther and farther away. She kept seeing a path, only to discover misfortune in one form or another before she could finish a few steps. And now she was here, preparing to use her magical might on whatever might be coming. Charge magic. Examine citrus smell and try to determine which direction it comes from. Examine that direction for some hint of what or where it is. Mathilde stood in a combat stance with a tinge of noble elegance, her fashion gleaming with multiple colors as light strikes the multiple gems on its surface. Nobody is sure where the swordswoman came from, however. But now is not the time to ask, for now she is holding her sword in front of her, prepared for combat. All had been forced from home, wronging the wrong people and causing too many problems for her family. She left to explore, to forge, and to hide; Though her mission never ended in her fight against her pursuers. Whatever was after her and the surrounding others, it was clearly not friendly as she drew her rifle and trained in on the foes, ready to take a shot at the first hostile. Demo looks around in confusion at their comrades, and then reluctantly readies themselves for combat. Being the unholy abomination that they are this involves Demo turning their head and arms around 180 degrees, flipping their back and front so that their 'wings' project outward and threaten any enemies that might appear. Originally Posted by GreatWyrmGold Angel wasn't entirely sure why she was here. Well, she understood the individual steps, but had trouble putting together the big picture. She had to leave home because...well, best not to dwell on that. Her ship was attacked, and she was captured, briefly; the disabled ship was discovered, Angel and a few others were rescued, and as Angel tried harder and harder to get to where she was supposed to go, she seemed to get farther and farther away. She kept seeing a path, only to discover misfortune in one form or another before she could finish a few steps. And now she was here, preparing to use her magical might on whatever might be coming. Charge magic. Examine citrus smell and try to determine which direction it comes from. Examine that direction for some hint of what or where it is. ((Seeing as you need to actually be trying to attack an enemy to charge, I'll assume that Angel charges after trying to figure out the location of the enemies.))[1d6:5]Seeing as there was no wind here to carry the scent, one would think that the origin should be nearby, perhaps even in visual range, yet it was not. The first thought that came to mind was, of course, that it was camouflaged amidst the trees, yet every time she moved towards a tree regardless of where it was, the smell seemed to decrease in intensity every so slightly. By process of elimination, she establishes that it's underneath them, somehow emitting scent through the compressed leaves.[1d6:3]It's still hard to discern what exactly it was, it seems to have stopped moving seeing as the smell wasn't getting any worse, but didn't really provide any clues as to how far down below it is.[1d6:6-1][1d3:2]Aiming her grimier shard downwards, Angel unleashes some of its magic, sending a splintering fracture through the air and leaves like a crack in glass with a sound not unlike a gunshot. It's hard to tell whether it hit anything, but at least its charged her weapon by a bit. Originally Posted by Private Nomad Mathilde stood in a combat stance with a tinge of noble elegance, her fashion gleaming with multiple colors as light strikes the multiple gems on its surface. Nobody is sure where the swordswoman came from, however. But now is not the time to ask, for now she is holding her sword in front of her, prepared for combat. [1d6:6]The swordswoman adopts a defensive stance with practiced grace, bringing her fashion forwards in preparation to close off any incoming lines of attack. Unfortunately for everyone else, Mathilde's stance flawlessly directs the midday sun's rays straight into the gems, scattering vibrant light everywhere that shifted greatly in hue with the slightest movement like some sort of impromptu strobe-light. Status Effect gained:Ibiza com Tag. Originally Posted by RangerCado All had been forced from home, wronging the wrong people and causing too many problems for her family. She left to explore, to forge, and to hide; Though her mission never ended in her fight against her pursuers. Whatever was after her and the surrounding others, it was clearly not friendly as she drew her rifle and trained in on the foes, ready to take a shot at the first hostile. [1d6:5]Following Angel's gaze, All draws her carbine and prepares for combat. Seeing as the hostiles were apparently beneath the upper layer of leaves, they would either have to burst upwards, or rip apart the ground from their feet. Either way, with her weapon angled downwards, she'd probably be able to get a shot off as soon as it exposed itself. Status Effect gained:A Legitimate Strategy. Originally Posted by USEC_OFFICER Demo looks around in confusion at their comrades, and then reluctantly readies themselves for combat. Being the unholy abomination that they are this involves Demo turning their head and arms around 180 degrees, flipping their back and front so that their 'wings' project outward and threaten any enemies that might appear. [1d6:1]Unfortunately in an attempt to rotate their head, Demo ends up looking at Mathilde's personal strobe-light a bit too long. Instinctively trying to avert their gaze halfway through the process, the Abbe rant makes a mistake. Sometimes even monkeys fall from trees, or in this case, sometimes amnesiac reincarnation errors end up rotating the wrong part of their body. Turns out that they somehow managed to rotate their legs 180 degrees. Status Effect gained:Legs Don't Work That Way. Well, seeing as the location Angel fired upon has so far done nothing aside from eating her magical strike, it seems that either the hostiles are getting paid by the hour, or hiding underneath an entire hill of leaves isn't as smart an idea as they thought it would be. There doesn't seem to be any movement and their scent hasn't encroached any further. Maybe they're on lunch break? Spoiler: Party Hide Spoiler: Angel Carlsdotter Hide Spoiler: INTERNECINE CORRUPTION: -/- Hide 33% chance of inflicting corruption on the target with a successful attack33% chance of inflicting corruption on the attacker with a successful attack Spoiler: Indiscriminate Barrage: 8/8 Hide Attacks everything in the area 1–7 times with infernal bolts the deal 1-6 damage each for 2 turns Level 3 Eidolon HP: 50/50Spoiler: (Weapon) Fracture Conduit: 1/5 Hide RNG: Middle: 1-11Pas: -1 penalty to all aiming rolls Pas: aiming is roll to hit, the target does not get any dodge rolls Pas: pierces everything in its path Act: 3-round burst Spoiler: (Weapon) Purification Rod: 0/10 Hide RNG: Melted: 6-8Pas: +2 damage against entities with the corruption status effect Act: adds 2 shock bolts to the attack that deal 0-14 damage each Spoiler: (Armor) Cloak of Restraint: -/- Hide Pas: +1 bonus to all dodge rolls against friendly fire caused by the wearer Spoiler: All Gordon Hide Spoiler: ACCELERATE: -/- Hide 17% chance of duplicating repeating an attack Spoiler: Breaking and Entering: 0/0 Hide The user can move from one side of a wall to the other Inflicts stun for one turn if the wall is too thick or blocked from the other side Counts as a free action Level 3 Preacher: 50/50Spoiler: (Status Effect) A Legitimate Strategy Hide This unit is anticipating enemies to emerge from an area Indefinite, ends when this unit wants it to, or is attacked Does not stack with itself This unit's aiming die size is increased by 1 against enemies in the targeted area Spoiler: (Weapon) Shade Rifle: 0/5 Hide RNG: Middle: 4-8Pas: attacks from this weapon are silent Pas: +1 to aiming die size Pas: drains light from the surroundings Act: -1 to the victim's dodging die size for 3 turns Spoiler: (Weapon) Spell woven Bayonet: -/- Hide RNG: Melted: 1-1Pas: automatically repeats its attack 7 times Spoiler: (Armor) Sniper's Coat: 0/10 Hide Pas: +1 to dodging die size Act: +1 to dodging die size for 2 turns Spoiler: Mathilde Hide Spoiler: SHADED EDGE: 0/0 Hide Destroys one of the user's weapons and binds it to their soul Objects holding the user's soul gains the weapon's statistics and properties When used again, the previous weapon's components are dropped Counts as a free action Spoiler: Soul Tracking: 3/3 Hide Imbues an object the user is touching with their soul or remotely detects the soul's surroundings Destruction of the vessel returns the soul to the user's body Counts as a free action Level 3 Shade Enforcer HP: 50/50Spoiler: (Status Effect) Ibiza com Tag Hide This unit's stance is strobe lighting their surroundings, making the battlefield look like a nightclub Indefinite, ends when this unit wants it to, or performs an attack Does not stack with itself All combatants near this unit have their aiming die size reduced by 1 Spoiler: (Weapon) Fashion of Pointless Bling: 0/10 Hide RNG: Melted: 0-0Pas: attacking results in a beam being fired at a random enemy within mid-range dealing 5-15 damage???: CICADA'S DETERRENT Act: 0-10 damage to all enemies within mid-range via pulse of shininess Spoiler: (Weapon) Mist Chain: 0/5 Hide RNG: Melted: 2-5Pas: -1 to aiming die size Pas: targets all enemies in range Act: gains a mist-shroud for 2 turns, increasing damage by 2-4 Spoiler: (Armor) Wrath guard: -/- Hide Pas: +1 to aiming die size against enemies that damaged the user the previous turn Spoiler: Demo Hide Spoiler: GENOCIDE TENDENCY: 6/6 Hide Summons a daemonic executioner to attack the user for 3 turns Attacks are mid-range and deal 9-12 damage Successfully dodged attacks are directed at a target of the user's choice Spoiler: Indistinct Mortality: -/- Hide If damage greater than or equal to 20% of maximum HP is taken in one turn, death occurs for one turnip HP is reduced to 0, there is 50% chance of instantly reviving with 1 HP Level 3 Abernathy: 50/50Spoiler: (Status Effect) Legs Don't Work That Way Hide This unit's legs are the wrong way around2 turns remaining, can be manually dispelled Multiple stacks of this effect cancel each other out This unit needs to take an RTD roll to move around in combat Spoiler: (Weapon) Wings of Heresy: 0/30 Hide RNG: Mid-CloseD mg: 2-5Pas: hits twice???: SACRILEGIOUS ORIGINS Act: unleashes an inferno to burn all enemies in melee range for 4–6 damage 5 times a turn for 2 turns Spoiler: (Weapon) Sinner's Barbs: 0/5 Hide RNG: Melted: 3-5Pas: hits twice???: SACRILEGIOUS ORIGINS Act: inflicts poison, dealing 1–2 damage 5 times per turn for 2 turns Spoiler: (Armor) Blasphemous Carapace: 0/6 Hide Pas: All damage taken is reduced by 1???: SACRILEGIOUS ORIGINS Act: For 1 turn, each hit has a 10% chance of having its damage negated Spoiler: Inventory Hide Spoiler: Portent Hide A modular tablet comprised of angular plates of marble inscribed with shifting runes Dead party member revive after 1 turn The tension's getting to me... I just want this to be started then over..." This is...not going badly. We totally have this under control. This can't go badly. We're okay. Nothing can stop us now." Having presumably summoned something bad, shoot it. "Hmph." Continue stance. If something jumps at her, she'll know. Stay focused and ready to fire at anything that arrived in a hostile manner Demo does the obvious thing and tries to sort out their legs before the fight starts. Originally Posted by GreatWyrmGold The tension's getting to me... I just want this to be started then over... "This is...not going badly. We totally have this under control. This can't go badly. We're okay. Nothing can stop us now." Having presumably summoned something bad, shoot it. [1d5:2-1]Angel tries her best to ignore her own insecurities and concentrates, trying to pinpoint the location of her foe. It's inside her. It's in her very chest, pumping something through her veins. She can feel it coursing through her. So she reacts, sending a magical blast through her own sternum, fracturing through the squishy invader as if it were made of glass, taking damage in the process. Ow, that hurt more than she thought it would, it's not like she had anything important in there.Oh, wait. Oops; she might've made aslighterror in her targeting. Originally Posted by USEC_OFFICER Demo does the obvious thing and tries to sort out their legs before the fight starts. [1d6:5]Demo quickly rotates her legs again with surprising ease. Now that they're facing the right way, the status effect Legs Don't Work That Way has been dispelled. Originally Posted by Private Nomad "Hmph." Continue stance. If something jumps at her, she'll know. Originally Posted by RangerCado Stay focused and ready to fire at anything that arrived in a hostile manner Mathilde and All sort of just stand there, focused intently upon the probable location of the hostiles. They don't even so much as flinch when Demo rearranges her legs and Angel shoots herself. With a cacophony of rustling, four identical figures erupt from beneath the ground, each lunching towards a different party member. Shrouded directional plumes of leaves from the broken ground and a choking odor of citrus that radiated from their very forms, headless suits of steel armor with angular bodies of heavy plate and more lightly armored, streamlined limbs rush forth in absolute silence. Trailing behind each is a cross between a butcher's knife and a great sword.((The PCs get to attack first. Note that damage reduction (like that of Demo's armor and the enemies) cannot reduce damage to a value less than 1.)) Spoiler: Hostiles Hide Spoiler: Clockwork Soldier #1 Hide A headless suit of steel armor, its torso is armored with angular plates whilst its limbs are more streamlined, it smells intensely of citrus HP: 42/50Currently charging towards Angel Spoiler: (Status Effect) Corruption Hide This unit is being distorted by dark magic1 turn remaining Unpredictable effects will occur Spoiler: Clockwork Soldier #2 Hide A headless suit of steel armor, its torso is armored with angular plates whilst its limbs are more streamlined, it smells intensely of citrus HP: 50/50Currently charging towards AlliSpoiler: Clockwork Soldier #3 Hide A headless suit of steel armor, its torso is armored with angular plates whilst its limbs are more streamlined, it smells intensely of citrus HP: 50/50Currently charging towards Mathilde Spoiler: Clockwork Soldier #4 Hide A headless suit of steel armor, its torso is armored with angular plates whilst its limbs are more streamlined, it smells intensely of citrus HP: 50/50Currently charging towards Demo Spoiler: Party Hide Spoiler: Angel Carlsdotter Hide Spoiler: INTERNECINE CORRUPTION: -/- Hide 33% chance of inflicting corruption on the target with a successful attack33% chance of inflicting corruption on the attacker with a successful attack Spoiler: Indiscriminate Barrage: 8/8 Hide Attacks everything in the area 1–7 times with infernal bolts the deal 1-6 damage each for 2 turns Level 3 Eidolon HP: 41/50Spoiler: (Weapon) Fracture Conduit: 2/5 Hide RNG: Middle: 1-11Pas: -1 penalty to all aiming rolls Pas: aiming is roll to hit, the target does not get any dodge rolls Pas: pierces everything in its path Act: 3-round burst Spoiler: (Weapon) Purification Rod: 0/10 Hide RNG: Melted: 6-8Pas: +2 damage against entities with the corruption status effect Act: adds 2 shock bolts to the attack that deal 0-14 damage each Spoiler: (Armor) Cloak of Restraint: -/- Hide Pas: +1 bonus to all dodge rolls against friendly fire caused by the wearer Spoiler: All Gordon Hide Spoiler: ACCELERATE: -/- Hide 17% chance of duplicating repeating an attack Spoiler: Breaking and Entering: 0/0 Hide The user can move from one side of a wall to the other Inflicts stun for one turn if the wall is too thick or blocked from the other side Counts as a free action Level 3 Preacher: 50/50Spoiler: (Status Effect) A Legitimate Strategy Hide This unit is anticipating enemies to emerge from an area Indefinite, ends when this unit wants it to, or is attacked Does not stack with itself This unit's aiming die size is increased by 1 against enemies in the targeted area Spoiler: (Weapon) Shade Rifle: 0/5 Hide RNG: Middle: 4-8Pas: attacks from this weapon are silent Pas: +1 to aiming die size Pas: drains light from the surroundings Act: -1 to the victim's dodging die size for 3 turns Spoiler: (Weapon) Spell woven Bayonet: -/- Hide RNG: Melted: 1-1Pas: automatically repeats its attack 7 times Spoiler: (Armor) Sniper's Coat: 0/10 Hide Pas: +1 to dodging die size Act: +1 to dodging die size for 2 turns Spoiler: Mathilde Hide Spoiler: SHADED EDGE: 0/0 Hide Destroys one of the user's weapons and binds it to their soul Objects holding the user's soul gains the weapon's statistics and properties When used again, the previous weapon's components are dropped Counts as a free action Spoiler: Soul Tracking: 3/3 Hide Imbues an object the user is touching with their soul or remotely detects the soul's surroundings Destruction of the vessel returns the soul to the user's body Counts as a free action Level 3 Shade Enforcer HP: 50/50Spoiler: (Status Effect) Ibiza com Tag Hide This unit's stance is strobe lighting their surroundings, making the battlefield look like a nightclub Indefinite, ends when this unit wants it to, or performs an attack Does not stack with itself All combatants near this unit have their aiming die size reduced by 1 Spoiler: (Weapon) Fashion of Pointless Bling: 0/10 Hide RNG: Melted: 0-0Pas: attacking results in a beam being fired at a random enemy within mid-range dealing 5-15 damage???: CICADA'S DETERRENT Act: 0-10 damage to all enemies within mid-range via pulse of shininess Spoiler: (Weapon) Mist Chain: 0/5 Hide RNG: Melted: 2-5Pas: -1 to aiming die size Pas: targets all enemies in range Act: gains a mist-shroud for 2 turns, increasing damage by 2-4 Spoiler: (Armor) Wrath guard: -/- Hide Pas: +1 to aiming die size against enemies that damaged the user the previous turn Spoiler: Demo Hide Spoiler: GENOCIDE TENDENCY: 6/6 Hide Summons a daemonic executioner to attack the user for 3 turns Attacks are mid-range and deal 9-12 damage Successfully dodged attacks are directed at a target of the user's choice Spoiler: Indistinct Mortality: -/- Hide If damage greater than or equal to 20% of maximum HP is taken in one turn, death occurs for one turnip HP is reduced to 0, there is 50% chance of instantly reviving with 1 HP Level 3 Abernathy: 50/50Spoiler: (Weapon) Wings of Heresy: 0/30 Hide RNG: Mid-CloseD mg: 2-5Pas: hits twice???: SACRILEGIOUS ORIGINS Act: unleashes an inferno to burn all enemies in melee range for 4–6 damage 5 times a turn for 2 turns Spoiler: (Weapon) Sinner's Barbs: 0/5 Hide RNG: Melted: 3-5Pas: hits twice???: SACRILEGIOUS ORIGINS Act: inflicts poison, dealing 1–2 damage 5 times per turn for 2 turns Spoiler: (Armor) Blasphemous Carapace: 0/6 Hide Pas: All damage taken is reduced by 1???: SACRILEGIOUS ORIGINS Act: For 1 turn, each hit has a 10% chance of having its damage negated Spoiler: Inventory Hide Spoiler: Portent Hide A modular tablet comprised of angular plates of marble inscribed with shifting runes Dead party member revive after 1 turn Mathilde gracefully slashes at the Clockwork Soldier charging at her. Demo makes a hissing sound similar to a dying badger being put through a wood chipper, and blasts the clockwork soldier charging at them with their Wings of Heresy! All takes a shot with her Rifle, aiming for the ones at the back in an attempt to thin the numbers a bit while the others dealt with the closer ones. ((I'm last...weird...))" Great, I let them out."[b]Attack the one charging at me with my Purification Rod once it charges close enough. Originally Posted by Private Nomad Mathilde gracefully slashes at the Clockwork Soldier charging at her. Mathilde attacks her assailant, dispellingIbizan com Fagin the process.[1d6:6] vs. [?d?:4]The automaton's momentum hampers its attempt to dodge, sending it barreling straight into her blade, taking damage from the ornate weapon.[1d4:3], [1d6:3] vs. [?d?:1]The subsequent burst of light that cleaves into the bewitched armor proves to be more effective, dealing6(10 damage - 4 defense) damage. Originally Posted by USEC_OFFICER Demo makes a hissing sound similar to a dying badger being put through a wood chipper, and blasts the clockwork soldier charging at them with their Wings of Heresy! [1d6:6]Demo perfectly imitates the sound of a dying woodland animal being woodchippered to death, it even goes the extra mile and adds in realistic wood chipper sounds. A rapidly rotating magical circle rends itself beneath their feet, pulsating with daemonic power. Status Effect gained:Jensen's Ritual.[1d6:6] vs. [?d?:1]twin pulses of energy erupts from Demo's wings, which the clockwork soldier promptly dives head first, apparently confident that its armor would protect it. Demo's attack deals a total of3(first hit was 2 damage - 2 defense, second hit was 4 damage - 2 defense) damage. Originally Posted by RangerCado All takes a shot with her rifle, aiming for the ones at the back in an attempt to thin the numbers a bit while the others dealt with the closer ones. ((They're all within melee distance since for some reason no one in the party actually decided to take a few steps back from the obvious ambush. So I'll just assume that All targets the one aiming at her.)) Alli hardly even moves her rifle, as it was already pointed as where she expected her foes to be[1d8:3] vs. [?d?:5]however, the machine quickly brings its blade forth, blocking the umbral beam[1d6:6], [1d8:7] vs. [?d?:3]however, the maneuver leaves it vulnerable to a second shot that strikes it in the chest for5(7 damage - 2 defense) damage. Originally Posted by GreatWyrmGold ((I'm last...weird...)) "Great, I let them out." Attack the one charging at me with my Purification Rod once it charges close enough. [1d6:4] vs. [?d?:5]Angel swings her baseball bat at her opponent, only for it to jerkily parry with its oversized blade, blocking her attack.[?d?:1] vs. [1d6:5]Clockwork Soldier #1 attempts to slash at Angel. Even though its blade had been fully extended during its parry. Needless to say, it doesn't do much, aside from twitching slightly and losing its balance as a corona of disjointed light shrouds its very form. Its corruption has apparently altered its scent to that of chocolate.[?d?:3] vs. [1d7:4]Clockwork Soldier #2 continues charging towards All as it prepare to cleave into her, fortunately, it spent too great a length of time winding up its attack that the thief was able to quickly sidestep its rather clumsy attempt at an attack. However, it does manage to dispel Legitimate Strategy.[?d?:4] vs. [1d6:4]Clockwork Soldier #3 performs an overhead strike at Mathilde, only for the blade to clash with her fashion. Whilst the supposed weapon was rather useless at actually performing melee attacks, it serves quite well in blocking them.[?d?:1] vs. [1d6:6]As Clockwork Soldier #4 rushes through Demo's twin pulses, the impact causes it to lose its balance falling into a rather lackluster attempt to perform a low-slash. Meanwhile, Demo stands perfectly still, vanishing and reappearing behind the adversary, their certain velocity having resulted in a quite uncertain position. Spoiler: Hostiles Hide Spoiler: Clockwork Soldier #1 Hide A headless suit of steel armor, its torso is armored with angular plates whilst its limbs are more streamlined, it smells intensely of chocolate HP: 42/50Fighting Angel Spoiler: Clockwork Soldier #2 Hide A headless suit of steel armor, its torso is armored with angular plates whilst its limbs are more streamlined, it smells intensely of citrus HP: 45/50Fighting AlliSpoiler: Clockwork Soldier #3 Hide A headless suit of steel armor, its torso is armored with angular plates whilst its limbs are more streamlined, it smells intensely of citrus HP: 44/50Fighting Mathilde Spoiler: Clockwork Soldier #4 Hide A headless suit of steel armor, its torso is armored with angular plates whilst its limbs are more streamlined, it smells intensely of citrus HP: 47/50Sprawled on the ground in front of Demo Spoiler: Party Hide Spoiler: Angel Carlsdotter Hide Spoiler: INTERNECINE CORRUPTION: -/- Hide 33% chance of inflicting corruption on the target with a successful attack33% chance of inflicting corruption on the attacker with a successful attack Spoiler: Indiscriminate Barrage: 8/8 Hide Attacks everything in the area 1–7 times with infernal bolts the deal 1-6 damage each for 2 turns Level 3 Eidolon HP: 41/50Spoiler: (Weapon) Fracture Conduit: 2/5 Hide RNG: Middle: 1-11Pas: -1 penalty to all aiming rolls Pas: aiming is roll to hit, the target does not get any dodge rolls Pas: pierces everything in its path Act: 3-round burst Spoiler: (Weapon) Purification Rod: 1/10 Hide RNG: Melted: 6-8Pas: +2 damage against entities with the corruption status effect Act: adds 2 shock bolts to the attack that deal 0-14 damage each Spoiler: (Armor) Cloak of Restraint: -/- Hide Pas: +1 bonus to all dodge rolls against friendly fire caused by the wearer Spoiler: All Gordon Hide Spoiler: ACCELERATE: -/- Hide 17% chance of duplicating repeating an attack Spoiler: Breaking and Entering: 0/0 Hide The user can move from one side of a wall to the other Inflicts stun for one turn if the wall is too thick or blocked from the other side Counts as a free action Level 3 Preacher: 50/50Spoiler: (Weapon) Shade Rifle: 4/5 Hide RNG: Middle: 4-8Pas: attacks from this weapon are silent Pas: +1 to aiming die size Pas: drains light from the surroundings Act: -1 to the victim's dodging die size for 3 turns Spoiler: (Weapon) Spell woven Bayonet: -/- Hide RNG: Melted: 1-1Pas: automatically repeats its attack 7 times Spoiler: (Armor) Sniper's Coat: 0/10 Hide Pas: +1 to dodging die size Act: +1 to dodging die size for 2 turns Spoiler: Mathilde Hide Spoiler: SHADED EDGE: 0/0 Hide Destroys one of the user's weapons and binds it to their soul Objects holding the user's soul gains the weapon's statistics and properties When used again, the previous weapon's components are dropped Counts as a free action Spoiler: Soul Tracking: 3/3 Hide Imbues an object the user is touching with their soul or remotely detects the soul's surroundings Destruction of the vessel returns the soul to the user's body Counts as a free action Level 3 Shade Enforcer HP: 50/50Spoiler: (Weapon) Fashion of Pointless Bling: 2/10 Hide RNG: Melted: 0-0Pas: attacking results in a beam being fired at a random enemy within mid-range dealing 5-15 damage???: CICADA'S DETERRENT Act: 0-10 damage to all enemies within mid-range via pulse of shininess Spoiler: (Weapon) Mist Chain: 0/5 Hide RNG: Melted: 2-5Pas: -1 to aiming die size Pas: targets all enemies in range Act: gains a mist-shroud for 2 turns, increasing damage by 2-4 Spoiler: (Armor) Wrath guard: -/- Hide Pas: +1 to aiming die size against enemies that damaged the user the previous turn Spoiler: Demo Hide Spoiler: GENOCIDE TENDENCY: 6/6 Hide Summons a daemonic executioner to attack the user for 3 turns Attacks are mid-range and deal 9-12 damage Successfully dodged attacks are directed at a target of the user's choice Spoiler: Indistinct Mortality: -/- Hide If damage greater than or equal to 20% of maximum HP is taken in one turn, death occurs for one turnip HP is reduced to 0, there is 50% chance of instantly reviving with 1 HP Level 3 Abernathy: 50/50Spoiler: (Status Effect) Jensen's Ritual Hide This unit is calling daemonic wood chippers into battle2 turns remaining Does not stack with itself Genocide Tendency will summon wood chipper-themed executioners Spoiler: (Weapon) Wings of Heresy: 4/30 Hide RNG: Mid-CloseD mg: 2-5Pas: hits twice???: SACRILEGIOUS ORIGINS Act: unleashes an inferno to burn all enemies in melee range for 4–6 damage 5 times a turn for 2 turns Spoiler: (Weapon) Sinner's Barbs: 0/5 Hide RNG: Melted: 3-5Pas: hits twice???: SACRILEGIOUS ORIGINS Act: inflicts poison, dealing 1–2 damage 5 times per turn for 2 turns Spoiler: (Armor) Blasphemous Carapace: 0/6 Hide Pas: All damage taken is reduced by 1???: SACRILEGIOUS ORIGINS Act: For 1 turn, each hit has a 10% chance of having its damage negated Spoiler: Inventory Hide Spoiler: Portent Hide A modular tablet comprised of angular plates of marble inscribed with shifting runes Dead party member revive after 1 turn Mathilde slashes again, pressing the attack forward. Smack the soldier with my Rod! Demo swats at her attacker with her barbs! All grins and gets her bayonet up, slashing rapidly at the Clockwork soldier.((Sorry!)) Originally Posted by Private Nomad Mathilde slashes again, pressing the attack forward. [1d6:1] vs. [?d?:4]Mathilde attempts to maneuver her blade towards her foe but fails to anything meaningful with the attack itself.[1d4:4], [1d6:6] vs. [?d?:1]however, the swordswoman is able to direct a luminescent beam straight into Clockwork Soldier #4, ripping into it with an explosion of golden embers for10(11 damage -1 defense) damage. Originally Posted by GreatWyrmGold Smack the soldier with my Rod! [1d6:6] vs. [?d?:3]Angel swings her Purification Rod again at her stumbling adversary, bypassing its belated attempt at parrying and dealing damage.[1d3:3], [1d3:1]a burst of twisted multicolored light erupts from the point of impact, rippling through the soldier's very form as it becomes afflicted withCorruptiononce more. Originally Posted by USEC_OFFICER Demo swats at her attacker with her barbs! [1d6:6] vs. [?d?:1]((Was.)) Demo stares down her opponent and with a sudden burst of speed, backhands them, jamming a barb into its frame before following it up with a second pimp slap. Though it probably would have been more effective if Demo had a flamboyant coat and their foe had an actual face, the attack nonetheless deals5(first hit was 4 damage - 2 defense, second hit was 3 damage) damage. Originally Posted by RangerCado All grins and gets her bayonet up, slashing rapidly at the Clockwork soldier. ((Sorry!)) ((That's fine, I'm just trying to get into the more her, excitingphase of this fight before everyone loses interest.)) As All grins, her bayonet's inscriptions seem to hazy blur, followed by the rest of the blade. With supernatural speed, she slashes at her foe at such a rate that some of the strikes seem to be performed simultaneously.[1d6:1] vs. [?d?:3], [1d6:3][1d6:5] vs. [?d?:3], [1d6:4][1d6:6] vs. [?d?:1], [1d6:5][1d6:6] vs. [?d?:4], [1d6:4][1d6:3] vs. [?d?:2], [1d6:4][1d6:3] vs. [?d?:3], [1d6:6][1d6:5] vs. [?d?:1], [1d6:6][1d6:6] vs. [?d?:1], [1d6:5][1d6:5] vs. [?d?:5], [1d6:6][1d6:4] vs. [?d?:4], [1d6:6][1d6:3] vs. [?d?:1], [1d6:1]Try as it might, the construct is unable to block all the strikes, taking a total of7(7 hits, each dealing 1 damage, defense does not matter since it cannot reduce damage to a value below 1) damage.[?d?:6] vs. [1d6:5]Using the impact of Angel's attack, Clockwork Soldier #1 reels from the blow whilst pivoting, bringing its blade around Angel's guard, cleaving into her for damage.[?d?:3] vs. [1d7:2]Clockwork Soldier #2, despite having taken a barrage of hits had succeeded in maneuvering its blade into position whilst blocking, allowing it to quickly slam it into All before she can react, dealing10damage.[?d?:4] vs. [1d6:5]Now Clockwork Soldier #3 attempts to press its own attack forwards, trying to maneuver its blade around Mathilde's guard but to no avail.[?d?:1] vs. [1d6:2]Clockwork Soldier #4 attempts to perform an upward slash at Demo, the key word here beingattemptsseeing as it fails to actually lift its blade, continuing its string of failures this turn. Clockwork Soldier #4 has now been renamed as Deep Bot.Spoiler: Hostiles Hide Spoiler: Clockwork Soldier #1 Hide A headless suit of steel armor, its torso is armored with angular plates whilst its limbs are more streamlined, it smells intensely of chocolate HP: 34/50Fighting Angel Spoiler: (Status Effect) Corruption Hide This unit is being distorted by dark magic2 turns remaining Unpredictable effects will occur Spoiler: Clockwork Soldier #2 Hide A headless suit of steel armor, its torso is armored with angular plates whilst its limbs are more streamlined, it smells intensely of citrus HP: 38/50Fighting AlliSpoiler: Clockwork Soldier #3 Hide A headless suit of steel armor, its torso is armored with angular plates whilst its limbs are more streamlined, it smells intensely of citrus HP: 44/50Locking blades with Mathilde Spoiler: Deep Bot Hide A headless suit of steel armor, its torso is armored with angular plates whilst its limbs are more streamlined, it smells intensely of citrus HP: 32/50Being a disappointment on the ground in front of Demo Spoiler: Party Hide Spoiler: Angel Carlsdotter Hide Spoiler: INTERNECINE CORRUPTION: -/- Hide 33% chance of inflicting corruption on the target with a successful attack33% chance of inflicting corruption on the attacker with a successful attack Spoiler: Indiscriminate Barrage: 8/8 Hide Attacks everything in the area 1–7 times with infernal bolts the deal 1-6 damage each for 2 turns Level 3 Eidolon HP: 36/50Spoiler: (Weapon) Fracture Conduit: 2/5 Hide RNG: Middle: 1-11Pas: -1 penalty to all aiming rolls Pas: aiming is roll to hit, the target does not get any dodge rolls Pas: pierces everything in its path Act: 3-round burst Spoiler: (Weapon) Purification Rod: 2/10 Hide RNG: Melted: 6-8Pas: +2 damage against entities with the corruption status effect Act: adds 2 shock bolts to the attack that deal 0-14 damage each Spoiler: (Armor) Cloak of Restraint: -/- Hide Pas: +1 bonus to all dodge rolls against friendly fire caused by the wearer Spoiler: All Gordon Hide Spoiler: ACCELERATE: -/- Hide 17% chance of duplicating repeating an attack Spoiler: Breaking and Entering: 0/0 Hide The user can move from one side of a wall to the other Inflicts stun for one turn if the wall is too thick or blocked from the other side Counts as a free action Level 3 Preacher: 40/50Spoiler: (Weapon) Shade Rifle: 4/5 Hide RNG: Middle: 4-8Pas: attacks from this weapon are silent Pas: +1 to aiming die size Pas: drains light from the surroundings Act: -1 to the victim's dodging die size for 3 turns Spoiler: (Weapon) Spell woven Bayonet: -/- Hide RNG: Melted: 1-1Pas: automatically repeats its attack 7 times Spoiler: (Armor) Sniper's Coat: 1/10 Hide Pas: +1 to dodging die size Act: +1 to dodging die size for 2 turns Spoiler: Mathilde Hide Spoiler: SHADED EDGE: 0/0 Hide Destroys one of the user's weapons and binds it to their soul Objects holding the user's soul gains the weapon's statistics and properties When used again, the previous weapon's components are dropped Counts as a free action Spoiler: Soul Tracking: 3/3 Hide Imbues an object the user is touching with their soul or remotely detects the soul's surroundings Destruction of the vessel returns the soul to the user's body Counts as a free action Level 3 Shade Enforcer HP: 50/50Spoiler: (Weapon) Fashion of Pointless Bling: 4/10 Hide RNG: Melted: 0-0Pas: attacking results in a beam being fired at a random enemy within mid-range dealing 5-15 damage???: CICADA'S DETERRENT Act: 0-10 damage to all enemies within mid-range via pulse of shininess Spoiler: (Weapon) Mist Chain: 0/5 Hide RNG: Melted: 2-5Pas: -1 to aiming die size Pas: targets all enemies in range Act: gains a mist-shroud for 2 turns, increasing damage by 2-4 Spoiler: (Armor) Wrath guard: -/- Hide Pas: +1 to aiming die size against enemies that damaged the user the previous turn Spoiler: Demo Hide Spoiler: GENOCIDE TENDENCY: 6/6 Hide Summons a daemonic executioner to attack the user for 3 turns Attacks are mid-range and deal 9-12 damage Successfully dodged attacks are directed at a target of the user's choice Spoiler: Indistinct Mortality: -/- Hide If damage greater than or equal to 20% of maximum HP is taken in one turn, death occurs for one turnip HP is reduced to 0, there is 50% chance of instantly reviving with 1 HP Level 3 Abernathy: 50/50Spoiler: (Status Effect) Jensen's Ritual Hide This unit is calling daemonic wood chippers into battle1 turn remaining Does not stack with itself Genocide Tendency will summon wood chipper-themed executioners Spoiler: (Weapon) Wings of Heresy: 4/30 Hide RNG: Mid-CloseD mg: 2-5Pas: hits twice???: SACRILEGIOUS ORIGINS Act: unleashes an inferno to burn all enemies in melee range for 4–6 damage 5 times a turn for 2 turns Spoiler: (Weapon) Sinner's Barbs: 4/5 Hide RNG: Melted: 3-5Pas: hits twice???: SACRILEGIOUS ORIGINS Act: inflicts poison, dealing 1–2 damage 5 times per turn for 2 turns Spoiler: (Armor) Blasphemous Carapace: 0/6 Hide Pas: All damage taken is reduced by 1???: SACRILEGIOUS ORIGINS Act: For 1 turn, each hit has a 10% chance of having its damage negated Spoiler: Inventory Hide Spoiler: Portent Hide A modular tablet comprised of angular plates of marble inscribed with shifting runes Dead party member revive after 1 turn Using the momentum from the soldier's sword, hit it with the Purification Rod again! I'll keep hitting it with my rod until it gives in! Attack once more. Demo flails at the Depot with their barbs! All grimaces slightly before going to a more defensive stance, swinging again with her bayonet to cut apart the bot. ((Okay, I've modified the turn layout so that everyone's immediate surroundings are displayed and the Hostiles section gives relative ranges to each PC.)) Originally Posted by GreatWyrmGold Using the momentum from the soldier's sword, hit it with the Purification Rod again! I'll keep hitting it with my rod until it gives in! [1d6:3]Angel attempts to harness the force of the swing, but it proves to be quite difficult to do without prior experience in such techniques. Nevertheless, she manages still use it to help pivot though it doesn't add much speed to her swing.[1d6:4] vs. [?d?:1]Angel'salt;insert joke about the rigid object that would be against forum ruleset;slams into her apparently immobile foe, dealing10(8 damage + 2 from the passive effect).[1d3:2], [1d3:3]this time, the disjointed aura rushes into Angel, inflicting Corruption. Originally Posted by Private Nomad Attack once more. [1d6:2] vs. [?d?:5]Mathilde makes a diagonal step to maneuver around her adversary's guard, however the leaves that formed the landscape had a bit too much give, which unfortunately dampened the force of her footsteps and slowed her down (she noted that it may be a bit more tiring to run on this terrain than a more solid one), thus her opponent was able to hurl itself to the side, evading her strike.[1d4:4], [1d6:4] vs. [?d?:1]As the fashion impotently slashed through thin air, another beam of concentrated bling strikes Clockwork Soldier #4, blasting into its frame for11(12 damage - 1 defense) damage. Originally Posted by USEC_OFFICER Demo flails at the Depot with their barbs! [1d6:4] vs. [?d?:3]Demo flails at the Depot like a starfish on meth, slapping (mostly) ineffectually against her opponent before landing two strikes with her barbs with a somewhat negligible result of3(first hit was 5 damage - 3 defense, second hit was 3 damage -5 defense) damage. However, the attack has managed to fully charge the barbs. ((Sinner's Barbs are currently at 8/5 charge. Overcharged weapons cannot be charged further and will fall back down to their maximum thefollowingturn. Since their special attack also charges them, she can continuously use their charge attack for 4 turns since the attacks would bring it below maximum charge andthencharge them.)) Originally Posted by RangerCado All grimaces slightly before going to a more defensive stance, swinging again with her bayonet to cut apart the bot. [1d6:1]All proceeds to furiously pelvic thrust in the general direction of her foe's sword like a rabbit high on sildenafil, making blocking and dodging more difficult for herself. Her frantic slashing on the other hand, proves to be at least somewhat more effective.[1d6:2] vs. [?d?:1], [1d6:6][1d6:4] vs. [?d?:5], [1d6:4][1d6:4] vs. [?d?:3], [1d6:5][1d6:2] vs. [?d?:4], [1d6:6][1d6:2] vs. [?d?:5], [1d6:5][1d6:6] vs. [?d?:4], [1d6:1][1d6:2] vs. [?d?:1], [1d6:6][1d6:6] vs. [?d?:5], [1d6:3][1d6:2] vs. [?d?:5], [1d6:3][1d6:3] vs. [?d?:3], [1d6:5]The slashes deal a total of5(you know the drill) damage to the somewhat confused Clockwork Soldier #2. Originally Posted by Clockwork Soldier #1 High Com Tag -Sgt; Orphan -Sgt; Angel [?d?:5] vs. [1d6:1]Moving in absolute silence with surprising speed and newfound grace, Clockwork Soldier #1 makes its move. Quickly shifting to a High Com Tag, it executes a downwards diagonal slash with minimal telegraphing. Before Angel could parry, or even scream, the blade had come to a stop just outside her waist, cleaving her in twain for67damage. It was far from a clean cut, the blade only barely qualified as sharp and had half torn, half crushed its way through the little girl's body, causing compound fractures and soft-tissue damage as it rent a horribly ragged wound through her. Shock sets in near-instantly, quickly followed by unconsciousness and then, death. As the little girl crumples, her equipment seems to collapse into a maelstrom of raw concepts, abstract ideas without signifier, which, along with her soul are promptly absorbed by the Portent. Her killer nonchalantly bats her lower half away as it adopts an Albert guard. Originally Posted by Clockwork Soldier #2 Guard ant Ward -Sgt; Slash -Sgt; All [?d?:2] vs. [1d7:4-1]In spite of her own attempts to the contrary, All manages to thrust her way to her opponent's side as it shifts its guard in what was a preparation for an attack. Deciding that it would be disadvantageous to strike at such an awkward angle, it instead just turns to face her, maintaining its guard as it prepares to defend against what it could only presume to be another series of slashes and/or pelvic thrusts. Originally Posted by Clockwork Soldier #3 蜻蛉構 -Sgt; Strike -Sgt; Mathilde [?d?:6] vs. [1d6:6]Turning into a silent blur, Clockwork Soldier #3 dashes behind its opponent whilst adopting the Tonto-no-kamae stance. With immense force, it delivers a diagonal strike unto the swordswomen's neck before she can even turn and guard. Of course, Mathilde didn't need to guard. She didn't even need to turn. Controlled by her very soul, the Shaded Edge flew out of her hand and launched itself against the construct forcing it backwards slightly, then with a quick step forwards, she exited the attack's range. Now spinning around to face her foe, she catches her rebounding blade by the handle with practiced grace. Originally Posted by Depot Rising Strike -Sgt; Demo [?d?:1] vs. [1d6:1]Depot attempts to perform an upwards strike that would launch itself back on its feet but instead ends up planting its blade in the grounds and swinging its body upwards. Dermo, having anticipated the attack, but not the blunder leaps forward in an attempt to parry the strike from above and slam their foe back onto the ground. Except, since the strike never happened, it just results in the two colliding in midair and landing in an awkward position. Or rather what would've been an awkward position if Demo wasn't fully armored, and Depot wasn't a clockwork-powered suit of armor. Spoiler: Hostiles Hide Spoiler: Clockwork Soldier #1 Hide A headless suit of steel armor, its torso is armored with angular plates whilst its limbs are more streamlined, it smells intensely of chocolate HP: 24/50Standing on compressed, desiccated leaves next to half of Angel's corpse Spoiler: Range Relative to Party Members Hide Angel: N/All: Melee Mathilde: MeleeDermo: Melee Spoiler: (Status Effect) Corruption Hide This unit is being distorted by dark magic1 turns remaining Unpredictable effects will occur Spoiler: Clockwork Soldier #2 Hide A headless suit of steel armor, its torso is armored with angular plates whilst its limbs are more streamlined, it smells intensely of citrus HP: 32/50Standing on compressed, desiccated leaves Spoiler: Range Relative to Party Members Hide Angel: N/All: Melee Mathilde: MeleeDermo: Melee Spoiler: Clockwork Soldier #3 Hide A headless suit of steel armor, its torso is armored with angular plates whilst its limbs are more streamlined, it smells intensely of citrus HP: 44/50Standing on compressed, desiccated leaves Spoiler: Range Relative to Party Members Hide Angel: N/All: Melee Mathilde: MeleeDermo: Melee Spoiler: Deep Bot Hide A headless suit of steel armor, its torso is armored with angular plates whilst its limbs are more streamlined, it smells intensely of citrus HP: 18/50Being a disappointment sandwiched between compressed, desiccated leaves and Despoiler: Range Relative to Party Members Hide Angel: N/All: Melee Mathilde: MeleeDermo: Melee Spoiler: Party Hide Spoiler: Angel Carlsdotter Hide Spoiler: INTERNECINE CORRUPTION: -/- Hide 33% chance of inflicting corruption on the target with a successful attack33% chance of inflicting corruption on the attacker with a successful attack Spoiler: Indiscriminate Barrage: 8/8 Hide Attacks everything in the area 1–7 times with infernal bolts the deal 1-6 damage each for 2 turns Level 3 Eidolon HP: 0/50Dead. Revives in 1 turn. Spoiler: (Weapon) Fracture Conduit: 2/5 Hide RNG: Middle: 1-11Pas: -1 penalty to all aiming rolls Pas: aiming is roll to hit, the target does not get any dodge rolls Pas: pierces everything in its path Act: 3-round burst Spoiler: (Weapon) Purification Rod: 3/10 Hide RNG: Melted: 6-8Pas: +2 damage against entities with the corruption status effect Act: adds 2 shock bolts to the attack that deal 0-14 damage each Spoiler: (Armor) Cloak of Restraint: -/- Hide Pas: +1 bonus to all dodge rolls against friendly fire caused by the wearer Spoiler: All Gordon Hide Spoiler: ACCELERATE: -/- Hide 17% chance of duplicating repeating an attack Spoiler: Breaking and Entering: 0/0 Hide The user can move from one side of a wall to the other Inflicts stun for one turn if the wall is too thick or blocked from the other side Counts as a free action Level 3 Preacher: 40/50Standing on compressed, desiccated leaves Spoiler: (Weapon) Shade Rifle: 4/5 Hide RNG: Middle: 4-8Pas: attacks from this weapon are silent Pas: +1 to aiming die size Pas: drains light from the surroundings Act: -1 to the victim's dodging die size for 3 turns Spoiler: (Weapon) Spell woven Bayonet: -/- Hide RNG: Melted: 1-1Pas: automatically repeats its attack 7 times Spoiler: (Armor) Sniper's Coat: 1/10 Hide Pas: +1 to dodging die size Act: +1 to dodging die size for 2 turns Spoiler: Mathilde Hide Spoiler: SHADED EDGE: 0/0 Hide Destroys one of the user's weapons and binds it to their soul Objects holding the user's soul gains the weapon's statistics and properties When used again, the previous weapon's components are dropped Counts as a free action Spoiler: Soul Tracking: 3/3 Hide Imbues an object the user is touching with their soul or remotely detects the soul's surroundings Destruction of the vessel returns the soul to the user's body Counts as a free action Level 3 Shade Enforcer HP: 50/50Standing on compressed, desiccated leaves Spoiler: (Weapon) Fashion of Pointless Bling: 6/10 Hide RNG: Melted: 0-0Pas: attacking results in a beam being fired at a random enemy within mid-range dealing 5-15 damage???: CICADA'S DETERRENT Act: 0-10 damage to all enemies within mid-range via pulse of shininess Spoiler: (Weapon) Mist Chain: 0/5 Hide RNG: Melted: 2-5Pas: -1 to aiming die size Pas: targets all enemies in range Act: gains a mist-shroud for 2 turns, increasing damage by 2-4 Spoiler: (Armor) Wrath guard: -/- Hide Pas: +1 to aiming die size against enemies that damaged the user the previous turn Spoiler: Demo Hide Spoiler: GENOCIDE TENDENCY: 6/6 Hide Summons a daemonic executioner to attack the user for 3 turns Attacks are mid-range and deal 9-12 damage Successfully dodged attacks are directed at a target of the user's choice Spoiler: Indistinct Mortality: -/- Hide If damage greater than or equal to 20% of maximum HP is taken in one turn, death occurs for one turnip HP is reduced to 0, there is 50% chance of instantly reviving with 1 HP Level 3 Abernathy: 50/50Prone onto of DerpbotSpoiler: (Weapon) Wings of Heresy: 4/30 Hide RNG: Mid-CloseD mg: 2-5Pas: hits twice???: SACRILEGIOUS ORIGINS Act: unleashes an inferno to burn all enemies in melee range for 4–6 damage 5 times a turn for 2 turns Spoiler: (Weapon) Sinner's Barbs: 8/5 Hide RNG: Melted: 3-5Pas: hits twice???: SACRILEGIOUS ORIGINS Act: inflicts poison, dealing 1–2 damage 5 times per turn for 2 turns Spoiler: (Armor) Blasphemous Carapace: 0/6 Hide Pas: All damage taken is reduced by 1???: SACRILEGIOUS ORIGINS Act: For 1 turn, each hit has a 10% chance of having its damage negated Spoiler: Inventory Hide Spoiler: Portent Hide A modular tablet comprised of angular plates of marble inscribed with shifting runes Dead party member revive after 1 turn Demo follows the GM's advice activates their Sinner's Barbs and flails at the Depot some more! Mathilde smirks at the creature that had attacked her, satisfied from her counterattack. Charge Mist Chain.

Dissociation - A Versimilitude's Capriccio; IC|rating:3.0

Stalker Sister_!_ (Crazy Jay & SammyWa)

Stalker Sister?!? - By Crazy Jay & Sammy"Burgh...so where do I begin...right, well, first, for all you who haven't read my journal, the name is Dean Valentine (a 19-year-old guy who's really had too much luck for one guy. Let's face the facts, why am I introducing myself again! You stalkers reading this probably already know that! Burgh...whatever, well, I can't say that I'm not flattered or anything, but the thing is I really get pissed off, you know? When I'm in P. E, FLASH! A girl gets a shot of me in my shorts. Getting changed in the locker, well I don't mind you stealing my underwear!?! BURGH! Jesus Christ, and my dad Jonathan (is no better at all! He's just an absolute pervert! He's always going,"Hey son, why not just let them pounce in you like a puma? That's what I did at your age!"..."" I can't believe I'm even related to that degenerate! Well, speaking of related, my number of stalkers has reduced in the seasons due to exams, all but one that is. Amara Abernathy (high school senior and another of those obsessed girls. Speaking of obsessed, my locker was, no lie, filled with love letters, and about...yeah, 48% were all from her! God, why does life have to be so damn hard! I'm living a guy's dream, being chased by gorgeous girls, but I can't get a second to myself! ARGH!!! And you know what's even worse? Well, my mom died tragically, but I've gotten over that now, I've made my peace. But guess what that means... Dad gets to pull. I can't believe how he did it, but he managed to find this very beautiful woman, Sarah Abernathy (Yep, Abernathy. SHE'S MARA'S FREAKING MOM! ARGH!!! And guess what that means? Because Amara's so damn obsessed she comes WITH her mom to stay over at my place! And of course those two are at it like ferrets, and since we've got a leak in our house over our living room, that means Amara gets to sleep in my room... I can't bear it anymore, she's gotten too close to me know... I bet she's actually in my room now as we speak as I'm writing this Sorry about the line, anyway, I meant to say she's probably reading what I'm writing, so I'm going to have to say...""CUT IT OUT!" Dean barked at Amara, looming over his shoulder reading his journal, which coincidentally gave you readers a lovely intro to the story. But it is a journal, and that means of course that Dean's private stuff was there - ergo - a stalker's heaven. That is exactly what Amara was, a stalker, who he had no doubt would superglue herself to him if she had the provisions...suddenly Dean gave a lifeless stare to a bottle of superglue on his desk, and before you knew it, out the window into the skies. Problem was for him, Amara was the SUPER STALKER, which meant not only did she follow him around, she really confused him with her nature (but I'll let Sammy tell you all about that bit!) Head in hands, Dean turned to Amara as he said "Look, this is my bedroom, and you can't just do what you like!" Most guys would think that Amara Abernathy was a hot piece of ass. And she was if one could get her to keep her mouth shut. See, Amara grew up in a large household with three older brothers and a hippie for a father. Unlike her mother, Sarah, her father had been a free spirit. His free spirit apparently took root in Amara after he passed away from cancer when she was just a child. Amara would spend hours reading through encyclopedias to learn things that no one else really cared to know. At age ten is when her oddity started to weird others out. Before she had a lot of friends but as she got older, people started avoiding her at all costs. Of course, Amara didn't mind. She liked being herself and as long as her mother didn't care, she didn't either. It was in high school when her obsessive nature turned from encyclopedias to boys. Her first crush had been a boy named Derek in the ninth grade. She had literally kidnapped him one day and tried to impress him with her knowledge. Instead, she ended up scaring him so badly he had a panic attack and nearly went into cardiac arrest. Amara tried to keep her crushes to herself after that, but then Dean caught her eye. Oh, Dean! Valentine. Just thinking about him made her giggle like a maniac. Her wide, owl-like eyes would stare into his soul, and she hardly noticed the weird looks he gave her. All she cared about was that he was looking at her. It was then she devised a plan. Through her stalking she knew that his father was single. In order to get closer to Dean, she was going to introduce their parents. It was about time her mom moved on anyway. And so Amara set her plan into action. She knew Jonathan shopped at the same grocery store her mother did. When Amara spotted the older Valentine man in the store, she rushed over to him to ask how Dean was since he hadn't been in school that day. "And who might you be?" His father had asked her. "Oh I'm just a good friend of Dean's. This is my mom Sarah. I'll be right back. You two should talk." Amara said with a wink before she ran off to get what her mother needed from the produce area of the store. That was all it had taken and that night their parents had gone on a date. A few months later, things were getting really serious and Amara had stepped up her weird stalking of Dean. Love letters appeared in his locker, and she had stolen a few things of his as well. She had one of his button-up shirts he had left on a bench at school once that was stuffed under her pillow at her house. Now that her mother was staying over at the Valentine's, Amara made sure she came along every time so she could see Dean...and sleep in his room. Amara had pouted when she saw him throw the superglue out of the open window on the opposite side of the room. She had been planning on using that soon. Oh, god. Was he in her head? If possible, her huge green eyes got wider as he buried his face in his hands. Her head tilted to the side causing her lead-colored hair to fall in her face a bit. "Why Dean, this is our room for now." She giggled as she moved away from him and sat on his bed. Amara turned so that her back was to him, and then she hung upside off of the side of his bed. Her long hair pooled beneath her on the floor and her feet were propped up against the wall his bed was pushed against. He also had a good view of her breasts from the v-neck shirt she wore, but it was obvious he wasn't interested in that. After all, Amara was a weird stalker and not to be considered anything other than that." Your ceiling fan is dusty. Did you know that most of the dust particles in a house is made up of dead human skin?" There she went again, spewing out some worthless fact that no one cared about. Amara blinked a few times as she looked at Dean. He was so damn gorgeous, and she was so damn close to his underwear drawer. A sinister giggle escaped her as her face turned a light shade of pink. It was hard to tell if that was from a blush or from all the blood rushing to her head as she hung upside down. Either way, it may or may not have freaked Dean out a little bit. Now Amara's genius and devious plot of meeting their parents was manageable for the time being, at least Dean could still breath without being assaulted. If there were two things Dean hated about his dad it was his weakness to gorgeous women such as Amara's mother Sarah, and his odd genes passing down quite the handsome appearance in an individual. Problem was for Dean, Amara had no problem in using her traits and assets as a method to seduce him, but don't count Dean out just yet, this mustache's got plenty of fight left in him to resist her charms! Well... I say charms...from what she said..." Th-th-this is our r-r-room?!?!?" Dean said, eyes quivering as a little bead of sweat rolled down the side of his face, his hands refusing to hold up his traumatized head as he let it bash against the desk, causing it to shake; he really put a lot of effort into a concussion or something! But why would Dean be like this, one may ask? Why would Dean push away these girls so much, especially such a gorgeous one like Amara? He wasn't saving himself for someone, he had magazines and DVDs to prove it, though somehow they got mysteriously burnt, which obviously lead Dean to believe Amara had no intention of him gawking at anyone else but her...but how did she? Ah, never mind, fact is now it's time to explain why Dean's so reluctant! So, let's drop into his train of thought...' Argh...why does she have to be so hard to deal with. I mean, yeah, she's hot, but there were so many others too! And that still doesn't mean...burgh! Why can't I just have a normal life!!! I've OT a freeing pervert of a dad, who's having fun with my most difficult stalker's mother, and now I..." Oh yes, Sarah! Oh, god yes!"...and now I can hear them in their room!' "HEY! KEEP IT DOWN IN THERE!" 'Burgh...so, anyway, right. Why can't I just find a girlfriend on my own, why do, so many have to overwhelm me...but mostly, why does she try so damn hard! I've received gifts of roses, boxes of chocolates, and more from other girls. How does she separate herself from the rest? Well, if I told you right now you wouldn't believe me but...hey, wait a minute, why the hell am I narrating my thought? There's no mind readers...oh whatever. Anyway, fact is I like Amara; she's nice and, well, unique being the softest way to put it. It's not like she's a bad person, but why does she do so much to...oh Jesus, she said this was our room, right? Damn it! Dad, why couldn't you just get a quick-fire and go!?! I don't want to sleep in the same room as Amara, not like last time, when he crept into my sleeping bag, even though she had my bed...burgh!'...and back out again. See? He's quite a nutcase, ain't he? Ah, well, let's get back to business then. So, yeah, Dean overheard their parents...no, his dad yelling out, and it turned his face a flaming red of anger really. Especially when he heard it go again"Oh Sarah, you're such a naughty little-""THAT'S IT!!!" Dean swirled in his chair around to face the door, where just in time he saw Amara upside down giving him quite a view, causing a gush of blood to fire from his nose like a rocket, though he did aim out the window fortunately, no mess yet! Now, back to Norma- back to the story. Dean gazed over at Amara as she said her random fact that they both knew would never strike up in normal conversation...and a weird one at that. Looking up at his ceiling fan, as if he'd completely forgotten about their parents, Dean stood up and pointed to Amara saying "What are you giggling about, huh?" before catching her gaze at his drawer, a pair of boxers slipping out the edge, causing Dean to force them in and yank the drawer shut, before roaring "WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING MARA! THAT'S MY UNDERWEAR DRAWER!" Well, It's nothing too out of the norm. Should I tell you what she once gave him? "No, don't do that! Its freaking weird!" Shut up Dean, I'm in charge here. Though most stalkers had an obsession about their crush's clothing, it seemed Dean once had a pair of his boxers stitched with Amara written all over it. Problem was, really, that she had somehow swiped all his other underwear for the time being, and that day at P.E. he was changing into his uniform whilst everyone asked who the heck was Amara, if he was banging her, etc. Yeah, basically it pees'd him off. Anyway, Dean kneeled to Amara's gaze as he said "Hey, what are you doing? You're going to get light-headed if you hang upside down like that." lifting her back onto the bed, sitting her down facing the wall his bed was against. Fact was, even though Dean couldn't bear living with Amara, she sure did lighten the place up a little. He wasn't on his own as usual, and he had someone outside his friends at school who weren't afraid of his dad (the males were usually wrestled whereas the females groped, all resulting in Dean going over to their homes rather than vice versa)Anyway, Dean sat back in his desk dumbstruck, bored, and decided to go downstairs and get a drink, and maybe watch TV downstairs too. After all, anything was an excuse. "I'm just going to-""Screw your tight little-""DAD! CUT IT OUT!" DEA barked, smacking his wall hard, hearing a slight"Sorry."on the receiving end. He could only blush ridiculously at the moment, his dad butting in when it was clearly least appropriate. Ah, well, didn't matter now. So he rather just said "I'm going to get a drink-actually, I'm fine." The sudden change of thought? Amara would have been left alone in Dean's room, all alone. Sure she could've followed him, but what would she have done to his room if he left her alone? He could only imagine the worst, so he stayed put and, leaping onto the bed and lying down on it, he looked out the window at the stars. Life was actually boring before Amara came along; fact was she was definitely the hardest stalker he'd ever faced, but he was determined. Problem? So was she. But, apparently, their parents had a big announcement to make...but why the hell couldn't they tell them before that! Jonathan wasn't that go- Burgh, never mind! Amara had only looked at him like he was crazy as he yelled at her for eying his underwear drawer. Her lower lip came up over her top one in a sad little attempt to make him feel bad for yelling. Of course, she was used to it. He seemed to yell at her a lot whenever she was here. When he got up from his desk, she watched him move over to where she was with those wide eyes. She started breathing a little harder as he kneeled down in front of her. As his hands touched her to lift her back up onto his bed, her entire body went red and she was stiff as a board. All that was going on in that basket case head of hers was "Ohmygodheistouchingme! Ohmygodheistouchingme!" Once she was sat up completely, she just stared at the wall like a catatonic freak for a few moments before the sounds of his father dirty talking her mother came through the wall. Unlike Dean, Amara didn't mind the sounds of them having sex. If we're being honest, hearing the moaning and such kind of turned her on. Since Amara didn't have a guy to screw and because of her morbid curiosity, she had an extensive knowledge of porn. Her train of thought was interrupted by him speaking, then his father being dirty, followed by Dean yelling again. Amara giggled at the combination sentence. Dean came and laid on the bed, his leg was touching her lower back, and she was close to hyperventilating. See, Amara may stalk people, but she had no experience when it came to physically touching the person. Sure, she had grabbed Dean in passing a few times but never had he touched her. Her touching him was completely different from him touching her. She suddenly snapped out of it and scrambled off the bed. Amara opened their door, which only allowed in more annoying sex noises from their respective parents, and headed downstairs. She came back a few minutes later with two sodas and some snacks for the both of them."Oh, god Jonathan! Your cock is so-""Mom! I don't want to know how big his cock is! Thank you!" Amara yelled out. It seemed Dean was rubbing off on her a bit. That was another thing Amara did. She would take on aspects of other people and start acting like them. As long as she didn't start writing in a journal like a crazy person, she figured acting a little like Dean wouldn't be so bad. "Here. I got these for you." She handed him the drink and a plate of snacks. Amara sat on the floor by his bed and wiggled a bit before getting comfortable. Amara took a drink of her soda and sipped it slowly. She looked up at Dean and grinned. She was trying to prove to him that she wasn't all that bad. The sex noises from next door seemed to die down not long after Amara's return. Amara was nibbling on a cookie when she hears her mother calling for them both to come down to the living room. She pouted her lips before getting up and heading down, looking back to see if Dean was following after her. Once at the bottom of the steps, she sat down on the couch and waited patiently for them to make whatever announcement they needed to make. She noticed her mothers' hair was still a mess so she got up to fix it for her."Thank you, Amara." Once Dean was downstairs and sitting as well, Sarah began to speak. "As you two know, we have been dating for almost a year now. After talking it over and a few other things," She giggled before continuing. "So... We're getting married!" Amara let out a squeal, and she hugged both her mother and Jonathan. "I'M SO HAPPY FOR YOU GUYS!" She screamed out as she danced around with her mother. Sarah almost made another announcement. "That means you'll be sharing a room with Dean until we can find a bigger place." Amara was more than pleased with this, but she was expecting her own bed to be moved into the room. "Aren't you excited about this Dean?" Amara asked him as she grinned like a psycho killer at him. Amara opening the door let a volley of noise into Dean's room. She had the privilege of escaping most of them in the kitchen. Dean, however, crushed his face by a pillow in a desperate attempt to either filter Jonathan and Sarah, or alternatively kill himself. Personally the latter seemed the most attractive, but, of course, he didn't go through with it. That'd be the worst story ever, if one of the protagonists died on the fifth post! Well, we know he obviously gave up on choking himself and instead, just shut his eyes, face turning red as a volcano ready to erupt. His dad was noisy, but so was her mom? This would be a very long night. Gritting and grinding his teeth, eyes literally fireballs, he overheard Sarah's lusty moan and was going to erupt on both of them, but Amara beat him to the punch. Given, she did manage to do it calmer, but she was copying him now? 'Burgh...why me?!?' Dean thought as he took the snack'n'drink from Amara, refusing to thank her out of sheer rage so much he could breathe fire. Thing was, Dean was absolutely insane, fueled with paranoia and, well, loathing his dad so much. Quick to anger and easy to erupt, he was just like his mother. Dad, on the other hand, was a bona fide player! This, as you could imagine, would embarks Dean so damn much, especially when he realized it worked...how? Burgh, never mind. Anyway. Dean's paranoia was dying down a little. 5 years of stalking really did take off the pressure, but Dean despite flipping out on Amara whenever he had the chance...well, he couldn't say he didn't like her. She was nice, he guessed, and she did try an awful lot for his approval. I mean, come on, she's the only stalker who lasted this long and got this close to him, both physically and psychologically. An example of him actually genuinely caring for the girl was him lifting her up, he didn't want her to hurt herself. Despite his looks and his hyper-rage, Dean was quite a nice person, and it was this sensitive side that got all those stalkers following him in the first place. Anyways, after Sarah called the two downstairs, Dean let Amara go ahead first, cracking his fingers as he sat up in his bed, before making his way downstairs to catch a sigh of Amara's mother's hair...which essentially made him want to vomit really, but now wasn't the time. Walking downstairs, Jonathan said"Sonny boy! Sarah and I have great news!"with a huge grin. And then she said it, Sarah said they'd be getting married. O. O = Dean's face at this current time in place, they were getting married. And, of course, Amara would be sharing a room with Dean. How ideal! I suppose because they assumed that with them being brother and sister-in-law they'd keep away from each other. Well, Sarah and Jonathan knew the sweet little Amara whose smile brought puppies back from the dead. They didn't know the Amara who wanted Dean all to herself. That grin scared the shit out of Dean, especially when he realized they'd probably start by putting this into practice immediately. Dean rolled his eyes and hung his head low as he said in a monotonic voice "Congratulations, you two are perfect for each other." Jonathan spotted his son's awkwardness and tried to reason with him...“Look, kids, there’s nothing weird about this. We are both mature adults, and we have both decided our relationship has reached a point where marriage is, really, the best thing for us. Both of us are partner less, and both of you two were lonely children, but now we’re married, you’ll have each other!”“But Dad!”“But nothing, she’s your younger sister, and you’ll treat her like on, and likewise on your behalf little Missy. We’re going to be a big happy family, alright! Come on, group hug!”“DAD! LISTEN TO ME!”“But…what about the group hug?”“Fine…” And after a brief group hug, Dean's butt cheeks squeezed a little too much by a familiar hand causing him to growl at it “There, now can I just get a word out? Please?”" Alright son, what's up"Dean then cleared his throat and cracked his fingers as he decided to confess the Amara he knew. "Look, Amara has been stalking me all the time you two were together! She's been doing it retouch!" His dad had driven an oversized fist into his son's head as he said "Don't be disgusting! This is not like Kinky Family 3!" obviously being fully aware of a huge variety of pornographic films, etc. And, well, Dean simply said "Burgh...fine, whatever, you guys do whatever, I suppose." before taking Amara by the hand and whispering "Shut up and come on!" dragging her upstairs to his bedroom, before realizing this was probably a fantasy of hers and blushed redder than a tomato, but regardless he stormed her up an into his bedroom, slamming the door behind them. Jonathan, however, said "Now, I should explain why I punch my son. We both fight each other regularly, from punches to pile drivers, etc. That's why the roof's busted!" to which he expected nothing more than a look of confusion. But enough about the horny parents, we're here for the horny kids! After closing the door, Dean pointed a finger right at Amara's nose, barely inches away, before roaring "YOU SEE WHAT'S HAPPENED!?! ARGH! I CAN'T BELIEVE I'M GOING TO HAVE A SISTER WHO FREAKING STALKS ME!!!" following collapsing into his bed, rubbing his forehead with his hands as he gazed over at the desk, the TV at first, but then his other utilities like the duct tape...'Oh, man!' and out the window that went too. Pretty soon Dean would have to throw away anything he owned that Amara could use to restrain him...including 2 meters of rope, handcuffs from a Halloween Party, another set for being busted at said Halloween party, and to his surprise, his father's gag. Dean threw up a little as he saw the thing, before noting his father darted in, swiped it, and darted out again, causing him to throw up a little more in his mouth at the thought. But anyway, Dean decided he'd set some ground rules...later. Dean had grabbed her hand and dragged her back up to what was now their room. She could already tell he wasn't happy, but it was him screaming in her face that made her sniffle a little. Sure she did stalk him, but that didn't mean he had to scream all the time. Amara was just about to stand up for herself (a very rare occurrence) when Jonathan came in to swipe a gag from his son. She gave them both a confused look before shaking her head. From downstairs, she could hear her mother and soon to be stepfather talking about how they were going to fit another bed into Dean's room. It was then she got an idea. "Now look here Dean." Amara said as she turned to look at him. She placed a hand on her hip and stared him down hard. "I can make your life a living hell and we both know it." This was a totally new side of the female he had never seen before. Amara moved over to his bed and in a blur of movement, she was on top of Dean and had his wrists pinned to the bed. A rather psychotic grin was on her face, but it faded rather quickly. "You tell our parents about my stalking again, and I'll go get that superglue you threw outside and glue you to the bed." She glared him down before getting off of him and heading back downstairs. Sarah looked confused to see her daughter and she asked her what was wrong." Well Mom, Dean's room isn't big enough for another bed, so I figured I could just sleep on the floor on a little mattress. No need to pull in my big bed from the other house." Amara said with a soft smile. Sarah smiled at her sweet daughter. "See Jonathan. I told you she wasn't stalking Dean. She is just nice to him, and he is wigging out. You did say a lot of females bothered him, and maybe he just thinks all girls are like that." Sarah hugged her daughter tight. "Actually Mom," Amara started, "We could just get rid of all my bedroom furniture for some extra cash to go towards a new house." Amara looked down at her feet and rocked on her heels as her mother gushed about how sweet her daughter was. Even Jonathan had clapped his hand on her shoulder and told her how amazing she was. Once the two went on talking about moving Sarah's things to the house, Amara made her way back upstairs. She sat on the floor and stared up at the ceiling. "Mom says we should be moved in by the end of the week." Amara got up and moved to their closet. She immediately began to move all of Dean's things to one side of the closet so she could have the other side. Unlike most girls, her wardrobe wasn't extensive. Amara always wore v-neck, long sleeved shirts, jeans and tennis shoes. She did own some hoodies and a few skirts, but she didn't wear them often. Though she did plan to torture Dean with what she slept in. Amara hated being hot at night so she normally slept nude but with her brother, she had bought a few pairs of think tank top and boy shorts to wear to bed. Amara stretched from where she stood in the doorway of the closet and her shirt came up to show a pierced belly button and a small birthmark just to the right of her navel." Did you know that everyone has a unique tongue print?" Amara spouted off another fact before she sat in the chair that was tucked under his desk. She took her hair out of its pigtails and let it fall freely for once. She hardly left her hair down, but it felt nice to every now and again. "Oh, I forgot to mention that my dresser won't fit in here so we'll have to share an underwear drawer." She smiled at him like it was an innocent gesture but part of her wanted to see him freak out. Amara found it ridiculously cute when he freaked out. 'G-g-g-g-g-g-gaaaahhh!' Dean freaked out mentally as Amara had him pinned to the bed, a position which would essentially be what he never wanted. What she said, that grin, it only made it worse as a drop of sweat fell from his head. She threatened to glue him to the bed?!? Dean must've been dreaming...no, her hands pinning him to the bed felt all too real. Dean merely sighed and rolled his eyes as Amara got off of him, thinking a little as she walked downstairs. 'I need to think this calmly. If I think this calmly, I can get over this...yeah, that's it. Just play it calmly! Now, think about it Dean...so, let me see...ah-ha! We're going to be brother and sister-in-law, so would incest apply? No...no, we're not biologically related...then, maybe our parents will keep the wedge between us? No...those two are at it like rabbits when my Dad can get involved. So, what's the way? Just live with it? Just...just live with it...yeah, yeah! That's what I'll do! I'll just live with it! I'll do my best to live my life as much as I can!' Dean then sat up from his bed and clenched a fist, pumping it into the air saying "All I need to do is live!" And then Amara came back in, revealing they'd be moving in by the end of the week, before she went over to his closet rearranging it so she could fit her stuff in there. Dean took a deep breath and said "Sounds great, here, let me help you out with my stuff!" 'Okay, remember, if I live the life as a brother, maybe Amara's crush will just roll over, and we can be proper brother and sister. Just keep your cool Dean, keep your cool.' He had too, he knew eventually his eruptions would be overheard by his dad, who would have a comical fight with him, the result being unknown but still quite painful on both parts. Amara seemed to have divided things in half, seemed fair, but Dean assumed she'd have so much more clothes. But then came the question about her delicate. Dean blushed at the thought, and even more so when she revealed they'd share an underwear drawer. His face was red, steaming, eyes dots as he pictured the daily routine: Dean waking up and opening his drawer, reaching for his boxers and getting a handful of Amara's underwear, which to him seemed very weird, but even more so when in his head he extracted a thong!?!"WHA-!?!?!?" Dean bolted, frozen solid in shock as he freaked out, as Amara only expected of course. "ARE YOU TELLING ME EVERYDAY I'M GOING TO HAVE TO GO THROUGH YOUR PANTIES TO GET DRESSED!?!" In a flash he was in the corner of the room bashing his head against the wall, before ultimately saying, after a deep breath. "Alright, look, you can have my drawer, I'll use a paper bag or something. Also, you're the guest at the moment, so its only right that you get my bed. I'll use my sleeping bag, just don't crawl in it like last time, alright? I need my privacy...and speaking of which do not go underneath the mattress, that's my...ERM, private stuff. And after last time I had to make a huge collection making myself look like a pervert when I bought all my old stuff again; don't burn them, alright?" Dean then chuckled afterward, shaking his head as he looked at Amara. "You are a really annoying pest Amara. Look, I'm tired, I've got an exam. I'm going to bed soon, so I'll get out the sleeping bag. As for you, don't make too much sound, alright?" Amara rolled her eyes. "Oh it won't be so bad Dean. I'll keep my undies to one side of the drawer, and you keep yours to the other. Quit freaking out." She smiled at him like a Cheshire Cat. She watched him bang his head against the wall and she pouted a bit. Amara tilted her head to the side when he mentioned the sleeping bag. "You can share the bed you know. I won't cuddle you if you don't want." That didn't mean she wouldn't curl up near him in order to sniff his hair though. God his hair smelled goooooood. She went and sat on his bed, wiggling a bit to get comfortable. "I'll sleep against the wall okay? So any way we end up in the morning is your fault. Sounds okay to you?" She honestly didn't think that sleeping on the floor would be good for his back or his brain if he had an exam the next day." I'm going to shower." She grabbed her overnight bag from in the corner and made her way down the hall to the bathroom. Amara made sure to pack some of her new sleeping attire to screw with her new brother. She left the door unlocked as she closed it behind her and started the shower. Once the room was nice and steamy, she stepped into the shower and washed up. It always took forever to wash her hair due to its length and thickness. As soon a that was done, she got out of the shower and wrapped her hair up in a thick towel. Amara slipped on a pair of hot pink boy shorts and a matching tank top. She dried off the rest of her body and made her way back into the shared bedroom. She pulled a few hair things out of her bed and she began to braid her hair as she sat on his bed. "So what exam do you have tomorrow?" Amara continued to braid her hair as Dean did whatever he was doing. Once she was done, the small teen crawled over to her side of the bed and snuggled up under the covers. She closed her eyes and took in a deep breath as she calmed herself down to sleep. Of course, she was really waiting on Dean to decide whether or not he would crawl into bed with her or if he would sleep on the hard floor. Either way, she planned on sneaking out of the bed in order to snatch a pair of his undies to hide in her overnight bag. After all, she needed them to complete the outfit she had already collected. The undies were all she was missing. That posed another problem for Amara. She had to figure out where she was going to hide her Shrine to Dean in this new place. That meant she would need to do some exploring over the next few days. For now though, she stayed curled up under the blankets, feigning sleep, so Dean would be lulled into a false sense of security. After all, there was nothing more cute than your new step-sister laying in your bed in sexy underwear just waiting on you to crawl in with her. Dean looked back at Amara when she told him she'd sleep to one side so he'd have nothing to worry about, a nice gesture from the girl to his surprise. 'Hmph, looks like she'll be a decent little sister after all.' he thought to himself as he let out a sigh, he needed the rest for his test. Dean was pretty smart when it came down to it, but no-one preforms well on a sleepy head, right? That'd even include little Amara too, Dean would imagine she'd not be able to do her crazy stalking if she didn't get much sleep. Well, Dean was A-OK with sleeping with Amara...HEY! It's not how it sounds! They'll be in the same bed together and that's it, nothing more. Dean knew he'd keep his distance as she said she'd keep hers. Aww, wasn't that sweet, the pair were actually getting along. Turns out behind Dean's craziness was the guy the girls drooled over, a really nice handsome guy. So he took his soon-to-be sister's word and decided to change into his PCs, a white tank top and some black boxers, before letting out a yawn, hearing the shower turn on. As Amara came out the shower and started with her hair, she asked about his exam. "Well, I've got Mathematics, supposed to be quite difficult at college. I can't really expect anything less, can I?" Then he saw something that made him smile: Amara climbing over the bed and snuggling into the covers. It is as adorable, she looked quite cute doing that, like a little kitty cat. Dean chuckled and shook his head. "Well, you win. I'll hop in with you." he said lightly as he threw over a cover and switched off the light, turning away from the girl and curling into a ball as he let out a yawn. And what was left for Dean now to do? Sleep. 'Okay, count sheep Dean, count sheep...alright. One, two, three, four, five'"Oh Sarah, yes, you know what I like!"' They're at it again?!? What the hell! Alright, where was I? Oh yeah, five, six, seven, eight...nine...ten......eleven...' And like that, Dean was gently breathing sleeping away, completely away from the sound of his father's antics. Little did Dean know about Amara's plans, little did he know about whatever she was going to do. Fact is, Dean didn't care, he was asleep and, to be honest, he trusted Amara a little bit to have the faith in her that she'd let him sleep away with the fairies. Dean didn't realize how foolish he had been. Amara's skills had deceived him, and unfortunately for him, he was defenseless... She listened carefully to his breathing, blocking out the sounds of Jonathan going down on her mother in the next room, and she soon recognized the even breathing of deep sleep. Amara cautiously slipped out of the bed and made her way to his underwear drawer. Slipping a pair out, she moved it to her overnight bag and then made her way back to the bed. By now, Dean had rolled over to face where she had been laying. The slender female crawled back into bed and watched him as he slept. He seemed a lot more peaceful as he slept, and she figured that was because his dreams were of him being free from all the female attention he received. At least he wouldn't have to worry about that for long. While Amara came off as creepy, she was also highly protective of Dean. Those other girls at school won't know what hit them. Amara scooted closer to Dean. Her nose was touching his as she looked over his features from this close. She swallowed hard as she angled her face a little closer to his. Her lips touched his in a very innocent kiss. When he didn't respond, Amara kissed him a little harder and licked his lower lip with her tongue. It took all she had to keep from molesting Dean as he slept. After all, that wasn't part of the plan just yet. Instead, she slipped under the covers and rolled over to get some sleep of her own. She may not have had a test or anything in the morning, but she did have to help her mother move things from the old house to over here. It didn't take long for her to fall into a deep slumber..... The next morning Amara was awakened by the sound of her mother moaning and the headboard hitting the wall next to her. She tried to reach up to rub the sleep from her eyes but found herself trapped by Dean's arms. He had wrapped himself around her at some point during the night. Amara felt her entire body blush bright red, but she didn't wake him up. Instead, she was fangirling in her mind and trying so hard not to giggle like a crazy person. Their parents must have been close to finishing because there was soon a knock on the door to wake them up, so Dean wouldn't be late for school. Too bad her new brother didn't even move." Hey Dean. Did you know a human thigh-bone is stronger than concrete?" She placed her face next to his and poked his cheek a few times to get him to wake up. "Come on. Wake up silly head. You're going to be late for your test. Or you could stay home and let me molest you." Amara was only partially teasing, but she figured it would be enough to wake Dean up from his coma like sleep. She wondered how he would react to seeing himself wrapped around her. Amara figured there would be lots of screaming, and he might even accuse her of doing something, but she had warned him after all. The next moving, Dean was in that brief moment of copious-unconscious sleep, unsure what was going on, but completely aware he wanted to sleep more, and that's exactly what he intended to do. See, Dean was so determined to sleep he didn't even care he had a test, he didn't even care he had school, he didn't even care about breakfast! He just wanted a few more hours of sleep, of freedom essentially, and is that so much to ask for? Oh well, fact was Amara's cheek poking was breaking the determination, as well as that loud knocking on the door. Though Dean had the privilege o not having to listen to their parents going at it unlike Amara, he didn't have the pleasure of evading what Amara said to him. First two sentences were essentially meaningless, mere banter in his ears. Third one? Meh, so what, right now Dean didn't care even if he flunked the test, he wanted to snooze so badly... Last one, well..." Or you could stay home and let me molest you." Well, that was bound to wake him from his sleep, and letting out a yawn and wiping his eyes, Dean opened them up and saw Amara up close to his face, feeling her breath on his chest. "Oh, morning Amara..." Dean said as he looked at the girl...before ultimately realizing who it was. His eyes twitched a little accompanied by a very frightened grin, unsure exactly what had happened. And, of course, the breakout. "...WHAT THE HECK ARE YOU DOING!?!?" And he tried to jerk her off him, but ten he realized that it was his arms wrapped around her, causing him to blush quite badly as a result. "You tricked me! I knew something like this would happen! I can't keep my eyes off you, can I?" He barked at the girl who was still in his bed at the time, before sweeping his hands away and leaping out of the bed, his leg getting caught on a loose blanket causing him to plant his face into the ground.Afterward, he sighed and said "Look, if I have to get up, so do you." before walking over to his underwear drawer and taking the first pair he could find, as well as a white t-shirt and gray jeans number, accompanied by a leather jacket, all resting on his bedside table as he said "I'm off to get a shower." before closing, and locking, the ensuite's door. Letting out a sigh of relief, grateful with the piece of privacy he had, Dean made his way into the shower to discover the horrific phenomena everyone encountered if they went into a shower so early. And Amara would be able to hear, even from the bed "ARGH! FIRE SHOWER...AHHH!!! ICE SHOWER!!!" It was a ritual, but eventually he could wash up, leaving his hair in a subtle mess that it always was, before getting out the shower and wrapping a towel around his waist. As he opened the door, a large level of steam coming out, Dean took his clothes from the bedside table." Look away." Dean said firmly before turning his back to Amara, allowing the towel to drop and in the instance he quickly swiped on the boxers. And it generally followed on suit until Dean was fully clothed. So he said to Amara "Get dressed, my dad's probably cooked a disaster of a breakfast, and he'll have us eat it." before chuckling a little saying "In fact, stay up here as long as you can." Ultimately Dean made his way downstairs to see his dad and Sarah, his future mother-in-law. And his nose picked up on it, yep, his father's cooking. Sitting down staring at the mush, poking it with a fork, Dean said "Dad, what the heck is this?" "Well it's my Squid Surprise! I got the ingredients cheap yesterday!" Dean then took a wife of the concoction...' Maybe they were so cheap because they'd expired years ago.' he thought, looking at his dad as he said "I'll skip breakfast. Wish me luck on my test." And with that Dean made his way to open the door, a crowd of girls waiting for him screaming. "Oh man!" Dean moaned, plowing his way through the crowd and ultimately onto the pavement, where he sprinted to college being chased by a crowd of high school girls. Amara had simply been silent as Dean scrambled out of bed and taken a shower. She had even turned around when he asked her to, though she did sneak a peek for half a second. Now that Dean was out of the house, Amara could set her plan into action. She quickly logged onto the laptop that she had brought in her overnight bag and emails were sent out. Her fingers flew over the keys as she informed everyone that Dean was off the market and any attempts at flirting or stalking would be met with dire consequences. While in most situations these emails would be ignored, the fact that Amara had sent them meant that they would be taken seriously. Care to know why? As Amara showed earlier, she can be very serious when she wants to be. In tenth grade, a girl had started spreading vicious rumors about her. Amara being how she was, she decided to find out everything she could about the girl. With that information, Amara tore the girl down and ripped her life apart without ever having to lay a hand on her. The girl was forced to move to another state to avoid the humiliation that Amara had caused her. Ever since then, people had been careful about what they said about or to Amara. So this email they were currently receiving was taken in all seriousness. Every single female in the nearby school districts had gotten the email whether they had a thing for Dean. His new sister was taking no chances when it came to this. Once her emails were sent, she left with Sarah to go and get some things from their old house. "So Amara, how are things going with Dean?"" Okay I guess. He freaks out on me a lot, but I'm sure he'll get used to me being there soon enough." Amara said with a shrug. "I did take care of his girl problem though." Sarah looked at her daughter with an eyebrow raised but said nothing to her. Sarah knew her daughter was an odd one, but she loved her no matter what. The pair arrived at their other house, the one that was close to the college, and went inside to start collecting things. Over the next few hours, they brought out box after box until their car was stacked full of them. Sarah sighed. "We may not have room for you in there Amara."" That's okay Mom. I was wanting to look at the college campus anyway." Amara smiled at her mother who simply nodded and got into her car. As the car drove off, Amara walked onto campus and turned more than a few heads. Her teal hair was in a single braid today that hung over her right shoulder. She wore a tight blue v-neck long-sleeved shirt and black jeans that hugged every curve. She knew she looked good in the outfit. That had been the reason she wore it. Amara began to ask around about Dean and soon found him sitting on the quad looking at a book. Amara walked over to him and squatted down in front of him. "Hiya big brother." Dean did notice something from today. Though he was parade by girls all the way to his college, the numbers dwindled greatly, oddly if anything. It caught him by surprise really, how fast they all vanished. Well, how could he care? He was free from all those ridiculous stalking sessions and all those horrible and overwhelming days of sprinting miles to eat a sandwich before getting torn apart by a group of hyperactive girls. Over the day he had noticed it a lot. His friends, as in his female friends who were merely friends, we fine of course, but the others had decided to merely look from afar, as if there was a barrier around him or something. 'Whatever', he thought, 'A break, I suppose. Now I can actually hang out with my friends for once.' It was certainly a relief after all, so much time he had put into doing whatever he could to escape the sheer mass of girls, and all of a sudden they had disappeared! Anyways, afterward he decided to sit out and read a book, until all of a sudden..." Hiya big brother.""HAVANA!!!" He screamed, before gazing into Amara's eyes as he said "Oh, it's you Amara...hey, wait a minute, we're not brother and sister yet anyway! What are you even getting at coming here in the first place?"

Stalker Sister_!_ (Crazy Jay & SammyWa)|rating:2.0

Dark Indemnity [Lithos and Haibane]

The year is 2030. The credit crunch in the capitalist west of the late first decade of the 21st century led to a severe economic downturn, crime rates rose, prisons became filled to bursting, debtors stifled societies and caused extreme strain on financial institutions such as banks, credit houses and mortgage lenders... the problem spiraled. Properties were repossessed at increasing rates and people displaced. In a society teetering on the brink of implosion stringent and far-reaching laws were passed in Britain in an attempt to at once recover part of the debts of those in financial ruin and take such unfortunate people off the state's hands and away from the unemployment lines... Her Majesty's Government passed the Social Indemnity Act in 2021, enabling Debtors to be indentured to Benefactors. Not their creditors, necessarily, but volunteer Benefactors. These Benefactors were among the richer more affluent members of society (the haves and have-nots gap had widened). People in debt literally offered themselves to be taken in by a Benefactor and by law became chattels. Servants if you will... or in the darker side of the system (there is always a dark side, isn't there?), slaves. At first the law worked well; almost all such indentured 'owned' people worked unpaid for their owners and in return were given board and lodging. The new owner took on an agreed part of the servants' debt from his or her creditors. This could range from a small percentage to something like two thirds of the owed sum and this determined the length of indentured period. In almost all cases there was no abuse. Considering that salaried staff are one of the biggest overheads of any company, many corporations took on employees in this way, housing them in company dormitories or even well appointed apartment complexes, feeding them in company restaurants and obtaining their sometimes very valuable services otherwise free. Most of the time this beneficial workable state of affairs was the situation... There was a small minority of cases however... There grew up and underground, seedier side of the new law, the darker underworld side. Here young people in debt - universally fit, healthy, attractive ones were offered conditions by their creditors and 'buyers' that amounted to all our slavery. In return for working as servants and being given food, clothing (sometimes) and a bed, the servant had all their debt cancelled, but the payment for this was complete enslavement and the giving up of all rights, permanently. The person trapped in impossible debt was freed from a prison sentence but became completely owned by another individual until their new owner chose to release them - or sell them on. As you can imagine trafficking and laundering of debts and creditors' funds and humans of the more sexually desirable sort led to unscrupulous deals and fraudulent activity. Some good-looking, fit young men and women genuinely in debt were enslaved. Others however were tricked into signing complicated contracts or simply abducted, subjected to identity theft and farmed out by organized crime syndicates who in return for paying off debts to high street banks would take anyone who they could sell on for profit. A young minister in charge of a department within the Home Office, Albert Martin had taken on the debt of a young woman a year previously. Now that this girl was fully trained to his preferences, he decided to purchase the debt of a second woman. Initially unwilling to suffer such an indignity, Amelia Walker had grown up knowing of the risks and the fact of life of those who served to annul their debts. She wasn't unintelligent and knew of the black market deals and while she was angry to find herself in such a situation, mostly at herself, the transfer of status from free to 'slave' was a fact of life and one she had dwelt on at length. She was however deeply angry at her bank foreclosing on a business loan that wrecked her company and forced her into debt. Furthermore, she was not prepared to accept that the bank behaved fairly. Amelia was suspicious, and bitter... Despite the Social Indemnity Law, society was still mostly unchanged from twenty years ago; social unrest and crime rates were higher as was unemployment and poverty but in the social circles where Albert moved the chaos had not infringed upon his world to any great degree and his lifestyle was not that much changed to what a wealthy person's was two decades earlier at the time of the start of the economic downturn. Outwardly Albert did all the right and proper things, driving an electric car and travelling business class while making carbon-neutral payments. The Law hadn't changed society outwardly that much, most indentured servants being merely that, servants who worked without pay and had fewer rights. Social Services operated the Indemnity process through a website and purchasing system so that prospective Owners could look at the Wards on 'offer' and make payments direct to Local Government and arrange the new servant to arrive at the address specified by public transport. The actual underground slaving industry was unknown to many, however Benefactors and Owners have in the last three years or so been pushing to have the laws modified so that their servants could be taken out in public in physical restraints, have corporal punishment inflicted on them in public and have them in a state of undress. All of these additions to the Social Indemnity Law were enacted about two months ago but even so the display of servants (aka slaves) in public naked and bound is very rare and when it does happen it draws a crowd, especially foreign visitors who flock round with their camera phones and camcorders to film what they see as free public pornography that is not permitted in their own countries. There was still a rarity value in public slave nudity and hundreds of free websites had grown up around still and movie footage of slaves being bound, whipped, displayed and tortured in public. Advances in medicine have now reached the stage of safely dabbling in the 'sexual entertainment' field and whereas twenty years previously drugs such as Viagra and Calls were intended to treat genuine cases of impotence drugs have now been developed that are aimed purely at a market that buys for fun, much like the internet sex toy stores of two decades ago.' Pro-Peak' permits the male to experience orgasms in quick succession, every ten or fifteen minutes or so, perhaps six times in an hour before he must rest.' Viafem' is a Viagra for women, greatly enhancing their libido and producing, in females with an already high sexual appetite, a state of body and mind something akin to being in heat, an incessant and tormenting appetite for sexual stimulation and release.' Mirilis' directly affects the semen-producing glands within the male testes enabling the male orgasm to be of a much higher volume of fluid. Character Name:Amelia Walker Gender:Female Age:24Nationality:English Height:5' 4"Weight:122lbsStats:34C-24-35Hair Color:Blonde, long Eye Color:Hazel Appearance:(Born in 2006 in London, Amelia grew up in a family that never wanted for anything. Extremely intelligent, she attended university a year ahead of her class and earned degrees in ecological sciences and design at Brunei University, her planned career was to be an architect of green homes and work spaces. She ran up huge debts in university and when she got out at age 21 found that the career opportunities in her field were very limited. She survived for a while on piece-work but the renewable energy dwelling space design business she started up collapsed and the bank called in its loan. Her parents are both dead - father of a heart attack when she was eight and mother of breast cancer when she was sixteen. Her gran lasted into old age but died two years ago just as all the money from the sale of her parents house had run out - all spent by a greedy avaricious care home. So cashless and unable to pay her rent (getting on the property ladder in the year 2027 was impossible unless you have financial assistance to begin with) Amelia was evicted and made the ward of the Social Services and a subject of the Social Indemnity Law. Basically she could do community work to pay off that part of her debt not paid by an Owner, or, if an Owner chose to take Full Ownership by paying her debt off completely she would become a chattel. Amelia is petite and generally a happy person. She often smiles, moves quickly and decisively in a bird-like manner. She is mainly silent and attentive but when she is not, she is often smiling or giggling, she is full of a happy spirit and always eager to please. As to her sexual background, Amelia is still very inexperienced. She has had a few boyfriends and is not a virgin. She has done some oral sex but didn't enjoy it very much and refused one boyfriend's request for sex in her behind. When she fell into debt, Amelia was at the Ulrich Wards Hostel for only a week before a client became interested in her case. Rather unusually the client requested that Amelia remain at the hostel for three months while she 'healed'. The shocked girl found out later that the healing was for her body piercings. Her unknown new owner paid for her to attend a piercing parlor on four separate occasions to have rings put through both nipples, two rings put through her clitoris - one through the hood above the core and a triangle piercing below, and no less than four rings through each outer labia and two through each inner. Amelia was horrified and shocked that such things could be done to a person. Had she no rights? No, she was told, none. In addition to the lengthy and painful and hugely embarrassing course of piercings, Amelia attended two Intense Pulsed Light depilatory treatments that removed all the hair from her body below the chin. Not one hair follicle would regrow for two to three years. It seemed that the client who had paid her entire debt in advance also paid for the treatments and for the services of a DHSS official to take her there and bring her back, as well as the several months hostel residence fees while her body healed. Amelia had never considered doing such awful things to her body, and it upset her greatly. Over time, however she discovered to her alarm that all the piercings made her body far more sensitive and receptive to sexual stimulation, her nipple and clit rings in particular, and she might find herself one day doing some chores around the hostel, quite innocently, only to have to stop and fight the burning achy tingling of her nipples which seemed to be perpetually stiff these days, or her sex which would weep from the intimate contact of her permanently engorged clitoris against the fabric of her underwear. Then finally came the day when the hostel supervisor called her into his office and presented her with an envelope. She was to travel the next morning to the address specified by her new owner. To her surprise it was the address of a Government office in Whitehall and instead of the basic travel by public transport, a taxi would be sent to collect her at 9:30 a.m.* * * * * * * * * * * *The next day found me, confused and unhappy, in the back of a dark car as it wended its silent electric way through sunny South London streets and over Westminster Bridge. (stared robotically out of the window, nothing registering as cars, buildings and trees slid by. I looked up at the Houses of Parliament without seeing them as the taxi turned right into Whitehall. I had not noticed it, but I did now; the driver was uniformed and there was no meter. He didn't say a single word either, another sign this was no ordinary taxi. A private car? Probably. (( (car turned right off Whitehall somewhere and stopped at a police security point. A man in dark uniform with a gun bent and looked in my window. I wanted to scream 'Help me!' but I remained silent. He checked my papers that the driver held out and waved us through. We negotiated two or three smaller quieter side streets with further armed police at different corners until the car stopped outside a large portico'd doorway of standard ministry limestone. A further armed guard stood outside here too. (( (driver remained silent and did not move. I heard a clunk as the door lock released and having no possessions whatever to my name except the gray one piece cotton hostel coverall, a plain white set of cotton underwear and a pair of low heeled canvas deck shoes, again of hostel issue, I slid out and stood in front of the archway. The policeman eyed me sternly. I looked back and though I wanted to run at him and beg him to save me, for some reason my legs carried me zombie-like up some steps and through a glazed revolving door. Inside the building I was surprised. It was like an old-fashioned gentleman's club with warm colors against cream paint, soft furnishings... there was a warmly carpeted area with a reception desk and several comfy seats and potted plants. The obligatory low tables sported newspapers and periodicals scattered artfully about. There was a large fish tank on a central pedestal. Even the ubiquitous armed policemen made an attempt to fade away into corners... I walked over to the desk and gave the lady behind it my papers. ("Hello. Amelia Walker. I'm here to see... for a meeting with... um... Albert Martin. Sorry, Mr. Martin." The lady looked at me coolly over the tops of her glasses and checked my papers. Her expression changed." Oh. You're another." Her gaze fell on the standard DHSS Ward collar at my throat, a half inch band of black leather with my Ward Number stamped into it with small punched-out steel digits and numerals: F/ILS-71744: 'Female. Inner London South District. Number Seventy One Thousand, Seven Hundred and Forty Four.'" Please take a seat. Someone will come and see you shortly,"the lady smiled kindly, as though I were the Pakistan Minister for Something Completely Normal. I sat down, perched on the edge of one of the big soft chairs and stared at the fish for ten minutes before a tall elegant Asian lady approached. She wore heels and dark hose and a smart dark suit over a crisp white blouse. She had a digital security badge pinned to her lapel. Furthermore, she was gorgeous, her dark thick hair piled up on her head in a neat bun. Furthermore, she wore bright red lipstick and had fingernails painted the same color. Her strong but fresh perfume wafted over me. I stood up and immediately noticed around her throat a collar exactly like my own though I did not catch the number." Amelia Walker? Pleased to meet you, do follow me, Mr. Martin is waiting to meet you." I couldn't help but sense a slightly robotic calm about the woman as though she were doing this because she had been highly trained to do it but didn't want to, or that if she didn't, she would be punished. I followed the smart woman and could have sworn I caught the tinkle of little bells as she walked...? It sounded as though it were coming from under her pleated skirt. I frowned and became conscious of my own heavily pierced ethers, the sensation of metal through sensitive flesh suddenly looming large in my mind. Right on cue my nipples, which these days have a mind of their own, began to swell and tingle. We rode up in an ancient lift with a sliding steel gate though I didn't see how many floors, then stepped out into a time warp - a tiled corridor with doors leading off and water coolers and staff in suits standing around talking earnestly. Everywhere smelled of polish and red tape. A few turned to look at me as the slave-woman led me past. (( she stopped at a dark polished wood door, knocked in two quick double taps and a single,'knock-knock ... knock-knock ... knock,'and entered. It was a large room, two doors led off. A dark haired man, also Indian looking, not much older than I sat behind a big wooden desk. Behind him was a filing cabinet, a window that gave a view of St James' Park and a portrait of the King. ("Miss Walker, Sir,"the tall pretty Asian lady said and moved to one side, sitting behind a smaller desk that was to the left of the door. Secretary, my mind pigeonholed her. Not a bad job at all. I'd even do it for real pay. She sat down slightly awkwardly though as though she were uncomfortable, and I wondered if I had imagined her lifting her skirt before she sat...? She rested her hands on the desk lightly clasped together in front of her, her face calm, attentive... I stood in the center of the room. This mightn't be so bad after all. I knew that most Indentured Slaves were treated very well; they were given a clothing allowance, slept in decent accommodation - it would possibly be a female dormitory and I might have to share a room, but that was no great hardship - and I might get to do secretarial work like the Asian woman." Good morning, sir. Pleased to meet you,"I said, as politely as I could. Character Name: Albert Martin Gender: Mileage: 32Height: 6'2”Weight: 190 lbs Hair Color: Black, short Eye Color: Hazel Appearance:(day had been going well so far I mused as I sat behind my desk, doing some final adjustments to speech on progress of the Social Indemnity program, and how it had benefited the society so far. Even though I was not going to keep it for a while, it was always good to be prepared. The day had been quiet so far and would remain so. Meek had moved any appointments I had today for later, so that I would have time to get properly acquainted with my new toy. Meeka had just left to pick up the girl, Amelia from the lobby downstairs. I could not help smiling a bit, Meek had taken her dose of Via fem earlier and the effects would kick in soon enough, and even before that her seat had done its work. The girl had developed respectable self-control over the months. She was more than bothered enough after sitting for a good while with the two dildos on her seat churning in her slowly, yet she had been able to stand up leave to get the girl looking calm enough. Within next half an hour things would be quite different. I had thought about accepting the girl in my home at first, but I had the office modified to be able to play with my toys even at work, and decided to not wait till evening. Besides, I could give my colleagues and the staff here a fine presentation later when heading home. I had wanted a new toy ever since I got things going with Meek. Even though she was more than eager enough, with how good the drugs were I had more than enough reserves for two fuckboys. Besides, that would give me chance to popularize the practical benefits of Indemnity laws much better. Material that I had shot about Meek had been very good PR already. I could hear her customary knocks, and turned to watch as she led the new girl to my office, smiling some as she announced her and went to mount herself neatly and elegantly back at her seat. I turned to look at the new girl as she stepped to the middle of the room, regarding her as closely as I could to read how she was reacting to all this. Compared to Meek when he got her, Amelia had no real experience at all. The girl made things up in looks at least, she looked just as good as she had in pictures. With proper training and clothes actually fitting her position she would provide pleasing plaything, yet I was sure. Quote from: Hainan on 05-01-2010, 22:32:17"Good morning, sir. Pleased to meet you,"” Good morning Amelia, and welcome to your new life.” I said with low, vibrant voice, letting my eyes rest on her form. I flicked the switches to get the dildos on Meek as seat moving slowly as I continued, eager to see if everything had been done to my specification.” You were arranged for some modifications before entering my service, be a good girl and show me how good job they did, do not be shy.” I nodded towards the cardboard box I had Meek set on one of the couches earlier.” You can put anything and everything on you there, you will not be needing it anymore.” I relaxed to the chair after giving the instructions, playing a bit more with controls of Meek as seat as I waited, setting the dildo in her pussy to vibrate slowly, and one in her ass to revolve slightly faster AMELIA WALKER Of course, he was the one had me pierced. It was his doing, my new owner. The thought jumped up as soon as he spoke. It was stupid of me to have thought otherwise or not to have thought it through at all. Now he was asking me to strip. Strip naked... right here in his office, with his secretary watching. I glanced at her quickly, a hand having already jumped to my throat defensively. The Asian woman was still sat impassively though I noted her elegant hands were clasping tighter on her desk top, her fingers wringing together as though the idea of me being exposed upset her. I looked at her eyes and she wore a strange glazed look and wouldn't meet my gaze. I looked back at Mr Martin, Minister of the Indemnity Department of the DHSS. Furthermore, I wondered if he selects me was somehow deliberate... my failed bank loan? All sorts of worries whirled through my head and I blurted out." I'm sorry. You want me to undress? Here? Right now? Can I...? Can I go somewhere private please? Even a screen or something?" My insides churned with worry. He had me pierced. The thought was going over and over in my head. I knew then this might not be as nice as I had hoped. No smart secretary job for me, he wanted a slave so he could play with my body... do things... I shuddered again, my face draining of all color. MEEK DHAWANCharacter Name:Meek DhawanGender:Female Age:26Nationality:Asian Indian-English Mixed Height:5' 6"Weight:145lbsStats:36D-25-37Hair Color:Brunette, long, thick and lustrous Eye Color:Black-brown Appearance:(not usually like this. I usually wear much more revealing things at work. In the past though I always had my suit on when I went about the offices taking files to liaise with other departments and of course just now when going to collect Miss Walker. However over the last three years there has been lobbying to have the Indemnity (Public Correction) Act passed into law. The Act allows for the owners of indentured workers to punish misdemeanors in public, and it relaxes the rules over the indentured workers being decently clothed and behaved. Reading between the lines it seems to me that the sole purpose of the Public Correction Act is to give owners the freedom to whip their slaves in public and display them unclothed, even to have them perform lewd acts. The slaves of course have no rights and I should consider myself both lucky and grateful for being in this... in this...oh... I... NNN... He switched the dildos on! I... oh It's so hard to think... He gave me drugs just before I went downstairs to collect Amelia too, so now... now I'm going to lose control... I... oh, God... Thing is... the thing is... I always dress decently outside this doorpost... CNNgo... I went down just now smartly dressed to make a good impression, oh fuck! It's happening! But now the Act has become Law-WWW... uhh...slaves can be naked in public...uh... whipped... and fucked, oh yes, fucked. I need to be fucked...! I sat there, my hands gripping each other restlessly, my eyes glazing with uncontrollable heat. When I sit in my chair I am understanding orders to lift my skirt and sink down, impaling myself on the two dildos Mr Martin fitted there. I'm never allowed panties at work of course...oh fuck yes! I need this! Need it... UP ME! GOD! I always put my hands under my bottom and pull the cheeks wide open so as I sit I go down the furthest and...uohhhnnggg... And... I'm not allowed to put my feet beside the chair to take some of my weight... they have to be out in front of melee! It means I'm always fully impaled...oh, yes, yeses... The two dildos are electrically powered from a motor under the seat. Mr Martin has the controls... they vibrate at varying speeds and... and...then, revolve too at varying speeds. He makes me take an anal lube enema every morning, so the one up my back passage has easy movement to turn round and round..." Uohh." I let out a small whimper as my body reacted to the Via-Fem and I became desperate to orgasm. I began to crave release, to crave sex. The two dildos were running on low power and the teasing was intense. I was never allowed to ask permission to come until he gave me permission to ask. And even then he might refuse... I remained in my seat, flicking my hips a little, grinding them as the twin fake penises, both molded from Mr Martin's own body, plundered me to the point where I'd soon lose control completely and cry out... I looked over at the new girl's confusion. Poor thing. Then I looked at my owner and made a gesture with my eyes, not asking, for that was not permitted but just letting him know his slave was enjoying his torture. ALBERT MARTINI glanced at Meek casually as I waited for Amelia to process what I had told her, the girl seemed to be surprised about what I told her as was to be expected. I could see Meek as little telltale signs; slight shift in her posture and the faint gloss in her eyes. My little whore seemed to be starting to really enjoy herself. Amelia on the other hand looked quite shaken about what she heard once she understood the request. I found the reaction quite pleasing. It was even more evident in her surprised voice as she started to talk, and I could not help smiling more widely as I heard her request. Quote from: Hainan on 06-01-2010, 15:05:52 "I'm sorry. You want me to undress? Here? Right now? Can I...? Can I go somewhere private please? Even a screen or something?"” I am afraid not my dear, you are mine, and you will find that doing what you are told is always best for you.” I glanced up and down her dress, shaking my head. Furthermore, I kept Meek in very expensive wardrobe, and it had been worth every pound. Furthermore, I would much rather have Amelia naked than in these rags.” These gray things do you no justice, you are much better off without. I will not have you in my presence wearing such things.” I looked straight at her and continued with somewhat amused voice, suspecting that her piercings might be sore subject for her” It cost me a great deal to have you pierced just like I wanted, I am not going to waste that to having you hide it. You will get wardrobe that allows you to display your assets better, before that you are far better off with nothing at all.” I shifted my look to check on Meek for a moment, noting her quick gesture. It was time to up the game a bit, it was always such food fun to push my girl and see how much she could handle – without hurry though - patience was much more satisfying in these things. I turned the vibration in her dildos slightly higher, and switched the dildo in her pussy rotate in different direction than the one in her ass, looking back at Amelia and continuing to talk to her at the same time.” Privacy is something that will never again be part of your life, the sooner you start getting used to it, the better. Now do as you were told, and strip. Do not worry about Meek there, I am sure she will be as excited to see you as I am - if not more.” I gave her serious look for a while, wanting to make sure that she understood that I was not kidding. I was sure that she knew her rights – or lack thereof – quite well already. Furthermore, I was not going to give her refresh course on her obligations. I turned my gaze back to Meek, and started to play with the rotation controls, making the rotation speeds of the dildos in her change constantly to keep her on her toes. She was an eager plaything even without the drugs, making sure that she had to be alert and reacting to new things constantly in her current state would make this far more fun. AMELIA WALKER listened with growing dismay to Mr. Martin's speech. He was absolutely right. The law was the law and I had no right to refuse... even despite the things already done to my body I still held out a tiny hope that I might have a nice employer - I mean owner, but from what he said he seemed to have plans to keep me nude all the time. I shuddered in fear. This was an office. He'd be going home tonight. Surely he'll clothe me for the journey? Did he use a limousine? I assumed he must so it wouldn't be all that bad." I... yes. Furthermore, I'm sorry. Furthermore, I just... please understand. It's hard to just do this." I didn't know what else to do or say. I had this funny feeling that he was the sort of person to get cross easily and when he did, he'd be very unpleasant. Furthermore, I hated scenes and raised voices and anger, they left me quivering and nervous and very upset. Not that I wasn't quivering and nervous and very upset right now. With my emotions overloading in fear and shame I slowly reached up to my collar and began to undo the pressure-studs on the hostel coverall. It was a horrible garment, too thin to keep you warm in the cold and too heavy to stop you feeling sweaty in the heat. It was made of coarse cotton weave with crude seams that scraped at your skin. Even so, right now I preferred anything to being naked. My whirling thoughts went on, and before I knew it the coverall was unbuttoned to my waist. Feeling sick with embarrassment I reached to push the shoulders of the garment off and wriggled them down my arms until the thing hung down from the waist and my bra was on show. Plain white hostel issue cotton once again and not a great fit either... I unzipped the fly of the one piece and pushed the trousers down off my legs, kicking off the cheap deck shoes and stepping out of it. I turned and threw it in the box behind me on the couch then squatted as demurely as I could, knees together to retrieve and dispose of the shoes in the same place. I stood up. Two sets of eyes bore into me and by now I was visibly shaking. It was bad enough being told to strip in front of a strange man, but somehow the woman present made it worse still and from his comments it sounded like she was a lesbian. Suppressing a moan of despair and not meeting their eyes I reached up behind me, unclasped the cheap bra and slumping forward let the straps down off my shoulders. I clutched the little scrap to my chest for a few seconds before I realized the delay was pointless, fruitless and might even be exciting him more, the damn pervert, so I turned and threw the bra in the box and slipping my fingers in the waistband of my panties, slid these down in one quick ungracious motion, stepping out of them daintily and disposing of them in the same container. I stood upright, back straight, hands (by superhuman effort) at my sides, knees together and faced the desk. Furthermore, I had seen old war movie footage where the Germans had made Jewish girl prisoners strip like this. Before they raped them. A small sound to my left made me glance that way. The secretary had a weird blush on her cheeks and her hands were gripping the desk tight. She looked like she was either ill or holding back an orgasm, it was hard to say. If both her hands were not in plain sight I'd have said she was masturbating... Confused by the odd sound she made I turned back to face Mr. Martin, my bare body horribly exposed.(MEEK DHAWANAlbert turned up the vibrator settings and I bit my lip and let out another small moan,"Johnny." I unclasped my hands and gripped the desk edge. Then the dildo in my belly began to turn in the reverse direction to the one raping my behind. I closed my eyes and tried to take steady deep breaths. The feelings of arousal just climbed and climbed, I wouldn't last long. It might not be long before Miss Walker smelled me, I could smell my own girl scent strongly now. I had always been a somewhat submissive partner in the bedroom, but I had always had difficulty achieving orgasm. No man had ever brought me to a peak though several had tried. I could only manage it with my fingers and not always then. I had never enjoyed anal sex either though I had let a couple of boyfriends finger me back there and one had buggered me which was a messy and not at all successful attempt. When I had by my own foolish circumstances fallen into the ownership of Albert Martin I was prepared to submit to another's whim, only because my own life was a complete ruin, an embarrassing bad story, badly written and badly acted out. In a way I was grateful and within a week or two I found out other reasons to be grateful. Albert Martin was very dominant and in a very warm firm way. I just wanted to be given orders by him, a missing part of me was completed when he would make me strip and bend and pose and display myself... then touch myself. I remember clearly the first time he made me masturbate in front of him. Furthermore, I didn't think I could but somehow having his stern dark eyes on me lit me up inside and like a cheap harlot I brought myself to a noisy peak, squealing like a little girl. I never looked back. He taught me the wonderful pleasures of anal sex, (all through rape) and even better, avoiding those disgusting accidents by making me have enemas morning and evening which he administers and which I have grown to almost crave. The pain of large objects being roughly driven through my sphincter was a pain I never knew could be so good, and I craved that abuse too. Eventually we settled into a routine, me servicing him under his desk, or dancing or masturbating myself for him while he worked, or sitting here in the office doing clerical work while his twin machines teased me mercilessly to near orgasm but not to final release. Or he would whip me or take me or simply mount me on one of his many machines with dildos attached which he left running while he left the room and no doubt watched as I was videoed being brought to one shattering orgasm after another, on and on until I was helplessly begging to the camera to have it stop, please make it stop... please I can't come anymore, make it stopped... Yes. A routine. Filthy, perverted, one in which I enjoyed so many orgasms and rode his cock so many times but still a routine. Which is why I think this new girl is here. Fresh meat. He is bored with me and wants another to break and train and beg. Right now though, the one closest to begging is me." Oh. Hnnmmnn-NNN..." ALBERT MARTIN Quote from: Hainan on 06-01-2010, 22:32:07"I... yes. I'm sorry. I just... please understand. It's hard to just do this." I could not help rolling my eyes as I heard the girl to state the obvious. If it was not hard for her to do this it would have spoiled most of my fun. Amelia's fear and uncertainty displayed in such an alluring way that the sight was mesmerizing. I relaxed further to my chair to be able to enjoy the sight better, still slowly playing with the controls of Meek as chair. For now my eyes were glued to Amelia though, the slight quiver in her lips, soft shake of her hands, occasional faint shudder in her body. Her fear and shame were beautiful. I could only imagine how good it would feel to start manipulating it and molding it to something different. It was too bad that the hostel clothing was so ugly or this show could have been even more enjoyable, but then again, no professional stripper could have given this display of barely suppressed terror and humiliation. My lips started to curl to smile as she did away with buttons of the cheap coverall and eventually unzipped and peeled it away. The skin looked soft and smooth, and there was just the right curve in cute little tummy. So far she did the pictures' justice. My eyes were fixed on her, roaming over her as if I was inspecting a prized piece of cattle, and in a way the analogy was true. Her motions themselves seemed quick and hasty, but seeing how scared and vulnerable she looked that was more than understandable. I would have ample time to train her how to do such things in more pleasing way, in some ways she still would not be quite as beautiful as she was now in her uncertainty. My lips curled to full smile as she did away her bra and panties and stood up to be regarded. The nipple piercings were beautiful, and seemed to have good effect on her nipples as well, as they were standing perky and erect. I could see the clit and labia piercings faintly, but the girl really needed help with positions. Might as well start tutoring her now I figured, and stood up, turning the vibration on Meek as dildos up as I stepped away from my desk. I started to circle Amelia slowly, regarding her skin and curves much more closely as I walked around her. What I saw was every bit as good as I had expected so far. The hips and bum were nicely shaped, and the breasts were just the right size. The girl had cute and petite build, even fully trained she would have good bit of allure about her. People would be amazed to find how much of an eager slut could be brought out from such a cute and petite frame with time. I stopped behind her and finally talked“You are such a good girl Amelia, you did that nice and fast after all. There are some basic positions for displaying yourself that you need to learn though, we can start from the first one right here.” My right hand landed her cute behind in a fond pat as I continued“Clasp your hands behind your neck, open your legs just a bit past shoulder width and thrust your chest out a bit, and you will look even better.” Meek was getting louder, she would not be able to hold back to the stimuli and the drugs much longer. I had made a point to move in such a way that she could see just how much attention I was giving to the new girl, and I had deliberately ignored her moans. Even thoroughly trained and broken, Meek was my project, and first real product of my own training and guiding. I had trained her to please me, and she had done so without a fail so far. I wanted a new toy to mold, but I had no intention to get rid of my previous work. She did not need to know that though, it would be interesting to see how she reacted to the possibility of getting less attention now. Would she try to please me even harder? Would she resent Amelia? Would she resent Me?. Which ever way things would go, life was going to get a lot more interesting. I smiled widely as I lift my hand off Amelia's ass and turned towards Meek as desk, and looked straight at her eyes. I talked to her with the soft, growl voice that I usually used with her when I was playing with her alone.“So tell me Meek dear, how do you think my new possession looks like? Magnificent is she not?.” I tilted my head to the side a bit, scrutinizing her face more as I continued“Also, Is there anything you would like to ask for? You seem like trying to hold something back.” I shifted my attention back to Amelia as I talked, circling to front of her to regard how well she did the position I told her, and to be able to see how she reacted to what Meek would tell me." Go ahead and tell us Meek, Amelia will be family, there is nothing to hide." AMELIA WALKER quaked in fear as he stood up and walked around his desk, then slowly around me, inspecting every inch of me carefully. My breathing was fast and uncertain, and I was distracted by a strange noise. I thought it might be the office air conditioning or even the buzzing of Mr. Martin's computer, but it seemed wrong for those sounds. I could definitely hear something, a sort of'buzz-zuzz-zuzz-zuzzzz'sound like a small electric motor. Furthermore, I glanced again at Meek and saw that she looked quite weird. Furthermore, I knew that look, it was the look of a woman excited, in heat, I mean really wanting it. Furthermore, I'd seen plenty of porn on the internet in my time to see the signs, the glazed eyes, the clutching hands and tensed muscles. Furthermore, I frowned in worry about her yet still couldn't rest or relax. Even so being stared at by a man was bad enough, but to be nude in front of a staring woman who was clearlyveryturned on - by seeing me unclothed? - was twice as bad. It was perverse! Quote“You are such a good girl Amelia, you did that nice and fast after all. There are some basic positions for displaying yourself that you need to learn though, we can start from the first one right here.” “Clasp your hands behind your neck, open your legs just a bit past shoulder width and thrust your chest out a bit, and you will look even better.” I shocked myself by doing as he asked almost at once. There was a small delay as I opened my mouth to protest but his warm hand cupping my rear made me squawk out a little"UHF!"of surprise. If I delayed, if I tried to fend off his requests... well I knew where that might lead. Owners did beat their possessions, it was on the news some nights; he had the right to beat me and besides, right now he was seeing almost all there was of me, opening my legs and lifting my chest didn't make it any worse. Still shuddering and letting out a small moan of fear I lifted my hands and laced the fingers together behind my neck, conscious of my breasts shifting and lifting. I pushed my chest forward. I did at least have a nice body... though that fact was of small comfort since it sounded like Mr. Martin had chosen me specifically because of that. Furthermore, I shifted my feet about two feet apart and felt air between my legs. By a great effort I kept my eyes open. I knew it was immature of me to shut them and pretend this would all go away. Then I heard Mr. Martin talking to Meek and as soon as she answered him, I knew what that buzzing noise was. I swallowed and blushed a little in awkward embarrassment. He was making her wear one of those things? Inside herself? In his office? The noises she made though touched something deep in my core... sexy sounds, the sounds of a woman close to pleasure. Bizarrely I felt something stirring inside me in sympathy. MEEK Havanas my Master rose from his desk to inspect the now naked girl the churning vibrators inside me rose in power another notch. Not quite full power but enough so that I knew it was hopeless to resist. With the drugs breaking down my body's resistance I knew it was a matter of mere minutes before I made a mess, a noisy mess. I always do. My Master likes me to be noisy and encourages it. Of course some other times he orders me to be silent when I orgasm, and I'm forced to come shuddering with my jaw clenched shut. If anything that is even harder. But now, with the dildo in my behind spinning ruthlessly one way and the one in my vagina churning the other way and both of them buzzing intently I had no chance to hold back. I enjoyed seeing Miss Walker strip, she had a very cute body, petite and sweet, slim and nicely tanned. I saw that Master had had her pierced in advance and her hair removed. Her little mound looked very succulent. I didn't doubt that pretty soon in our relationship I would be on my knees servicing her... Or her servicing me...? That thought nearly sent me over the edge but trying to obey I resisted the waves of pulsing pleasure and held back with a soft moan and a snort. Master played with the new girl for a few minutes, inspecting her, touching, then turned at the sound of my snort. His eyes met mine... those dark strong stern hot eyes I love, that take me to such amazing places... he spoke in that voice that I love too, the voice he uses when he's teasing and torturing me so badly until I beg for it, beg like anything. Quote“So tell me Meek dear, how do you think my new possession looks? Magnificent is she not?”" Yes... y-yes, Sir. She is." Quote“Also, Is there anything you would like to ask for? You seem like you are trying to hold something back.” I knew the rules perfectly well, and I knew he knew I knew. He hadn't given me permission to spend, nor even to ask to spend, he'd just given me permission to announce that I had a request." Yes, Sir. There... is something I wish to request. Sorry..." Quote"Go ahead and tell us Meek, Amelia will be family, there is nothing to hide." Thank God! At last! Even him letting me ask for it is a release in itself." Please, Sir. I would like to... shroom... hung... to orgasm. May your slave please have her M-Master's permission to orgasm?" I closed my eyes briefly then opened them again and bit my lip. He either would say yes, and I'd scream the room down Hightower he'd say no, and I'd be forced to endure several more minutes of this exquisite torture before I noisily and messily spent anyway. Then I would be punished. I wondered if Master was in a mood today to punish me as an example, or let me have pleasure, again as an example. ALBERT MARTIN Amelia seemed to know what was good for her after all, I noted with some satisfaction as she obeyed rather quickly. I could hear her slight moan, and sense her uncertainty and fright. It had been awhile since I had toyed with someone so inexperienced, and it did feel good. I started to circle around her slowly once more, enjoying how this new position made her curves even more alluring and visible. For such a petite girl she had amazingly nicely formed ass. I knew that I would enjoy teaching her about all the possible ways to violate it already. I could not help wondering how much experience she had anyway, I would need to remember to ask her details about that later. For now though, I decided to rather get hands-on experience about her body. I reached to cop better feel of it, enjoying the mix of soft and firm. Quote from: Hainan on 08-01-2010, 18:48:47 "Please, Sir. I would like to... shroom... hung... to orgasm. May your slave please have her M-Master's permission to orgasm?" I turned to look at Meek as I heard her request, chuckling as I shook my head. I had acquired and trained her for my entertainment, and she was very entertaining just as she was right now. Thinking of how much of a torment her current state was with her drugs made me enjoy her moans and difficulty to talk or think clearly even more.” No, not for a good while yet. I want some nice background noise for a long time, and you are providing nicely just as you are now. You will be good girl and hold your orgasm back, you can make nice noises to entertain me as I check Amelia here instead.” I took a quick step to my desk and lowered the vibration on the dildos churning in Meek to make her task a bit easier. Normally she would have been able to obey even as she was but with the drugs even current setting would give her one of the biggest challenges in her time so far. Then again she knew full well that the purpose of her life now was solely to please me and do as told, I knew that she would push her body as far as it would go to do that - and like always, it would be so very pleasing to hear and see. I returned to Amelia, smiling as I regarded her now nicely thrust up chest. The position brought her nipple rings to view beautifully, and I could not help thinking all the possible ways I could exploit them in the future.” Hmmm, they really did nice work with these” I told her as I took a firm grip of both of the rings, playing with them lightly with soft tugs and twists. I kept it up for a while, knowing how much more sensitive the piercings made the nipples. Often just moving around wearing them proved quite exciting. I had seen that effect on Meek clearly enough.” I wonder if it is as nice further down too” I purred to her quietly as I hunched down so that I could have a better look on her clit and labia piercings, now in good view due to her position. Furthermore, I took a gentle but firm grip of her hood ring with my right hand, left moving to toy with her labia rings. If she was smart girl she would not try to move as long as I was gripping the ring on her hood.” So tell me Amelia, how was it to get your piercings? They have healed very well it seems, they give parts of your body life of their own, don't they?” MEEK DHAWANQuote"No, not for a good while yet. I want some nice background noise for a long time, and you are providing nicely just as you are now. You will be good girl and hold your orgasm back, you can make nice noises to entertain me as I check Amelia here instead."" Yessir...thanyousir..." I mumble-gasped, only just being able to control my voice. Master did however give me some relief from the churning torment by reducing the vibe settings and for that I had to be grateful, even though, in the long term, it meant the torture would go on longer." Thanyousir,"I moaned again. It was always right to thank Master when he did things that showed he cared for me. I made a determined effort to keep my eyes open and watching the scene in front of me. My body was craving a release of pleasure but in my mind I knew Master had said he wanted me to watch and that was as good as a direct order, so I did so as best I could although once or twice I couldn't help but let my eyes glaze and close, and once for a few seconds they rolled back in my head until only the whites showed, I came so close to orgasm. What Master liked most was noise. He would tease me for hours just to hear my moans and cries, so I knew what was wanted of me - though truth be told I had no way to keep the moans in unless he specifically ordered that I be silent." Uhhh... NNN... NNN... uhhnnnm... ohhh... yeah-HHH... yeah... unhhyeah..." I gasped and moaned and groaned in sheer burning, wanting, need. I can't describe how good it feels to be pierced by two mechanical cocks, slowly turning in opposite directions, setting up so many amazing sensations, especially in the thin membrane between my rectum and vaginal canal. And the dildos were both taken from molds of Master's risen manhood which meant they were quite large... not so much long, though he's not a small man, but thick. Master has the most wonderfulgirthabout two inches and to have my sphincter stretched open by him and reamed out for minute after minute, steadily, remorselessly, painfully, is so good. I can come with Master's cock up my behind after a few minutes when he really pounds into me, but this slow torture was nearly as sweet." Oh, Sir... Sir, please. I mean than you... thank you... so good... your toys make me feel so... oh, fuckyesyesfuckyes...!" I let my head roll right back, arching my chest out and trying to keep the dildo in my belly from scouring away against my g-spot, seeking some small relief. God knows what Miss Walker thought of all this, though perhaps she had her mind elsewhere... AMELIA WALKER It was just the standing there in my birthday suit while he was fully dressed and anyone could come into the office at any time, that was the worst, being exposed to a woman as well... and if a stranger came in... I'd die of shame. He stalked around me, looking at my chest and the things he had had done to my nipples. At first, I had resented the piercings but in the weeks since they had healed I had to confess that while I wasn't sure I liked them, I had definitely noticed a big increase in sensitivity and if I went bra-less the sensations as my skin moved against my clothing was intense. But down below... those piercings were so rude. It made me look like a whore, or some slut in a meat market. I was so ashamed of them and what he had done to my innocent body. I let out a small squawk as his hands cupped my behind and began to feel me. Furthermore, I grit my teeth, I knew things would get a lot worse... a lot worse...(was shocked when he talked with his secretary, and it was obvious that my guess was correct - the woman was sat in her chair with a vibrator inside her. How degrading! To be made to do that just for a man's entertainment. Even so... the sounds she was making... so rude, and I would be lying if I said her noises didn't have a slight effect on me. She sounded desperate to have an orgasm and this bastard was saying no, so I guess with an owner and indentured worker relationship that is how it is...? Unless she was just some slutty submissive type who liked being given orders? Those people did exist after all. Mr. Martin made some comment about my nipple piercings and then took hold of them, pulling, twisting, playing. In normal circumstances I'd just put up with it but the combination on the metal through my flesh making me incredibly sensitive anyway and the almost desperate sounds coming from my left made me hitch in a sudden breath of surprise. I bit my lip and kept silent, despite the urgent aching sensations his fiddling with me was causing. It was an effort to keep still, and keep my arms raised like this. I so nearly turned and slapped the insolent animal right across his face! Then he squatted down in front of me and I steeled myself to be violated down there as well. I felt his breath on my bare skin. Now I'm hairless my mound and sex are more sensitive as well, and that's without the jewelry. I gasped a small"Ag!"as I felt my clitoris hood pulled up and back and air on my body as he exposed my tiny little core. I could feel my sensitive flesh burning. Even a non-erotic situation like this caused my body to begin to betray me. Then his fingers were at my lips, pulling them apart by their rings. I whimpered in shame, why didn't he just rape me and get it over with? Oh yes, my mistake, it's not raped when the person being assaulted has no rights is it? It's just a man having the sex he is entitled to have with his possession... I shuddered again and just wanted it all to end. Quote"So tell me Amelia, how was it to get your piercings? They have healed very well it seems, they give parts of your body life of their own, don't they?"" It hurt. A lot,"I answered curtly. I wasn't going to elaborate, the sod could think what he liked about them... Meanwhile beside me, the lady at the desk got more and more desperate, letting out noisy moans of pleasure. Perhaps the man liked his sluts to be noisy as they tried not to debase themselves in front of strangers. ALBERT MARTIN Quote from: Hainan on 09-01-2010, 17:15:13 "Yes sir...thanyousir..." ”You are welcome Meek dear, enjoy yourself, but make sure that it will stay to that” I told Meek as she thanked me between her moans. With enough effort she should be able to hold out for a long while even with the drugs, the vibrators were not that high. If she did not, at least I would have first-hand opportunity to show Amelia what was to be should she ever disobey. Meek had gotten a lot of practice at this though, her moans and begging made good background noise after all. She was able to take much more than this usually, even with the drugs. Quote from: Hainan on 11-01-2010, 14:03:19 "It hurt. A lot," I blew some warm air to Amelia's exposed core in slow and long breath after she replied, moving her hood piercing slowly and gauged her reactions carefully while fingers of my other hand moved to check and inspect her inner labia piercings. With Meek as moans in the background, this was quite relaxing I thought as I shifted my grip on her hood piercing a bit, causing my fingers brush over her clit very lightly. It seemed that all piercings were expertly done, and perfectly healed. I expected no less, but I was far too much of a realist to not check everything myself. Standing this close to her was not doing good for my patience though, and I decided that it was time to move forward on her quick checkup before we would leave for home. I let go of her piercings and stood up, then walked beside my heavy set mahogany desk. It had eye bolts to for attaching chains or ropes, and I did have some manacles, but I did not plan to use them today unless I had to. I moved some of the papers out of the way and gave the desk surface a pat, looking at Amelia with slight smile as I talked to her from behind the desk.” Come and bend over the desk, make sure that your legs are well apart when you do.” I told Amelia, and turned my attention back to Meek as I waited for her Now that I had the controls near me once more, I used the time to play with Meek a bit more. I could hear her moans and groans clearly, and started to manipulate the controls for a bit, letting the vibration and motion die down at first, then surprise her with short moment of hard vibration and rotation with either of the dildos penetrating her and letting the motion and vibration die just before she was able to cum each time. Furthermore, I did this for a while, then left them on but yet again on tortuously low setting. AMELIA WALKER gasped as he continued to touch me down there. I could feel my body responding, but that didn't please me in the slightest. I gave an involuntary jerk and gasped louder as something - a finger I guessed - brushed over the surface of my berry. Furthermore, I shut my eyes with the shame of it. Furthermore, I was just going to have to get used to this sort of treatment, it seemed. In fact, and no doubt, the abuse hadn't even begun yet. The poor Asian girl behind her desk continued to moan softly and make the most incredibly sounds, it was obvious she was so turned on she was near the point of losing control. I saw that she had lifted her arms and clasped them behind her neck like I had been told to, it seemed a posture this man made all his female servants assume. The Asian had unbuttoned her jacket now and it hung open. She looked to be wearing a marionette or peep-hole bra because her dark nipples could be seen studding out stiffly under the thin cotton of her white blouse. And she...? Did she...? I thought I saw the outlines of metal rings around her nipples as well. Mr. Martin was a fan of piercings it seemed.... I had just time to abstractly note that she had wonderful dark skin down there when Mr. Martin stood up and went behind his desk, clearing away some files and papers. Quote"Come and bend over the desk, make sure that your legs are well apart when you do." I stared at him. This was it. He was going to have sex with me against my will, or maybe smack my bottom or something equally kinky the perverted man. Keeping silent I did as I was told, taking the two or three steps to stand in front of his desk and holding my hands still behind my neck I bent forwards (damn those piercings, moving as my chest moves!) until my front was flat across the polished wood. I shivered a little at the cold contact, it was very hard too. I then shuffled my thighs apart a little. The desk was below waist height, somewhere near upper thigh height, so my head was now below my waist which meant my bare bum stuck up and out a lot. I bet that had been his intention anyway. I kept very still wondering what might come next and trying not to let the sound of the moaning Asian get to me... though that was quite hard. The sound was... affecting me. I had never had a very good sex life, three or four boyfriends, mostly brief and no relationship that had lasted more than a few months. And sex had never been that great, only one of them had been able to give me orgasms and I had never had an experience like the Asian woman seemed to be having now - what sounded like uncontrollable pleasure going on and on for ages. A small envious part of me wondered what that would be like. In my bent over posture I saw Mr. Martin's hand touch something under his desk, a button? A dial? I couldn't be sure but the sounds behind me varied as he touched whatever it was, and then it clicked - he had a remote control under there and was controlling how close the Asian woman came to pleasure... I swallowed. There was something intensely perverse yet exciting about that... I remained still, expecting only to be taken or get a spanking and wondering which I should hate less. MEEK DRAWN"Hymning... NNN... yeah... ohh... ohhfuckmmm... mmm... please yeah... oh..." Master knew what I liked, the bastard. He was so good at this, so very good. The drugs made me want it so bad... SOAD... I needed to come, and come hard and come screaming out my pleasure, but he knew I had the training now not to come unless given a direct order. Indeed, the opposite was true too - I could make myself come by willpower alone now if he ordered me too and as long as I had at least some stimulation. But this! Oh, fuck I loved this! I loved being on the edge and helpless and just... justgaggingfor it, and having him in control. And of course the gorgeous bastard knew it. It was one of our more exhausting and fun games. I hated to not be able to peak and scream, yet I loved it too. And he knew that, he'd done this to me over and over and over again, many times. Like you drive a fast car and push it to the edge, knowing exactly how the engine sounds and the feedback from the steering and tire grip lets you feel the road and how close you are coming to losing control. He had driven me many times close to the edge and now, by words, gestures, touches or using controls he could keep me gurgling and moaning on the edge of boiling over for literally as long as he pleased. And I loved it too! What a dirty slut he had turned me into, what a slutty piece of meat, available and willing to do anything, or have anything done to me. That poor Miss Walker was scared now, ashamed and afraid, but in the months to come she would understand too and join me, maybe the two of us together being driven for hours to the brink but not over it. Sometimes Master didn't let me come but switched off and made me go without release. He might do that for several days until a week or more had gone by without me being allowed to come. When he did though, when he did finally let me have pleasure, God, how good it was. I would scream until my throat was raw, and then he'd gag me, so I couldn't scream and force more orgasms out of me. He did some awful things to me at times, but he made up for it with the sexual torture and abuse. How I loved being his plaything! I unbuttoned my jacket and pushed it open so he could see how hard my nipples were - they get huge when they get hard. I then lifted my ankles and mounted my feet, toes downwards in the small metal hoops or stirrups fixed to the upper part of the outside of the back legs of my wooden chair. The posture made my knees part a little, and it made it impossible to push upwards and so escape the double fucking I was getting. Sometimes Master would close small leather straps across the backs of my ankles thus imprisoning me in my chair so the teasing and fucking could go on as long as he wanted, and I could do nothing about it. I arched my back, clasped my hands and watched Miss Walker bend over his desk, her bare and gorgeous bottom stuck up in the air. She parted her legs but not nearly enough, he'd make her spread herself wide open in a minute, and then I'd get a lovely view of her charms. Another surge of speed and vibration shook me,"Oh! Uh... yeah... AHH... pleasemmmgoood, dogwood, homonym... fuuuuuuckkkk...." ALBERT MARTINI kept watching Meek as Amelia moved to position, enjoying the constant shift of her expressions in response to ever-changing stimulation that I controlled. I had played this game so many times, yet it never got boring. I could not help a brief, pleased grin flashing on my face as I saw her adjust her posture, lifting her hands behind her neck and her legs to the stirrups in her chair. My little slut was taking everything out of her predicament as usual. I turned to look at Amelia as she bent to position, smiling some as I left the controls of Meek as toys to low setting and stood up, starting to walk around the table slowly. I rested my hand on her back, sliding it slowly and lightly lower as I got behind her, eventually letting it rest on the small of her back as I inspected her posture. This girl definitely had a lot to learn. Her legs were not nearly satisfactorily apart, preventing truly enjoyable view. I pressed down on her back more firmly with my left hand, and gave her two hard spanks in rapid succession with right, one for each cheek, talking to her with low, firm voice.“First lesson: when you are told to do something, if you are unsure, you will do too much rather than too little. Now open those legs well and give Me and Meek a good view.” I kept holding her down, and turned to look at Meek meanwhile. Her pleased moans were arousing, but the sounds could use a bit more spice. My girl was special that she managed to sound just as pleasing, no matter whether she was enjoying pleasure or suffering pain, and mix of both made her positively intoxicating at times.“Meek dear, let us introduce Amelia to your vocal range a bit. Grab your nipples with your fingers and make sure that they get some extra rough attention. I will tell you if and when you can stop” I turned my attention back to Amelia, to check if she had complied satisfactorily this time. I did not even bother staying to watch if Meek complied, I knew that she would, and she knew that I would hear if she was trying to fake anyway. After all our time together, I knew her body and sounds just as well as mine if not better, having spent countless hours playing with it. AMELIA"Ow! Uh!" I cried out in surprise when he smacked me. It stung like crazy! Even though I had been thinking of this scenario in my head it surprised me when he hit me because it was so hard! I wiggled on the desk, but his hand was firm in the small of my back. I managed to not curse in complaint and surprised myself by keeping my fingers clasped at the back of my neck. Quote“First lesson: when you are told to do something, if you are unsure, you will do too much rather than too little. Now open those legs well and give me and Meek a good view.” I had no option that didn't involve having him punish me even more so with a resigned groan of shame I parted my legs widely. I'd no idea how far apart he wanted me but given his comment I shuffled my feet until they were about three feet apart. I hung my head in shame; I must have been so lewdly exposed, my sex now fully shaved - again at what I guessed had been his instruction - and the numerous rings of metal adorning my once pure female place on show. He'd be able to see the pucker of my behind too. I groaned inwardly again and wished he'd do something rather than nothing. Anything would be better than this cattle-like inspection of every intimate crevice of my body. Even so, now that I was open the triangle piercing ring, the one that was fed through both my inner lips at the very top and wentundermy clitoris but which rubbed constantly against its underside was now at an angle where I felt it against my most sensitive place. Damn. It had done this to me in the hostel a few times when I was innocently mopping floors or dusting shelves, it would rub justthereright on my most intense place, the place I would touch when I masturbated and now... oh shit...! Quote“Meek dear, let us introduce Amelia to your vocal range a bit. Grab your nipples with your fingers and make sure that they get some extra rough attention. I will tell you if and when you can stop.” Meeka... Meek... that was her name. At least he doesn't call her by some disgusting title like whore or something... In response to his instruction I didn't look up, but I heard the secretary make a new series of low moans as no doubt she obeyed him at once. Will I ever be like that? Willing to masturbate myself for him in front of strangers? The idea made me shudder. ALBERTAmelia seemed to be quick study at least I noted as she corrected her error quickly after receiving her spanks. Her small cry was quite delightful as well. She also seemed to take the instructions to heart, and opened her legs nicely wide apart, even though I had not specified the amount. I would need to arrange her something nice as reward before we started our way home. I took a good look at her now that she was well open, and was quite pleased with what I saw. The skin on her mound and lips seemed to be baby smooth, and the tight looking pucker of her ass looked like asking for violation. Everything had its right place and time though, and I was not in hurry. It was time to introduce the girl to some of the perks of her new piercings though. I kept one hand on small of her back and moved myself closer to her so that I was able to hold her still with my body weight if need be, and reached between her legs, feeling around the soft skin for a moment till my fingertips found her clit. I started to rub it from above with the tip of my forefinger, while giving her triangle piercing ring soft touches with my thumb to have it rub against the underside in slow, firm rhythm. The increased noise Meek was making gave beautiful background as I played with my new toy, enjoying the feel of the soft flesh. There were things I was curious about too, and I continued to talk with low, quiet voice.“Now, tell how much experience you have had with sex till now Amelia. Leave nothing out, it is important that we know everything about you.” Amelia pressed up close to me, I felt his body against my leg and hip and the hand on the small of my back pressed down harder. Holding me in place... Then his other hand went between my legs and I let out a gasp of surprise." Oh! Oh, please... please don't... UHF!" He touched me right there! Right on my button! And pulled that damn ring that affects me so easily... oh, God! I grit my teeth and willed myself not to get excited. Damn it! Behind me the secretary at her desk kept making those noises. Damn her too, she sounded like she was having so much fun! Quote“Now, tell how much experience you have had with sex till now Amelia. Leave nothing out, it is important that we know everything about you.”" What?!" I was devastated, this was private! How dare he?" I'm not going to tell you that stuff! It's none of your business!" ALBERTQuote"I'm not going to tell you that stuff! It's none of your business!" Well, well, Amelia seems to have trouble understanding her place after all thought as she disobeyed. Oh well, it simply meant that she would need to be shown her choices or lack of more clearly.“I am afraid that you have misunderstood dear, anything and everything about you is my business from now on” I told her with firm tone, but kept still playing with her clit, not paying any attention to her resistance. I started to caress it more firmly and just slightly faster as I continued to talk to her. One had to always be clear about what upcoming punishment was for after all.“You will learn quickly that with me, direct disobedience has direct consequences of it gets corrected. You can tell me that you will yield any time, you decide how hard this will be for you.” I kept caressing her as I talked, and pulled my hand away from between her legs only after I was done. I put more weight to keeping her down and pulled my hand back to get some momentum, and started to give her loud, hard spanking. Furthermore, I made no effort to be gentle, this was for punishment and not supposed to feel nice. Furthermore, I had better things to help with this too, in case bare hand would not suffice. Furthermore, I kept close watch over the girl while delivering her punishment, to be able to stop her if she tried to squirm away, and to be able to stop her misery should she yield like she eventually would anyway. I could not help smirking as I heard Meek moan in the background. Knowing her she would enjoy this quite a lot. My slut was getting to have a lot better fun today than I had originally planned. AMELIAQuote"I am afraid that you have misunderstood dear, anything and everything about you is my business from now on." What an arrogant prick! I remained obstinately silent, not moving and not in the least aroused by his playing with me. My mood had changed. Quote"You will learn quickly that with me, direct disobedience has direct consequences of it gets corrected. You can tell me that you will yield any time, you decide how hard this will be for you." Again I made no reaction, though in my mind I silently told him to shove his pompous words up his ass. Then he began to spank me. At first, I grit my teeth and kept quiet but as it went on I began to lose control. It hurt like hell and after a dozen or so I cried out and yelped in pain with each one until eventually the tears began to flow. I sobbed with the pain but still refused to relent, making no effort to ask him to stop. ALBERT regarded Amelia with slight smile as I spanked her. She was progressing as it usually did, first yelp or two, then with each strike, and finally the sobs. This was where I decided to do something different though. First lessons were always the most important, and the sooner she understood that punishment really meant punishment, the less I would have to resort to it in the future. Besides, she would make much nicer display on our way out later with better marks. Also, I was planning to have her her first via fem dose soon, enough to keep her aroused till well into the night. Combined with the sting from what was going to happen next, the effect should be quite memorable. I stopped spanking her for a moment, and reached beside her to my desk. I switched the note recorder that was integrated to my desk on to have more permanent record of her sounds, and picked up light cane that I also used as pointing stick in more informal presentations. I shifted slightly so I had better angle for swings, and held the girl down with much more effort. This would be world different from contact of the hand. I made one last glance to see that the recorder was on, and started to cane the girl with fast, sharp and unevenly paced strikes. I started from upper part of her buttocks and started to make the way down slowly. While at this might as well make sure that the marks would leave beautiful pattern. Such a light but cruel instrument it was, enough to cause clear welts and very high amounts of pain, but light enough to not make deep cuts or wide bruises. Such marks were crude and not fit on the fine skin, I preferred thin, clear welts this one left a lot better. Besides, it left much smaller area of skin numb, allowing me to keep things interesting for a very long time if need be. Her buttocks had a lot to cover, and if she was being really difficult, there was always the sensitive backs of her thighs. Either way it would not stop till she yielded; giving in to resistance was weakness that I had left behind long time ago. I did not say a word during the entire time; none were needed till the lesson was learned. Mediate pain was incredible, the worst pain I had ever experienced beyond actually cutting into my hand with a kitchen knife once. That had been truly terrible and so much blood! But this... it was pain, and it was bad, but it was something else too... something under the pain, something savage and sharp and building up and up inside me until I felt like I was losing control with the intense heat of it. I could not explain it and the thing I thought it might be was so awful I forced such thoughts down. I writhed over this horrible man's desk, my hands loosed from the position behind my neck and I grabbed at anything to get leverage and push myself off and away. Things clattered to the floor, I don't know what, perhaps a calendar and a clock and a diary. I think in my maniac struggles I sent his laptop flying as well. I yelled and screamed and cursed and wrenched at the desk drawer handles. My legs kicked up in all directions. If I'd have had heels on I think I would have taken his eye out. He was much stronger than me, much heavier and kept me pinned down while I flexed and screamed and ranted." Alright! Stop! Stop it! Please stop! It hurts!" He stopped caning my behind and I lay there exhausted across the desk, panting and sweaty and tired. My whole rear felt like it had been torched with a gas jet and yet under the pain there was definitely something else. If he touched between my legs he would definitely feel I was wetter. I hung my head in shame at the strange feelings that welled up in me." Why do you need to know my private things? Isn't it enough that you own everything else? Don't you respect me at all, respect some of my privacy?" Albert girl put up impressive struggle, and I felt glad that my desk had been fairly empty of really important things, otherwise I would have been short of many more accessories for sure. She writhed, kicked and squirmed viciously, but I had enough weight and leverage to hold her down. After a while she did realise the futility of her fight and yielded. Quote"Alright! Stop! Stop it! Please stop! It hurts!" Even though the method felt barbaric to me, it did make her yielding after all the effort that she put to her struggle all the more satisfying. First impressions were important, and I had given some thought of how to approach the girls training earlier. This was first step on the method that I had decided on; If she saw me as ruthless, distant and disrespecting at the first meeting, the effect of giving her some recognition and respect later would be that much greater. Either way, respect had to be earned. Currently, she was mine, and that was all that mattered. She had given away her privacy the moment she had agreed to the arrangement that eventually brought her to me. The sooner and more clearly she understood this, the better. There was also something in the way she panted and hung her head over the desk. She had fought the best she could and surrendered. I had a feeling that some part of her enjoyed it. Quote"Why do you need to know my private things? Isn't it enough that you own everything else? Don't you respect me at all, respect some of my privacy?" “You arrangement has freed you of great many things Amelia dear” I purred to her as I moved my hand between her legs to see how her punishment had affected her if at all. I smiled to myself as I felt the wetness on her folds, not bothering to say anything. She seemed to be smart girl and knew that I would notice, there was no need to rub it in. I looked at her now well-marked and red behind, enjoying my handiwork and how nicely it contrasted with the natural color of her skin. It would feel good to let people see her on the way home.“For all means and purposes I own you now, you are my property. You do not need to worry about things such as privacy anymore. If I ask something, you will tell as long as it is something that you know, and you will say if you do not. Respect is earned, and you will earn nothing by disobeying.” I continued as I slipped my fingertips between her soft folds for a moment, and felt around her entrance slowly. My right hand was still holding her down against the desk.“Now, let us try this again. Tell me how much experience you have so far about sex and related activities.” I asked with firm voice, curious to see if she was ready to obey yet. AMELIA("Your arrangement has freed you of great many things Amelia dear."" Arrangement?" I scoffed, not hiding the scorn in my voice." An arrangement requires the agreement of both parties. I made no such agreement to my slavery. I was set up! The bank foreclosed on my loan even though I told them a contract would be signed within two weeks that would secure my business. Please don't keep pretending I had any say in this." His hand slid between my legs. It took all my willpower not to clamp them shut and tell him to stop. I hung my head and stayed silent as I felt his fingers sluice through the place where I was hot and damp. Damn. I shifted across the desk, biting my lip to hold back a whimper. Appearances were everything. Quote"For all means and purposes I own you now, you are my property. You do not need to worry about things such as privacy anymore. If I ask something, you will tell as long as it is something that you know, and you will say if you do not. Respect is earned, and you will earn nothing by disobeying."" I don't deny that you own me,"I said, my voice tremulous from his insistent fingers..." And if you ask me anything concerning the period after which you owned me, then I will respond as your property should. I don't deny this. But you do not own my past. Whip me 'til I bleed if you are that nasty a man, it will make no difference. I have nothing more to say on this matter." Despite his frustratingly insistent fingers and the understanding slowly dawning in my mind that somehow my body, sick though this might seem, had experienced what I think was pleasure during the caning, I continued to hold the moral high ground on this. I may be a chattel, but I had principles and if our relationship started off with me in the right and him acting like a mean spirited thug, it would go better for me from then on. I knew now that whether he forced me to tell him something or not, the crude violence he had used to beat it out of me meant I had won this round. The first battle is important, some general once said. Quote"Now, let us try this again. Tell me how much experience you have so far about sex and related activities." I remained silent. In the brief tension-filled stillness that followed I heard only the faint buzzing of the device inside the man's secretary and her heavy moans as she shifted in ecstasy in her chair. I closed my eyes awaiting more pain as it seemed the sight of a defenceless girl being unfairly beaten turned the Asian bitch on more. I hated her then with her big firm tits and her expensive suit and her sex-crazed behavior. Furthermore, I would never, ever behave like the slut she was. ALBERTQuote"And if you ask me anything concerning the period after which you owned me, then I will respond as your property should. I don't deny this. But you do not own my past. Whip me 'til I bleed if you are that nasty a man, it will make no difference. I have nothing more to say on this matter." My smile grew as I listened to Amelia's naïve speech. The girl really did not have ability to consider her situation it seemed. Then again, if she had, this would have become much more boring. I owned her as she was, and obedience that her position required was in no way limited to when she had acquired her experiences. She would probably never understand, but then again this allowed me to enjoy the fight longer. Victory of both battles and even wars tended to belong to who was able to be more cunning after all. First there was one item of preparation to finish. As the girl stopped to wait for her continued punishment, I removed my hand from her crotch, and administered the next of her training aids quickly. I took a shot pistol that I had loaded with Meek as Via Fem doses from my pocket, and shot the dose to her thigh and put it back. Usually the drug was taken orally but with Meek I had found that sometimes I needed to administer when she was gagged or her mouth otherwise occupied, and this had proved the best solution for those times. Besides, it worked much faster. I would have preferred smaller dose for Amelia's introduction to it, but what worked for Meek was what I had available now. She had developed some tolerance over the months and the dose was slightly larger than normal. It was nothing out of safe limits or dangerous though, so it would work fine even if strongly. The shot took barely a second to administer, and as soon as it was done I moved on the next part of the plan. On both lower front and back edges of the desk, there were two pairs of rings with readily attached straps that were very strong Velcro.“You made your choice it seems. We need to make sure that you are more still for what is to come, can't have you flailing around like you did earlier on your lesson, stay still” I told Amelia as I proceeded to fasten her to the desk. I started from her hands, attaching one wrist at time and finally tightening the straps so that she was pulled down against the desk from her wrists. I was prepared to use what force and weight necessary, should the girl still decide to struggle. After that I moved back behind her, and did the same to her feet, attaching the straps to her ankles and fastening till her legs were even wider open than before. This part I did much more firmly and carefully, using my body weight to lodge her legs in place so that she could not kick while I was working on each strap. After she was finally secured, I stood back to appreciate the now much better and open view and called to Meek with somewhat amused voice as I reached to turn her vibrators off:“Stand up from the chair and get over here Meek, I have a task for you.” I gave Amelia's well displayed ass a pat as I continued“See what I arranged for you, kneel down and have a taste.” MEEKAWatching the scene unfold before me was turning me on more and more. Fortunately Master had turned the speeds and pulses of the vibes down so I could bear the mounting pleasure and contain myself. This allowed me to pay attention to the new girl's induction. The poor thing. Lots of spirit but sadly misguided and ultimately futile. At her resistance I warmed noticeably, grinding myself down more onto the twin slowly revolving silicone rods and moaning as I pinched and twisted my nipples. Resistance meant she'd be dealt with more harshly and the resulting beating she got left me whimpering and dripping. Then Master bound the girl down over his desk, clearing the surface of everything but the nude girl, now fully across the surface and lewdly spread wide open, her wrists and ankles tied down towards the four desk legs. Quote“Stand up from the chair and get over here Meek, I have a task for you.”Oh, yes! He's going to make use of me! I was dying to help Master out in the induction and I didn't care if he used me to fuck her or used me as an example to whip, both options made me equally aroused. Letting go of my engorged teats and unhooking my ankles from the stirrups I put my hands on the desk edge and carefully pushed up... with a noisy slurping sound the two thick long dildos eased out of my body. I moaned as they left me, I felt so empty without them. I poised for a second with their fat heads just inside me, churning round, enjoying the teasing before wetly rising off them. My jacket and blouse were unbuttoned, my tailored suit skirt was bunched up round my hips and my hair was out of place, but I left all that and stepping around my desk, feeling the sheen of fluids down my inner thighs I went to where Master indicated. Quote“See what I arranged for you, kneel down and have a taste.”" Thank you, Sir." Mm, I was going to be used this way. I'd been dying to see what flavor this new girl had, right from seeing her cute little face in reception. I knelt down behind the girl, hearing her whimpers of protest and shame and embarrassment. Furthermore, I lifted my hands and placed them on the backs of her thighs, sliding them up the warm soft hairless skin. She was in good shape and had the most awesome peachy little ass. I ran my hands over these curves, squeezing gently and then pulling them roughly apart, not that that opened the view up much, the poor thing was already completely spread. I sniffed at her openings, there was definitely a tang of arousal and if I wasn't mistaken a small shining coating on her shaven pierced flesh already. Give her about ten or fifteen minutes... enough for that drugs shot to work through her system... then things would get interesting." Please,"she said, almost begging,"Please don't." Her strained voice, asking not to be touched by a woman was delicious. She was most likely hetero and this would be horrible for her, but she'd learn. She'd come around to the dark side soon enough... I dipped my head in and kissed gently at an inner thigh, then again, then began kissing her tenderly all around her sex, up and down her thighs against the bulging soft peachy outer parts of her upside-down mound, up the crease of her behind, enjoying the soft musk there, at her rear entrance, planting kiss after kiss and small tongue licks over her tight little muscle. At that she whined and squeaked and struggled, but I merely gripped her buttocks harder and dragged them more firmly apart so I could tongue at her anus more thoroughly. She moaned and shuddered helplessly. God, it was good to take a virgin like this. I was most likely the first woman to ever be here, and I made sure to enjoy every second of the experience, implanting this in my memory forever. Amelia continued to pull at her bindings and jerk about, her struggles useless but instinctive, her grunts and moans turning me on as much as being in a situation where I had no will of my own and merely obeyed orders. I performed my own skillful firm brand of anilingus on her for over five minutes, even trying to push my wet wriggling tongue into her anus though I could not do so, she was fighting to clamp shut and she was too strong. Soon I'd get in there, or Master would, and she'd enjoy a whole new world of pleasure. Then leaving her behind I licked lower and began to kiss more deeply and wetly against her flesh, finally, after nearly ten minutes I planted soft kisses right on the widely parted flower, where now the scent of arousal was getting stronger. The girl's struggles became different, weaker and her grunts and gasps and moans took on a new edge; the drug was kicking in. Her mind still didn't want this but her body did. It was an awesome situation to be in and in my early days when this mix of emotions and sensations had taken away my ability to resist I recalled it clearly as both a frightening and intensely exciting sensation. I lapped at her sex now, gently and repeatedly running my tongue up her tasty fragrant divide, flicking the tip against her anus at the top of each run then descending to tease her swelling pierced clitoris. And swelling it was! A lot! Wow, the girl had a long clit! It was rising up in erection, the beaded head protruding about a centimeter from her hood! Incredible! The rounded pink glistening head had to be a centimeter across as well, the bitch practically had a cock down there! I lapped at it, all around and Amelia let out a long low shuddering moan. I drew the warm little muscle between my lips and suckled it - her clit was actually big enough to suckle, like a nipple! Oh, wow, Master is going to love this... I wondered how that triangle piercing felt now, the metal must be abrading constantly against the sensitive interior underside of her 'erection'. I envied her at that moment. She whined and bucked in her bonds,"Please! Oh! Please... NNN!" I noticed she had dropped the 'don't'. She was gorgeous - a firm trim little body, beautifully and expertly pierced - I linked several of my fingers through her labial rings and hauled her sex crudely open to lap more at her now wet interior... and her clitoris was so pretty! It had to be medically significant like this. I expected Master to tell me to stop at any second, or just roughly pull me aside so he could take my place but for now I continued lapping and suckling and enjoying the gasps and moans that were being forced out of the girl against her will.

Dark Indemnity [Lithos and Haibane]|rating:1.0

Kings and Queens ----- The Nation of Amalor

Nation:AmalorAmalor is a temperate to tropical country that is made up of a mainland with three large tropical islands off the coast. The mainland is mostly temperate and is made up primarily of plains, forests, several mountains/rocky hills, and a number of small lakes. The islands are mostly tropical and are made up of jungle and mountains (volcanoes). Besides the three large islands, there are many smaller islands (note: these are not shown on the map) surrounded by a huge protective reef. Major contains no deserts, tundra, or wastelands. Swampland is rare. Plains: 20%Forests: 20%Jungle: 25%Hills: 15%Mountains: 15%Swamp: 05%Desert: 00%Icy tundra: 00%Wastelands: 00%Examples of the terrain of Major:(( such as this are common on the mainland.(( example of the islands, with the barrier shoals clearly visible, and the shallow sea within.(( tropical island of Ghana, just one of many in the sea just off the coastline.(( island of Axis, said to resemble the outstretched hand of some ancient titan reaching upward from beneath the waves.(( coastline of Serbia, one of the larger islands. The mainland of Major can be seen just beyond.(( example of the type of flora at the more temperate Northern end of the country.(( like this are typical of the rocky uplands near the mountains. Fauna:Major is host to many varieties of species that have adapted to different types of terrain. In the Southern islands there are various types of constrictor snakes, ranging in size from 6 to 18 feet in length. Also, common in the islands are many exotic and colorful birds (parrots being common) and lizards. The islands also are the home of numerous rare types of insects, most quite large and vividly colored, such as the Malthusian Butterflies, which are as big as condors and serve the same function (they are scavengers) and the Jagurthan Fireflies, known to range in size from 2–3 feet long and hunt at night for small rodents. Primates are rare in Major (the only monkeys to be found are the tiny capuchins in the islands) and apes are completely extinct in the country. In the forests are all the typical forest creatures normally found elsewhere (squirrels, rabbits, foxes, owls, raccoons, etc.), but few larger mammalian predators (such as bears). The plains host large grazing beasts of many sorts, ranging from wild cattle and horses to colorful fleet-footed land bound lizard-birds (which can be anywhere from 1–3 feet high and emit an odd warbling sound when running). The hills and mountains are home to a variety of mammals and birds, including the fierce Amazonian Eagle, a large avian dubbed the "wolverine of the sky." The first tyrant queen adopted one as a pet, and they have remained the national bird (and symbol) ever since. Few reptiles exist in the mountains, but there is one peculiar type of "wolf-lizard" that dwells there, but is rarely encountered. In the caverns underground, there are numerous insects and a type of giant spider, the Pellucid (as large as a chariot) which the Dark Elves have domesticated over the years. Like the cattle used by humans, the Dark Elves tend to their spiders with similar care. The primary source of a highly lethal poison, these spiders are routinely milked of venom and sometimes slaughtered for food, though only the Dark Elves seem to enjoy the meat. Another variety of giant spider, the Thesis, are bred for their webbing, which is harvested and used to make sturdy rope or clothing. The Deep Worm, a huge underground-dwelling caterpillar, serves the same purpose until it goes into its chrysalis years later to become a Gloom Wing. The Dark Elves exploit the uses of both Deep Worms and Thesis with equal zeal. It should be noted that the only types of poisonous creatures in Major exist below the surface, either underground or in the ocean. There are no known venomous creatures roaming the land. The shallow sea contains a rich variety of sea life common to warm waters, including a number of unique species. Dolphins and porpoises are common in these waters and twice a year huge packs of Orcas migrate here and stay for about a month before moving on. A large species of eel can be found in the shallow sea, as well as in the lakes and rivers, and these creatures have an alarming penchant for aggressive "amorous invasions" of the unwary swimmer (wriggling in headfirst to whatever orifice it can force itself into). Such eels are mostly harmless, though there is one species that shoots out sharp stinging spikes from a band around its neck after it has inserted itself headfirst into its target. A number of the constrictor snakes found in the islands also exhibit this same behavior. The Amazonians regard them as nuisances at worst and cute pets at best. It is known that a species of medium-sized black dragons exists in the country, dwelling near dormant volcanoes, but sightings are rare, and the creatures tend not to attack unless provoked or if their caverns are invaded. There are other dangerous creatures either known or believed to exist in the ruins scattered throughout the country, but cataloging them all has been a difficult and time-consuming task. A type of nocturnal bird, the Night flyer, is a type of horned owl that has been domesticated because of its intelligence and homing ability. These birds are typically used for delivering information great distances. The less intelligent, but even faster, Red Swift is used during daylight hours when the Night flyers go to roost. Both birds are fairly large, about the size of a falcon, and can carry a large scroll or small book with no signs of difficulty. Most human Amazonians have domesticated a wide range of animals, which serve a variety of uses, but most common are livestock animals (chickens, cows, goats, sheep, and pigs), beasts of burden/transportation (horses, bulls, oxen), pets (dogs, birds, snakes) and communication (the two types of birds mentioned earlier). Cats of any kind are very rare in Major, with only a few larger types ever having been reported in the jungle. Flora:Just as there are many varieties of animals found throughout Major, so too are there many more type of plants. The Southern islands are made up of lush jungle including many types of palm trees, and these islands host a rich variety of delicious fruits. Pineapples, bananas, coconuts, mangos, and berries of all types can be found, as well as medicinal herbs and useful substances (like rubber, caulk, and Sales, a sap which, when combined with a vinegar solution and dried, acts like a strong waterproof sealant). There are also a rich abundance of plantlike in the plains and forests as well, including deciduous trees of all sorts and sizes (though the truly titanic redwoods of the time of the Elves are gone), shrubs and bushes of all kinds, and even a peculiar type of vine that produces a crystalline object (when the breeze blows this vine is essentially a wind chime). The woodlands are also where the mighty Ironwood is found, a large sturdy tree that is often used for a variety of purposes from furniture to bows/arrows, to the mighty Amazonian war-club (a terrifying weapon banded and studded with steel, this tool can easily break bones and crush skulls of even the most heavily defended foe, the horrible impact going right through the armor). Near the coastline can be found wild orange trees, lemon trees, lime trees, and other fruit trees. Many Amazonians have created orchards of these fruit trees, and also the fruit trees of the islands. In the mountains there are typical alpine plant life, getting more sparse the higher up the mountain one goes. Near the snowy peaks grows a rare type of colorful flower, dubbed a snow lily, which blooms in winter and grows upward through the snow to the surface, displaying vividly colorful petals. Snow fillies come in a variety of colors, but most are yellow, red, green, purple, or blue. Orange snow fillies are the rarest. There is also a type of berry that grows near the snow caps which is quite delicious, and somehow remains cold even for several days after being plucked. Many types of vegetables found on the plains have since been long cultivated by the Amazonians. Carrots, potatoes, cabbage, lettuce, tomatoes, grapes, onions, garlic, leeks, corn, pumpkins, cucumbers, celery, radishes, and beans being commonly grown. A number of grains from the meadowlands also make up the standard Amazonian crop. Wheat, rice, and barley are the most typical grain crops of the nation, and used to make leavened and unleavened bread. Rocks camp; Minerals:Deposits of gold, silver and copper can be found in average quantities in the country, though these ores are only allowed to be mined sparingly by royal decree and the mines are operated only by the state. Mikhail ore deposits exist in the region and are carefully mined and worked by the Dark Elves and Half-Elves, equally. Vividly colored quartz of all hues can be found underground, and some of these crystalline deposits can be quite huge and come in a variety of geometric shapes. Emeralds, rubies, diamonds, sapphires, opals, amethysts, and other such gemstones are much rarer, but have been found. Limestone, granite, shale, slate, and several types of marble are found in great abundance throughout the region (the hills contain the most easily accessible deposits). Jade is somewhat rare, but some deposits exist in and around the forest regions. Magnesium, brimstone, and lava rock is found near various volcanic mountains in the islands, as is chalk and sandstone in hills and cliffs near the beaches on the mainland. Iron ore and tin are very common throughout the region and is either exported raw or worked into steel and sold. Deposits of an unknown tin-like metal, antimony, and lodestone can also be found in the mountains. A highly rare type of metal, called Lithium, can only be found in Major. This metal is very heavy but highly resistant to magic. Merely holding it for a period of time will slowly drain away any enchantments placed upon the person of the holder. It is a difficult metal to work with, and only used by master Amazonian armor smiths belonging to a specific guild. Lithium can only be worked once. If it is melted down and worked a second time it will break down during the process into a dirty bronze mess that, when hardened, is much like tin (with no magic resistant properties). The anti-magical nature of Lithium prevents any smiths from using magical means (even alchemy) to work it, as the Half-Even sages of Major found out, though the Dark Elves continued to try much longer before giving up. When worked correctly, Lithium can be shaped into steel-hard armor that, alone, is impressive, but also is highly resistant to magical effects. A secondary reason the Amazonian infantry utilizes this armor is that, if lost on the battlefield, it is unlikely to be useful to any but the most physically powerful foe (being so heavy that it's unlikely a normal person could wear it for long, much less fight in it...and magically-enhanced strength is no solution since the armor drains away that property from the wearer as long as the armor is on), and also because the armor provides a means to gradually strengthen the body of the Amazonian wearing it. Over time, it builds the muscles and gets easier for the wearer to bear, and is a sign of personal pride to the Amazonians. Because of its nature, Lithium is never sold or exported (it is unlikely there would be enough left to export, anyway, since so much of it is used in the smiting process). Amalorian alchemist-seamstress guilds have also uncovered a process to make a substance known as Steel silk. This material is glossy and looks shiny and metallic but feels like comfortable sheer silk and has stretchy properties. It can be either silvery chrome, shiny gold, or colored in a variety of brilliant hues. These garments are sometimes sold/exported from time to time. Architecture:Provided are some examples of Amazonian structures. Houses are shown in the section regarding population (below).(( Temple of the Goddesses, built by the Giants and dedicated to all 12 of the deities of Major.(( standard example of an average Amazonian temple devoted to one of the goddesses. Three views, from different angles, of the Hippodromes found in all three of the major cities:(( (( (( racing is just one of many sports found in the nation.(( (( such as this are also found in all three major cities. Oratories, musical performances, even erotic plays are all typical fare of Major.(( towns even boast their own small amphitheaters, such as this one. Also of note are the massive arenas located in all three major cities. The arenas host a variety of entertainments, typically combat (which is usually non-lethal, thanks to healers nearby, but some deaths/executions are not unknown), but can also include sports, athletic events, and varied acts such as acrobatics, dancing, and musical performances. The arenas, themselves, are a work of architectural genius, with many versatile options capable of being employed. The huge Colossal of Tan this is also noteworthy, having been built by the giants out of solid marble, the statue straddles the harbor, one foot on either side, a gorgeous athletic nude figure forever standing watch. Many permanent enchantments have been placed on the statues and buildings throughout the country, the most common being artificial illumination, or illusory effects. Many fountains have enchantments in place to ensure the water remains pure and fresh. Temperature control is a popular enchantment inside some buildings (such as the temples). The Aquatic races construct their homes and buildings out of shells and coral, along the style of their forebears though in much smaller scale. There exist several stone Amazonian structures at the sea floor where the Tritons have built replicas of some of the temples on the surface, but earthquakes have largely damaged these structures. They are still in use by the Aquatics, however, and slated to be fully repaired at a later time.(( Temple of SA-Arthesh Lori (marine goddess of health), damaged 100 years ago by subsurface earthquakes. The Centaurs typically do not build standing structures but do make use of the large breezy stone buildings constructed for them by the other Amazonians. A number of wooden stockades have only recently been built by the Centaurs, as sort of camps in various distant parts of the nation, as they prefer to stay mobile and not remain in one location for too long. Climate: The climate is usually balmy and warm all year round (very mild winters which seldom go below the 60s) and snow is unheard of except in the mountains. Rainfall is a bit higher in Major, particularly in the islands, and very common in the months of December and January. The summer months can sometimes be very humid, especially in the islands. From time to time, Major's relatively pleasant climate is marked by extreme conditions, such as hurricanes and typhoons, with flooding soon to follow. Fortunately these occurrences are fairly rare. Phenomena such as tornadoes and drought are unheard of in Major. Geological activity:Major is not a new nation, it had been colonized by many races over the past, going back even before most historical tomes relate, but one constant seems to be unstable geological activity. Earthquakes and volcanic activity have been the ruin of more than one empire here. At one time Major had even sunk to the sea floor, only to be raised ages later in yet another upheaval. Many academics postulate that Major was, and still is, a sort of hub area. A landmass floating, bouncing, and bobbing on a sea of lava like a cork on the surface of a pond. Priestesses hold that Major is a blessed focal point of the goddesses and the center point of change and mysteries which can never be fully understood, the volatile changes all being the will of the goddesses. The priestesses use a different analogy, describing Major as a finely worked set of shield, armor, and weapons, all being cast in fire (volcanoes) hammered out by the goddesses (earthquakes), and then cooled (hurricanes/floods), all of which are necessary before the result is complete. History (The Eight Known Eras of Major):It is surmised the very First race to inhabit the region was an infection race, long since extinct. Not much is known of them, or how long their rule lasted (some would say a million years), but a few rare structures and evidence of their ancient empire have been uncovered, though hardly what they must have looked like long ago. Some sort of illegible script has been found excavated from quarries or found on jungle cliffs worn away by erosion. Some sages surmise this to be evidence left behind by this ancient race. A few fossils have also been found of very strange plants and animals that must have existed during the time of the insects, but only a rare few fossilized remains of the insects have ever been found. The Second race to inhabit the region were the Reptile Men (or Lizard folk, as some call them). Their structures and artwork were largely lost due to a cataclysm that shook the area and destroyed most of the life on the planet, according to scholars. They lived in a time when huge reptilian beasts roamed the world. These Reptile Men were likely a varied race, with some being lighter of build, and others heavier of build, but most were roughly 5–8 feet tall, from the fossilized remains. They were apparently masters of some sort of crystal technology that has been lost after their passing. They had a spoken and a written language, that much the scholars today agree upon, because there are some stone tablets that point to that, however, not much of the rest of their culture is known. It does appear they were at war with some sort of sea race who existed at the time, which some have dubbed the Fish Men (note: many believe the Fish Men to be the first known sentient race, older even than the Insects, and had survived numerous mass extinctions). There are also some controversial carvings found in at least two ruins of Reptilian structures that indicate a imitative proto-even race that had been encountered by the Reptile Men. There are no other records of mammalian life at this time, which begs the question: where did this primitive even race come from? The Reptile Man race vanishes from global dominance (as does the age of the great reptilian beasts) during the same time as the primitive elves seem to have appeared. Many would provide answers for why this happened, ranging from the scientific to the religious, but in truth it is all pure conjecture. The Third race to colonize the region were the Elves, much, much later and there is evidence that Major was a much different place during the height of their reign (which some believe lasted for 20,000 years, but of course, there is no conclusive proof). Major was much colder, dryer, and forested by massive conifers (redwoods and sequoias) that served as their cities. Elegant stone structures also dotted the land, testimony to the engineering genius of the Even race. Sadly, the Even structures are all in ruins now, but can still be seen in various parts of the country, crumbling in the mountains, overgrown in the islands, half-buried in caverns, and on the sea floor. The ancient Even colony here fell due to violent earthquakes and wildfires that forced them to flee to other areas. Some of the Half-Elves who have returned claim to be the long-lost descendants of the original Even inhabitants, but most sages scoff at the notion.(( example of the remains of a Third Age Even ruin The fourth race to inhabit the area were the Dark Elves, who sought to claim the area as a sanctuary and military outpost. They built incredible cities underground out of the living rock, cultivated a special fungus that produced oxygen, and developed a vast society largely unknown to the savage primitive humans (neanderthals), lurking above. The Dark Elves built few structures on the surface, as they were constantly at war with the bestial and brutish humans there, often winning battles against them but never gaining a conclusive victory, and so they retired completely to their underground empire where it was safe. Alas, the instability of the region claimed the Dark Even colony much as it had done the Even one previously. Even the powerful magic of the Dark Elves was not sufficient to hold back the lava and tons of rock that ended their civilization here after it was founded only 10,000 year ago, (based on the best information available). Some Dark Elves have emigrated back to Major for much the same reasons the Elves have, but their claims of lineage are unsubstantiated. The Fifth race to claim the area were what many sages dub the Aquatics. After the volcanic activity that destroyed the Dark Even colony, there was a long period of time marked by the expansion of glaciers which since melted as the world's climate warmed and further earthquakes caused the entire region to sink beneath the waves and what we now call Major became a shallow sea. Sea Elves, Tritons, and Mermaids created a thriving civilization under the warm, sunny, vibrant sea and built vast cities out of huge shells and living coral. Some of these can still be found in odd locations (due to the oceans having receded over time) such as on some of the islands, hills, and lowlands. The Aquatics were a robust and friendly culture, engaging in trade with the surface world races that survived the epic worldwide flood (most of the world was underwater during this time). This did not last, however, as the surface world erupted into chaos and war from the lack of resources and living space, and the conflict spilled over to affect the Aquatics in a way still yet undetermined. Many scholars believe it was some form of disease which was only a minor inconvenience to the surface races, but deadly to the Aquatics. Others surmise it was some form of plague brought from a star that impacted in the ocean and dissolved, freeing millions of tiny organisms, but there is no shred of proof of this. Some priests say it was the wrath of the gods. Whatever the cause, the Aquatic civilization was abandoned as the various surviving sea races split off and left the area, living nomadic existences and settling in other areas. Some have since returned, and there has been no sign of the bizarre sickness that affected their forebears, and so they have begun to rebuild new colonies under the sea, close to the islands that dot the coast. The Sixth race to inhabit Major were the Giants, a huge race of modern-looking humans (by this time the humans had changed to what we know of today) who came to the area when the oceans receded, geographic upheaval thrust the landmass upwards, and the climate warmed. The Giants would have been the inheritors of the entire world, for none could match their sheer strength and power for long. However, the Giants were also a warlike people who could not get along with each other and their reign was a short and violent one, which destroyed them, as a people, and their civilization in Major was no different. Only the ruins of their mighty structures remain, mostly destroyed by the forces of other Giants. The few remaining Giants who inhabit Major today, scholars agree, are the direct descendants of the Giants who dwelled here in the past. They are less warlike than their predecessors and more apt to live in peace with the other citizens of Major, having apparently learned the lesson of their self-destructive past. The Seventh race to colonize Major were the Centaurs, a nomadic tribe who emigrated here roughly 1500 year ago. They built no grand structures like the previous races, but have lasted the test of time. Their wars with human invaders have largely shaped and molded both cultures into a warlike one. The Centaurs, huge creatures, were masters of hit-and-run tactics and their bows and spears are legendary in their effectiveness. The humans, also quite large relative to other humans worldwide, became masters of infantry tactics, developing the shield phalanx and using heavy armor. Although the humans would eventually win the war, the Centaurs are still quite numerous in the region (equalling in number the Half-Elves) and now staunch friends of their former foes. Both races ended their costly war 200 years ago and now combine their might. The Eighth race to colonize Major are the humans, specifically the Amazons. A race of humans that has no males, but rather a third sex. This third sex, dubbed as FTA, has a female body but male genitals (they are not hermaphrodites, they do not possess a vagina as well, only a penis and testicles). It is rare, but some FTA are born with two sets of penises. Unapproved sorcerers experimentation has resulted in even more unusual results (such as four breasts and/or four arms). Upon their arrival, the Amazon priestesses instituted a program to breed out all the males from the entire population (including every race in the country) and over time this process has resulted in a nation of females and fut as only. Males are only allowed here as visitors for short periods of time. Male slaves are not allowed. The Amazons of Major ruled with an iron fist, having built their rule on conquest, and to the casual observer their culture would seem barbaric. Their architecture is mostly stonework decorated with frescoes, friezes, and painted designs ((**IOC: think of Crete, Greece, Babylon, Sumeria, or Egypt for influences**)). The horses, dogs, and bulls of the region are bred for size and strength and never sold or exported (only the common/lesser breeds are ever traded). The Amazon race is thought to be at least somewhat related to the Giants (much as some surmise the Centaurs to be) because of their size and strength. Most Amazons are at least 7 feet tall, some being 8 feet, and virtually all are very muscular or at least physically fit. There are no sickly, frail, catfish, or obese Amazons in Major, thanks to a rigid regimen of daily exercise, a healthy diet, and frequent sparring. The Amazons are the current predominant race to inhabit Major and are well aware of the instability of the region in terms of both the present and the past. They trust in their goddesses to protect them, and the other races, from disaster, but it will remain to be seen if this is any more effective.(( to R) The present Battle-Mistress, Gymnasthena (aka Jewell) and Tyrant Queen Alessandra(( in the chain of command is High Priestess NarinaReligion:Pantheistic. The state religion practiced by every race, is to the Amazon goddesses, of which there are 12. Every race has their own versions of the 12 Divines, and worship at the same temples. The predominant one, however, is Volcanism (worshipers of Saldana). It is Saldana who keeps the Amazons safe by their exclusion of males, and her wisdom that has provided for their continued survival through the other goddesses (via the fut as, by keeping natural disasters at a minimum, by the inclusion of other races, by providing ample resources, by keeping them strong and healthy, etc. a different job for a different goddess). Through the efforts of the priestesses, vampires and all known types of undead, have been eradicated from Major (though in truth, few cases had ever been reported), and misanthropy is unknown here thanks to numerous medicinal plants. One type of violent and aggressive spirit, known only as an Entity, remains and resists all known attempts at exorcism. Entities are invisible, very strong, can discharge an electrical current, and seem to thrive on raping the unwary. These malevolent spirits are few, and no one is certain even what they are. Shapeshifters:Few other nations are aware that a colony of these beings inhabit Major, and fewer yet know their true appearance (some believe they are sexless milk-white humanoids, others say they are Scala and dark blue with glowing eyes, yet others argue they are large tentacled horrors). What is known is that all Shape-shifters in Major belong to a secret society called the Protean Sisterhood. The Sisterhood's motives are unclear, but they serve the nation and the Queen in whatever capacity desired. Other nations, perhaps rightly, believe the Sisterhood to be an elaborate spying operation. No Shape-shifter has ever actually been caught abroad, however, to corroborate this, but there have been numerous odd occurrences and bizarre accounts of certain people being at two places at once. The Shape-shifters are naturally resistant to magic and psionic, developing this resistance slowly over the course of thousands of years to the virtually impenetrable level it is at today. An ancient race that has long since been dying out, the Shape-shifters entire culture and civilization has been lost to them over the ages (if they ever possessed one of their own at all) and they now identify with their adopted culture, that of the Amazons. Races:The population of Major is 100,000, and consists of the following citizens:Humans: 40%Half-Elves: 15%Centaurs: 15%Giants: 05%Sea Elves: 10%Tritons: 05%Dark Elves: 05%Mermaids: 03%Shapeshifters: 02%Population centers:The nation of Major boasts three major cities. The capital city of Dynamic, is located roughly in the center of the country and the nearby terrain is open meadow and idyllic forests, with a river flowing from a mountain to the North. The second-biggest city is Tinnitus, located in a well-defended hilly region Northwest of the capital. The third-largest city is Tan this, located along the Southern coast. There are numerous other small towns and villages throughout the country, however, most of these having originated as either temporary camps or military posts. There are very few permanent villages in the islands of the nation, owing to the ferocity of the hurricanes and typhoons which occur unexpectedly. All the three major cities are high-walled and bristling with defenses (some very ingenious in nature), with Amazonian citizens prepared for military duty at a moment's notice. Industry thrives in all three major cities and the villages beyond, with surplus goods being actively exported to other countries and trading partners. Nevertheless, military drills are still incorporated into daily life. The open plains around Dynamic are often used for large-scale military maneuvers and drills. It is not uncommon to see huge troop formations of Amazonians perfecting their craft out on the plains on any given day. The naval fortress, located in Tan this, also regularly patrols the coasts and islands in either the large Triremes out in the open sea just beyond the reef wall or the smaller shallow-drafted Destroyers (raiding ships, like sateen-sailed sloops) inside the reef wall where only small craft can go.(( typical Amazonian dwelling(( example of an Amazonian home. Resources/Exports:Foodstuffs (Grain/fruit/vegetables): 25%Master craft items (statuary/paintings/tapestries): 10%Rare minerals/gemstones: 10%Livestock (lesser horses, oxen, etc.): 10%Black pearls and rare coral (black, blue, etc.) 05%Minor enchanted items (amulets, potions) 05%Iron/steel items: 10%Textiles (wool, fur, cloth): 10%Medicine (herbs, salves, unguents, etc.): 05%Mithril ore: 05%Rare spices (from the islands): 05%Imports:Slaves: 25%Spices: 04%Lumber: 18%Stone (masonry): 15%Finished/worked goods: 18%Foodstuffs (foreign): 15%Erotica: 03%Magic items: 02%Economy:Copper, silver, and gold are all mined on the mainland (no deposits have yet been found on the islands). These precious metals are typically neither imported, nor exported. The amounts mined is strictly based on economic need and an effort to avoid inflation. The coins minted, in order of value, are the copper Tenth, the silver Me lath, and the gold Anti (all named for Amazon leaders of the past). Appearance:Most human Amazonians are dark complected, though a few lighter complected ones do exist. Hair color is usually black, brunette or blonde, with red hair being a rarity. All Amazonians are heavily muscled and smooth skinned (pubic areas are bald). Amazonians are very well-endowed, all having very large breasts (some would say overly large), which lactate from puberty to around age 50. Large clits are common, as are oversized penises/testicles among the FTA (both in terms of width and girth, making sexual intercourse a thing of both pleasure and pain). Body piercings are not uncommon. Typical piercings are in the nipples, the earlobes, the tongue (a small stud), and the clit. Tattoos are not usually seen as attractive and all but unheard of in Major. Clothing is typically sparse, and nudity is common among slaves. Most citizens wear simple thongs (going topless), or merely a thong and skimpy halter top. Some wear a simple skirt over the thong (usually the more conservative Amazonians), or the skirt and no thong. The elderly wear robes or long gowns. Amazonians traveling abroad often wear cloaks or robes, as some countries have taboos against near-nudity, and there is also the problem of colder climates. Amazonians prefer beauty to be displayed for all to enjoy rather than covered up and kept secret. Amalorian Half-Elves are mostly just like the humans, with the exception being their noticeably pointed ears, higher eyebrows, and more delicate facial features. They are not as slightly built as in other lands, but instead can be just as big and muscular as the humans of Major. Amalorian Dark Elves are dark skinned, with shades ranging from chocolate brown to light gray. Their hair is always jet black, never white. They are slightly shorter and less bulky than humans. The half-breeds are otherwise similar to their Half-Even Amazonian brethren. The Sea Elves are green-skinned, with shades ranging from vivid green to dark green, and their hair color is always either black or some variant of dark green or dark blue. Their hair always has a 'wet' shimmering glossy look. Their physiques otherwise are the same as the Dark Elves, with half-breeds favoring the human side (like the Half-Elves). They can breathe air or water equally well. Amalorian Centaurs are massive brutes, their horse-halves being similar in build to a Clydesdale or shire, but about 50% bigger, and their muscular human upper torsos being equally huge in proportion. They typically wear their hair long and flowing or tied tightly into a long ponytail. Coloration of their horse halves usually ranges from dark brown (chocolate) to light brown (chestnut). There are no known variants of other colors. Hair color tends to be brown, black, or blonde. Amazonian centaurs are known for their huge breasts, which they never cover (except occasionally during times of war) and the ample and delicious milk they provide. The Giants of Major are not the ugly twisted creatures of legend and myth that some would physically portray them to be, but rather more like merely humans of large scale. They tend to be 18–20 feet tall on average, though some half-breeds can be found who are only 10–12 feet in height. They otherwise appear as any other human Amazonian (as previously described). The Mermaids of the shallow sea are, as all their kind, human above the waist, and fish below. Their hair color and scale color can vary widely. They are bigger than most Mermaids found elsewhere and usually more athletic and stronger. They are not as numerous, however. Their large breast size aids them in buoyancy but makes deep dives more difficult. The Mermaids sometimes visit surface locations with the aid of special magic which allows them to breathe and remain wet. Surface travel is difficult for them, however. The Tritons of Major are a blue-skinned race with fish-like legs and human-type torsos with barely-noticeable gill slits on their necks and webbed hands. Hair color tends to range from light blue to dark blue to black. They suffer from the same problems with surface travel as the Mermaids, but still manage it from time to time with special magic. They have trained dolphins to serve them much as humans have trained dogs, however the dolphins seem much more intelligent and can communicate. All the Aquatics speak the same language as the dolphins (to humans it sounds like clicks and high-pitched squeals), but can also speak the Amazonian language as well (though only above the sea). The Shape-shifters appearances varies greatly. Their true forms are unknown to most, even other Amazonian citizens. There is nothing identifiable about them to indicate they are anything than what they currently appear to be. In many cultures their presence would incite paranoia, and they would be hunted down and exterminated. To the Amazonians, they are novel allies and useful to have around. During some celebrations a few Shape-shifters are known to reveal their abilities, in the spirit of sexual pleasure, but still never reveal their actual true forms. It is believed this is more because they don't wish to unnerve their fellow Amazonians by their true forms (which is said to be frightening), rather than out of any other motive. Many Amazonians believe the Shape-shifters to be children of the Goddess of Change/Chaos, and their presence here keeps her appeased. It would be a bad omen for the country should the Shape-shifters ever disappear. Military/Defense: The Amazonian nation is somewhat legendary (or notorious) in that at a moment's notice it can turn the entire population into a highly effective, expertly trained fighting force. This is entirely due to the fact that all citizens are soldiers and trained from a young age in the arts of combat. The military regimen continues all throughout life, and dominates the entire culture, ensuring a perpetual state of readiness for battle. The military, itself, is divided into infantry, cavalry, artillery, and navy. The Infantry consists primarily of humans, armed with long spears, short swords (for stabbing), and armored in very heavy Lithium armor consisting of breastplate (covers front/back), helmet, arm guards, and leg guards. They also carry a large round shield emblazoned with the mark of their division. The metal alloy of the armor and shields comes from a mineral found only in Major thus far. Lithium typically can only be found in molten form miles underground, but seismic activity has caused it to be found in a few rare places near the surface at a few locations. This metal can be worked into armor as hard as steel and is strongly resistant to magic of all sorts. It is particularly heavy, however, and because of its nature, cannot be enchanted to be lighter (the Dark Elves have tried for centuries and failed). Nevertheless, Lithium armor is still used by the infantry, and quite effectively at that, thanks to their muscular physiques (the armor serving to make them stronger the longer they wear it, a perpetual work-out). The anti-magic effects of the armor will not provide any extra protection against some spells (such as fireballs, explosive icefalls, and other similar area-effect concussive spells) but is very effective against enchanted weapons, magicked arrows, and person-targeted spells (such as lightning bolts and magic missiles). The infantry makes up the backbone of the army, and contains the highest number of troops. Expertly trained in a wide variety of fighting tactics, on a variety of different terrains, and totally fearless, this is one of the most well-respected (if not outright feared) and highly effective military shock-troops in the world. The Infantry, by itself and working alone without any of the other military branches, has achieved remarkable victories in the past over much more numerous and powerful foes. It is perhaps a fortunate thing for others that the Amazonians are no longer seeking to expand their borders. The Cavalry consists mainly of centaurs. Armed with powerfully strung even-made composite longbows (most are enchanted, allowing perfect accuracy for incredible distances) which pack more destructive force than a small ballista. The most lethal aspect of the bows, however, is that most are enchanted to allow the user to visually target enemies far, far away, even beyond normal visual distances. The arrows are specially constructed by the Dark Elves to pierce even the thickest enchanted armor and the arrowheads designed to shatter inside the target, leaving dozens of sharp metal barbs inside the body. Some Dark Even arrows contain dead poison, while others are designed for other effects (smoke, fire, electrical shock, etc.). Centaur troops are capable of a high degree of accuracy with their bows even while running at full speed (though certainly more deadly when standing still), making them a highly maneuverable and very deadly military unit. The secondary weapon of the Centaurs is the long spear. When hurled, these weapons do more damage than even the arrows from the composite bows, but the range is halved. Most human-sized foes would not survive a direct hit, but the rare local venom applied to these weapons (courtesy of the Dark Elves) ensures that even a scratch would quickly lead to sickness (and eventual death). The third weapon of the cavalry is the shield and sword, when battle is at close range. A two-handed sword is a one-handed weapon in the hands of the massive centaurs, and the huge shield is twice the size of a typical infantry shield. During times of war the Centaurs shod their hooves in spiked metal. The mass rushing attack of the Centaur cavalry is terrifying to behold, and the sheer weight of these huge warriors would crush even the most well-armored foe. Excellent night-vision also allows the Centaurs to function just as well in dark conditions as in daylight. The Artillery, made up of Giants and Dark Elves and Half-Elves, is divided into two types: Heavy and Light. Heavy Artillery units are comprised of the Giants. The Heavy Artillery division includes truly massive siege weapons capable of inflictingtremendousdamage. Most of these siege weapons can only be operated by Giants (because of the size of the machines and the strength required to load them). The ammunition is often of three types, the first is a type of sphere which explodes on impact and throws out tiny metal pellets in all directions with great force (anti-personnel). The second is a huge heavy sphere with 8 spiked 10-foot chains attached to it which is fired at solid structures (effectively punching through walls or destroying buildings). The third is a spiked ball which can be filled with various payloads (flaming oil, diseased substances, explosive chemicals, etc.). The Giants possess many different types of siege weapons (and new ones are always being tested) but seldom take part in the invasion of other lands. These horrific weapons of destruction are used only in the defense of Major, fortunately. The Light Artillery comprises the Half-Elves and Dark Elves. Master snipers, these troops are able to fire at the enemy from great distances away with unerring accuracy. Using smaller versions of the bows made for the Centaurs, the Dark Elves and Half-Elves are no less deadly with them and, given sufficient time, can whittle away any army into nothing with constant sniping from up to a mile away. Also masters of stealth, the Dark Elves and Half-Elves can cause just as much damage and chaos when up close and unseen. The forests and wooded hills are their preferred killing grounds, and hit-and-run tactics are their main strategy. It is rare when these units fight on open ground, but they are expertly trained to do so, nevertheless. Armed with Mikhail short swords and armored in Mikhail chain and helmets, these troops can sneak into enemy territory silently (owing to enchanted even boots), slit the throats of guards, sleeping troops, sentries, etc., and quickly make their way back out before an alarm can be sounded. When defending city walls, the Dark Elves and Half-Elves typically man the light siege weapons of their own design. Less destructive than those of the Giants, these weapons can be fired more often, owing to a rapid auto-fire mechanism limited only by the amount of ammunition on hand. The Navy comprises mostly Humans and Aquatics (Sea Elves, Tritons, and Mermaids). The Humans serve aboard large Triremes, which are armed with siege weapons fore and aft as well as huge and very sharp "beak" on the front of the ship below the water line (this weapon used for ramming). The Human troops are armed with bows and spears for distance attacks, and swords/shields for close-up fighting and boarding. The ships are treated WTH a special resin found in the area to be fire-resistant. The sails and decks are lined with the same resin. It's possible to still set fire to an Amazonian warship, but it takes much longer (or requires a much higher degree of heat). For this reason, the Amazonian warships typically employ fire against other vessels, since there's less risk to themselves. Of special note is a hot sticky flaming liquid that the Amazonians have discovered (and kept a closely guarded secret) which has thus far proven to be very effective against most other vessels and troops. Fired from a cannon (via a pump mechanism), "Amazonian Fire" has a range of up to 120 yards and continues to burn on the surface of the water for nearly an hour. These large warships are only used in the open sea, out beyond the reef wall. Inside the shallow sea the Amazonians employ smaller, quicker, and more maneuverable warships dubbed Destroyers. These vessels are wind-powered (though they can be oared if necessary) and lighter armed than the huge Triremes, with a much shallower draft, allowing them to skim over the deadly reefs below and easily dart past exposed rocks. Neither ship is particularly effective during a storm or bad sailing conditions, however, and are prone to capsize when faced by extremely rough seas with exceptionally high waves. The Aquatic troops make up the Marines and are specially trained to fight below the surface of the sea. Using sharp coral spears tipped with lethal venom (from a variety of sea creatures), wickedly barbed short swords, and sturdy tridents, they are able fighters beneath the waves. They normally employ their loyal dolphins, quite intelligent sea mammals, in their attack strategies. The Dolphins are capable of shooting through the sea at great speed and striking a swimming target with tremendous force, killing most human sized foes with one hit, and stunning larger ones. The Tritons, and Mermaids are capable of surviving on the surface for only short times without special magical aid to allow them to breathe the air (not so for the Sea Elves, who can breathe both air and water), so they have perfected "hit-and-submerge" tactics to an art form. They are also expert saboteurs, using hand drills to pierce the hulls of ships, and large ropes and nets equipped with barbed grapnels to latch onto the sides of smaller vessels and capsize them (using the combined might have several Aquatics working together). The effectiveness of these troops are strictly limited to the seas, but they are quite capable forces in their element. Part of Major's defenses is the terrain of the country itself. There is a huge reef wall that surrounds the islands and the coastline which would tear the bottom out of even the sturdiest of vessels (and even metal-hulled ships fare no better) and the sea around the islands and coast is very shallow, and almost a maze of channels. Seagoing Amazonians are well-aware of how to navigate the shallow sea, but foreign captains typically have no access to this information (hence the unusually high number of shipwrecks at the bottom of the sea). Even careful Amazonian vessels sometimes founder or get washed up on the shoals during sudden storms, so weather patterns are carefully monitored and the advice of the Aquatic races of Major is well-respected by the Navy. Spells cast into the country from areas outside of it don't seem to work (or work very poorly), for unexplained reasons. The dual effect is that spells cast from Major into other countries also has the same difficulty. It is as if there is some unseen barrier or screen of static that interferes with the transmission of long-range spells. Magic cast inside the nation works quite well, however, but only for the Amazonians, it seems. Many foreign spell casters who have visited the country have reported that they still had problems working their magic, whereas the native born Amazonian spell casters had no such problems. Some believe that the MANA of the region differs from that of other areas and merely takes a long period of time for the body to soak it in before magic can be properly cast. The military does contain some spell casters but exactly how many may vary greatly (this is perhaps done intentionally so that the enemy never know precisely what the capabilities are of any given legion). Knowledge of every inch of the terrain in their country (a byproduct of constant patrols and maneuvers) gives the Amazonians a huge advantage when fighting invaders in their own country. However, the Amazonians are at an equaldisadvantagewhen fighting abroad in strange lands. Lifestyle: Amazonians are a no-nonsense, practical, industrious, and brave people. Some detractors have compared them to ants, forever toiling away, serving their queen and society with single-minded fanaticism, and fiercely fighting as a single unit with steely determination. Others have compared the country to a vast beehive, no less apt an analogy, since bees serve their queen with total loyalty, are usually female, hard-working, fight bravely, and typically force males completely out of the hive. An interesting pair of comparisons, given that the very first known race to colonize Major were, indeed, a race of sentient infection creatures. In Major, unlike some other countries, sex is seen as a basic necessity and practiced openly and often. Public orgies are typical, usually taking place as part of some religious service, holiday, or royal decree. Lust is viewed by Amazonians as a positive emotion, and romance is looked down upon as a foolish and wasteful frivolity. Sex with multiple partners is common, and there is no stigma attached to it, but there is a stigma attached to prudery and having relations with only one partner (which is rude in Major). The sense of moral outrage some foreigners might feel towards a "whore" is exactly the same disdain Amazonians would feel towards those who typically abstain from sex, seeing such individuals as either conceited or timid. Unsurprisingly, in sexual matters the Amazonians are as fierce and brazen as they are in combat; it's just another type of battlefield to explore and conquer. Sex between females and females is common, as it also is between fut as and fut as, and fut as and females. There are virtually no sexual taboos in Major, and certain open celebrations that are fun and lively to the Amazonians would likely cause total shock and even disgust to envoys from a few other lands. This doesn't deter the Amazonians in the slightest and most look upon it as a good thing, sort of like "weeding" a garden in order to keep it in order. Amazonians abroad, however, are respectful of the ways of their hosts, whatever they may be. Amazonian travelers to other nations may politely engage in sex, but in most circumstances they are only biding their time until they return to Major in order to indulge all theirtruecarnal desires. Amalorians are always born to a FTA and a full female. Babies are born as either FTA or full female. Typically, the pregnant mothers deliver with the help of a priestess, as all priestesses are well-trained in healing and many possess regenerative magic to aid the process. After being born, the child is raised by either the FTA or female parent (sometimes both) until the age of six. The child is then raised by the state and educated/trained by the military until age 18. The age range varies depending on different races (Dark Elves, for example, start later in life), but the time span of service is roughly equivalent. Even after the training/education period ends, the individual is forever part of the military and it remains a lifelong duty. Strengths:Military might (first and foremost, one of the most experienced and best trained armies in the region at present, and can quickly mobilize virtually the entire population with incredible speed), usually pleasant climate, abundant (and still largely untapped) resources, divine magic (at times this is also a weakness), sexual hedonism, effective communication system that allows quick coordination and information dispersal, and the entire area is a veritable archaeological treasure trove. Weaknesses:Unstable geology (earthquakes, volcanic activity), occasional very powerful hurricanes (typhoons and floods), no males are allowed to remain here (only females and fut as can be citizens), history of poor relations with other countries, foreign spell casters at a disadvantage (though this is also a strength if faced by hostile mages), no spell-casting units, no flying capability, and some very dangerous predatory creatures/monsters exist in the wilderness and the ruins. Quote Any leader can have up to six points attributed to the following skills Fighting (how good the leader is when alone fighting someone or something)Tactics (How good the leader is at coordinating a group of 10 to 50 others)Strategy (How good your leader is at coordinating multiple groups)Magic: Weather Magic: plants Magic: Imbuing (creating single use magical items)Magic: Charms Magic: Summoning My 3 main characters Tyrant Queen Alessandra(( 3 Tactics: 0Strategy: 3Magic: 0* * * * * * * * * *Battle-Mistress Gymnasthena(( 2 Tactics: 2Strategy: 2Magic: 0* * * * * * * * * *High Priestess Marina(( 1Tactics: 0Strategy: 1Magic (Charms): 1Magic (Summoning): 3* * * * * * * * * * "But my queen, what can these nations possibly provide us that we cannot easily manufacture here? They are the most ludicrous examples of what happens when the goddesses are not obeyed..." War-Mistress Gymnasthena began."AND a few have even been cursed by their own!" High Priestess Marina hastily added, crossing her arms." That is why we are tasked to open up relations with them." Cool intoned the Tyrant Queen as she gazed at the two most powerful people in the nation, below her of course. The closest thing she had to friends, though it was a wary relationship." But they are filled with the highest degree of hubris, they honestly think they can defeat us in battle, some display the most obnoxious arrogance that it was all I could do not to slay them where they stood!" The War-Mistress spat the words out with obvious disgust." Yes, and some have said the same about us, I am sure. And besides not all of them are so foolish. The defeats we easily handed them during their last aborted invasions was not a lesson lost on the wise." the Queen replied, lifting a silvery cup on a nearby table and studying the intricate engravings. "Besides, it is good if their military underestimates our capabilities. It works in our favor for them to continue doing so at their extreme peril."" Ah, so you have plans to invade? This 'diplomatic nonsense' is just a ruse then?" Gymnasthena smirked." No, I plan to consolidate the holdings we have and this will take time. This 'diplomatic nonsense' is very real and not a deception. I will need capable people I can trust to embark on these important information-gathering missions to other lands." The Queen answered, setting down the cup." What about the males?" Marina asked, arching an eyebrow. "For ages the priestesses of the 12 Divines have kept the sperm pools pure, surely you do not plan to infect them now with foreign males polluting it with their taint."" Rest easy, Marina, I am not advocating the abandonment of Amazonian law, merely sending envoys out to see where things now stand. As you know, we are not the most well-liked nation among our neighbors. They make multitudes of excuses, hide behind veiled lies, and write history books with glaring omissions, but the fact remains they don't like us because we've bloodied their noses in the past, and they know we could have done much more than that if we'd wanted to. However, it's poor strategy to take more land than one reasonably needs or can competently defend. Better, and more cost-effective, to set them up as trading partners and get their resources that way. We also avoid the contamination of their cultures and maintain our own integrity." The Queen replied, walking over to a tapestry, idly feeling the fabric." Feh, I doubt any sane Amazonian would likely be overjoyed to adopt the ways of several of those lands I've been informed of, anyway." The High Priestess said, curling her upper lip." Correct. So what are you worried about?" Queen Alessandra nodded at Marina." The goddesses protect us with their mighty powers here, but when we go abroad we are rolling the dice. It is not safe and a great risk." Marina answered, looking wary. Nothing worthwhile is anything less." Shot back the Queen. "Trust in me, Marina. You are not the only one who hears the requests of the Goddesses."" If this is all to come to pass, then, what is your intent?" Gymnasthena queried. The Queen's cold blue eyes regarded her general. "Simple. My plan is to investigate a handful of nations and see if they can prove useful to us. I have set my eye on Bella, Velar, Vassal, Astoria, Interim and Fourth Oriel."" I thought Mu'Fürth Oriel was just a myth." Gymnasthena replied." No, several tritons have confirmed it is quite real, but well hidden and far deeper below the waves than many would have suspected." The Queen answered, revealing a mystery not known to most Amazonians." Well, that only leaves one of the aquatic Amazonians to perform the task of envoy there." Gymnasthena added, nonplussed by the revelation." Not so. The priestesses have enchanted a ring that allows the wearer to breathe underwater and survive the enormous pressure of even the deepest submarine abyss. It was costly to create, so only a few exist at present. I had been meaning to use it to tour some of the aquatic temples in the shallow sea and take part in several rituals there, but..."" Well, then you can put the ring to better use by going to Mu'Fürth Oriel." Queen Alessandra replied, sharply, cutting off Marina in mid-sentence." Yes, your majesty." Marina responded, knowing better than to countermand what was effectively a direct order from the Tyrant Queen." And of me?" War-Mistress Gymnasthena asked, dropping to one knee." I have already sent messengers to the other nations, and await a reply. Whichever nation is the first to reply that they will accept you as envoy of Major is the one you will be sent to."" Very well, your highness." Gymnasthena said, with a bow." There will be a third envoy, to come later, but you two will handle the initial task. Instructions will be given to you both before you embark, and you are expected to return here regularly to my court until your diplomatic replacements are chosen. While in your host countries you are expected to learn as much as you can and be respectful of your hosts. If they prove to be dishonorable and bring you to harm you can rest assured that you will be either rescued or avenged. The 12 Divines do not look lightly on breaking the vow of hospitality between guest and host. I shall also keep a tight leash on any envoys they send here. Should they be foolish enough to send male envoys, knowing our strict policy against males, they will be met with an icy reception and soon sent back home." The Queen intoned, evenly, thinking about possibly relaxing this rule if she found the males exotic enough. The undersea Nagar of Mu'Fürth Oriel had some erotic potential, as did perhaps one of the big demons from Velar..." We shall begin preparations to embark at once, your majesty!" Gymnasthena barked, standing now and donning her helmet. "Come, Marina, there will are many things I would speak to you of before we go." As the second and third most powerful Amazonians departed the throne room, the Tyrant Queen watched them go, and icily regarded a map on the wall, a candle near its edge. How easy it would be for the flame to lick just a few inches higher and burn the corner and allow the flame to spread across the entire map until it was destroyed. How small and inoffensive the candle was when compared to a torch or bonfire, yet given enough time, was capable of causing just as much destruction." Let the 12 Divines decide." With a chilling smirk, the Tyrant Queen turned and walked away.***************************************************************************On the next morning the Tyrant Queen was surprised to find a trio of Dark Elves petitioning for an audience. Her curiosity aroused, the Queen allowed them to approach and discovered their news was quite interesting, indeed. While exploring a new cavern complex on a Southern island they had come across a titanic stone statue, in ruins, but obviously depicting a reptile man. Alerting the scholars and the priestesses, it was soon learned, via magical means, the statue was well over a million years old and definitely of the Second Age, the era when the reptile men ruled the world. Exploring further, it was found the statue contained some sort of jewel inside its chest. Despite repeated and determined efforts by the Diviners and the Sacred Seers in the priesthood, no information spells seemed to work on the jewel. It gave off a powerful magical aura, so strong that its upper limits can only be guessed at, but it still contained a powerful magical essence that has not diminished one iota in all these years. Not sure what else to do, the expedition decided to bring this find to the Tyrant Queen herself, and present the jewel and give a full report. Queen Alessandra calmly regarded the jewel...more of a crystal, really...which gave off a very faint bluish glow." Thank you for bringing this to my attention. I shall endeavor to find other means to unlock its secrets and, if possible, put them to work for the good of all Major. You shall all three be elevated in rank and given a reward."" Praise be to you, your majesty!" The trio then departed, quite pleased with their work, not noticing the worry on the face of their Queen." Send for Marina! At once!" Alessandra bellowed to one of the guards. Shortly, Marina appeared through the archway, naked and covered from head to toe in sperm. "What is it your Highness? I was just blessing the sacred sperm font when I got your request and..."" We have a problem. Do you see this?" The Tyrant Queen held aloft the jewel." Yes, it is gem of some..... No.... that couldn't be...." Marina looked wide-eyed in recognition." Yes. It is another. The sages confirmed it as Second Age. I had thought we had gotten rid of them all ages ago. How they work is still as much a mystery now as it was back when Queen Elina took power and united the country."" Few are aware of them, and fewer yet know of the potential rewards and dangers associated with them." Marina added, a bit nervously." Correct. That is why I wish for you to take this item to Vassal and perhaps see if the Lizard folk there can provide any further information. It may take some...convincing....but I'm sure you are able to see it is for the greater good. I suspect the Lizard folk that dwell there are distantly related to the great Reptile Men of the Second Age, and they may have information deep in their archives relating to these crystals. It cannot be allowed for these devices to be uncovered by pure chance. Sooner or later someone will unwittingly..." The Queen's voice trailed off, thinking about the disappearance ten years ago of Battle-Mistress Clytemnestra, Gymnasthena's sister." I completely agree." the High Priestess continued. This cannot be left to a regular messenger or agent. An important task such as this is one I must bear, and I shall serve you in this, as in all ways, my Queen." With a bow, Marina felt the tug of destiny and a measure of uncertainty as well." Arrangements will be made. You shall depart at once." Alessandra replied, without any hint of emotion. The queen gave the crystal to her High Priestess and watched her leave, unsure if she would ever be seen again. It was a gamble in many ways but one that could be well worth it. In the past, when these crystals had been tampered with it always ended in disaster, but if they could be harnessed they could usher in a new golden age. That alone was worth the life of a single High Priestess, even if it was one she was fond of. Minutes later, outside the door of the throne room the queen heard a loud verbal exchange between her guards and one seeking the queens' audience. This was a time the guards knew that the queen usually desired to be alone with her thoughts to plan matters and their pleas to insist her being left alone were addressed clearly to the visitor. It seemed however the visitor thought her need should prove an exception. All did. Alessandra's nation was a proud one, and thus strong perspectives were very common. Such driven views greatly aided success on the battlefield however unlike other cultures it didn't take much for many she governed to set aside simple courteous to try and see matters resolved." I must see her"a feminine voice pleaded"She must rest !"one of the guards responded"If it is urgent and needs fast resolution seek Marina or another high official, Impressive our queen maybe she is mortal she needs rest, mainly rest from the likes of those barging into her own room expecting her time is theirs. "The other guard seemed more sympathetic"Look Fiona, this is the third time we have been through this the answer is still no. Other nations would have you in a cell to teach you that testing the patience with royalty decrees must be made an example of. Alessandra is more lenient with traditions if she sees it adversely effecting her own, she even permits others addressing those high on a first name basis sometimes. She doesn't make many rules but the ones she does for a reason... you have not seen her when her own patience is thin Fiona, please for the sweet love of all divines try and find another to see to what has upset you""Look you two you will not send me away this time. Marina deals with spiritual matters, Gymnasthena with war things, what I know of is something I fear their own bias may color views on. Yes she is my Queen - so I should obey where I should, but in the same breath SHE is MY queen. If I need a queen to see to something. SHE is mine to do so ! Or do you think she is not capable of being so, and I should seek another?" At this the guards paused. "Damn it Fiona, your hot headed you just don't know how wrathful your queen can be if her rest is disturbed. She may have you killed or worse. She has had to deal with Marina recently, and she is a handful even for the queen. We can tell by the tone of her voice when she is annoyed and frustrated she may very well take out her frustration on you. Don't be arrogant to think your cause is large in her eyes whatever it is. She deals with those as passionate as yourself ALL THE TIME. She had guests last night and trust me from what we heard she had no sleep then, so she needs this nap now. In order for her to rule properly she needs to have a mind that is sharp and for that to happen she needs her rest. It's that simple. Ensuring so is our job""Ah what is the point of having a Queen if she is the queen if every time I want to see her something more important prevents it happening?"" That's why we have officials Fiona ! Speak your mind to them and if they deem it something that should come to the Queens attention they will see to it""If they deem ? They deem ? They have their own agendas they would put in front of others, that is what they do ... and that is what they do well. What about if I deem it ? If nothing else I am a citizen of Major and I seek audience with MY queen. Is there a rule against that?" The guards sighed "Oh Fiona, I pray she is in a humor mood for yours sake and ours if we let you in now she may have our heads for disobeying her wishes to be undisturbed. She has given guards a rule to ensure her rest is private. Allowing this is forcing us to break a rule we have sworn to." The heated exchange continued, so loud and passionate there was no way the queen could manage rest regardless. Regretfully the guards opened the door eyeing each other nervously "nice knowing you" one of them sarcastically mouthed to the other before addressing the queen formally The entrance was shielded on all sides with curtains, allowing the queen to hear the introductions before deciding if she wished to show herself There were folds in the fabric the queen could use to see the entrants without herself being exposed. One that revealed an uncommonly fair skinned FTA.(bowed low before one of the guards spoke"Great queen, our humble apologies for disturbing your rest but a citizen of yours has been most adamant of a matter that only your ears must know of. Our efforts to see such happenings at the formal times is something she pays no heed, if you do not wish to speak with her now shall we refuse her further attempts?" The Tyrant Queen shot a withering and danger-filled stare at her two guards...a chilling gaze that typically freezes all but mere fools. The mightily-hued form of Alessandra leered down from her throne atop the slightly elevated stone dais, her cold steely ice-blue eyes regarding this voluptuous young FTA girl. The queen spread her sexy powerful thighs slightly wider, leaning back in her throne, legs splayed now. Both her semi-hard smooth cocks were completely visible....spectacular, both length and girth, and the huge ball sac beneath was large and packed with thick potent seed." Approach. You may suck." The queen coldly exclaimed. Customarily, all who approach the throne are required to service their queen before pleading their case, and it was not unheard of for Alessandra to take out her hostility on impertinent underlings such as this one. The Tyrant Queen's reputation for callousness and cruelty was well-known in the entire nation. The moment the Queen said approach the guard disappeared. Quickly. Both was expecting the punishment to be a lot worse. Perhaps the true punishment will come later. The queen was lax in creating new rules but ones that were broken were issues she did not forget. Thankful for the day being slightly different, their boots sung them immediately back to their stations. In a heart beat Fiona had what she had fought months to manage. To be alone with the queen. Each part of the kingdom had different dress standards and this was limited to shoes were Fiona came from. Strangely all thoughts concerning issues she wanted the queen to take a stance on vanished in her mind. Hands displayed nervousness and in an effort to hide this Fiona promptly placed them behind her back Fiona was a one of the fut as that was more technically a hermaphrodite, the treatment of which was the issue she initially sought to have the queen resolve. But something changed within Fiona the moment the queens presented herself. It was rumored the queens phalli could hypnotize others in the kingdom, make some fall in lust-love with them at touch. It was also rumors their come had magical effects on those absorbing it, including addiction, these thoughts passed quickly though the young girls mind while flicking a glance at the queens face... Then back to her lions. (was not an over estimation. Their natures were like snakes hypnotizing those that gazed on them. How much was the queens linage's power directed by such abilities was something none would know as none would know the queen if while taken with them. Instinctual Fiona walked quickly towards the queen all the time looking only at the two magical phalli proudly leaving the loins of the beautiful woman. It was well known that the queen currently had not decided on a harem mainly because she had not time or gather one yet, but it was tradition she would, it was just a matter of time. Fiona's nervous hands reached out to the gorgeous topmost member and both of her small hands were not enough to circle its girth. They were heavy, she was of a form unlike most in the kingdom and was not strong. There was no way she could move one of them with one hand alone. The moment she touched it waves of new emotions was sent through her. It was true they were magical. She could feel its sensations as if they were her own. Perhaps an evolutionary matter preventing those servicing the queen from injuring them. Either way the moment that happened the urge to suck was everything. Immediately Fiona fell to her knees and thrust the tip of the topmost phallus into her mouth. Her eyes closed, trying to think of anything else its new sensations flooded though her was impossible.... "Johnny...yes....that's it....yeses....suck it...just like that....OOO...you must open wider, dear if you are to show proper respect." Queen Alessandra rasped, widening her thighs a bit more as she felt the sucking mouth of this tiny supplicant on the enormous bulbous head of her uppermost penis. The tiny her was not a FTA, like the others...she was not physically big and strong like the others...and her bearing was somewhat different from the typical citizen. Alessandra regarded this tiny girl not as a freak, though, but as a unique commodity, a rare and unusual gift which has now been presented to her to utilize to momentarily satiate the gnawing ever-present sexual hunger which is every Amazonian ruler's weakness since the first of the female Tyrants seized power. Alessandra regarded it as a method put in place by the goddesses to keep the mortals in line, but of course, to say as much would invite their wrath for no good reason so she had always kept her own counsel on such matters. Her eyes half lidded, her breathing becoming more labored, and her body slightly undulating on the soft throne, Alessandra's thoughts gradually became muddled as pleasure overtook her. This tiny girl was accomplished at her task...so much so that the Queen placed both hands on the girl's head firmly and began to slowly drive forward with her hips, not content to wait for her to get used to the incredible girth. Alessandra hissed between clenched teeth as she struggled to get her cock into the girl's tight wet throat, gagging her and from the sounds the girl was making, possibly even dislocate her jaw. Not caring for the girl's aching jaw, Queen Alessandra continued slowly going deeper, trying to get at least half of her cock into this girl's gullet just to see if the young one could take that much without passing out. The priestesses were always on hand if things turned out too badly, after all. They were always on duty, as Alessandra didn't believe in being gentle nor kind in her quest for either power or pleasure. A point had to be made to all who sought favors from a Tyrant Queen of Major. Her lower cock resting heavily on the girl's chest like an ogre's club, Alessandra moaned again, eager to make this little slut puke on her cock, and it wouldn't take very long from the sounds of distress she was making. Still, Alessandra had to feel a small degree of respect for the spirit the small one was showing for someone her size. To Alessandra's surprise, the girl's cheeks hollowed out as she started to actually SUCK on the massive member. Such boldness! Yes...this one was a true Amazonian in spirit, defiant to the last. There were many stone carvings in ancient temples depicting religious scenes which Fiona had seen. Not many didn't mention nature of significance of the Queen's phallus', some focused exclusively on it. Those that did detail them most directly temples that held symbols most scholars didn't understand. Those that claimed they did imply things that others found it too hard to believe. All mentioned though that the two phalli was a true sign of Royalty - the touch of the goddess. That have natures of their own which helps the regent manage the fiery populous. With many of the nation being so warlike and hotblooded - sometimes charm is not enough. Sometimes biological control is needed and thus the reason for the goddess' gift to her chosen. As Fiona managed the first movement of the topmost phallus' enormous head which completely filled her mouth ... the reoccurring themes came to a mind. Like flashes of symbols and their heated meaning. The first ... the semen is strongly addictive Some suitable for it can become dependent on it for sustenance and find themselves allergic to other foods The second - unlike seeds of most animals - the queens seed impregnates every cell of those like Fiona - forcing the person to change into a nature which may manage motherhood. The third ... that only rare FTA's like herself who can be entered in both privates at the same time are likely to mother royal offspring. The fourth - it is possible for those who become pregnant by the queen to be pregnant both vaginally and anally in this manner. The firth - during pregnancy it is primary the phalli of the offspring that develop . A pregnancy that only nears completion when the phallus is fully grown. The sixth-during pregnancy the genitalia of the offspring develops outside the mother while the rest develops inside like other ..... there were so many others. Such as under some conditions the hymen regrows, internal organs changing to suit . Some of the come could be added to the water supply to change the emotional state of the populous ... all however were extreme. None really believed them though but what fraction was true was anyone guess for the queens were secretive about these private matters. The first of the powerful thrust's of the queen send the member fast against the back of Fiona's throat time perfectly at the end of one outlet of breath ... instinctively a pressure wave of pre-come from the member partially filled Fiona's lungs. Involuntarily the fluid triggered a reaction in Fiona forcing her to stick against her will in time with the next thrust which immediately dislodged her jaw. One unique property about the terms of the nation is their jaws were like cartilage - and dislocated like a snake. Although nothing was broken, something so abrupt should have been incredibly painful but the head of the queens cock sweated a pain suppressed relieving Fiona of pain which would otherwise send her unconscious. The next thrust borrowed the member far down Fiona's throat ... at the same time the one underneath it extended with full force in between Fiona breasts and below her stomach. The sandwich-motion lifted Fiona off her feet like a rag doll. It should have been so painful ... however Fiona's mind was dominated by sensations the phallus were experiencing forced into her experience ... as the members were hers - experiences of incredible pleasure. Strangely Fiona didn't feel short of air . It seemed as if the pre-come in her lungs acted like it was packed full of air-humors she needed to not suffocate during the act ... The last thing Fiona remembered was being Braced by both shoulders as the queen thrust again ... this time sending the tip of the first member straight into Fiona's own stomach... The Tyrant Queen enjoyed the sensation of this petite FTA choking and gagging on her huge upper cock...her tiny throat squeezing and squeezing it...working it over as she struggled. Alessandra gripped Fiona's small shoulders firmly again and gave another sharp and unexpected thrust, watching the girl's eyes widen and water, her tears flowing down her face as she retched on the huge thick club that was lodged deeply down her gullet. Elissandra savored the sensation of Fiona's stomach on her cock head, the smooth slick inner lining rubbing against it so nicely. Gritting her teeth, her eyes still filled with cold and callous disdain, the Tyrant Queen gave another sharp jab, spearing another 6 inches of her cock down Fiona's throat. The poor girl was vomiting all around Alessandra's upper dick, but it was nothing but slimy saliva coming out, her belly being empty before. The Queen enjoyed the sounds and the sensations, and it only seemed to spur her on to even worse treatment as she spat in the face of Fiona, just for pure malice...watching the gooey glob run down her face. She watched as Fiona struggled to remain conscious, the petite fut as eyes going glassy as she sucked more for air than to please the Queen. With uncharacteristic mercy, Alessandra decided to spare this one and hear her story. Alessandra's pre-cum could keep the girl from suffocating, butjustbarely. And there had been a few unexpected 'incidents' in the past involving others who did not get the benefit of the Queen's pre-cum beforehand. The Tyrant Queen pulled out so that only the big bulbous head was still lodged in the FTA's mouth, noticing her dislocated jaw and smiling inwardly at her handiwork. With a wet POP the Queen pulled her cock completely free, the massive member bouncing slightly. Long ropes of saliva and vomit hung from the queen's massive upper member and Fiona's face and chin. Alessandra let the girl gasp for air...hearing her coughing and choking served to arouse the sadistic Queen even more. Brutally, the Queen rammed her upper cock into Fiona's mouth again, going just as deep as before and holding her cock there for a moment this time, as if to make a point that she could snuff out this petite upstart any time she desired, and clearly what their roles were to be. To Alessandra's surprise, however, the tiny FTA took a long hard suck on her cock as she pulled it out this time, making another wet POP as the head left her mouth and the whole length bounced free while Fiona gasped again for breath. Without hesitation, Alessandra plowed her enormous member into Fiona's tight gullet once more, still gripping her shoulders for leverage, and once more the girl's cheeks hollowed out around the huge thick shaft as she pulled out. Soon a steady rhythm was established, the lower cock continuing to rub back and forth against Fiona's small chest for stimulation, pressing against it rather heavily. The chamber was filled with wet sucking sounds from Fiona's mouth, and the in-and-out motions of the Queen's cock fucking her throat, interspersed with chokes, gags, and retches by Fiona (who, despite her best efforts still had some degree of difficulty accommodating the Queen) and grunts and groans from Alessandra. The entire room reeked of sweaty sex by now and there was a small pool of saliva and puke at the base of the throne beneath Fiona's mouth. Then, after about twenty more minutes, the Queen let out a deep groan as she forced the entire length of her upper cock down Fiona's visibly stretched gullet. Alessandra was standing now and hunched over Fiona in a semi-crouch, her lower right hand firmly grasping Fiona's throat and jacking her own cock from the outside, her left hand tangled in Fiona's long silky hair. A steady string of obscenities escaped the Queen's mouth as she skull-fucked the tiny FTA as hard as possible, showing no mercy. Again and again she spit in Fiona's face, treating her with utter contempt as she prepared to unload a royal blast that would only serve to be a temporary respite from her savage all-consuming lusts. A few powerful thrusts sent the end of the foremost member of the queen far further into Fiona than most would think possible. Fiona's frail arms held the member below her instinctively and soon her legs braced it also. Many things seemed to change in Fiona, but one thing felt certain. The last few thrusts had lodged the phallus in her solidly. A few attempts from the strong queen confirmed it. Being trapped on was something Fiona feared. But there wasn't much she would do about it now. Fiona's lungs however were full of the come that would allow her to manage without air thankfully. The sacred books did mention that this was expected to happen however it couldn't have come at a more inconvenient time. A tremor erupted around the palace. It was made on a place which was far from volcanoes still tremors had in the past sent areas of the city into caves that riddled the area below. This was a small one and the palace was build to withstand them however there would be parts of the city that may be more affected. Luckily it was unlikely any areas around the palace would have been damaged. "Uuhhhhhhhhnnn......." The Tyrant Queen groaned, enjoying the last dregs of her intense orgasm...both her cocks shot pint-loads of sperm, the upper one right down Fiona's tight wet squeezing gullet, the lower all over Fiona's chest and face, the tremendous club-like member stimulated from rubbing back and forth against Fiona's chest and neck. Thick whitish gooey sperm squirted out from the sides of the young FTA's mouth as Alessandra unmercifully continued her assault, spearing the entire length of her thick penis down Fiona's sucking throat, pumping with sharp and savage thrusts that bore no love, affection, or tenderness. Only domination and callousness. Again and again, Fiona's nose pressed flat against Alessandra's strong abdomen, and the room echoed with the Queen's grunts and moans and the gags and sucking sounds which came from Fiona's mouth. The poor young FTA's face was a glistening mess of saliva, sweat, and sperm, slimy strands hanging from her chin and dripping slowly to the floor. The Queen cared little for her supplicant's struggle to endure the blazing pain of her dislocated jaw and the light-headed glassy-eyed stare from her tear-filled eyes as she coldly and casually looked down at her between her massive cleavage. Elissandra continued to throat-fuck the young FTA for several minutes even after her orgasms had subsided, then with utter disdain, she pulled her upper cock out of Fiona's throat. A sucking sound followed the action, then Fiona's coughs and gasps for breath. With wet smacks, the Tyrant Queen slapped Fiona's face several times with her upper penis, then the lower, rubbing them both all over the FTA's slime-coated face, making her virtually unrecognizable now." You have served satisfactorily." The Queen remarked, motioning for Fiona to rise. Alessandra summoned a priestess who presented Fiona with a small cup of orange liquid." Drink, it will instantly mend your jaw. Then you may speak and tell me what you wish, citizen." Alessandra replied, settling back into the throne, both her huge cocks slowly becoming semi-erect. The two guards at the entrance of the hallway maintained their silent vigil, both knowing full well the Queen was feeling generous and beneficent this day. Award minutes passed after the hermaphrodite drunk the juice and sure enough as the queen suggested feeling started returning to her numb jaw. A simple dress seemed nearby, and the her donned it somehow feeling the need to have some shield between the and the queen's aggression. Her eyes were powerful and piercing which scared the her no end. ... instinctively the girl braced herself against a far wooden wall ... fearfully contemplating the penises becoming erect again.(reason for interrupting the queen seemed like on a land far away - immediate fears of self-preservation admits such a powerful presence dominated the young girls mind... to the queen's question the girl silently whimpered, and instinctively her legs moved towards her chest while her hands sort refuge in her hair, now a lighter shade from recent white come of the queen. Although the thin dress hid the fact from the queens direct stare - as if it had a life of its own the hermaphrodites penis enlarged in a smaller mimic of the queens - and started banana-curl towards the chest of the fearful girl - as if seeing comfort also. After that how could words do anything other than fail the poor girl ...

Kings and Queens ----- The Nation of Amalor|rating:4.0

The new maid (playfullchick76 and BigBadWolf)

It was a warm summer evening at Prague. The old city was nicely lit up creating a unique mood between modern technology and medieval times. Many people go out to restaurants and bars, to enjoy their time. Many tourists visited the sights. The night crowed filled the streets especially the old part of the town. The city offered much entertainment, but there was one that was hidden from most people. It was a secretive society which had a center in Prague.(Newark (was one of the member of this society. He was very rich, but he kept that for himself. He didn't show himself around with expensive cars, or put himself on every social media. Also, he knew were things that you can not buy.Currently, he was waiting in a very special bar. It was the front of a BDSM club. It was his club, and mostly wealthy people was here with their slaves. Of course for most of them it was an act, and for a few it was a very real slavery. The bar had a low lightning, and the furniture was elegant and modern. At the first glance there was nothing out of the ordinary. But after a closer look the observer could notice collars or chains around some peoples neck. A woman sitting next to a man whose hand was in her lap. The woman face red, and had a hard time to control her breathing. Two man sitting at a table both of them has dreamy expression on their face while a pair of legs could be seen under the table. Andrej looked at his watch. Taylor the girl he met online should be here soon. She will have to go through the bouncer first. He told her to tell her name, and that she is his guest and he would let her in. Also, Oleg is a very friendly bouncer, he doesn't look like a big gorilla with an always angry expression. He looks like a very fit businessman in suit. After she had to walk to the bar and pass the tables. He wondered if she would notice what was going on at some of the tables. After all she said she had never tired any BDSM stuff she just very curious. Also, he requested that she should wear a very prevailing outfit. He left it to her to decide how far she would go. That is why Andrej invited her here, to get some first-hand experience. Or at least he wants Taylor to believe that. Taylor had always wanted to go to Prague, and now she was here, in an old part of the city, one of the oldest, she had been told, heading for a private club to meet a man she had met online. She had been in England and in a travel chat room when they had met. She had studied and brushed up on her French and German before leaving, and started off on her travels. Her shoulder-length red hair and sensual body got her attention, and help whenever she asked for it. Making her way through both countries, she arrived in Prague by train and checked into her hotel. Checking the address, she changed into a low cut black minidress and heels, brushed her hair back and applied make up before heading out to the club he had asked her to meet her at. Having written down the name, she found it after a fifteen-minute walk into the old part of the city and stood in front of the outside security. Giving her name to the man holding the iPad, she told him that she was a friend of Andrej. He didn't look intimidating, but she assumed that he could take down anyone who caused trouble, making her feel better. Smiling as he told her to follow her, she did exactly that, following him into the club. She had been curious about BDSM for a while, but had never truly tried it, she had been too nervous to, but he had been into it, and promised to introduce her to it at the club. She saw couples with each other, at booths and at tables. As he leads her past the bar, she nearly stopped as she saw a man leading a woman behind her, a chain in his hand, connected to a collar around her neck, then a woman who was clearly pleasuring a man with her hands as they sat at their table. Everyone here was into it, and as she focused on a man pulling his slave girl in close by her collar and chain, she shook at the image of her in a collar, with a chain leash from it to his hand, with her dressed in fetish attire, or nothing even. Even in the low light, she was picking up things. This was a private BDSM club alright, one that he was a member of, that made her a guest. More and more curious as he leads her to the back, she walked quicker to the back, where Andrej was waiting for her. When Andrej heard them coming his way, he turned on the bar chair, and smiled at her. She looked gorgeous in her dress, even better than he hoped." It's a pleasure to finally meet you in person Miss Taylor" he said and offered his hand. However, when she reached out to shake it, he instead took her hand and placed a soft kiss on the back of her hand. It wasn't just a little breeze, his lips actually touched her skin. Then he let go of her hand, and offered a place at the bar." I hope you easily find your way here. So how do you like this club? I think you've already noticed things are different here." he said. While he waited for her answer, Taylor could see that Andrej's eyes roam over her body, before he looks back up to her eyes. She hoped that he looked like his picture, as not all profile pictures looked like the real thing. As she was lead closer to someone at the bar, and he turned around, she smiled as he looked exactly like his profile picture, very handsome. "Thank you for inviting me, it's so good to meet you in person as well," she replied, extending her hand to him. She had no idea if he would take it, or shake it, but he added to his appeal by taking her hand in his and bringing it up to his lips to kiss, bringing another smile to her face, a sweet one." Thank you," she said, taking a seat with him and setting her purse on the bar." I did, I just followed the directions and here it was. Its unique," she said, glancing around at the patrons. "So, you do this sort of thing here, or just at home. I've been curious for a while, but you said you could show me even more about this world, and I'm ready," she added as he was giving her a complete look over, liking what he saw, as most men did. He wasn't too bad on the eyes either, she realized as she was looking him over as well. He liked the fact that she also checked him out. Furthermore, he was wearing a simple back shirt with a black trouser. Nothing really fancy." I would say home and also here. This club has a lot of equipment which might not fit into someone's home. Sometimes not because of the space, but because you don't want a stocks on display in your living room." Andrej reached out to her and touched her cheek with two fingers. Then he started to move them down slowly stroking her neck down her collar bone then his fingers slid along her shoulder." Ready? Yes you seem eager. So you ready to be my slave girl for tonight?" he asked and moved his hand back to her face. He stroked it now with his whole palm and moved it under her chin. His thumb moved to her lips and gently stroked them. He watched her reaction carefully. He was thinking to offer her a drink beforehand, but it seemed she just couldn't wait to jump in. Of course, she didn't know he had other plans for her. He already liked her very much, and he wanted to keep her. She would make an excellent slave for him. "Home and here, I can tell that this is your second home, and I can see why, you're surrounded by....so much," she said with a smile, as she could imagine the conversation regarding stocks in a living room. She hadn't told anyone about Andrej, or that she was even coming here, as he was her secret, and she found that she liked having a secret."yes, I can see how that would be a...problem," she added, sitting very still as he caressed down her cheek, to her neck, then across her shoulder. This was it, what she had been thinking about ever since she had left her hotel, to be his slave girl for the night. Letting him touch and caress her how he wanted to, she shook, with the anticipation making her tremble against his touch. He was used to this, used to being dominant, and arousing." Yes, Master, I'm ready to be your slave girl tonight," she said, hoping that she sounded as confident as she wanted to be. She could picture a lot of things, collars, hoods, restraints, corsets, being made to service him, anything and everything came to mind. She was impatient to be his, but had no idea that this would be her last night of freedom. He could see the eagerness and even hearing in her voice. She instantly called him Master, even before he laid out the rules. However, Andrej decided he will go slow. He didn't want to rush things. She was like a present to him, and he didn't want to unwrap it the moment he got it. Also, he liked teasing his slaves. His hand moved under her chin, and he gently pulled her closer." Kiss me" he said, and it was Taylor turn to lean in. When her lips were pressed to his, he kissed her gently. He didn't push his tongue into her mouth, and he didn't let her in ether if she tried that. However, his hand slid down on her neck, while they kissed, and gently caressed her chest. After a good minute he pushed her away, and broke the kiss." As sweet as I thought" he said and gave her a little smile. "At the back there are several rooms which have a lot of gear. I see you can't wait to get there, but I decide how things going. You better used to it" he took a little pause before he said the last word "slave."" We go to that booth there" he indicated with his head "and we will have a little intimate chat." he said and stood up. When Taylor stood too, he put one of his arm around her waist, and they walked to the empty booth together. He let her sit in first then he sat right next to her. This would be a night she would never forget, she hoped as he caressed her soft skin. She definitely liked him already and couldn't wait to be kneeling, giving herself to him, but she had no idea what he truly had planned for her. Smiling as he asked her to kiss her, she leaned in and pressed her soft lips to his, kissing him again and again, moaning into it as his hand caressed along her slender neck, then down to her breasts as they heaved, as aroused and eager as she was for him. Kissing him again and again, she lost track of time until he ended it and gazed back at her, clearly liking what he saw. Her heart pounded as soon as he mentioned the rooms of gear. She would be transformed tonight, and have a night she would never forget. "Of course Master, this slave understands", she softly replied, trembling as he called her his slave. This was all forbiddingly arousing to her, but it was accepted in a club like this, where she could see what she would be tonight." Of course Master," she said, standing up with him and walking to the booth, guided by his arm wrapped around her waist. Sliding into the booth, she slid further in to let him sit next to her. This was all so sudden, but he was handsome, and intoxicating, and he could make a dream come real. Once they had both sat, he wrapped his hand around her shoulders and pulled her to him. Her body was pressed to his. His other hand moved to her tight and started to gently stroke it." I want to know what can I expect you. So tell me what are you like doing during sex. Also tell me what was the kinkiest thing you've done so far." he whispered int her ear, then he placed a soft kiss under her ear, then another one on her neck, and another one father down before he moved away. His hands didn't stop stroking her tight. First just the top of it, then it slid to the inner region. However, he avoided moving it under her skirt, at least for now. Once she answered his question he asked another one." Tell me one of your fantasy, which you like to think of when you masturbate" he said "Then I want to know when was the last time you had an orgasm". He was more than she had thought he would be. He was possessive and already controlling her, which made this easier and more natural for her. With her body held against his, she shook against him as he caressed her, stroking her skin and asking her what she could do for him, and what she had done thus far. She hadn't done anything like he had thought she had, but she was open to so many things tonight. Before she could even say anything, he placed soft kisses underneath her ear, and down her slender neck, lower and lower, while his hand caressed her smooth thigh, gliding up it, closer to her black lacy panties."mmm, I... I haunt done as much as I...would like to have done. I had a boyfriend at the time cuff my wrists to the bed, and he took me. Furthermore, I wore a sexy nurse outfit for another one, but...one that I love to think of, is me dressed as a maid, with a leather or latex hood, restrained, heels locked on around my ankles, being dominated and taken from behind. That's one that never fails to make me moist," she told him, thinking of the last time she had had an orgasm, it had been recent enough." My last orgasm was two weeks ago, a true orgasm, you mean," she added, trembling and moist under her panties as she told him one of her most forbidden fantasies. How ironic Andrej thought. He indeed wanted a slave maid. Of course, it won't be just some kink, she will have to do what a made would do, plus satisfy him. But he could reveal that her later." Of course. Two weeks? It sounds a lot of time, especially there are someone who try to satisfy you, but fails. The good news that slaves have only true orgasms. You don't have to simulate, nor lie. If you do as you can guess then you will be punished. As far as orgasms go, you always have to ask my permission. No orgasm without the Master permission understood?" He moved his hand which was behind her, grabbed the back of her head and turned Taylor to look straight into his eyes before she answers. She could see in his eyes that there was only one kind of answer she could say. In the same time his other hand finally slid under her skirt, to tease her more sensitive skin. The tip of his fingers touched her panties, but he didn't move further. She had done it, she had told him, and while she was nervous, she felt...liberated for having done so. And he could make that happen, she realized as he told her that only slaves had true orgasms, real ones, that was what she would be having once he made all that happen. Punished, ohhh, that thought and accompanying image made her moisten up even more, and tremble against his body. "MMM...yes Master, your slave understands, no orgasms without your permission", she softly said, whimpering softly as he forced her to look into his eyes. He was strong, domineering, but her heart had never pounded so fast before. She shook as his hand slid closer to her moist panties, she moaned at the soft touch to the material. He was teasing her, keeping her right on the edge, trembling and eager. "Please, please Master, your slave understands", she quickly added. "Good" he said. His hand grabbed her hair, and pulled her head back. The next moment she could feel his lips on her exposed neck, placing kisses moving down. At times, she could feel a little lick from his tongue. He kissed his way down till her cleavage, then again moved away and let her red hair go. He even pulled his hand back under her skirt, and leaned back a bit. Andrej waited a bit, so Taylor could catch her breath." Now slave, you will kiss your Master. Show it how much you desire him" he told her. He was ready to take whatever lustful kiss she wanted to do and would go along with it. However, if she tried to reach to his lower half he would put her hands away. After all he told her to kiss, not to jack him off. This is what she had been waiting for, and now it was happening, she was being treated like the slave of a Master, who was kissing his way down her neck, and gliding his tongue along it as well. Moaning and sighing as she liked how he was kissing down to her cleavage, she shook in her seat, longing for him to tease her folds through her panties, and tried to speak, but couldn't. When she caught her breath at last, she held onto his every word, gazing into his eyes as he told her to kiss him, to show him how much she lusted for him, for what he could do to her, and for her. Leaning in, her lips met his, resting against his and passionately kissing him as they sat there. Kissing him again and again, she tugged on his lip with her teeth, letting go of it and kissing him. Her heart pounded faster as she kissed him, moaning into their kiss, as she showed him how much she lusted for him and wanted to be his slave girl tonight. As they kissed Andrej's hand moved up to grab one of her breasts and squeeze it gently through her clothes to arouse Taylor even more. He let her kiss him for a long minute before he pushed her back." Alright. Come with me." he said, and moved out of the booth. He led Taylor back to the bar, then he turned right and opened door for her. There was a small room with another door. He opened the next door and lead her to a corridor, with six doors three on each side. It was dark, and it was only a few low lights that illuminated it. He went to the end and opened the last door on the left." Here" he let her forward. She walked into one of the club's playroom. It was as large as an average living room. It had some usual furniture, like two chairs, a drawer and some table. But it has some unusual things, like chains hanging from the ceiling with a hook on the end. Also, a human sized cross next to a wall, which had several metal rings on the side. Finally, a Y shaped table with leather straps on it. She also noticed that there was a section of the wall where various whips and canes hang. Andrej closed the door behind her, and locked it. It was a soundproof room, she could yell all she wanted others couldn't hear her. He might even shoot a gun in here and only those would hear it who stands near the door." Alright slave. Undress, then spread your legs and put your hands at the back of your head. Face that wall" he pointed the wall where the cross was. He sat down on a chair which was behind her, and she will face her back to him, once she completes her task. All she could think of was him, and the hot, erotic fun they would have tonight here. She felt more and more aroused, and lost as they kissed, especially when his hand squeezed her breast over her dress and bra, to arouse her even more in the booth, as if she wasn't aroused enough already from him. She didn't care how much time passed, she just loved how his hands took her, and claimed her. Biting her lip gently as he leads the way, she followed him, through the door that he opened for her, and through another door, which lead to six more doors. Straining to see more than that the few lights let her, she stayed right behind him to the last door on the left, and into a...a room that made her heart pound faster than before, a playroom. Her wide open eyes took in the chairs, the drawer, the chains hanging from the ceilings, the cross sized for a person, the Y shaped table, for a man or woman to be secured, and the selection of whips and canes on the wall. Quickly spinning as she heard him close the door and lock it, she knew she was only getting out if he allowed her to, which was erotic, and arousing for her. Quickly moving to obey him, she unzipped her dress and slipped out of it. Hanging it up, she unhooked her bra and let it fall, followed by her panties, which she slid down her hips and thighs, stepping out of them and moving to the wall he had pointed to. Facing it, she spread her thighs well apart, and placed her hands behind her head. She was only feeling excitement and arousal at being treated like a slave like this, being ordered, ready to submit to him. When Taylor took the position Andrej stayed where he was. He waited a few minutes before he reached for a ridding crop and stood up. He started to walk around her in circles." Let's see what have we here" he said. He was checking her out like a farmer would check his live stock." Look down" he said, and to add more weight to his words, he hit her tight with the ridding crop. A loud slap could be heard in the room, it stings badly, and her skin turned to red." Do not move unless you want another one" he warned her. His hand reached out and gently stroked her back from the top to her ass. He gently squeezed her ass cheeks, before moving in front of her. His hand didn't leave her body, it moved across her side and up to her breasts. Again he squeezed them, but now they were skin to skin. He gently pinched her nipples, then the last time he pinched hard causing her pain. Then he moved down to her belly stroking it in circles. He avoided her pussy, and moved to her tights. He stroked the right one first then the left. Finally, he touched her where she wanted the most. His fingers lightly grazed her aroused lips between her legs." You can be so easily aroused" he told her with a smirk and pulled his hand away. "Tell me slave, if you were in control, what would you like to happen next?" he asked her as he walked behind her. "There is no wrong answer here just honest. Lies are punished." This was further than she had ever gone, or thought she would go, and standing naked, trembling, and aroused, had her yearning for more. She was nervous and excited at the same time, she realized, standing there and waiting for him to do something, anything. Standing very still as she heard his voice from behind her, she quickly obeyed him and looked down. Before she could even focus on her breasts, rising and falling right in front of her, she jumped and cried in shock at the hit from the hard crop. That hurt more than she had thought possible, bringing tears to her eyes, and reminding her that this was all real, and happening. Knowing to stand still, she shook against him as his hand glided along her back, down her spine to her firm ass, which he squeezed and caressed, with that hand gliding around to cup and squeeze her breasts. Moaning as he sent sweet pleasure through her instead, she shook as he pinched her nipples, and cried out in pain as he pinched harder, pinching until she cried. She knew not to move, not even a bit, standing still, her body his to play with, with that hand caressing her smooth thighs, and then, ohhh, that hand found her folds and grazed them with his fingers, bringing a gasp of pleasure from her lips. Ooh, he was good, very good, she definitely wanted more, a lot more." If I was in control. Master,. I would put a bondage hood on me, secure me to the cross, and pleasure me, then punish me, repeating until I screamed from my first orgasm," she told him, her heart pounding faster as it could come true in here. "Interesting ideas, and what you could learn by yourself that is about right." he said as Andrej walked before her again. "However, my little slave, you should think about how you can please your Master. He will punish you or reward you, it is up to him." He moved the ridding crop end between hr legs, and he stared to rub the leather and to her pussy. It moved along her lower lips, and he made sure he flicks it over her clitoris." You are really aroused, so it is not surprising you telling me your fantasy. I paid attention what you said. You said first orgasm, which implies you hope more than one. Which is funny because I decide if you can have an orgasm, and not you slave. What if I deny your orgasm tonight. You will stay horny all night then you have to leave like that? Answer me how long it would take after you got home to masturbate and thinking of what happened here? And what if I tell you can not cum until we meet again? Could you obey that order, or you would masturbate and cum despite what your Master said?" While he spoke the riding cropped continued to tease her. What Andrej liked about this little chat that he could plant the illusion in her head that she will leave her on her own, and get back to her hotel. Of course there was his other plan. If he could convince her to come with him willingly, then it would lower the risk for him. Hanging onto his every word, and waiting for the crop to hit her again, she nodded her head meekly as he was right. As a slave, she had no say in if she was allowed to orgasm or not, but him, he was, and the thought of him controlling her orgasms kept her moist and tingly all over." Of course Master, of course, I.ahhh, ohhh.mummy.mas...", she tried to say, but gasped and moaned from the sudden pleasure that radiated from her pussy as something...the crop, glided along her lips, and her clit. She had never imagined that someone else could bring her such...pleasure with a crop, and shook against him as he talked into her ear, teasing her and keeping her aroused at the same time. "Ohhh master, I.for you, I would.mmm.hold out until we...met again, I would.for you, I swear," she cried to him, knowing full well that she would. Naked and helpless, standing before him, she bit her lip gently at how aroused she was. She would find it hard to get back to her hotel after this session, she would have to return to find him, she knew, moaning and whimpering in arousal as the crop kept her aroused. "Please, take me home tonight.please.take your slave home, and...release her in the morning", she suddenly cried to him, impulsively. "Hmm, yes I think that is an excellent idea. I think I will bring home tonight. But before that we finish what we started here." he said, then walked to the drawer. It was behind Taylor so she couldn't see what he was doing. He returned with two leather cuffs which had rings attached to it (He took one of her hands, pulled down and put the cuffs on. Then he did the same with her other hand. Then he paced her hands back to the back of her head. Next he walked to a closet and brought a spreader bar. At the end of the bar were leather cuffs, which he applied to her ankles. Then he set the bar to force her legs apart, but not uncomfortably apart. Again he went back to the drawer and fetched a remote. He pressed the remote and one of the hooks from the ceiling started to descend. He lowered it when it was just above her head. Then Andrej used the metal rings to tie her hands together, and put the hook between them. He pressed a different button on the remote, and the hook started to move up, making her stretch her arms above her head. Before they were fully stretched Andrej stopped it." Now you are truly under my mercy" he said as he walked behind her. He stepped to her and pulled her in his embrace. One hand on her breasts the other on her stomach which slowly made its way towards her pussy." How does it feel? I bet you as horny as you can be. Am I right? I wouldn't have to do too much to make you cum?" he asked, and his hand moved over her clit, and rubbed it a few times, but not enough to actually gave her an orgasm. While she answered he squeezed her breast, and laid a few wet kiss on her neck. What was his home like, did he have girls there often, did he have his own private dungeon, those thoughts and questions filled her mind as she stood there, offering herself to him for the night. She felt a special thrill go through her as he revealed that he would take her to his home, and waited, ready for more, for whatever he wanted to put her through before that. She heard him take something out of a drawer, but couldn't see what it was. Waiting, she didn't have to wait long for him to slip something around one of her wrists, then her other one too. Keeping her hands on the back of her head, moaning softly in anticipation of tonight's sweet pleasure that he could bring her to, she felt him spread her thighs apart even more, then secure something, a leather cuff, around each ankle. She wasn't uncomfortable like this, she couldn't fall, she was aroused, so very aroused and wanting to experience more. Her heart pounded faster when he bound her wrists together, then hooked them to something. Her breasts rose and fell faster as her wrists were raised up, higher and higher, until they stopped. She truly was helpless now, helpless and bound.Oh, he was good, he was very good at being a DOM, she told herself as she heard him behind her, then moaned as he held her against his chest, with one hand caressing her breasts, and the other one sliding down to her glistening folds. "How.its.it feels...so amazing, and horny, and...please, more, your slave craves more", she pleaded, gasping suddenly at his thumb, that teased her clit. 'I'm your....your...slave tonight...use her, please", she pleaded, quivering and moaning against his touch, and the way he held her. He teased her a little more than moved away." I think if we continue, you might come, and I don't want that. So I will introduce you a little pain" he said and took a whip from the wall. "Since this is your first time scream as much as you want. The room is soundproof." With that said he walked behind her and started to hit her. The whip was a single thin piece of leather, so it stings, but he couldn't really hurt her. He hit her back starting just below her neck, and worked his way down to her ass. Each hit left a little red mark on her. Andrej also varied the strength of the hits, so Taylor couldn't know what to expect next. After a good twenty lashes he stopped and walked in front of her." Let's see if you are still that wet." he said, and rubbed her pussy once to feel if she was still hot down there. She wanted more, lots more from him. Trembling on her feet as he played with her sensitive clit, she craved his kisses as well, as he tended to her, showing her what a Master he was. "Pain. Master', she nervously asked him as he stopped and went out of sight again. She could only endure the pain, to enjoy the pleasure that came later. Waiting there, she didn't have long to wait until she cried out at the first hit to her back, then the second one. Arching her back at the next one, she screamed at the fourth one, and the next one. No one could hear them in here, she remembered, screaming at the next one, but the one after that was lighter, but the next one brought a scream from her lips. This was all part of it, all part of it, pain and pleasure, she told herself, screaming again and tensing up. She wouldn't cry, she wouldn't, she vowed, but tears brimmed in her eyes at the last hits, and then, just like that, they stopped. Was it over, was the pain over, she asked herself, hoping that it was, trembling as he returned to her and glided his fingers along her folds. She couldn't believe that she was still moist after being whipped like that, but she was, she realized, gasping in pleasure at his touch to her pussy. Andrej was very pleased to found out she was still aroused. He wondered if she could come during a punishment. It was tempting to try that out right now, but he decided against. He will have plenty of time to explore all the possibilities with Taylor." You did well for a first attempt" he said and wipe some tears of your face. "I think a little reward is in order for you. However, keep in mind you are not allowed to cum, until I say so." he declared then started to rub her pussy. These were now firm moves not just the light touches like before. Two of his fingers slid along her lips, always making sure he touches her clitoris. As time passed he started to rub her harder and faster, pushing her towards her climax. He was curious how much fight she puts up to avoid that orgasm. Of course Andrej had no intention to stop, nor giving permission to cum. He wanted her to fail. Her body was sore after being whipped like that, so sore, but her heart was still pounding, from an arousal like she had never felt before. The private room, the cuffs, his touch, they all worked to arouse her and keep her trembling, anticipating his touch and yearning for it. Here she was, in a foreign country, being teased and played with by a man she had barely known for ten minutes, and she was moist at his very touch." I.MMM.yes Master, your.slave understands", she managed to say before his fingers found her pussy lips and stroked them. Tossing her head back and moaning, she shook against his touch, and knew she wouldn't be able to stop herself from climaxing. Shaking against him as she did try to fight it, she just couldn't. Doing her best to rub up against his fingers, her juices coated his fingers as they flowed easily, and her cries got louder in this private room. Tossing her head back as his fingers touched her clitoris, sending warm shocks through her, she lost her fight, and screamed out as her orgasm hit. Bucking and fighting her restraints, she shook and cried out as she came for him, her orgasm rushing through her, leaving her swaying and smiling from how hard she had climaxed. When she was done Andrej stopped teasing her. However, when he saw the smile on her face, he slapped her one cheek after the other." What are you smiling slave? Is it funny, to disobey your Master? You've just came, and even worse you didn't even try to ask for permission!" he said with anger in his voice. When Taylor tried to answer him, he put his hand over her mouth and grabbing her head in the same time." Right now I don't care for your apology. You will be punished, so you will remember to behave next time. I don't want to hear a word from you until I ask you something." While he was still shut hr mouth with his hand his other hand grabbed one of her nipples and squeezed it hard then twisted it." Do you understand?" he asked and pull away his hand from her mouth. She couldn't help but smile at how hard she had climaxed. He hadn't known her for long, but his fingers had been too skilled for her to even try to fight, and she had climaxed against him, teetering and swaying in front of him as her orgasm felt so amazing. Yelping as he slapped her cheeks, she shook at the way he was punishing her for being a bad slave. She had been a bad slave, and he was punishing her for having climaxed without permission, she couldn't have asked, she knew." Master, I'm s.Memphis", she tried to say, but his hand pressed itself hard over her mouth, silencing her pleas as she teetered, her orgasm still warm and rushing through her. Whimpering over and over as she was both afraid of him, and aroused, she nodded her head, giving in. Squealing in pain as he squeezed and twisted her hard, sensitive nipple, she shook against him, tears brimming in her eyes as the pain was like nothing she had been put through before. Desperate, she nodded her head again. "Yes Master, yes, your slave understands," she cried to him, desperate, yet, loving how he knew the ways to pleasure her, tease her, and punish her at the same time. He let go of her nipple, and walked to the Y shaped table. He prepared the straps on the table before he went back to her, and removed first the spreader bar, then the cuffs from her hand. Furthermore, he led her to the table and helped her up. Furthermore, he made her lay on her back. Then he pulled her hand over her head. The table ended where her elbows were, so he bends her arms down, and secured it to the ground with ropes. Then he started to use the straps to secure her body. Want went over her chest just under her neck. Another one under her breasts. Then he got two for each leg, one for the tight and one for the ankle. The way she laid on the table made her legs spread, and he sex exposed. Just the way her hand were tied forced her chest out a bit. Andrej checked the belts once again, and he was satisfied with his work. He evens stroked her chest and ran his palm over her breasts and down to her stomach. He walked to the wall and took off a cane this time. Furthermore, he swing it a few times in the air as he walked back to the table. Taylor could hear the cane 'woos' sound. Then without warning Andrej hit her stomach with the cane. It stings, and her skin reddened a bit." That was one hit. You can expect to have more of those. I know how many you should deserve as punishment, but I want to know how much would you say? If you guess it about right, I lower the punishment. However, if you guess it two low, I'll add that to your punishment. However, if you say more than I would give you, I would be happy to give as many, since that's the punishment you see fit. So how many hits you deserve?" He was acting like a Master should, like a true dominant with her, and despite her pain and any fears, she didn't plead for help or release, as she could have. Still glistening from her orgasm, she sighed as he walked away, and tried to see what he was doing. Then before she knew it, he was back, freeing her ankles, then her wrists. Rubbing her nipple as she was guided to the table, she relaxed against him as he helped her up onto the table, showing that he cared about her even as he was going to punish her. Laying down flat on the table, she let him pull her arms back behind her, binding her wrists with rope and securing them behind her, which forced her breasts up, and out for him to punish or caress. Trembling and aroused as he secured her wrists to the ground, she gazed up at him and watched as he secured her to the table with the straps. Over and over he strapped her down, with her thighs parted, her breasts and pussy exposed, helpless to the touch, and she smiled as his hand caressed her breasts and trim stomach, ooh she liked that. Trembling despite her arousal as he showed her the cane, she tensed up on the table, not taking her eyes off the crop, but shook as he made it swoosh through the air. Crying out as he brought it down on her exposed stomach, she writhed and whimpered at how hard it had been. Oh gods, this wasn't what she thought it would feel like, but this was his fantasy, and her dream.' I...umm... I've been a bad slave Master, this slave deserves eight strokes with the cane," she told him, hoping that she had the number right. Was eight a good number for having disobeyed him, she didn't know, but she hoped he was right. He shook his head." You've underestimated your misbehavior my slave. I would have said fifteen strokes, what you said is much lover, so you will get twenty three" he said. "But first I'm curious of something." He pulled a paper tissue out of his pocked and stepped to her. Andrej wiped her pussy clean of her juices. "We'll see if you will be wet, when I'm done with you"With that being said, he stepped back, and placed the cane on her breasts, Then he raised it and hit her. It was about the same strength as the first one, but hit her sensitive body parts. After the hit he waited until she calmed down from the pain, then he strikes again. The second hit was very close to her nipples but landed under them. Andrej waited again for her to deal with the pain. Next time he gave her two hits, quickly one after the other, and one of them managed to hit her nipple. Andrej waited patiently while she screamed and tried to deal with the pain, then he gave another two hits, then after a little wait another two. After the eight strike he stopped and put the cane on her belly. With one hand he touched her exposed pussy, curious if she was aroused from the strikes. Hoping and hoping that she was right, she shook, unable to think of a single thing to say as she had been wrong, very wrong. Fifteen strokes, surely cumming without permission hadn't been that bad, but...twenty-three, could she survive that. Parting her lips to try to plead with him, anything, she moaned at the way the tissue wiped at her pussy, cleaning it as if he had done this many times before, which he possibly had. She wasn't the first slave girl he had had in here, on this table." I... I... Ahhh", she tried to plead with him, but a cry of pain left her lips as the crop came down on her sensitive, heaving breast. Shaking in front of him, she felt trapped here, twisting her wrists behind her even as the crop came down again on her breast. Screaming out, she settled down, but screamed out again as it hit her breasts, the pain intense as the second one hit her sensitive nipple. Blinking away tears, she screamed again, writhing on the table as the pain lanced through her, then again and again as it hit her. In more pain than she had thought she could go through, she only then realized that he had stopped, and rested the cane on her trim belly. She had no idea if she was moist or not, but to her surprise, and shame, she was. She was being punished, and she was aroused at the same time, how was that possible. "Hmm it seems I have to be careful with punishments. You are getting aroused by it" he said, and even stroked her clitoris a few times, before he moved his hand back. "Still we had to finish your punishment." With that said he raised the cane, and strike on her stomach. Two strike just above her navel, hitting the same spot twice, which meant the second one hurt more. He stopped for a few seconds so she could live through the pain, the strike again. This time the two hits landed under her navel, and again hitting the same spot twice. It seemed Andrej had a good aim. After the fourth hit, he allowed her a longer break, around a half minute. However, he swings a few times the cane in the air, just to frighten her a bit. When he thought he waited enough, he hit her twice again. He aimed for the spot above her navel, and perfectly hit the red stripe, which was the mark of the previous hits. He allowed her only a few moments before he hit the red stripe under her navel, twice again." That's sixteen, only seven more to go." He moved away his cane and stepped close to her. He reached down to her tights and slowly stroked her body upwards, touching just gently on her stomach, but putting his hand fully on her breast. Her nipple was between his thump and index finger." Tell me have you ever pleased a man orally?" How was she aroused like this, had she been always like this, and it had taken him punishing her to bring it up and make her aware of it. Moaning and tensing up as he stroked her engorged, sensitive clitoris, she braced herself for more, letting a cry at the first hit, then a louder one as the same spot was hit a second time, she shook and trembled, crying out at the next hits to her, underneath her navel, then again, bringing a scream from her lips. Waiting helplessly for the next one, she shook at the sound of the cane swishing through the air, with each swish almost a hit. She was sure he would, but was left waiting, until the cane hit above her navel, bringing a scream from her lips, then a second one. Feeling the tears brimming in her eyes, she wanted it to end, but...she was also aroused. She couldn't touch her folds, but she knew they were glistening, aching for his touch. Whimpering and trembling at the sound of his voice, and his soft caresses, she didn't know what to do, she could barely think, just respond to his soft words and expert caresses to her restrained form." Orally, I.MMM.a few times master, a few times. Do you.want me to," she cried to him as he played with her sensitive nipple, her warm breasts heaving as she balanced against him, loving how warm his hand was as it cupped her breast? "Yes, but after your punishment. You still have to receive seven more hits" he said, and continued to toy with her nipple. "If you want to be a good slave girl, you should learn how to please a man with your mouth. Did you just suck men as a foreplay, or had you ever let a man came in your mouth?" Andrej waited her answer then he moved a bit away and placing the cane on her right tight. He stroked her skin with the wood a few times, before he raised it in the air and hit her tight. He used a bit of more force here, to make the hit as painful as the others. Furthermore, he waited for a few seconds, before he hit her again, then he finished it with a third strike. Furthermore, he let again a few seconds pass before putting his hand on her knee and stroke her skin, moving up until he reached her crotch. His fingers lightly touched her wet pussy lips, before he pulled away, and walked to her other side. There he gave the same treatment to her other tight, three well spaced out strikes, which left three red marks. Then just as before he stroked her sensitive skin up to her pussy, to gently rub it again. Gods, she wanted him to bring her to her orgasm, but...seven more hits, the ones she had already gone through were painful enough. He would reward her for being a good slave girl, she knew, and sighed as she remembered what she had done to orally pleasure men before. 'I. I just suckled on them, and they...pulled out to take me. They've never cummed in my mouth before," she told him, trembling as the cane came to rest on her smooth thigh. Crying out suddenly as pain lanced from her thigh, she shook against her restraints, lifting her foot up as her thigh was hit again, then again. With tears brimming in her eyes, she trembled against his touch, expecting her right thigh to be hit again, but his fingers only glided up her leg to find her moist folds, and brought a gasp of pleasure from him as they teased her, then moved away. Crying out as her left thigh was hit as well, once, twice, then again, she shook, fresh tears in her eyes as the pain was intense, but then he stopped and glided his fingers up her leg to tease her pussy again, relaxing her and letting her know that she had been a good slave girl for him. Just one more hit from the crop, she knew, soft whimpers leaving her lips as her sensitive pussy lips were caressed by him.' Only.mmm.one more Master, please, let your slave girl have it", she pleaded with him. Andrej smirked at her request." As you wish" he said and raised up the cane high in the air. Then he brought it down on her clitoris, hitting her little pleasure button expertly. It caused her the biggest pain so far, however it was the weakest hit she got tonight. He let her recover from the pain, while he put away the cane. Then he walked back to her and unbuttoned his trouser. He pulled out his semi erect cock, and stepped next to her." Now show me how you can suck"He waited until she put the cock into her mouth, before he started talking." You must learn this. A sex slave should have exceptional oral skills. You don't need any talent to be tied up and just let others fuck you." he explained her as his cock slowly grew hard. His one of his hand moved to her breasts, and he ran his palm over them. His other hand started to guide her head on his cock. She was ready for her final hit with the crop, as ready as she could be, and she would be rewarded, by being brought to the most amazing orgasms, she hoped, bucking and screaming out in pain at the last hit. She realized that he had hit her ultrasensitive clit, and sending pain through her body, more than she thought possible. Whimpering and trembling as the pain subsided, she hoped that she had pleased him, especially by taking the cane from him and not once pleading with him to stop. Had she, she asked herself, gazing down at his cock as he undid his pants and guided her down to his hardening cock, waiting for her soft lips to suckle on." I...MMM, yes Master, I will, I will show you", she softly cried to him, wanting nothing more tonight than to please him and be his sex slave tonight as his hand caressed her breast. Parting her soft lips, she slid them along his hardening cock, gliding them back and forth as he hardened up more and more. Obeying him, she suckled on his cock, like the good sex slave that she would be for him tonight. He let her suck on his cock for minutes. His hand absentmindedly played with her breasts, sometimes stroking them, sometimes pinching her nipples. She wasn't bad with her mouth, but he knew she could do better. Especially if he instructs him." You indeed have some skill, but I see room for improvement as well." he said. "Now I want to try your pussy. I want to make it clear that will be for my enjoyment and not for yours. You are not allowed to come, and you must warn me, when you're close. I also mention that there is a difference being close and about to cum. You tell me when you are close. Understood?" With that said he pulled his hard cock from her mouth and walked between her legs. He moved the tip of his cock to her excited pussy, and he slid himself into her. He watched her reaction, and also enjoyed the feeling. Then he slowly started to fuck her, until she said she was close. At that point he pulled his cock out of her. She was so aroused and excited at being treated like an object tonight, and knew to make the most of it while it lasted tonight. Gliding her soft lips back and forth along his cock, she sighed and moaned as he knew how to play with her heaving breasts, stroking them, and pinching her hard nipples to drive her wild. Looking up at him as he told her that she could do better with her oral skills, she meekly nodded her head, letting out a whimper as he told her that he would take her pussy next, and that he didn't care if she felt nothing. Knowing the punishment for disobeying him, or being bad in any way, she nodded her head again, gasping as he slipped his glistening cock into her own glistening pussy. Crying out and bucking against him as his thick cock felt amazing inside her, she moaned and cried as he fucked her, filling her pussy with his cock and taking her. Remembering what he had said, she moaned and shook against his cock as she knew she was close to cumming. She wanted to, oh she wanted to, but remembered what he had told her." I'm close Master, I'm close," she cried, gasping and sighing as he pulled out of her, leaving her aroused and still moist. Andrej just walked back to her head." Okay, now you finishing it. You suck me until I came in your mouth, and you will swallow. Good slaves always swallow" he said and pushed his cock back to her mouth. He let her suck by herself for a while. When he started to feel he was closing to his orgasm, he grabbed her hair to dictate the pace. In the end she wasn't really sucking him, he just faces fucked her while she was tied to the table. When his breathing became heavy she would know he was at the verge of cumming. It only took a few more seconds, and he erupted in her mouth. He pulled his cock back enough, so he didn't shoot directly down her throat, but this way she had a chance to taste his thick sperm." Ah, don't stop. Suck it!" he ordered her. He kept his cock in her mouth until it started to go limp, and until she cleaned him. He couldn't leave her like this, still aroused. She had been so close, and he had just slipped out of her, leaving her moist and trembling, in need. Following him with her alert eyes, she shook against the table, testing her bound wrists as he thrust his glistening cock back into her warm mouth. Suckling on it, she moaned as she worked, suckling to make him cum like the good slave girl that she would be. Whimpering as he began to pull on her hair, forcing his cock deeper into her mouth, she blushed, silent with his cock filling her mouth, throbbing and pulsing, with her powerless to do anything but suckle. She lost all track of time as he faces fucked her, caring only for his own pleasure, until his cock throbbed, and his breathing became heavier than normal, and she held her breath as he suddenly came, cumming into her mouth. Whimpering as she quickly swallowed it down as fast as she could, she could taste it in her mouth, on her lips, everywhere in her mouth as he spurted his cum into her, then stopped. Swirling her tongue around his limp cock to clean it, she tasted his cum again, but didn't stop until she had licked up every drop of cum, and her juices from his cock. Laying there, she waited for him to punish her again, or reward her, or take her from here. Whatever he wanted to do, she would submit to it. "You did a nice job, and you swallowed my whole load" he praised her as he put away his cock. Then he reached between her legs and gently touched her clitoris." I bet you want to cum. Are you?" he asked, and moved his hands away from her body. While she answered to her, he walked to drawer, and got a long black textile. He walked back to her." I'll put this blindfold on you, raise your head" he ordered her. When she did, he wrapped the cloth around her eyes and secured it tightly, but not uncomfortably tightly." As we agreed before, I will take you to my place tonight. And because you behaved well after your punishment, I reward you with the orgasm. However, here is the catch. You can have your orgasm right now, or later in the evening. If you choose know, it will be the last time you cum tonight, which means I will tease you more, but you won't be allowed to come." She could still taste his cum even once his cock had been slipped from her mouth. She couldn't forget what it tasted like, she knew, and waited for him. Moaning and sighing as he teased her clit, she moaned and nodded her head, her body aching for his touch. She wanted to cum, and only he could bring her to the orgasm that she wanted. Confused, she watched him and waited as he returned with what she realized was a blindfold. Obeying him, she raised her head and let him wrap the blindfold around her eyes. Now she couldn't see a thing, able to focus on his voice only. Listening to his offer, she almost said yes immediately, but knew what she wanted more." Master, may this slave be allowed to cum at your home in the evening instead of now", she pleaded with him, giving him her answer. "Smart choice" he said. "Now I live you here for a while. I'll get a drink, and when I come back we will go home. Try to relax and calm down a bit." Before he left he stoked her breasts one last time. He left her tied to the table blindfolded, completely vulnerable. It was also part of the deal, and she should be thankful that he left her in a comfortable position. Andrej went to the bar and had a few drinks. He meant that she should relax a bit, before they will have a fun ride to his home. He was away for an hour. When he returned he brought cold mineral water with him." I hope you are well rested" he said and started to undo her bindings. "The blindfold remains in place, don't pull it off"Once she was free, he helped her to sit up on the table, and he gave her the drink." Drink it, slowly"While she was drinking, ha collected her clothes, but only gave her the black minidress." Just put that on, and your heels." he instructed her. Once she was all dressed up, he took her hand, and lead her out of the room, towards the backdoor. He opened the door for her, and she could feel they stepped outside. The car was waiting for them. Andrej opened the back door to her, and helped her inside the car. She could feel leather seats, which were very comfortable. He closed the door, and walked around the car to sit next to her." Okay we can go" he said, which meant there was also a driver in the car. She wanted to orgasm later, and she knew he would love it if he could bring her to one later on, and smiled as he sounded happy with her, especially with her answer. "Yes Master, I will, leave me here as long as you like," she said, though hoping he wouldn't be gone too long. Smiling and whimpering as he caressed her breasts again, she heard him walking away, and closing the door behind her. Left with only her own thoughts in the silent room, she couldn't forget what he had done, punishing her, but also teasing her and keeping her aroused. Laying still, waiting, she waited and waited until she heard him return at last. Released from her restraints, she sat up on the table and almost reached for the blindfold, but obeyed him, leaving it on and hearing only his voice. Taking the water bottle from him, she drank it and sighed softly as the water tasted so good, and she needed it. "Thank you, Master," she said as she started, drinking it until it was gone. Putting the bottle down, she felt her minidress in her hands, but nothing else. Standing on her feet, she changed back into her Minidress and balancing in her heels, held onto his hand as he took it and lead her from the room. They weren't in the club, she felt the chilly air, they were outside, but so quickly. Walking with him until he stopped, she got into the back of the car with his help. Running her hands over the leather underneath her, she strained her hearing, and turned to him as he got in next to her. They were in the back seat, so.he had a driver, she realized at the same time as he told whoever it was to drive them away from here. She could imagine how she looked to the driver, in her minidress, blindfolded. Would he want her to make him happy in the back of the car with her, or save it for when he got her home? She felt that the car begin to move. Andrej pulled her close and kissed her for a while. His hand moved to her tight, then it slowly pushed up her skirt. They lips were still locked when he gently touched her pussy. Then he moved away. He put his hands on her shoulders, and pushed the straps off her shoulder, then pulling the whole dress down to her waist to expose her breasts." Lean forward a bit, and put your hands behind your back" he ordered to her, and when she obeyed he pulled a handcuff from his pocket and put them on. Then he touched her shoulder and made her lean back again. With a firm move he pushed her skirt up, then her legs apart." Keep your legs apart. You also have to warn me when you are close" he said and his hand returned to her pussy to tease her more. Sitting there, as she was driven away, she couldn't help herself. Under her minidress, her pussy moistened up at the way she was blindfolded, then from his touch to her folds as they kissed. He had given her a perfect night so far, and she had loved being punished like that, made to suckle on him and make him cum. Moaning into their kiss, giving herself to him tonight, she felt his hands on her shoulders, pushing the straps of her dress down, down her arms, until the material of her dress was pulled down to show off her perfect breasts to him. Moaning again as they were exposed to him, she whimpered and smiled at the way he was dominating her, and arousing her. Leaning forward in her seat, she placed her hands behind her back. Trembling as he cuffed her wrists behind her, she leaned back again. Now she was blindfolded and handcuffed, helpless, and moist under her minidress. Gasping and trembling against those hands as they pushed her skirt up, and parted her thighs. Titling her head back as his fingers returned their arousing dance against her pussy, she shook and moaned, with his touch filling her with pleasure, that radiated from her folds and through her body. Keeping her thighs well parted, she moaned as she approached the orgasm that she wanted, what she wanted from him." Aahhh master, I'm close, I'm...close," she cried to him when she was sure she was about to orgasm from his expert touch to her pussy. She didn't care if the driver could see or hear her, she just wanted to orgasm right here in the car. When she said she was close Andrej stopped teasing her. He allowed her a few moments before he leaned to her, and kissed her. Deeply. While his tongue invaded her mouth his hand moved to fondle her breasts. At one point he pinched her erect nipple hard to mix in some pain as well. He let her to break the kiss so she could moan in pain.However, his mouth remained close to her, kissing her cheeks, then moving down on her neck, then up again to her ears. His hand returned to her pussy, and started to tease her again. However, this time he did it slower. He made a few circles around her pleasure button, then stopped for a couple of seconds before he repeated it." You know that my driver can hear you and see you?" he whispered into her ear. "Doesn't it bother you? You've almost come. An orgasm is very intimate thing, yet you would do that in front of him. You don't have shame? " He asked then he sucked her earlobe into his mouth for a few moments before he continued. "Or you like to show off yourself? Is that it?" He continued to tease her pussy, until she said she was close again, in which case he stopped again, denying her orgasm again. He was even more skilled in pleasing a woman than she had thought possible, teasing her until she was nearly ready to orgasm, then stopping. Moaning into his kisses, her tongue played with his, giving herself to him, surrendering, and quivering as he cupped her heaving breasts, and pinched her hard nipples to send shocks of pain through her, to mix with the pleasure he was giving her. Sitting there with her thighs parted, and breasts bared, she loved how he kissed her body, along her soft skin, worshiping her as she sat there, her body his to caress and punish, and bring to an orgasm. Moaning and quivering again against his touch, she did her best to thrust her hips up, but he knew how to avoid bringing a woman to an orgasm, teasing her clit just enough." Ohh, I do, I know he can see and hear me, I know," she cried, longing to be allowed to be brought to an orgasm, even here in his car. "I just want to orgasm from your fingers, and be a good slave girl for you, please, please", she pleaded, desperate as she was brought close to her orgasm, only to cry to him that she was close, with him stopping, letting her orgasm die down, then starting it up again. Desperate, yet longing for his touch, she obeyed him, unable to see where they were going exactly, or how well the driver was watching her. "I... I like to show off, yes, I'm a slut who loves to show off, please," she cried to him. "No you can't orgasm yet. Remember you will cum at my place, you requested it. If you cum now, I would still tease you" he said and his fingers returned to her wet pussy. He teased her towards another orgasm, but stopped when she said she was close. Andrej took attention to her reactions, trying to catch the little signs which told him that she was on the edge. If he learns that later he could tease her like this, and he didn't have to rely on her." Yes you are indeed behave like a shameless horny slut" he said and kissed her again, this time just briefly. "That is good for a sex slave." he lowered his voice again. "When we arrive would you suck off my driver? He must be aroused as well, you can help him out. You should serve others as well, not just me. Is the thought exciting that sucking off a man, you don't know, you had never spoken to, still you swallow his sperm? Is this also turn you on?" he asked. Once again his fingers returned to her pussy, and she knew he won't allow her to cum again, she had to endure his teasing. The more he teased her, the more desperate she became. She was brought right to the edge by his fingers, and moaned into his kisses. She had never been more aroused than she was with him, giving herself to him and surrendering to his touch. Quivering and tensing up as she neared her orgasm, she sighed as he stopped, letting her come down again, until he got her to his home, she knew. A shameless horny slut, that's what she was, she couldn't deny it, but felt no shame, not when he was arousing her like this and keeping her on the edge. He loved that she was being a slut, she knew, and shook at the image of her sucking off a stranger, his driver, who would be very hard after seeing her like this, her breasts heaving, and hearing her cries and whimpers of pleasure. "Yes.mmm.master, I will, I will suck off your driver, and.mmm...make him cum for me," she cried to him. Gods, he was turning her into his toy, his sex slave, using her, and her musky aroma filled the inside with the car, driving her more wild." I...want to, it turns me on so much to serve...him, to be used and to serve," she cried, giving herself to him as her juices coated his fingers, but he wouldn't allow her to cum, not until she was at his home. "Then you will serve him, when we arrive" he told her. Most of the journey he continued to tease her. Just with his fingers, until she was near her orgasm. Then he stopped and stared kissing her, or rub her breasts. After she managed to calm down somewhat he started all over again. When he knew there were only a couple of minutes until they arrive, he whispered to her again." I'll help you out of the car, then you will go on your knees, and serve him right next to the car. I'll leave your hands cuffed and your blindfold on. While you sucking him, you should stop to tell him how much you enjoy his cock. Be creative. Also ask him to come in your mouth. When he does keep it your mouth and show him, then swallow and show him again your empty mouth. And most importantly you have to thank him. Understood?" She had never been this aroused before, never. He knew exactly where to touch her and caress her, to keep her right on the edge, aroused, inflaming her desires by caressing her heaving breasts. Moaning and whimpering in front of him, she shook, close to her orgasm, then settled down again when he stopped, only for him to start up again, arousing her and inflaming her desires. She was a woman who he knew how to arouse and keep very happy. Whimpering and trembling against his touch, she heard his voice, telling her to serve his driver once they had arrived at his home. She was so aroused and desperate from his skilled hands that she would do anything that he asked of her tonight to be allowed to orgasm, even suck off a stranger." Mmmm, I will Master, I will. I'll suckle on his cock, make him cum and thank him for giving me his cum, anything for you," she whispered back to him, trembling and desperate. "You are a good slave" he tells her and kiss her deeply. He keeps her mouth occupied until a few minutes later the car stops. Andrej got out, walking to her side and opened the door for her. He helped her out of the car, and led her by her arm. They're only walking a few steps, when he pushes her down on her knees. She feels lawn under her knees. Then she could sense someone is in front of her. She could hear a zipper, then seconds later a hard cock touches her lips. Andrej steppes back a few steps from her and his driver. It was time to make some insurance she won't be leaving this place any time soon. He pulled out his phone, and started videotaping the scene in front of him. Of course, she had no idea that she was being recorded. This night was going perfectly for her, not quite what she had thought at first, but she loved being bound by him, taken, used, and now asked to suckle on the cock of his driver. Her heart pounded so fast as he kissed her, driving her to submit, and return his deep, passionate kiss. Tonight, and even tomorrow would be spent with him, but it was just the one night, that she knew of. Feeling and hearing the car stop, she heard him get out, and waited, silent and obedient, for him to open her door and help her out. Walking slowly, as she had no idea where anything was, she let him guide her several steps away, then pushed her onto her knees. Lawn, she was on his lawn. Was he close, watching her, ensuring that the driver didn't do anything but offer her his cock. Hoping that he was, she sensed someone in front of her, then felt the tip of a hard cock against her soft lips. Parting her lips, she glided them along the head of his cock, whimpering as she suckled on the head, with him swaying in front of her as she suckled on it, and swirled her tongue around it as well. "I love your cock, please give me more, let me taste your cum and swallow it down, like the slave slut that I am", she pleaded with him, sliding her lips further along his thick shaft, obeying Andrej, who she hoped was watching her, to see how obedient she could be tonight. She could hear the soft moans of the man, she was sucking. His cock throbbed in her mouth, and she didn't have to work much to taste his precut. The man in front of him didn't grab her hair, nor he touched her. He just offered his cock to her, so she could please it. In the meantime Andrej tried to find the best angles for the video. His driver knew what this was about, and mainly that was the reason he remained passive. On the video she should look like an eager and perverse slut, so he could use this footage against her. She sucked the driver a few more minutes, when he reached his limit. He moaned as his cock swelled up even more in her mouth. Then it erupted filling her mouth with his cum. The man moaned as he emptied his balls, then he pulled out when he was done. Andrej moved closer so he could record as she swallows the cum. Gliding her soft lips along his cock, back and forth as his driver stood before her, towering over her, she felt a warmth go through her as well as she obeyed him, suckling on his cock that throbbed from her touch. She felt so naughty doing this, suckling on a strangers cock like this, but there was only the three of them here to see her do it, no one else would ever know. She was surprised that he didn't grab her hair, as most men would have, leaving her free to set the pace and speed, suckling on him as his cock throbbed more and more, and she almost heard his breathing get faster. He was close to cumming, so close, she realized, and felt his thick cock swell up against her tongue, then spurt its thick cum into her mouth. Letting him spurt his thick, creamy cum into her warm mouth, she let it pool in there, and kept it open as he pulled out, letting him see it pooled in her mouth. Closing her lips, she whimpered as she swallowed his cum down, unused to the taste, but it would please the man who was her Master for tonight." Thank you for letting this slut taste your cum and swallow it. Your cum tasted so good sir," she said to where she was sure he was standing, like the good slut that she had said she would be for him. She was again glad that it was just the three of them here, if anyone else knew what she had done, she couldn't face her family again. The driver stroked her hair gently, then she could hear he stepped aside and started to put away his cock. Meanwhile, Andrej stopped the recording and put away his phone. Then he stepped next to her, and helped her to her feet." You did well. Now come with me," he said and started to lead her, holding her upper arm." Stairs" he warned her, and they went up couple of stairs, before reaching the door of his house. He led her inside, and they started to walk. She couldn't see anything because of the blindfold, but she could guess Andrej had a big house considering they walk at least a minute. Then again come some stairs, but this time they went down. They went through two doors, then finally arrived in a room." I had to say, you did a good show for me. Do you feel it?" he asked while he stands behind her and pushed his hips forwards, so her bind hands could feel his bulge. "Did it excite you as well? Would you do it again?" he asked, and while she was answered to him, he started to kiss her neck, while his bulge still was pressed to her hands. Kneeling there, she shook as she processed what she had done, suckled on a strangers cock, and swallowed his cum down. She could still taste his cum in her mouth, she realized as his hand, it had to be his, caressed her hair, then stepped back. Staying on her knees, she waited until he helped her to her feet, relaxing when she heard his voice, and walked with him, with his hand on her arm, guiding her. He wouldn't let her hit anything, she hoped, walking with him, up some stairs, and she sensed that she was actually inside his house. It felt big, as she walked and walked, more than she thought she would, and let him guide her down a set of stairs. She wished she could see where she was, how long would he keep her blindfolded like this. But then again, this was adding to the excitement, not being able to see, depending on him like the slave that she was for him. Tensing up as she heard him behind her, his body against her back and firm ass. Her hands felt how hard he was for her. Teasing his hard cock with her fingers, trying to stroke it over his pants, she shook and moaned as he kissed the side of her neck, dominating her. "Yes, yes I would do it again, you know I would, please, let me be your personal slave here, your slave maid", she pleaded. "Oh, I can grant you that wish." he whispered into her ear, then gently ribbed it. "But first" he said as he moved back a bit. He reached into his pocket and pulled out the keys for her cuffs. With well oiled moves he removed the cuffs from her hand." The blindfold stays a little longer, my slave" he told her, and resumed his previous position behind her. Nos she could move her hands more freely. However, he hugged her from behind and took his breasts into his palms. He squeezed her soft flesh and rolled her nipples between his index finger and thumb." Would you suck off more than one man? Would you let yourself used by two? Or three at the same time? Have you ever done such thing?" he asked her, and licked her neck, while he waited for the answer. Being blindfolded, she had to focus on her other senses, hearing, and touch, and shook against him, his bulge throbbing as she caressed it, with his teeth sending shivers through her at the way they nibbled her ear. Her heart pounded so fast inside her chest, with her body his instrument to play with, keeping her trembling at his expert touch. Moving her hands freely once the cuffs were gone, she could stroke him even easier, and arched her back, pressing herself back against him as his hands cupped and teased her sensitive breasts. Gasping as he rolled her nipples between his fingers, she worked to loosen his pants, undoing them and slipping her hand into them to rub his thick cock with both hands. "I would, for you, anything. I've never done it before Master, never, but for you, I would," she cried to him, thinking only about this one night. This one night, she could be someone else, as he aroused her like few others ever had. He enjoyed her touch on his cock. His hands continued to tease her breasts, while his lips kissed her neck, before whispering to her ear again." How about girls? Would you have sex with another girl, just to please me? How about if I would tie you up, and you had to watch your Master fuck another girl? Would that arouse you?" he asked. Andrej decided it was the best time to learn about her kinks and fantasies. Taylor will tell him willingly and honestly now. When she will realize she actually became his slave she might not be so honest or talkative with him. Of course, he could make her to talk, but this way he could save some time and effort. She couldn't believe how tonight was going, and she was so glad she had met him. What she had done already had been exciting, and naughty as well, suckling on the drivers cock like that, but only the three of them would ever know, and the driver wouldn't say anything." Girls. Master. I've never been with one, but... I've...been curious. Furthermore, I would like to try Master, and I wouldn't mind seeing my Master with another girl. Furthermore, I don't know if it would arouse me or not, but... I want to find out," she told him, telling him something she hadn't told anyone. She knew she could be honest with him, she could tell him what aroused her and what didn't here. Stroking his cock more and more, she wanted him to stay hard for her, and to take her. "Dress and restrain me as your slave girl Master, let me pleasure you", she pleaded with him, desperate to be in bed with him, or wherever in the house he wanted to take her in. "Hmm, I feel you desperately need a cock. But I won't fuck you, you have to do more for that pleasure." he said, and moved away from her, pulling her hands off his erection if needed. "But I promised you an orgasm, and since you've been a good girl, I keep my promise. Come"He leads her a few steps forward, and made her turn around." Kneel" Andrej instructed her, and as she kneeled down, she could feel a wooden column behind her. He went behind her, and cuffed her hands behind her back and the column. Once she was secured he took off her blindfold. She finds herself another dungeon filled with various toys, tables stocks. It was bigger than the club's room, and better equipped. Andrej walked to a big cabinet, and took something out. He returned to her with a vibrator." It is remotely controlled. You will cum with this, while you sucking on my cock." he told her and kneeled down to push the vibrator into her pussy. She was aroused enough that it went inside her with little effort." There" he stood up, and switched it in on the lowest setting. It started to vibrate inside her, slowly massaging her inner walls, however she could feel it that this wouldn't enough to make her cum. He stood up, and brought his erection right in front of her face." Suck it, and be enthusiastic, or I might change my mind about your orgasm." She had never felt more aroused before, as Andrej knew exactly what to do, how to tease her, tempt her, keep her right on the edge, but not so much that she would orgasm too soon. "Oh, thank you, Master, your slave girl thanks you," she cried to him, sighing as he moved his thick cock away from her soft hands, and guided her forward, and turned around for him. Kneeling right on the spot, she felt something behind her, a column, a wooden one. Trembling again as cuffs were locked on around her wrists, keeping her there on her knees, she blinked her eyes at the sudden light, and at all the toys and bondage equipment in the dungeon that she had been led to. It had everything, literally everything to use on someone like her. Her gaze went from the stocks, to the cross, the cage just big enough for someone like her, and to the toys that she wanted him to use on her. Testing the cuffs as she knelt there, she tried to see what he was getting for her, and shook at the sight of the vibrator in his hand, for her. Keeping her thighs well parted, she gasped and moaned as it was slipped into her pussy, easily, as her juices had been flowing so well tonight, from his treatment of her. "Is it a.MMM, ohhh gods, MMM, ohhh that's good, that's.mmm", she moaned to him, loving how it vibrated deep inside her, but it wouldn't be enough to bring her to her orgasm, it wasn't vibrating fast or hard enough." This.how can I.oh Master, I will, mmm. I will", she gasped to him, parting her lips and leaning forward to glide her soft lips along his thick, throbbing cock. Suckling on it as he towered over her kneeling body, she bobbed back and forth, suckling on his cock while her lips glided along it. Suckling hungrily on it, she didn't stop, she wanted to be brought to an orgasm, and she wanted to suckle on his cock to get one. Tentatively swirling her pink tongue around it, she suckled on it, gazing up at him as he watched her. "Your such a good girl" he said as she sucked his cock. He holds his shaft so she didn't have to worry it will slide out of her mouth. Andrej moaned when he felt her tongue moving as well." Ah, that's it. Hmm, use your HH tongue" he told her, so she could please him more. It took only a couple of minutes to reach his breaking point. When he was close, he grabbed her red hair, and pulled his cock out of her mouth. He jerked himself only an inch from her, and when he finally came he spurted his thick sperm on her face. With his hand he moved her head around, to cover more. She's got cum on her nose, cheeks, and lips. After he was done, he pushed his cock back to her mouth, so she can suck him clean." Now your reward" he said with a smile while his hand moved into his pocket to grab the remote for the vibrator. Without any slow build up, he just set it to the max. She could feel it started to vibrate very hard in her pussy, pushing her towards the orgasm she wanted." That's it cum slave. That's how you supposed to come, bound and cum all over your pretty face." She felt so naughty, and sexy, and Kinky at the same time, suckling on his cock while kneeling and bound. Swirling her tongue around his throbbing shaft, she whimpered from the vibrator inside her pussy, and focused on pleasuring her Master. Moaning as he told her how much he loved her tongue, she used it even more, wanting to make him as happy as he was making her. Before she knew it, he was pulling away from her, and all she could do was kneel there, gazing at his glistening cock, inches from her lips, and run her tongue over them. Smiling as he stroked his cock right in front of her, she knew what he was doing, and didn't look away from it as he shook, and gasped, and came, spurting his thick cum over her face. Feeling it landing on her cheeks and nose, she licked it off her lips, and suckled on it again, cleaning it with her lips and tongue, like a good slave did, she assumed."Oh, thank you master, your slave girl thanks you", she pleaded, gasping and trembling on her knees as the vibrations from inside her got faster. She would cum, she would orgasm right in front of him. Tossing her head back, she pulled at her cuffs as she was brought closer and closer to it, until she cried out and felt her orgasm rush through her, filling her with that sweet pleasure and warmth that she loved. Being bound had made it more intense, she knew, with her smiling and sighing as her orgasm was her reward. Sighing as it subsided again, she couldn't think of anything but of what a good, obedient slave girl she would be tonight for him. Once she rode out her orgasm, Andrej set the vibrator back to minimum." I've got a surprise for you, but I have to leave you. I'll leave the vibrator on, to keep things interesting for you. Don't worry I'll be back soon." he said, and with that he left the dungeon, leaving her alone, with the vibrator slowly buzzing inside her. Andrej had to take care a few things. First he went his private office, and uploaded the video he made to a server, then he instructed his hacker to make preparations, to send the video to her friends, coworkers and family, if it needs to be. Then he grabbed her new outfit and returned to her into the dungeon. He walked to her and show her the dress (he brought to her. It was a sexy maid outfit. He was lucky that she had fantasies about dressing up as a maid. Now her fantasy will be reality, maybe more than she would like." This will be your new dress. Do you like it?" he asked. He waited for her answer, before he told her the other surprise." There is one more thing. This is not a game anymore. I will keep you as my slave, who will serve me as a maid. You are not leaving from here, this is your new life." Andrej was curious how she will take this news."" She hadn't orgasmed like that in so long. The combination of the vibrator, the cuffs, and how he was treating her like his slave tonight had made it more intense for her, and she would be sad to leave him. But she had a life that she enjoyed, and she wouldn't forget him, not after how he had taken her, and restrained her, and used her like his slut and slave girl here." Oohh, I love surprises, another one, thank you.mmm.thank you, Master", she managed to say between gasps and whimpers as the vibrator remained on, working inside her to keep her moist and aroused. Closing her eyes, she focused on the vibrator, trembling on her knees as it continued to send those waves of pleasure through her. Opening her eyes again as she heard him return to the well stocked dungeon, she gasped at the sexy maids outfit that he was holding up. It was skimpy, and she could picture the looks of anyone who saw her in it. "It looks very sexy Master, I love it, and I can't wait to wear it for you, may I," she asked him, not suspecting a thing. Waiting on her knees, restrained and whimpering from the cuffs and the vibrator, she only gazed back at him as he told her that he wouldn't be releasing her, that she would be his slave, and his maid, that she wouldn't be leaving here, ever."Oh, that is sexy, but I can't, I have a job that I love, and a life back home. But I'll come back when I can," she told him, wondering why he wasn't releasing her. Struggling to free her wrists, she pulled harder at it. "It's just a fantasy, just for the night, okay. Come on, uncuff me, you're scaring me", she quickly added, pulling at her cuffed wrists again." No, I can't, I won't, okay, now just let me out of this," she cried to him, struggling as she was staring to worry. Her heart was pounding as she realized that he could do it. "I think you start to realize, that I meant what I said." he said. "Of course I will remove the cuffs, but not because I want you let go. No my dear slave. You have to wear your dress, and do choirs, so I can't leave you here all day. However, you might spend the rest of the night like this, if you don't stop struggling." He walked to her and squat in front of her." Listen carefully. I've got high-tech security all over my house and land. My security guards very loyal to me. They have very good salaries and as a bonus they can fuck my girls. So it is pointless to beg to them, or try to bribe them somehow." He paused for a moment before he continued. "Let's say I underestimate you, and you can somehow sneak out of the house." Andrej stopped again and pulled out his mobile. He searched for the video that he made, and showed it to her." I've also got a hacker, who already have all the contact information of your family friends and work place. If we can't find you, then this video goes online, and everyone would see what a slut you are. As I said I like sluts, but I guarantee your friends won't". This wasn't going how she had seen it going. She had planned on a night of fun with someone she had just met, they would have a night together, and then she would go in the morning. But he intended to truly keep her as his sex slave and maid here, living a life unlike any she could have thought possible in the real world. No, he couldn't do this to her, she would get away from here, far from here. Slowing down as he squatted down in front of her, she listened to her as he told her about the security, befitting who he was and how palatial his property was. She would find a way out, he couldn't keep her here like this against her will, she craved her freedom and life out there too much. Confused as she didn't know where he was going with this, she focused on the screen and froze as she saw herself from earlier, on her knees, suckling on the drivers cock, saying things that would shock her family and friends. She hadn't had any idea that he had recorded this, but he had. If he had that, what else did he have. No, she had thought him different, but he was determined to keep her here, holding over her the threat of sending that video to everyone she knew. She didn't want anyone else to see that, she couldn't look her family in the eyes again after that. Some of her friends might understand, but not all. As for her co-workers, she couldn't face them if they had seen that video. Tears brimmed in her eyes as she looked down at the floor, no, she couldn't let anyone else see that video, which meant...staying here as his slave girl and maid." Please don't show it", she pleaded, not struggling at all now. Looking back up at him, and the maids outfit, she resigned herself to changing into it and being his maid. "It is up to you. If you behave like you did tonight no one will see it. If you try to escape, it will go online." he said. Andrej was happy, it seemed he had won. It felt good." Alright slave, just to make it easier for you, you can cum again" he told her, as he turned the vibrator back to maximum. Then he just walked a few steps back to sat on a table and just watch her to come. Once she rode out her orgasm, he turned off the vibrator." You can rest for the rest of the evening" he got up, and walked to her. First he pulled the vibrator out of her drenched pussy. Then he walked behind her back and removed the cuffs from her hands." Get up and take your clothes. I'll show your room." He walked to the door and opened it. He waited for her to take her dress and walk to him. Then he leads out her the room to a short corridor which ended in stairs. They went up a level, where they entered the normal part of the house. It looked very classy and had a sense of antic design. Not far from the staircase he opened a room for her." This is your room. Clean up, sleep, and got dressed and ready at 6 am." he instructed her after she entered the room. "You'll find everything what you need, the tap water is drinkable. Good night." With that he closed the door, and she could hear he locked it. The room was small. A bed a wardrobe, a little drawer which was also the nightstand. On the nightstand there was a box with some biscuits. The room had a window, larger enough for her to climb out, but he already warned her about the risk. Besides that she had a small bathroom. It had a shower cabin, a toilette and a shelf with a mirror. It was also stacked with beauty products, from shampoo to makeup products. She couldn't believe this, in the spate of one night, she had gone from freedom to slavery, from being independent to being his captive maid here. She couldn't let that video be seen by anyone, no one would ever look at her the same way again, and she would have lost something that she could never get back. Furthermore, she had no idea what to expect now, but she was surprised when he turned the vibrator back on, with the vibrations rushing through her again. Moaning and crying out, she shook against the pillar, afraid of those images being sent to anyone as she was brought to her next orgasm in front of him. Bucking her hips and crying out as it hit, she shook in front of him, gasping and sighing as the vibrator felt so good inside her, vibrating over and over until it suddenly stopped, letting her come down from her orgasmic high. That had been...amazing, she had almost forgotten that she had been enslaved by him, she realized as he slipped the glistening vibrator out of her, and freed her wrists. Her room, she would have her own room, she asked herself as she shakily stood up to take the dress from him. Following her from the dungeon, she followed behind him, seeing more of the house as he leads her up a set of stairs, and to another part of the house. This house was big, she told herself, stopping as he opened up one of the rooms, hers, and looked into it. She didn't want to go in at all, but.with him holding that video over her, she had no choice. Walking into the room, she took in the bed, wardrobe and drawer. Jumping as he closed the door behind him, she heard the soft sound of a lock turning, she was locked in until 6am tomorrow morning. Setting the maids dress down on the bed, she looked out the window. It was big enough for her to slip out of, but once he found her missing, that video would be out there, and she would be ruined. Wiping away tears as she had no choice, she slipped out of her dress and heels, and walked into the bathroom. Running a warm shower, she stood under it, using the scented body wash to cleanse herself, or try to, and the shampoo to wash her hair thoroughly. Stepping out once she felt clean, she dried herself off and walked out. Curious, she looked through the drawers and found several pairs of panties. Finding a pair in her size, she slipped into them, and a black baby doll that also fitted her. Hanging up the maids dress, and the one she had come in, she lay down on the bed, trying to rest, until she fell asleep at last. First she felt cold. Then a loud shouting woke her up." Get up, you useless bitch!" a man shouted. "Come on get up". Her covers were already removed." It is 6:15 am, you should have been dressed up my now." She could see another man, who wear elegant clothing. He looked like a butler. It looked he was in his forties, short brown hair, clean shaved face." Come on get dressed!" he urged her. At least she had the dress ready, she just had to put it on. However, when she tried that the man stopped her. At least he didn't shout." Stop. When you wear your uniform, you don't wear underwear. So take them off." If she tried to cover herself, or go to the bathroom, the man spoke again." Stop. You take them down right in front of me. If you want privacy you will get dress in time. Is that understood?" She had no idea how long she was asleep for, but when she woke up, she was cold, and being yelled at by someone. Confused at first, she blinked her eyes, and saw a man looking over her, well-dressed, clean-shaven. He was dressed like a butler almost, and yelling at her again to get her out of bed. Oh gods, it hadn't all been a bad dream, she realized as he called her names to get her attention and out of bed. Getting out of bed as quickly as she could, she remembered the maids dress that she would have to wear, and turned to go into the bathroom to change into it without thinking, but was stopped by the butler, who ordered her to change into her maids dress in front of him, completely. Looking down and blushing as she slipped out of her baby doll and panties, she nodded her head quickly, and changed into the skimpy maids dress with him watching, slipping into stockings and heels as well. Missing her panties, she hated herself for being such a slut last night that Andrej could record her and hold it over her like he was." Yes, I understand, I'll.get changed in time next time," she said to the butler, tugging at the hem of her skirt, to try to cover more of her than it did. "Now come. You were supposed to serve breakfast" he told her, and show her the way. They walked down the corridor into a kitchen. There was a chef, who already prepared the breakfast and that sat on a table on a try. She could feel that the chef run his eyes over, like she was just a piece of meat." Take it, I'll show you where you should go." the butler pointed at the tray, then he walked out of the kitchen. They arrived into a hall, which had two stairs. It looked like she was in an old manner or castle." Don't drop the tray, or you will be very sorry. You are already in trouble." he said, as they walked up on the stair into another corridor. There they took the first door to the right, which was Andrej's office. It had an antic look, old but grand furniture everywhere. He was sitting at his desk, and checking things on his laptop. The butler gently nudges her towards the desk, to put the breakfast there. She was embarrassed to be seen here like this, dressed as his skimpy maid, but what other choice did she have. She already missed her freedom as she followed the butler through the house, until she reached a kitchen, where a chef was waiting with Andrej's breakfast on a tray. Aware of the chef mentally undressing her, definitely wishing that he could take her for himself, she looked away from him, trying not to think of what he was doing, and resigned herself to this. Picking up the tray, she followed him out and down the hall. She couldn't help thinking that she was in an old castle, not in a modern house, making sure she held onto the tray tightly, as she could imagine the punishments he could dream up for his newest maid. Taking the stairs up, and down another corridor, she knew that she would know everything about his home soon enough, dressed as his unwilling, submissive maid. Doing her best to focus on not dropping the tray, she carried it into his office. She couldn't even begin to calculate how much everything was worth, but he didn't seem to fear that she would try anything, or even try to use the laptop in front of him." Your...your breakfast is ready sir", she nervously said as she stepped closer to the desk to set the breakfast tray down on his ornate desk. Andrej still looked at the laptop. He typed something in it, before he turned his attention to his breakfast. He took the cup with his coffee, and took a sip. Then he placed the cup down." You are twenty minutes late."" Yes she is. I had to wake her myself, sir" said the butler. Andrej looked at the butler, then he looked at Taylor."Besides that you will be a slut for my pleasure, and for others, it doesn't mean it is all you have to do. In fact, you have much more to do than simply spread your legs. I don't tolerate disobedience. Because you were considerably late with my breakfast I'll have to punish you. Normally this would take effect immediately, which would mean I would lock you up in a cage for the day. However, this was your first mistake, so I'll give you a lighter punishment. Also, it wouldn't be practical, because I want you to get used to your daily chores." He stood up and walked to her." Jabez will show you around, and explain what you need to do. Usually he knows better what to do around the house. Also, you are not my personal slave, which means other men will approach you here, and if they want to fuck you, you let them. However, you can not cum, only with my permission. You can tell this to anyone, and also tell them if you are about to cum. They will stop. Is it clear?" She wasn't used to being ignored, not even as his newest maid and slave girl here, and dressed like this, she was surprised that anyone would focus on work and ignore her. Nervous, she gazed down at his laptop as he casually said how she was late, but it wasn't her fault, it was her first day. She didn't want to be here, confined here, or dressed like his fantasy maid all the time, but with the video he had, she didn't have a choice. She wasn't a slut, not even when he called her one, she told herself, holding onto that as he talked down to her, dictating her new life to her, and...her punishments. All for being twenty minutes late, it was so unfair." Thank you sir, for not locking me up," she said, forcing the words out from lips that wanted to tell him how much she hated being owned and what he had over her. Fearing what her daily chores would be, she let her shock show as he told her that she wasn't just his slut, but the slut of any man here who wanted to fuck her. Tears of helplessness and shame brimmed in her eyes as she couldn't even cum without his permission, taking away one of her few remaining pleasures, to cum on her own." Please, no that, at least allow me to cum without your permission, that's too much to take away", she heard herself pleading with him. He raised his hand, and wiped a tear from her face." When you thanked me that I not lock you up, that was a very good idea, however" his hand reached for her hair and jerked it. He pulled her over to the table, next to his laptop. It was a big desk, so beside the laptop and the tray it has room for her. He pushed her down on her stomach, grabbed one of her hand and pulled it behind her back, forcing her to stay down." What makes you think you can argue what I said. If I say you won't cum, then you won't cum. You acknowledge what I said, and that's that. When I ask you about your opinion, then you can speak." he told her with a raised voice. Then he grabbed her skirt with his free hand and bend it up, over her lower body. This exposed her ass, and not just for him, but also Label could see everything." I think a little punishment will be in order for you." he announced, and then he slapped one of her butt cheeks with his hand. It landed with a loud smack, and even the first strike left a red mark on her. He continued to hit her alternating between her cheeks. He gave her ten slaps on each cheek." Better thank me quickly, if you don't want another round!" he said, and waited for her to speak up. Then he reached between her legs and ran his fingers along her pussy. He was interested if this excited her. Based on the previous night it should turn her on. Losing her freedom was bad enough, but not even being able to cum without his permission was humiliating, more humiliating than she was sure she could take. Surely she could reason with him, she hoped, relaxing as he wiped the tear from her face, letting her believe that he did care, somehow for her. Panicking as he gripped her hair suddenly and pinned her to the top of his desk. With her head turned to the side, she could see his laptop, so close to it, but she couldn't even touch it. Whimpering as he pinned her wrist behind her back as well, she hung on his every word, afraid to squirm, not with the threat of being locked up and punished." Please.sir, I'm sorry, I'm just not used to being owned like this, I don't know what to do, please don't punish me for not knowing", she pleaded, blushing as she felt her skirt being lifted to show off her firm ass. Oh god, was he just going to show off her firm ass, or punish her. Letting out a yelp as her ass was suddenly smacked, she couldn't help to squirm as it was hit again, then again. Squirming and crying out every time she was spanked hard, she could imagine her ass going red from her punishment. Blushing from the shame of being spanked like she was a little girl again, she shook and trembled on the desk, blinking away tears, and realized that it was finally over, he had stopped. Quickly speaking up, she feared being spanked again. "Thank you sir, for punishing your maid, thank you for not giving up on her", she quickly cried to him, unaware that she was even moist until his fingers glided along her folds, which had moistened up from her punishment. Blushing again, she let out a gasp of sudden pleasure as he teased her folds, unable to stop. He heard her gasp, and decided to go a little further. His finger no longer gently touched her wet folds, but massaged them. Then after a minute, he slipped two of his finger into her pussy, and started to finger her. He wanted to hear her moan." See, that's why I have to deny your orgasms. You get aroused even from a little punishment." he said, as his fingers made a wet noise. He teased her a bit longer than pulled his fingers out from her pussy, and pulled her up." Now, that things settled, you should really start the day. Label show her around."" As you wish sir" the butler said, then turned to her. "Come" he said simply and walked out of the room expecting her to follow. They went back straight to the kitchen. There was a small table in the corner with two chairs. On the table stood a plate with two toasts some butter and jam. Also, there was a glass of water and a butter knife." First you eat your breakfast, then we will go to a little trip, so you can collect the other employees dishes." She had had no idea she was even aroused and moist until the shock of pleasure rushed through her, and....she didn't want him to stop. He had effectively kidnapped and enslaved her, but she was aroused from his punishment, and...she didn't want him to stop. Moaning again and again, her thighs parted to give him more access to her pussy, and then, ohhhh, she cried out and shook on the desk, moaning as his fingers slipped into her, gliding along her inner walls to give her the pleasure that she had been missing, that she had felt last night before he had revealed the truth to her. Moaning and gasping as he fingered her, she knew that without any panties on, any man here could finger her like that, or fuck her. Shaking and quivering on the desk, she gasped again as his fingers slipped out of her, and she found herself pulled upright again, her ass sore, and her pussy warm, and tingling from being fingered. Standing up, she blushed even as she had loved being made to feel that good, and as she settled down, she felt ashamed that she had. She couldn't bring herself to say anything to him, and followed Label from the office, still moist under her skimpy paid dress. Following him down to the kitchen, she saw the toast, butter and jam, and sighed as that wouldn't keep her going for long, surely. It was all she would get for now, and she didn't want him to take it away, so she quickly sat down and buttered the two slices of toast. Adding the jam to them, she ate as he watched her, and drank from the glass as well. This truly was the first day of the rest of her life, sitting in a skimpy maids dress, to be fucked by any who wished to take her. After she finished her breakfast, Label waved her to follow him." As I said before your next chore is to collect all the dishes. There is a security room, where the guards eat. We're going there." They left the kitchen, and he leads her to room on the floor. He knocked at the door. She could hear someone unlocking the door from the other side. The door was opened by a man who wore a suit." Yes?" he asked just glancing at Label, but have a good look at Taylor." She is the new maid. She is here for the dishes" Label told him." Ah, right" the man said and stepped into the room. From the door, she could see a few screens which were show various part of the house, which meant they have cameras everywhere. A few moments later the guard appeared again, holding a tray which had enough plate and mugs for two people." Take it from him, and go back to the kitchen. Then go to Mr Newark's office and fetch those dishes too. You have to collect them every morning then wash everything. If you finished stay in the kitchen. I guess a half hour would be enough for you to complete the task, so I'll check on you then. " She was used to eating more for breakfast, to get her through the day. Perhaps when he was more pleased with her, she would be allowed to have a bigger breakfast, and perhaps a maids dress that covered more of her, but she wasn't hopeful on that, she knew as she finished her breakfast, and set her dishes down at the bench before following him through the house to another door, a secure looking one with a keypad. She hoped he would use the keypad, but instead, he knocked on it, and she watched it open up from the other side, with a man in a well-made suit looking both of them over, but focusing on her in her skimpy maids dress. Looking in and trying to not look too curious, she could see that it was a security room, with screens showing parts of the inside and outside the house. There was no way she could slip out without being seen, and even if she did, there was the video to think about. Waiting, she reached for the tray as quickly as she could, holding it, unsure if the guards would want to...play with her. To her relief, they didn't, as they were working, and blushed as she was talked to like a simple slave maid, not a free and independent woman. "Yes sir", she quickly said, turning around and walking down the corridor, feeling the gaze of one of the men on her long legs and firm ass as she walked, her hips swaying in her heels as she walked. Reaching the kitchen, she set the used dishes by the sink. Waiting a few minutes for Andrej to finish, she left the kitchen, up the stairs, and down the corridor again. Knocking gently on the door, she opened it up and entered, unable to forget what he had done to her on that desk. Her pussy tingled at the very thought of what he had done, punishing her, then fingering her. "Are you finished sir," she asked him, nervous as she stood before him. Andrej was sitting at the desk when she entered the room. He looked up and nodded." Yes, you can take it away. Thank you" he said, then he focused his attention back to his laptop. He didn't want to do anything with her this time. So he let her go back to the kitchen. She had to wash the dishes, and not long after she finished Label appeared." I see you have finished. Good. I will show your next task, but first ..." he stepped close to her and put one of his hands on her breast. He squeezed it lightly, then his hand moved down her body, stroking her through her outfit. Label hoped she knew better to resist. The master said clearly she had to offer herself to anyone in the house. He felt is time for him to have some fun with her. His hand slid down her tight, then up again this time under the skirt. His fingers found her pussy lips, and he started to rub them. He moved slowly just teasing her, to make her tremble and moan. He looked at her face, to Seymour her expressions as he made her horny. She could never look at his desk without remembering how she had been spanked over it, and teased. Missing her former life as she teetered to the desk to pick up the tray with the dishes on it, and carried it out. Glad that he hadn't punished her, she could only hope that she could do this, and not break down as she entered the kitchen and washed the dishes. She was used to doing this, but not dressed like this, naked under her dress. Finishing, she was looking around then Label returned. She had no idea what he would do, but she didn't expect him to come right up against her and cup one of her breasts. Shocking her by squeezing it, then running that hand down her satin maids dress to her thigh, and underneath her skirt to tease her folds. She couldn't even stop him, or move away, or do anything other than stand still to let him play with her pussy lips. Moaning and trembling against the bench as he teased her more and more, rubbing her sensitive folds, she became more and more aroused. She couldn't stop herself as those fingers aroused her more and more, but...would he allow her to reach her climax, or stop before that came. "I see you enjoying it very much. I bet you wish I just fuck you" he said while his fingers continued to work. "Too bad, I can not let you cum, but I still want to fuck you even just a little bit. But you shouldn't just moan and enjoy it." he added, and with his free hand, took her hand and pulled it to his groin. She could feel a bulge on his pants, but she could get that bigger. Or she could free his cock, after all Label didn't say what he expected from her. Partly that was the point, to see her reaction. His teasing even slowed down, so she could focus on to fondle him. After all she should serve others in the house. If she is aroused or even better allowed to cum, that's a bonus. She had no choice but to submit to this man, one of the household, who could freely take advantage of her and cum inside her, while she had to ask permission, and she knew that Label would deny her that, just because he could, or would he allow her to cum. Moaning and trembling against him, she gave herself to him and felt him guide one of her hands to his crotch, to feel just how hard he was right now. She could make him harder, it wouldn't take much effort on her part, and...she knew what she had to do for the staff if they wanted her. Stroking and rubbing his crotch, she turned around and knelt before him. Her slender hands unzipped his pants, to free his cock, which sprang free, allowing her to caress it, right in front of her. Getting more and more used to her duties here, she leaned in closer to kiss the tip, and stroked his cock, which hardened up at her touch. He pulled back his hand, when he felt she moved, and wanted to kneel. He also let her unzip his pants, and free his erection. His cock was already hard, and a soft moan escape from his lips when she kissed it. She looked very sexy, and she started to settle in her role quite good." Hmm, so you know how to be a good girl" he said with a smile as he looked down, searching for her gaze. Some new girls could look up to the stranger they pleasure the first time, but most girls were rather shy about it. They did what they had to, but avoided eye contact." I'll tell you something. Andrej makes the rules, and you can or can not cum, but if you satisfy others, they can thank you in small things. Just keep that in mind." he told her, but he let her tease him as she wanted. That she wasn't even allowed to cum without permission from someone else was one of the worst and most humiliating things about being his enslaved maid and slave girl, that she could only cum with the permission of the man that she was with. Unable to forget that as she stroked his thick cock and teased the head with her soft lips and tongue, she had to force herself to look up at him, to see the look on his face while she pleasured him. She was only doing this because she knew she had no choice, to bring him such pleasure that he came for her, and if she pleased him, he would give her permission." You...you really mean...oh please sir, please", she pleaded, parting her lips and sliding them down along his cock, suckling on it as she wanted to be thanked properly by him. Label looked into her eyes, as she sucked him. His hands moved to stroke her hair, then his hand moved down to her exposed shoulder and gently stroked her skin. As minutes passed his breathing became more labored. He looked up as he took deep breaths while his cock started to twitching in her mouth. She could taste his precut leaking on her tongue. Shortly after he moaned and he came into her mouth." Fuck, you've got some talent. Don't forget to clean it" he said and let her suck his softening cock clean. Once she finished Label put his cock back into his pants." Now, for the rest of the day you have cleaning duties. Lunch is at 1 pm for you, and you come here to the kitchen." he switched back to his more formal tone. She wanted and needed to cum, to be brought to the orgasm that she loved and missed. She couldn't bear never being able to cum, and needed someone else to bring her to one. Focusing on his warm, throbbing cock in her mouth, she kept her eyes up at him, looking up at his as he stood there, towering over her feminine form, on her knees, his submissive maid. Stroking his shaft as she glided her soft lips along his cock, she felt him throb against her tongue and lips, a sure sign that he was close to erupting into her mouth. To her surprise, he didn't force it into her mouth, but let her set the pace, which she was glad for. She was still ashamed at having to do this, to be their submissive slave maid, but she knew what she had to do. As she suckled, her breasts rose and fell underneath her skimpy dress, until he suddenly came, erupting into her mouth and filling it with his thick cum. Swallowing it down while she kept her soft lips wrapped around his cock, she didn't stop suckling on it, cleaning it of any cum that might remain. Softly moaning as she suckled and cleaned his cock, she took a deep breath as he pulled out of her mouth, still able to taste his cum in her mouth, and almost still able to taste his cock as well. Standing back up in her heels, she thanked him, glancing up at the wall clock to see how much time she had, and walked from the kitchen. Collecting the cleaning items that she would use, she began wandering the house, learning where everything was, and knowing that she was being watched. The clock in the kitchen showed 10 past 9, so she had plenty of time to clean. Label showed her where she could find all things necessary for the cleaning. He also told her to always use gloves when she was cleaning. The house was big with many rooms, so she had a lot to do. However, Label also told her that she don't have to clean the whole house in one day. A few rooms a day will be okay, and really large rooms like the library or the ballroom can take several days for her to clean it top to bottom. What she also noticed, that there was always a clock somewhere in the rooms. Which made it easy to keep track on time, and also she couldn't make excuse that she didn't know what time it was. Cleaning wasn't easy. The rooms have carpets on the floor, which she has to took outside and dust them. Then she had to clean the floor, before putting the carpets back. The wooden furniture had rich decoration, which made dusting it more difficult. As she was in her second room a man stepped inside. So far there were men who came and went in the house. But this man in a suit walked into the room she was in, and he walked towards her. From his suit it looked like he was part of the security staff." I believe you are the new maid, right?" he asked her. When she turned towards him, she could see, his eyes move up and down on her, and he spent a little extra time on her cleavage. She wasn't used to being watched, or dressed like every men fantasy maid, but she had no choice but to wear this skimpy maids outfit, and to give herself to any of the staff who wanted her, but she couldn't cum. They wouldn't hesitate to report her, and he would punish her. Thankful to Label for showing her where everything was, she began to clean, focusing on the closer rooms. She was glad that she didn't have to clean the whole house in a day, as that would have been impossible even for her, no matter how hard she tried, and managed to clean one room, dusting the surfaces, and taking out the carpet to dust them, clean the floor, and put them back. She could see the time on the wall clock, something that she couldn't miss. Furthermore, she would have to keep a close eye on what the time was, she knew as she dusted the surfaces, as many as she could reach, teetering in her heels and getting used to working in them. In her second room, she was in the middle of dusting a bookcase when she saw the man walk into the room that she was cleaning. He knew all about her, so he didn't look surprised, but he looked her over like almost every man here had, and would, at her breasts, contained in her maids dress, and her long legs that tapered down to her heels." Yes, I am sir, can I...do anything for you," she asked him, her attention focusing on his cock, which would be hardening in his pants. "Of course" he said and walked towards her until he was in front of her. He wrapped a hand around her waist to pull her close, while his other hand squeezed one of her breasts. He did this very naturally, like a handshake when someone introduced to another. His lips searched for her and started to kiss her, while his hand massaged her breast more. He pressed his hips to her, and she could feel the bulge on his pants. He kept kissing her at least a minute, pushing his tongue inside her mouth. Then he finally broke the kiss." You can't cum, am I right?" he asked her. She could assume what he wanted, he wanted to take advantage of her, to cum inside her, while she couldn't cum at all, not without someone else's permission, something that she wasn't used to needing, or wanting. She didn't dare move as he came right up to her and pulled her in close. Tilting her chin up to gaze up at him, she moaned and blushed as he squeezed her right breast, as if she was his Playboy, and he had every right to touch her like this. Wishing that she could stop him, or even pull away from him, she let him cup and squeeze her breast hard over her dress, and froze as he leaned in to kiss her. Giving herself to him, she pressed her body up against his, and returned his kiss, moaning into it as she wanted him to want her, and he did, from the way his hard cock was pressed against her hip. Suckling on his tongue as it explored her warm mouth, she had no idea if anyone else was watching her, was...he watches her, enjoying what she was being made to submit to." Cum...no sir, I'm not allowed to cum, which is very frustrating," she replied, admitting it to him as he knew who she was and why she was here. In her maids dress and heels, she was every men fantasy girl. "I can bet. But don't worry. He usually doesn't forbid it for long." he said to her, while his hand still was on her breast and stroked and squeezed it through the fabric of her cloth. "It is rare for his girls to go a week without orgasm usually it's just a few days. That being you are done what he said" he explained to her. Then he pulled her for another kiss. He was more lustful this time, and explored her mouth with his tongue, then invited her to do the same. His hand moved up from her breast to her exposed chest. Then he pushed his hand down again, but this time he went under her cloth, to feel her soft skin. His fingers reached her nipple and started to play with them. By the time he pulled away from the kiss, he was rock hard, and it made a very visible bulge on his pants. She didn't want to submit to any of this, but she had no say in the matter, unless she wanted to have her Master release the footage onto the internet for all to see, and that meant...being his slutty maid and Playboy for every man here. Whimpering against him as he continued to squeeze and play with her breast over the soft material of her maids dress, she felt hope that she would be allowed to cum without needing his permission." Thank you sir, that gives this maid hope", she softly said before he pulled her in for another kiss. Moaning into it, she put on a good show for him, as if she truly wanted him, but he was different from the others, and the more he played with her breast, sending sweet pleasure through her, the more she realized that he was different, he seemed to care. Moaning and trembling in arousal, she glanced down to see his cock straining in his pants. She knew what to do, what to do to give him the relief that he so desperately needed, and smiled sensuously up at him as she knelt before him. Her slender fingers undid his belt and pants, to free his cock, which sprang to attention, hard for her, from the way she was dressed, she knew. Softly kissing around the head of his cock, she teased it with her tongue, to drive him wilder for her. He looked at her as kneel before him. He took a deep breath when her fingers touched his erection through his pants. His hips moved a bit forward as she freed his cock. It was rock hard for her, and he let out a little moan as she started to kiss his cock head. He didn't rush her, she could tease him in her own pace. His hand reached out to stroke her hair and shoulders. After a few minutes he spoke." Suck it please" he asked her. He let out a moan as she closed her mouth over his cock. It twitched in her, and she could taste the first drop of his precut. His hand continued to stroke her, while she sucked him." Ah, it is a real shame I can not fuck you." he said. He enjoyed her blowjob, but as he was nearing his point of no return he stopped her, and pulled her away. He had come in here specifically to sample her, and she knew not to deny him, or refuse to give him the pleasure that he wanted. Knowing her place, she continued to tease him, before he began to run his fingers through her hair, and along her shoulders, and spoke down to her, telling her to suckle on his cock. She hated to have to submit to this, but she didn't dare refuse him. Gazing up at him as his cock slipped past her soft lips and into her warm mouth, she moaned and whimpered as she bobbed her lips back and forth along his cock, suckling on him, with his precut landing on her pink tongue. Swallowing it down, she focused on his pleasure, swirling her tongue around his thick, warm shaft, ready to swallow his cum down when he came, or let him spurt it over her face. Feeling it throb against her tongue, she waited for him to cum, but she didn't expect him to pull her away before he could cum. 'Did I do something wrong sir," she asked him, afraid as she reached up to stroke his glistening shaft. "No not at all" he said and moaned as she started to stroke his shaft. He took her hand and stopped her. "I have something else in mind" He reached to her shoulders and pressed her dress down enough to free her breasts. Then he grabbed both of them and squeezed them lightly, enjoying the feel of her soft skin. Then he stepped closer to her, and pulled her up slightly, so he could put his erection between her breasts. His hips started to move, grinding his cock against her, while he put her hands to her breasts so she could push them together to him. He was really aroused so it took less than a minute before he came. He moaned out loudly, and the first string of cum landed on her chin, then he continues came on her chest and breasts." It was very good, thank you" he said as he stepped back and looked at her cum covered breasts. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a tissue offering it to her. She didn't want to upset anyone here, and she was afraid of doing just that, lest she incur a punishment, and she didn't want to be punished, that would only add to the humiliation she felt, even now. Confused as he suddenly stopped, she remained kneeling as he pushed her skimpy maids dress down, then lower down to free her breasts. Moaning and gasping as he squeezed them, caressing them just the way she loved them to be caressed, she let him play with her as he wanted to, then pull her up just enough to let his thick cock slide between her full breasts. Once he began to slide his thick cock between her breasts, she realized what he was doing, and let him guide her. Pressing her warm breasts against his cock, she watched as that cock slid between them. This was humiliating, but she knew not to struggle, or refuse him. Unable to look away from the head of that thick cock, she gasped as he came, his cum spurting out to land on her chin, then her chest, and over her breasts as well, coating them with his cum. She knew that if she pleased him, he would be happy, and so would her owner, and...he was happy, to her relief." Thank you for giving me your cum, I'm so glad I could make you cum like that," she said with a sweet, excited smile, thanking him for the tissue. Wiping away the cum from her chin, she used her fingers to gather the rest coating her chest, then her heaving breasts, and licked them clean, smiling like the sensual slut that she had to be here. "Yes, you are indeed talented and ..." he stops mid-sentence when he saw her licking up his sperm from her fingers. She could, she really surprised him. He had found it very sexy, and he felt his cock starting to harden again. Once she finished he stepped closer to her." Suck me again, please." he asked her. Of course, she didn't have much choice if she wanted to stay the good side of her new master. She could taste a little sperm on his cock, as took it into her mouth. It also took a few minutes until he was completely hard again. The man moaned from time to time as she worked on him. Then he reached the point of no return again, he grabbed her head to keep it one place and came into her mouth. His cock twitched as he emptied his balls again, right into her mouth. He didn't come as much as before, but it's still was a mouthful. He was panting when pulling his softening cock out of her mouth." You are truly amazing. I'm Alex. What's your name?" She could tell that he was surprised to see her licking his cum from her fingers, her pink tongue swirling around each finger to clean them, her bare breasts heaving as she breathed. Her body was his to take, apart from her pussy, and he seemed better than the others here, almost...decent. To her surprise, he began to harden up again." Of course sir, I can't wait to", she quickly replied, leaning in to guide his cock into her warm mouth. Gliding her soft lips back and forth along it, she tasted the cum on it and suckled harder, until he was as rock hard as he had been before. Moaning and whimpering as she bobbed her head back and forth in front of him, she looked up at him, and saw how happy he was. Feeling that cock throb against her tongue, she kept his cock in her mouth as he came, spurting his cum into it. He didn't come as hard, or as fast, but his cum still pooled on her tongue. Swallowing it down like the good slave maid that she was, she let him slide his cock from her mouth, still tasting it in her mouth, along with his cum."Thank you, Alex, I'm so glad I could make you happy. I'm Taylor," she replied with a smile, standing up, but not covering up her breasts, to let him gaze at them for a bit longer. He indeed looked at her breasts once more, but then he looked into her eyes." You did indeed. It's a shame I can't return the favor right now. I have to go now, but I'm sure we will see each other." He said to her, and even helped with her dress, before he left. Again she was alone, and she had to go back to his work. A few hours later Label came for her, to tell her to go to lunch. After the lunch she had to go back to work. However, she has no more visitor. She saw a few other servants in the house, bot none of them approached her. Just a few minutes before seven o'clock Label came to her again, and told her to go to the master bedroom, where Andrej was waiting for her. His bedroom was beyond his study, and it was furnished as lavishly as the rest of the house. He sat on his king-sized bed, wearing only black trousers, his upper body naked." I see you made through your first day. Everyone was quite happy with you. Too bad I can't let slide what happened in the morning. Undress, and take a shower. You can find a bathroom behind that door" he pointed at it. "Leave your clothes there, you will have clean ones tomorrow." He seemed decent enough, not like some of the other staff that she had met, and he seemed to care about her, even though he would still take advantage of her if he had the chance. She had truly made him happy by making him cum twice, and she knew he wouldn't forget her. Thanking him as he helped her with her dress, covering her breasts up again, she went back to her work, thinking about him even as she worked, cleaning the huge house, and sighed with relief when Label told her that she could have lunch. Thanking him, she sat down, savoring it as she could eat at last, and rest her feet. To her surprise, none of the other servants approached her, or even wanted to talk to her. Losing all track of time, she was dusting some bookshelves when Label found her and told her to go to the master bedroom. She knew where it was, she knew where every room was, and made her way up to it. Walking by his study, she nervously entered the master bedroom to see him there, sitting on his bed, waiting for her. She envied him, having a huge room like this, she knew, saying nothing as he told her how glad he was that she had made it through the day, but....she still had to be punished. 'I understand Master," she replied, slipping out of her maids dress, lingerie, and heels, and nervously walked into the ensuite bathroom. Standing under the water as it warmed up, she sighed as she lathered her skin, and washed her hair, ensuring that she didn't miss any part of her. She didn't want to give him a reason to punish her even more. Stepping out once she felt clean again, she dried herself off, and her hair. Stepping back out into the bedroom, she moved to stand before him, choiceless but to accept her punishment. While she was cleaning herself in the bathroom Andrej prepared a few items, and put them on the bed. Once she walked into the room and stood there, he picked up two items which were leather handcuffs. He walked to her, and put each one on her wrists, then he binds them together behind her back. He walked back to the bed and took a black leather collar this time. Furthermore, he put it around her neck. Then finally he got a leash in his hand, and clipped one end to her collar." Now you'll follow me." he instructed her, and walked out of the bedroom as he gently pulled on her collar. They walked through the house towards the basement. A few of the staff could see her, naked tied and following a man she calls master now. Andrej wasn't in a hurry he took his time to reach the basement where the playroom was. She was there yesterday. Andrej made her stand under some chains, and undid her cuffs only to secure each hand to a chain. It forced her arms apart, but not stretched them. When he finished securing the cuffs, his hand stroked down on her arm to her chest don to her breasts and stomach, until he stroked her pussy. He just wanted to know that his slave was aroused already. Then he walked to the wall and took off a long whip." I think twenty lashes will be a good enough punishment for you. What do you think?" he asked and cracked the whip once in the air. There was nowhere to run, she knew that. She could only be a good maid and slave girl for her Master, and hope that her punishment wouldn't be too bad. When she stepped out into the bedroom again, her eyes went to the bed and saw the leather handcuffs, collar, and the leash. They were for her, she knew, and submitted to him. Letting him cuff her wrists and secure them behind her back, then slip the collar around her neck, she meekly followed him as he clipped the leash to her collar and tugged on it, leaving her with no choice but to follow him. Walking naked behind him through his house, she walked quickly to keep up with him, her breasts heaving up and down, and her heart pounding. Her enslavement had happened so fast, faster than she had ever thought it could happen, she told herself as she followed him into the basement, then into the playroom, that she recognized immediately. Standing under the chains, she let him secure her arms and stretch them out. Helpless again, she trembled before him, but...she was aroused as he began to caress her soft skin, over her breasts and down her trim stomach, to her folds, glistening as he caressed her. Jumping as he cracked the whip, she shook, afraid of being whipped, but if she argued, he might give her more lashes. All she could do is hope that she could survive 20 lashes. "Yes Master, twenty lashes sound like a reasonable punishment for me being a bad slave," she cried to him. "I'm glad that you agree" he said as he slowly walked behind her." I've got an idea" he said, and cracked the whip once more, but not hitting her. However, he hoped the sudden sound can spook her." You have to count the hits, loud and clear. If you are not quick enough, or miscount we start at the beginning." he said. "Ready?" Andrej only waited a second, before cracked the whip again, but this time hitting her back. It made a red mark on her flesh, and sting it badly. He waited for the count, the hit her again on the back. Each time the whip came down from a different angle and hurt her all around on her back. Andrej stopped after ten. He walked to her and reached under her raised arms to squeeze her breasts. He expected to find harden nipples. Then his hand slid down, to feel if her pussy was wetter than when they began the punishment. Taylor didn't want to be punished, but she knew better than to argue with the man who was her Master here, and could punish her even more if he wanted to. Jumping as he cracked the whip so close to her, she whimpered nervously. She listened to his clear instructions, and they were clear. "Yes Master, your slave understands," she cried to him, then cried out as the whip hit her back. "One Master", she quickly cried, then again as the whip hit her again. Counting that out as well, she cried out again and again, counting the whip marks to her back, until she counted to ten, and he stopped. Why was he stopping, was it over this soon, was he planning something else, she asked herself, gasping as he squeezed her full breasts, and her hard nipples. She didn't know why she was hard from being punished, why were her nipples hard, she asked herself, whimpering as his hand slid down to her pussy, which was moist at his touch. Whimpering and blushing as his fingers caressed her moist folds, she cried out as he continued her punishment again. Her moist pussy confirmed what he was suspecting. Taylor could be turned on by pain. He had seen this before, but it wasn't a common thing. His fingers played with her wet folds for a bit before he moved away, and walked in front of her." You will receive another ten. You can start counting from one again." Andrej said, and swung the whip. This time he aimed for her tights, then moved up to her stomach, and the last two landed on her breasts. When he finished he started to roll up the whip." Say thank you, after punishment. If you forgot, that could mean another punishment." he explained to her. He walked to the wall, and put back the whip, the walked back to her. He leaned in and kissed her gently, teasingly. If she was up for it, he was ready to deepen the kiss, but if she just accepted he moved away." I think you crave a good fucking right now, am I right?" Was she truly a pain slut, turned on by the whip, or the crop, or whatever he turned on her? She didn't understand why, and was scared by it. It seemed to arouse him though, hitting her with the whip and bringing a cry from him every time. Counting them out loud, she thanked him and asked for another one, submitting to him as the hits came, and came, until they stopped at last. What was happening to her, she asked herself, moist and restrained before him. Her thighs, and stomach, and heaving breasts were sore, but she didn't dare show that she was sore."Thank you, Master, for caring enough to punish your slave maid. She loves you for caring enough to show her right from wrong," she cried to him, moaning into his kiss, but...he surprised her by moving away, out of reach of her." I....oh gods yes Master, your slave maid is desperate for a hard fucking from her Master, please, take her here, let her screams fill the dungeon," she cried to him, desperate as she needed it, she couldn't deny that he was arousing her.

The new maid (playfullchick76 and BigBadWolf)|rating:4.0

Not Your Normal Harem Show - The Kitchen (1st Floor)

(known as "The Demon's Domain," this is where Nero rules with an iron ladle... and spatula. All the meals are prepared here with utmost care and dedication. The fridges and freezer are always stocked, so the master of the house can order anything he wants, and it will be made for him. (wandered into the large, luxurious kitchen of the mansion while attempting to forget what had happened minutes prior in the main lobby. Good thing dinner was on his schedule to prepare; a feast to prepare for both staff and residents as part of a welcoming dinner event for the young master. Nothing got his mind off of things like cooking did. Good cooking required one's full attention, so it was a perfect way to distract yourself. Slipping into a clean double-breasted cook's jacket and slipping a toque Blanche onto his head, the head chef set out to work. Taking some of the ingredients out of the fridge, he set out to prepare the first dishes. Vegetables, fruit and meat had already been cut into the correct sizes and had been otherwise prepared already that morning, stored on plates and in bowls and placed into the large fridges to keep them fresh. First dishes to get ready were the ones that took longer to get ready, such as the roast ducks. As he began to clean out the first duck so that it could be filled with stuffing, he wondered if Yuri would join him soon, seeing as she was the second cook and a meal of this magnitude could not be prepared by himself in the provided time frame. As he worked he began whistling a tune, already getting his mind off things and enjoying one of the two things he liked most in life: cooking. (Kitchen Tagging:Nero, openFrom first floor Lobby"Bonjour Chef Nero, I have come to help with dinner preparations," Yuri said greeting the demon. She was already in work attire. The woman washed her hands then started to work beside him. As she worked Yuri said casually,"The maid, Mina, went to the tailor for a replacement uniform. I was leaving Marko's workroom and bumped into her. I bumped into The lawyer as well, she was getting new stocking. It is unfair, everyone gets teased but me." When Nero had his back turned to grab something from the counter Yuri suddenly stood behind him and pressed her breasts against his back then whispered in his ear,"Am I undesirable? Or are human girls just too boring for the men here?" She then quickly steps back and turns away to resume her work. ("Bonjour, Fight,"Nero responded, greeting the younger member of the cooking staff by her nickname. Managing to finish stuffing the second duck just as she walked into the main kitchen area and began washing her hands, he walked over to the ovens and turned them on for pre-heating. That would take a while. In the meantime he would finish stuffing the last duck and Yuri would start working on the dishes she had been put in charge of. It wasn't long before Yuri began voicing her concerns about her own sexual attractiveness, telling him how it was unfair that everyone got teased but her. This only confirmed his earlier suspicions. When she moved away to grab something off the other counter, he soon found a pair of pert breasts pressing up against his backside. Standing on her tip toes to reach his ear, she whispered more questions to him. But then she turned away from him and resumed her work, her small, slender backside facing the head chef. After observing her backside with an unreadable expression for a long moment, Nero placed his utensils down and approached her from behind, wrapping his arms around the little female cook, hugging her gently as he rested his chin atop her fluffy white chef's hat." Don't be silly, ma Cherry. Of course, you aren't boring,"he told her with a chuckle. Slowly, his hands began to wander across her smaller body, feeling her delicate curves that were hidden beneath the chef's uniform. He would indulge her a bit for now, as she did seem like she needed a bit of attention. Couldn't have a sexually frustrated cook working in his kitchen, after all! (then stepping in on Yuri and Nero After leaving the lobby, Selena returned to her own little office for some supplies she needed. Within a small box, she collected a number of patches, bandages and salves and then went out towards the kitchen. As medical staff, it was also the nurse's responsibility to restock the first aid kit of the kitchen. Small cuts and burns came with the job of a cook and so having a little supply on hand was always a bonus. Now the kitchen was always a treat to enter, especially when Nero was cooking as the place was filled with delicious scents and aromas. Selena walked in the kitchen at the exact moment Yuri was moving behind Nero to make her little declaration, and although she couldn't hear Yuri's words, it was still a suspicious sight when the girl pressed herself against the man's back. After the girl turned around, the chef followed and then approached her from behind in turn. It was quite adorable really." Oh...don't stop on my account"The nurse jested as she walked past them toward the first aid kit hanging on the wall." After all, Le'Sane isn't around to spoil the dessert" (Selena Nero's hands went further in their quest to tease the attention craving younger cook's body. One hand trailed towards the side cut of her long skirt, slipping long fingers inside to trail along the small patch of thigh that wasn't covered by her long, white stocking. Just as he was about to go even further, however, the nurse of the household, a purple slime girl by the name of Selena, made her presence known. She had approached briefly when Nero had been teasing maid Mina, down in the hallway just before." Ah, dear Selena!" He responded as he turned his head, a playful grin plastered across his lips. Tilting his head backwards a little as he continued to tease Yuri, he extended an invitation." Why don't you join us, then? Our dear Yuri here is feeling a bit... underappreciated. I'm sure we can help elevate those concerns together, no?" With his hands, Nero slowly turned Yuri away from the kitchen counter, turning her so that the front of her body was open for approach by a certain slimy someone. He knew from experience that the slime nurse was one of the more playful members of the staff, much like himself, so he was every bit confident that she would accept his invitation. (Kitchen Tagging:Nero, Selenium almost jumped at Nero's touch. Her reaction was the polar opposite of the maid. She leaned back into the larger man and enjoyed the feel of his strong arms around her. Nero would find out what the tailor just confirmed, Yuri wasnotdelicate. Under her uniform she was quite curvy. As she leaned back she felt Nero's ahem, excitement press against her. "Well at least I knowyoudon't think I am boring, Nero." replied the young woman. She let out a small gasp as his strong hand started to go under the uniform. Then Selena walked in. Yuri was a little embarrassed and blushing at the lovely nurse. She was going to apologize and get back to work, but Selena then told her not to stop. Then Nero invited Selena to join them! The chef felt flush with Nero's hands still caressing her. She readily turned to face Selena when Nero turned her away from the counter. "Yes, please join us Selena. No point in hogging all the fun for myself," replied Yuri with a mischievous grin. (and Nero While restocking the first aid kit, Selena could hear the little chirps and giggles coming from the duo behind her. When Nero invited her to join, the nurse looked around to see Yuri being offered to her. Selena never expected the young chef to be this open as Yuri also invited her to join." Just a minute...first let me finish this little thing and then I'll take a look at this underappreciated girl." After she had replenished everything from the kit, Selena then reinstalled it to the wall and finally turned around to approach the playing duo." I have to admit I am feeling a bit hungry, so perhaps you two can cook me up something...." The nurse said teasingly as she stepped right in front of Yuri, almost pressing her body against the other girl."... And there is no need to feel underappreciated, you have a gorgeous body... I'm sure you'll get plenty of attention if you just show it a little more off." The slimy nurse compliments while her hands slowly begin to fidget with the buttons of Yuri's upper uniform (Selena Nero watched as the slime nurse approached them, her gelatinous curves swaying softly with ever step she took. It had always stricken him as naughty how the devil-like horns atop her head seemed to contradict the image of her role as nurse. There were many interesting, beautiful women in the mansion that he wouldn't mind getting better acquainted with, and Selena certainly was one of them. The head chef focused his efforts on his younger colleague chef's lower half as the slime whose shade of purple matched Yuri's hair in color began working on undoing the buttons of her uniform, to slowly reveal those curves that hid beneath, and he had yet to see. His fingers moved away from her thigh, pressing themselves instead against her panties. Already he could feel a moist spot forming against the fabric in a certain area, which did little to diminish the grin spread across his lips. Using his other hand, Nero took the toque Blanche from her head, placing it on the counter next to them. Leaning closer, the demonic chef pressed his lips against the tender skin of Yuri's neck, tracing hot butterfly kisses up and down her neckline. Bringing his other hand back in action, he began helping Selena with the unbuttoning, all the while grinding his crotch slowly against the curve of her ass, as if to keep reminding Yuri silently that she was indeed desirable. (Kitchen Tagging:Nero, Selenium was intrigued with Selena. The Nurse was so physically different from anyone she has met. Yuri wanted to touch her, taste her, and do friendly exploration to satisfy her curiosity. The fact Nero was stoking her fires of lust with butterfly kisses and skilled fingers only made her bolder than usual. The younger chef placed her hands on Selena's shoulders and pulled the nurse toward her gently. Then Yuri pressed her soft lips against the slime girls mouth in a passionate kiss. When she kissed Selena she leaned forward and thus pressed her shapely rear against Nero's crotch. She felt her top was fully unbuttoned and started to slip out of it. (and Nero Selena felt the hands on her shoulders as Yuri drew her in for a passionate kiss. Soon her wet, slimy tongue had found its way into the young chef's mouth, tangling with hers. Accompanied by lewd, wet slurry sounds, the slime girls tongue explored every inch of Yuri's mouth and Yuri would discover that the nurse had a faint flavor of cherries. Selena's hands pulled the uniform cloth down of Yuri's torso and after that made short work of any form of bra the girl might have worn. As the young chef leaned over, her ample Brussels, now liberated out of their restraints, were now dangling freely for Selena to catch in her hands. The nurse's hands would feel wet to the touch as her fingers began to knead the soft flesh of Yuri's mounts. The girl's nipples were peaking through between Selena's fingers and as they became more erect, Selena began to tease them with her thumbs, flicking and rubbing the little buttons while enjoying Yuri's muffled moans as their mouths were still locked in a kiss. (Selena The crimson eyes of a certain head chef observed closely as the pair of purple-haired girls began to make out. Naturally, being the hotblooded get it, since he's hell spawn male that he was, this was a great source of arousal for Nero. The wet slurping sounds did not help to keep him from being distracted. It was only when Selena began to tease Yuri's bosom with her slimy hands that he returned his attention to his own tasks. Slowly sinking down onto his knees, the blonde chef placed his hands on her hips and began to tug her uniform even further down, slowly revealing the lower half of the younger cook's body to their gazes as well. Soon enough the cook's uniform was, but a pool of clothing circled around her feet, leaving her in nothing but her shoes, thigh high white stockings, and panties. It was at this point that Nero had to admit to himself that he had a fetish for women in thigh highs and long socks. He couldn't explain why, but the sight simply turned him on." Such lovely legs,"he commented with a smile as he leaned close, pressing his lips against the backside of one of her legs, just above her where her white thigh high ended and below where her panties began, at the curve of her ass. As he continued to kiss and lick her skin he slipped his fingers into the small gap between her thighs, caressing her pussy over the moist cloth of her underwear. He began to touch her there more rough, applying more pressure and creating more friction by rubbing faster. He'd always been good with his fingers, and it wasn't because of his training and experience as cook, however! (Kitchen Tagging:Nero, Selenium's tongue explored Selena's mouth and tasted cherries. The nurse touch was warm and wet as well, it reminded the chef of a fine cherry sauce used to top a sundae or other desert. She moaned again as Selena kneaded her soft breasts and teased the nipples. Also, she felt the cool air hit her thighs as the rest of her uniform was removed. The head Chef's lips were kissing the back of her thighs and teasing her pussy through those thin cotton panties. The damp spot growing from all that delicious rubbing. Yuri's knees felt weak...then she remembered something. Nero likes to taste things. Another staff member told her about how the Head chef likes to lick food off the bodies of lovely women. Yuri smiled and then did something tricky. She slid her panties down with her hands then kicked them off. Then went to the floor and tried to pull the nurse on top of her. The end result would be Yuri on her back, Selena straddling her and both their tasty womanhoods pointed towards Nero, begging to be licked. "Monsieur Nero, desert is ready please Taste it to make sure it makes the grade," says Yuri. (and Nero Still locked with Yuri, the nurse followed the young chef down and then ended on top of her. During this time, Selena's outfit appears to meld of her form, revealing her 'naked' body though she keeps the little nurse cap and her dark purple stockings as they seemed to be a turn on for Nero. Selena hands reached for Yuri's locking fingers and spreading the cooks arms out on the floor." Hmmm...such a lovely piece of meat you have lying around Nero"The nurse jested as she looked down on Yuri." You should use such a delicacy more often"Face to face, Yuri could see small signs of Selena beginning to melt. After all, Selena's natural form was that of an amorphous blob, and it took some concentration to make a humanoid form and a lot off to make the perfect shaped, detailed body she uses. Think of it as having to keep a muscle flexed all the time. With the fun they were having, some of that concentration began to fall. Both their breasts were squeezed between their bodies until those of Selena gave way and began to flow over those of Yuri. To Yuri it would feel as if someone poorer hot chocolate* all over her tits. Now that Yuri's bosom was engulfed by Selena's torso, the young cook would experience her breasts being groped and fondled in ways human hands could never do. At the same time, Selena did try to keep her bottom half shaped for Nero to explore along with Yuri's. Both of their sexes were now above each other, though Selena's slime was already starting to drip on Yuri's flower.*not boiling hot just so you know ;) (Selena"I know, right? It's so young and supple. Hmm,~ Perhaps I'll have a good taste, now that this yummy looking sauce has been added to the mix,"Nero responded to their words with equal amounts of playfulness. Slowly sinking down onto his knees he took a moment to admire the sight before him; two delicate pussies stacked atop one another, all his to ravage to his heart's content. Strings of purple slime dripped off Selena, pouring onto Yuri's privates like the sauce poured onto a steak after it had been cooked to perfection and had yet to see the first bite taken from it. Leaning closer, he decided to stock up on some sauce first. Pressing his lips firmly against the gelatinous vagina of the slime girl nurse, he began to lick her moist privates furiously. It was an interesting experience, one that came with the taste of cherries. The flavor of the sweet little fruit filled his mouth as he ate Selena out with the help of his nibble, experienced tongue, wiggling itself deeper inside. His lips were now firmly planted against her jelly cunt, teeth scraping lightly along the soft surface. Not wishing to neglect poor Yuri, he directed his hand towards her human pussy at the same time as his mouth had moved towards the slime's. Running his fingertips, whose skin was rough and coarse due to years of hard work and his warrior training as a youngster, he created a pleasurable friction when he rubbed them against the sensitive, soft skin of the second chef's petals. Finding her little bud of silk, he began teasing her clitoris for a little bit, giving it a light pinch before he moved back further south. Peeling her flower petals apart, he slowly inserted one of his fingers, sinking it deep into her body, until his knuckle bumped against her crotch. Then he began to move it back and forth at a slow, but steady rhythm, picking up the pace a little once Yuri's tight walls began to grow more accustomed to the intrusion of his finger. (Kitchen Tagging:Nero, Selenium let out a gasp as Selena started to pour herself on her. It was a very different sensation. If felt like being massage and licked at the same time. Like Yuri was covered by a giant tongue. She lost the ability to speak for several moments and just stared up into Selena's face. She kissed the slime girl. The kiss was punctuated by moans on her part. Yet again the demon chef teased her with his hands. No tongue or cock, just fingers. The little chef was hoping to find out if Nero had a forked tongue like those old wives tales said. The demon chef would discover Yuri is not a virgin, though she is very tight like one. Her velvet folds clenched down on his finger, as a loud gasp escaped the human girl's lips. Her back arched, thrusting her breasts into Selena's embrace more. (and Nero Selena let out a moan as she felt Nero's lips and tongue doing wonders to her slimy, cherry flavored cunt. As his tongue explored her sensitive spots, her lower legs began to melt into dark purple puddles smearing out over the kitchen floor. Underneath, she could feel Yuri consort and the nurse could only imagine what Nero was doing to the girls flower with his skilled hands." You're lucky to have such a skilled Master, Yuri"The nurse moaned before kissing the girl once more. The extra attention from Nero caused Selena to melt even further. As Yuri pushes her breasts up into Selena chest, the pink slime starts to flow past Yuri's sides and onto her back. From there it starts flowing along the young cook's spine all the way to her rear. A large puddle of pink, cherry flavored ooze starts forming underneath Yuri, making the chef lay down inside it. There was also a benefit to being in her amorphous state, as it would allow Selena to be more creative. Breaking her kiss for an instant, she looked down upon the girl in bliss and then whispered." So Yuri....do you enjoy it being with another woman?.... Would you like it more if there were two of me?" Selena asked her teasingly while keeping the girl guessing. While she was still holding Yuri by the arms down in the puddle and their lips still locked in a passionate embrace, two knees and then legs emerged on either side of Yuri's head and then two hands slowly reached up from the pool and took hold of Yuri's thighs. Then it appeared as if a second face of Selena began to emerge from the pool between Yuri's legs. Looking up, the nurse smirked for a second, thinking how kinky it was to see Nero above her licking her cunt. After this short moment of entertainment, the second Selena turned her focus to her real target... Yumi's unattended rear." You look so yummy from down here Yuri"The nurse whispered into her ear." Have you ever been pleasured orally down there?" Selena asked before the other face pressed the tip of her slimy, wet tongue against the young chef's backdoor. (Selena For a brief moment the head chef wondered if it would leave any stains as he noticed more and more of Selena's purple slime slowly dripping onto the kitchen floor, forming small pools beneath their and especially Yuri's bodies. As he continued to lick and tease the nurse's soft, jelly-like cunt with his mouth and tongue to evoke soft moans and pants from her, he noticed, from the corner of his eyes, that a second version of her began to form from the pools spilled onto the floor. It was a very interesting fact to note... especially considering the fact that this threesome had technically become a foursome now! Yumi was now sandwiched between two slime nurses. The second one had spawned in a reserve position, with a playfully smirking head spawning between the second cook's spread thighs. As he finally pulled his tongue and mouth away from the cherry flavored slime girl's body, he grinned playfully, looking a bit silly with a layer of purple slime that covered and cascaded his mouth. Scooting back an inch or two, he lowered his head further as he pulled his finger from Yuri's tight little slit. Reaching down, he cupped the second Selena's chin and gently nudged her head backwards, guiding her slimy tongue away from the human girl's ass for a moment. Planting his lips firmly against those of the bottom nurse, he gave her a raw, lustful kiss. He gave her a taste of her own cherry flavored juices if she could taste them, that is. As he pulled back, he told her softly, with a low, lust driven tone,"Why don't we lick her together then?" Nero then moved to press his jelly covered lips against Yuri's pussy, wiggling his tongue deep between her little petals as his lips sucked themselves into place. Driving his skilled tongue deep into her body, he lapped up the juices that began to secrete from her sex. They mixed with those of Selena's sweet cherry flavor, creating an interesting sensation inside his mouth as he ate his younger colleague out without restraint. Not wishing to leave the original version of the nurse unattended, he inserted two of his fingers into the slimy vagina that hovered just above his head, playing with her even more thoroughly as he had done with Yuri before. (Kitchen Tagging:Nero, Selenium let out a lewd moan and kissed Selena. "Two of you?" she asked in her pleasure filled haze. The second chef didn't follow. Until Selena did her long division trick right before her eyes." You look so yummy from down here Yuri" The nurse whispered into her ear. "Have you ever been pleasured orally down there?" Selena asked before the other face pressed the tip of her slimy, wet tongue against the young chef's backdoor." Noooo! That is dirty!" Yuri began to protest. Thankfully her words fell on deaf ears. She had never been touched back there before. Yuri's legs started to quiver at Selena's tongue intruding into her rear. It feltsogood. Then she heard Nero say"Why don't we lick her together then?" The chef had no chance to respond before that skilled tongue was inside her. Nero's tongue may not of been forked, but it still shot jolts of pleasure through the young chef's body. She let out a cry "Ahhh!" and let loose her first orgasm. Yuri then says,"Somebody fuck me please!" (and Nero Selena moaned in delight when she felt Nero's fingers invade her slimy cunt. Her body began to move in the same rhythm as his penetrating fingers, which in turn made her grope Yuri's tits more violently as they were still stuck enveloped inside her torso. On the other side, the other Selena kept teasing Yuri's rear with her tongue. When Nero moved in and pulled her away for a moment, Selena kissed him back with equal passion before returning to Yuri's butthole. The nurse's tongue was quite dexterous and prehensile, becoming more of a long, thin tendril that began to wiggle its way inside the young cooks backdoor. Watching Yuri's face was a true delight as the young cook tried to cope with both her bottom holes getting stimulated. A slimy hand began to caress Yuri's cheek as the nurse began to give her a teasingly scolding." Now now...aren't you a naughty girl?.... Naughty girls deserve punishment"After she said that, the nurse seemed to shift position, pulling away from Nero's fingers as her form appeared to melt on top of Yuri, morphing before reshaping in reverse 69 position on top of the young chef. Yuri could see the nurse dripping sex only an inch or two above her face, dripping its tasty cherry flavored lie onto her face. Selena was now facing Nero, and she used a hand to pull the chef away from Yuri's sex." One of us is still heavily overdressed"She said with a grin before beginning to unbutton the top of his uniform. As she does this, she looks around to address Yuri"As for you, be a good girl and show me how much you want to be fucked while I prep the master"Down below, the other Selena backed away from Yuri's ass and appeared to flow further down underneath Nero. This would reveal her torso and her two fleshy mounts reaching out of the slimy surface. The head chef would suddenly feel her two hands join with the first to help him undress, unbuttoning his pants. Once the chef was properly 'dressed' for the occasion, the top Selena pulled him closer for another kiss while Nero would feel a warm, wet embrace at his groin as the other Selena enveloped his cock inside her mouth. (Selena Feeling his long fingers slip from the slimy insides of the nurse the head chef glimpsed up to see her reshape herself so that her position was reversed. It was equal amounts bizarre and amazing to see. One of Selena's slender hands pulled his head up and away from the moist crevasse he had been eating out as if it had been a royal meal. At her words he could only grin back with the same sort of mischievousness."Hm,~ I suppose I am!" She began to undo the buttons of his uniform. Slipping the white top off his shoulders, he moved his hands to strip off the plain, simple white undershirt he had been wearing beneath, his toned and muscular upper body now on full display for their eyes to gaze upon in the same manner as he had with them. Taking her purple, slightly transparent hand, he pressed it up against the hard muscle of his chest. As a demon his body temperature was actually somewhat higher than that of a normal human, which is why he could wear T-shirts and shorts in the middle of winter...if he wanted to. A soft groan escaped him as he felt something moist yet warm envelop his raging erection. Peering down, he saw the other Selena suckling away eagerly at his throbbing rod." I didn't know you were such a naughty thing, Selena. Maybe I should get a medical check-up more often from now on!" Pulling the top version of the nurse close for a long, naughty kiss, the demon chef began rolling his hips in rhythm with the movements of the bottom one, sliding his cock deeper between her purple lips. His hands each went their separate ways, but with the same aim. One cupped and squeezed one of the breasts of the top Selena, while the other hand did the same for the lower, who's breasts had now appeared from the pool beneath Yuri's quivering body. (Kitchen Tagging:Nero, Selena The younger chef let out a small whimper. It seems her punishment would be they stopped touching her. Yuri looked up at Selena's sex and took those words to heart. She drove her tongue into the naughty nurse and started to lick her earnestly. The young chef grabbed the Slime girl's ass and squeezed and pulled her down. The chef traced her finger until she found Selena's slick rear hole and tried to give the nurse a taste of her own medicine. A lithe finger teased and traced the back door then finally slid in up to the first knuckle. Yuri's mouth found a bump while licking pussy and assumed that must be Selena's clit. The chef took the clit between her teeth gently and started to swirl her tongue around it like a blow pop. (and Nero"I'm looking forward to it"The nurse said with a chuckle before making a little moan as Yuri began to eat out her pussy and moments later began to finger her ass. Loving the attention she was getting down there, the Selena on top of Yuri began to grind her hips, pushing her crotch even harder against the young chefs face, covering her cute face with the thick purple goo. After a minute or so of enjoying Yuri's efforts, Selena turned her head over her shoulder to look at the girl." You've been such a good little girl... I think you deserve a little reward for your efforts." Standing up, Selena moved away from Yuri and towards Nero, leaving the young chef laying in the large puddle of purple slime covering the floor. Then the slime began to reach out from the floor, crawling over Yuri and covering the girl in a thin layer of slime, like a full bodysuit. Furthermore, it began to force its way into Yuri's mouth and other orifices, invading the girls sex and ass, covering it all with the stimulating slime." This is my stasis cocoon technique... It connects to every nerve in your body, allowing me to paralyze your muscles and stimulate your other senses. I use it to subdue patients, so I can treat them more easily." As she explains it, the tiny area of slime covering Yuri's left nipples begins to glow slightly and Yuri gets an intense feeling of pleasure coming from it." You see...it works similar to acupuncture, but without the naughty needles...instead I locally stimulate the slime and thus, the curve centers it has connected with, giving the same stimulation as a needle."" It doesn't end there, I can do a lot more..." The nurse said with a slight grin. Suddenly a dark-colored line appeared on Yuri's right breast, and it would feel as if someone gave her a whip lash to her soft mount."...off course it's not that interesting when I control it with my mind...but when I link it to my humanoid avatar, it becomes very, very interesting"To demonstrate, the Selena standing next to Nero grabs hold of both of her nipples and begins to play with them. Instantly, the nipple areas of Yuri's skin suit begin to glow and Yuri would feel the same pleasure as Selena. Selena then glances to Nero." So care to give this a spin? I am pretty open-minded, but know, anything you do to me, she will feel and experience too...and to top it off..." The second Selena then reached up from the floor and finished the others sentence"...when you do something to the both of us, she will feel double the intensity"Now Nero had two of Selena's bodies to play with and both began to rub themselves against him, kissing and licking his neck. Then the paused for a second and looked at him grinning before speaking in choir"Think you can handle the two of me?" (YumiSelena displayed an array of interesting tricks she had up her proverbial sleeves. With interest, he watched as the pool of purple slime beneath the young female chef's body rose up to encase her in a transparent suit or cocoon of sorts, after which its creator explained and demonstrated its purpose and capabilities, with its main attraction being the pleasure transfer from the body of slime girl to that of the human. This certainly held some interesting possibilities when it came to the art of sex. Soon the copy or perhaps it was a new one of the slime nurse respawned before his eyes, telling him that Yuri would receive double the pleasure if he had his way with both of them at once. A grin that seemed to reach from ear to ear spread across his thin lips and, for a moment, Nero wished he'd been born a demon with at least two dicks and four arms, in order to make the most of the situation. Instead, the air vibrated around his body for a moment, and he returned to his true demonic appearance, which was not that much different, aside from the hair white as snow, the piercing golden eyes, and the two pair of horns sticking out from his forehead. The slime girls teased him with a challenge as they pressed their soft, moist bodies up against his own. He could feel the gelatinous structure of their slim figures against his hard, toned skin, which began to heat up further as his own lust and passion increased. Born a demon from hell, his sort had a body temperature that was naturally higher than any humans and also increased during moments of intense emotion, such as lust or anger. He could really make a girl sweat in bed. Hell, he even once turned a pool into hot tub when messing around with a certain lady during his spare time. He wondered if he could make Selena literally melt with his dick." You shouldn't underestimate a five-star chef, ladies! I'm very good at... multitasking!" Chuckling loudly, he wrapped an arm around each of two slime nurses, sliding them down her back and the curve of her ass. His fingers reached between their wet thighs and began to tease their naughty slits without mercy, attempting to have both hands perform the same movements at the same time. Meanwhile, his head leaned down and passionately kissed the Selena on his left, swirling his tongue around inside her cherry-flavored mouth and exchanging saliva. After a minute or so he switched over to the other version of the nurse to repeat the action. Once both mouths had gotten a thorough taste testing Nero went from sitting up on his knees to just plain sitting on his ass on the kitchen floor, guiding the slime girl on his left into sitting in his lap, facing him directly. Wrapping his hands around her waist he lifted her light, purple-colored body up only so that he could lower it down onto his throbbing hard cock. Slowly his burning rod impaled itself upon her moist pussy, reaching deep inside. Faintly, he could see his penis inside her body, encased in her lightly transparent mass of jello."Hm,~ I should have had my way with you a lot sooner, Selena!" A groan escaped him at the end of the sentence. Tilting his head backwards he gazed over to the other but still the same nurse with a grin, sticking out his tongue and wagging it back and forth playfully." Come stand and lower that tasty pussy of yours onto my face! Then I'll eat you out while fucking you at the same time!" It would certainly be a unique experience for both Selena and Yuri to have their slits eaten out and fucked at the same time. (and Nero"You shouldn't underestimate a five-star chef, ladies! I'm very good at... multitasking!" The chef remarked confidently at Selena's challenge and soon both nurses where hooked by one of his arms, pulling them even closer as he began to explore their bodies. Both nurses moaned as their slits were fondled by Nero's very skilled fingers, quickly covering his hands in their sweet love juices. While he pulled the one to the left close for a kiss, the one to the right began to nib at his ear. When Nero turned to kiss the one to the right, the other kneeled slightly down to lick at his nipple. All the while, both nurses used there hands to massage his body, each using one of them to stroke his cock and keep it nice and firmly erect. Then after a while, Nero took a seat on the floor and requested the Selena on the right to move closer and take a seat on his lap. Selena kissed him again while his hands took hold around her waist and lifted her up only to guide her on top of his burning cock. Selena pulled away and bit her lip as the hot tip began to rub against her labia and then moaned as the hot shaft pushed its way into her. The heat and pleasure made the jelly around his shaft take on a slightly red glow, making his cock visible from outside." Ahh...so hot...its driving me mad with desire"She screamed full of joy as she leaned back, resting her hands on his knees as she began to ride his cock. The pleasure made her loose some focus, causing her lower legs to melt into puddles on the floor, making her movements extra loud with naughty slushlike sounds. All the while, her big melon sized breasts were bouncing up and down, giving Nero quite a sight. In the background, one could hear Yuri scream as she experienced the same burning piston action through Selena's cocoon. At the same time, the other Selena had made a little stop at the fridge and when Nero called out to her, she moved back from the fridge, sucking a lemon Popsicle." Mmmm... I wanted something sweet and cold while enjoying your burning rod"She remarked while sucking rather erotically at her little ice treat. Standing over Nero's head, the Selena with the Popsicle began to tease her other body riding Nero, pressing the frozen lemon ice against one of her nipples. The other Selena cried as the new cold sensation was so different from the burning hotness inside her cunt. After a while, she moved the cold snack from one nipple to the other and then moved down to press it against her burning clit as she was still riding Nero's shaft. The combination of warm and cold so close to her sex immediately made the riding Selena orgasm, her cunt clenching even tighter around the burning rod. While the other one came, Selena turned around so she faced Nero and then did as he requested, lowering herself to grand his tongue access to her dripping sex. As his tongue dove inside her to lick her sweet cherry nectar, the other nurse behind her reached around to grab hold and play with her breasts while still riding Nero for more. Once more, sweet screams and cries could be heard in the background as now the sweet little Yuri experienced her own orgasm at the sensation of her pussy both being licked and violated. (Miners had always been a fan of a bit of food play. It was likely shared with his passion for cooking and his profession as cook. Either way, when Selena began to use the frozen Popsicle she had retrieved from the freezer on her other self, he grew even more aroused, a broad grin plastered across his lips. The one riding his hot rod cried out as the cold treat was pressed against her purple nipples and later even her clitoris while she kept on riding him with unsalted gusto, even after she reached her climax."Hm,~ I never figured you'd be such a naughty nurse, Selena,"he told her just as the one standing him began to lower her dripping, cherry-flavored cunt onto his face. Savoring the sweet sensation that dripped into his mouth, he immediately set out to work. His vigorous tongue wiggled itself into her hole, trying to reach as deep as possible while, at the same time, wiggling around against her slick walls to give her pleasure and have more of her nectar flow out. The head chef rolled his hips as much as he could, the head of his penis rubbing against the riding Selena's walls with every descent she made. Her gelatinous insides felt amazing, coiling and contracting around every inch of him that was within her body. Even his vision hadn't been blocked by a certain other purple pussy and ass, he'd have eagerly watched the red, transparent glow that had appeared in the lower abdomen of the riding nurse. Nero's right hand blindly snaked its way up the front of riding Selena's body, halting only when it found one of her plump, round breasts. Cupping it in his palm, he squeezed the mound of jelly firmly, mentally taking note of its texture and softness. It certainly differed from that of a normal girl of flesh and blood, but that certainly wasn't a bad thing. His other hand, meanwhile, had made its way up to the one standing over his face, aiming to find the clitoris of the pussy he was eating out. Taking the sensitive little bud between his index finger and thumb, he began to gently pinch it. After a while, the heated sex had worn down his defenses, driving him towards his climax. He groaned and grunted against the standing nurse's sex, his mouth vibrating against it heavily as a result, as he felt his sperm rush up from his ball sack. His cock throbbed and quivered as it expelled thick ropes of hot sperm into the riding Selena's narrow channel, filling her nicely with his demonic seed." That felt amazing~"he said with a satisfied grunt, lowering himself down onto his elbows, golden eyes peering up at both nurses.

Not Your Normal Harem Show - The Kitchen (1st Floor)|rating:2.0

Aim for the Head (Palmoun & Nekochan's zombie rp)

October 12, 20128:54 AM Quinn sighed and looked out the window, watching the cold October rain cascade down the window and run off down the bank. It was cold in the school, so cold that his wet hair was already starting to form ice crystals and stick to his head in the most annoying way possible. It really was freezing, and the school was cheap, making it very, very hard not to launch his history book at the teacher. Furthermore, it was very abnormal for this time of year, there was even snow farther up north, but nothing was normal lately. Quinn sighed and looked down at the article the teacher had made them read. It was about how they had actually managed to create a fleshlike substance that they could give life to. Naturally the things weren't human, and they had no human emotions and actually acted like animals, attacking just about anything that moved, but, according to the article, they were a leap in the field of since. Quinn just thought it was creepy. Vita Flesh was what they called the artificial flesh, so naturally these artificial living dolls were called The Vita. It was the rage on the news but Quinn couldn't care less. He wished the teacher felt the same way." And I hear that the government has actually managed to implant a venom that can induce mind control in the Vita and can enhance their strength immensely! These modern marvels in biotechnology can not only be used to create new, working, organs for the sick but also to be used in warfare! Isn't it just wonderful?"" Woopty frigging do," Quinn mumbled to himself. Sam smiled and wasn't even bothering reading the article, it was Boeing and annoying. She hated anything like that since it wasn't normal and science was just annoying. Who cares about moving forward, we can just learn by looking back into the past so why the future. She saw Quinn looking out of the window and chuckled seeing his hair sticking up. Sam smiled as she got an idea and started to fold the article. Soon she had a paper airplane that would make anyone jealous and want it. She gently picked it up and waited till the teacher had his back turned and then took aim at Quinn sear. She then pulled back and let it fly. Furthermore, she counted the seconds till it jammed itself into his ear and when she hit the number seven it went it. She smiled apply and mouth 'hole in one'. Then leaned back in her chair and let everyone talk about the stupid biological wonder thing, letting the talk flow into her right ear and go out the left. She wondered how long till this class would end, and she could run out of there. Quinn jumped like he had just gotten a mild shot up his ass as the airplane stabbed him in the ear and smacked at it a second too late and actually jammed it even deeper into his ear canal."GA AAH!" He yelled and smacked his head into his desk accidentally. After a blurry instant of confusion he slid onto the ground as everyone in the class started laughing, very happy to have a distraction from the annoying blather of the teacher. Quinn grumbled as he pulled himself back up onto his best and bowed his head, hiding his face and tried to no avail to look as inconspicuous as possible. He did, however, seek a glare at Sam.((OMG you're playing a girl!?)) Sam nearly laughed her head off when she saw how Quinn reacted. She couldn't help but smile when she saw him glaring at him. She alwaysed loved doing thing to him like that. For example she had glued him to his seat once, filled his locker with live worms and also drew a face on him when he had fallen asleep in class. She waved at him apply and then pulled out a notebook and wrote on it 'span' then showed it to him and stuck out her tongue at him. He was just too much fun to bug, and she could not help herself when it came to bugging him. Then right as she was about to crumble up a piece of paper and chuck it at him the bell rung and everyone cheered and ran out the door like no tomorrow. Quinn sighed as the bell rang and rose from his seat quietly and turned to Sam, still looking very pissed. He was probably the only one that didn't take off like a shot at the bell, but he wasn't in the mood anymore, the conclusion was probably to blame for that. After a moment of giving her the stink eye and waiting for the other students to leave, Quinn made his way over to her." Was that really necessary?" Quinn asked as his scowl turned up into a smile slightly as he chucked the now very crumpled up, paper airplane and chucked it at Sam playfully. He couldn't stay mad at her, as much as he hated it. Sam smiled apply and caught the once paper airplane. "Yes it was, you looked so bored and frankly the whole class was, so I had to do something to liven things up." she said apply and smiled her happy-go-lucky smile of hers. The smile failed when she looked at her airplane, "AAAW, why did you have to do this to it?" she asked as if it had been a living thing. She then threw it at his face, then hooked his arm and started to tow him towards the door. "Come on, I want to get to lunch before they take all the good pizza." she said happy, she forgot things very quickly and her sadness for the airplane was gone. Quinn did a little fake gasp when Sam mentioned the pizza." You mean the school actuallyhasgood food?" He said jokingly. Patting the little crumpled airplane, Quinn followed Sam down the hall to the lunchroom. Feeling a little bad about murdering the origami plane, Quinn snatched up the crumpled remains and tried to smooth it out as best as he could. It looked a little better, but it was hard to tell what it was supposed to be. Smiling at her, he pulled out a sharpie from his backpack and drew a little smiley face with a mustache. Smiling hopefully at her, he held up the wrinkly paper so that the face was staring at her." Look! He's Alive!" Quinn declared in his best impression of Dr. Frankenstein. Sam turned and looked at the demented airplane with the face. She couldn't help but smiled and laugh. "Oh god, it reminds me of my uncle bob." she said as she looked at it. Her uncle bob had the wrinkly face and also that kind of mustache, he always had been able to make her laugh so that was part of the reason she was laughing and the other was because Quinn looked like one retarded Dr. Frankenstein. She then took the paper and turned her back to him. When she turned around again she held a paper rose and stuck it behind his ear. "There now you look at least somewhat attractive." she said as she stuck her tongue out at him. "And yes I am surprised as you are about lunch, but I heard today they were ordering it from Pizza Hut, and you know that is my favorite." "Hey, don't insult my smiley guy," Quinn joked and twirled the stem of the rose between his fingers lightly, being careful not to rip the fragile material, "And my face, or ill make your Rose wish it had never been born. It would have been more fun with one of those paper cranes though. At least I can decapitate those"Punching her in the arm lightly, they made his way to the lunchroom and flopped his bag down at their usual table and knocked down his chair by accident. He was having an off day. Sighing and hoping that he hadn't ripped his Edgar Allan Poe book (he had paid 20 bucks for the hardback copy damn it!) and went into the lunchroom to get himself some hard-earned grub. The food was questionable at best, even if they had ordered from the outside. They had left it out and even the heating light couldn't make it fresh again. By the time he made it to the end of the line the pizza was stone-cold and just as stale as when he had picked it up. With a sigh he popped one of the little strawberry milk captains (Sugar!) onto his tray and paid. It was almost seven dollars for a lunch and drink. He scowled. Everything was expensive now, and the dollar was worth a heck of a lot less than it used to, but seven dollars for a slice of pizza was ridiculous no matter what era you where in." I hate our school," Quinn remarked as he sat won at their table. Sam followed being him "yeah so do I." she said and placed her tray down. She had two pieces of pizza and two chocolate milks. "I really do wish they had better pizza." she said as she placed the one pizza onto of the other. It was like a weird sandwich and she loved doing this. When she bit down she quickly spit it out and let her tongue hang out of her mouth.:I officially declared this pizza a rock" she said and dropped it onto her tray and watched as it cracked when it landed. She then quickly grabbed her backpack and pulled out a lunch box, she always carried a spar lunch just in case the school lunch sucked beyond belief. "I got two sandwiches if you want one." she said as she open her lunch box and looked at him. "Oh and what was going on in our last class, I wasn't really paying attention." she said as looked at him. "Thanks," He said and sat his pizza slice down like it was going to eat him. Eyeing the 'rock' skeptically, he took the sandwich gratefully. Opening his milk he shoved the first half of the sandwich into his mouth and swallowed it whole, not even bothering to chew the darned thing. Taking a swig of the milk to shove the rest of the food down his esophagus, he turned to her and eyed idly at the article that was sticking out of the side of the book rather malevolently." We didn't talk about anything interesting. It was about those weird Vita things. Its more creepy than anything but think a mannequin that eats. Meat. And has weird venom and stuff," Quinn said, waving his hands around as he talked like he always did. One of these days he was going to smack somebody in the face by accident. Sam watched him as she bit into her sandwich, tasting the penutbutter, the jelly, and the chips in it. "Sounds very weird and stupid if you ask me." she said as she shoved the rest of the sandwich into her mouth and downed the first carton of milk."sooner or later that stuff is going to cause more harm rather than helping us humans." she SIAD as she disassembled the milk carton and then started to fold it and soon had a paper X-mas tree before her. "So, what are you hoping to get for Christmas?" she asked as she set the paper tree down and open her other carton of milk. "Yea I know what you mean. I understand the whole medical part of it. I mean if you need a new heart that Vita flesh stuff must be a godsend, but did they really need to make a whole being? I think its overkill," Quinn sighed and finished off his sandwich. Quinn just looked at her for a moment and stared. Raising his eyebrows sarcastically he leaned across the table and pointed out slowly, "Sam...you do realize itsoctoberright? I'm still trying to figure out what I want to be for that Halloween party" Sam smiled wickedly "you know I like knowing what you want so that I can get it before the rush." she said as she looked at him and finished her milk. "And I thought you already had an idea of what you wanted to be for the Halloween party." she said as she disassembled the milk carton and turned it into a pumpkin. "But if you haven't decided maybe you should go as batman." she said and chuckled at the idea of it. "Mm, real original. I actually think I'm going to go as a Devil or something. Nice and easy," Quinn said with a sigh and played around with the little pumpkin and wrapped it like a present with the leftover cellophane from the sandwich and tied it up with a twisty tie. Why? He didn't feel like it." And if you want to get me something make me an origami Statue of Liberty gal going all King Kong on the Eiffel Tower. Even add a couple of fighter jets if you want to get fancy," Quinn said jokingly, "Yea, have her show those French bastards who's boss"((I apologize to French people everywhere.)) ((lol and I am enjoying this more and more))Sam smirked and thought that later she would ask him what he wanted to x-mas. She would make that for him though, he always gave her cool ideas for new origami pieces. "That would be interesting to see, and I am so going to make that." she SIAD apply then thought about what she would be for Halloween."which do you like better werewolf with the face of George Washington on it or dead island girl with an ax in her head and arrows sticking out of her back." she asked as she looked at him. She always loved Halloween because it let her be herself and show how creative she was. ((In XD))"Don't kill yourself over it Sam, sheesh. I was joking you know," he chuckled. He knew from the start that she was going to do it. That's why he mentioned it, but he wouldn't admit that he used Sam as his origami slave. Never." I like the furry George Washington one. After all what's more American, and in the spirit of Halloween, than ripping off a historical icon? Nothing I say!" He declared, "But how are you going to get wooden werewolf fangs? I don't think they make those. And you'd get splinters in your mouth..." ((and sorry, but I will have to go for a bit soon))Sam smiled "oh, I actually already have figured out if you want OT see. " She said as she pulled her bag out and started to go threw it. She finally found it at the bottom of the backpack with a load of other crap. She pulled it out and held it up apply."ha found it finally." she said and set it down on the table. It was a set of vampire fangs that had been painted to look like wood. "When I was going this my parents actually thought I had finally gone mental." she said as she smiled apply. Her parents always thought she was on the very of breaking down and going on a rampage of killing so they always keep an eye on her. ((DAW ok))"Sweet," Quinn sand and picked up one of the fangs and marveled at how well she actually painted the wood markings into the wood. It was almost creepy how well she did these things. Quinn often found himself feeling a big jealous of his friend, having the artistic talent of a cocker spaniel, but in the end he reasoned that having talent wasn't that important as long as he had someone who could make the stuff for him. Sam met that qualification perfectly." You overdo everything," he chuckled and handed the fang back, "Just make sure you don't swallow the damn paint. God only knows what chemicals they put in that crap" Sam laughed "don't worry, I have plenty of experience not to swallow the paint." she said as she stuck the fangs in and hissed at him. Some of the other kids looked over at their table, and she just smiled at them, knowing they thought that she was nuts, which she was in some ways."so what do your land for after school today? Or do your parents have you doing something demented again?" she asked as she smiled at him. She looked like a girl version of Washington expect she had green eyes and her black hair had small strands of white going threw it that made her look as if she was some sort of skunk. Quinn smiled menacingly at the crowd of staring students and flipped them off rather spectacularly. He liked the fact that everyone thought they were crazy. When he was young he was big on being alone, and he had never really liked sports all that much. He had been chubby in elementary school, in complete contrast between his stick like body now, which made him a bit of an outcast and also the fact that he loved to read more than play kickball. Plus he had lived in the U.K., Bristol to be exact, for most of his young life and had a very thick accent. It had disappeared over the years, but at the time it had earned him a lot of taunting. It was a reputation that he was very proud up. When you were strange the assholes tended to avoid you, occasionally they would pick on you, but over all if you kept to yourself, and maybe talked to yourself in class just to add erect, only the people who were worth talking to would actually dare come near you. Decides the crazies were more fun. Running his midnight blue eyes over the crowd, he glared randomly out at them until they turned back. Running a hand through his curly copper hair, he turned back to Sam with a sort of apathetic look." No actually I'm free as far as I know. My moms trying to turn the sidewall on the basement into a rock climbing wall. She's actually trying to take out the top of the wall and the roof so she can climb all the way out of the house," He said with a role of the eye, "I don't think she understands how cold out it is yet. And my dad is out duck hunting. But if I came over to your house I think I could get out of destroying our house"((OMG you were up till 1 in the morning D:)) ((yes, I was but just to say I was actually up till 2 and watching FMA on adult swim))Sam laughed, his mother was so much fun. Sometimes she wished that her mother was like that but no, she only had a dad who was very fun. Her mother had died in a car accident when she was five and her dad just never remarried. She had moved here for Alaska after that since her dad thought she would be more safe here than up there where bears and moose could hurt her and the cold could bite her fingers off if she wasn't to careful in the winter. So she was here now, with a father who worked as a Carpenter and loved to build things. That was where she got her talent for making things from. But she never knew where she got her weirdness from, her father always said it was from her mother who used to paint and write weird things for a living. But she couldn't remember her mother, she could never remember anything past six. Sam smiled "that sounds great but just to say dad is working on his next new project, a table with the faces of all the presidents on it." she said as she smiled. That was where she got the idea for her costume. ((Well, as long as its FMA XD))"Why doesn't that surprise me?" Quinn said with a sigh when she mentioned the table that her dad was making. Finishing off his strawberry milk, Quinn brought his tray up. Though, this wasn't exactly hard, seeing as they sat right next to where they were supposed to toss their dirty trays. The lunch ladies hated it and that was half the fun."I'll bring over my silent hill game if you want, though I want to kick your ass on that new ninja thing you got," Quinn chuckled, sitting back down at the table. Sam smiled evil "oh, I will kill you in the ninja game and yes bring it over." she said as she came back from tossing her stuff away. She loved video games, and she loved kicking his ass in any game. He wasn't that bad at them, she was just better at them in every way and could whip his butt most of the time."oh, and if you want to stay for dinner I am making pasta." she SIAD apply. Since she was the only woman in her house she was in charge of making all the food and that included her dad when it came to lunch. She has become a very good cook over the years but some of the things tasted like crap. "You wish," He scoffed as the bell rand and the rest of the students flooded to the doors. Quinn sighed, grabbing his bag and pushing his chair in. It was almost the end of the day, thank God. He hated school, as all sane children should, and knew already that he wouldn't be going to college. Decides he had band next, going home could wait. Now, their band wasn't an actual band. The fact of the matter was that their school sucked donkey balls and that included band. The school wouldn't actually fund the program, why was anyone's guess, but because of this they had only a rusty old oboe, a trombone with no slider, and a drum with a hole in it. That was it. But luckally, because the school was stupid, they were not aware of this, and so they could focus their two free periods on something else. That something else was chilling and bowling. Yes, they had actually made a working bowling rink in the basement. It was pretty awesome." And pastas alright. As long as its food and digestible," Smirking to her knowing that he could easily clean out her refrigerator in less than an hour. Sam smiled as they got to band. She loved this place since she could just relax and no one bothered her. She went over to the couch they had made and dropped her bags on the floor. "don't worry, it will be." she said and remembered the first time she made pasta. It had looked like it was some sort of living thing that she had just picked off the side of the road and put it on a plate. But she had gotten better, and she was proud of herself. She flopped onto the couch and smiled at Quinn. "So when do you think the school is going to find out about all of this?" she asked as she waved her hand so that he knew that she meet the whole bowling ally and the band room or how she like dot call it the hang-out room. "Knowing them, they'd make it the new faculty room," He said with a role of his eyes and picked up a ball. It was heavy, but he didn't mind. Shrugging a little at the battered up ball, he launched the thing towards the pins. It missed. Gutter ball." Fail," A voice said from behind. Quinn sighed and turned to face the other boy with a huff of distaste. To his mild surprise there were actually two instead, one tall with short black hair and a bit of five o'clock shadow going on, the other shorter with extremely long blond hair and a brown trench coat." Hey Travis, Jack," Quinn sighed as the ball returned to him. They were two of the other members of the 'band.' Travis was a lazy senior that actually was very smart, but didn't really give a crap. Jack didn't even go to this school, he had graduated almost three years ago, he just lived here. Sam smiled at the two, it was probably odd that she had all guy friends and no girlfriends. It was just that none of the girls liked her since she was all creepy and weird. She got that reputation in elementary school when she ate a worm and smiled at everyone after she did. All the girls squealed and ran from her saying that she was weird and going to be like that forever. SO yeah she was the only girl in the 'band' and she liked it that way."hey Jack, did you bring soda?" she asked apply. He usually always brought in some since soda was like god to her. Besides soda, she loved pixie sticks and potato chips. She usually only ate junk food, and yet she stayed moderately thin and some of the girls hated her for that. "Yup!" Jack declared and pulled out a big bottle of Coca-Cola. With a grin he smacked the bottle down triumphantly, "And I've got a bottle of rum in the back if you want to-""No," Travis cut in." But-" Jack pleaded." No!" He said again. Jack just pouted and took his seat between Sam and Quinn, looking very much like a spoiled little child that hadn't gotten a cookie." Party pooper," Jack and Quinn said at the same time. Travis just rolled his eyes."I'll go get some cups," He sighed and went to do just that. Sam glared at Travis and was about ready to kick him. "Why did you have to do that? You ruined out fun." she said and punched him in the arm. She wanted to have a drink, she already had rum before so why couldn't she have it again. But of course she doesn't remember what happened part of that night, but she still liked the stuff. "Because, if you leave the school all drunk well all get found out and then Jack here will be without a home. Meaning that he'll be living with me and honestly I can't afford to go to jail," Travis explained as he put down the plastic cups before taking a seat himself. Jack raised one with a grin and rested his dirty feet on the coffee table."Hey, hey, I wouldn't have gotten you arrested bro," He said with as much sincerity as he could." You were running a meth lab in my attic!" Travis exclaimed angrily." Heeey! I would have let you have some! Sheesh," Jack scoffed and pored himself some coke. Travis rolled his eyes, "Yes because exploding my house is totally worth the drugs""How much does that stuff cost anyway?" Quinn asked, leaning over to face Jack." Oh my god! I am not hearing this," Travis moaned and covered his face with his hands. Sam wacked Quinn in the head. "If I ever find you are doing drugs you better fear for your like and not sleep forever because I will be in the shadows waiting to kill you." she said in a threatening voice. Her one and only girlfriend had died because of drugs, and so she hated drugs more than anything else. To her, they took away her friends and where evil thing. She then turned to Jack and made a fist "and if I find you ever doing that again you better run for the hills because I will be coming after you." her voice was covered in how serious she was. She would go after them and teach them a season, and they knew it. "Ok, thatfriggin hurt!" Quinn wined and rubbed the side of his head that she had bashed in, "Don't worry I was just curious. I'll never do anything harder than weed alright?" Travis was busying himself with blocking out this conversation having been the boyfriend of said deceased friend and finding the very idea of needles revolting. Jack on the other hand was just whistling in that oh so guilty way you do when your trying to act innocent. Sam glared at Jack and jumped up. If she stayed around him any longer they would find them watching her beat him up making him promise never to do it again. Instead, to grabbed one of the balls and threw it down. It knocked out all the pins and crashed into the wall, making a loud sound. She then looked at them "so what do you have planed for the weekend?" she asked, still trying to calm down. "None," Quinn said quickly and downed the drink." I'm going to go see a movie I think," Jack said with a shrug, the idea sounding sort of boring to him." I'm probably going up to the Penn State game... We're playing Wisconsin and I want to tackle the badger," Travis remarked seriously. Sam smiled, she wanted to see Travis tackle the badger. "Yeah, I don't think anything interesting is going to happen this weekend (if only she knew)." she said then flopped onto the floor and started to make an invisible snow angle. She needed to calm down still and she couldn't hurt anyone if she was laying on the ground doing this. "It doesnthaveto be boring you know, I hear Paranormal Activity is playing down at the theater. Its getting closer to Halloween so what better way to get us already then see it?" Travis offered. Jack chuckled a little bit, ruffling his long, tussled blond hair and chucking an empty plastic cup just above Travis' head while rattling off a lovely profanity. Travis, being the ninja that he was, ducked and missed it well. Quinn just sighed and took another drink, looking at the two of them and fighting the urge to role his eyes sarcastically." Your such an optimist Travis, it pisses me off," Quinn muttered." Well your pessimism pisses me off too but I keep my mouth shut about it now don't i?" Travis snapped back smoothly."Oh, go die in a hole," He huffed." Why are we fighting about a movie again?" Travis sighed. Sam just laid there and listed to there little conversation and how stupid it was. "I think we should go see Zombie land, I heard that that is supposed to be funny." she said as she tilted her head back so that she would see the three of them. "And they are fighting about the movie because it will entertain me and there is nothing better to do till-" and she was cut off right when the bell rang. She smiled and jumped to her feet, "finally, time to go home." she said apply as she looked at the three of them. "Ah such lovely timing," Travis said with a bit too much happiness in his voice as he picked up his backpack and headed for the door, "See ya""Bye prick" Quinn waved back with a grin." Watch it," Travis warned and was off. Quinn rolled his eyes one last time and retrieved his own backpack before pushing Sam out the door with him. He just wanted out of this place, school just had that unnatural stench of evil to it, like Jack's old gym shorts. Sam smiled and let Quinn push her out the door and into the outside world that she loved. She stopped for a second and just breathed in some air that hadn't been tainted by the foul smell of the school which smelled of burnt pizza and fresh paper. She then turned to Quinn, "so are we walking or riding?" they could either take the bus and listed to the annoying racket that everyone made or walked and listen to each other. "I don't really care," Quinn said honestly with a shrug and shoved his hands into his pockets, "It's up to you, I guess, I'm mooching off your food tonight so I might as well let you pick right?" Quinn smiled a little at the thought of food. Oh food, glorious, glorious nourishment. He could practically smell Sam's house already. It was full of food of course. Quinn chuckled dreamily as his stomach rumbled like an angry bear. Sam shook her head and chuckled. "I say we walk, it will take more time and make you want more food." she said as she looked at him. She knew that when they got there he would eat everything out of their fridge. "But do try to control yourself when it comes to the food." she said as she set off towards home "You underestimate the appetite of a teenage boy. I'd eat a tree if I had nothing else around. Hopefully a maple tree though...or pine. I've always wondered if their minty... But anyway, walking sounds good," Quin said and shoved his hands in his pocket as he followed her. Back at the parking lot the buses were departing with a few students in tow while everyone else, meaning everyone with a driver's license, was getting their car from their designated spots. Many of then were sports cars so that they could show off just how rich their parents were. Quinn rolled his eyes. He understood that it was convenient to have a car for after school activities. But if you were just going to leave right at the end of school then why bother? You got there slower because of all the traffic, and not to mention that it was a waist of fuel, for everyone, not just the driver. And did they need to be so flashy? Grumbling a little, Quinn turned his mind back to Sam and the food that she had in her house as they continued on down the road. Sam smiled and turned around, walking backwards. "I would love to see you eat a tree. Tell me when and where so that I can sell tickets to it." she said apply and smiled at him. She could just picture him with tree bark in between his teeth. They soon got to her house and kicked the front door open. "Dad I am home." she called and all that responded was a grumble and then some wood shavings from the one room. "OH god! He's actually eating a tree!" Quinn exclaimed laughingly after seeing the pile of wood shavings. He chuckled again as he made a beeline for the kitchen and pulled out an opened box of rice crispy treats. He wasted no time in plopping one into his mouth and munching into the marshmallow goodness. Sam shook her head as she walked over and as she put the T.V. on. "Hey, those are mine." she said as she took the box from him and put them away. "I bought those for me and only me. Do I have to hide them?" she said as she looked at him and in the background I heard something about people eating people and screaming and other things. Quinn grinned as he shoved another into his mouth, "If you want to save some for yourself you will have to." Before she could respond, Quinn ran into the other room holding the box high above his head and laughing triumphantly. He made it into the other room and looked back as he laughed. Of course, while he was distracted, he ran into the couch. Flipping over the back he did a magnificent face-plant into the coffee table spraying the rice crispy bars around the room. Sam ran after him and before she got the change to tackle him the couch had tripped him. She laughed and land agent the couch. "Fail, that has to be the world's biggest Epic Fail." she said as she laughed at him and walked over to him. "And don't get blood on the coffee table, I eat off of that." she said and as she smiled at him and grabbed a rice crispy bar and started to eat it. Quinn grumbled and pulled himself off the table, rubbing the goose egg that was forming on his forehead." Heartless witch," He hissed jokingly, "I hope you choke on the blood then"There was no blood on the table. Luckily he had hit it square on and had missed the deadly pointy edges. The only thing that was damaged was his ego. Sam laughed like the witch from the Wizard of Oz. "Oh but why would I want your blood? I bet that it would last like ramen mixed with cool-aide." she said and stuck her tongue out at him as she disappeared into the kitchen. She then came back with a bag full of ice and placed it on his forehead. "Here, you're going to have a big bruise there." she said as she smiled at him. "I'm sure," he said, rubbing the spot as it began to swell and turn red before their eyes. Shaking his head he managed to pull himself up off the floor with help from the arm of the couch. He staggered a bit as the blood rushed to his head but after a few moments he stood perfectly on his own. As she stars cleared from his eyes, partly from the blow to the head, partly from the head-rush, a man staggering outside caught his attention. He was old, drooling, and walking around in a messy leisure suit. He walked like he had metal rods shoved up both of his legs. Furthermore, he kind of felt bad for the man. Furthermore, he looked like he needed help, by the way he was walking he probably needed some type of support." Hey...Sam...isn't that your neighbor dude?" He asked. Sam looked outside and there was Mr. Rush. "Yeah that is, what is he doing over here." she said as she got up and walked outside. She walked right up to him, and he looked as though he was sleepwalking or under a trance. "Mr. Rush? Are you okay?" she asked but right when she spoke he turned to her and moans. Then staggered closer and tried to grad her. Sam quickly moved out of the way and started at him. "Um, Hello. Wake up Mr. Rush, your sleep walking." she said as she backed up and came towards her. She then noticed other people walking like this and wondered what in god's name was going on. "Um... Sam...Let's go back inside," Quinn said, fear rising up from his stomach as the small mob of people started to gather near the house. Pushing her back inside and closing the door, still in a bit of shock from just how crazy they all looked, he noticed that one of her neighbors wasn't doing the same hobble towards them ass the rest. It was a middle-aged man, running like the devil himself was on his heals. Seeing his distress, Quinn opened the door again, making sure that Mr. Rush was still within a safe distance of course. He was about to call out the guy when suddenly Mr. Rush turned from them and looked at the other man and in about two strides tackled him to the ground. Quinn let out an audible gasp of horror as Mr. Rush and several other neighbors bit into the man, spraying blood all over the ground. Without a moments hesitation Quinn slid the door shut with such force that the bang actually echoed throughout the house. Sam ran inside after seeing what had happened to the man. She was glad to hear the door close and looked at Quinn. "I think we should stay inside for a little while." she said and then finally heard the T.V. "we just got breaking news. It seems that something at a lab has gone horribly wrong, and we now have zombie in our world. Adults and kids are advised to stay inside and not go outside." it said and Sam looked at Quinn, "looks like that answers some of our questions." Quinn stared at the TV with jaw wide open and eyes practically bugging out. Still in utter disbelief of the situation he, rubbed his eyes as if to wipe away what he was seeing and then turned to the window. Not tearing his eyes from the window once, he observed the "undead" mob hobbling their way closer to the house and, more importantly, them. But luckily, there was a door in their way. So, they were safe...enough." Jesus frigging Christ! There is noway this is happening! Its like frigging Shawn of the dead! Only without all the limey accents!" Quinn squeaked, still bug eyed. Sam smiled when he said Shawn of the dead, "yes you are right and the only way to defeat them is to hit them head on." she said and then ran upstairs. She soon came back with a across stick and a bat. For some odd reason she wasn't afraid one bit, she was more exited than anything else. She got to beat the crap out of zombies, who wouldn't be exited. "Which weapon do you want?" she asked as she held up the across stick and bat. "Anything hard that won't break," He said, made his way to Sam's hallway closet. It was dark inside and he couldn't hope to see anything inside the little space. So, he shoved his hand in quickly and pulled out the first hard object he felt. It was an old lamp. Grumbling to himself he tossed the thing aside and pulled out a set of golf clubs obviously made for children as the golf bag only went a little higher than his knees, but the clubs looked sound enough. With a shrug he closed the door and took a club out, slinging the rest of them over his shoulder easily." There!" He said proudly. But then he got thinking." Hey...what if this isn't like the movies!? What if we can't kill them at all! I mean, I know there have been like...a million different movies of this...but this is real life you know!" Quinn pointed out nervously, "What if the brain isn't really a week spot" Sam shield and strapped the baseball bat to her side like a sword. "Well if the head isn't the weakness then I guess we will just have to beat the crap of them and run for it." she said as she smiled at him. She then headed towards her dads room and came out with two helmets, "here." she said and tossed one to him. "Just in case I accidentally think you're one, I don't want to hurt your head." she said as she put her helmet on. Quinn laughed at just how absurd the whole thing was. Helmets and zombies. Lovely. Sighing and shaking his head, he slid the helmet on and whacked it with the side of his golf club, producing a lovely clang of metal against metal." Wonderful! Ill keep my brain fresh for the zombies," he joked. Sam looked at him, "that is the idea." she said then made her way to the front door and could see the zombies behind it. "Oh look, it is bobby from class." she said and was glad to see that he was a zombie. He had picked on her for the past few years, and now she got to beat the crap out of him. The idea of it made her smile so wide that it was scary, and she really wanted to do it. Quinn looked at him and sighed. With a little nod, he patted her shoulder solemnly." Well...when you need to bash his scull in, just try not to get too messy ok?" He said seriously and looked even farther off into the distance. There were zombies alright. Lots of them. Not quite, football stadium amount, but quite a few, and they were all scattered aimlessly around the place as most of them hadn't seen them inside the house yet. Lucky them. As he looked around the neighborhood a bit more his jaw nearly dropped as, suddenly, a school bus piled rived into the zombies." Holy shit!... They didn't even cancel school on the day of a zombie outbreak? That's just frigginwrong..." He hissed. Sam looked out of the window and saw the buss. It ran over the cranky old lady that always yelled at her, and she nearly cheered in happiness as she watched. But as she looked at the bus she thought she could see a familiar person driving it. She count' quit make it out and looked at Quinn. "Hey can you make out who is driving the bus?" she asked as she looked at him and wondered who it was. Quinn had to squint at it but after a moment he pulled back with shock. At first, he seemed slightly horrified, but it only lasted a moment as he erupted into laughter."HAHAHA! Oh, fuck its Jack! That cheeky bastard! He stole a god-damned bus! FUCK! I don't know whether to slap him or kiss him!" He laughed.((OMG I POSTED)) Sam laughed, "are you serious!?" she asked but then looked and saw. It was definitely Jack. "I think I might just do both." she said with a smile since this was probably the best news she had gotten all day.

Aim for the Head (Palmoun & Nekochan's zombie rp)|rating:4.0

Pokémon_ Chains of Evolution (Character Roster)

The Adventure (Discussion (Check (( Roster (Map/Event Listing (Pokédex (the thread for all the characters who have been approved in that bold text. To prevent stretching the page and to make it very easy to find the profile you're looking for, I'd ask that everyone follow this format:Code: [Select][spoiler=Character's Name Lt;TYPE IF GYM Leader;][b]Name:[/b][b]Age:[/b] Being that this is a new Pokémon League, it's reasonable to expect most of the Gym Leaders to be younger.[b]Appearance:[/b] Pictures are welcome, but not necessary. If you don't include one, be sure to be detailed with your description.[b]Specialization:[/b] Mandatory if you're playing a Gym Leader.[b]Orientation:[/b] Might as well include it. Any are welcome, but feel free to leave it blank if you haven't decided yet.[b]Personality:[/b] Keep it simple if you want, but remember that this will probably reflect on your character's Type choice and the style of Gym Challenge they instate, as well as their battle methodology.[b]Hometown and Region:[/b] If they're a local, you don't have to include the town, unless you've already thought of a name for one.[b]Background:[/b] At least a paragraph or two would be appreciated. Especially important is their trainer history, how they came to choose their Type, and probably how they got noticed by the Tet so Elite Four.[b]Starting Team:[/b] Since they're all new Gym Leaders here, and we want some sort of progression in the RP, here are the rules for your opening team:-One first stage Pokémon and one second stage (mine being a Turtling and a Gloom, for example).-No second stage starters or pseudo-Legendarily (i.e. you can have a Character or a Dating, but not a Chameleon or a Dragon air, at least not until the former evolves).-A second stage of a two-stage family or a Pokémon with no evolutions or preevolutions is acceptable for the second slot.-Pokémon that seem too powerful may be denied. (I wouldn't want someone starting with a Croydon, even though it's only the middle Pokémon in its family. A Magma might be okay, though.)-Include their moves. The first stage can start with three, the second stage can start with four. Keep it as something they would learn under level, say, 20 or 25, or by TM if it's not too strong.-For the sake of making this less confusing, without special permission, you may only nickname your character's primary Pokémon (or just one of your choice).-No legendarily, obviously.[/spoiler]So, in the end, it should come out looking like this:Cedric Ole aster Lt;Grass;(Name: Cedric OleasterAge: 24Appearance: See left. Specialization: Grass Orientation: Hetero (so far)Personality: Cedric is a quiet and thoughtful man, preferring to think through almost anything he says rather than blurting something out and risking sounding like a fool. Outwardly, he seems strong and perhaps a bit distant, but has lingering confidence issues over mistakes he's made in the past, especially when it comes to training Pokémon. It's difficult to earn his full-hearted trust, but because so few have it, he'll fight to the death for whoever does. Hometown and Region: Drift veil City, Nova Region Background: Drift veil was not the best place for a mind like Cedric's. While the city was a great place to find work, prospering from both the region's central dock operation and Clay's mining company, the young man wanted more than to just be a laborer for the rest of his life. He saw how Pokémon worked alongside the miners and the dockworkers, but wanted to learn more about the psychology of Pokémon: why they were so willing to help humans, and what made them all different, yet so similar and easy to befriend. By the time he reached 16, an answer was brought to him, but not the kind he expected. Men came to his town and preached that Pokémon were really not happy with humans, but enslaved and miserable. He was told they needed to be rescued, and he made up his mind to join the fight. Cedric received his first Pokémon at the same time as he left Drift veil for the first time of his life, and he was immediately set to doing the dirty work of this new group. He didn't understand how his seemingly harmful actions could benefit the Pokémon population as a whole, but he believed he was learning the truth about their nature, and did whatever he was told as he sought more truth. Unfortunately, by the time he came to his senses and realized he was the one enslaving and hurting Pokémon, justice had come for them, and he was a changed man; not even Clay, who he had known all his life, and who has father had worked for decades, recognized him with his new uniform and attitude. Abandoning his Pokémon to be returned to their trainers, Cedric fled his home as an outlaw, believing he would never be able to raise a Pokémon again. Time made the difference, though. He traveled around for a year or two in flight of his past before he came to Kant, where he found a poor Oldish being poached by two awfully familiar men in black uniforms. He took the two men down before they could manage to get their own Pokémon out and left the Oldish to go free again, but, strangely, the little weed creature decide to follow after him instead, much to his chagrin. It was while trying to get this Pokémon to stop following him that he was discovered by a man named Oak, who questioned why anyone would not want the friendship of such a kind creature. Of course, Oak could see the answer in Cedric's eyes; he saw a damaged man, plagued with self-doubt and loathing for his past, but there was still a spark beneath of someone who wanted to become more, to learn more about Pokémon and create a better world with that knowledge. Despite much resistance, he managed to convince Cedric to become a research student. With the help of Oak, Elm, and various other Pokémon Professors (along with his friendly new Oldish, Priscilla), Cedric gradually started to trust himself with Pokémon again, eventually accepting an offer from Professor Elm to perform a research project for him. The locals surrounding a wildlife reserve in the distant region of Tet so had agreed to let Elm set up a new lab on the site to study effects of cross-breeding, especially among Grass Pokémon. Having taken a great interest in the Grass type himself, Cedric agreed and departed to perform research on his own, not nearly a Pokémon Professor in his own right, but on that road nonetheless. A visit from the friendly Elite Four Steel trainer eventually presented an opportunity for Cedric to get even more funding for his and Elm's project. With the hearty approval of the locals, he converted part of his lab into a Gym, deciding to dedicate his challenge to making trainers realize the importance of trust between them and their Pokémon. Starting Team: Gloom (Priscilla)Attacks: Mega Drain, Acid, Stun Spore, Sleep PowderTurtwigAttacks: Cut, Razor Leaf, Withdraw Much appreciation. ’D Louise Fairchild Lt;Poison;(Louise Fairchild: 19Appearance: See left Specialization: Poison Orientation: Bisexual, but prefers girls. Personality: Likes trying new things, but will often stick to what she knows, looking for patterns that she can use to her advantage. She is playful and fun-loving, but making her angry is generally a bad idea, as she is quite capable of holding grudges. Other than that, she is bubbly, upbeat, and generally a happy-go-lucky girl. Hometown and Region: Astor point City, Tet so Region Background: An Astor point native, Louise grew up with the big city as a facet of regular life. During her early years, she lived in an apartment with her parents. The first Pokémon she caught at the age of ten (with her father’s help) was a Cuba that had been separated from its colony and ended up dangling from their upstairs neighbor’s windowsill. Years later, when she was sixteen, she picked up a job clearing out anything that happened to clog factory smokestacks, usually a Offing, with the help of her now-evolved Combat. She caught one of them, as opposed to chasing them off as per her usual job, and started training it alongside her Combat. Come the age of eighteen, however, she decided that she wanted to do a little bit of travelling, and see the region. She did a full circuit of Tet so’s towns and cities, with Douglas berg City in particular reminding her of her home. She spent a few weeks there, traversing the city’s underground ruins, when she met the Elite Four’s Ghost Trainer, also exploring the underground. After a friendly chat, and guessing that she would have to be a decent Trainer to make it as far from the surface as Louise was when they met, the girl was extended the invitation to join the new League as Astor point’s Gym Leader. Starting Team: KoffingAttacks: Poison Gas, Smog, SmokeScreenGolbatAttacks: Toxic, Confuse Ray, Venoshock, Wing Attack Kelly MacDougall Lt;Darkest;Name: Kelly MacDougall: 22Appearance: (Dark Orientation: Bisexual Personality: Self-Centered. That's the biggest thing about Kelly that you'll notice. As one of the 'privileged', she's grown up to be rather lazy and sort of pain. The world is supposed to revolve around her, and you should understand that. She tends to get bored easily, and wander off to do any number of things as long as it's something that can hold her attention. She's fairly cat-like in that regard. Hometown and Region: Douglas berg City, Tet so Region. Background: Kelly is quite possibly the wealthiest girl in the entire Tet so region. Her family goes all the way back to the founding of Douglas berg, and were the people that over the years have made the city what it is. Growing up as a little princess with all of her needs and wants to be fulfilled. . She was pretty damn bored. The girl took up wandering about the ruins that Douglas berg was built over, when she finally found something interesting: wild Pokémon! The ruins always seemed to be a magnet for Dark-type Pokémon, so she found herself quickly growing to like them. A bit of pouting and "Daddy~"-ING managed to convince her father to expand his shiny new casino and resort, to have battling facilities and a Safari Zone installed so she could have fun. Since this was the first time in years that she'd actually showed initiative, he caved in, and to his surprise the city became even MORE popular! In the years that followed, Kelly was revealed to have a rare talent when it came to catching and battling Pokémon. She was difficult to read, and nearly impossible to panic, so she managed to win battles that should have been all but impossible. When word of her skills reached the Elite Four, they granted her the chance to open up her very own Pokémon Gym in the city. Starting Team: Scraggy "Scrappy"Attacks: Low Kick, Faint Attack, Brick BreakKrokorok "Specs"Attacks: Rage, Bite, Sand-Attack, Sand Tomb Fatso Karachi Lt;Trainer;Name: Fatso KatashiAge: 17Appearance: (Psychic and Dark mainly Orientation: Bi curious Personality: Fatso is a caring kind of guy, he loves seeing Pokémon achieve their fullest potential possible, but on the counter side, he is fierce in battle, never going so far as to push his Pokémon too far, but seems to share a kind of link with his Pokémon who tend to respond appropriately. Hometown and Region: Tet so, South Point town Background: Fatso was born in South point town, a small town that is located at the south tip of Tet so. He could always see the lights of the stadium from his ocean side window and his best friend, an Levee named Tosh, always stood by his side since he had rescued the poor Pokémon a year ago. At 10 Fatso left home with Levee, and received his starter Pokémon, Kindlemurr. His mother had given him the Egg of a Hoot hoot that was her favorite Pokémon, and when it had hatched, Fatso took such a love of it, but would never let it battle for its own safety of course, though the hoot hoot did watch the battles he had. Though Fatso seemed to be more suited to the psychic and dark types, which he did not have yet, but would, at least he expected to, he did like the psychic and dark types even from a young age. Starting Team: Hoot Hoot (M), Baby, Not active for fighting, counted as "Egg" until LVL 5Kindlemurr (M), (LVL 21) Moves: Rollout, Smog, Flame Chargebee (M), (Nicknamed: Tosh) (LVL 24) Moves: Tackle, Growl, Shadow ball (TM) Natasha Lt;Psychic;Name: Natasha: 19Appearance:. (Psychic Orientation: BiPersonality: Natasha is driven and fierce, throwing herself completely into any project she sets her mind to. She doesn't like being told no and can have a dangerous temper when provoked. Most of the time, however, she keeps her temper under control. Hometown and Region: Slate port City, HoennBackground: Natasha was born in Slate port City in Horn, the only child of two former trainers. Living around Pokémon her entire life, her psychic potential was obvious from the age of four. Natasha spent years honing her psychic ability, focusing on telekinetic and empathic abilities. By her 16th birthday, Natasha had left Slate port on a boat headed to the Tet so region, leaving everything familiar behind, except her two Pokémon that she received as eggs. Natasha traveled through Tet so until she arrived at Ransom city, which was under attack by a swarm of Bee drill. With the aide of her Meditate and Rats, Natasha was able to drive off the bug Pokémon. A member of the elite four [steel trainer's name] was watching. Impressed with her skill at handling the swarm, s/he offered Natasha a position in the fledgling Pokémon league. Natasha accepted, and soon started working on constructing her own gym. Starting Team: Meditate ♀ - Level 10; Bide, Meditate, Confusion, Low Sleepwalks ♀ - Level 10; Growl, Confusion, Double Team Cain Format |Trainer Name: Cain Dormagen: Twenty Appearance:Cain Format(None. Orientation: Bisexual (Leans toward women more)Personality: Cain can be highly sarcastic to people he does not like. Most don't see his tone as such until way later. Which in turn people will start to detest him bit by bit until they see him as an a-hole. Being like this is a defensive mechanism meant to keep others from getting to close. Despite all the traveling and battles done by him. He can be fairly relaxed which his Pokémon love about him due to this. Most trainers constantly want their own to push forward which make them dislike any kind of growth with the trainer. This part of him makes them more rested and willing to do as he asks. One of his finest points is the level of loyalty he has for others as well as his team. No matter what he'll stick by them. Abandonment is never an option so the saying 'Stuck with me til the end' is a truth. Hometown and Region: Sootopolis City in HoennBackground: He was raised in Sootopolis with his mother who came to live in the place because of its beautiful nights as well as the chance of exercise which all in this town had. At a young age Cain had been introduced to Pokémon by riding on the back of a April which was his mothers first companion in her travels. As he grew older his interest shifted toward other types due to trainers coming to see the gym leader Wallace for the badge one needed to compete against the legendary Elite Four in his region. At the age of ten Cains mother decided his father should be an active role in his life, and was sent on good faith. It was in Restore City where his father worked as a scientist reviving fossil Pokémon that was once extinct surprised his son wanting to know more about the past for its number of prehistoric wonders. Here he learned about the other types that he would encounter whilst going to school. When turning fifteen the research department at his fathers work received a new fossil from Singh. Two Skull fossils which had been found by a gym leader/ miner in the Underground. Eagerly Cain begged his father to let revive it to see what kind it beheld. On that that day a set of Craniums both male and female came to be. His father studied them, and even evolved them to Ramparts for years those two kept Cain's interest wanting to have one of his own. After about nine years of living with his father the young man decided that he should become a trainer to travel the world and become a better person. As a gift by his father he received an egg from the two Ramparts who had breed with one another. The duo were reluctant to part with their offspring, yet allowed him to have it as well. When it hatched the baby Craniums was wild having a bit of a temper. The natural blue tone like its parents had been altered and was now red and gray. The second gift had been one just as great a trip to Tet so a newer frontier in which he could hone the skills needed. Starting Team:Craniums|Rune| Male (Downs a damage-dealing Rock-type move introduced in Generation V. It is TM23 as of Generation V. In battle Smack Down inflicts damage. If the target is airborne, Smack Down forces it onto the ground, removing the effects of Magnet Rise and Telekinesis. Smack Down makes its target vulnerable to Ground-type moves and Arena Trap even if it is Flying-type or has Levitated. This effect lasts until the affected Pokémon switches out. HeadbuttIs a damage-dealing Normal-type move introduced in Generation I. It was TM02 in Generation II. In battle Headbutt does damage and has a 30% chance of causing the target to flinch Take Downs a damage-dealing Normal-type move introduced in Generation I. It was TM09 in Generation I. In battle Take Down does damage, and the user receives recoil damage equal to 25% of the damage done to the opponent. If the user of Take Down attacks first and faints due to recoil damage, the opponent will not attack or be subjected to recurrent damage during that round. Self-inflicted recoil damage from Take Down from the previous turn can be countered if the opponent does not make a move on the following turn. If you Take Down breaks a substitute, the user will take no recoil damage. Croagunk| Female(a damage-dealing Dark-type move introduced in Generation II. This move has the highest possible priority value of all moves. In battle If the target Pokémon is switched out on the turn Pursuit is used, Pursuit's power becomes 80 and will deal damage before the Pokémon is switched out. This does not apply if used on an allay switching out. Faint Attacks a damage-dealing Dark-type move introduced in Generation II.in battle Faint Attack inflicts damage, and is unaffected by modifications to the Accuracy stat or Evasion stat. It will not hit a Pokémon during the semi-invulnerable turn of moves such as Dig, Fly and Dive. SwaggerIs a non-damaging Normal-type move introduced in Generation II.in battle Swagger raises the target's Attack two stages and confuses it. Should the target already be confused, or be protected by confusion due to Safeguard, Swagger will still raise its Attack. Pokémon with the Ability Own Tempo are immune to both effects. Because the target's Attack increases, they will receive more damage if they hurt themselves. VenoshockIs a damage-dealing Poison-type move introduced in Generation V. It is TM09 as of Generation V.in battleVenoshock inflicts damage and its power will double to 130 when the target is poisoned. Electra Random Lt;Various;Name: Electra Language: 18Appearance: (Specialization: Various. Orientation: Bi she thinks. But she's not sure, too shy. Personality: Electra is a delicate girl. She is very shy, quiet, easily embarrassed, and always exceedingly sweet and nice. She has a love for all Pokémon, but especially the rare and/or unusual one such as her Sparkles. Her ultimate goal is to one day be a great Pokémon researcher like the professors. Hometown and Region: Violet City, Jo tho Region Background: Electra's parents were killed when she was five years old in a fire, leaving her to live with her only aunt, a busy businesswoman. However, she is also the great niece of Prof Oak and grew up loving Pokémon as much as he. She would often offer to help out at the Poke Center on the weekdays, at her great uncle's Lab in the summer, as well as occasional visits to Mr Pokémon on the weekends. She was helping out at the Lab one day when a pale blue Fichu zoomed past her and knocked the bucket of mop water she was using over. The Fichu was apparently only a few days old and had been a ball of trouble since she hatched. Getting into stuff, electrifying people, making a mess of things. Electra however was not aware of the naughtiness of the young Pokémon and immediately attracted by her odd color, Electra called the little beast to her. The Fichu took an immediately liking to the small framed, soft speaking girl and bounded into her arms, unfortunately giving off slight sparks when she did, but not enough to harm Electra, just make her hair stand on end. The Professor there (her great Uncle Samuel) was amazed at the Fichu's immediately attraction to Electra, all too happy to be rid of the little troublemaker, he gave the Fichu to Electra as her fist Pokémon, seeing a great future ahead for her. Her Glace on Electra found just outside Violet city, apparently abandoned by its owner because it lost a Gym Challenge. Hurt and barely alive, she took the scared Pokémon to the Poke Center, where they healed it up. However once it felt better, it would respond to nobody except Electra, so after begging her aunt to let her keep it, she brought the Pokémon home. Elektra was first noticed by the Elite 4 of this region a few months ago. She was in Goldenrod City when two of them were there doing a radio cast about the region. However, much similar to an event in previous years, a few stray Team Rocket Grunts got it in their head that they were going to take over the radio tower. Electra accidentally got caught in the middle and with just her two little Pokémon, managed to beat the TRGs. Impressed, the two Elite 4 members invited her to Test. Her aunt told Electra it was up to her, so within a few weeks, she had packed her bags and had a ship ticket to Test. She now lives in the nice little seaside town known as Meth rial City, and recently she has gotten her hands on a Topi egg, or rather her aunt gave it to her when she came to visit Electra. Starting Team: Shiny blue Fichu (Sparkles) Appearance (Thunder Shock, Thunder Wave, Sweet KissGlaceon Attacks: Icy Wind, Ice Shard Ice Fang, Hail Deana Lazarus Lt;First;Name: Deana Sausage: 23Appearance: (Fire Orientation: Straight Personality: A very straightforward and honest woman, due to her reputation she often has a problem of getting overconfident when handling minor problems, but manages to find a way to solve the problem at hand anyway. She loves speaking to fans, though people with the ability to actually recognize her in public are somewhat rare. When confronted with a problem, she usually likes to solve it by tackling it head on and immediately, rather than wasting time thinking and planning first. This impulsiveness gives her a particular affinity for the Fire type, which suits her style quite well. Hometown and Region: Cider helm city, the island city in the middle of the Tet so region (#12). Cider helm city is known as the 'place where the magic is born' due to the extreme overabundance of entertainment publishing mediums dotting the area. Most of the entertainment for the Tet so region, everything from TV stations, to books, to the radio, is likely stationed in Cider helm city. Because of this, it's biggest tourist trap is the fact that it's the home to several of the most famous and adored people in the Tet so region, though the resident gym leader can't really count himself among that list just yet. Background: Deana was born in the Nova region, though immediately after finishing schooling she left home in order to get away from her rather judgmental parents, who wanted Deana to settle down and get a 'real' job instead of seeking to use one of her few genuine talents that she knew she had, the talent of story writing. As such, she set her home in the Tet so region, and after quite a bit of effort, she succeeded in getting a publishing deal out of Cider helm city. Ever since, she has begun a moderate rise in popularity among the readers, though none of her works have been sleeper hits. In terms of Pokémon training, Deana got his start with a Pulpit (Nicknamed Lucille) that had been something of a childhood companion to her since her early preteen years. By the time she moved into the Tet so region, Lucille was a fully evolved Nineties, and was quite a powerful companion for the trip over. She also picked up her second Pokémon, a Tor chic, from a Pokémon Breeding farm that was closing down, because the little thing was adorable and she wanted it. She never actually took Pokémon battling too seriously though, until she heard that Tet so would be starting up a Pokémon league all its own, something that Deana saw as a real claim to fame if she were to play her cards right and get a little lucky. As such, she began training her two comrades for combat, and was able to get the attention of the Tet so elite 4 due to the fact that she was a local of Cider helm city that was actually interested in becoming a Gym leader, a rarity among the typically extremely wealthy and somewhat snobbish residents Cider helm. And so the Fire type Gym leader of Cider helm city was decided. Even though she was still relatively new to Pokémon combat as a whole, the Elite 4 were willing to cut Deana some slack due to the inexperience of the other Gym leaders as well, Deana being right around their same skill level anyway. Starting Team: Lucille the Nineties-Confuse Ray-Faint Attack-Flame burst (this is going to be the 'in between' attack for Ember and Flamethrower, I figure, since Ember is a little weak for a well-trained Nineties, while Flamethrower would be too powerful)-Quick attack (this move will likely be replaced later by teaching it the TM move for Solar beam or Energy ball, to cover for type weaknesses. Bulbapedia will back me up on this one)Tor chic-Scratch-Focus Energy-Ember Diana Enjoy Lt;Fighting;Name: Diana Encourage: 17Appearance: Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide(Fighting Orientation: Bi-Curious Personality: Quite wild. When Diana gets pumped up, everyone knows it and loves it. She knows how to get trainers amped up to really get into their battles with her. Diana is the type to strike while the iron's hot, but can be flustered if you manage to put her in a tight spot. Hometown and Region: Tet so Region, Hometown unknown Background: Diana doesn't remember much of her past. All she knows is she was clutching onto a Role when she came to and both she and the Pokémon were heavily injured. Having no memories of where she came from or where she was going, Diana just began walking. She knew they both needed help, so she continued walking mindlessly, oblivious of her surroundings, looking for someone that could help them. Eventually she fainted from her wounds, but later came to in a bed. Turns out an older looking man had found her and tended to her wounds. She asked about the Role that was with her, and the man showed her him sleeping on the edge of the bed. The man didn't ask where she came from or anything, he only introduced himself as Lee Enjoy, an old Pokémon trainer that lived in the secluded area she was wandering around in. He did ask what her name was, but when she seemed confused over it, he realized that the trauma from one of her head injuries must've caused it. "I know! How about I give you a name for now?" He spoke to her kindly. "I'll name you. Diana. Diana Enjoy. Until you can remember your true name, keep this as your name." During her time with him, spent mostly recovering from her wounds and watching over the Role as it needed more time to recover. He didn't do much aside from quietly watch the two, keeping whatever secrets he knew to himself. Lee spoke to Diana in various ways, trying to ascertain how much she remembers, but it was hard. Some things she did automatically, while others needed to be taught. He taught her how to use Pokémon and how to catch them as well as how to care for them. Lee suggested that she put Role into a poke ball, but upon sight of one, the little guy freaked out and tried to get away. It was only by Diana's soft talking and earnest nature that she seemed to calm him down. She promised him that she wouldn't make him do anything he didn't want to. After that, he seemed to grudgingly listen to her, following her around at time and keeping his distance at others. Soon though Diana's currently stable world was thrown into chaos as some men burst into the home, looking for Role and herself. Without thinking, Diana moved like lightning with trained reflexes, bringing the men down with skilled moves. Lee was impressed, he didn't expect the young girl he picked up to have known martial arts. But he also realized that whoever was after these two would come again, and likely in greater numbers. So he packed a few supplies for Diana along with a map to follow. He also gave her a Tyrogue in a poke ball, mentioning that it'd protect her in a pinch. Sending her on her way, Lee quietly prepared for what could be his last fight... Hibana fought her way to the nearest city, sometimes running into those men or others like them, or just running into Pokémon trainers. She didn't know why, but the feeling of battle and the adrenaline pumping seemed to put her in a good mood. Despite the hardships, she found she was enjoying herself in some weird way. Word began to spread about the girl with the fighting type Pokémon and more and more challenges began to come her way. This also had an effect of keeping those strange men away as she was always around someone now. She wanted to check on Lee, but every time she was about to head back to that place, Role would stop her. Eventually a year passed, and she had become pretty popular, her Tyrogue had evolved into a Hitmonlee. She would often be seen crashing with Nurse Joy as she didn't really have a place to stay. Strangely despite her winnings. But eventually she settled into an area where fighting types were numerous and this got the attention of the Elite Four, who had been watching her exploits for the past while. Soon enough, she got an invitation to become one of the gym leaders, much to her surprise. Starting Team: -Role: Endure, Counter, Force Palm-Hitmonlee: Meditate, Rolling Kick, Jump Kick, Brick Break Alexandra 'Lexi' Nonage('Lexi' NoxkageAge: 22Appearance: Pictures are welcome, but not necessary. If you don't include one, be sure to be detailed with your description. Specialization: Dark-type Pokémon and Breeding Orientation: Bi-sexual Personality: Quiet, slightly shy when it comes to humans but more excited about Pokémon, Lexi spends a lot of her time with the gym's Dark types. She raises, feeds and grooms them. She is naturally nice and polite, but it hides her passion for battling. Hometown and Region: Nazarene City, Nova(Lexi was bored...at least with being at home. She had been raising Pokémon for the better part of the last decade with her Grandparents at the Day Care in Us nova. She helped other trainers raise their Pokémon, falling in love with so many of them, especially the Dark type Pokémon. After getting her first Pokémon, a See dot, she trained with the Pokémon that came to stay at the Day Care. Soon, See dot would evolve into her first Dark Pokémon, Nuclear, and she decided it was time to do more. After talking with some trainers and her grandparents, she decided to expand their business by delivering Pokémon to trainers out in the field. This gave her a chance to see a bunch of different Pokémon, battle and learn many things. After catching her Zora, she found that Tet so was setting up a Pokémon League. Deciding she wanted to explore, Lexi went. Arriving in Douglas berg City, Lexi made home and habit among the ruins, getting to know the Dark Types that frequented there. Hearing about the gym, she petitioned to work there, to gain even more experience than she already had. Starting Team: NuzleafAttacks: Pound, Razor Leaf, Nature Power, Faint AttackZoruaAttacks: Fake Tears, Fury Swipes, Faint Attack Star Kerensky Lt;Dragon;Name: Star Kerensky Age: 20Appearance: (Specialization: Dragon. Orientation: Lesbian Personality: Some say her parents were guided when they named her. As she has grown into a strong, independent yet wise, and serious young woman. Her life has put her through tough challenges in all walks of life, and often she is scared from these hardships, although she pulls through them. She doesn't speak much nor show much emotion, but her actions towards her younger sister indicate that she has a caring side beneath her cold beautiful appearance. Her strongest belief, "success requires a little blood". Despite her cold outward glow, she treats her Pokémon well. Not like pets or rather tools to be used to gain fame and tossed aside when no longer useful. She in fact rescued her Dating from an angry group of towns folk, single-handedly. The incident required her to relocate with her younger, hyper sister Amy, but if she were given a second chance, she'd do it all again. Hometown and Region: Azalea Town, Jo tho Region Background: Word spread of the talented young trainer. The story of her rescuing the Dating did not escape the grapevine, even despite the move. Sure enough, in the forest just outside the small town she moved to, Star vanquished another issue, a couple of Team Rocket Grunts messing with the Temple. Busy sent the praising story through grapevine to the other Jo tho Gym Leaders, it was quite obvious to him that she deserved a chance to prove herself beyond the small town of Azalea, Busy of course did not tell Star what he was doing. The story especially caught the attention of Clair, a dragon trainer herself with high connections. Feeling some distant connect to this young woman she had never met, Clair made a few calls, knowing that the newly developed region of Tet so needed young talent. The Tet so Elite 4 agreed, if Star could prove herself. So much To Star's surprise, a member of the Tet so Elite 4 showed up, along with Clair. After explaining all the new options going to Tet so would open, Star agreed to come, but she still had to prove herself. She did so by battling Clair, and winning. So soon enough, she was packing her bags for Tet so, she wanted to take her sister Amy with her, but Amy decided to stay behind for the time being because she had just gotten a job at the Pokémon Daycare Center. Almost three months have passed, and Star's Gym is coming along quite nicely Starting Team: DratiniAttacks: Twister, Dragon Rage, Slam Dan Attacks: Dragon Rage, Dragon Breath, Bite, Focus Energy Rae Ann Quills Lt;Water;(19Appearance: Rae is a athletic girl with long blue hair worn in a tail, sea blue eyes, and subtle curves. She typically wears a functional bikini (one you could swim or surf in) under a pullover, typically pink, and her rather well known pink visor. Specialization: Water Orientation: Pansexual Personality: Rae is a thrill-seeker. She loves anything exciting, and it doubles if water is involved. Surfing, swimming, white water, motorboats, or jet skis she does it all. As free flowing as the element she specializes in Rae likes to approach things from all angles and has worked hard to learn to adapt quickly. A lesson she feels every trainer must learn. Hometown and Region: Rae was born in Sea storm City of the Tet so region, but grew up in Deuxbreeze port. Background: Born in Sea storm City to a wealthy merchant family Rae’s earliest memories are of sea. She often travelled with her parents to visit the other regions as part of the family business, and fell in love with the many aquatic Pokémon she’d see during those long voyages. She adopted her first Pokémon, a Cooper, at the age of 12. The family had found it abandoned and lost and the only person the Cooper responded to when they tried to rescue it was Rae. Despite the Cooper’s previous horrible experience with its trainer the friendship and bond was near instantaneous. From that moment on, Rae’s time was divided between raising her Cooper named Name and following her other passions such as surfing. At the age of 16, Rae set out on her own Pokémon adventure. She was quickly sidetracked by the opportunity to become a professional surfer. While she gained some renown as a surfer, and later an avid water sportsman, she returned to training Pokémon. It was after returning to Pokémon training that she caught her Tentacles and caught the attention of the Normal Elite Four Member. Initially passed over for the position of a Gym leader, the Elite Four reconsidered and made Rae the Deuxbreeze Gym leader. Starting Team: Name (Quagmire)Ability – Water Absorb Moves:- Recover-Water Gun-Mud Shot- YawnTentacoolAbility – Clear Body Moves:- Bubble Beam- Acid-Wrap Marcus Cormac, Lt;Rocket;(Marcus 'Marco' Cormac Age: 24Specialization: A Rock specialist, Marco is a solid battler who uses Rock Pokémon to their fullest effects, generally smashing his opponents beneath a landslide assault or letting their attacks bounce off with relative ease. Orientation: Bisexual Personality: ‘Straightforward’ is the best way of describing Marco: Although care must be shown to not confuse that with simple. Marco is a man who lives based on desires and personal goals. He is highly driven and easily readable when it comes to what he wants. If there is a goal he sets himself, he’ll roll on towards that goal with a single-minded and often reckless abandon, much like a boulder would, barrelling down a mountain. When it comes to people, Marco is generally friendly and honest, not beyond calling someone he doesn't like an idiot just because he thinks they are. He finds people overly confusing most of the time, but still finds a lot of pleasure in socialites. He generally prefers being with people than being alone. Despite how blunt and straightforward he is, he is a reasonable intelligence: not surprisingly, considering his family. Overall he is easy to make friends with and is easily impassioned by a friend’s feelings. Hometown and Region: Born in Pewter City, later moved to Prismalia Town is so named due to its world renowned gemstone caves. The presence of the rare gemstone caves makes it a huge tourist destination, as well as a popular second stop for treasure hunters, after they visit the Tetra regions rumored treasure filled mountains. Most famous is the world-famous Diamond heart caverns. The Diamond-heart caverns are famous for the bright diamonds that line the walls of the tunnels, leading to the Centre of the cavernous expanse, in which a huge heart shaped Diamond resides, glinting light through the reflections of the other diamonds. Its beauty is unparalleled, and the spot is considered good luck for romance. As well as the Diamond-heart caverns, multiple other caves exist, including several which are filled with Pokémon and some which are mined. The caves hold many treasures, as well as diamonds. Including fossils, and is home to a museum, which hosts the region’s fossil resurrection facilities. Background: Marco was always into Pokémon, he’d spend most of his time in his home region, in Kant. He often travelled around with his Father, an extensively skilled Pokémon trainer. For the most part, his life was good. He loved watching Pokémon battles and often watched his father battle: especially the battles against Brock, the rock gym leader. Eventually though, his father left, starting a new chapter of his trainer journey that Marco couldn’t follow him on. Marco was left to watch as his dad left, leaving him alone in Kant with only his mother, a scientist at the Pewter City Museum. Marco spent more time at the Pewter city gym, learning from Brock and watching his battles with hungry knowledge that was undeniable. Marco’s father, despite being away for such an extended period, cared enough about Marco to send him constant gifts. The two most notable were an aged piece of rare Amber and a Pokémon egg he got at Mt Silver. Both of which would guide his life in later years. Marco, with help from his father and mother, started getting in contact with various trainers all around; most notably, the Steel trainer Jasmine and the Rock Gym leaders; Roar and Roxanne. His contact with them solidified his love for battling and planted the seeds for a new dream. Soon enough, Marco hatched the egg, and birthed the rare Pokémon, Larvae. The Larvae became the focus of his life, and the two were nigh-inseparable. With Brock’s help, Larvae and Marco began to train and were soon skilled enough that they helped Brock out, by working as Gym trainers. It was around this time, when Marco was 18, that his Mother received a promotion. She was due to transfer to the Tet so museum of Science, where she would become the head of Pokémon scientific exploration. This meant that the two soon ended up in the Tet so region, the place that Marco has called home for Six years. As he arrived in Tet so, Marco’s mother gave him a unique present, she had taken the Amber gifted to him by his father and transformed it using the reanimation technology that had been refined by Kant and Singh technologies, bringing Marco his second Pokémon to life: An Aero dactyl. Marco then made a new decision, mainly prompted by a letter he received from Jasmine. He decided to become a Gym leader, just like his friends from far off lands. But instead of being the stepping stones for a trainer’s journey, he would be more than that. He decided to become the strongest Rock trainer in existence; he’d surpass all others with his bright ambition and a stony will. Starting Team: Larvae//Topaz-Gender: Female Attacks: Dig, Sandstorm, Rock SlideAerodactyl-Gender: Male Attacks: Fire Fang, Thunder Fang, Supersonic, Wing Attack Skylar Rhodes, Lt;Dragon/Groundnut;Name:Skylar Rhodes Age: 19Appearance:(Pokemon Orientation:Straight/bi curious Personality: Skylar is adventurous by nature, always eager to find the next challenge. He, like his dragons, like to face challenges head on. If you beat him in a battle, rest assured, he will be back for a rematch. He loves a good battle, win or lose, and he backs up his aggressiveness with tactics and strategy Hometown and Region: Blackthorn City, Photo Background: The Rhodes family has always been a bunch of adventurers. While born in Blackthorn City, and visited frequently, the Rhodes family owns a house at the base of Mount Silver. Skylar got to grow up hearing of Dad's adventures across the various regions of the world and couldn't wait till the day that he might be able to follow in his dads footsteps. After his dad returned from the Horn Region With a great and powerful Salamanca. However, the Salamanca was with child and gave birth to a baby Wagon. Skylar quickly befriended the new member of the family, and it never needed a poke ball for some time. His dad saw the bond, and felt it was time. He watched and planned for his son, seeing him go with Wagon every day to the dragons' den. With his dad learning of a new league opening up in a new region of the world, this would be perfect. He gave his son Skylar a Vibrant to also accompany him on his journey among a backpack filled with equipment, including many poke balls, in which Skylar vowed to become a dragon master alongside his friend BagonStarting Team: Wagon: Bite, Return, Headbutt Vibrant: Rock Slide, Bulldoze, sand tomb, Faint attack Madison Sage Lt;Darkest;Name: Madison Sage Age: 20Appearance: Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide(Any Dark-Type Pokémon Orientation: Heterosexual Personality: Madison Sage is a pragmatic individual when it comes to an adversary showing no restraint or mercy to an opponent, particularly those such as Team Cipher and so forth whom steal and hurt other Pokémon. With an opposing trainer he goes all out for the reason that they deserve nothing less than that. For many a trainer it's merely showing respect. When it comes to training his own Pokémon he is encouraging them constantly. Wanting to see them improve and grow stronger and forge that precious bond of trust. He expects those who pass his Gym to have those same values of forging both trust and strength with their Pokémon. Hometown and Region: Pyrite Town (Ogre)Background: Madison originally was from Pyrite Town where the strong thrive. It wasn't the worst place to live if you were capable of handling yourself. In a sink or swim town like that Madison's childhood was full of trials. Pokémon weren't just for companionship for young children but also for protection. Battling was both about defending yourself and improving your lot in life. When he was fifteen Madison received his first Pokémon in the form of Wooly from his parents. Since wild Pokémon were rare in the desert region of Ogre, and due to the region lacking a league of its own Madison decided that he would have to work up the funds to travel on the S.S. Libra in order to have his own journey. So he battled and trained in the Colosseum to raise the money which consequently allowed him the opportunity to train up against other trainers. However, during this time he realized he would need a second Pokémon in order to stand a chance against the other trainers and there was only one place to possibly find wild Pokémon. He went into the old mines of Pyrite Town in order to hunt down a Pokémon and there he found his second partner Sn easel. It was a fierce battle, but he had come prepared and after the skirmish he had his second Pokémon. Battling through the cups of the Colosseum in the Ogre Region he found himself making a considerable sum of money. But what followed at the Ogre Colosseum for the Makeup Tournaments was notice by the Elite Four's scouts for nurturing encouragement within his Pokémon as well as competent strategy. He received an invitation soon afterward to the Tet so Region inviting him to be a Gym Leader. In due time he had the funds and resources needed to begin his journey. Bidding farewell to his family he set off for the Tet so Region with one other gift in his possession tucked carefully away in his side pack in a strong container, a Pokémon egg that has yet to hatch. Starting Team: ClokcruelType: Fire/Dark Ability: Intimidate Fire FangCrunchHone Claws Quick AttackSneaselType: Dark/Ice Ability: Keen Eye Ice Punch Metal Claw Faint AttackAgilityPawniardType: Dark/Steel Ability: Defiant Fury CutterTormentFaint Attack Metal Claw Egg (Contains Levee)Type: Normal Ability: Adaptability Helping HandTackleTail Whip Wish Thadeus O'Connor Lt;Trainer;Name:Thadeus O'Connor Age: 21Appearance: This man, stands 5 feet 10 inches tall. He has jet black hair that falls to his shoulders. He wears black tea shades. For reference think small round Ozzy Osbourne glasses. He wears a black leather jacket and a poke ball graphic in the center of his black shirt the top part of it is dark red, and the bottom a granite gray color. His pants black denim jeans with black leather belt with pouches holding his poke balls. The choice when it comes to shoes is black trainers. His facial features resemble that of a young Jon Bon Jovi. Specialization: Various Orientation: Caucasian/White Personality: He has a classic rock attitude. He has a passion for music just as much as a passion for Pokémon. He never surrenders unless its best for his Pokémon. Hometown and Region: Thadeus is from Castilian City and the Nova region. Background: Starting off his "Pokémon journey" Thadeus grew up in Castilian City in the Nova region. He met his first Pokémon, Cantata while playing a gig with his band. The cantata had chewed through the wires on his microphone cord. The other members were all reacting negatively to it when Thadeus stepped in and stood up for the Pokémon. The band was disgusted with his actions and kicked him from the band. They couldn't believe he would stand up for a single Pokémon over his own band members. With his new-found friend he quickly assembled a team and took on the gym leaders of Nova. They were no problem for his new-found passion for Pokémon and Pokémon battles as he breezed through each of them showing his skill and promise to be the champion of the Nova Pokémon League. The only unexpected event for this astonishing trainer was his defeat by Chantal the ghost type user. He was shut down from the beginning and from there saw nothing but defeat. With the news of a new league opening up, Thadeus rushed over to the Tet so region to face the gym leaders and renew his winning streak. He sees it as a blank slate and as blank slates go, he started over with a new team. Starting Team:First Position: Pikachu ;Moves: Thunderbolt, Quick Attack, Thunder wave, and Agility Second Position: Conduit ;Moves: Ember, Smokescreen, and Tackle Rachel Stone Lt;Trainer;Name: Rachel Stone Age: 18 Appearance: (Royalty and Family (Consider it Various if need be)Orientation: Bi-Sexual, but a preference to Males Personality: Though considered by some to be as cold as the Steel that she loves, she is nothing like that. Only in battle do her eyes harden and glint like a blade. In truth, she has to be tough, because that is the only way to get out of her father's shadow. Once someone knows her, she is very kind and loving. Above all, she wants to become a better battler and understand the ways of Pokémon as well as their interactions with their trainers. Hometown and Region: Restore City, Horn. Background: Rachel was born in Restore city, much to the pleasure of her father, Steven Stone (~27 years old), and her mother, Roxanne (~20 years old) (Note that neither are married, nor would they ever be). Throughout her early life, Rachel received the best education possible under her mother's guidance. At the age of ten, she was ready to be sent out to visit Professor Birch, of whom she thought was like an uncle. However, while Rachel and her father flew to Little root, they came across a group of men in strange uniforms with a large, red "R" on their chests carrying cages filled with Slowpoke. Steven Stone, ever the hero had his Armory swoop down and land, where he told Rachel to hide. After she was safe, he brought out his Metagross and proceeded to defeat them all without a scratch. Rachel then came out while her father's Pokémon held the men down and began freeing the trapped Slowpoke. Once the authorities arrived and arrested the men, rogue members of Team Rocket wanted for the illegal sale of "Slowpoke Tail," Rachel found that one of the captured Pokémon was following her. This one seemed to be a little smarter than the others. With a smile, she cried out, "Dad! I want this Pokémon!" With that, the Slowpoke became her first Pokémon. Five years later, after finally beating her mom in a one-on-one battle with her Slowpoke against her mother's Nose pass, Rachel was given a gift by her parents for such good work: A King's Rock from her mother and an Egg from her father. At this point, Rachel didn't know what the King's Rock did, something that her mother kept from her ever since she chose Slowpoke as her Pokémon. When she asked, Rachel was told to go to the lake outside Restore and place the Rock on Slowpoke's head. Rachel did just that and, not ten minutes after her Slowpoke started to fish with its tail did a Shelter leap out of the water and clamp onto Slowpoke's head! Rachel watched in fascination as Slowpoke evolved into Slowing. Nearly a year later, the egg hatched into a Belgium, a shiny Belgium at that! Once the Belgium had become less of an infant, after another year of training, Rachel's father received a letter from a new region that was formed by the name of "Jasmina." After some communication between him and the Elite Four, they agreed to have Rachel come and try their growing league. She has shown much promise as a trainer and was the son of the great Steven Stone himself. What better way to open a new league than to bring in trainers with heart and soul? The next week, Rachel was flown to Tet so where her adventure begins.......... Starting Team: Slowing:(Water Gun (LA.9), Power Gym (Heart Scale used), Confusion (LA.14), Flamethrower (TM used)Belgium:(Take Down (Knows from start), Iron Defense (Tutor), Iron Head (Tutor) Amy Cattle Lt;Buggy; Name: Amy Catalase: 17 Appearance: (Bug Orientation: Bi-curious. Personality: Can you say perky much? Amy is one of those "happy, happy, happy all the time" people, that usually annoys the heck out of everybody else. She seems to almost bounce and skip everywhere she goes, and talking all the while, like she's high on sugar or something. Given that fact, she's not afraid of anything, in fact, she's almost oblivious to any danger from anything. She'll bound right up to complete strangers and just start chatting up a storm. She's also oblivious to the fact that she irritates everybody around her, which means if you snap and yell at her, she'll hard blink an eye or pause. Even in the heat of Pokémon battle, she does not lose her perky behavior, though there can be a slight series tone to her perkiness at times. Despite her annoying behavior, she's ever loyal, which makes her a good friend to have around. Hometown and Region: Azalea Town, Jo tho Region. Background: Amy was born and raised in Azalea Town. Her father, a fisherman, her mother, a bug catcher. She grew up with a wholly unremarkable childhood. Though there were always Pokémon around the house, she took a liking to her mother's bug Pokémon from an early age. She liked to play with the Butter fees and Paras', she also liked to sneak into the Azalea Town Gym and watch Busy and the others battle. Like most kids, when she was 12 she got her first Pokémon, unfortunately it was a Magical from her father. While she was appreciative of the Pokémon, she just didn't take a strong liking towards her father's Type. The Water Pokémon just didn't seem as cute as the Bug Pokémon. Still, she Mage due with her new companion and even managed to raise it into a Grades. But that didn't get her what she wanted, she wanted to work at the Gym, the Bug Type Gym. Her parents told her she'd have to work to do that herself, just as they did. Determined, she wandered into Alex Forest alone, with intent to catch herself a Bug. She managed and found herself a Paras, strange little thing that it was. Her Paras were a temperamental Pokémon, but she managed to train it enough to be accepted into the Bug Gym at age 14. Just as an intern at first, but she slowly worked her way up to be one of the trainers you fought before Busy. With time, she gave her Yards back to her father. Then, when her mother came home with an unusual Bug/Electric Type Pokémon one day, Amy immediately wanted it. Her mother told her that if she went to Goldenrod City and beat Whitney, she would give her the Pokémon. Amy did, and the illuminating Pokémon was hers. It was for her 17th birthday that she got Pursuit. A gift from her father in an effort to get her to have at least a part Water Type. Amy adored the little blue Bug, so cute and cuddly. Well, kinda. It was around this time that the League of a region yet unknown to Amy contacted her. They were looking for trainers to recruit and come to Transmit, and they needed a couple of Bug Trainers. With so much excitement she could've probably exploded, she accepted. She left her Parasect at home, for he was getting old and grumpier. She didn't think taking it to a whole new country would suit well with the odd Pokémon. Then left on the first ship for new adventures. Starting Team: Pursuit: Bubble, Quick Attack, Water Sport. Circuit ((Lucia): String Shot, Leech Life, Electrode

Pokémon_ Chains of Evolution (Character Roster)|rating:2.0

The Good Girl (Maeve & Urbanzorro)

(was, by all accounts, a beautiful afternoon. The sun was shining, there were few clouds in the sky, the temperature was pleasantly warm and there was just the right hint of a breeze in the air. All these things combined to mean that the sun's light glinted fiercely off the paint of Daniel Owen's black Dodge Diplomat as it pulled up in front of the 'Jack's Pet Store.' When he'd first been issued the vehicle Daniel had burst into a good laugh at the thing. Going so far as to comment to his captain that it was the 'choppiest' of all possible cop cars. However, over the years Daniel had learned to appreciate the vehicle, so much so that he had bought it from the city when the department started to phase them out. It had a great top speed, good handling, didn't break down often, and there was something to be said for the intimidation factor that an obvious police vehicle provided. Additionally, and most relevant to his current situation, the car had no GPS system or tracker on it of any kind. With his vehicle now stopped in front of the pet store Daniel shifted it into park and then let the engine idle while he took a moment to collect his thoughts. This was a turning point for him, a fork in the road of his life, a possible point of no return. What he had planned would, if he went through with it, irrecoverably alter who he was and who he would be from that moment forward. It was a big risk, there were lots of things that could go wrong, and the question that was still on his mind was a simple one 'is it worth it?' Daniel rolled the question around in his mind for several moments, even now it would be so easy to back down, to simply drive away and report his findings to his captain. Then he could come back with some uniforms, pick the girl up, and receive a commendation for being the only one to spot the key details of the case. It wouldn't be flashy, it wouldn't be life changing, but it would be perfectly safe..... Or.... or he could walk into the pet store approach the young woman who he knew to be the ring leader of a group of young accomplished thieves and make her disappear. It would present him with the opportunity to enjoy the 'spoils' of the young woman he'd been nearly obsessing over for the past several months and to potentially own her completely, at the risk of losing his career, and his very life as he knew it. 'Fuck it' Daniel muttered to himself as he killed the ignition on his car and pulled out the key 'the pension's shit anyway.' With his car now turned off, Daniel opened the door and exited the vehicle, he quickly walked up to the door of Jack's Pet Shop and walked inside. The pet store was small but nice. It boasted with six aisles, each one devoted to a different type of pet dogs, cats, fish, reptiles, birds, and small mammals. A quick stroll across the ends of the aisles was all it took to spot his target. She was busy stocking one of the lower shelves in the small mammal aisle,'Hello'Daniel thought as he let himself take a good look at the young woman's backside before approaching her. His footfalls clicked softly as he drew closer to her. Once he was within comfortable speaking range he spoke up. "Excuse me miss, I could use some help if you don't mind." (decided, as she was being instructed on how to tape again by Roy, that she was indeed a masochist. There could be no other explanation for why she put up with this sad excuse of a manager. The only thing that kept her saccharine smile plastered on her face as he told her to ‘open her mind to a new organizational paradigm’ was that she had just pulled off a sweetheart of a job. In fact the goods were secreted away in her locker. At any other job it might be questionable to keep stolen goods on site, however when your boss is also your fence, it was just economical. She zoned Roy out as he babbled on with his stolen catchphrases, she could put up with this asshole for a few more months. Then Jack, that nice old man who owned the pet store, would take her laundered share and gift her with a scholarship. She would be the first one in her family to go to University for something other than nursing. Penelope wanted to be one of those experts you saw in historical documentaries. Her specialty was Italian history. It was something her mother dismissed, and her father disdained, telling her to if she wanted to amount to anything she should learn to work a pole. The Cleavers they were not. Not that it would matter soon. She almost had enough for her first year and the cops were none the wiser. All she had to do was put up with five more months of this job, pull a few more gigs for living expenses and everything would be coming up roses.“So do you think you could do that?” Roy asked her.“Of course,” she responded, flipping him off when his back was turned. She shoved her basket with the new price tags that were incorrectly taped to the side and decided that she had had quite enough of that today. Might as well stock until her shift was over." Excuse me miss, I could use some help if you don't mind." Penelope tilted her head to look up at her customer, putting her retail smile back on. It was difficult. He looked like that friend’s dad that wanted to help you with your bikini.“Of course sir,” she began, hoping this would be a short conversation. There was something about him that made the hair on the back of her neck stand on end. Something that sent her reeling into fight or flight.‘It’s just nerves, just push through them,” Tim had scolded her on their first job. He had been right it turned out, and it was advice she found useful in other areas of her life. Like customers that gave her the heebie-jeebies.“How may I help you today?” Daniel noticed Penelope's smile flicker just the slightest bit as she saw him'Guess I scare her'he thought to himself, the idea of which wasn't entirely unpleasant. He smiled back as he spoke "Well I'm looking for a new pet, specifically a pet rat and something tells me that I've come to the right place to find one." As he finished his sentence Daniel slowly pulled back the right side of his spots coat, revealing his badge, which was easily visible from its place within the coat's inside pocket. "Don't even think about running." Daniel warned "I mean sure I might not be able to catch you, but I've got officers ready to snap up all your little friends and there's already an APB out on you." Daniel let the situation sink in as he moved the side of his jacket back into place. Now granted his warning was a bluff, he hadn't revealed any of his findings to his captain and if Penelope did try to run there was a decent chance she'd get away for a few days. But if it did go that way then he could still report it to his captain, they'd put out APB son Penelope and her gang, maybe they'd catch them maybe they wouldn't. Either way the most he'd get was a mild scolding for having tried to play hero rather than following the book. However, if she did fall for his bluff then he'd have her right where he wanted, in the back seat of his car. Daniel then continued to speak. "Now if you're smart you've already started to wonder why I'm here by myself instead of with two or three other officers all ready to slap some cuffs on you. That's because I've got an offer for you, a one time only chance to avoid a very long stay in a very small room. I want you to turn states evidence. I want you to flip on whoever it is that is putting you up to these jobs. In exchange, I can get the DA to let you off with a misdemeanor and none of your pals need to come in.... So that's your choice, either you stay here and we discuss your options or you run and wind up making friends with Big Bertha by the end of the week. What's it going to be?" ("Well I'm looking for a new pet, specifically a pet rat and something tells me that I've come to the right place to find one." Penelope was about to go into her speech about how rats were great pets, like mini dogs really, and here is everything you’ll need to get one, until that badge made its appearance. Her body still, except for her tongue which made nervous little flicks against the corner of her mouth. So she was the rat. At least that’s what he was going to make of her. Staring into his smug face she glowered. There was no way she was going to cave, not out of any great loyalty to her comrades but because of poker. Penelope was the type of player who would pay to see the river. He claimed he had an APB out on her and that the gig was up but if that was the case then why a squadron here wasn’t there with guns blazing, something nice and flashy for the papers?" Now if you're smart you've already started to wonder why I'm here by myself instead of with two or three other officers all ready to slap some cuffs on you. That's because I've got an offer for you, a one time only chance to avoid a very long stay in a very small room. I want you to turn states evidence. I want you to flip on whoever it is that is putting you up to these jobs. In exchange, I can get the DA to let you off with a misdemeanor and none of your pals need to come in.... So that's your choice, either you stay here and we discuss your options or you run and wind up making friends with Big Bertha by the end of the week. What's it going to be?" Ah, there is. Penelope felt the rush of fear that frozen limbs leave just as quickly. The cops made the mistake of underestimating her and her friends. Thinking that they were just dumb kids that were manipulated under some older persons thumb. It took every ounce of will power not to grin. A misdemeanor? No one else got involved? Now that sounded like a sweet deal. She wouldn’t turn in Jack, no way no how but Roy… Roy was ripe to be a patsy. Hell turning him in might even improve her karma and urge Jack to lessen his cut.“You have to believe me sir,” she told him, melting her features into something young and vulnerable, “I didn’t want to do it. He threatened me, said he’d hurt my family. I didn’t know what to do, thank you god you all finally found out. Just let me go tell my boss, and we can go and get this all set to rights.” She offered him a small watery smile then, which turned into a jack-o-lantern grin when she turned her back. Rather than the cops finding out being the end, it seemed like just the beginning. (to Daniel's pleasure Penelope jumped onto his offer as soon as he made it. She was a real charmer this one, if Daniel was a bit less of a cynic he might have even found himself beginning to buy her little song and dance about being extorted into crime. "It's ok, I believe you" he told her doing his best to put on his 'good cop' voice as he spoke "You're still young, once this is over you can still turn your life around so long as you work with us." He wasn't sure just how supportive he was capable of coming across as, but it still didn't hurt to try. At Penelope's mentioning of telling her boss a silent alarm went off in Daniels head, if the little brat let someone know that Daniel was the one she was going with then it could be possible for him to eventually be linked to her disappearance. And that was something he did not want to happen under any circumstances. Daniel had to act quickly, he reached out and grabbed hold of Penelope's arm, his fingers wrapping it just above the elbow "Whoa there" he said "Just tell him that you've got a family issue. We don't want anyone knowing that you're going states. Think of it like witness protection." With that said Daniel let go of Penelope's arm and let her go to speak to her boss. He waited calmly for Penelope at the front of the store, once she had returned he led her to his car and nodded at it. "Go ahead and get in the back seat, and we can get going." (thought she was home free until he grab her arm. Her muscles seized under his touch, and she had to dampen down the need to flee. Instead, she froze and let him speak. Witness protection? Surely she wasn’t just going to disappear? It was true that she didn’t want to let Roy know that she was heading off with a cop, but there was no way she was going to get out of here without a long conversation. If only Jack was in today, she needed to tell him where her stuff was, and she sure as hell couldn’t bring the cash with her or let Roy find it.“Sure thing,” she said quietly, waiting for him to release her. She let out a long breath when he did and raced over to her manager.“Hey Roy,” she began, “I have to run out early. Family shit.” He then proceeded to lecture her about responsibility and the need to follow the schedule for the next 30 minutes, till her shift would have ended anyway. In that time she managed to write Jack a note telling him that she had to go look after her Aunt Carol for a time, she hoped he would release she didn’t have an Aunt Carol and would figure something was up and that there were ‘cookies’ in her locker for him. By the time she made it outside the cop waiting by his car. His very copy cop car.“What, you couldn’t get one that still had a siren?” She asked, looking at the black car in disbelief." Go ahead and get in the back seat, and we can get going."“The backseat?” She asked with an edge of apprehension, “I thought I wasn’t under arrest.” ("Yeah, that what I said." Daniel replied to Penelope's comment about his car, a smirk crossing his face as he was once again proven right as to just what sort of character the car had. His half smile melted away when Penelope raised a question about riding in the back seat. "No, you're not under arrest. But it's still department policy that non-officers ride in the back seat. So it's in the back seat that you go." Daniel answered. As he finished his answer he moved to open the rear driver's side door for Penelope, gently guiding her into the car just as he'd been trained to do when he'd first joined the force. "Watch your head." he said, the phrase leaving his mouth more through muscle memory than any real fear that the young woman would hit her head. Once he'd gotten Penelope into the bask seat Daniel closed the door behind her'There we go'he thought to himself, with Penelope in the back seat he no longer had anything to worry about. The rear doors didn't open from the back seat, and the Plexiglas divider would keep her from crawling into the front area of the vehicle. Now, even if she managed to put two and two together and started making a fuss anyone who ran his plates would just assume he was taking an unruly suspect in. Daniel quickly got into the driver's seat and pushed his key into the ignition. "We've got a place up in the woods that we use for holding witnesses." Daniel said, raising his voice so that he was still easy to hear, even above the car's engine coming to life. With the engine running Daniel put his car in gear and began to pull away from the pet store as he continued to speak. "It's not The Ritz or anything, but it's secluded so if someone starts looking to.....have a talk with you, they aren't going to find you. So just try to relax and don't worry we're going to take real good care of you." At this last sentence Daniel's smirk returned as he savored the double meaning of what he had said. The drive itself was uneventful, Daniel navigated the streets with a practiced ease gained through years and years of patrolling them. Even though their destination took them all the way across town they still managed to avoid any particularly bad traffic. All the while Daniel didn't speak much, his mind running on overdrive as he mentally checked and double-checked his plan. Going over what was to come in his mind as many times as was needed for him to feel confident in it. As the city slowly began to give way to suburbs, and then the suburbs to the sporadic houses that dotted the area just outside the woods North of town Daniel began to feel a growing excitement. It seemed that with each mile his pulse went up another beat, in truth he couldn't believe just howalivehe felt. He hadn't been this excited about anything in a very long time, and it was a feeling that he relished. It was almost as if he'd been living in a black and white movie for several years and suddenly a splash of color had be reintroduced to his world. All in all it took about two hours to get to the small trail that led to the cabin that Daniel had mentioned. The sun was already setting when Daniel and Penelope pulled up to the cabin. A smile spread across Daniel's face as the car's headlights illuminated what had for several years been his own private retreat from the world. Along the perimeter of this landscaped area there were small rods sticking up from the ground, each one was only about a foot tall and was crowned with a small blue light. When Daniel first bought the cabin (~dsugarman1/cabin/mvccab.JPG) it hadn't' been much to look at but a few years of working on it nearly every weekend had eventually turned it into something he was quite proud of. The cabin had two floors and small cellar. The first floor boasted two bedrooms, a small kitchen, a single bathroom, and a central living room. The second floor had less square footage than the first floor and primarily comprised of Daniel's study with a small section set aside for the cabin's 'security station.' which included the controls for the invisible fence as well as the monitors for the security cameras. The cellar served as a makeshift wine cellar and general storage area. At the rear of the cabin there was a small trail which, if followed past the perimeter of the invisible fence, led to a small man-made lake. All in all it was a very nice, very private place. "Here we are" Daniel said. "Your new home." ("No, you're not under arrest. But it's still department policy that non-officers ride in the back seat. So it's in the back seat that you go." She was about to sputter another protest, until he once again put his hands on her and an all too familiar chill skittered over her bones. Mostly she didn’t want to sit in the back of a cop car, it made her feel like a crook. Which she may have been, but she never really thought of herself as such. She was clever, not crooked, if smart people with a lot of money couldn’t keep their shit safe shouldn’t they be saying ‘well done’, rather than ‘you’re under arrest’. Not only that, but in the back of the car she was trapped. The doors had no handles, there was no way for her to get up front, and she was sure that glass was unbreakable. She hated being trapped. It wasn’t claustrophobia exactly, as if had nothing to do with small spaces, but knowing that she couldn’t get out had her crawling the walls. She blamed watching a documentary on H. H. Holmes when she was ten.“So, which station are you taking me too?” She asked, trying to make conversation. When he started talking about a cabin she felt her blood run cold. That wasn’t right, was it? Didn’t they take you down to the station for booking first? Didn’t Uncle Sam want her digits before he whisked her off into another neighborhood with a new identity? Then again if this jackass was dumb enough to take her to a safe house before getting her info…well she would just wander off in the middle of the night with no one the wiser. She knew people who would get her a new identity without sucking the governments cock. Still, alarm bells were ringing in the back of her head. Not enough for her to cause a fuss but enough that she found herself unable to relax when most car rides had her safely tucked away in dream land. He was too pleased with himself. Not that cool detached cop way of 'ho-hum, just bringing in another bad guy', no he was a cat that caught a canary. Her ego wasn't big enough to believe that she was that big of a fish for the department. After a couple of hours of them driving and her pleading with him to change the radio station they arrived at a very secluded cabin in the woods just as the sun was setting. Those alarm bells had turned into a siren. It didn’t look like a dump, which was somewhat of a relief. It looked nice enough that some agency could have poured too much money and not enough sense into it, but still…shouldn’t there have been someone there to meet them?" Here we are" Daniel said. "Your new home."“What the fuck is that supposed to mean?” She asked, shrinking back into the car seat like she meant to become one with it. Something was wrong. If this was witness protection she would get to pick where she was sent. There would be more cops. There would be paperwork, jail cells and bad cop dialogue. Not one detective in a used up car and a cabin where no one could hear her scream. She may have been born in the dark, but it wasn’t yesterday.“So…” she started, trying to keep the quiver out of her voice, “Are you even a cop?” (jig, as they say, was up. Not that it really mattered that much to Daniel, he already had Penelope in his possession and there wasn't any way for the young woman to escape. She was a sharp young woman though, Daniel had to give her that, when he'd said she was at her new home he had in fact still been trying to play along with the idea that he was keeping her in some for of witness protection. But Penelope had managed to see thorough Daniel's ruse, with a slight sigh Daniel nodded as he turned back to face Penelope, the only thing separating the two of them at this point was the shatterproof glass and the material of the car's seats. "Yeah I'm a cop. Maybe not a very good one anymore, but still a cop." Daniel grinned a bit at his own appraisal of himself "You know I was actually hoping to keep this thing going a little longer, that way you could have stayed calm at least till you got into the cabin. But I guess you'll just have to start freaking out now then.... What I mean by 'your new home' is just that. This is the place where you'll be spending your life or at least as much of it as I'm interested in taking up." Daniel then turned away from Penelope and reached into the car's glove compartment. From within the glove box Daniel pulled out what appeared to be a stun gun, some kind of large black ring, and a set of insulated gloves. The stun gun was just that, a department issue less than lethal weapon. It fired a small taser ball that stuck to whatever it hit and delivered enough voltage to cause a decent amount of pain as well as induce loss of muscle control. Everyone in the department had been issued the weapons and trained to use them. The black ring was in fact a modified parolee locator boot. It would lock around the ankle of its wearer and electronically track their position. The unmodified versions were designed to signal police authorities whenever an activated boot was tampered with or when it left the perimeter of it's designated territory. Daniel had modified this one so that it would deliver a powerful shock to its wearer whenever it was tampered with, taken outside the perimeter of his cabin's invisible fence or given a signal to do so. The gloves were simple and easy to find, they would allow him to handle someone who was being shocked by the taser or the boot without fear of being shocked himself. The three items weren't exactly going to be making appearances on Mission Impossible any time soon, but they were advanced enough for Daniel's needs. Daniel didn't waste time talking to Penelope any further. Instead, Daniel simply put the gloves on, exited the car, placed the boot on the car's roof, and took the stun gun into his right hand. Next Daniel approached the back seat, his eyes on Penelope the entire time as he slowly reached for the door's handle and took hold of it.' Alright, just like any other PERP'he thought to himself'no pressure, nothing different, see the target, hit the target, don't fuck it up.' After taking a single breath to calm his nerves Daniel sprang into action. He pulled the door open, aimed the stun gun, and pulled the trigger. The taser ball struck Penelope in the chest it easily adhered to the young woman's clothing, activated, and began to send its charge through her body. While the taser ball did it's work Daniel reached in and grabbed hold of Penelope by her shoulders. Daniel easily pulled the young woman from the car and dragged her within the perimeter of the invisible fence. All the while he was counting down from one hundred and twenty in his head, as that was how long the taser ball shocked its target for. Once Daniel had Penelope within the fence's perimeter he sprinted back to his car and grabbed the boot. Daniel then ran back to the young woman, knelt beside her and waited for the taser to expend its charge. A few seconds later the device did just that. With the last of the electricity now having flowed from Penelope and into the ground Daniel set to work fastening the boot around her ankle before she regained motor function. He knew the girl had quick hands, and he didn't want to risk her grabbing his weapon while he was busy securing her. It took Daniel less than a minute to finish locking the boot in place, he then stood up and stepped back. His hand reached into the pocket of his suit and pulled out a small remote. Once he was sure Penelope would be able to hear him and process what he was saying he spoke "That boot will shock you if you try to run or if I hit the button for it on this remote here. You're stuck, you're not getting away, and you're mine. Do you understand?" (“But I guess you'll just have to start freaking out now then....” Start freaking out? Start freaking out?! He thought she was some little frightened girl, instead of a modern Caterina Sephora. Just because he knew of the thieving, he thought she would crumble? Just because he kidnapped her, he thought she would lose her cool? Just because he implied that he would do away with her when he had no more interest in her…Yeah, ok. That was, that was, that was…worth freaking out over. Penelope went cold and her eyes out of focus as shock took over her flight or fight instinct. This was happening. This wasn’t some joke or some fever dream, some mad man with a badge had her at his murder cabin and god knows what he planned to do with her. Penelope was fighting the urge to curl in on herself and cry like a child or go into a mad rage and rip the stuffing out of the seats, instead she just sat there like a deer in the headlights and blinked as her captor opened the door and shot her with a Taser. The rush of electricity was enough to fry her out of it. Pain has a way of making things pretty clear. She cried once in shocked pain when he hit her, but fell silent as her muscles were robbed of their capacity for movement. She might as well have been a rag doll for all her resistance as he grabbed her from the car and dragged her towards the cabin. In her stunned mind all she could think was that this scene was out of place for such a bucolic spot. It should Pie and Andy walking towards the cabin after fishing, or a writer finishing up a novel, or a couple getting out of the city for the weekend, not someplace where no one could hear her scream as he buried her alive or chopped her up to put her in the walls, or whatever else he had planned for her once he got her in inside. Seconds seemed to stretch into hours, her body fizzing in pain and her mind barely being able to register anything beyond her fear. She was aware however that he had left her side and hope briefly bloomed in her chest. He was gone, she could get away! This was probably her last chance to get away, before he locked her in the basement or chucked her down a well. All she needed to do was stand up and run, but her body as unable to move. She tried to just bend her fingers to crawl away, but nothing responded to her desperate pleas. Panic was quickly being replaced by shame. How could she have fallen for his ruse? How could she have been so stupid to get in the back of the car? Had she always been this dumb? Is that how he was able to find her, even though she had been so careful in planning and executing every gig? The hope soured into a heartburn like rot when returned and cursed herself once more as she felt the tears leak out of the corner of her eyes. It was around the same time when he clicked something on her ankles and she could once again twitch her fingertips." That boot will shock you if you try to run or if I hit the button for it on this remote here. You're stuck, you're not getting away, and you're mine. Do you understand?" He asked, looming over her. You're stuck, you're not getting away, and you're mine. Penelope nodded, more tears streaming from her eyes and her teeth chattering. She nodded but she didn’t understand. She understood that he was crazy and that he intended to punish any infraction by sending her into another session of paralytic pain. Furthermore, she understood she was in the middle of nowhere without access to aid or chance of escape. But why her? What did he intend to do with her? How long would she have to endure all this? Who the hell was he?“We-wha-what’s your name?” She finally managed to get out through her clacking teeth, “What are you going to do to me?” (hadn't even told her his name... in all that had gone on today Daniel had somehow completely forgotten to even give Penelope his name. As that fact hit him Daniel followed it up with the thought that it was probably a good thing he hadn't given her his name. Now even if Penelope had told any of her accomplices that she was being taken in there was still no chance that any of them knew who he actually was. This little bit of good luck brought a grin to Daniel's face, things seemed to be going perfectly his way. Daniel looked down at Penelope as he answered her questions "My name's Daniel, but that's not important to you because the only thing you'll be calling me is sir. And as far as what I'm going to do with you...well I'm going to keep you captive, break you of your will to resist, use you as I see fit, abuse you as I see fit, and eventually when I've finally grown tired of you I might just set you free, or if you've been too much of a headache I may just dispose of you some other way." Daniel's voice was oddly calm as he gave Penelope a vague description of his plan. In truth, he didn't intend to kill her if it could be avoided at all, but it didn't hurt for her not to know that." Now, let's start things off on the right foot. I want you to strip off your clothes and your jewelry, take everything off then get on your knees with your hands behind your head." Daniel's desire to have Penelope undress wasn't only because wanted to see the young woman naked. It was also because he wanted to be Penelope's only source of possessions and items. The last thing he needed was to find out that she'd hidden some bobby pins in the pocket of her jeans or some shit like that. With his order given Daniel watched to see if Penelope would relinquish or resist, his finger ready to activate the remote at a moment's notice. (decided that as he calmly explained what her limited future entailed that she would do everything in her power to have him speak as little as possible. Usually when someone explained what was going on, when they took the unknown out of the equation relief overpowered fear, but when he spoke in those eerie calm tones it just froze her spine. Then again, that might have been a lingering muscle spasm.“Sir? Are you fucking kidding me?” She asked, still violently shivering. Over the years Penelope’s mouth had gotten her into plenty of trouble, with her partners, her teachers, her co conspirators…she knew it was problem, but it seemed that her mouth would often hijack her brain and refused to be curtailed.“Why are you doing this to me?” She continued, managing to pull herself up onto her knees. So much for not having him speak. Then again, she could never keep silent and if he did, no matter how unsettling he might be, she would probably lose what calm she had during this tribulation. Her mouth might have been going off the rails, but she did have some sense of preservation and her hands were making quick work of her shirt. She only had the flannel button down with a black tank top underneath and a pair of jeans. Working with the animals she didn’t wear much jewelry, or make up or perfume for that matter. The smell of the cosmetics upset the snakes.“Is this like some midlife crisis? You’re going to rape and torture me because you can’t afford a caddy?” She had her fingers on the buttons of her jeans when she said it, and it made her pause before she licked her lips and looked up at him. Her fingers refused to work at that point, like prisoners refusing to take the final steps to their execution. So she continued to stare, sitting in the cool wind in nothing but her jeans and bra.“May I keep my earrings?” She asked, stalling for time. “They were my grandmothers.” It was a lie. She had bought them for herself at some flea market years ago, when she got her first paycheck. To her fourteen-year-old mind they looked like they belonged to Medici Princess, antique silver and pearl. Now with her more discerning eye she could tell they nothing but cheap costume jewelry but still they had sentimental value, but probably not the kind he would recognize. Hopefully it would buy her time before she handed over what remained of her dignity. (watched as Penelope began to set about the task he had given her. As Penelope removed her clothing Daniel's eyes slowly roamed over her, drinking in the sight of her body as if she were some kind of fine wine rather than a human being. He savored every moment, finding some perverse enjoyment in the fear that Penelope seemed to be experiencing as well as the rush of power it gave him. When Penelope paused at her jeans and bra Daniel frowned slightly. He was tempted to simply shock her then beat her, but he held back. There wasn't a reason to lose his temper just yet. Rather than bring about anger, Penelope's questioning only seemed to amuse Daniel. He'd read what information there was about Penelope, he'd kept surveillance on her, and her attitude was no surprise to him. In fact, it was her strong will that had actually been one of the things to draw Daniel to her. There was something about a spitfire that he always found extremely attractive. Daniel let Penelope get it all out before speaking himself. "I'm doing this because I can. Because there isn't a real reason not to, and because there won't be any negative consequences for me by the time it's done. Maybe it is some kind of midlife thing... but why ride a car when I can ride you instead?" Daniel's face split into a self-satisfied smirk at his little joke. "No, I want you completely naked, and I'm not joking you will refer to me as sir, or you will learn to wish you had. That is your one and only warning. Do you understand?... NOW STRIP!" Daniel, hoping to simply cow the young woman into obedience through fear, delivered the last instruction as a shout rather than the calm tone he had been using before. His voice booming and carrying throughout the empty woods. (“NOW STRIP” Penelope swallowed thickly, suddenly overwhelmed with the urge to throw up.“Yeah ok,” she murmured, shaking fingers unhooking her bra. She slipped a couple of times but closed her eyes and took a deep breath before finally unsnapping the device and handing it over to him. She wasn’t skinny exactly, but she was on the thin side and her bust reflected that. Unlike some other members of her family she only managed a B-cup and easily bound it down when she is on a gig. Breathing heavily she pulled out her earrings and held them out to him.“Any chance I can get those back?” She asked, biting her lower lip as if she was trying to keep the next word in, “Sir?” She finally tacked on, hopefully. Once he answered she licked her lips, hesitant to ask for the next favor.“I’m going to need to stand,” she said slowly, “to get my shoes off, so I can get the rest of it off…sir.” She knew she was beyond escape at this point, but she was not yet ready to give in. If he got her shoes she wouldn’t be able to run. Yeah, the Taser was bad, but did the boot even work or was he bluffing? Sure she would be running through the woods without a top but hell that might make it easier for someone to pick her up once she got back to the highway. Better a few cuts on her torso than ripped up feet. All she needed to do was stand and then she would be off. If it didn't work, and he wasn't bluffing, then she knew and given the amount of pain as the first shock she would be out and no longer have to participate in her own imprisonment. (sight of Penelope's perky breasts finally freed of the young woman's bra brought a small grin to Daniel's face. The sight of the young woman's chest was more than enough to convince Daniel that any moral objections he might have had to his course of action were moot points. The ends justified the means, and Penelope was more than worth a small nagging from his conscience every once in a while. Daniel calmly accepted Penelope's bra and calmly folded the piece of clothing before dropping it on top of the growing pile of Penelope's clothing." We'll see" Daniel answered in regard to Penelope's earrings. He stuffed the two pieces of jewelry into his pocket all the while keeping his eyes on Penelope for any sign of her preparing to make a break for it. Even though he didn't look it, Daniel's body was tensed up his muscles coiled and ready for action. "Yeah that's fine." Daniel said "Go ahead and stand up, but don't try anything stupid." (“Thank you, Sir,” she said as she slowly stood. Penelope never took her eyes off her captor. She hoped she could distract his attention by penetrating his gaze with one of her own. She kept her fingers on her jeans, to lull him into thinking that she would keep her word and remove her clothing, so he could have his wicked way with her without any fuss. One of her moved behind the other, an illusion that she would use it to toe off the other shoe. Instead, she took one massive step back and swiveled on the ball of her foot to make good her escape. She should have taken his advice and not done anything stupid. (Penelope's attempt to throw him off his guard Daniel did not relax or falter under her gaze. Instead, he met her eyes with his own, watching and trying to read them for any sign of resistance. As it turned out Penelope must have been one hell of a card player because her eyes betrayed none of her intentions to make a run for it. However, Penelope's successful subterfuge was not enough to make good an escape from Daniel's clutches. Daniel was still ready for Penelope to try and get away. Even as the young woman stepped back from him Daniel was moving to catch her. As she turned around Daniel lunged forward, reaching out with his right hand and grabbing onto Penelope's shortcut hair. "Gotcha!" Daniel shouted as his fingers drew closed and took firm grip of his victim. With a grunt he yanked his arm back and downwards as hard as he could. He followed this up with a swift kick to Penelope's legs, intent on driving her to the ground. With his captive now on the ground Daniel mercilessly drove his knee into the small of her back, using his weight to pin the young woman down into the dirt while using his grip on her hair to force her face down as well. Uncaring that Penelope's bare flesh was now being ground into the Rock and twig strewn ground. "I told you not to do anything stupid!" Daniel shouted at her. "How stupid do you have to be to think that now is the time to get away?!?" He roared, following his words with more pressure on Penelope's back. "Don't fucking move!" He ordered as he used his free hand to pull out his pocket knife, purposefully clicking it open as loudly as he could. Without another word Daniel set about cutting Penelope's remaining clothing from her body. First he cut the back of the waistband of her pants and underwear. Then he follows the cut down the center of the rear of the young woman's garments. The flat of the blade gliding against the base of Penelope's spine then the outer edge of the crack of her ass as Daniel split her pants and underwear down to the crotch. With that done Daniel's next target was the legs of Penelope's pants. He smoothly cut his way down Penelope's left leg, keeping the blade of the knife horizontal as opposed to vertical in order to minimize the risk of cutting the young woman. This was repeated for Penelope's right leg, leaving her clothing in tatters. Daniel then put away his knife and easily ripped the sad remains of Penelope's garments away from her lower body. At this point all that remained were the young woman's shoes and socks which Daniel simply yanked off her feet one after the other. With his captive now naked Daniel finally rose from his position with his knee in her back. Delivering a swift kick to Penelope's solar plexus as soon as he was on his feet. "What the hell were you thinking!!" He shouted at her, "Answer me!" He followed this order up with another kick to Penelope's prone form and then used his foot to roll her into her back. "Maybe I should just snuff you right here." He told her, pressing his foot against her throat "If you're too stupid to learn maybe it's better for you to just disappear." (Romans made their men shear their heads, so the enemy would have nothing to grab to. Most of the time it worked too, but they fail to mention that when someone does grab short hair, it hurts like hell. That wasn’t the end of the pain either, she landed on the ground hard and the underbrush ripped and tore at her skin. That discomfort wouldn’t bother her until later that evening, she had a much more pressing concern of the knife that was now running down her spine. She shivered at the feeling and hoped that he was only interested in removing her clothes and not her skin. He was yelling something. It sounded angry, she could guess. Stupid she caught, but the rest of it was a buzzing mess that turned into a hollow drone every time the knife touched her skin. Then he was done and there was yet another stinging slap of cold as she ripped the clothes from her body. Now fully naked he turned her over and kicked the breath from her lungs. There was a little flicker hope despite the mess of agony she found herself in, all this pain was from fist and forest not electricity. So when he put his foot to her throat and asked why he shouldn’t off her, she smiled spitting out the dirt.“Called ya bluff, sucker.” (raised his eyebrow slightly at Penelope's words, for a moment he wasn't quite sure what the young woman meant then it dawned on him. She probably thought that he had been lying about the shock collar. That would explain why she had tried to make a run for it too. A cruel grin slowly formed on Daniel's lips "I'm afraid not." he responded "I'll show you." He then reached down and took hold of Penelope's hair once again. Keeping his hold on Penelope he began to drag the young woman away from the cabin by her hair. Penelope's slight frame gave Daniel no trouble in regard to being able to move her around as he pleased. Several steps later Daniel was at the edge of the invisible fence's boarder. Still using his grip on Penelope's scalp Daniel roughly pulled the young woman to her feet and then shoved her beyond the fence line. "See for yourself!" He shouted. As soon as Penelope crossed the fence line the boot around her ankle began to beep. First once quick beep, then two, then three, then finally a long-drawn-out beep which was accompanied by a powerful shock of electricity to Penelope's body. While nowhere near enough to induce unconsciousness the shock was still more than enough to force small muscle spasms and be severely painful. The shock lasted for roughly five seconds before cutting off. Only to be followed by another quick beep from the ankle cuff, followed by two... (was not going as planned. All this pain was making her dizzy and each new assault coming so quickly on the heels of the last made them blur together. She still cried out as he once again grabbed her by the hair and marched her to the property line. She hobbled along as best she could beside him, refusing to crawl and struggling to stand. Furthermore, she ended up just scraping up her knees and feet, and him tightening his grip on her scalp.“Fuck,” she sobbed once they stopped, and glared at him as he shoved her over the line. Furthermore, she still didn’t believe it. He was just trying to scare her, to make her crawl to him and beg for his forgiveness. Then the beeping started. He must be lying, she decided, this was just another bit of theater. So she tried to take off, not caring that she was naked as the day she was born. She made it about five steps when the shock hit her and the pain dropped her to her knees. Another cry tore itself from her throat as her entire body quivered with electricity. It felt like it would never stop. The pain went by agonizing second after agonizing second and fried her what little resistance was left in her. Apparently he was a man of his word. She was still in a fog when that beeping started up again and with what little energy she had left she scuttled back across the line, her muscles wiggling like jelly before they gave out entirely. It hadn’t been her intention to end up panting at his feet like a dog.“Please, no more,” she begged, holding onto his pant leg in an attempt to make the world stop spinning. (plea for mercy brought a chuckle from Daniel,'Oh how the mighty have fallen'he thought to himself as he looked down at the young woman kneeling prostrate in front of him. "There's a good girl." he told her mockingly "Just how much more pain you have to go through all depends on you. If you behave and obey and take to your training like a good bitch then you'll experience....minimal pain. If you can't learn to obey then you'll be in for a lot worse than this. Now crawl your ass over to the cabin!" Daniel shook his leg free of Penelope's grasp after giving her his order. He the followed it up with a hard openhanded slap to Penelope's rear end in to emphasize his words. (he continued to degrade her Penelope made a silent promise to herself, that once the pain subsided she would get her BAM nature back. In truth, she knew she wouldn’t have much say in the matter and sometimes wondered if her spunky attitude was in fact a form of Tourette’s. It was temporarily short-circuited. She crawled to the cabin, her knees smarting and the heels of the hands protesting every time she encountered something sharp. It was awkward in this position to make it to the front door, unused to the position as she was. She finally made it through, over the cheerful welcome mat before she collapsed on the hard wood. She lay there for a moment, watching the ceiling as the world spun too quickly on its axis.“Now what?” She asked, unsure where he was but guessing that it was close by, “You want me to bring you your slippers?” (continued defiance had yet to cease being amusing to Daniel, she was a spitfire, that much was for sure. Something about her drew an instinctual urge from Daniel, a desire to bend her to his will. It was this desire that currently fueled him. Daniel shook his head slowly, "No" he answered stopping so that Penelope could look up at his face "I wouldn't want to risk you slobbering on them... What's next is I put you through your paces for the first time." A dark grin spread across Daniel's face as he revealed his intentions to Penelope. He'd been looking forward to trying out her body for quite a while and was eager to take it for a spin before he cleaned her up. (“But?” Penelope asked in a daze. Put her through her paces? She wasn’t any damn dressage horse. Then she looked up at his smile. That smile was back on his face, the one where he was too happy with himself. There something else in this time too. Something greasy, something that made her recoil. No fucking way. She knew it was coming. Hell he told her that he wanted to ride her over a caddy, she had just been so focused on the prospect of electrocuted that she forgot that this was a double feature of rape and torture.“Un,” she told him, trying to rise herself up onto her elbows, only to have the world spin and give out underneath her. As she lay there, once again rendered upon her back she was forced to once again look up at him. At his smug smile and smarmy eyes. How had she ever been taken in by this prick? Christ, she was supposed to be one of the big brains of the operation. Some Caterina Schwartzer she was. Or maybe she was exactly like her heroine. With a heavy sigh she returned a glare to her captor.“So you’re my Cesare Borgia? You know what he said after he raped her and cemented his victory? That she guarded her fortress’s better than her virtue,” she told him in a melancholy tone as she sagged against the floor. Almost resigned to her fate. Almost. ("Something like that" Daniel responded, the evil smirk still on his face as he stepped away from Penelope, making his way towards a large footlocker that had been pushed into one corner of the cabin's main room. Still keeping half an eye on the young woman in case her body recovered faster than expected. "Maybe you should have been a history teacher instead of a thief?" he asked mockingly as he opened the Foot Locker and began to rummage through it. "Might not be in this situation then." With that said Daniel apparently found what he was looking for, because his next action was to close the footlocker. He then ambled his way back towards Penelope, his footfalls thumping softly on the cabin's floor. When he was once again stood over Penelope, Daniel made a point of showing her what he had in his hands. In his left hand he held a large ring gag as well as a set of handcuffs. While in his right hand he held a spreader bar and a long chain. "Don't want you deciding to fight halfway through." he said. Daniel then squatted down next to Penelope and set to work. First came the handcuffs which Daniel used to secure Penelope's wrists together in front of her. The cuffs were followed by the spreader bar, the bar itself was long enough to force Penelope's legs just about as wide as she could stretch them. Daniel next used the chain to bind the handcuffs to the spreader bar and then cut off as much slack as possible, making it so that the young woman wouldn't even be able to lower her legs until she was untied. Finally, Daniel set about securing the ring gag in her mouth. The gag was also quite large insuring that there was no risk of Penelope being able to resist any intrusions into her mouth. With all the gear now having helped him to secure Penelope's body Daniel reached forward and took grasp of her hair, using it as an impromptu handle Daniel dragged his hapless captive across the room until she was next to an armchair which was situated in the center of the couch. Daniel, still using Penelope's hair as his point of grip, pulled Penelope to her feet and moved her so she was bent over the side of the armchair. This allowed him to easily access her mouth from one side of the chair and her nether regions from the other side." There we go!" Daniel proclaimed, undoing his pants. "I don't know about you, but I'm very excited, first times are always so special!" His quip brought a chuckle to his lips as Daniel finished removing his pants and then got to work on his coat, shirt, and tie. "If you're a good girl and put some effort in you might even get a reward." As Daniel finished this last sentence he moved back in front of Penelope, giving her a look at his now naked body. He was in decent shape for his age, still easily capable of passing the physical requirements of the police department, and in possession of enoughmanhoodto make an averagely endowed man a tad jealous. "Now, I have someone for you to meet." Daniel told Penelope, "He's been waiting to meet you for a very long time. So why don't you give him a kiss?" With that Daniel closed the distance between himself and Penelope, positioning his already erect cock at the entrance to her mouth, and slowly began to force himself into her. (“That was the plan,” she muttered, “School takes a fuck ton of money though.” The major pain had subsided from her recurrent (ha!) abuse, allowing her to feel all those little stinging cuts to descend on her like a shroud. She thanked her head back onto the floor glumly and listened to those doom filled footfalls approach her. The end result of the electricity was interesting, once the pain fled it left her feeling like she’d had a really intensive massage. All her muscles refused to work, and moving felt like she was encased in Jello. Would have been pleasant if she was at home in bed or maybe laying on a beach somewhere. Then those footfalls stopped, and her captor brought on another onslaught of torments. That jelly feeling didn’t leave as she trussed her up like a Thanksgiving turkey and any attempts to stop him or slow him down were no more than the objections of a kitten. She managed a bit more fight when he tried to put the gag in. Even when her body failed her mouth never did and to be silenced truly frightened her. If he was going to kill her she wanted to be able to curse him with her dying breath. She lost that battle too, and he stretched her jaw as wide as her legs once he got the gag in her. She moaned in protest and tried to relax her teeth about the metal ring. It didn’t take a genius to figure out why he wanted her mouth open, and in such a position her protestations seemed subdued, even when he dragged her by her hair. Which did she mention? Hurt. Daniel finally chucked her like a sack of potatoes over the side of that oddly placed chair and went out of her line of sight. Penelope took the time to shift herself, trying to take the pressure off her ribs and more onto her knees. It was during those minutes to that she decided that she was going to have to pick a name for him. Something that she called him in his head: Office Fucktard, Detective Dickhead, Sir Talks Shit…something along those lines. He tore her from her thoughts by once again coming into her line of sight, naked as the day he was born, with his cock eagerly bobbing like one of those wobble wobble dolls. If she could have grimaced she would have. On this he couldn’t be compensating? Most of the time Penelope’s sass was louder than her fear, it’s how she got through so many of the shitty things in her life. At this moment though, her fear was louder. He was going to put that in her mouth, maybe down her throat…maybe choke her, maybe not stop until she stopped breathing. There was something else that she was loath to admit, something that she kept close to her chest. Penelope wasn’t exactly the most experienced of her friends. In truth, she’d only ever don’t shallow sucking, just enough to get her partner ready for penetration. As Daniel pushed his thick cock past her molars, she knew this would not be like any other experience she’d had to date. There was something else that she didn’t want to be made public, she felt it coming as soon as he had stripped her of her clothes and felt it growing as he forced himself upon her, it was the gentle liquid pooling at her core. (had no knowledge of Penelope's relative lack of experience when it came to handling a man's tool down her throat. Then again, even if he had known it was unlikely that such knowledge would have changed his course of action. At this point Penelope's own pleasure, or lack thereof, was little more than an incidental side effect of Daniel's own fulfillment. So it was that Daniel continued to slowly force his erect cock further and further into Penelope's mouth, not caring when he hit the young woman's gag reflex, or that he might be cutting off her hair supply. Daniel simply continued pushing forward until finally he'd forced his entire length down Penelope's throat. The young woman's captor kept his cock buried in Penelope's mouth for a few seconds, watching her face to be sure and avoid knocking the woman out. Finally, Daniel withdrew so that only the head of his cock was in Penelope's mouth, only to thrust back in less than twenty seconds later. Daniel repeated this process several times over, keeping himself down Penelope's throat for a slightly longer period each time, with each subsequent thrust being delivered at a faster pace than the last. Finally, whatever patience had been holding Daniel back seemed to give way, he placed both hands on Penelope's head, grabbing firm hold of her hair, and began to fuck the young woman's face in earnest, thrusting in and out as if he were pounding her from behind, digging his fingers into her hair and using it as a handled to keep her in place. Relishing in the feeling of violating the unwilling mouth of his victim. (never really saw her death quite like this. Sure she had seen herself meeting her end via cop. One hot shop rookie firing on her, or an interrogation that went too far, but never choking on a deranged detectives dick. That kinda blindsided her. It would probably be a joke around the station for years. Did you hear? He killed a crook with his cock. They’d probably shake his hand rather than arresting him. Fuck, he wasn’t stopping. How much genitalia could this man really be blessed with? She convulsed when he hit the back of her throat and her body seized and sputtered as though he had shocked her again. She almost wished he had if it meant she could breathe. Then, a miracle! He pulled back, and she greedily sucked air into her burning lungs. So greedily that she sucked his cock right back down into her throat. Again and again and again. Her breathing was becoming staccato and the world was beginning to swirl. Then the dam broke and whatever control he had maintained was lost. His hips smashed against her nose and his balls smacking her in the chin before he pulled back so quickly that she thought he would take her tonsils with him. There was no longer rhyme or reason to his motions, instead she sucked in air whenever she could, only to have it robbed from her too soon. If this was how he was starting the evening, Penelope just hoped she was passed out for rest of the entertainment. (kept brutally face fucking Penelope for several minutes longer, enjoying the feeling of power he experienced from having his way with his captive. To punctuate the activity Daniel thrust himself fully into Penelope's mouth one final time. Not letting up with the pressure and forcing his way fully unto her until the entirety of his manhood was in her mouth and down her throat. Daniel held himself in place until Penelope was on the verge of passing out before quickly yanking back and pulling his cock free of her entrance. Once clear of Penelope's lips Daniel idly slapped the side of his wet dick against her cheek, smearing her own spit on her face "That's some fun foreplay." he mocked, dick slapping her again on the other side of her face. "But now I think it's time to explore your other options." With that said Daniel stepped around Penelope, dragging the fingers of his right down her spine until he reached her ass. Daniel helped himself to a lengthy exploration of Penelope's nether regions, slowly taking each of her ass cheeks in one of his hands and squeezing them, gently kneading the flesh in his grasp, spreading her cheeks to offer himself the best view possible. He pressed his thumb against Penelope's asshole with just enough force to create pressure but not enough to actually penetrate. "Ever had anything up your ass before?" he asked. Smiling as he watched for how she'd react. (room was spinning, and all Penelope wanted to do was a find a corner of the earth to hold onto until it stopped. It seemed her captor had other ideas. Like trying to figure out how wide her throat stretched. She gurgled around his length, waiting for the end to come. No such luck. Unencumbered access to air was almost enough to make Penelope thank the son of a bitch that was currently holding her hostage. Until he started touching her again. Then her stomach lurched for another reason, and it wasn’t because the room was spinning but because it was about to lose its bottom and all her moral foundations. You’re one of those Niagara Nympho’s, and I’m about to go over in a barrel. Those were the words of the man who took her virginity. It was not the most romantic of evenings and had frankly turned her off of sex in general. She was one of those rare birds that not only lubricated well but came easily. The second of her lovers, rather than falling on his knees thanking the gods for this glorious boon, snorted in laughter and said ‘Well I guess I should be flattered,” as he wiped her essence off his thighs and under his navel. Penelope kinda stopped screwing after that. Except with Tim, who made no comment on her peculiarities. She suspected Tim never commented because he thought he did that to all women. He was a selfish lover, but she had to admit there had a a few days after gigs where they had spent the day having sex and eating waffles that were nice. So no she had never had anything up her ass. She’d barely had anything up her coach, let alone her ass. At the pressure he applied to her sphincter she went just as still as a rabbit that saw a coyote. It was in this stillness that she finally felt the tears that matted her eyelashes. She wasn’t sure if they were from the rough oral or that it was finally sinking in that this man could do anything to her. She only managed to slowly shake her head before a hiccuped sob eked out around the gag. (wordless response pleased Daniel beyond measure, everything in the young woman's file had led him to believe that she'd, either willingly or unwillingly, already had quite the bit of masculine contact. But so far that seemed to be somewhat less than the case. It was in fact quite the pleasant surprise. "Well then I suppose I'll have to be gentile with your backdoor won't I?... Though then again it seems like you might be better equipped to enjoy our situation that you might think. Just look at how wet you already are." Daniel responded, his voice still sarcastic and mocking. Daniel's other hand slowly found its way to Penelope's pussy, gently spreading his captive's sex as he sought out her clit and pressed his other thumb firmly against it. "That is...if you earn yourself a little kindness." As he spoke Daniel began to rub his thumb on Penelope's clit in small circles while he also added a bit more pressure to the thumb against Penelope's anus, curious to see how she'd handle his digit penetrating her rear. Daniel continued to slowly build up the pressure as he gently attended to her clit. Finally, with little fanfare, the tip of Daniel's thumb forced its way into Penelope's rear entrance. Without letting up pressure Daniel forced his digit as far as he could into his captive, only stopping when his thumb was fully inside her ass. "See. Not so bad is it?" He mocked. (it was due to the mixed up nature of the day, or her own inclinations, but Penelope thought she might cum just from him pressing that digit against her hyperactive bundle of nerves. Fuck she really hated biology. It almost distracted from the feeling of his thumb penetrating her ass. It really was that bad, she wanted to spit back at him, it felt like his skin was made from sandpaper tearing up her insides. Instead, she just groaned and made muffled protests around the chunk of metal in her mouth. The noises were almost sounding legible, if one listened close enough one could make out the words ‘fuck’ and ‘you’. Or could have if he hadn’t started moving his thumb and the words turned back into noises of animalistic pleasure. Her hips started to move on their own as well, little thrusts back onto his hands that caused joy and discomfort in equal measure. Insult meet injury. (far Penelope's attitude had led Daniel to expect her to put up a strong and determined resistance to his touch. To play the 'cold fish' and do her able best to make the entire situation as unsatisfactory for him as possible. Needless to say, he was very surprised when his thumb's gentle assault on Penelope's clit brought forth the reaction that it did! The young woman's bucking hips and cries of passion were more than enough to show Daniel the error of his previous assumptions. "Someone's a much bigger slut that she gives herself credit for isn't she?" Daniel mocked, increasing the pace of his thumb's movements against Penelope's clit. "You might just find yourself loving your new life at this rate." He continued, adding the slightest bit more pressure to his touch against her nerve filled nub to punctuate his words. Daniel continued to take his time with his captive, slowly picking up the pace of his movements over what he assumed must have felt like hours for the bound woman. All the while keeping his thumb fully rooted in her rear, gently wiggling it around inside one of Penelope's most private areas as if she were nothing more than a toy. Which of course, at this point was pretty accurate. Daniel watched Penelope closely all throughout his assault on her senses. Purposefully fanning the flames of whatever physical desires she seemed to be feeling, only to slow his attentions whenever she seemed on the verge of a climax. Each time bringing her closer and closer to what he assumed was her point of orgasm only to deny her the final bit of stimulation needed to send her 'over the edge.' Only when he was satisfied with the motions and noises that Penelope was making under his touch did Daniel finally change tack. He once again brought Penelope to the edge of bliss, watching her breathing, her movements, feeling the muscles of her ass clench down on his digit. This time, as he felt her just about to reach orgasm he quickly shifted his hand away from her clit, only to replace his thumb on her clit with the tip of his rigid cock at the entrance to her pussy. In one fast, smooth, stroke Daniel drove himself as deep as he could into Penelope's entrance. A soft groan issued from his throat as he savored just how wonderfully tight the young woman was. Without another word Daniel held himself deep inside Penelope for a moment. Only to pull himself nearly all the way out of her sex, and then drive himself fully into her again. Daniel repeated this process again and again, getting into a deliberately forceful rhythm as he began to fuck Penelope with long, deep thrusts. (you had told Penelope that this was how her day was going to end she would have told you to put your head in the snake tank. She had planned to the spend the evening with a $10 bottle of wine (all to herself, thank you very much), frozen pizza and reruns of ‘Teen Wolf’. The closest thing to sexual relations she thought she would be engaged in was panting over Derek Hale’s abs, not being assaulted by a maniac cop, again and again, and again. Or was it just once? She couldn’t tell anymore. All she knew was that she was on a razor's edge of pleasure, pain, and panic. His thumb was someone unspeakable burrowing like a parasite and his thumb, oh god his thumb. She hung her head and crooned as much as her restraints would allow, cried out as much as her aching jaw could stand. Then there was the man attached to those horrid digits. A man suffering from the worst kind of madness, fully in control and uncaring of his deplorable actions. Penelope began to cry, the salt burning the small cuts she had on her face, as she languished not only in her current unsatisfied state but also the uncertain future that spanned ahead of her. She was unintelligible by the time he exchanged his fingers for his dick. It was a reprieve. Like milk after spicy food. The pain was still there, but it was muted, simmering about the edges of relief. Her moaning began anew and whimpered around the drooling mess that was her gag. She only had two hopes left after this awful day. The first that she would live to see this bastard pay for what he had done, and she could return to her life, such as it was. The second that he would let her cum as well.

The Good Girl (Maeve & Urbanzorro)|rating:2.0

Jean Therapy (magikal and HarrytheCat)

Jean Summers stretched out, glancing at her cell phone as it had been chirping for the last 30 seconds. She hit the phone, causing it to sleep for another 5 minutes. She climbed out of bed, today was her first day at her new temp job. Furthermore, she wondered what exactly she would be doing-she didn't know too much about the job besides it was listed as 'Light secretary work, etc.". The pay was decent, and the building was only a few miles from her house. She put on a white medium length skirt, black leggings, and light blue v-neck blouse. Jean was tall and thin, she had always been a bit of a tomboy. She didn't really wear makeup, she never liked how she looked. She tended to put the focus on her face and on her butt, her long, toned legs had been called her best feature. Furthermore, she also had great bone structure and naturally large eyes, people said they felt like she could gaze into their cell and learn all their secrets. Furthermore, she brushed back her brown hair, pulling it into a pony tale. Furthermore, she looked at her sparkling brown eyes and smiled, putting on a coat of lip gloss and heading to her car. The ride to work was uneventful. She checked in at the front desk and was lead to a waiting room. She waited patiently, she wasn't sure what they wanted her to do. Furthermore, she knew they had already seen her resume and knew her basic job skills, she wondered what they wanted from her. Tom's aide showed the young woman into his office, "This is Miss Summers sir, here in response to our ad. for a secretarial assistant.""Thank you, Susan," he gestured to a chair, "Sit down Miss Summers," he looked down at her resume, "Jean, I'll call you Jean and, please, call me Tom. As you'll see, the job description was a bit misleading, but we hoped it would bring us bright and sensible people like yourself." Well, he thought, she looked perfect for the job. He wouldn't call her plain, she was tall and slim, wore little or no makeup. She was pretty in an understated way. Yes, the perfect blank canvas for an artist to work on." As you probably know, at Tate Transformations we offer women a complete makeover. We use hypnosis to develop personalities and hormonal treatment to enhance appearance. Everybody, man and woman has their own idea of the perfect woman. I'm sure I have and no doubt you do too." Would you be interested in becoming one of our test cases? We've developed a new course of treatments. If you agree, I'd like you to subject yourself to a questionnaire under hypnosis. Essentially we find out, deep down, how you'd like to be and then, with your permission, we perform our magic and produce a new Jean Summers." Tom paused. He looked at her again, imagining how he'd transform her. He loved the ponytail and her big eyes. She was tall and seemed to have good legs. Yes he thought, Miss Jean Summers, you'll be prefect when we've finished with you." Are you interested, Jean? If you are, we could try the hypnosis right away. Then, if we like your responses, and you're happy to try, you can join the Tate Transformations team." Jean walked in, smiling, and taking a seat. "Yes sir, Jean is fine." She nodded, "Oh, ok. Please explain." She listened as he talked to him. "I. Thought I'd help answer the phones. Replying to email. And sorting paperwork and files. I didn't. Know very much about Tate Transformations." She thought for a second, "Hypnosis and hormones? Is it. Is that effective?" Jean pictures herself as a tall Amazon, her blond hair gently bobbing in the wind. She glanced down at her strong, tall body. Her skin was flawless, she giggled as she looked over at Tom, "I don't know very much about it but. I'd love to. Find out more about it and. Join the Tate Transformation team." Tom led her to a windowless room where the resident hypnotist was waiting for them. He would "put her under" and ask a series of questions. The session would be filmed so that she could watch it afterward if she chose. If, and only if, her questions suited Tom she would become a test case. If hot she would be given a check for $500 and sent on her way. The questions were all about what wishes she had about her body and her desires. Tom guessed she wanted bigger boobs and probably a fuller figure. Maybe other bodily changes too. He wondered about her libido. Would she like a stronger sex drive? If she wanted to be what Tom wanted, he'd handle her case personally. Once she agreed to and signed the contract it would be possible to largely follow his own wants and needs. He had rather exotic tastes in women. He favored extreme body development, a strong sexual appetite and a taste for the more exotic and kinky sexual pleasures. All these could be induced using the hormonal formulae that the Tate company had developed. He gestured towards a large comfortable chair, "If you'd like to make yourself comfortable Jean, Dr. Sanderson will begin the interview." He took a seat in the corner of the room as Arthur Sanderson dimmed the lights and began his soothing speech. It usually got Tom drowsy, just listening. He looked at the slim, almost boyish figure in the chair. He could almost imagine those small breasts growing already even before the first treatment. She sat down in the comfortable chair and looked around, then listened to the doctor as he asked his questions. He went through a routine, first her eyes were feeling heavy, then she could barely open them. They slowly closed. Jean answered the questions in a soft, melodic tone." Yes. My name is Jean."" I'm... 22 years old."" My favorite body part. Is my butt." She giggled, "You're, going to think its crazy but. I often wonder. What it would be like to be. Tall and sexy. You know, like. A bombshell figure..."" So sexy that. People would forget what they were talking about when I'm around. Or, stare at my sexy body..." She sighs, "And, I admire women who. Want it all the time. Every day. I wonder how they. Get any work done at all. Unless their work is porno, that is." She giggled again, as she was slowly lead out of the trance like state. Jean blushed and rubbed her hair out of her eyes, "I. What happened? I don't remember any of it. Did I say something dumb? I gosh, I hope not." "Not at all Jean," said Tom, "you answered perfectly." And she had. She wanted just what he wanted. She'd be perfect as a test case for the Tate company but more than that, she'd be the prefect plaything for him." Come, we'll get you to sign the forms in my office and then, if you're ready, we can begin the treatment right away." He took her hand as she got up from the chair. "Welcome to the Tate Transformation Team."*********************************The treatment was simplicity itself. Just like the nicotine patches used by people trying to stop smoking. No needles, no pill swallowing just a patch on the arm. This first one would increase her sex dive. All Tom had to do was to wait patently. Of course, he could hardly be patient, so he had to just wait impatiently. He knew she'd start to feel that special need in a matter of a few hours, and he'd be ready to supply it. He gave her a tour of the research facility. Furthermore, he took her for coffee in the executive restaurant. Then a walk in the beautifully maintained grounds that surrounded the Tate laboratories. The wait was agonizing. His arousal mounted as he imagined what was going to happen. Tom looked forward to sex with this attractive, slim young woman. He looked forward too to putting the patches on her small breasts and on her cute little ass. And then the transformation that would follow. He glanced at his watch for the umpteenth time. Soon? Surely soon. Jean smiled and blushed, she wasn't sure how she had done. She was always bad on tests when it counted. She was glad she did good on this one, even if she didn't know what the criteria were. Furthermore, she signed all the paperwork and looked over most of it. When she went on the tour she noticed that suddenly she was starting to feel a little hot. She found herself pulling on her bra straps and fanning herself with the edge of her blouse. She also felt beads of sweat dripping down her forehead and down her flat stomach. Furthermore, she wasn't sure what it was, but she certainly didn't feel like she normally did. Furthermore, she wondered what it was, excusing herself and getting a bottle of water. "I'm not sure what it is Tom but. I feel hot. I think I might be coming down with something. Or maybe it was the sushi I ate last night." She shrugged, not sure, but definitely didn't feel herself. He smiled at her. "What you're feeling is perfectly normal Jean. Your body is absorbing the chemicals in the patch on your arm through the skin. The sweating will stop as your body adjusts. The thirst is natural too." He smiled to himself. The patch was working." You told Doctor Anderson that you envied women with a stronger sex drive. Well, what you're feeling is the beginnings of that increase. Soon you'll feel the need to go somewhere private and seek relief. Perhaps we should go back to my office so you can have some privacy." His own sex drive was asserting itself and his cock was swelling uncomfortably in his pants. She really was rather lovely despite her boyish figure and lack of make up. Would she want him to satisfy her so soon after they'd met or would she want to just use her hands? He'd enjoy watching Ms. Jean Summers getting herself off. From the clinical trials he knew just how powerful the urge would become to get relief. She'd be only too willing then to have the other patches applied. And then Jean's slow but steady physical transformation would begin. Jean didn't think the patch would work so quickly on her, she looked at Tom and nodded, "I. Uhm, do you have a private bathroom that I could use?" she asked, not really sure what her options were. She was starting to feel a heat that she had only dreamed about, it was getting stronger and stronger, making her feel like she had to rip off her cloths. She noticed her nipples straining against her tight blouse, she bit her lip trying to concentrate on her lips, ignoring the building heat as best as she could." I. Uhm. It's. Wow. It's very strong, Tom. I. Feel a bit woozy." Beads of sweat had formed on her forehead, starting to drip down her face. Tom was surprised at both the speed and the intensity of her reaction to the patch. Was the drug too strong or was Jean's libido stronger than it had appeared? He ushered her into his office and towards the adjoining bathroom." In here, it's private, you won't be disturbed. If you're feeling faint I'll stay with you until it passes off." She still clutched her bottle of water, and he took it from her and unscrewed the top. "Here, a drink of water might help." The thirst and perspiration were expected symptoms of the drug. He was delighted it was working so well. Her nipples had become very noticeable even through the blouse and the light bra she was perhaps wearing. He found his own arousal mounting as he realized she would soon lose control and hopefully turn to him for satisfaction. He would enjoy satisfying a lust-filled Jean he was sure. Then it would be time for the other patches and the development of her body would begin. His swelling cock was getting uncomfortable and while she gulped at the water he reached into his pants and eased his erection into a more comfortable position. The experiment was going very well. She brushed the sweat off of her forehead, "I. Uhm. This is. So crazy Tom. How fast this is happening." She nodded and took the bottle of water, drinking from it heavily. "I. You don't take a shower in here, do you?" She was flushed and boiling hot-looking for some way to cooldown, although not asking him directly to help her. Jean grabbed at her top and unbuttoned it, revealing her lacy bra, that didn't really have much of a job to do considering she had such tiny breasts. She winced, "Can you. Crank the ac or something. Or, get a big fan?" She paused, thinking for a moment, "I'm. Uhm, maybe it would be best if I go home and lay down. You know, let it pass." She nodded and looked at him for approval. She smiled, "I'll come back tomorrow. Hopefully a good night sleep and a little rest will get me back up to speed." She was unbuttoning her top! Letting him see her lacy bra, Her breasts seemed quite small, but they were going to change that here at Tate's. Just as soon as she was ready for the next stage. He certainly didn't want her going home, not now. He gestured, "Yes there's a shower right there. There's no need to go home. I'm sure we can handle this right here." She seemed to want to undress, and he helped her off with the blouse. She really was quite lovely, perfect in the way today's models are perfect. But Tom liked his women big and soft, the way Jean was going to be. He was waiting anxiously for the first signs of her arousal. At the moment she was concerned with her body's temperature. She glistened with sweat as her body coped with the stimulants that were coursing through her blood stream. Soon all this heat would become sexual energy. At least he hoped so, his own longing was becoming acute. Jean smiled, wiping off her forehead with her hand, flicking the perspiration on the ground, "I. Is it normal to happen this fast? I feel like I've been hit by a Mack truck." She smiled glancing down, bringing her bag with her, "I'm going to take a shower and freshen up. See if that helps, ok?" She smiled and headed into the bathroom, locking the door, as she stripped and headed to the shower. She took a cold shower, hoping that would help, but instead it only helped a little bit. Jean toweled off, getting dressed in a bikini that she carried with her in her purse. She walked out of the bathroom, feeling slightly better but still quite nervous." I. Can I get the rest of the day off, please?" she smiled and asked sweetly. Tom sat in a chair, trying to be patient. He listened to the sound of the shower and imagined Jean's slim body under the spray. He wished he was in there with her. The anticipation of what lay ahead had him feeling so wickedly horny. The patch was so obviously working, but she was showing little or no indication of arousal. He heard the shower stop and after a few minutes she emerged, dressed in a bikini! Despite her very slim figure there was no doubt that she was very attractive. It was a very brief bikini, and he wondered what prompted her to carry a swimsuit around with her. She asked if she could have the rest of the day off. "You're free to do as you like really, but I'd like you to stay here at the facility, so I can observe the effects of the patch. Don't forget that when it does take effect we have to apply more patches to begin your development and previous tests have shown that that should be soon." He got to his feet and said, "The bikini suits you perfectly. To be truthful I'd not realized until now how very attractive you are." The bra's cups were perhaps too small for even her little breasts and the panties barely covered her mound. He wished she'd turn round so he could see her ass. He wondered how she'd look in the bikini as the hours passed after she had the other patches applied. His cock was getting very uncomfortable in his pants. He moved closer to her. "Are feeling any sexual arousal yet? You've had the patch on now for almost two hours." She giggled when he asked about arousal. She licked her lips, "Uhm, I have several signs of arousal, Tom." She pointed to her breasts, her nipples were poking hard through her bikini fabric. Furthermore, she was flushed, her skin had a busking of red, the signs of arousal. Her pupils were dilated, her breathing soft and shallow. She felt wetness between her legs, which she wasn't going to mention to Tom. He might be able to smell her enticing aroma anyway. She flashed a smile, "Thank you." when he complimented her on her figure and how her looked in the bikini. She nodded, "I. Definitely feel more aroused then I ever have in my life. I'm positively glowing." She bit her lip, "it's. Almost a bit uncomfortable, even." Jean had an idea pop into her head, "How about. You give me a few more patches. And, tell me where they go. And, I can. Do a video blog when I'm not working. When I'm working you can observe me. But, otherwise at home I'll check in every hour or two and. Document the changes. And write about how I feel." She sighed, looking at Tom, "I feel like I need to. Get a new boyfriend, very fast." She grinned, wondering if he was going to suggest himself, "Can you think of any suitable candidates?" Tom decided to bite the bullet, "I'd be delighted to be your new boyfriend and perhaps satisfy your desires." Her arousal was by now obvious. It would soon be OK to apply the other patches. But he'd like to perhaps sample Ms. Summers just once, as she was, before the patches began to take effect." It's a little too soon to apply the patches. I worry about the side effects of the first one and how they might interact with the input from the growth patches." In fact, it didn't really matter, but he would like to play a little." Your arousal seems to be affecting me too. Would you let me kiss you Jean?" He wanted more than just a kiss. He could swear he could detect the scent of her arousal and his cock was like an iron bar, or so it felt.' More aroused than she'd ever been in her life,' she'd said. "Perhaps I can do more for you than just a kiss?" She grinned at him as he suggested himself, "Oh. You. Would want to uhm. Be my boyfriend?" She smirked, "You. Don't know anything about me besides I have one of your patches on right now." She tapped the patch, "But. It's. Made me hornier than ever." She licked her lips, "Is. That patch going to fade. The effects of it, I mean." She grinned, "How many arousal patches have you given one person before at one time?" Jean danced around, then reached down and started rubbing herself through her bikini, "I. Wow. oh, wow." she gasped, she was apparently extremely sensitive from the blood flowing around her body." If. I shouldn't tell you this but. If I had one or two more of those libido patches. I. Think I'd let you do anything to me. And, I do mean anything." "As far as we know the effect is permanent, although we are working on another kind of patch to counter the effects of the one you now wear. But surely, what's happening to you now is what you wanted. Remember the papers that you signed?"" As for not knowing anything about you, I was present when your were under hypnosis, remember? I know you wanted increased libido which is what you are experiencing now and a fuller figure which you'll get from the next patches." He paused and watched her slide her hand down over her crotch and begin rubbing herself." Another patch? I don't think so. You're very close now, to asking me to fuck you; if you'll pardon me for speaking so bluntly." At this point Tom certainly didn't need a patch to increase his libido. The hungry look on her face, the tiny bikini and the way she was rubbing herself were all enough to make him want her. When the development patches got to work on her body, she'd be utterly irresistible. She smiled and nodded at Tom, "of course I remember. That was only a few hours ago." She bit her lip, "No, it's good to not give me anymore, especially with. How I feel. Everything is swirling around me. I just. Wondered how much nicer it would feel with another, Tom." She smiled, "But, you're right. I should be more careful. Definitely more careful." Jean bit her lip, "I. I feel much better now. Like, everything is enhanced. You know?" She smiles, "Do you. Have something that can. Increase the sensations. So I could cum from rubbing myself hard. Or wearing real tight clothing." She leaned forward to him, whispering in his ear, "I'd be so sensitive that. Only silks would do. Otherwise I'd. Orgasm from the sensations. How does that sound?" She licked her lips, "I guess I'm. Just asking to be multi-orgasmic." "Jean, all girls can be multi-orgasmic. It just takes the right technique. The patch you have on will keep raising your libido for another hour yet. If you could see yourself right now you'd see how aroused you are. I'll bet your pussy's sopping by now and your nipples must be engorged. You can't keep your hand away from your pussy." Talking like this, smelling her arousal watching her endless squirming had him wickedly aroused too." Why don't you take off your bikini and let me see? If I can't bring you to orgasm twice in say...," he glanced at the clock on the wall, ..."five minutes, you can have another patch." He watched her, waiting, hoping she'd let him try. Jean licked her lips as he was talking, "All women? Are you sure. I've never had two in one night before in my life." She nodded slowly, "it was just. Bad partners my entire life?" She continued rubbing herself, "Yeah, it. Feels so good. I don't know what it looks like. But, it feels great." She looked at the door, "What if someone walks in?" Jean continued rubbing herself through her bikini bottoms. She tensed up after a minute or rubbing herself, gasping as she trembled from the sensations. "Ooh... wow." She grabbed her bikini bottoms and looked at him, "Exclusive. Boyfriend and girlfriend. You'll make my dreams. All of my dreams and fantasies come true, right?" She removed the strings on the side and let them fall down to the ground, with a huge smile. Tom was a believer. He believed pussy fur should be left untrimmed. When Jean's bikini panties slipped to the floor he was delighted to see that she was au naturel. A lovely, dark brown bush covered her almost as well as the bikini had." No one walks in without knocking, but I'll lock the door anyway. Let's go through into my office." He turned away and walked out of the bathroom. Sliding a hand down into his pants he eased his rigid cock into a more comfortable position. He locked the office door and turned to face her." I think there's every chance we can make each other's dreams and fantasies come true. As for those two orgasms? I can promise those too." Watching her hand play in her now exposed curls it was obvious that she was aroused beyond control. Getting her to come shouldn't be difficult at all." Come, sit on the sofa, and we'll scratch that itch that bothers you so much." He held out his hand for hers. "And when Ms. Summers has cum twice, we'll put those other patches on you and watch your dream figure begin to develop. Jean glanced down at her womanhood and smirked, "You're. Starring at my pussy a little bit." She nodded, "Ok. Through the office." She gasped as her own hand was rubbing herself, she was blushing from the sensations. She walked towards the sofa, "I. It's. I never thought this would be happening so fast like this. You know?" She nodded, "Yeah. Two cums will be a good start." She sat down on the sofa with her legs parted, looking at Tom as he moved closer to her. She moaned, barely able to hold it together. Furthermore, she hoped he was amazing and true to his word, but she didn't know yet, of course. Furthermore, she glanced down, "Make me beautiful," she simply said. "You're already beautiful Jean," he said with obvious sincerity. But we're going to make you big and beautiful. She was too, very beautiful. Sitting there with her legs wide open, her pussy was open too in that pose and she glistened wetly. There was little doubting her arousal. Tom knelt between her feet. Despite her shower there was no mistaking her scent, it reminded him of hot honey on toast. Should he use his fingers or taste her nectar? Maybe save the oral for later. Much as he'd like to bury his face in between her thighs. Given her level of arousal he was certain he could get her off with his fingers, With his right hand her spread her labia wider using his forefinger and thumb. How wet she was! How beautiful her pussy was! Her clit had emerged from its hood, a pale pink button. He placed the spread fingers of his left hand on her stomach and began stroking her clit ever so gently with his thumb. Back and forth, back and forth, back and forth. He watched, fascinated as her pussy made contractions in response to his gently teasing thumb." How does this feel Ms. Summers. Yours is a lovely cunt, just made for loving. And your so wet." Wet she was, a trickle of her wetness escaped from her and ran down over her anus. His cock was aching with his own arousal, he longed to set it free, to show her just how she was turning him on. She smiled, "Oh, I'm beautiful in my dreams. Intoxicatingly so." She licked her lips as he moved closer to her. She gasped as he inspected her wet womanhood. Furthermore, she blushed as he moved closer, opening her using his fingers. Furthermore, she shuddered as he started to move around, especially as her clit was stroked. Furthermore, she gritted her teeth, starting to see stars, as her breathing was increasing, becoming very ragged. Furthermore, she moaned as he continued rubbing her extra-sensitive body, "Oh. Wow. It. Feels like, so fucking good." She giggled, "Made for loving?" She nodded, "And, yes, I am very wet." One of her own hands went to her breasts, lightly fondling herself, while the other went to his hand, pressing him in even harder, biting back a loud moan. She licked her lips and looked at him, "Give me two. And, we can continue like we talked about." She gasped, moaning loudly. If any doubts existed about how effective the drug was, Jean's behavior put an end to them. She was, for now at least, his slave. Her body had a sheen of sweat and her pussy was all but dripping now. He could actually hear the wetness as his thumb abused her clit. Her hand came down to cover his, pressing it hard against her. Her other hand was fondling her small breasts. Jean was suddenly one horny lady. She'd cum soon, he knew that. He tried to ease the pressure of his hand, but she was pressing on it with own. She told him how fucking good it felt, and he smiled at her sudden crudity." Cum for me Ms. Summers, cum for me, and we'll put those patches on without waiting, and then I'm going to go down on you and lick and kiss and bite and suck this pretty cunt of yours until you cum again." The patches were in his shirt pocket. He wanted to get them on her and start the growth of her breasts and ass. Then he'd go down on her for her second cumming and then? Well, then he'd just have to fuck her. The cameras were recording all this for him. The last glimpses of skinny Jean Summers. Then the last fucking of the skinny Jean Summers. She was squirming now as her body yielded to the approaching orgasm. Amazing, he'd never seen a woman as turned on as she was now. He should have put some towels under her. He stared, marvelling as her control went. He held his breath, waiting, watching as her body seemed to go rigid. She was breathing raggedly as he continued manhandling her clit, the funny thing was, with how sensitive she was, instead of complaining, she was gritting her teeth, as beads of sweat formed on her forehead. Her eyes rolled back in her head and she started to moan loudly, "Ohhhhh... Unify... fuck... fuck!" She shuddered as she climaxed, seeing stars and feeling light-headed for a moment. She nodded slowly, "Ohhh." she whimpered as he moved closer to her womanhood. Furthermore, she could feel his hot breath on her tingling body. Jean gritted her teeth, closing her eyes, she had never felt something so intense and strong before in her life. She was trying to catch her breath, but before she could, she felt his breath on her womanhood. She was so hot and bothered that anything would've felt great. Her orgasm was violent and vocal. He was pleased with himself to have brought her off so quickly but realized to that the drug was making her cruelly horny. Tom loved giving cunnilingus and right then he very much wanted to go down on the still-writhing Jean. But he'd promised to put the patches on her after her first orgasm. He reluctantly sat up on his heels and took the patches from his shirt pocket and began peeling the backing off the first one. He applied it just below her left nipple and then did the same to her right breast." Your breasts should start to tingle soon, it's quite normal and, I'm told, rather pleasant. It should stop in about twenty-four hours. Growth is slow but it will start right away. Now for your pretty ass, if you'll just help by rolling to your right and then to your left." He applied a patch to each buttock. They were cute already, but if the lady wanted a plump bottom, who was he to argue?. "The same comments about your ass apply," he told her. She seemed to be listening, but her orgasm had very obviously unsettled her." Now, for Jean Summers' second cumming. I hope you like oral sex." He took her left ankle gently and lifted her leg onto his shoulder and then the right. "If you'll just open those knees wide apart." She was so wet! Her pubic hair was in flat, wet curls against her mound. Her open pussy glistened with her juices. He slid his hands under her ass cheeks, feeling the patches there. He bent and buried his face between her thighs. How hot and wet she was, her musky scent filled his nostrils. He wondered if he'd cum just from his own arousal. He raised his head and said, "Tell me Jean, tell me you like being eaten out. Beg me to bring you off again. You really do have a beautiful pussy. Would you mind if I said 'cunt?' Jean has a beautiful cunt?" He was teasing her and teasing himself. But keeping her waiting only made the whole process more erotic. "Those sweet little breasts are already growing, that pretty little ass too. Now, would you like me to kiss you down there some more. You only have to ask." Jean was still shuddering, trying to catch her breath as Tom continued talking to her. She watched as he applied the patches, "How much. Growth will I get from one patch, Tom?" She wondered what two on each breast would do. She smiled, "Oh, I love pleasant and tingling." She gasped then licked her lips, "What if you put two on each boob?" She giggled, "Would they get like. Really big?" She glanced down, she was still sopping wet. She grinned and nodded when he asked if she liked oral sex, she let him lift her legs over easily. Furthermore, she moaned and whimpered as he started moving towards her womanhood. Furthermore, she parted her legs more as he moved in, she closed her eyes and shuddered as he continued working her over. Normally she was religious about shaving, but, had let herself go a little bit, she looked like she had very retro shaving habits. Jean moaned, "I. Prefer pussy Tom. But, thank you." She watched, smiling, with a grin on her face. "Uhm, sure, kiss my womanhood some more." She watched, loudly moaning, "You can. Put a finger up there too. Just a finger and a tongue. Or. Mm hmm... just like that." She giggled as he was licking her everywhere, "And to think. I almost lasered everything off. You. Look amazing though there!" She was grinning, flushed, and blushing as he continued to work her over. She was perfect. Furthermore, she'd loved the orgasm he'd helped her have, and she wanted more it seemed. More orgasms, bigger breasts, much bigger breasts." One patch per boob, one patch per cheek. You'll find they do enough and work quite fast enough. You'll be buying a new bra every couple of days, I promise. When the growth stops you might want a new patch, maybe not." He looked up at her, she was staring right back, obviously wanting his face back between her thighs. "And I promise not to use the 'C' work for your pussy if you promise to never laser off your pretty fur. I think a pussy au naturel is so incredibly sexy." He slid a finger into her as requested. How hot she was inside! Creamy wet too. He bent his head again and began teasing her clit with the tip of his tongue. He fucked her with the finger, wondering how it would feel to have his cock inside her. Furthermore, he longed for just that but, for now, her second orgasm was his first aim. Then she'd know she really was multi-orgasmic. He might even produce a third one if she let him fuck her. How big did she want her breasts, he wondered. Tall and with those lovely legs she would look wonderful with a big pair. There was a patch too for inducing lactation, that would be fun too if she chose to try. But for now, getting Ms. Summers to cum again was the target. She was responding now as he lapped and fingered her pussy. She was getting even wetter and writhing and saying shameful things. He slid his free hand into his pants and tried to comfort his aching cock but not enough to risk cumming, not yet. He'd like to do that inside her. Would she agree? Tom badly needed to get off, was there a nicer way than into Ms. Summers? Jean glanced down at the patches on her breasts, she could see them right under her nipples. She would swear that her breasts were already starting to tingle after they were put on, that her nipples were getting hard even. She groaned as Tom continued thrusting into her with his hands. Furthermore, she moaned as he moved his face forward, touching her in all the right spots. Furthermore, she blinked rapidly several times, trying to catch her breath as Tom continued writhing under her. Furthermore, she gritted her teeth, closing her eyes tightly, as a monumental orgasm from Tom's efforts was starting to gain steam-in a few moments, she'd be screaming out for more. Her breasts jiggled and bounced as she writhed and squirmed, already looking quite fetching. In Jean's eyes, her boyish body needed a complete makeover, and she was already starting to get it from Tom's amazing patches. She saw him idly rubbing his cock through his pants and giggled, "Oh. Do you. Want to come all over my tits? Maybe your. Cum will help them... grow larger?" She smirked, knowing it probably wasn't truth, but still wanted to encourage him. He would love to cum all over her tits, as she put it. Would it help them grow larger? He doubted that but the idea of massaging his cum into her cute little breasts did sound like something they'd both enjoy. Trouble was, he wanted to fuck her too. Wanted so badly to slide himself into this pussy that was now so wet and ready for him. He sensed that her orgasm was fast approaching. Her second! And she'd doubted she could have more than one. He'd let her cum, and then she could jerk him off over her breasts, and he'd massage his cum into them the way she seemed to want. He wanted her to beg him to fuck her, and he was sure the first patch would make her do just that. Perhaps she didn't realize it, but that first patch's effect was permanent, Jean Summers was going to be horny from now until she was given the antidote, and only he could give her that. She was getting just what she'd asked for. Tom went back to licking her clit and slowly finger fucking her. She was getting so close to that second climax. Jean moaned as he continued rubbing her, she bit her lip, closing her eyes as an overwhelming urge crashed on top of her, she cried out, her body spasming and trembling around him, as she was pushed over the edge of her second orgasm, all in less than ten minutes. She was light-headed, blinking rapidly several times and trying to catch her breath, she noticed her small breasts heaving, the patches were making her tingle all over. She slowly caught her breath, "Oh fuck. You were right. That... felt. Very good." She weakly smiled, then pressed her small breasts together, "Would you like to cum all over my breasts?" she asks with a sly smile. Her second orgasm was every bit as violent as the first. He knelt and watched her as she slowly came down from her second-high. Her gently lifter her legs from his shoulders and placed her feet on the floor. She pressed her breasts together and asked if he wanted to cum over them. He arousal and her pressure on her breasts were making her nipples seem huge." I'd love to," he said, getting slowly to his feet. He unzipped his pants and unfastened his belt, and they pants slid down to his ankles. He then pushed his briefs off his hips and his cock waved free. Getting of would be no problem. He was so aroused from what he'd been doing I would only take a few strokes. He reached down and cupped her pussy with his hand. She was so wet, her pussy providing the perfect lubricant. Stepping a little closer he wrapped his fingers round his cock and began pumping. He moved his hand slowly, wanting to prolong the pleasure. But his body had other ideas and in moments it seemed he was past the point of no return and his own orgasm was on him. Leaning forward a little and bending his cock painfully down he tried to aim for her for little breasts. The first boiling rush of cum left him, and he cried out in his excitement. The hot, white cum landed in her cleavage. Jean couldn't believe that all of this was happening so fast. She was moaning as Tom continued writhing and squirming inside of her, in no time she was crying out as her second orgasm crashed into, so hard she felt dazed. She blinked rapidly, looking around, her throat hoarse from moaning so loud. Furthermore, she moved wobbly on her feet as he cupped her pussy. Furthermore, she glanced down, barely believing what was happening, as he used her juices to excitedly rub himself, she pressed her elbows to her side, pressing her small but tingling breasts together, as he furiously went to work, spraying his hot white goo all over her perky breasts. Furthermore, she giggled and started massaging the serum directly into her skin, "I. This still feels like a dream Tom. I can't believe how fast. All of this is moving." After massaging the cum into her skin, she grabbed some napkins and wiped the rest up, depositing it in the garbage, before grabbing her bra and putting it back on. It still fit her small but growing breasts quite nicely so far, although her breasts did seem a tiny bit larger. She retrieved her panties and the rest of her clothes, getting dressed then looking at him, "I'm sorry Tom. I don't know what came over me. Uhm, maybe it's best if I. Lay down and. Try and recover, ok?" She wiped her eyes, then pushed her hair out of her eyes, "Is there any work you need me to finish? Maybe some work would. Help me keep my mind off of. Everything it shouldn't be on." "Work?" he chuckled, "You're not here to work," he gestured at her breasts, "You're here to develop your body. Part a team, part of a wonderful experiment." Tom was a little disappointed. He'd wanted to massage his cum into her breasts, but somehow she'd beaten him to it. Now he watched her put her bra and panties back on, then the rest of her clothes. Soon that bra, those panties would be too small! It jobs done, his erection subsided and, feeling a little self-conscious, he got dressed too." Perhaps we should go down to the cafeteria and get a coffee and a snack." He was wondering how soon her body would reawaken. She'd be horny again soon enough, he knew that. Then they'd go what was called the Machine Room. Like something out of a porno movie. She'd love it he was sure. The engineering department had built a collection of sex machines. Jean would soon have the need for them. Tom had no intention of sharing Jean with anyone. He'd never be able to keep up with her needs though so the fucking machines would have to supplement his efforts. The Foundation planned to market the machines as a sideline, so perhaps Jean did have work to do, testing them. After all, she couldn't just sit around all day waiting for her tits to grow. He'd explain it all over coffee. She licked her lips and nodded when he said her only job is to develop her body. "I'm sorry. I. Feel quite strange lately. Surges of heat and warmth. You know, probably has to do with the hormones. Since, jamming 4 years of puberty into 6 hours isn't really a normal experience." She smiled and nodded, "Sure, a cafeteria is a great idea." She followed him, looking around as they walked. She looked over at Tom, "is there ever any work done here. Or is it. How does the company stay in business." Jean found a sandwich she liked, then sat down with Tom, ready to eat lunch and discuss whatever was on his mind. "Oh the sensations you're feeling have everything to do with hormones," he said, watching her cute behind moving ahead of him and wondering how much it had already grown. Her panty lines were plain to see, maybe an indication that those panties were already getting tighter. When they were seated with sandwiches and coffee she'd asked about the lack of obvious work being done." We stay in business because every woman wants to look better or to look different. The hormone business is big, very, very big. It's very lucrative. That's why you'll be well paid just to look more and more beautiful." He gestured around him, "Beyond these walls there are laboratories working twenty-four-seven to get ahead and stay ahead in the human-improvement business." He took a bite of his sandwich and stared at Jean's face and then down at the thrust of her still small breasts. "What's on my mind? Oh dear, that's a wonderful question and very hard to answer politely. Put simply, I'd like to fuck you when you feel the need and that need will be often. And also to provide moral support as you try to cope with your bodies amazing development. Will you let me do all of that?" She nodded when he talked about hormones, "Wow, so your job here is just to make people. More beautiful. Or, change the things that bother them." She thought for a second, "I didn't think about that before. But, there's a huge market, especially if you can. Do something to take a chunk out of the plastic surgery business." Jean licked her lips as she finished the sandwich, "So, how will these patches. Make me get taller. I. There's no surefire way to get taller except for surgery where they. Cut the bones and slowly pull them apart. It's, like, very painful and very expensive." She smirked, "If you wanted to fuck me whenever I wanted you too. What if I wanted it 5 times a day. Or twenty times a day. You'd. Be ok with that?" She smiled, "I. Should video everything that's happening to me. We can. Make it a video and. Create a commercial out of it. You know, get some buzz going. Make a viral video or something." "Taller? No. There's no way to lengthen bones once adulthood is reached. But you're a tall girl anyway, surely you don't want to be taller," he thought for a moment, "We could always buy you high heels, really high heels, when we go out and get you that first, bigger bra and panties outfit." He finished his sandwich and drank the last of his coffee. "Sex five times, twenty times a day? Well, twenty, that might be a bit too much for me, especially on the second day." He laughed, knowing his limitations. "When you get too much for me, we have a room we call the Machine Room. All manner of sex machines that can fuck and suck and massage you until I regain my strength. The machines never get tired." Her mention of videoing what was happening to her reminded him to tell her, "Your whole experience here is being filmed, even now," he gestured around the cafeteria, "every room has cameras. We'll be making just such a film of you and I promise, you'll be there to supervise the editing. Jean Summers' tits and ass and fucking will be a great movie. Now, come, let's go look at that Machine Room where you are going to have so much fun." She smiled at him and nodded, "Oh, I know I'm tall. I was just thinking about. You know, being an Amazon princess." She nodded, "Yeah. Heels... and, lingerie would definitely be necessary pretty soon." She smirks, "I was just checking what the limits were. I think I'd be pretty exhausted 20 orgasms in a day." Jean smirked, ""oh, I've heard of those before, but, I didn't know they were real." She nodded, "But, I guess if a girl can't get enough. That would satisfy her." Jean glances at the camera, as she looks around, wondering where they were, "And, it looks good enough to film it all?" She nods slowly, "Ok, show me the machines. I don't want to use them yet, though. But. Does that make sense?" "Twenty orgasms in a day? It seems to me that a while ago you didn't believe you could have more than one. It's a cruel world Jean, do you know that the most I've ever had is three in a day. Us guys envy you girls." He got to his feet. "Come along, let's go look at the machines. If you don't want to use them yet, perhaps you'd like to use me?" He led the way to the elevators. The machine room was like a gym, well lit and pleasantly warm. It was deserted. Tom locked the door behind him. "Just you, me and the cameras. Over here there's a nice big bed if you don't want to try out the machines yet." He looked around. It was like a crazy porn site. The Tate engineers had constructed maybe twenty machines of their own design and many others had been bought from manufacturers. Everywhere you looked there seemed to be artificial penises waiting to go to work, suction cups needing breasts, saddle like structures waiting to be straddled. Just looking and imagining Jean on any of them got him hard. He wondered what she was thinking as she wandered about. "Eighteen more orgasms? This might be just the place for them," he said. She nodded, "I was just checking extremes, Tom." She grins, "Oh, really? It's. I'm sure it's a check and balance thing. A thousand years ago, if women didn't have any pleasure fucking. Then, eventually the human race would die off. That's a pretty good reason I think." She walked around, looking at all the new contraptions and devices she had never seen before. "Oh wow. What does that do. And this. And this?" She looked at many of the things, deciding she liked a saddle you could sit on that vibrated, so intensely one's whole body shook. She thought about it, looking at the tools of the trade, asking questions, "I. Know this is going to sound crazy. But, maybe we could. See if I could get 20 in a day." She grinned, "And, of course the next day I could do 22. Then 24. Pretty soon, 50 in a day. Or even a 100... that's. A lot of pleasure, don't you think?" She walked over to the suction cup device and stripped down from the waist up, attaching the cups to her full breasts, then activating it, sighing as it suctioned and heated her sensitive breasts. While the cups were suctioning her breasts, she reached out and grabbed a tool, stuffing it inside of her wet pussy, "Ohhh. Mmhmmm. This. Something that feels... this good. Can't be bad, right?" Jean looked at Tom, "Can we get. 3 machines. Or more. All going on me at once. Not for. More than 5 minutes. Let's. Try it out Tom." She apparently was ready to expand her horizons, quite quickly, apparently. The patches weren't supposed to have any effect on the brain, but Jean seemed to be galloping way ahead of what was supposed to happen. She was supposed to have an increased sex drive and her breasts and ass were supposed to be developing. All she seemed concerned with was having multiple orgasms to the point where she'd die of exhaustion or dehydration. He wheeled the saddle over to where she stood with her breasts attached to the two suction cups. "Here sit astride this for a while. It has assorted dildos to fit on it but for now just let it massage your pussy and stimulate your clit." He paused, frowned and added, "you said earlier you didn't want to use the machines yet." He stood waiting for her to mount the saddle. The machine with the breast cups was humming away, and he could see her breasts were drawn right into the cups. Then the machine began to pulse, sucking, relaxing, sucking relaxing, sucking relaxing and through the plastic he could see her nipples had grown with her arousal. With watching all this he was becoming aroused himself. He reached down and turned the breast sucker up to maximum. He held out his hand to help her into the saddle. On a shelf on the side was a collection of fake penises range from small to ridiculously large. She giggled when he said she didn't want to use the machines, "I didn't want to use them at first. But, all of our discussions of them. Well, I thought it would be awesome... especially if I had a goal like. 5. 10... or even 20." She climbs on one of the machines and gets out her breasts, then held it up, moaning as the sensations were quite tingling and a bit overwhelming. "I changed my mind. And. Ohhhh... fuck." Jean looks at all the phalli, "Oh. Wow. Try the jumbo one. I don't even know if that can fit inside my mouth. let alone my pussy." She smiled and waited for him to get the huge dildo. True to his word, he fetched the massive device. "Can you. Help get this inside of me?" She moaned as the cups on her breasts continued buzzing. "I think you'll manage it quite well," said Tom. "Just lift yourself up for a moment." When she's standing again, still astride the machine he fitted the huge flexible cock in place and dribbled lubricant onto its head. He set the dial to slow and switched on. The dildo began going up and down slowly." Now just lower your pussy onto it. Slow as you like as far as you like," he told her and then stood to watch, with the controller in his hand. He had some idea of how horny she was now the patch had fed so much of itself into her bloodstream. He was disappointed it wasn't his cock she was about to settle onto. The tendons and muscles in her thighs showed plainly as she supported her body on her bent legs. She'd have to sink down soon and the slow pumping cock was ready for her. The cups on her breasts were pumping away at her steadily. The whole scene was making him so wickedly horny. Jean couldn't believe that all of this was going so far and so fast. Just a week ago any of her friends would've said she was a prude, but, here she was, straddling a monstrous fake coke, her pussy juicy and wet as she lined herself up, slowly sinking down onto the huge tool. "Ohhhhhh... fuck... FUCK... FUUUCCCKKK!" She saw stars as she felt like she was getting fucked by a watermelon. She glanced at her own nipples, which were still being sucked on by the cones, "Ohhh. Mhmm. Can I. I need a patch to. Eventually make my nipples larger. And, maybe be more sensitive. And always hard." She closed her eyes as she tweaked her own nipples. She groaned as the huge phallus was stretching her out from within. Furthermore, she literally saw stars with each thrust, she was moaning followed by groaning, "Ohh. I. I'm going to. Pass out!" she said as the huge tool filled her beyond capacity. She whimpered, "Ohhh. Turn if up more. Higher. Faster. Harder!" She literally was becoming absorbed by the experience and was not faking. She had started to enjoy the whole experience as the hormones soared through her young body, exciting and stimulating her. Tom stared, not quite believing that the huge dildo had really gone up inside her. But there she squatted on the Syrian with little sign of pain. A fake cock, longer than his and way fatter was buried inside this girl. She was begging him then to turn it up faster. She wanted more of it, not less." Don't worry, your nipples will get bigger as your breasts get bigger. Your breasts should be noticeably bigger already. And you're hornier than you ever were before. Things are coming along very nicely."***************************************That night Tom fell asleep wondering about Jean. He'd sent her home in a taxi after she'd passed out on the Syrian. She'd endured orgasm after orgasm from the phallus that was fucking her until she'd lost consciousness. Her nipples were swollen from the endless sucking of the other machine. She'd promised to be back at nine the following morning. She'd no doubt be hornier than a mink and with breasts appreciably larger. They could go shopping for underwear for her. She'd need fucking, that was for sure. Probably more than he could provide. Maybe he could persuade her to play with his secretary. Moira loved girls and girls loved Moira, that would be nice to watch. He slid into sleep. Jean didn't even remember the last few hours. It was all a sex induced blur. She woke up in her bedroom, her clothes half removed, her underwear much to tight for her curvy body. Her breasts had seemed to grow several cup sizes overnight. She sat up and felt a weird pressure on her chest. The bra she was wearing was digging into her skin, her former C cups were now somewhere closer to DD or, even larger. She didn't know what was after DD, she had never thought she'd have breasts that large. Her panties were also uncomfortable tight, she investigated why. She had grown an ass overnight! She patted her butt, she had suddenly developed a large ass overnight, she had to squeeze it to believe it, it was unreal. Furthermore, she looked like one of the Kardashian sister's, she thought absently, only with a better chest. Her nipples were hard and tingling, the cold air making her gasp. She took a shower, surveying her new body in the mirror. She couldn't believe what she looked like, she was just amazing. Furthermore, she couldn't believe she was so beautiful, her outsides were finally not only matching but exceeding her insides, she thought with a sly smile. She put on a tank top and shorts, she didn't have any bra or panties that fit anymore, so she went commando. Furthermore, she headed to work, wondering what was in store for today, since this wasn't like any job she had ever had before. Furthermore, she smiled and headed inside to meet Tom, wondering exactly what she had done with him and too him last night, and, what was next on their suddenly very serious agenda. He was delighted to see her arrive on time but much more delighted at the transformation that had happened overnight. Her breasts were superb, they more than filled the tank top. And her jutting nipples told him she no longer had a bra that fit her. Jean Summers had got her wish, she had her big tits. The little shorts were as inadequate as her bra. They looked tight, cruelly tight at her crotch. He hadn't seen her ass yet but no doubt it matched her bosom. He wondered if she was horny. The sight of her and her new figure was certainly getting him that way." You look marvelous Jean, but you seem to have outgrown your wardrobe a little. I think a shopping spree is called for. At the Foundation's expense of course; it was us that got you this way. Would you like me to come with you or maybe my secretary, Moira?" Tom was more interested in seeing the changes under the shorts and top, but he'd let Jean set the pace today. He remembered her sitting impaled on that huge dildo and wondered if she had recovered from that. His own cock couldn't compete in size with that monster but at that moment it was trying its humble best as he stared at the new Jean. He wondered what a patch applied to his cock would do. She smiled as she arrived, the tight clothes were driving her wild. She hoisted up her breasts as she saw Tom, "Oh, good morning Mr Sunshine!" she chirped, a wide grin on her pretty face. "Remember how we were talking yesterday. You said that. I could get another patch once the ones from yesterday were done. Can, I get another one for each boob. And, one for each butt?" She twirled around, showing off her shapely bottom. Apparently, big wasn't big enough. Jean giggled, "I'll. Let you put the patches on me." She was walking slow, slower than usual, she was already getting hot and bothered, "I don't need any more to make me hornier, that's for sure. I'm. I dreamed of an orgy last night. And, when I woke up, it felt like I had fucked a football team... not to mention, my boobs kept on growing since yesterday. They're. Good size. But, I want. You know, huge watermelon sized breasts." She grinned, "And, my butt to be. Larger than a Kardashian, Tom." She smiled, "And, I want to see if I can borrow one of those machines for my house." She grinned, "I could. Give you the remote control and you could. Fuck me over FaceTime or something." Jean grins, "And, sure I'd like to go shopping with Moira. Is, she is beautiful and have a curvy body?" She's blushing, "So, let's get started on the patches. Then, I'll go shopping with Moira. And, maybe you could help me bring one of the machines to my house. And, fuck me silly again." Tom had had about enough of Jean's demands." Ms. Summers, you're now an employee of the Tate Foundation. You're here as a guinea pig really. There'll be no more patches until I decide it's time. No machines going to your home. This morning we're going to test your libido, your horniness level. You'll be required to have four orgasms, all induced by me." He paused, admiring the bigger breasts, the wider hips. He was going to enjoy the next three or four hours. "Now you must choose how I am to bring you to orgasm. I have mouth, cock and hands. You have mouth, breasts, hands, ass and pussy. What combination do you choose for your first orgasm?" He slowly undressed. His erection stood proudly. A long, strong cock with a slight upward curve. His balls felt heavy. "Well Jean. How would you like to cum." Jean was shocked at Tom's attitude, completely bewildered. "You told me to embrace the changes Tom. I don't get it why you're so mad when I do that." She took a few steps back, confused at his anger, "You said that I'd be able to get more if I needed them. I. I don't get it." She frowned, "I. I'm going to go home. I'll make do with what I have. Furthermore, I thought Tate was the home for me, but, I was wrong. You. Were just using me. Watch the video you have of me. Because, that's the last time you're going to see me naked! I quit!" She stomped her foot down emphatically, twirled around, and stomped out of the building. She waited in her car, wondering if he would call or text her. Furthermore, she played with her own nipples, she couldn't believe how hard and large they had become. Furthermore, she cried in her car, wondering what was wrong with her. Furthermore, she knew the hormones were driving her mad with lust, she had hoped that Tom would be more reasonable. All she really wanted was to be fucked senselessly by him, but it had to be on her terms.

Jean Therapy (magikal and HarrytheCat)|rating:2.0

Devil May Cry RP

Name: Mileage: 24Gender:Female Race: Demon Bio: Miku has left the demon world and entered the human world, not to cause chaos, but to help the humans and protect them. She is very kind-hearted demon who has a love of hot fudge Sundays and cheese pizza. She tends to get into trouble with other demons who are being sent after her and punish her for not being more like them. Apperance: hey BRB playing some zombies give me like AAN hour IOR so OK hey I'm back Named ante Age 18 Bio: abandon as a child for being a film he has a don't care attitude."huh I Wonder were to go now he said wandering through the docks guns at his side sword on his back Miku walked along Punching on a slice f pizza."man I'll sit thins for the humans, they sure can cook", she said softly and paused looking out onto the water "walking Dante stopped in front of a house as the whales began to come up for air. Then all of a sudden demons from everywhere" alright" *cracks knuckles * "come and takes me he says pulling out his pistols and firing at the demons one by one Miku blinked sensing the other demons nearby."this cant be good", he said softly then went to check it out. But stopped seeing Dante as he faced the other demons."that guys must be ... Dante the'Devil Hunter' every one is talking about" "ha you think you can take me he said pulling out his sword and charging it before delivering a massive swing then jumping In the air to rain down bullets on the demons killing most of them he laughs as they fled* flicking his hair back he spun around and began to continue his walk along the docks Miku waited till he had started walking before coming out of hiding watching him."he, really is amazing", she said softly then hearing a splash looked to the water and smiled watching the whales jumping. Going to the docks she smiled happily watching them Dante walks off oblivious to the girl (is it he or she) (she .....) Miyu stretched then blinked hearing something."another demon...." Another demon walks up out of the water this one particularly big, and it looks around searching for the devil killer whom he was sent to destroy Miku around at the demon and stands in front of it."what are you doing here!" " Heh out of my way little one I'm looking for the one called Dante. I have no time for you so step aside" Miku frowned."I'm so sick of you other demons wanting to kill humans who chose to stick up to bullies like you|.she snapped and pulled out her own sword out ready to fight. "well, well ok then he reaches behind him and pulls out a large hammer and smiles Miku sighed softly and readied herself."bring it!" *he sweeps low with the hammer going to take your feet out from underneath you And from the corner yo use black dog looking demons rush down the dock after Dante Miku grinned leaping back dodging with ease and. Watching the dogs she growled but knew she had to deal with the big demon first he pulled up on the Handel with ease then went to smash down on the ground Miku waited then suddenly vanished before the hammer came down on her. She then appeared above the large demon."DRAGON HURRICANE!", she yelled as her sword glowed free when she swung a very large wind gust came that formed into a dragon that attacked him on the head his head role doff into the ocean, and he vanished just like that * in the distance * "you four legged basters come get some ": * more gun shots Miku sighed softly then ran off stopping when she saw Dante fighting the dogs. She grinned as one looked at her."some here puppy dog, come get the nice kitty cat" *Dante looked over "w...who the hell are you he said looking at you while snapping a dogs neck Miku looked to him."a friend!", she said killing one of the dogs" well ok" runs a tone of the dog punching it in the face (BRB getting my hair cut) ((okay))Miku also takes down a bunch of dogs hey I'm back) Dante is looking around they are surrounded all of a suddenly he jumps over and they both crash to the group Dante landing on top of her as a gain psych swishes over there heads *Dante looks down at her and smiles" my apologies made but I'm sure you didn want to be decapitated he quit=CKY rolled off and started shooting at the new demon Miku had blushed some and then got up to fighting again."it's okay thanks for saving me!" "Hey any time" he said quick spinning around to dispatch of a demon they had jumped at him then they all jumped on him at once pinning him under a mass of black demon dogs Miku glared some." Dante don't move!", she yelled and made Ger sword glow and swung it and a bigger gust of wind came."spirit dragon daggers!", she yelled as the wind became like blades and started killing the pile of demons on top of Dante as some of the demons were killed by her, he slowly got up, but he looked different he was in his demon state surrounded by a big blue menacing aura, and he radiated sheer demonic and angelic power. Miku blinked watching staying back feeling nervous Dante smiled a wicked smile and simply moved his arm the aura did the same taking out and turning the of the demons into dust when the rest ran off he fell to the ground the aura gone from around him, he feels asleep0 there on the doc Miku went over to Dante and careful turned him over. Takeing off her jacket she placed it under his head and smiled some.' He really is handsome'she thought to herself happily and sat there letting him rest while she kept a look-out. Hopeing that none of the demons that were after her came Several hours later he woke up and got up and looked around" hey this isn't my trailer where are my guns Miku shield and handed him his weapons." I kept them safe while you slept", she said softly." You blacked out...after our Bates with the other demons" "oh than she said making his weapons and getting up" hey ill buy us some pizza then you can come back to my place it's the least I can do for your help he said putting a hand through his silver hair Yuki jumped up."really thanks, i love pizza, and Sundays", she said cutely."and it was no trouble, i hate demons that like to cause harm...." "Cool well order from my house he gets up and walks along the dock back to his trailer Miku followed him closely. She smiled softly carrying her jacket."you get to look at the ocean, it must be nice" "ya the sun sets are amazing he said opening up the door to his trailer and cleaning up some he then walked over to the phone and order pizza the sat on the couch and motioned for her to sit down next to him" I don't bite that much" "I've herd otherwise", Miyu said jokingly and sat down beside him careful well I am only half panel he said with a smile and a slight wink then there was a ring at the door then he got up got the pizza and brought it back to the couch and handed the box over to you Miku giggled some and carefully took the box smelling happily.'smells great", she said softly "ya he said taking a slice and biting into it like he hadent eaten in days he wiped his mouth on a towel and turned the TV on while grabbing another slice so later when the sun set sim going to go out for a swim Miku passed from her eating and looked to him."can I come, I love swimming", she said happily (hey I'm going to go to bed continue this tomorrow ---------- Post added 12-03-2014 at 12:36 AM ---------- "ya sure you can come the more the Mayfair k I may NT be one tomorrow since I have to work midnight shift Nightly grinned."sweet", she said and went back to eating happily later THAT NIGHT WHEN THE SUN WAS SETTING DANTE PUT ON SOME SWIMMING TRUNKS Took off his shirt and headed to the water. Miku followed him smiling. "At least the weathers clear" "ya no demons ever bother me later on at night do you need to borrow a swimsuit" *wades into the water Miku smiled."that must be nice", she then blinked shaking her head."nah its okay, i have on under faith my clothes" "ok he then dove in the water and swam out a good twenty-five yards to a rock out cropping Miku watched him a moment then once in hers win suit smiled going into the water swimming around *Dante looked over and smiled at her Miku smiled as started to float on her back. Then blinked. She never did tell Dante her name. Though she worried if he would hate her because she was a demon. Though, she wasn't like other demons. She loved the human world and wanted to help protect it "so I was thinking therein an extra place in my trailer if you want you can stay as long as you like you just can't sleep on my bed for obvious reasons" he looked at the setting sun and dove into the water Miku blinked and watched him."really?", she asked softly "sure why not like I said if you don't have a place to go you can stay with me" Miku smiled." I'd like that,thank you, Dante" "any time" *he looked into her eyes and gave a charming friendly smile then dove under the water and gently pulled on her ankle Miku squeaked and laughed a little, and she dove under giving chance *as he swam away he looked back he winked and tugged on her ankle again then dove deeper into the ocean Miku held her breath as she swam after him *he swam lower and lower his silver hair practically glowing in the blue water finally he pulled her closer to him and pointed over to a pod of killer whales swimming in the distance 8 he then reached over and pocked her side the swam three feet to the left in a playful manner Miku watched and smiled then twitched but couldn't chance him, feeling the air needed in her lungs and swam up to the surface "he slowly swam up with her and popped his head up out of the water to take a deep breath Miku gases as well and smiled to him." I don't believe I've told you my name", she said softly "no you haven't, and how did you know me might I ask he said swimming around her his demonic arm moving almost mystic Miku looked to him."I'm Miku, and I know you became, you are well heard of in the demon world" he snapped a look over "so you're a demon but not like the others... ok let's get back to my place" he swims to shore for it was getting really dark Miku swam after him and nodded."yes, I love the human world and wish to protect it from the other demons ...so, the other demons kinda want to drag me back to the demon world so they can kill me as punishment for being a traitor" *he turned around and looked at you eyes glowing red *" well tell have to get through me first" then he put his shirt back on and held the door open for you when you walked inside he pulled out his couch bed and laid down just closing his eyes Miku blinked watching him a moment then smiled laying on the floor, feling more at home, she curled up falling asleep *later on in the night he woke up seeing her on the floor he got up stooped and picked her up and placed her under the covers then he slept over the covers on the other side of the bed giving her plenty of space if she needed to roll over or something Miku, in her sleep had rolled over and snuggled into Dante's back, smileing softly feeling his warmth he woke up and blinked remembering that he had a guest and figuring that that was the person snuggled against his back he pulled a different cover over himself so as not to move her blanket and disturb her sleep then closed his eyes again* The next day Miku woke with a small jolt feeling a demon *Dante was snoring away over her blanket and under his sleeping just like a baby. Oblivious to whatever was out there Miku careful got out of bed and went outside looking around *mumbles in my sleep about pizza a swim and this really cool girl named Miku in my dream it sounds to you like I am talking to family Miku smiled softly at Dante not wanting to disturb him, shutting the door she ran off to find the demon walking up the dock was a human looking creature with horns and a wicked looking cycle>" hey I know you I was sent here to find you, I knew you would search out the one called Dante> he smiled lowering the psych Miku frowned pulling out her sword getting ready for a fight."AMD I know many of the other demons have been after Dante, I won't allow you to harm him" "he him not after that filthy little worm my dear I was sent here to personally deliver you to Lucifer himself" he smiles growing to twenty times his origional7 foot height > then he takes THREE LUMBERING STEPS FORWARD AND THROW A NET Miku stared but sighed leaping backwards cutting the net."you'll have to do better than that Ugly!" "HA OK" HE REACHED OVER HER HAD AND PICKED UP THE TRAILER LAUNCHING IT INTO THE AIR meanwhile IIN the trailer "what the fuck" *Dante scrambled in midair put on his clothes and grabbed his weapons and jumped to the dock >>>>>>" alright what fucked asshole" *looked up* "oh" Miku was in shock then sighed in relief seeing Dante was okay. Then looked at the demon jumping up high and swung her now glowing sword at it, he lifted the psych and blocked flying back several feet only to bl;OCK another from Dante and get thrown back more" hey asshole I was asleep" Miku looked TP Dante."he's come for me", she said softly "oh okay well over my dead body" he looked at the demon and dodged a mighty swing of the psych Miku looked to Dante."just be careful", she called to and charged head on at the demon "ok" he said pulling out his guns shooting while calmly walking down the dock Just as she was about to reach the large demon, another demon came out of nowhere, tackeling Miku into the ocean "hey you prick" Dante threw his sword, and it hit the demon in the foot. He jumped In the Océane swam down to her and dragged her into an alcove and headed back to fight the demon. " Don't worry ill be back for you Miku ok" Miku cough some but nodded.'you better be" He goes back and is not sent for hours and when he comes back into the alcove he has deep gashes in his side and a scar over his eye he hobbled over and smiled at her "see told you I would be back he said sitting next to her > Miku sat up." Dante why didn't you let me help?now look, your hurt", she said sadly. "Heh you didn't need to be hurt he said breathing heavy and beginning to rest his eyes Miku frowned then smiled."then let me heal you, its one of my powers", she said happily and holding out her hands to him golden glow came from them and flowed intimates wound healing them slowly "he thanks, so my trailer is gone, but I have more of those he said he then picked her up carried her through the water to shore put her down and started to walk to his other house Miku blushed. And followed He looked back and open the door to his other trailer it was a lot neater than his other one, and he walked in and set up on the couch flipped the TV on" so umm where do we go now" he looked up and smiled like this happened all the time Miku blinked but smiled."no idea....." "Ok well there is no food so ill go to the store and buy that then well come back here unfortunately I only have one bed so you can get that ill sleep on the floor as he is speaking he is setting up a mates of blankets on the floor (hey I'm gonna head off to bed continue this tomorrow Miku blushed."or we could do the same as last night" "ok that's cool if that's what you want' HE LOOKED UP AND STARTED TO MAKE THE BED AND ORDER SOME FOOD FROM A RESTRAINT DOWN THE STREET Miku shield softy at him." so what other things are there to do here in the human world?" well there is games and parks and just people walking hand in hand, but that's only when you really love someone ---------- Post added 12-05-2014 at 08:53 PM ---------- "ya I see people walking down the dock hand in hand all the time the human world is a really amusing place Miku blinked."oh", she said softly."I've seen a few humans doing that" "ya I find it odd, but there are some game rooms here and restates and some nice places on the BEAC..... why do you ask" Miku smiled."just curious, this is my first time here" "right so what do you want to do" cause I'm done staying in here for now" "what about the food?won't it be here soon?", Miyu asked softly "I can call and tell them ill pick it up" he said giving her an innocent smile before picking her up off the couch and carrying her outside on the porch he stood there holding her in his arms* Miku stayed still." I ...can walk you know?" "Ya ops sorry h e put you down and walked down the steps to the shore and laid there letting the water wash over his feet and body. Miku had followed, watching him but smiled watching the ocean he closed his eyes and began to relax when all of a sudden Na car pulled into the driveway of the trailer Miku blinked looking to the car ASA women at out holding a box of expensive looking food Dante got UO paid the lady then ushered her inside and set the food on the table. ---------- Post added 12-05-2014 at 10:05 PM ---------- *he hands her some of the exotic food and beckons her to eat before he eats his own food then in the distance there is howling Miku smiled as she loved it over and stared to eat."this is great" "ya I head something out the might just be clothes, but you never know there are some things out here even I don't fight he walked over to the door and pulled down a bar that he had modified to keep the door closed he then went back to the table Miku nodded."nice" "no they are really evil so it's time to turn the lights off if it is what I think it is they are attracted to light so its nighttime he said getting under the covers after switching the lights off it was still light enough to see. He scorched over so that she could go to sleep as well Miku blinked but nodded and stretching she crawled onto the bed and yawned curling up *they could see and hear red lights clawing at the window and door all threw the night Dante just slept through it Miku stared at the door feeling to scared to sleep Dante rolled over and moved her closer to him" it's ok they won't come in here your safe with me ": then he closed hie eyes but kept his subconscious awake to listen to her or the beasts outside Miku blushed some but staying close to him, she felt safe, then slowly fell asleep Dante went into a light sleep for the night Miku woke the next morning and sighed softly "WHAT'S UP MIYU smiled to him."nothing", she then sat up smiling more."thank you for last night, I feel safe near you" "its cool I told you that you could stay Miku nodded."and I thank you for that" "you don't have too" if you don't mind me asking how long do you plan on staying at my house" Miku blinked. She didn't want to over stay her welcome." Not long.", she said softly standing up." I plan to get going as soon as I can" he looked over at her with eyes that shone like the sun "you know... you... don't............. have to go" Miku looked to him trying not to blush."it's okay, I don't want to cause you too much trouble" :please you trouble. No way" he and you're the least trouble here but if you don't want to I'm not going to force you Miku looked to him for a moment and thought."well, I do like it here" "he looked around the room obviously hiding something that he didn't want her to know (he was starting to like her) Miku smiled softly then bashed as her stomach growl witch made her laugh a little "so all make breakfast, and you decide weather or not you want to stay" he went into the kitchen and started to make a breakfast for them both. Miku watched him and smiled softly. She would stay. She liked it here...and when she was around Dante, she felt safe He walked in with two plate of food then sat them down on the table Miku smiled brightly."thanks this looks great!", she said happily." And...I've decided to stay" "cool he said. I was hoping you would say that then he ran into the closet in his trailer and rummaged for what seemed like minutes* Miku blinked hearing him rummage but said nothing *several minutes later he pulled out a little box and open if it was a beautiful necklace with a crystal on it. He UN clasped it and put it around her neck then smiled" it looks nice on you" Miku blushed deeply looking ta the crystal then to Dante."which did you give this to me...you didn't have to", she said blushing" he I sure as hell don't wear it and my mother wouldn't want it to get dusty so who better to give it to" he said smiling then he walked over to the door un barred it and demons burst threw and jumped on Dante Miku smiled then blinked jumping up." Dante!" "Mhhhm" you could barely understand him from under the dogs then a hand reached in and picked him up" ha I knew you would lead me right to him your curiosity always ended up getting people in trouble isn't that right Miku the figure said laughing with an evil twisted smile on his face. All of a sudden he squeezed his hand closed and Dante screamed as his ribs were being crushed one by one Miku ran at the demon pulling out her sword."let him go!", she yelled angrily "ha ha don't you recognize me my little Miku, I don't think ill be doing that any time soon he gave Dante another tight squeeze then as Dante went limp in his hand he tossed him in the air off to the side and brought out a broad sword cover in a black mist "which should I recognize you?", she yelled angry and watched as Dante's limp body hit the ground and felt tears inner eye but focused back on the demon watching the black mist on the sword."what is that?", she asked softly getting ab bad feeling, as she watched the mist she felt strange, like she could just fall asleep for little while" I am the one who created all demon life in that pathetic under world and now that that abomination is out of the way ill deal with you personally he swung the sword low and fast the quickly arched it at an upward angle anticipating a jump Miku waited then jumped but was shocked at how fast he was and that he had anticipated her move, she yelled in pain as the sword sliced her side then hissed a bit smelling something odd in the dark mist she landed on her feet, pushing threw the pain she focused n the Dean, trying to stay standing. The Black mist, what was it doing to her?" Tell me then or great creator....what is that dark mist", she muttered feeling a little abbey, but still charged at him, wainting to protect Dante "it is a type of poison that works extremely well on demons" he swung the blade behind him and swung it down at Dante aiming it so that if it would hit it would instantly decapitate him. Miku in a flag was over Dante's unconscious form and smiled some, then yelled out in pain again as the sword came down onto her back, she couched, up some blood and slowly looked to the demon, things were getting really bury now, but she was not a quite. She smiled some at the demon."nice ... try", she muttered. She could feel her full out demon side wanting to get out, but kept it dormant. "I won't ...low you to hurt him".he grinned softly to the demon" what are you going to do" he lifted the sword up again and brought it flat side down on top of them Miku frowned and turned quickly holding her hands out in front of her and twitched in pain she was able to stop the sword."I'm...going t stop you...no madder what happens to me", she said softly, knowing she was losing lots of blood b now, but had to push threw it. Her eyes then glowed as a blue lightning came from her hands and traveled up the sword and began to shock the demon "WWW' the demon screamed in agony and dropped the sword then began punching the ground where she was at Miku glared and was able to block his shot, even though he was 10 times bigger than her. It was an advantage she had to being one of the strongest demons around, then next time he pushed, she using her electricity and shocked him again *he lunged back in surprise" well, well still have some fight in us do we" he sunk himself down to her size and moved with lightning speed grabbing hold of Dante's neck *" now come along quietly and I won't break his neck" Miku growled but sighed."v-very well", she said softly, feeling herself fading faster and fast."can I say goodbye to him first?", she asked softly. Even though he was uncocnhous, she would feel better saying goodbye "their is a god girl he picked him up and carried him closer to her for her to say goodbye" then in an UN audible whisper Dante slowly open his eyes a little" don't do it.... Miku.... you can't" then the demon smacked him in the head again Miku smiled some, holding back any tears she felt. Knowing that she wouldn't see him again. The poison was starting to take effect, so she had to make it fast." It's okay Dante........thank you, foryour kindness, stay like that, the humans need someone like you", she said kissing his cheek and moved away from him quickly she everything began to disappear, and the poison taking over her eyes dulled and she collapsed to the ground unmoving "Dante crawled over to her the demon continually beating him He staggered to his feet and shuffled over" no .... no don't you can't go I need someone here to share my life with contrary to belief I really enjoy company" he picks her up and carriers her off to the side then collapses next to her Miku hung loose in his arms un moving One of the demons servants appeared next RO the other demon and watched the Dante and the Barely alive Miku."so boss, what do we do about them the girl all die if not treated soon, as for Dante ...we could give him to Kimono, he does enjoy a new toy to play with in the arena", he looked to Miku again."though, she may simply slip into a coma....it could go both ways" Dante turned around" tell that little shithead to shut up before I sew his mouth shut with metal wire he glared at them both then walked over her over out of harms way and tucked placed a protective blue auto around her hopefully it would heal her and if she did wake up the couldn't break out of it he didn't want her getting in the way of what he was going to do he might die. " So who is first he smiled wickedly a blue aura around him not only getting bigger, but it seemed to be changing him into a demon his silver hair grew longer he grew black wings and his teeth came to a point some then jutting out of his mouth his fingers grew slightly longer and pointed, and he radiated power. The other demon blinked but laughed."he's all yours boss", he said and vanished quickly watching as Miku laid there, then returned t the demon world" I hope you know ill hunt her down no matter were you put her" he lunged at the other demon and the aura swiped an arm at the other demon The other demon jumped back nervously, looking to Miku and laughed." No need boy...her hearts stopped ... guess see got what was coming to her.....", he said looking to Miku who wasn't even moving anymore, her breathing had stopped, though her wounds had healed "well then I guess ill hunt you down until I kill" you said lunging again with more ferocity he was changing even more his wings grew bigger, and he grew a tail with little spins on it. * he slowly marched up to him trying to keep his cool but you could see in his eyes he was losing control he had given in to the demon in him so much he had only a little bit of refilled left to listen to. (sorry I like to add my own little twists) ((lo it's all good! I do too))As the other demon and Dante fought, the necklace the had given Miku glowed, and a strange aura flowed into Miku. She suddenly gasped and turned onto her side coughing, sighing softly she slowly came around lining. She was alive again? Looking up she froze seeing Dante and felt sad for him. She stood careful as the barrier vanished." Dante...", she said softly. Looking around, Miyu leapt up into a building she would be at his eye level." Dante! Dante it's me Miku! Snap out of it!", she yelled ignoring the other demon who was in shock *Dante Noe as big as the other demon his aura made him look even bigger was swinging wildly at tee belonging with the ferocity that nothing has ever seen in the underworld he picked up the demons sword and tossed it sailing over the dock and into the ocean. Then turned his eyes glowing red" now then how are you in hand-to-hand combat" he swept a massive clawed hand at the demons face Miku frowned when he didn't answer and frowned." Dante", she said softly then looked around started to climb up higher to try and get closer to him." Dante!", she yelled out to him, sounding lie she was pleading with him The other demon stepped back barely missing the attack, then loved over spotting Miku and then attacked the water tower that she was on. And laughed as it started facing over. Miyu yelled out and held on tight."DANTE HELP!!" *Dante looked down and caught her he then reached over and grabbed the other demon lifting him over his head his eyes were changing from a pink to a very dark red the spines were growing bigger he was relying on the strength of his demon to help him kill this monster he hoisted the demon and tossed him over head into the collapsing tower May sighed softly as Dante caught her, glad part of him was still in there, she held on tight as the two demons fell into the tower and screeched in pain. When the dust cleared both demons were dead." Good", she said softly *Dante looked down in his, and you could tell by the look on his face his control was slowly fading as his eyes grew darker and his tail grew longer. All of a sudden he winced and gave a mighty oar that shook the mountains and set her down and started to walk off he had barley any control left in his body NICU frowned giving chase knowing what he was going through." Dante stop, its okay don't be afraid of it!", she yelled up to him, finding it hard to keep up with him since it took her 20 steps to keep up with his one." You can control it just focus on something you care about!...please don't leave me alone! I ....", she felt a blush on her face."I'm scared if you're not there with me!!" he turned around at took a lumbering step and came to sit down in front of her the closed his eyes and began to shrink then his tail disappeared, and the aura vanished when he open his eyes he was normal-sized, but his eyes stayed that dark red color> he looked over and smiled at her the fell backwards and passed out from the fight and effort to control his demon Miku sighed in relief and went over to him." I knew you could do it", she whispered softly and rested his head on her lap staying where they were, and since no one was a round she gently kissed his forehead before and watched as the skies darkened, and it began to rain. Using her powers she made a barrier to keep them dry then eventually she dozed off sitting up *Dante awoke sometime later with a major head AKE, and he looked up to see Miku "hey how long was I out he said looking at her with red eyes Miku blinked but smiled some."a few hours, you were completely exhausted "well I like to say you look very ravishing from this angle he said laughingly Miku blushed deeply and jumped up, completley forgetting that Dante's head was resting on her lap."n-not funny!", she said and started walking her face feeling bright red and warm "hey I was only messing with you come back, but you do look nice lets finish eating Miku stopped and once she felt her blush going away she slowly came back to him."so do you remember anything?", she asked softly."about what happened" "well I remember getting mad and you dead hen black and I hard yelling and them I woke up resting on your lap Miku smiled softly."its good you can't remember", she said softly."take it from someone who knows", she said softly as they walked back to the tailed "well then lets eat" he divided out the food and kissed her on the cheek oh and I also remember that" he says laughing Miku who Wei about to AKE a bite of food blushed again and gave a huff."of course you would", she said softly."I'm sorry I ...put you in danger like that Dante.....maybe it is best if I just return to the demon world and face my punishment" "no I wouldst have you anywhere ELS" he then does the boldest thing yet and walks up and kisses her" besides I've kinda grown attached to you being here" Miku blushed more when Dante came up and kissed she smiled softly looking him in the eyes.'r-really?" "Yah really I wouldn't have you anywhere but here "he said sitting down next to her Miku blushed softly."even if that puts you in a lot of danger?", she asked softly "I don't care about danger he said moving around to lay down on the couch Miku smiled some."you should get some more rest", she said getting and looked at her clothes."and I'm going to go buy some new clothes", she said looking to the two giant slashed on them. One on her back from when she protected Dante, the other on he ride from when she was fighting the demon "rest is for the weak he says then he plus the covers over himself and closes his eyes willingly listening to her for he didn't want her to be upset at him, he slept facing the dealing Miku grinned."ah, but the strong become weak if they do not rest", she added as he fell asleep. She smiled and decided to keep an eye on him while he slept. And then would drag him with her when she went to get more clothes He snored gently in the trailer and started to talk in his sleep Miku had been quietly cleaning the trailer stopped hearing Dante talking in his sleep "all the time it was you I wouldst believe it why" he said eyes closed then he turned around and went to sleep "what does that mean?", she asked softly to herself. Then shrugged and stepped outside for some air and sat down. She was still debating on weather or not she should leave, it is safer for Dante, but then, if she left she would be lying to Dante. She looked up feeling something, and blinked spotting someone who looked a lot like Dante watching her and the trailer. She blinked again and was surprised seeing that he had vanished."okay I'm losing it", she said rubbing her head and stretched enjoying the sun. "He woke up several hours later and looked around*" Miku hey are you there, Miku" Miku blinked and came back inside."hey look who's up form his nap", she said grinning "hey I needed a nap" he said smiling up at her then rolled out of bed" sorry" Miku smiled."it's all good...so what did you dream about?" "My brother Virgil it was weird I never dream really at least when I do its only me did you go get your clothes yet" he got up put shoes and clothes on and walked up to her and gave her a hug Miku blushed and stayed close to him."uh, no not yet I was going to wait for you", she said softly." Your brother?", she asked softly."does he look like you?", she asked calmly "ya he kindly does he is an okay guy, but we don't really see eye to eye anymore, well I'm ready let's go get those close Miku nodded and then as they headed outside bit her lip." I think, he was here", she said softly "hmm I wouldn't doubt it stops by occasionally there is nothing to be nervous about so stop biting your lip" he walked over to the side of the dock and momentarily looked over then back at you and smiled a slight blush on his face Miku was released and nodded." Alright", sh said softly and smiled at him when she saw his blush, then walked along to the nearest shops and started to look around, ignoring people stares at her blood stained clothes. " Hmh how about this he held up a bright purple shirt with a skull in it and a matching pair AF shorts the said I'm killer on the legs Miku blinked and grinned." I like it", she said gently taking it from him and ran to try it on He waited outside the stall for her to finish changing after a while he sighed and sat on the couch there mumbling to himself... and now I remember why I didn't go shopping with my mom" Miku had grabbed a leather Jake ton the WY in and came out fully changed." Well what do you think?" "You look"he looked up" ........he...MMM ...hmm...ya" he said smiling speechless at her beauty then he got up and said ok let's find some more clothes for you go find yourself something and try it on IL be right here" Miku grinned at his speechlessness and nodded going off she shopped around, buying enough clothes to last awhile. She came back wearing the clothes that Dante had picked out. She came back with the bags and grinned."all done, lets get home, and I'll make dinner"she said happily "okay then let's go, but first I did a little hoping of my own he said and pulled out a finely crafted psych" it was made by the best blacksmith here and infused with good magic here It's for you, he said handing her the weapon and case.* he then put on a gauntlet over his hands and smiled" now we both have weapons Miku blushed softly and gently took the case."wow,thank you, Dante", she said happily and started to head home. As she walked along she sighed some, feeling a bit dizzy. Furthermore, she frowned some, the poison was still in her. But not wanting to worry Dante she said nothing."so any request for dinner?" "Not really" he said moving along he wanted to get home as fast as possible" so how did you like the events of the day and what was your favorite part Miku he said looking around at the street and ocean with longing to be out on the waves Miku grinned."hearing you talk in your sleep", she SAI watching him."while I cook why don't you go for a ski?", she asked softly as they reached the trailer" ok sure he said taking his shirt off and going outside to swim in the water he was having a blast the dolphins even came up to play and splash with Dante. As he was swimming he was wondering what would she be preparing for dinner Miku watched him go laughing a little then getting inside went to work on cooking dinner. Though she was starting to feel more and more sick."fudge", she said softly but shook it off again and set the table."now all we need is Dante", she said nodding to herself then sighed softly then felt dizzy. The next thing she knew she was on the floor fats asleep Dante having enough of swimming went inside and saw her lying on the ground" hey.... Miku wake up... Miku wake up" Miku groaned softly as little beads of sweat dripped down her face he picked her up and carried her to the nearest hospital" hey I need help... she needs to help someone . Anyone in here gonna fucked help me gambit" Of the doctors blinked coming over and looked to Dante."follow me", he said leading him to a room" he carried her over to the room Dante WS getting worried and afraid of losing his ONR true friend. He didn't trust anyone right now so he carried her to the room and set her down on the bed he had his sword drawn and his guns at his side The doctor blinked looking to Dante then started to look over Miku. Takeing a blood sample he started to check it over. He owned."posing", he said softly and looked to Miku then to Dante. He knew who they were. He two was a demon, who many years ago left the demon world, choseing to live in peace. Closeing the door he looked to Dante."were you guys in folded in any fights lately?"((BRB in about 30 min)) (ok) " yes we were can you help her and what do I need to do I don't care what it is ill get it done I just need her alive sir" he looked at the doctor then at Miku with such care then back at the doctor his face hardened from years of pain and suffering. " I can't lose another sir ill defend her with my life if need be>" ((back))The doctor smiled softly." I can save .no worries there", he said going into a locked Hubbard pulling out a small vial that had a light purple liquid in it."and what I need you to do is calm down ", he said going over to Miku and careful gave her the anti venom."there", he said softly and turned to Dante." Keep an eye on here for the first 24 hours, she might sleep for most of it, if not make sure she rests and keep he cool until the fever breaks", he added sitting down."the demon who attacked her has a sword with a deadly poison for demons....I'm surprised she wasn't killed instantly with the among of poison I saw in her blood, she must have been hit more than once", he said standing again. "Well the blade is gone" and thank you he brought her back to the house and tucked her in hoping she would sleep like the doctor said. But here is to hoping she probably wouldn't Miku slept for a long time, at least12 hours. She woke up to the sound of the creatures howling in the distance."hm?", she blinked a few times as she woke up and looked around." Dante?", she called out softy "hey I'm right here he said climbing across the sofa to sit next to her. "What do you need" Miku smiled softly and snuggled into him."I'm just glad your here", she said softly."did you eat?" "No I was waiting for you, he said smiling and pulling out two plates" hm also why so cuddly all of a sudden Miku blinked and quickly pulled away."no idea", she said smiling at the food."you don't have to" ITA cool I'm fine with it, I don't mind the cuddly less its cute" he looks over and smiles then brings her closer to him again then begins stroking his fingers threw here hair to put her to sleep again Miku blushed some and stayed close. She felt herself falling asleep again, though she didn't want to. She closed her eyes and dozed off again just then Virgil entered the housed ante quieted him with a quick hush and Virgil walked out again then all was silent for the rest of the night Miku woke the next day with a yawn. She sat up rubbing her eyes and stretched."that was a nice sleep", she said happily. Not to mention she felt much better! She smiled softly seeing Dante fast asleep and quietly stood and started making breakfast *Dante continued to sleep on oblivious to all the noise around him Once Miku was done she went over to Dante and gently shook him." Hey Dante, wake up, foods ready" (this was non romance right I forgot my bad if I broke any rules) ---------- Post added 12-07-2014 at 04:15 PM ---------- "hmm ok food got it then rolled over and went back to sleep ((lol it's okay it can turn into a romance XD but still be the awesomeness that is DMC))Miku blinked but smiled leaving him be, and put the food aside, not wanting to eat without him. She looked out onto the beach and smiled putting on the swimsuit she had bought yesterday and then went off. For the time being things seemed quite at the moment. So she jumped into the water swimming around, letting her mind wander, not paying attention to anything Arvind her. She still wore the necklace that Dante had given her He was sleeping like a baby when all of a sudden he jumped up and screamed looking around it had been AA nightmare only a nightmare then he went back to sleep (hey I'm going to eat dinner BRB) ((lol I just finished dinner))Miku blinked and swam back to shore having heard the scream, she ran back up to the trailer and opened it looking around and sighed catching her breath seeing everything was okay. She smiled at Dante.'was he up all night?;, she thought softly then went back outside closing the door. "Back to the beach", she said happily (I'm back) Dante woke up later than looked around the house not seeing Miku he went outside and down to the shore watching the shore line> ((welcome backs!)) Miyu popped up from the water sighing happily then blinked seeing Dante. She swam over to shore getting out." Hey there did you sleep well?" "Heh I slept like someone beat me over the head like a rock Miku smiled.'good", she said softly."you needed the rest", she said softly. "Ya I guess I think the DAC said you needed the sleep though" *smiling * and laying down in the sand* Miku blinked." Doctor?what doctor?", Miyu said sitting beside him. The last thing she remembered was hitting the floor. "Oh that's right I took you to the hospital he fixed you up" I owe him a lot if not for him, I wouldn't have you here miyu blushed some but laughed a little looking away. "wouldn't that be easier on you though?one less person to cause trouble for you?", she asked softly watching the water "ha you trouble no way" Miku smiled some then looked to him."so you are hungry, I have that breakfast I made earlier, but you were so tied you couldn't get up to eat any of it" "actually now I am quite hungry he got up and helped you up off the sand and went inside Miku smiled as she heated up the food."so were you up all night?", she asked softly looking to him nope just had a dream I can't remember what it was though. It was odd he said and pull the chai closer to the table Miku smiled some."well you did wake up screaming I heard you from the beach, when I came to check you were fast asleep again", she said as she ate "he ya I guess it's ok though how long were you swimming Miku smiled."most of the time you were asleep", she said happily. As they ate together, there were a ew demon watching the trailer. "So board Virgil confirmed it, that the girl he needs is staying with Dante?".one asked The other nodded."yes, and he ordered us to bring the girl to him, and we can keep Dante away or bring him...." "Dante looked over. At her and smiled thence spoke" hey can I ask you something" Miku nodded."sure go ahead", she said happily "so I was wondering I have developed some kind of feelings towards you" he said looking away slightly of to the side and stuttering for he never really liked anyone before so he never was in these situations Miku blinked but blushed some."y-you have?", she asked softly."what kind of feelings?" like I can't explain it when your not around its like I can't breathe, and I feel like something is missing from my life" Miku blinked and blushed more and smiled." I know what you end, im starting to feel the same way about you", she said then blinked hearing a knock on the door "ill get it he said and walked over to the door guns out and sword ready he slowly cracked it open who is it> When he opened the door two men stood there."hello there were a little lost and were hoping you could help us"Miku stood and had her hand on her myth that sh HD gotten from Dante, ready for a fight" what do you need I don't know you so stay out there and speak I don't want to hurt you" The men nodded."our friends told us when we came into the city, to go to Yamato's Pizza....where is that?", the one man asked" he Yamato's pizza there is no such thing in these parts try in the next town over I heard they had one of those he said putting a hand to his pistol and nodding to the east side of his trailer. The men blinked and sighed. Then began to argue with one another as they walked office blinked a few times."well that was interesting", she said then blinked as the trailer was suddenly tossed into the ARI and into the water as the trailer was thrown around he landed on top of Miku as the trailer was sinking. Then he took her hand and swam up onto the shore with her in toe, but he saw something black in the water he swam down and grabbed that poisonous blade he threw earlier and hefted it putting his old sword to the side* Miku sighed softly when they had reached the shore then watched Dante go back into the water. The looked behind her spotted to demons that were the same size as her and Dante. She stood ready to fight The one demon smiled."aw no wonder Virgil wants her she's so cute"The other demon smacked his friend in the back of his head."idiot, he doesn't want her because of her looks, its her powers THT he needs to open the gate..." Dante swims back up on sure already radiating demonic energy" you basted that was my last house" he picked up the sword and all the rage hit, and he rushed at them swinging the poisonous blade in an arc * The demons grinned and vanished just as Dante reached them. All you could here was their laughing frowned and looked around ready for an attack, then blinked as a pinkish fog appeared from no whereas she breathed it in she coughed. She knew this spell, it was a sleep spell, and a powerful one t that." Dan.the", she muttered and tried to reach him but he vanished in the fog. She sighed soft as she fainted falling into a deep sleep, as she fainted one OS the demons cough her and tossed her over his shoulder. While the other demon appeared behind Dante and used his nail and poked Dante in the neck with a powerful sleep agent, that would ACK like a poison if he tried to fight it off, that doubled with the fog, he hopped Date would be asleep in no time, Hey what when Dante felt him poke him threw the mist he reached behind him and managed to gap him feeling the poison part of the sleep poison when he moved he figured he had at least three more movement before he passed out so in one solid move he snapped the demons arm then collapsed in a heap of body mass and nightmares The demon cursed then watched Dante fall, snapping he made the fog clear up. Then opened a door to the demon world and then a allowed a larger demon come the and take Dante away while he and he and his friend delivered Miku to Virgil The larger demon took Dante away to the 'Arena' and sealed him away for the time being, locking him in a crystal like case to try and keep him asleep. Now all they had to do was see if Miku HD the power to save Dante, if so then she was the demon that they needed to open the gate several minutes later Dante woke up saw he was in a crystal then the magic of it put him back to sleep. ((do you want TP play Virgil or me? )3The demons lie Miku down on a flat slab." Boss, we brought the girl, do you wish for us to awaken her?" (ill play Virgil you play you) I don't RP girls very well) "yes my pets wake her up but do so Nicky after all she is our guest" The demon nodded, waveing his hand-over Miku, she glowed for a moment the sighed. Niyus eyes slowly opened then blinking she sat up quickly." Dante!", she yelled out then jumped yo and moved away form Virgil, but the two other demons grabbed her so she wouldn't run away." W-wheres Dante?!", she yelled angrily "oh you mean my brother he IIS were we demons like to call the arena and you're going to find him for me, I need him to do me a little favor and if you want find him ill kill a bunch of innocent people and there families> so it would be best if you comply with my wishes and don't worry he is safe I wouldn't ever hurt my little brother>" Miku growled but sighed nodding."very well, how do I get to him" well my dear go down to the underworld and go to the arena ill be there to guide you along the way .... don't keep me waiting Miku frowned but nodded."fine", she said and ran off heading to the underworld quickly.' Hang On Dante I'm coming for you, I won't let you down!', she thought determinedly and stopped when she reached the Arena and stared up at it. She knew this place. When she was younger, she had been trapped here, and was able to escape. She was the only one known to have escaped the Arena alive. Now she had to go in, and save some she.... Takeing a deep breath she ran inside ad stared to make her way down the hallspauseing at a door hiking a moment."the doors in the crystal room", she said calmly.That's where Dante had to be ...It's where they kept many strong demons, trapped in a crystal coffee like thing, coursed to sleep and dream....some would die...some would sleep forever. Kicking open the door she watched as the Arena's magic took effect and made the course she had to get through to get to Dante."here we go", she said and stared running along the crystal hall Dante fought the urge to fall into the deepest sleep ever somehow he knew if he did he wouldn't wake up, but also there was another trail going on in him for the demon new it was in danger and raced to surface and destroy the threat that upsetting it but this accursed form was too strong for now but as time passed he felt Dante get weaker the demon smiled in earnest and waited>... Vergil was at the end of the hallway and laughed come on save your precious Dante before its to late Miku picked up the pace. She knew this hall like the back of her hands, and knew what demon awaited her in the room. Miyu was able to avoid the traps easily even kill the odd demon that tried to kill her. She ran past Virgil and opened the doors to the crystal room and looked around not seeing the demon then blinked as she spotted Dante's coffin like thing and ran to it and banged on the crystal." Dante!", she said feeling panicked and could feel him slipping into the deep sleep."hang in there!I know you can hear be so you hang in there!"she ordered. Then thought a moment. She closed her eyes and focused most of her energy and all her power into her right fist, then pulling back she punched the crystal and made it Shatter. She smiled so felt and then checked Dante's heart beat first."he's slipping away", she said panicked knowing that the demon side of him would use Dante if he fell into the dark deep sleep. She then took Dante's hand and placed it over her heart, and leaned down to his ear."you can feel my Heart beat Dante, I know you can, so fight off that demon side of you and come back, i need your help", she said softly."if I lose you, my heart will stop", she added hoping that got trough to him then with a blush, kissed his lips lovingly passing some energy into him so he could start to fight his way back. Then letting him rest she pulled away, to tied to fight anymore. But then looked up to the large doors and stood up going over to them. These doors, she knew them. Suddenly she was in a trance and going to the doors she touched them, as they glowed, they opened up to evil a daemon who's body was made out of human and demon skeletons she stared at it."that's right I ...am this demons' life....and power source", she muttered stuck in a spell. The chest of the demon opened up and a bunch of skeletons came out and snatched up Miku who was unable to fight back, and pulled her into the demon, and began to wrap around her like vines, a hand of a skeleton then became like a ghost and its hand grabbed onto Minus heart causing her to yell in pain." D-Dante", she muttered looking over to his sleeping form and smiled sadly>I ...love you", she was able to say before the demons chest closed up then shocked Miku into enormousness, the demon then woke up, its eyes red, it was a rather large demon, that award over everything it stepped out, barely missing Dante, it reached down to kill Dante but was stopped by the protective spell Miku placed on him when she kissed him then seeing Virgil roared loudly, then spoke in a deep voice that shook the room." Are you the one who has awoken me? ":yes I have he said as he stepped into the room" at that Dante started to stir fighting inside and out the demon in him sending his renewed strength fought harder than all of a sudden it broke free, and he began to change under the demon a tail grew, and he grew several times his original size his skin turned black and spines grew from his back then he sunk and turned back to normal the fight over he had won and stayed himself for the time being" Miku where are you" The Demon turned when Dante had started to become the full demon, and got ready to fight, but knew that he would be unable to harm Dante thanks to Minus protective spell. But when he returned to normal he only laughs, witch made the room chase."she's gone boy", he then turned to Virgil almost ready to kill him."so why did you summon me son of Sparta?", he growled lowly once again making the room shake "to get you to kill this here world" Dante got back up and ran at the larger demon slashing him with the blade give her back he fell to his knees IL ... ill do anything just please The demon didn't even flinch when Dante attacked him, ignoring him. He laughed more darkly and grabbed Virgil and gave a small squeeze."why would I help the one of the sons of Sparta, the demon responsible for sealing me away in that chamber?! The one who took the girl who was my power horse ...my life horse?", he then threw Virgil to the side and opened a door to the human world. Then looked at Dante."and there is nothing you can do young Dante....your father took Miku from me when she was younger, when she was born, her parents gave her to me, to use for my powers and life....", he then grew wings."now I can finally do what I had planned to do all those years ago", he then flew up into the portal "I'm sorry Miku, but I must, and then he started to grow until he was 20 times his size and a full spiked tail and black leathery wings) he flew threw the portal) " hey basted one of a mothers fish demon what the hell do you think your doing" The demon, looked back to him. Growing his claws and turned to him."destroying the human a world, whast it to you?" " Well you see I got a problem at that he said his claws growing as well his voice a lot deeper and more intimidating" because I live there and I won't let you >>> then I'm going to rip your chest apart and get Miku back" The demon laughed." Good luck with that", he growled lowly and holding out his hand a blue lightning came out. He was tapping into Minus powers. It felt good to be back. "Ha he said feeling all the power a black mist forms around his hand then he opens it to review a black mist took the form of a slightly smaller demon the jumped from the hand to the ground" I have magic to punk" "well then ", the demon then tried to attack him again and blinked when his body froze."damn that girl!", he growled and moved away from Dante."that little witch must care for you.....she placed a protective spell on you...", he gripped his fist."I can't attack you", he growled lowly "well then that's all the easier for me, he said" and lunged at the demon clawing his face and hitting him in the eye" The demon snarled as his eye was ripped open, but he laughed, and his eye glowed as he used Minus healing powers to fix hi eye and looked to him." You are never going to get her back, she beings to me boy!" "Hey you keep talking like that and ill have to kill you * realizing that this method wasn't working he tried something else and the room filled with a bright light as he turned into his angel form white feathery wings and a halo covered his head Shi sword was replaced with a bright gold glowing whip" nice he said looking over his new form and smiling" The demon growled getting blinded by the light stepped back trying to hide "ha Noe that's more like it, he said and yelled" so what now punk going to get me now huh" The demon growled then started laughing darkly." This bodies no good to height you, but that doesn't mean I can do what i wanted"his eyes glowed as he began to build up and pull out as much power from Miku as he could, then sent a dark blast upward, it missed Dante but went through the total unleashing a horde of dark demons, as the demon dropped to his knees and started to crumble."so what's It's going to be Dante?me?or all those inset lives in the human world" "he" quick as a flash he sent a magic generated version of him to stop the demons up there and went down and grabbed Miku hey wake up Miku where are you" No reply came from the pile of skeletons only an echoing dark laugh he rummages around in the pile Eventually he was able to reach Miku who was still tied up by some skeletons, she was ice-cold and when she would breath he could see her breath he picked her up and placed an all the magic he could into her to bring her back to life Miku groaned softly as she started to warm up. Her eyes slowly opened and blinked a few times looking at Dante." Dante?", she asked softly and reached up gently touching his cheek "yes I'm right here ... I told you I won't ever leave you so your stuck with me like it or not" Miku smiled some then slowly move her hand from his face."are you ok?", she asked softly as she careful sat up, and looked him over "hey the better question is are you ok cause I'm fine I came to piece with both my inner halves finally....... were is my brother!!! Miku smiled softly."I'm okay just a little sleepy", she said softly then smiled."I'm proud of you", then blinked again when he asked about Virgil." I don't know, the last thing I remember is freeing you from the crystal thing, i told you...some things, and then everything's a blank...", she stood up feeling a little label and looked around." I don't see him"" well I need to find him just then a shadow jumped out of the room into the ports Dante followed the shadow Miku blind and followed a little more slowly, "hey you ;looking around he saw the world had changed a lot Miku frowned softly."that demon...did this?", she said softly."with my powers?", she said looking sad "yes he did" Miku twitched looking down."it's my fact", she said sadly moving away from Dante. "I'm sorry" "no not he said then smiled at her" hey I GTG see you later ((**sad face** bye)))Miku looked to him unsure then looked down again."let's go find your brother" "ok he said pulling her closer and kissing her >>> I do love you he said as if convincing himself as well as her then he jumped down and ran smiting demons in his wake> Miku blinked a few times at what he said, though it sounded odd. Shaking it off she followed taking out other demons as well, while also keeping and eye out for Virgil "moments later they saw Virgil with demons all around him fighting for his life and horribly losing Miku frowned. Even though Virgil Wei the reason Dante was captured ...and that she had been taken back to the demon....she didn't WNT to see Dante's brother die."VIRGIL GET DOWN!!!" , she yelled out to him and summoned her spirit Dragon and took out a good chunk of the demons that were attacking him "hey you nearly killed med said after getting back now he and Dante were back to back fighting demons with new valor and energy Miku crossed her arms." Almost, but didn't", she said watching the two of them while she fought and killed h other demons as well, keeping her distance from Dante and Virgil. And by the time the sun started to size the demons had been all taken out."good", she said softly and looked around not seeing Dante or Virgil anywhere,"must have got separated", she said softly and looked down. She didn't want to go find them. Shakeing her head she headed for a diner to get some food. Getting tier a few people stared at her, since she looked like she had just been through a battle, witch she had, but the humans didn't now that. She sacred down at the venue trying to decide what to order Just then Dante walks in and sits down" so you were going to eat without me, he said teasingly" Miku looked up to him."yes", she answered bluntly and looked back to the menu. She sighed."sorry", she muttered softly. Ever since that demon had gotten a hold of her, something felt off, but she couldn't explain it. "Well ok, but I don't think you need to apologize : ill pay for our dinner, and then we can go back to the ..... oh ya right that's at the bottom of the ocean Miku didn't answer."I can use my powers to get it out and fix it up", she said softly as she set the menu down knowing what she want, and slid the menu to Dante."and its fine I'll pay", she said softly "don't worry he said I was looking at a new house any ways how do you feel about Hawaii Miku laughed a little."funny", she said softly no I'm serious I have a house there I'm looking at now all I have to do is send the money and it's all mine how do you feel about it Miku looked to him."i ...let's give it a try" "no what were you going to say you said I what is it" Miku smiled softly." I was going to say.... I think it's a great idea, but are you sure that you what me to go with you?" "Yes I'm positive he says smiling at you Miku STR=aired at him a moment then nodded."alright then, when do we leave?", she asked happily as soon as possible he said smiling new home new lives hopefully we can rest Miku smiled."that be a nice change", she said happily and smiled as their food came two plates full o all kinds of food, a plate for her and a plate for Dante.' Though, the demon who wants me is still out there somewhere ... 'she thought softly and then worried about Dante's safety. Maybe it would be best if she vanished form his life, she could take away his memories of her while he slept, that way it is easier on him. She starred at her plate of food, lost in her own thoughts "ok then its settled let's go after dinner he said smiling just got the house Miku look to him and nodded as she started eating once done she sighed softly."wow i didn't realize I was that hungry" "he hits fine he said and sat down and ate his food and waited for her to finish eating so what brought you to the human world anyway Miku blinked looking to him."it seemed so much more peaceful then the demon world, I wanted to be free from all the .darkness the demon world tried to teach others....and I wanted to...", she paused. She looked to Dante." I wanted to meet one of the sons of the man who saved me many years ago" "hm, so my father saved you. That's cool he said and that is interesting ok lets go t Hawaii Miku smiled some and nodded standing up."yeah, um how?", she asked softly well just like this he walked with her out the door and picked her up and grew one white feathery wing and a black leathery bat like wing, and they took to the skies ---------- Post added 12-08-2014 at 10:56 PM ---------- ok I'm off for the night see you tomorrow ---------- Post added 12-08-2014 at 11:01 PM ---------- never mind ((aww okay nights and have a good day tomorrow)Miku blinked having followed him the blushed deeply when he picked her up. Her eyes widened seeing his wings."there beautiful", she said softly then once they flew up onto the air she squeaked and held on for dear life, closeing her eyes, then once she knew he went going to let her fall finally opened them and smiled looking around."wow this law is amazing" "yes it is" Miku smiled hotly as they flew along."I'm surprised you're not falling asleep on me", she said softly "ha to think I would do that" Miku looked to him."hey there is a good chance...", she said teasingly then went quite as she thought."Thank you, Dante ... for saving me from that crazy demon..." "Don't mention it . And a good chance what Miku" Miku giggled."at you falling asleep", she said though she was starting to feel tiered, but didn't want to fall asleep loving the law too much" ok well I promise I won't fall asleep while holding you over the ocean" Miku grinned."good to know...i rather you not drop me", she said teasingly "he ya" Miku smiled softly as they flew along then eventually dozed off in his arms, feeling safe and comfortable. *later that night he flew into the new house snuggled them both into the bed and fell asleep May slept for what felt like forever. Then in the early hours of the morning work up with a small jolt blinking she was glad to see Dante there and that he was okay. She watched him sleep for a bit then got up to go look around, trying to be as quite as she could *snoring softly* Miku sighed as she went outside onto the porch and smiled looking at the water then found a hamick and laid down in it thinking. She would wait. If Dante was ever hurt because she put him in danger again, then she would erase his memories of her from his mind...and then return to the afterlife once and for all, and face the punishment that was waiting for her *Dante still snoring a little louder now * ((GOOD NIGHT ^_^))Miku smiled and then went back inside quietly calling back into the bed and flopped down, falling back to sleep again yo ((hello ^^)) was up ((not much you) ((not much)) ((ah that's nice ^^ want to reply XD or need me to post something again :P and I'm glad you past you test ^_^)) replay ? ((reply....lol sorry)) ((ha I just beat sly cooper) ((lol nice)) right ((soon ........is the RP done? :/))` do you want it to be done ((NO lol you just haven't posted a reply on here yet so I was worried XD)) well then we continue I got a little busy lol it's all good her what I had out last; Quote: Miku smiled and then went back inside quietly calling back into the bed and flopped down, falling back to sleep again *Dante looked over smiled and went back to sleep Miku slept soundly until late in the day, wakeing up again she sat up yawning widely and stretched "well its good to see your up sleepy head" he said smiled devilishly* Miku blinked and looked to Dante."oh ...good morning", she said happily."did you sleep well?", she asked with a small smile "well sort of when you moved it kinda woke me up a little, but I went back to sleep Miku linked."oh I'm sorry I tried not t wake you", she said softly then looked him very."are you sure you went hurt at all after everything that happened yesterday?", she asked softly, looking worried. She felt horrible for getting him into trouble "look I'm fine see not a scratch he said showing her all his stomach and stuff to prove he was fine* Miku sighed in relief."good, im glad", she said softly and blushed some when he had lifted his shirt up."so where did your brother go after the demons were defeated?", she asked getting up. She still felt a little off...maybe she was still getting back to normal after being absorbed by the demon? She sighed not knowing what it was. "Well I don't know I think he went somewhere to do something with someone hey are you ok Miku blinked out of her thoughts and looking to Dante she smiled lightly."I'm okay", she said softly. Dante cared for his brother, so she thought it was best not t tell him that Virgil had been behind the demon getting released."now are you hungry?", Miyu said brightly wanting to change the subject, she didn't want Dante to worry about her. "Yes actually very hungry famished actually Miku smiled."then I'll go get us some food", she said having out quickly "ok cool ill be right here he said sitting on the new couch Miku walked along and picked up a bunch of groceries. Heading home again she stayed quiet. She paused and felt a small child run over her, then looked over seeing the demon that had absorbed her, inly he had taken human from. He walked over to Miku, but dint touch her." He doesn't care about you my Miku...at least with me, you could have just stayed with me .....you would have stayed in a good sleep, but dreamed about your own world, where you would be true happy", he said and reached out to touch her cheek but stopped when she moved away." He doesn't love you Miku, he has to try and convince himself about he said....you car for someone who doesn't care for you", he laughed coldly backing up and vanished. Miyu gripped the grocery bags trying to calm herself down, then taking a deep breath she walked back home, going inside she said silent as she started in on a big breakfast, since Dante was starving. Though her mind kept wandering back to what the Demon said "hey what's a matter Miku you look like you have seen a ghost" Miku blinked looking to Dante."I'm fine", she said softly. And went back to cooking GTG see you tomorrow ((night ^_^)) (hello) hey Wei sup man not much ...talking to you XD hanging around in the RP forms waiting for my other rps to get replied to XP)) ha you made a funny face ---------- Post added 12-10-2014 at 09:50 PM ---------- He watched her cook the food and sit up in the couch (((I did??)) Miyu cooked silently focusing on the food, then looked to Dante as she set the food down on the table. "Foods ready", she said giving him a soft smile "looks amazing" he said and began to eat thanking her for the meal Miku smiled some."anytime ", she said and started eating quietly "Hamm" Miku looked to Dante."everything okay?", she asked with a small grin "ya I'm good" he said looking around the house getting families with his new surroundings Miku smiled."I took a small look around before, and I already have a place that ill know ill love, we should go check out the beaches after" "okay ill go with you OO the beeches where rare they at" Miku stood."there almost right across the seat!", she said looking existed and grinned."I'll go change into my swimsuit", she said grabbing a shopping back and ran into the washroom "haha ok, ill change to he said putting on some shorts and taking off his shirt then he played the waiting game while she got dressed Miku took a deep breath then stepped out in a two piece swimsuit."ready?", she asked tossing him a towel he caught the towel and spun it over his shoulder "nice swimsuit you look ravishing when did you get that" Miku blushed some."when I went and got us some food", she said and headed for the beach "he followed her to the beach and slowly closed the door behind him" Once at the beach Miku dove into the water and started swimming around, getting her mind off the demon form earlier and anything that he had said "Dante waited at the shore and sat on the sand staring at the sun set over the water" Miku blinked watching him on the land but smiled softly before finally heading in and sat beside him."Are you okay?", she asked softly "ya I'm perfectly fine just love to watch the sun set over the water then when it gets darker I swim" Miku smiled softly."ah I see", she said stretching and laid back on the sand." I ...saw the demon who tried to use me, on the way back to the house", Miyu said softly. Not knowing why she was telling Dante, but it made her feel better to do so "really were is he I have a bone to pick with him ill kill that basted for eating you and then almost killing you he needs to pay" * he got up ready to leave the beach in search of the demon then thought better of it and sat back down next to her Miku blinked watching him a moment. Then sat up."he vanished so he could be anywhere", she said softly staring at the water. "Ok well its cool ill just relax ND stay calm and swim when it gets darker ---------- Post added 12-10-2014 at 11:29 PM ---------- hey imam call it a night k tail TO YOU TOMORROW Miku looked to him and smiled a little." Is the all mighty Dante worried about little old me?", she asked teasingly. She then looked back to the water. "Besides, hes in human form right now, and until he gets his energy back, he canes turn into his demon form...and without me, he can't do anything IN his demon form", she said softly and then pulled her knees close to her chest." Though I do feel a little scared ", she admitted feeling guilty about that." Stupid isn't it?"((alright night, sleep well and have a good day tomorrow.talk to to then)) not stupid at all you have every write to be scared ((hey how was your day?) Miyu looked to him and then back to the water." I guess so...", she said closing her eyes for a bit "what do you mean you guess" (my day was perfect and yours) ((Okay I was in bed sick for most of it))Miku shook her head."nothing" "oh ok well I'm sorry but I ONT feel good I can't be on I'm Anna head off to bed ill feel better in the morning again I'm sorry, but I really need to lay down ((in real life of the RP???)) (RL) I think I ate something rotten or something ((Okay well feel better soon okay?)) (ya thanks) ((^_^ anytime and try soup, soup is always good)) hey, hey what's up to continue the RP ---------- Post added 12-13-2014 at 11:15 AM ---------- hey my roommate needs the comp there is six of us here so ill TTL ((:(okay and of course I'm up to continue this was what I put last)) Quote: Miku shook her head."nothing" "oh ok then he said smiling ((hey how are you))Miku stared out to the water." Dante, do you ever get scared?"., she asked softly "hm sometimes I get scared, but I don't show it ... actually I get scared a lot" Miku blinked looking shocked."what?really?", she asked softly." I never thought that someone as strong as you could get scared" "hash I'm not that strong what exactly do the demons say about me down there" Miku grinned."well that you're a deadly person to mess with...that you could if you wanted to, kill anyone with a flick of the wrist...", she paused." That you like your ladies..."she added and then laid back on the sand staring at the sky." And that you rather be alone then with anyone..." "Well in some aspects they are right ... I do like my ladies and I used to like to be alone but time changes people, and I am quite deadly in more aspects than one he said laying down in the sand" Miku twitched some hearing him, but mild the best she could."well then good to know most of the stories I here are true", she said laughing some "he ya I did change a little I could use some company now and then well let's get in the water he said running into the shore line while taking his shirt off and diving into the ocean" Miku sat up watching him a moment.' Maybe the demon was right ... ', she thought softly then stood running into the water as well, diving in, keeping her distance from Dante. * he dived under the water and tugged on her foot and playfully swam around her in a circle* Dante made a funny face in the water blowing bubbles into the water as he laughed at himself Miku blinked watching him, then eventually smiled and started to swim after him, laughing at him a bit he swam deeper and deeper until he could hold his breath no longer and swam up past her and as he did he hover in front of her for a minute looked around probably hoping no fish were watching him, and he kissed her there under the water then swam up for air. Miku blinked watching him go down deep, the tried not to laugh as he was swimming up to the surface fast. Though when he had paused in front of her, she wondered if he was okay then when he kissed her she blushed deeply and soon came up for air as well. * he swam around for a bit and then very cool said bet you can't catch me he said smiling and then swam Miku watched him and blinked."what do I get if I catch you?", she called to him with a smirk getting ready to swim after him. " Anything of your choice he said with a big smile and laughed Miku smirked and then started to swim after him as fast as she could *Dante looked back seeing that she was catching up he swam a little faster*" you won't do it" he said trying to edge her on * he slowed down slightly and made a sharp turn left ---------- Post added 12-15-2014 at 09:49 PM ---------- *when he looked back again he then dove under the water and came up behind her > Miku blinked when he vanished and looked around." Dante?" * he swam closer right up behind her and then tapped her shoulder * Miku yelped and turned around and lauded "well you caught me" Miku smirked and nodded." I did didn't i"" and because I'm nice, and you caught me you decide what we do next after our swim today" Miku blushed some."okay....", she thought a moment then taking a deep breath she kissed Dante gently * Dante was taken aback*" well then if that's how It's going to be..." he pulls her closer and kisser gently holding her close so she can't escape* Miku blushed surprised that he pulled her so close to him and then kissed him again, not wanting to move way *after a while of kissing her he looked at her and then smiled" it took you a while to come around I don't want you to go anywhere" he looked down then back up at her. " I guess what I'm trying to say is that.... I... l....love you" Miku blushed deeply."y-y-you do"?"" yes its just taken me this long to get the courage to say it. I guess even big badasses that get talked up in the down world get scared" he said slowly swimming around him. ---------- Post added 12-15-2014 at 11:00 PM ---------- her Miku blushed and giggled watching him."I guess so" "ya well now that's the cat is out of the bag he started to swim words an outcrop of rocks that formed an island he laid on the rocks sun basking like a lizard Miku smiled and then swam over joining him "the moon is so beautiful at night he said looking up AST the sky" Miku nodded."I know right?", she said softly and smiled brightly * relooked over at her" what is with the smiles he said as he began to carve a picture in the rock Miku blinked sitting up watching him "when he had finished it was a picture of him sitting on a round rock surrounded by demons all trying to get to him Miku blinked as she watched him and stated."border are we?", she asked laughing a little."though its perfect" "yes very bored. Very Miku laughed a little. As they sat there, nearby, demon sirens began to sing softly, and only Dante could hear them * Dante looked up and looked around trying to pinpoint the sounds, and he looked over to her" hey do you hear those sirens" ---------- Post added 12-16-2014 at 09:06 PM ---------- without waiting he gets up as if in a trance and follows the sound to wear he thinks it is Miku blinked looking to Dante."no here what?", she asked then blinked watching him." Dante?" The sound got louder as he came closer to the water...part of their song telling Dante to come in and join them * Dante looked into the water and spoke aloud" well if you ask I love the water he said as he started to step into the water but something in the back of his was screaming not to he was compelled by the songs Miku stood even more confused."ask you what? I know you love the water", she said softly then watched as he started to step into the water." Dante", she said again and took a step closer. The sirens sensing Minus presence sang louder to block out Minus voice, telling him to jump in quick. The sirens gathered just below the surface, waiting to grab him. * Dante looked down into the water and saw the sirens but couldn't do anything there voice was so powerful he was ankle deep now in the water and still going deeper he could few the slimness of the sirens brushing against his legs *" well then" I guess ii could use some time in the water" The sirens smirked a few of them grabbing hold of him and pulled him under in a flash. A few of them kept singing, to try and keep him under their spell, while the others dragged him down deeper and deeper to where the water pressure was changing rapidly. Miyu blinked when she saw Dante was pulled in. Dante!", she yelled and ran for the watched but yelped as she was tipped. She blinked looking to her feet and saw a bunch of sea weed."what the?", she then yelped again as the seaweed pulled her away from the direction Dante was in and then pulled her under. Holding her breath, she caught a glimpse of the Sirens that had taken Dante the tried to break free of the sea weed, but the more she tried, the more sea weed came up and retained her.' Not good', she thought to herself.' My full demon side...does not like being trapped', she said trying to break free MRE, but it was no use. She twitched feeling a sharp pain in her heart, her demon side was trying to take over. She looked towards Dante's direction, he was in danger. Then felt another sharp pain go through out her body as she was pulled deeper down. She stopped struggling against the sea weed as she felt her normal self being pulled back and her full demon side breaking free.' Just, save Dante', she told her demon self as she fell asleep. As the sirens reached the bottom they tied Dante up with the sea weed, and kept singing to him, telling him to stay with them forever and ever, but they all had paused as they heard a deep and terrorizing roar that shook the rock bed. One of them left to check it out while the others went back to singing to Dante. *in the brief moment they let up the singing Dante woke up and panicked he then fell back into a sing-song like trance*one of the sirens swam around the corner and looked around for whatever made that noise When she swam around the corner there was darkness, then , a giant glowing red eye opened up, it was at least the size of four army tanks, then the growl came refilling a long snout and a large row of fags, then an out of nowhere a giant paw and set of claws came form no where slicing the siren into peaces. The other sirens heard the growl then could smell blood in the water. A few of them stopped singing and waited then out of the darkness of the water came the mouth full of teeth letting out a roar as it bit 3 of the 8 sirens in half. The other sirens yelled and stopped singing and stared as a large, cat like demon was reveled, they yelled in terror seeing how bit it was and started to swim away leaving Dante tied up there. The demon looked to Dante and growled some but grabbed him and with a single leap, they were bout the water, landing with a boom onto the beach, that caused a small creator around it, the demon set Dante down, giving a viscous growl to him the leaped with all fours back into the water causing a huge wave and swam down deep chancing down the sirens. *as the sirens swam they looked behind them waiting they were going to lure the beast into a trap they had made for leviathans and other such beasts they just had to reach it in time* mean while Dante had in haled so much water HS heart rate was slowing down tremendously* A few people who had heard the bang had run to the beach, someone spotting Dante and called 911. The EMS showed up and started CPR as they started to load him up and get him to the hospital, un aware what was actually going on bellow the waters. The demon chased after the sirens moving though the water with surprising ease when they saw the creature give chase they rushed into a tangle of sea weed hoping to lose her they then released some squid to aid In there escape The demon stopped at the sea weed and almost sounded as it were laughing as it started to slice the sea weed in half the sirens looked back in horror. The beast still came eventually they all jumped up and grabbed there spears and tried to face the beast head on meanwhile an the ambulance dates condition was getting worse and worse eventually they put him on life support cause the only thing keeping him alive was the demon refusing to give up but not wanting to come out, so his breathing remained shallow and ragged The demon grinned and then charged at them as well. Determend to kill Thomas Dante slept Minuit her normal form appeared to him in his dreams." Dante hat do you think your doing?", she said softly and smiled at him gently "well you see Miku I'm just taking a short nap he said and closed his eyes" Miku went over and sat beside him and poked his side."nope your not allowed to, if you do, you may never wake up again, and the human cant lose to of its protectors" * in his dream he swatted her hand" no just ten minutes please I can't be saving people all the time I just need a rest please "m he said rolling over Miku still in his dream, rolled him back towards her, an when she touched him she was soaking wet."come on Dante, I need your help then, how about that", she said this time sounding a bit quite" HHH, I'm so tired, but he rolled over sat up and rubbed his eyes to his surprise he was sitting in the back of an ambulance "hey what the hell where am I and were is Miku The doctors blinked jumping back as they stared at him in shock. 'Who?' on asked."you were the only one we found at the beach sir.should there be another?"., he asked calmly when the doctor said this he swung his legs out the side of the gurney and started to grab the wires that they had in his arms and went to pull them out The doctors blinked and then tried to make him sit back down." Hey, relax we'll radio another team to go look, you just came back from the brink of death, hey don't take those out!", they yelled fighting with him *he ripped them out and open the back door to the ambulance and then there was a needle in his back pushing past the sedative they gave him to get him back on the gurney he unfolded black wings and jumped out the ambulance to find Miku he ran back words the beach One of the medics growled and grabbing a bag of medical supplies he chased after Dante When he arrived at the beach, the police had the area closed off, he could see the large creator when the demon hand landed, there was blood in the water causing the police to think there was some sort of ancient ...no one was getting threw, though people were trying to get a closer look. The water, looked so still and calm and every thing is quite' all of a sudden a voice in Dante head" all you need to do is let me hand at then you will get your precious Miku back I promise just let me handle the riffraff and quite frankly the demon sounded pretty reasonable right now ---------- Post added 12-17-2014 at 12:13 AM ---------- *then he walked up to the tape hey who is in chair here I'm looking for a girl that was on the beach The officer blinked hearing Dante and went to him." I am, and what girl?", he asked looking him over."hey they just took you away what your you're doing back here!", he snapped. Then blinked as things began to shake."now what?'", he yelled then blinked hearing people screaming and running away, turning he stared as a large, vary large, cat looking like, demon jump out from the water and landed on the beach making another crater. It watched as people ran and let out a roar that show the city. The police then began shoot at it witch only made it more mad, and it went to swat at them "hey wait" Dante jumped in front of them and turned into a full demon and was just as tall as she was he then grabbed her hand and tried to calm her down. And then he began to talk her into not killing any of the police men or women By now people had scattered The demon snarled and then growled fiercely at Dante, clearly not liking being stopped. She was still in a fighting mode, having just finished the fight with the sirens. And didn't seem to recognize anything "hmm ok then he said he role his neck 'you want to play lets play" he circled around Miku and smiled devilishly grazing her and biting her with razor sharp teeth ---------- Post added 12-17-2014 at 12:34 AM ---------- hey IMA go TTO bed but I'm pulling an all-nighter tomorrow ill be on until like three o'clock Miku growled and then screeched out in pain, and for a moment he could hear the real Miku in there...then she managed to pull away, and as she back ed away from him, stumbeled as blood came out of the wood, seh growled at him trying to hide somewhere, the behind her, the portal to the demon world opened up and voice was herd telling her to come home "hey you shut the hell up, and he chucked a piece of steel through the portal and hugged her closer to him. Hey don't go whatever you do, and you know if you do just remember ill always be here in the human world waiting for you to come back and at that he relieved her, and he healed the wound where he playfully bit her. Just remember I care he said then turned human and walked into the trailer As Dante entered the tailed a flash of Miku popped in his head. "Dante please help... I ... I can't control it!' The demon Miku roared out and held its head moving away from the portal but was fighting with the normal Miku for control "hmm ok I will but your not gone like it "he walked out SIDA and transformed into his demon form then walks over to the demon" now do I need to beat you into submission or are you going to give me Miku back you feline fuck" ---------- Post added 12-17-2014 at 01:01 AM ---------- he knew that this demon wasnt6 Miku it had just taken control probably because of a sickness, and he needed to help her at all. The demon growled as it tried to move away from him growling the snarled holding as she held her head fighting for control. "Miyu I know your in there, and you need to help me he walked up and touched the cats head, and he transported himself into her mind then he looked around assessing the state of where he was at(hey I'm going to go to bed but tomorrow I'm going to pull an all-nighter till like three clock am when I leave) ((lol alrighty talk to you then ^_^)When he entered her mind things were all over the place, there flashes of her as a kid, running around the demon world hiding from other demons, then it would go to a happy memory of her planing to meet Dante....only to turn into a nightmare of Dante turning away from her and leaving her alone in the demon world while he walked away with a group of other women. Then finally it showed were the real Miku was being kept in her mind, it showed trapped in seaweeds, and she was in a trance unable to break free and take control back over the demon. Then, there was a second Dante, standing in-front of her, telling her to give up since she had killed him, that it was her fault that he had drowned, that the sirens had succeeded in killing him that everything would be much easier if she just disappeared inside herself, and let the full demon stay in control....her mind had started to shut down, things were either disappearing or turning dark. Miku stared at the fake Dante, still in the trance some tears in her eyes."I'm sorry", she muttered, and her eyes started to feel heavy, as the sea weed started to drag her down Hey I'm here to help just LeBeau leading? )" Miku I know your in there come on I know your here follow my voice" Miku blinked and looked away from the fake Dante." Dante?", she said softly looking through the darkness that had engulfed her mind. Then yelped as the sea weed tightened around her more the Fake Dante growled trying to get rid of the real Miku so that her full demon side could be the one in control. Dante rushed over and talked the fake himself and much to his surprise he felt pain he looked over at Miku The fake Dante vanished and Miku was freed from the Sea weed. She sat there and starred at Dante. Unsure if he was the real one or not Dante grabbed her and pulled her up from the water and dragged her onto shore. He then smiled" hey beautiful long time no see may I ask why you decided to play in the sea weed" Miku once on shore hugged him tightly." I ... I though.....the sirens...I thought they killed yo!", she said hugging a bit more tightly. He laughed and gently puled her close" them kill me not possible but from now on no swimming in the sea weed ok, I don't want you to drown again. Ui would DMS you too much he then turned around and put his guns back in their holster and picked her up and carried her down the street on their way back to the trailer Miku nodded."deal", she said softly and stayed close to him. She could hear his heart beat. He was alive, she wasn't crazy and he wants an Illusion. Sighing softly she closed her eyes and began to drift off *when he got back to the trailer he set her on the bed and went to the sofa not wanting to bother her further she had had a long night."well time to sleep" Miku sat up after a few moments."please don't sleep there", she said softly."yo-you can SLEP on the bed with me", she said softly "ok he said and got up and laid in the bed next to her* so you want me to sleep here" Miku nodded and Carly snuggled into him." I ...", she blushed some."never mind, just stay here okay?" " No you what Miku speak your mind" what do you need "* he sat up and looked at her worriedly Miku looked to him." I need you not to die....or leave me", she said softly." I... I gave into my demon side when those sirens took you... I couldn't keep you safe Dante and you almost died" she said looking away quickly to hide the ears that had formed in her eyes. "Hey listen I'm not going to leave you and I'm not going to die "*he leans down and gently kisses her* Miku blushed softly when he kissed her but stayed close *he then laid back down and closed his eyes for a restful night sleep Miku smiled softly and eventually dozed off as well *slept all thought the night and woke up and prepared breakfast for you ---------- Post added 02-11-2015 at 10:01 PM ---------- gently wakes you up" hey time to eat how was your night Miku jumped awake and looking to him, she mild softly sitting up."good, i slept like a rock"" well that's good I made breakfast for you so eat up and get ready" Miku blinked."get ready for what?", she asked and smiled softly at the breakfast well you need to eat don't you Miku started to eat then looked to him. "What why are you looking at me like THT do I have something on my face" *whipping his face* Miku blinked but giggled."nope...." "Then what's with all the looks" April stared a bit more."i don't know, this just dost seem real", she said softly and looked down to her hands" well I can assure you it's all very real" I look up and carry you a plate with a grin then the scene changes and Virgil has Dante in a submerged tank he is un conscious and wearing an oxygen mask. Then it changes again, and they are all still underwater and Dante is slowly drifting down to the bottom of the ocean Miku froze." D-Dante!", she yelled of and dove into the water swimming after him. What was going on?? *then out of the wall came Virgil laugh" Miku you can't save him. He is going to die and it's all your fault. You are powerless to save him." Miku growled."yes I can!which are you doing this!" " Because my little brother cant have any of this not you not a life he doesn't need it he needs to feel all the aloneness like I have all these years and I will make sure it happens. So my dear that is why he is slowly falling to the bottom of a lake, and you will .... can't do anything to save him call out all you want he can't hear you and he won't wake up anytime soon the sirens made sure of that. So in this little game of chess darling I call check mate what ever shall you do>" Miku frowned and kept swimming for Dante."I'm not giving up on him..... Vergil he deserves to be happy everyone does even a heartless jerk like you!", she twitched feeling everything becoming tighter."DANTE WAKE UP PLEASE DON'T LEAVE ME", she yelled down to him and found herself swimming faster, she was able to catch up to him and was sinking with him, she felt tears forming."Please, Dante... I love you....you can't go and fall into an eternal sleep", she thought a moment, and blushing she kissed him deeply giving him almost all of her demon power, then slowly pulling away she looked to the walls." Vergil, I feel sorry for you", she then blinked and cringed in pain feeling pain shooting threw her chest, slowly looking down she saw the three tips of a trident and blood flowing into the water."oh", she looked back seeing a demon serpent, who lead the sirens. He grinned at her."you have a date with our Demon leader, and hell", he pulled the trident out hitting her heart at the same Minus eyes dulled instantly and went limp. The serpent grabbed Miku and looked up." Thank you for your help Virgil", he growled happily and then vanished taking Miku with him. * just as the serpent went away Dante woke up*"Virgil I'm going to kick your as were is Miku. You know what never mind ill find her myself* he began to grow and return to his demon state, and then he vanished and plunged into hell following what little leads he had he followed the serpent. It grew darker and darker as he descended then finally he came into a big chamber it was write and Dante was momentarily blinded. Then he screamed and yelled with all his might and the lights grew brighter. A few demons appeared growing at him."what's wrong Dante, why are you here?", one hist. " Well yo use you have something of mine and I want it back so ether you give it to me willingly or ill slaughter every last one of you in this smelly pit you call a home."*as he spoke a blue aura began to grow around him in the form of his demon it was only his aura though he needed to save it for a real fight as the aura grew in sized ante's eyes glowed a dark red. He didn't know that every time he used his demon powers he lost a little bit of his angelic soul. Same as when he uses his angelic forms he loses a little bit of his demon soul but as we all know he uses his demon aura and form more than anything else." well what's it going to be "his aura was three times the size of HS house and his eyes were a jet black color. The demons loved to one another>"We would love to give you what you want Dante, but the girl died in your world, now she's being given to the head demon,she has been on the run for many years as you know..." " Well then I take it you all chose the second answer then..."he cracked his neck and motioned gripping something up and the huge aura hand-picked up one of the little demons by its throat, and then he tossed it aside making the aura do the same there was a sickening crunch and a poof he then looked over to the other demon the aura was smaller now but dates skin was turning black and a tail had sprouted behind him his eyes were blood-red. And his voice rough and crackly." now I will only say this once give me what I came here for, or I will tear this place apart piece by piece. "He slowly walked words the other demon a wicked smile on his face like he was enjoying all thoughts of how he could bring this place to the ground and kill everyone in it. The demons backed away not knowing what to do. They blinked as there boss showed up, laughing."is this what you're looking for ?", he asked, he was as big as Dante, he then raised his fist holing Miku up, who looked like a rag doll."part off her soul is still alive, but it won't be long now until she becomes one of us and her memories of the time she spent with you on earth, will be gone for good, and she will become your enemy....\" well if she forgets then she forgets but before we that happen sim going to kill you "*he rushed over with a sword formed from magic and began slashing wildly at the demon he was losing his sanity because so much of his angelic soul was chipped away over the years ---------- Post added 03-09-2015 at 12:16 AM ---------- From all the times he used his demonic power to help him The demon grinned and was dodging with ease." Now Dante the more wild you are the easier it i for me to beat you and keep Miku all to my self...or let her die ad let her would be absorbed into this world....don't make her sacrifice to save you be a waste, go back home...." "Not without her.... I won't ..... I can't... Furthermore, I." in that one moment all his resolve was lost, and he began to change back. His tail retracted the sword turned into dust and when it all was over he fell to his knees and began to cry. I can't go back without her, I just can't. I wouldn't know what to do with my life. Furthermore, I would go mad, I can feel my sanity slowly slipping away now."even though he wasn't in his demon form his eyes we still a blood-red color and his skin was a jet black The demon looked thoughtful."you care this much about her?', he asked calmly and looked to Miku" yes I do I really do I can't leave without her. Furthermore, I didn't think it would ever happen to me, but it did. And I won't leave if she isn't coming with me" The demon gave a sigh."this girl...is my daughter.....i only wanted her safe, she hates down here, in truth I never thought she would find happiness in your world.....", Miyu glowed gently, and she groaned as her life was returned, and her wounds healed."f I allow her to return to her, you will protect her, and you will do what ever it takes not to die on her, so she never feels heartbroken....do you promise me that?" Dante picked himself up and rubbed the tears from his eyes." yes sir I will always protect and comfort her and do all in my power to stay alive so as she doesn't ever feel heartbroken.... sir I promise>" The demon turned to his own humanism form and walked over to Dante he smiled some at Miku."good, because if you break that promise I will hunt to down and tear out your heart and have your soul for breakfast", he said NAD careful handed Miku to Dante" thank you sir I will take care of her I have no intention of breaking that promise."then he waved goodbye and walked out into the human world went back to his house laid her down on the bed set up a blanket on the floor so as not to disturbed her rest because she needed to get her strength back After a few hours Miku groaned as she came back around looking she frowned sitting up, looking fearful."no, no no, no not again".she muttered. *Date quickly sat up and got up guns in hand*" hey Miku what happened who is here what's going on ill kill them if they touch you then he looked around confused seeing no one there. Miku jumped up and grabbed the closet thing to her witch was a feather duster."stay back,your not Dante... I let him die.... Vegil please stop with this Illinois".she yelled out looking around. " hey, hey it's ok. it really is me look" he began to show her that it was indeed was him he told of how her father made him promise to keep her safe and how he told him not to die> then he smiled took his shirt off put on some swimming trunks and went to the door." so are you coming for that swim you promised me before" Miku was keeping her distance at first, then slowly went over to him and nervously took his hand.'o-okay....", she then looked to him."what if the sirens come back"" he smiled then. hmm, lets go to a little pool on between some rocks first small steps but if they do come ill kill them."It's whatever you want to do.*he took her hand in his and walked outside, or we can go for a walk on the docks if you like Miku walked close to him."LTS do all of them was and then go to the small pool and then make our way into the ocean", she said softly. She wasn't 100% sure if this was real or not. But if it wasn't, she was happy being with Dante who was alive and safe. "Ok we will do all of them."Dante squeezed her hand and smiled then kissed her and opened the door. Miku blushed lightly."okay", she said softly and followed him closely "what's with all the blushing. I believe it was obvious from day three. But......hey"* he walked her outside and they Miku followed blushing a bit more."I'm still not use to it", she said softly trying to hide her blush even more he laughed Miku looked to him." Dante ...how did you know where to find me?" "Call it a lucid dream" I don't know I just felt it." I feel connected to you in a way I never knew possible"he grabbed her hand and passionately kissed her slowly Miku blushed hearing him then blinked at his sudden kiss, she blushed a bit more and kissed him back deeply" he let her go and smiled at her then ran and dove into one of the small coves in a secluded part of the ocean Miku and grinned running and jumped in after him" so now that we are in the water I need to tell you something....." he swam closer to her then lightly splashed water at here then laughed and swam away going under the water Miku laughed and biting her lip she swam after him, but kept her guard up he dove under and swan underneath her tugged at her foot tried up and made a funny face then surfaced to breath some air and floated gently on his back Miku blinked watching him then surfaced. Then watching him."are you okay?" " Yes I'm fine why wouldn't I be. Im relaxing in my own personal salt water pool with a woman that I love and pretty much literally went through the depths of hell to get and came back alive and with you" I'd say that is very well" * he turned to face you and found something to lay on put it in the water then climbed up on it and just floated. Then turned over." Miku would you like to stay and live with me.""and also don't think I didn't see you bite your lip what was that about." Miku blushed softly." I'd like that ....but are you sure??" "Miyu I battled legions of hell to bring you here do you think I'm sure"He floated over to her pulled her close and kissed her. Miku blushed and kissed him gently." I love you too", she said softly and hugged him tightly he lay there holding her in the small pool of water want ING to stay there for hours" but all good things must come to an end." well I say we go In we will take this one small step at a time today it was a small pool tomorrow we will walk along the beach. But I think we better head in for the night." Miku smiled some. "Alright sounds good to me", she said getting out and stretched he stretched and walked back into the trailer and laid on the bed Miku smiled and laid down beside him sighing happily he rolled over and held her closely then closed his eyes to relax Miku blushed softly and smiled at him, watching him for a bit then found here drifting off soon Dante was asleep and comfortable with Miku in his arms Miku smiled in her sleep, staying close to him the entire time he woke up in the middle of the night and rolled over slowly trying not to wake Miku up Miku sighed softly and rolled over and snuggled into him more having a nightmare that he was disappearing on her when she grabbed hi MTO snuggle closer he tensed because he thought he ha woken her up then when he realized she was still asleep he held her and kissed her forehead and went and closed his eyes Miku smiled in her sleep muttering Dante's name in her sleep as the night went on Dante fell into a deep sleep later that morning he woke up bright and early to go to the kitchen and prepare a breakfast of bacon and eggs for MIA he washed and prepped everything and used exotic seasoning then very hesitantly brought her a plate adorned with a blue rose and some mint" hey wake up and eat. I made it special for you my love." Miku yawned as she woke up and stretched then blinked at the food and smiled softly while blushing."wow looks great, thank you Dante", she said looking up to him happily."you must have put a lot of work into this" ya it took me some time" but it's ok as long as you enjoy it." he smiled and sat next to her Miku smiled at the rose and smelled it."it's beautiful, thank of", she said putting it in her hair. Then tasted her breakfast."this is great!" ya I did my best, but it didn't come out right. Im sorry so what do you want to do today ... oh and what were you dreaming about you said my name an awful lot last night. . You sounded worried or sad "its fine Dante I love it", Miyu said then blink frowning." I dreamed you were gone, and i could ind you anywhere"" oh well that isn't gone happen cause I'm right here. I always will be. So what's on the agenda for today miyu smiled softly."anything, we could go for a walk...or try swimming in the ocean again", she said softly, and looked nervous well I say we came walk for a bit before we try the ocean again Miku. I like the idea of a walk. He kissed her cheek and ran to grab there shoes and coats Miku blinked but smiled as she quickly finished eating and got up he walked over and handed her her coat and walked her out the door with a big smile on his face Miku smiled happily and stayed close."wow its beautiful out" "yes it is. really beautiful Miku smiled more."perfect day for a walk" "yes perfect like you" Dante kissed her Miku blinked but smiled happily kissing him back gently then he grabbed her hand and continued to walk down the coast Miku stayed close to Dante and kept looking to the water nervously."why would your brother send those sirens after you?he could have killed you...." " I don't know why he is a bad guy a really bad guy I need to find and kill him once and for although Miku frowned."he may be bad, but he's still your brother I feel bad for him, being filled with that much rage" ya me to me too Miku shook her head."but if there is no other way we don't have a choice" true. That is also true we have no other choice so we need to figure out how to do this and do it right Miku nodded."right, she said softly. Meanwhile, in the depth of the ocean the sirens that had not been killed by Minus full demon form, gathered watching the two on the, one of the pulled away from the group and created an orb that allowed her to contact Virgil."board Virgil, your brother and his lover are still alive, and they are planning an attack to kill you what would you like us to do? Can we have your brother?you can take the girl...oh, or we can create a potion that if Dante drinks it he would forget all about Miku ad the two of you could kill her, or you could take her from Dante", she said Carly Virgil laughed"either one of those will do just make sure that my brother is unharmed, and I get the girl is that understood. I won't tolerate anymore failures. Is ... that ..... understood!" the siren grinned."perfectly my board", she mild and thought a moment."lets see if we can lunar Dante in first ladies, but make sure Miku comes as well", she handed one o the sirens a flute."play that, and she will follow him as well then once they come underwater, we will deliver them to board Virgil, from there give Dante the potion to forget Miku", she said and the others nodded. The one siren began to play the flute while the rest started to singing smiled at Dante."no madder what Dante I will always be at your side okay?", she said happily then blinked hearing the flute and looked to the water."how pretty", she said holding Dante's hand tightly her eyes had felt heavy."we should go swimming...." " I think it's a lovely idea swim...ING he stepped into the water and then realized it was too late and the sirens had grabbed his foot shaping him out of the trance. He stomped on its head and turned to her" hey Miku stay out of this water if Virgil gets you it's all over they won't hurt me I promise just don't get caught. Ill deal with your father and explain later actually you go find him and see if he will help us."and then they finally surrounded him and dragged him into the water. Miku couldn't here him she was already waist deep and then fell into the water she smiled as she sank only hearing the flute player then felt a sting to her leg, she felt her as get heavier as she fell asleep a bubble so rounded her, and then she vanished appearing in front of Virgil. As the sirens pulled Dante under they made sure he wasn't able to reach Miku before she vanished. Then the leader swam up to Dante and grinned."sweet dreams", she then issued him deeply placing him under a temporary sleeping spell Dante PASSED OUT AND THE LAST THING HE SAW WAS A GRINNING SIREN AND HE VOWED IN HIS HEAD TO KILL EVERY LAST ONE OF THEM INCLUDING VIRGIL WHEN HE GOT THE CHANCE The sirens mild and after placing Dante in a bubble as well sent him to Virgil, glad they were one step closer she also made the potion to erase Dante's memories of Miku. But added a twist in it, so he would think Virgil was the good guy....then sent the potion to Virgil and waited for the fun to begin Dante woke up in a bubble and kept his eyes closed to plot out his plan Miku woke up in a room."huh?", she sat up looking around."where I am I?", she frowned more not seeing Dante." Dante!", she called out into the darkness Meanwhile Dance was closely watching his brother from a bubble planning all sorts of various deaths ((lol nice))Miku sighed as she paced back and forth."okay time to find a way OT of here", she said softly In that mean time one of the sirens appeared intron of Virgil only more human." Master the girls awake, and we have completed the potion" "well what are you waiting for give it to me and... no you dot I want to keep my hands clean in case anyone is snooping around The siren smiled softly handing him the potion."there you are, the ability to erase whoever memories you choose", she then blinked hearing a bang."what on earth?" Just then Miku came bursting threw the doors." Vergil! I should have known you were the jerk behind this", she said growling a little Virgil smiled"yes my dear to bad that after all this is said and done my.... poor baby brother will never remember who you are... ever. He sneered and laughed. Your just as helpless as before only this time my brother won't come to your aid he won't even recognize you. Poor... poor..... Miku. And all need to do is accidentally tip this bottle into the water "he walked over to the bubble and motioned as if pouring the liquid but smiled." No, not yet we will make sure you get to see and hear him as he forgets all memories." Miku snarled, feeling her full demon side dying to come out." I won't let you do that" "oh will you now oops he then dumped the liquid into the bubble and the water turned a dark purple color he then stepped out and smiled. oh, take care of the girl and clean up the mess what ever happens she doesn't get near my brother this potion takes some time to set up. Miku growled and charged at Virgil."I'm going to kill you!"the siren grinned."sure think", she said and charged at Miku and the two began fighting The siren laughed and bite her in her leg Miku yelped and hit her in the face hard."what that's the best you got?", she said and kicked her "no of course not" the siren smiled and waved her hand the room quickly filled with water now much faster the siren jetted thought the water this way and that calling forth all kinds of sea creatures and kraken like things to fight by her side. Meanwhile very slowly the dark purple liquid was moving closer and closer to Dante every time he took a breath waiting to while his memory of all the past Miku held her breath but growled deeply. Trying to think. She looked at the creatures then to the bubble. She then made her sword appear."bring it on" she growled. The sword glowed a golden color then she whipped it at them. It sliced threw the water at super speed but missed them completely. They all laughed in her face and surrounded Dante forming a barricade Miku smirked. "Wasn't aiming for you!"she snapped her fingers the sword suddenly the blade appeared inside there bar arcade and sliced the bubble. Miku smiled some knowing she couldn't take in any more water and closed her eyes. Hope in Dante's memories were still together. Well most of them anyway Dante feel out of the bubble and looked around he didn't know where he was or how he got there and who was that girl. Where was Virgil. Anyway the girl helped him so he had to help her he grabbed her and swam for shore the sirens followed hem but Dante easily lost them once to shored ante put her down and began to walk away words the docks Miku once on shore sat up watching Dante leave." Dante?", she said softly to him looking worried" hey I want to thank you for saving me I owe you my life. I didn't catch your name by the way, mine is Dante" he extended his and smiled warmly. Miku stared at his hand. She was too late. She didn't save him. "Uh ", she stood and moved away feeling her heart shatter. "My pleasure Dante. Glad your alright". She said turning away and started to head off" wait" he looked over and shook his head." I think I remember you from somewhere but I can't place it, but I kinda remember seeing your face like a long time ago like years it seemed. But I don't remember. I feel like I should, but I just don't know you Miku shook her head." Dante your better off not remembering me", she said softly "wait you have to know something where is Virgil I need to find him he is going to do something terrible, and I need to stop him"meanwhile in Virgil office,"you... did... What....." he intently stared at the siren and laughed evenly."how did they get away. I want him found if that potion didn't affect him my plan will be all ruined... ruined, and you don't want to be the cause of me failing do you... no I didn't think so. How much did the potion affect my brother... I want answers now he screamed and threw something on the wall> Miku backed away more." I don't know or care where he is, but when you find him give him a punch in the face FPR me okay?', she said softly."good luck", she said turning and started walking again. It was better if ante forgot her, she had caused him so much trouble already ... Dante looked after her and laughed will do then.(Virgil)" pray tell how did they slip through your grasp I need to know because my brother is out there and in his system is a highly illegal mix of fluids that anyone can tell is in his system. I will be in big trouble if any mortal messes with him because that is very delicate and then demons will swarm and that will upset him and with that potion inside him, he can not be upset at all is that understood it IC critical for him. What that potion is doing is slowly eating away at his angelic being. It is very important that he doesn't become upset, so the potion can do its job understood." Miku sighed to herself as she walked along. She could have sworn she had seen that kind of potion somewhere before, but she count put her figure on it. She shook her head of the thought, all of Dante's memories of her were gone. She was alone. She stooped and with a growl she kicked a nearby soda can and sent it flying. Then taking a deep breath smiled some. Maybe she could just give into her demons side, and let it do as she wanted, while her human side would fall into an eternal sleep. It would be better than feeling the emptiness that she was feeling now. Plus she had heard of the hidden arena in the morticians of Japan. Where the demon hunter who owned it, captured demons and made them fight other hunters and even be killed. Then she fenced Virgil and looked up to a tall building."might as well try and kill him while I'm at it", she said grinning and headed in.(Siren)"and how are we support to get him to come and see you?" (Virgil)" I don't care how just do it and don't upset him at all understood now get it done, oh, and we have a visited ill take care of her go find my brother and don't fail me again"(Dante)" so I am walking home after being saved by this chick that I feel I should know but I can't. Dante pull it together as he was walking there was a slight change in his skin eye and aura color the skin turned a blackish tint not noticeable, yet his eyes became a reddish pink and his aura changed from blue to a dark purple. (Siren)"yes sir", she said and started to follow Dante.(Miku eyes had become cold and un caring she had taken out Eva one of Virgil guards without breaking a sweat, and walked into HS office."well now, this is where you IDE?", she said calmly. "Oh so you have arrived I see well sit down grab a cup off coffee I see you had no problem getting threw the guards".(Dante) feeling like someone was following him he turned around and saw the siren the the did his face grew sullen, and he started grow his aura two twice its size then three times its size when he stopped showing off his eyes were a blood-red you couldn't even see the white in them, it was all red. And his aura was menacing the claws were long sharp and mean looking and even his auras eyes were an evil purple color. He started to laugh, and his aura chuckled ASN like it had a mind of its own and was hungry looking at the siren. Then Dante spoke" what the hell do you want only his voice was deeper and more demon like. Like something only Satan himself would fight for a perfect show. (siren)"Dante I do not wish to fight you, but I heard you were looking for your brother, i know where he is I can take yo to him, or you can go there yourself"Miku lauded coldly. "no, thanks", she said making her sword appear."I want to finish you off once and for all" Dante looked at her why should I trust you meanwhile all on its own Dante aura was smiling laughing and flexing its fingers just waiting for Dante to swing so it could reap devastation. It even turned to look at the siren the potion seemed to be giving the aura form while taking away Dante's you could see the transfer of mass as the demon aura took Dante's place, but the more Dante got mad the more he would fight and slow the process down.Virgil looked at her and laughed" come now Miku be a good sport I'm not trying to kill you and It's rude to reject a gift from someone who's house you just broke into." The siren backed away."you don't have to trust me, but he can help you fill in those holes in your memory"Miku laughed."I'm a demon, i don't need a reason to kill you, and you have given me no gift", she said and charged at him Dante laughed at her"do you really think I will believe that he would help me after what he did to me before. What is stopping me from killing you right now.....wait don't answer that."verge side stepped and pulled out his sword"well if that's how you want it The siren sighed."don't believe me, I would at least think you'd be able to sense him in that building there along with you air Fri-", she stopped before she said too much. Miyu growled and laughed a little swinging at him." it is how is am want in, and believe me I will enjoy killing you!" "Well then if he is in that building I'm going there." as Dante turned around to walk out the door his aura took more of the form of Dante and the human is form of Dante took more of the aura. His nails grew sharper and his skin looked more like the night sky. His eyes were a deeper red then before, and you could since aggression in his very beingvergil was shocked when Miku's sword hit him and ran through his arm it was quite painful he screamed and fell to the floor Miku smirked."aww now don't tell me that hurt you?', she said quickly swinging at him again he put his arm up and blocked the sword to the side. Then Dante barged in he looked like something out of a horror movie a long spun tail and sharp claw like nails. When he saw Virgil he growled a low demonic growl and charged when he rushed the air was thick with the cent of demonic rage Virgil smiled. Well I see that potion is working lovely brother Miku glanced at Dante." Dante", she said softly the growled to Virgil bringing the sword down to him again."what DI you do!" " What don't you like the new Dante Miku"hey I'm going to log off now ((aww Kay night talk to you after))Miku growled."no I loved the old Dante!" " Aww so sad you should have told me then none of this would have happened. "He dodged as Dante swung his arm and broke part of the wall Dante looked over Lansing past Miku on his way to find Virgil." you see Miku this is Dante the demon in him is said to possess more drive than the hunters of legend and I wanted to see that for myself. But In order to do that I needed to release it out of him, and now I see the drive the determination the anger surpasses that of any demon in existence. As he was speaking he was dodging both Miku and dates attack but Dante didn't even seem to notice that she was there all his attention focus and drive all his anger and aggression was aimed at Virgil it was like Miku wasn't there to him at all it was just him and Virgil Miku listened carefully and looked to Dante. He didn't even see her. She had to calm hi down, deceiding to ignore Virgil for the moment she moved in front of Dante." Dante stop!" Dante looked past her and went after Virgil his drive and determination was UN matched." Dame Miku you really are trying art you it's no use like I said his demon is relentless it will focus on one thing until the job is done that is why they are so valued in military operations and such they don't quit he dogged this way and that as Dante climbed up walls and on dealing following him hacking and slashing all the while focused soul on killing his brother Miku growled."you should be thinking me Virgil", she then rand and grabbed Dante's arm holding it." Dante stop please, look at me!" For a split second Dante looked at her. He held eye contact. Lowerd his hand backed away and sat on the ground" Helene, child why are you stopping me. What is your purpose in doing this the Dante you new is gone I am natural the legendary hunter of all demons Lucifer himself fears me that is why he locked me in this retched boy himself but now I'm free and can go about what I was charged to do for tho unsends of years ago."he starred at her with blood-red eyes and a skin the tone of the night sky. Miku made sure she held on."No, the Dante I know is in there, he hasn't hurt me, and would never allow you to hurt me ....even if he doesn't know me anymore", she said softly."please don't kill Virgil, I would like that honer, and i it's a body you seek, i may be able to help you with that...", she said keeping here eyes locked with his" dearest I don't need a body I want out of this one" sadly it would kill your friend so its either you lose him, or I stay locked up in here. But there might be one way that I know of in my vast years of knowledge but pray tell what will I get in return for ending my thousand-year hunt of Virgil child... enlighten me. "Whatever you what...I will kill him no madder what it takes....even if I have to say goodbye to Dante.................or if I have to die along with him...please"she asked softly."I'm willing to give up my human side and let my demon side take over, enernal sleep doesn't sound that bad"" he the way I know is ancient none of that of necessary young one. I just need something to my life force away from his but keep him force in this world because once its game its gone and I'm free if we do this right we will both get what we want. Or it could go horribly wrong and everyone in here will perish as is with old methods there is always a risk but are you willing to take it Miku nodded."yes", she said softly and slowly released the demons arm well then I need you to find me a rare plant it's called the shadow weed bring it to me and we will begin. Miku stood."her do I find it?", she asked softly well you see there in lies the problem no one knows It's rumored to be somewhere up in the contains in Hawaii Miku sighed but knew she had no choice."then ill start my search"" well it is the only way to save him and I give you my word I won't hurt Virgil until you get back. Ill sit right here I waited two thousand years what's another month going to hurt he isn't going anywhere." Miku nodded and with a sigh headed off to start her hunt the demon sat In the middle of the room intently staring at Virgil trapped n where to run now is there. Miku sighed she made her way up the mountains looking around."why do I have a feeling this won't be easy" The mountain was big and very on ok. Ous looking and things scattered in and out of sight contently rustling things Miku sighed softly as she began her search."wish Dante could see this..." Virgil was talking all. The while.to the ancient Hunter joking and making snide comments Miku after a mouth returned carrying the shadow weed close to her. She was tired, and looked a little worse for wear, but she was still standing. "I'm back", she said softly. Hey it's me Ryukyu ((EPPPPPP*HUGS TIGHT*)) The demon sat in the middle of the room as he had promised, Virgil remained i the float g sphere untouched and pacing slowly in circles laughing and looking intently from the demon to Virgil to the root in her hand.(* returns the hug* how are you*) "Now what?" Miyu asked soft.y Not taking his eyes off of Virgil he reached over and took the root from her and three it into a purple liquid pouring half of the contents i to a bottle he handed it to her" give him this...if all goes well we will be separated if not well.i actually don't know what will happen if it doesn't work I haven't. Done this in a long, long time" Minutes nodded and headed over to VIRGIL. Hoping it would work."here goes nothing", she said and gave it to him Virgil looked at her and snickered giving her a resentful look. " I'm nor going to drink that I don't know what that even is" Miku sighed." I was hoping I wouldn't have to do this ", she said and shivered at the thought. She would do anything to get Dante back. Even If he never remembered her. With a deep breath she took the liquid and placed it in her mouth but didn't swallow it. She then grabbed Virgil face and glaring she kissed him and formed him to drink it. Completely taken by surprise he was forced to drink the liquid after a few moments both Virgil and the demon collapsed and flopped to the ground like dolls. Miku huffed and sat back watching the demon hoping to see Dante After a while the began to transform back into Dante. Once the transformation was complete. Dante looked around once he saw Miku he tried. To run to her and almost tripped in the process, but he made it over without incident and hugged her* Miku blinked and smiled seeing the real Dante. Then before she could even ask how he was he had run over and hugged her. She flinched a bit but smiled hugging him back."hey", she said finally. Jumoing back kinda awkwardly and kinda embarrassed of his actions he took a few steps back and answered in a cool nonchalant kind of tone. " Sup" Miku smiled to him more."how are you?are you hurt anywhere?tiered?hungry?", Miyu asked worriedly looking him over."I'm glad your back to being you, im sorry I was too late before and that all of this happened to you", she said softly tears slowly coming into her eyes. She was just released the man she loved was okay. Hr shook his head and looked around grabbing his weapons and putting them away" yeah i actually don't remember much" Miku blinked."what do you remember?" All o remember was a siren dragging you under the water then i just backed outbid couldn't let them take you. Cause...i...cause .i....i. Umm mm god why is it so .....i. Love....you. His voice trailed off int a whisper as bespoke Miku blushed DeepL, she carefully went very to him and smiled looking him over." I love you too", she said softly Dante shyly ran his hand threw the Fri t of his hair."r.reallytthats awesome I'm so glad" he gave her a bright smile and. Sat on the floor looking at his surroundings Miku looked him over."are you sure your okay?" Dante watched her look him over and gave her a big smile" yea him fine" and he get up and took her hand and walked her to the age window ABD sat down looking out over the city. " Beautiful isn't it" Miku blinked a little."yeah, it is...", she said staying close."I keep feeling like this isn't real", she said softly He loved over." what do to mean" Miku frowned." Virgil has messed with us so many times....how do I know he's not messing with us now, that your really you?" Dante nodded and looked around" your right i wouldst trust tholes either. I don't know how I can prove to you that I am real." he looked outbox the window and. Pointed ti the sky it was a bright. Yellowish red color Miku frowned a little then looked back out the window and smiled softly Dante noticed that beseemed kinda upset and. Scooted himself closer to her." hey what's wrong why are you so upset. Install over relax, we have won finally" Miku looked to him."are you sure?", she asked softly

Devil May Cry RP|rating:2.0

The Teacher & Mob Boss Son Student

The Teacher camp; Mob Boss Son Student (CLOSED)Jennifer Bianchi was one of the youngest teacher teaching at Constance Ballard school. She was twenty-three years old and this was her second year in teaching. She was a favorite of a lot of the students. Some of the teen boys tried it on with her of course, but she didn’t encourage it, and she wasn’t interested in teen boys. There was one boy though who was more manly than some of the teachers. Blake Gambino was a senior who was known as the schools bad boy. His father was a Mob Boss and that came with quite some power. Some teachers gave him straight A’s just because of being scared of his father but not Jennifer. He would have to work for an A in her English Literature class. Blake had turned up late yet again to her class with no excuse. “Thank you class you are dismissed. Blake stays behind class.” She said standing at the front of the room wearing leopard print and black dress. “Have fun with Miss Bianchi don’t do anything I wouldn’t. Which doesn’t leave a lot out.” Tyler joked with Blake. Tyler was one of Blake’s boys. The class empty out and they were alone. She walked over to Blake’s desk and sat on the desk in front of him. Her dress slid up her legs a little. “Blake you’re not going to pass this class by turning up late and not studying. I don’t want you to fail. What can I do to help you? Do you think you need some 1:1 tutoring?” She said. Blake chuckled, punched Sal in the arm for good measure, then he took one last puff off the joint. Then he stepped out of the car, just as the bell rang“Make sure you get me some of that top shelf bourbon coming in tonight Sal, don’t let those goons sell all of it” he reminded his driver as he ‘returned’ from lunch a full 90 minutes late. He walked into the school, no one saying anything to him, then walked into his lit class and sat down. Jen was giving him an evil eye, but he didn’t much care, he had read all these books years ago. Classics and all that what not, but they told it like it was back then. None of the bullshit history and lies getting in the way. That was why he liked it. He liked grit. He liked raw. Furthermore, he liked real. Not this pansy shit Bianchi called him out as the bell rang, and he just shook his head. He leaned back and watched as everyone left, and the little blond walked up to him in her little skirt He took the time to notice her then, really watch the way her hips shifted, her core stayed engaged, her breasts heaving against her blouse as the top was too small, her tots were bigger than they looked, or she was breathing to heavy.“What do you want me to say Jen, this birds the shit out of me and I don’t find myself wanting to be here. I mean if I do this one on one, do I have to come to class? Cause getting my day started earlier could be a real blessing” he said with that classic jersey monster accent as he adjusted his coat “Blake you know you’re not supposed to call me that. It is Miss Bianchi to you. I don’t get why you find so hard to just show up to class and listen. I am not a boring drone on teacher. You might think you’re wasting your time with Literature. I wish you would just give me a chance to share my love for Literature with and let me do my job and teach you. If I tutor you of course you have to come class. Do you really find my classes that boring you don’t want to be here at all?” Jennifer said. She really made an effort to engage kids. Literature can be confusing and sometimes boring, but she always taught it fun ways because she loved her subject. “You know you have so much potential Blake and if it was any other student not showing up on time, not turning in homework or failing tests miserable I would go to the principal. Blake, I need you to try at least. I am willing to tutor you before or after school whatever works for you every other day because I believe in you.” She said. She really wanted him to do well in her class. Furthermore, she cared about him. Furthermore, she knew he probably wouldn't use much of what he learned from school going to his father's field of organized crime, but she still wanted him to leave school with some good grades. Furthermore, she was attracted to him but of course she wouldn't act on it because she was his teacher and that would be wrong. "I am not going to just give you good grades because of who your father is. I want you to work hard and feel how great is when you actually accomplish something by working hard and putting effort in." She said. She reached across to touch his arm softly. He was quite muscular, and she liked feeling his big and strong arm more than she should. She looked into his eyes. " I believe in you Blake. I know you can do it." She said. This he could get used to, Ms B was a very attractive teacher. He found the sudden attention to be very gratifying. And what she said let him know just how aware she was of his standing in the local community.“I appreciate what you’re trying to do. But I can barely get up on time as it is, and staying after school is going to put a serious hurting on my job” he told her as he looked up into her eyes, she had piercing blue eyes that made him catch himself“But I have to respect you not just bending over cause of my dad” he said as he looked where she had reached out to touch his arm. He put his own hand over hers, seeing her small delicate hand swallowed by his large muscular hand.“But I’ll work with you if you work with me on this, it can’t be extra class time. It’s got to be different. You say you don’t drone on, but I can’t tell much of a difference” he said honestly as his eyes left hers, then roamed over her nose, her cheeks and chin, her hair. She really was something to look at“You think you’ll be willing to work outside the box with me?” He asked “Just give me one night a week and I think we can turn around your grade. I am not that boring that one night would be torture, am I?” Jennifer said with a laugh. She was really trying to make a difference in his life. Although she knew she couldn’t turn him away from the family business she could at least made sure he left school with at least one good grade. Jennifer had always been drawn to ‘bad boys’ so his family business didn’t really put her off him but her mind trying to stay in control of the battle with her feelings because she couldn’t act on how she felt. It would be so wrong for her as his teacher. Blake’s big hand on top of hers made her feel tingles. “Blake I am of course, or I wouldn’t take my time to talk to you about it. I care but you also have to care. Do you want to get a good grade in my class or do you not care? I know you have whatever you have going on out of school but for a minute just think about how you want to leave this school and leave my class. You don’t have long left.” She said. There were other students not getting the greatest scores, and she cared about those students of course, but there was a little more about him that made her care so much. He looked at her, weighing her words. Blake was no idiot, and he liked to read, he liked seeing things through another’s eyes And speaking of eyes, his wandered briefly over his teacher. Her long elegant neck was accentuated by her brilliant blond hair, the bronze color of her skin really contrasted with her blouse, making the swell of her substantial chest even more appealing. Her blouse was pulled snug against her waist by that tight skirt, which hid just how full her ass might be“I tell you what Ms B, you keep it interesting, and I’ll come, but only for an hour. 7pm on Wednesday is the only slot I can give ya. If we can’t meet anywhere I might be seen. I do have a reputation to protect” he told her as he shifted in his seat, leaning closer to her, his eyes dipping to her plunging neckline, and he licked his lips“As soon as it gets boring I’m out. None of the droning and lecturing neither” Jennifer saw Blake’s eyes dipping to her cleavage, and he licked his lips. She blushed playing with her long hair. “Blake you need to give me a chance though. Can’t just walk out on me. I am taking time out of my personal life to help you. I wouldn’t normally suggest this but seeing as you need to be somewhere you won’t be seen I can tutor you at my apartment if that works for you?” She said. She knew she shouldn’t really suggest him coming to her home for tutoring, but she had already said it now. Furthermore, she felt she could keep control of the situation and make sure nothing inappropriate happened. Furthermore, she thought she would be able to keep him in line. “So, tomorrow night 7PM at my place.” She said. She wrote her address on a piece of paper and handed it to him. He smiled at her“I appreciate the effort Ms B, and if you keep it enticing I’m sure I can continue to come” he told her with a smile as he stood up in front of her, taking the number from her, he stood closer, so she had to tilt her head up to look at him, which gave him a fantastic view down her top. His hips were very close to her“I am actually a big fan of literature, it is amazing how a good author can take you to a different place and time” he told her with a smile, then he turned and left her class. He quickly headed out to where his ride was waiting For him. He had a good bit of networking to do, in a club, at a party, all the things related to his real future “I would have never guessed that Blake. That is very true that a good author can transport you to a different place and time. They can also make you feel intense emotions from just words.” Jennifer said. She watched him turn and head out of the classroom. “Don’t get yourself in too much trouble until I see you next.” She teased him. She liked watching him walk away. He looked as good from behind as he did from the front. She finished grading some papers before leaving the school and driving home. Jennifer lived in a nice apartment. She shared it with her boyfriend Sean who was a handsome guy but boring so boring. He was safe and that is why she dated him. Her heart had been broken too many times by bad guys just like Blake, but she felt there was much more to Blake. Sean worked away from home a lot with his business so he wouldn’t be around when Jennifer would be tutoring Blake. She got herself ready for bed and Sean rang her at the same time as every night. He was so predictable and never spontaneous. They even had sex scheduled he was that predictable.“I miss you baby.” Sean said. “I miss you too. I am so tired though babes can we talk tomorrow?” She said. “Of course, angel. I love you.” He said. “And I you.” She said. She never really said the L word to him, she gave him the same response every time. The night her dreams were filled of Blake and their tutoring getting very up close and personal. She knew it was wrong dreaming of him but as long as she didn’t act on it would be okay. The next day Jennifer couldn’t get Blake off his mind. There was just something about him. She went through her day thinking of how she could engage him in tutoring. She went home earlier than normal from work to set up her dining ready to tutor him. Furthermore, she sat watching the clocking wearing her outfit from her day of work Agra mid sleeved dress with long black leather boots. It was 7PM, and she was worried he wouldn’t show up. Blake didn’t really remember his night. What he remembered was waking up at 2 in the afternoon and nursing a hang over. He was almost about to go out with the fellas, having gotten washed up and changed, when he’d seen his copy of Dante’s Inferno that hogged his memory. He pulled out his phone and texted his friends. Then he looked at himself in the mirror, ready to go clubbing he was looking good, but he was never a guy that tried too hard. Then he grabbed the keys to his Benz. At 7:15 he knocked on her door Jennifer watched the clock ticking away and Blake still wasn’t there yet. She was starting to feel disappointed thinking he wouldn’t show up. She heard a knock on the door and went to open the door. Furthermore, she saw him stood there looking like he was ready for a night on the town not tutoring. “Well thanks for finally turning up. Please don’t waste my time. I am giving you my personal time don’t mess me around. I do have a life out of school.” She said. She tossed her long hair back clearly annoyed with him, but she couldn’t ever be too mad with him.“Follow me.” She said. Furthermore, she led the way into her dining room her ass swaying. “Now told me you’re a fan of literature what are your favorite books?” She asked him. She sat down at her dining table there were many different books laid out on her table that were her favorites. Furthermore, she hoped he would like at least one of her favorites, and they can jump into getting him ready for the big tests coming. Furthermore, she really was passionate about getting him to pass. He would leave her class with a good grade she was extremely determined. Her place was more quaint than he had imagined. A small little apartment, but that’s what they said about teachers salaries. And he gave a half-hearted mumble of an apology as his eyes slid up and down her form. Then snug gray dress hugged her frame, setting all her curves off, he couldn’t help but smile as she turned to lead him in. Good lord he half whispered as he slipped a buckle in his mouth and a bit down.“I like Dante’s inferno, and I’m a huge fan of the scarlet letter” he told her as his eyes slid over the books on the table”And some of the more modern sci-fi occasionally” he said as he noted they were not a genre represented on the table”I see you left some of the fun ones out” he joked as he turned back to her”Tell me what some of your favorites are. Tell me why you like them?” “I like the scarlet letter too. I am not into sci-fi at all not my thing. My favorites are here on this table.” Jennifer said. On the table was Romeo and Juliet, Pride and Prejudice, Jane Eyre, Withering Heights, Dracula and old classics. “I don’t know if you know anything about these books, but their common theme is romance. I fell in love with books in high school. I love to get lost in a good book.” She said playing with her long hair looking at him. “The next book in class that we will be focusing on is Romeo and Juliet. Have you read it before? The main themes are love, conflict and family. You could probably relate to the family conflict with your families line of work.” She said. She wouldn’t directly come out and say the Mob, but she was aware of his family’s lifestyle but didn’t want to be disrespectful to him. “Yeah I’ve read it. It takes a bit to get my mind ditched over to really getting old English like that” he told her as he smiled up at her, again noticing just how well the dress accentuated Ms B’s body.“So I’ve read that if you wanna talk about it. “ He told her as his eyes worked over her hips, toned stomach and a pair of breasts that he was deciding were larger than he had realized, which can be tough on such a slender woman. But she never wore anything as snug as that to class. Maybe this was her way of keeping these tutoring sessions more exciting?“So Ms B, we can talk about that book, but I am dying to know what’s going to make these sessions at your place more titillating than class?” He asked with a smile as he let his eyes dip to her chest at the word ‘titillating’ Jennifer was surprised hearing him say he had read Romeo and Juliet. She watched his eyes moving over her body. She played with her hair blushing a little. “Well Blake I am still not quite sure just what you need to keep you engaged. You are a difficult student. Most students just want to please me by doing well, but you really don’t care about doing well it seems.” She said. She tossed her long hair back. “I think you need a different kind of reward system to encourage you. Make it interesting for you. The more you know, the more you will be rewarded. I will quiz you on your knowledge and every time you get something right you get something want like me not being mad when you turn up late or skipping the occasional class.” She said. “Vouchers” he asked as he looked up at her, becoming very aware of how she was playing with her hair, and the way her own eyes wandered over him”Well I am an exceptional student, that’s why I’ve read the twisted tale of you my lust” he told her as he stepped closer to here”And You’re right, I’m not in it to please you just so easy. As far as the vouchers for skipping class, the admin will never do anything about it” he told her as he stopped standing almost in front of her, his eyes looking down her dress“You’re going to have to make some very interesting vouchers” he said with a grin as he imagined a few vouchers he could think of.”I’d need real ‘get out of jail free card’, to make this worth it. But I’ll let you think on it. As for the literature, I love the flow of old English, but at times it is overly rich and can spoil your palate. For me though, the ways in which she imagines him so the craziest. He is no angel, but she can’t help but want him. It’s strange how some woman can’t help but want the bad boy. What do you think about that? The bad boy lust thing basing perspective?” “Just so you know I would bail you out if you ever needed, and I shouldn’t say this, but I would be your alibi if you ever needed one.” Jennifer said. She really shouldn’t be offering to lie for him because a false alibi could land her in prison, but she wanted to get the point across she really cared for him. She hadn’t really spent much time alone with Blake other than when he was in detention and being in her home was breaking so many rules. The way he looked at her made her feel tingles.“When read Shakespeare I think it is important to remember he created a lot of the English language in his writing. Well yes he is no angel and he kills her cousin. Her feelings were strong and pushed aside the bad. The thing about young girls especially when it comes to bad boys they know they shouldn't, he will just break her heart but still they believe they could change him.” She said. She really had intense feelings for Blake, but she was naive teenage who wanted to change him.“In my teen years I went for bad boys myself and I think it is the danger, uncertainty and how intense and fiery the love can be.” She said. Furthermore, she knew if she ever ended up being foolish enough to let something happen between them the passion and fire between them would be extremely intense. “I want to challenge you right now if you can answer 5 questions on the tragic love story and each you get right you can request me to do one thing for each, and I wouldn’t put any restrictions on it. What do you think?” She said. Why was that the case? Why did girls insist on fixing men? Like they needed it, but he didn’t want to get tied up in that crazy line of thinking.“Yeah she was real quick to let her man off the hook so she could justify laying under him, because really, that’s what she wanted. She wanted to be had” he said as he looked her in the eye, admiring the cool blue fire there“No restrictions? He asks with a raised eyebrow. She wouldn’t be that naive would she.“Done” he said before sh had a chance to re-think her offer, or take it back all together.”Fire away” Jennifer knew she probably would regret say no restrictions, but Blake needed something more than just her praise to keep him engaged in learning. She wanted to make sure he did well, and she would do most anything to make sure he would leave her class with a good grade. Furthermore, she was aware he probably wouldn't need to use Literature in his line of work, but she wanted him to achieve something by putting hard work in before leaving school. Furthermore, she felt, although he was a classic bad guy he had a lot of good in him too, and she was really passionate about teaching him." Finish this phrase. O, here will I set up my everlasting rest, and shake the yoke of inauspicious stars. From this world-wearied flesh. Eyes, look your last! Arms, take your last embrace! And, lips, O you..." She said. She didn't really think he would be answered many of her questions right. Furthermore, she felt he was smart but not book smart he was street wise. “The doors of breath, seal with a righteous kiss” he said as he looked into her eye, smiling as he responded. The real question was what to do. Slow and subtle and in control? Or just get straight to it. He knew he couldn’t rush this He sat there waiting to see what she would say, he was going to make her sweat! He sat down and grabbed the book, flipping through the pages. Finding the quote.“Quite a sad scene to kick us off with. I would have thought something a little more fiery” he told her with a grin“Next question” "You missed a little. It is the doors of breath, seal with a righteous kiss. A dateless bargain to engrossing death! Although you missed the last line I will give you it. Are you wanting to keep your rewards until we are finished or do you want them in between question?" Jennifer said. She was pleasantly surprised that he got it right, but she doubted he would get the rest of the questions she had in mind right. "Would you of preferred me to call you Pilgrim and tell you how you do your hand wrong?" She teased him. She took the book away from him." Who was Romeo in love with at the beginning of the story and can you tell me anything about the girl?" She asked him. Her questions were going to get trickier as they went along. She wasn't going to go easy on him because she liked him. She needed to test his knowledge and push him. Furthermore, she wanted to really see him use that brain of his for more than criminal schemes. He smiled back at his teacher, admiring the way her golden curls framed her face. She was smiling at him and there was a little twinkle in her eye as she challenged him. He kept asking himself what he wanted from these vouchers.“Any chance I could get something to drink?” He asked her as he found himself thinking about the dress she was in. That’s when he decided what he was going to do with that first correct answer.“Well I recall she was sworn off love, and I think that is half the reason Romeo quit her. I couldn’t imagine being unable to hook up with a girl I was after. Sex is way too important to me. “ He told her as he gave her a wink“And it was Rosaline, which I always thought was fun how and where Shakespeare used roses” he told her as he stood up from the table waiting for Ms B. to head to the kitchen for a drink. He was going to use his first voucher to get him out of trouble. As she stood up to lead him to the kitchen, he followed. He watched the way her ass shifted under her snug dress as she walked. He reached out and grabbed her plump ass as she led the way“Ms B, you’ve been doing your squats. This is very nice” he told her as he gave her ass a light pat after a good squeeze “Sure I can get you a drink.” Jennifer said. She was finding herself enjoying tutoring him quite a lot. She liked spending this 1:1 time alone with Blake. Furthermore, she blushed hearing him say he couldn’t imagine being unable to hook up with a girl he wanted. Furthermore, she wasn’t surprised sex was so important to him. Furthermore, she had heard many stories about him being a ladies man and how he had slept with most of the girls in the school.“That is right it was Rosaline, and she was the reason he went to the Capulet’s Ball, but his heart was stolen away by Juliet that night and Rosaline was out of the picture.” She said. Furthermore, she stood up from the table. Furthermore, she led the way to the kitchen. Her hips naturally swayed as she walked. She was surprised to feel his hand grab her tight ass. She stopped in her tracks. Furthermore, she looked back at him. He slapped her ass. She bites on her lip. She liked his hand slapping her ass like that, but she shouldn’t. He was her student. “Blake you can’t grab me like that and yes I do my squats, but you shouldn’t be looking at my ass I am your teacher.” She said. She moved away from him into the kitchen. Furthermore, she opened her fridge which had a couple of bottles of wine, cans of beer and some cans of coke and Fanta. “What would you like?” She asked. He smiled as she fussed at him. He could tell that she liked it, now he couldn’t help but wonder what he could do with 4 more!!“Sorry Ms. B, you’ve got a great ass and I just couldn’t help myself. It feels even nicer than I imagined. You’ve got that perfect balance of muscled shape and soft give” he told her as he followed her into the kitchen“That’s one get out of jail free card used“ he told her with a wink as she opened the fridge.”Yeah men’s Hearts can be fickle, since it’s really their cocks they think with. I’ll have a beer” he added at the end of his statement rather casually“Why don’t you have some wine” he told her as she looked back at him”What. This is supposed to be the interesting version of class”, he said with an innocent shrug.“Either you have a glass of wine. Or you change into something more comfortable. You look great in that dress, but I can’t imagine you wouldn’t rather be in pajamas” he said as he wondered. Was she a robe kids gal? Maybe shirt and shorts? Maybe a tank top and no bra? He was kinda dying to see which she would take Jennifer blushed when he said she had a great ass. If this was the first get out of jail free card he would use what would happen if he continued to get her questions right. “Blake you are underage but seeing as we are doing things less than traditional. I don’t mind giving you the one.” Jennifer said. She handed Blake a beer. He then suggested she have some fine, and she rolled her eyes at him. She laughed at him shrugging it off innocently. “Okay I will have one glass of wine and yes I would much rather be in something else, so I will change.” She said. She poured herself a glass of wine and took a sip. “Now while I get changed you can think about the next question I have for you. What happened when Romeo saw Juliet for the first time?” She said. She left him to think over the question. Furthermore, she went upstairs to her bedroom and changed into a white lacy see through baby doll. Furthermore, she came back downstairs to him. “Have you got an answer for me? Lets continued our teaching on the couch at the table is too formal let’s just make this casual not too serious.” She said. She got her glass of wine and walk into the living room. He watched her walk off, taking a drink from his beer as her dress clad ass swayed out of site. It wants but a minute or two before she came back into the kitchen, his body throbbed at the site. The low neckline showed just how full and firm her breasts were. The see through showed her flat stomach and curving hips. The lace barely let him see what should be panties, but he honestly couldn’t see anything?! She spoke up, drawing his attention from her amazing figure“Just as I feel now” he said with his best smile and a wink as he followed her to the couch. He took a seat and half turned towards her“He’s over come with her beauty, it’s the classic love at first sight” he tells her as his eyes drift back to the low neckline, watching as her breasts push against her nightie as she leans down to take a seat. Blake’s eyes were moving all over her body. Blake had Jennifer blushing once again. This young man had her blushing like a school girl and it was embarrassing. She was extremely attracted to him, and she liked being alone with him. “Your answers are right, but you need to bulk it up with information. When it comes to the exams which will give you your final grade from me, you need to give me more. I would answer it Romeo saw Juliet for the first time during the party. He told her that his lips wanted to kiss hers, but she was stand-offish, but she couldn’t resist his lips. They had an undeniable spark, and they were meant to be.” She said. She ran her fingers through her hair drinking her wine. She gently touched his arm. “I am really surprised. I think there is much more to you than I realized. You are very intelligent. You just need to apply it to your studies.” She said. Her hand lingered over his muscular arm. Oh, she liked the feel of his arms. Her fiancé didn’t have arms like Blake. She was lost in feeling his arm for a moment or two but then snapped herself out of it pulling her hand away. “Now for this next question bulk up your answer. Give me detail. How do we know that Juliet fell in love with Romeo in part 2?” She said. He smiled as she pointed out his lacking depth. He watched as she drank her wine and toyed with her hair, she was stunning. Then she turned towards him, running her hand over his arm, she seemed lost momentarily before asking her question. He was only half listening, her hand on his arm had his heart rate picking up. Well there was her touching him, but as she had turned, her neckline had dipped dangerously low, displaying a tremendous amount of cleavage. It had also pulled the hem of her baby doll high on her slender toned thighs.“Well that is a tougher one. Lots of opinion in that answer” he told her as he lifted his hand to her arm, letting it slid up to her shoulder“But first, my second ‘get out of jail free card’ he told her as he looked deep into her eyes. As he did so, he caught the strap Of her baby doll, and slowly pulled it down off her shoulder. The neckline diving, almost slipping off her left breast, the brown of her areola, her nipple likely the only thing keeping it up!!“And you have to leave it that way” he said with a wink Blake brought his hand to Jennifer’s arm. His hand slid up to her shoulder. “This is your third Blake don’t lose count.” She laughed. She looked into his eyes as he moved the strap down her shoulder. Her left breast was nearly bare. The material over her left breast was barely staying up. She knew she would have to stay very still to make sure her left breast didn’t fall out. Now she was regretting giving him no boundaries on the get out of jail free cards. Her nipples were hard poking out of her baby doll.“Come on Blake give me an answer. You can do it. I believe in you. This time I am not going to be so kind if I feel your answer is lacking depth though.” She said smiling at him. She couldn’t believe the position she had got herself in with him. Furthermore, she couldn’t tell him off or pull the strap back up and regain control because he had event the get out of jail free card, and she had done what he said. He let his eyes slide up from her neckline. He had been openly eyeing the work he had done, and when he caught her eye, she would inevitably blush. It was too easy, she really liked this“That’s tough. Some say you know it by the way she talks after the party, even before the famous balcony scene. But for me. It’s not really proven till she drinks the potion. That’s the one by if truth. That’s when you know. Other people will argue over their fated relationship and her choice of him over family. But for me, it’s not til she swallows” he said with a smile as he shifted, turning toward her more. He was curious to see if he moved around, how soon might that left side of her baby doll slip. That would be fantastic“Sue me if you don’t like my answer though. That’s a very subjective question“ Jennifer was pleased by Blake’s answer he was putting effort into his answers now. “The thing with Literature you need to remember is there isn’t just one answer. If you have points to prove your opinion then it is right. My only correction would be I wanted to know about part 2 not the whole play. You need to be careful when answering questions not to answer more than what they want. So I would have pointed out as when she spoke to the moon saying she was in love with the wrong person because of who he was.” She said. She finished her glass of wine. “I am going to get another drink do you want one more beer?” She asked. She had sort of forgotten only one strap was keeping her baby doll up. Furthermore, she stood up and the material over her left breast fell forward. Her large left breast out. “Do I really have to leave it like that? Little inappropriate teaching you with my breast out.” She said laughing. He watched as she got up, his eyes growing rather large as she did. The shift in her body was all it took, the strap that was hanging off her shoulder slid free completely revealing her breast. She looked down at the revealed flesh, a full round melon stood proud almost right in front of his face. Her nipple was small and rigid, crowning the peak of her curvaceous chest“Holy shit” he whispered as she stood there, only half hearing her question. His eyes stayed locked on her revealed breast“Well it is certainly distracting, but it’s also more interesting than anything you’ve done in class” he said as he finally yanked his eyes up to hers“But that’s not what you agreed to Ms B, you should be more careful” he said as he scooted closer to her and stood up in front of her”Let’s go get that drink” he said as he lifted the beer in his hand and finished it Jennifer was blushing her left breast just hanging out and the other breast was barely being covered the one strap still on her shoulder slipping a little. Her nipples were hard in the cold air. She could hear him whisper ‘holy shit’ his eyes on her large breast hanging out. She playfully slapped his chest. “Oi my lessons are interesting when you listen and turn up on time.” She said. She led the way into the kitchen. Her baby doll very nearly slipping off. It was only being held up by one thin strap. She poured herself another glass of wine and got him a beer out. She slid up onto the kitchen worktop. Furthermore, she sat there looking at him running her fingers through her hair. “So last question Blake. This one doesn’t really have a right answer it all comes down to your evidence on proving your point. Do you think Romeo and Juliet actually loved each other or was it just lust and them searching for escapism?” She said. He watched her as she got his drink, his member beginning to stiffen as he watched her exposed breast jiggle as she moved, her arm sometimes jostling the full firm orb. He followed her as she slid onto the counter, standing directly in front of her, he took a drink then leaned in close, his hips pressing against her legs as his hands settled into her thighs.“Well that’s a great question. Love has to be tested with time, list is much more easily proven. But can you fall in love if there is no lust? He countered as his hand slid up her thighs, the firm silky skin felt amazing under his big rough hands.“I think that is the great suspense that he leaves us with. Because it is very clear how little they knew each other, but how lost they were in one another” he said as his fingers approached the hem of her baby doll, hiked up high on her thighs as they were Jennifer looked at Blake as he pressed his hips up against her legs. She felt his hands settled on her thighs. “Well love isn’t something you can measure. It isn’t a commodity. Well you can love someone but not in lust with them.” She said. She thought of her fiancé. Furthermore, she wasn’t in lust with him, but she thought she loved him, but maybe that was because he was an easy option. He completely adored her. Her fiancé loved her much more than she did him. Blake’s hands were moving up her thighs. His hands were so big. She felt tingles all over her body. She knew she shouldn’t be letting him touch her like this, but she didn’t actually want to stop him. “They didn’t know each other long, but some would say it was love at first sight for them, but I don’t really believe in love at first sight. It is lust at first sight not love. Lust can become love though.” She said. His fingers moved to the hem of her baby doll he pushed the material up her thighs. She found herself parting her legs naturally letting him stand in between her thighs. “So last out of jail free card what do you want? The hour you promised me is coming to an end soon. I hope you enjoyed this 1:1 more than you thought you would and that you learned something.” She said. She touched his chest softly looking into his eyes. “I have learned something. You are way smarter than you let on. You have much more to you than brawn.” She said. I think you can have love without lust. But I think to BE in love, you need lust” he told her with a smile as he let his eyes shift down to her full exposed breast. Her legs parting, letting him closer to her. He felt the heat if her body pouring off of her body. Then she asked him about his last cardie smiled at her as she complimented his intelligence“Well thanks, and you are way hotter than I realized” he said as one hand lifted from her thigh, and cupped her exposed breast. He squeezed the warm flesh in his hand softly, feeling the flesh billow out between his fingers, her small nipple pressed hard against his palm. His eyes shifted up to hers, as his other hand pushed the hem of the baby doll all the way up to her waist, exposing the Lacey panties, the thumb of his hand sliding high on her inner thigh, a hands on her breast slid, letting his thumb slowly slide around her nipple“If class was mite like this, I’m sure there are lots of things about me, you’ll find impressive” he told her as his thumb slid over the fabric of her panties, just above her sex Jennifer laughed hearing Blake say she was hotter than he realized. His hand moved from her thigh and cupped her bare breast. She was stunned he just grab her breast. He squeezed her breast. She bites down on her lip keeping a moan in. He looked into her eyes as his other hand pushed the hem of baby doll up to her waist. His thumb was moving higher up her inner thigh. She was frozen she hadn’t said a word or even moved. She was in shock his hand on her breast and the other getting closer to her pussy. Her heart was racing and her body tingling. He slid his thumb over the fabric of panties covering her pussy. “Blake stop! You can’t touch me like this.” She said. She didn’t push his hands off. Furthermore, she knew this was wrong. Furthermore, she was breaking every rule having him in her home and then letting things get inappropriate between them. Furthermore, she was struggling her body was saying hell yes but her mind saying no stop before you fuck up your career.“Um isn’t there some party you need to be at. We need to stop here the hours up, and you can’t be like this with me, I am your teacher. It is my fault though I let you in my home and let you cross boundaries. I am sorry Blake.” She said. She wanted him but this was so wrong. He smiled as he stepped back, one hand sliding down her thigh, the other slowly releasing her breast, his fingers teasing her nipple.“That’s the last get out of jail free card” he said with a smile, using his charm to quell her frustration”Besides, like you said, this has been a great conversation“ he told her as his fingers scooped up the strap still hanging on her arm, he pushed it up to her shoulder, covering her beautiful breast once more”You are right” he said, pausing to tilt the beer back down his throat and drink the entire can”I do have a party to get to. Otherwise, I will see you in class and B.“ he said as he turned from between her thighs, and walked out the door Jennifer found herself being disappointed when he pulled his hands away from her body. He pushed her strap back up her arm covering her breast up. He downed the last of the beer. When he moved out from between her thighs she missed the feel of him against her. She didn’t really know what to say watching him walk out after touching her like. She hadn’t actually wanted him to stop, although she told he couldn’t touch her like this, and it was wrong. Furthermore, she couldn’t believe he was leaving her after that. Maybe she was just another toy to play with to him. She stayed sat on her kitchen counter. She was so wet from him just touching her just little. Furthermore, she slid her hand down her flat stomach and then up her baby doll. Furthermore, she slid her hand into her panties and pushed three fingers into her wet pussy. Furthermore, she moaned out fingering herself on her kitchen work top. “Oh Blake.” She gasped out surprising herself. She wondered what he would think if he knew she was fingering herself on the work top in her kitchen thinking of him. Furthermore, she was fingering herself hard moaning out her fingers soaked in her juices. Blake couldn’t believe himself as he walked out. His cock was trapped in his jeans, swollen and hungry. But the night was young, and he’d likely be able to get some skank to suck him off at the club. The game he was playing here requires a little more....tension, he thought as he smiled to himself He hopped in n the car and his man drive him off to the club There at the club he took his usual table and had liquor and coke soon distracting him from the days desires His karma went off, and he stumbled out of bed, the nights affairs a blur. Well he did remember the little brunette that had slid under the table and milked his cock, relieving the tension in his balls. An hour later had him stumbling into school well after first bell, and made it to his math class just as it ended. Ok so he’d made it for the last class of the day, English, his favorite He smiled as he took his seat, winking at Ms B as he did so Jennifer fingered her tight pussy making herself cumming hard. “Oh Blake.” She moaned out thinking of him as she orgasmed. She went to bed and dreamed of Blake all night. Oh, she knew this was wrong lusting after her student, but she couldn’t help it. She wanted him like crazy but still her brain was telling to stop before she crossed a line she could never come back from. She went to work the next day wearing a blue zipped dress that went to her knees, under was a black silky bowed bra set and black suede laced up heels. She went through her day teaching classes. Furthermore, she couldn’t get Blake out of her mind. Furthermore, she wondered if he would turn up to her class today. “Mr Gambino lovely to see you on time.” Jennifer said smiling at him. This was a rarity having him arrive on time to class. “So today class we are start on our new book Romeo and Juliet. I want to know what you already know about the tale. Blake seeing as you have given the class the pleasure of your presence on time today how about you tell us what you know.” Jennifer said running her fingers through her hair. His classmates all looked surprised she would call on him. Many of them doubted he would know anything about the story of forbidden romance.

The Teacher & Mob Boss Son Student|rating:2.0

Bound For Life

Ambrosia didn't want to leave. She couldn't leave...but she had to. In the morning, before Jonathon had awoken, she slipped away. Kissing his lips softly. She ran home.ran into her house and got her things. When she was ready, she wrote a letter to Jonathon, and left it on the counter. Knowing her mother would send it for her. Then, without a final word...she was gone. Maybe she would be back, maybe she wouldn't Jonathan was holding ... air. He had felt his woman's precious lips on his, and he always enjoyed whatever flavor chap stick she was using. Feeling the warmth of her lips, he reached up to hug her as he always enjoyed doing. Normally, he would begin hugging and holding her and sometimes slipping his hands underneath the back of her shirt so he could caress her skin. But this time, there was nothing. He got up; looking around, there were no traces of her save the necklace in his pocket he had taken off her. He had to be even more careful of the necklace, it was now shining brightly. After re freshening himself in the little boy's room, he went out, though it was still early, to go say goodbye to Ambrosia. After circling the block a few times, he realized something: the house was simply not there. There was no more house, no foundation, no indication that something was there at one time. Knocking on the door of the neighbor, the grouchy old man simply said, "What are you talking about kid? There hasn't been a house there in ages. Just those trees. Crazy boy, I'm going back to sleep." How could a house just up and disappear? Ambrosia looked around. Her home was blank and colorless compared to the bright pastels of the world she had so missed for so long. "Jonathon would love it here...." she whispered to herself. "Just wait...the necklace will bring him here as soon as it's right. As soon as he misses me enough that the power will be set free. It's going to be ok," she told herself. Then, she walked outside and headed off. Her family was not allowed to come with her...so they now lived in a house light years away where their memory had been wiped of her existence. The tears started only about six feet from the house...but she forced herself to keep going anyway. Okay; so, after returning home bewildered by all that had happened, he did that nasty thing that teenage boys sometimes do when they are lonely or hurt. And he called it nasty only because that is what the majority of people would call it; in reality, it was like any other private addiction that could temporarily cover hurt and pain. When he was finished, he felt no better than he had before. Funny, when Ambrosia was here - he didn't do that at all because her kisses, affection, and love were enough. His Dad had finally come home in the middle of the night and Jonathon was not sure if he ever had gone to sleep; he knocked on the door. Jonathon wasn't sure he wanted to talk to his Dad. But he sure wanted to talk to Jonathon. "Son, I'm sorry. I'm sorry; I'm really sorry." That was all he could say at first, tears dropping to the floor. "I'm sorry for not being there for you and for drinking all the time. Please forgive me son." Of course, he forgave his Dad. Why wouldn't he? "Son, I know all about it. My time is gone; I can never be like you and the girl you like. I saw her last night ... thought there was in intruder in the house. I followed her ... she's a magical son ... she belongs to a magical kingdom, I don't know what it is. Furthermore, I only know people like you and me don't walk through magic portals. You have to go there; I know that now. I've been holding you back. I can't go because I am not worthy." Jonathon pulled his father closer to him to hug him; he and his dad had never connected like this before ever. "You saw her? Please Dad; show me. Come with me, show me. You are worthy." Ambrosia walked until her feet hurt. It was so far away, and she was so tired...maybe she could just stop, and rest for a mere moment. 'Alright...but just a minute' she told herself. She slumped down next to a tree and fell asleep. In her dreams she saw Jonathon. He was crying and she didn't know why. She tried to speak to him but he didn't respond, or even look up at her. "JONATHON!" She screamed, jolting awake to see it was just a dream. "I think it was here; or maybe it was here. Somewhere around here son." Jonathon looked around; it was very close to the place the house used to be. But how would he get a portal to open here?" Nah Dad, I ... I think you're crazy." But his Dad would not hear of it; he grabbed Jonathon. "Son, you must believe me. This portal just rose up out of nowhere, and she went in it, by herself. I know what I saw." Taking the necklace out of his pocket, it was glowing. It was as if the moons were summoning him somehow. But, he didn't know exactly how the necklace would help." Yes, yes son! That's it; that's what the portal looked like ... two large circles joined together I guess. Just like the necklace. That must be the way." But Jonathon didn't know what to think; disappearing houses, glowing necklaces, vanished girlfriend ... even if he believed his Dad wasn't just seeing things, what good did any of these things for him? "But Dad, what do I do now?"" Son; I guess, believe." Ambrosia fixed herself a small meal and began eating. She walked down a small path through the woods. Finally, she reached a cottage. It was a small, measly little house. It was made of bricks that were crumbling, and the thatched roof was starting to slide off the top. The door didn't look like it could possibly fit a person, but Ambrosia walked towards it anyway. When she got about six feet away, a little woman in tattered clothes and a little witch's hat came scrambling out the door screaming. "Ambrosia darling! I'm so glad your here!" when the little woman reached her, she wrapped her arms around Ambrosia's waist and squeezed her in a tight hug. "I've missed you so much darling!" She let go and looked Ambrosia in the eye. "Uh, yeah...hate to ask but, who are you?" Ambrosia asked quietly. Jonathon seemed to give up; the girl he loved was gone, and what was he supposed to do now? Oddly, his Dad opened up more to him that he had gone to AA the night before and that the reason he called him for help was he was on the verge of giving in. But he didn't. Jonathon's sensitive heart enabled him to open up to his Dad; when his Dad was sober, he was actually an awesome guy. As they walked back to the house, his Dad said, "Hey, I know there was a house there where your girlfriend lived. I don't get what happened to it. But I wanted to show you something she ... what was her name, Ambrosia? - something she left behind here one day when she came looking for you." When they got to the house, father showed him a smaller, journal like book. It read on the front, "Entering the world of fairy tales."" I'm sorry I didn't tell you about this earlier, but I kept it 'because I was mad at how much time you were spending with her." "Dad!" Jonathon said, but his father quickly added, "I was wrong, I know. That's why I know I don't think I can come with you; this is your destiny." Jonathon glanced through the book and flipped through the pages; he could not read any of the gibberish. However, at the front cover ... the symbol of the circles or moons or whatever they were was clearly evidenced. The symbol was deposed into the cover, perhaps almost large enough for Jonathon to place her necklace into the impression. "I...am your grandmother dearest!" The woman shrieked happily. She took Ambrosia's hand and ran into the house, Ambrosia walking quickly along behind. "Oh...that explains some things," she said. The woman's house was quite cozy. A small fire was burning in a fireplace on the far wall, and the large wood table that took up most of the room was covered in delicious looking food. Ambrosia wasn't hungry in the least, but if the woman wanted her to eat she would. This lady scared her a little. She was worried that if she disobeyed there would be some serious consequences. His Dad ran through the book himself; he would occasionally give a nod or a, "I see." Jonathon turned to him. "You got something, Dad?""Oh, yeah ... uh, that would be a nugatory. No, uh ... nothing. But the symbols are pretty." Teo chuckled a bit and did a fake punch to his father on the right arm." Well son, you going to insert the necklace into the cover?" But Jonathon nodded his head. "No, not if you're not coming with me." But his Dad could not make such a promise. "I can't Jonathon, I've done some bad things in life. You should go on this adventure."" But Dad! Ambrosia can help you, I know she can. She can cure you; before I met her, I did all kinds of bad things. Then, when she began liking me and spending time with me, she turned my world upside down. I've never been so happy!" So his Dad pointed out, "See, that's why you should go! She's your girlfriend." Jonathon put his head down not sure what else to say. Then looking up, "She's the best person I've ever met, she will be your friend, she can help you. Maybe you'll be her father-in-law one day." His Dad grinned at him and gave him a big, gruff daddy hug. But of course, Jonathon was too old for that. "Please Dad, I can't leave you behind. I don't even know what I'm doing."" But what about withdrawal symptoms I might go through?" Jonathan pulled his Dad close to him and squeezed him tightly. This was the reason why kids made fun of him at high school; he seemed to be more sensitive the most guys. "We'll go through it together." "Here child, eat up while I get the maps!" The lady said kindly, shuffling off into the room off the little kitchen. "Ok..." Ambrosia said, sitting down and nibbling at a piece of bread. She then picked up a carrot, which made her think of Jonathon for some reason. She didn't know what to do now but cry. "Amber darling? Are you okay?" The lady came back with a huge pile of maps and books and things. "N-n-no... I'm really n-not." She said quietly. "Well why not?" her grandmother asked, sitting down to comfort her. "My...my...my boyfriend... Jonathon, I miss him! I always wanted to go home, to come back here but now that I'm gone I just want to go back and be with him. I love him so much, he's absolutely perfect, and I would do anything to see him again!" She told her grandma everything, crying all the while. "So Dad, why are you packing? I thought we talked about this, you're coming with me." Jonathon was ready to try putting the necklace into the cover. "Well, you never know son, we might need a few things." But Jonathon just chuckled a bit. "If this is a place of fairy tales, then I think everything we may need will be right there." Just in case, his Dad brought all the usual components; flashlight, food (canned), maps. Yeah Dad, Jonathon thought to himself: we need a map of I-87 so we can find his princess's house! :)"But do you put that necklace on the cover here or back where we were?" Jonathon wasn't sure, but he knew he was ready to find out where his love was at. Gently, he placed her necklace on the cover, right into the grooves of the cover of the book. While it slipped in quite easily, it wasn't so apparent what was happening." Oh ... sorry son; I guess I was dreaming all of it." But Jonathon did not give up so easily; he had realized exactly what happened after thinking about it for a while. Portals are doors; doors to other places. Walking around the house for a moment, he got his Dad to follow him. "Look Dad ... we have a choice." He had reached a place where there were two doors. One door led to a walk in closet; another door led downstairs to the basement. The necklace and book were fully glowing now; the first door had quite clearly the strange insignia symbol etched on it. The other door had etched into it what appeared to be a bottle of wine. Opening the book, Jonathon read: "Fellow travelers, the door you must take will bring you to me; don't follow the other unless that choice truly is how you want to be." Suddenly Ambrosia stopped crying. She could feel the portal open, but it was not close by. "JONATHON!" She shrieked, "He's coming grandma! He's coming! He's going to be here!" She was so excited she couldn't possibly contain it any longer. She took the stack of maps from her grandmother and was out the door before the old woman could bat an eye. "Now, all I have to do is find him!" She whispered as she began her trek into the woods once again. After a mile or two she stopped. "Where would he possibly be? I just don't know." She pulled out a map and studied it for a while. She then came to the conclusion that he'd probably landed somewhere near Loveland Prairie...it was the safest place for the New Ones, as the humans were typically called. "No Dad, we're not going through that door." But Jonathon's father continued to hesitate. There was no time to lose; Jonathon had never physically pushed his Dad before, but for his own good he was going to have to. He quickly opened the door with the strange symbol of intertwined moons and literally pushed his father through; following quickly behind with the book in his hand, he closed the door. He was not going to let his Dad spend an eternity in addiction hell, and he'd have to apologize later for being so rough. For a moment, there was a gentle but deliberate falling; there was darkness, so there was no telling exactly where they were going or what they were doing. Suddenly, they felt the weight of gravity pull them to the ground; no longer was it dark, but now it was bright so that one had to adjust their eyes to see. "Son, are you still there?" While it was a deliberate, hard fall - no injuries ensued. Looking up, there were blue skies and clouds. Looking around, he saw prairies. Nothing but prairies. The grass looked like it was just turning green from the turning of the season, and it was not quite long yet. Jonathon half expected that if he walked far enough, he would meet Laura In galls Wilder on her little house on the prairie set. He could hear his Dad's voice, he was close; but not close enough to see exactly where he was. Looking at his book, it had now turned a different color and opening the pages, he saw familiar scenes of snow-white, Cinderella, medieval chivalry. Where was he? And where was he going? Did Ambrosia live here? Ambrosia headed off in the direction of the Prairies. Hopefully she would make it there in a matter of hours, now whether Jonathon stayed where he was, that was questionable. She expected he wouldn't get far though...she wished she could send him some sort of message that she was coming, and not to move. "JONATHON!" she yelled, knowing he probably couldn't hear her. She set off into a run, wanting to get there as soon as possible. She ran and ran until she couldn't breathe anymore. Furthermore, she stopped to catch her breath but only for a few moments before taking off again, this time at a quick walk. "MY CELL PHONE!" She said loudly. She pulled her cell from her pocket and sent a quick text to Jonathon...hoping desperately he would get it. There was a 10% chance it would make it and a 90% chance it wouldn't get there and be lost in cyberspace forever. She was willing to take that risk for Jonathon though. "Dad! Stay where you are, I am having trouble finding you. Keep talking to me."" Jonathon, all I see is grass ... lots and lots of grass. I don't think I broke anything in the fall, but I think I'm lost son." Suddenly, Jonathon heard the wind shout "Jonathon" with the sweet voice of an angel. Perhaps he would go ... north ... or what is south. Could he be walking east or west? He wasn't quite sure. Opening the book did not help him much either; again, more illustrations of various fairy tales and stories. Suddenly, some narration took a hold of him on the pages. It read as thus:"The beautiful fair lady of the land, Ambrosia, went searching for her love in the Loveland Prairies. She needed to give Jonathon an important message ..." The words stopped, but a picture of a cell phone was clearly being drawn onto the page. Ambrosia waited. 'Did it work?' she wondered, hopefully. "Ugh," she mumbled. She kept walking. Moving quickly towards the Plains, worrying about Jonathon. She checked her phone a few times, knowing he was sometimes slow to respond, but wondering if it'd even gotten to him. She could sense a feeling of another being. 'His dad...' she thought. She was suddenly scared, she'd never really met his dad, but she sort of knew he didn't like her much. But she didn't know why. The cell phone text read, "stay where you are, I love you." His Dad's voice seemed to be going away from him, he was not going near him. The grass of the prairies seemed to get longer and longer when moving out and seemed to get shorter and shorter when getting in. The book gave no further narrative of what he was supposed to do next. Not sure what else to do, Jonathon got down on his knees and bowed his head, trying to think what he should do next." Ambrosia!" he cried out; he had no one else to turn to and no way to know what to do next. Ambrosia finally reached the Plains. "Ambrosia!" She heard a scream from a few feet away. "Ouch," she replied, breaking into a smile as she came upon her love. "JONATHON!" she squealed, kneeling next to him and holding him close. "Oh, baby...I missed you so much!" She lifted his head and kissed his lips softly. "I cannot even tell you how happy I am to see you!" she hugged him and kissed him again. She was as pure as he remembered her; and yet, in this place - she was even more real and more beautiful. He did not want to let go of the kiss when suddenly, he heard, "See son, told you she was magical." Jonathon smiled. His Dad seem to hesitate and turned around, knowing he probably had broken some bridges in the past toward both he and Ambrosia. Handing the journal back to Ambrosia, Jonathon asked her what was the book, what was it made of, and what was this place he found himself in? He had other questions like - was he and his Dad forgotten back in earth just like her house and her family had been forgotten? And what would have happened if his Dad had taken the other door? He was also afraid he would never make out with his girlfriend again since his Dad was standing nearby; oh well, not to fret too much. But Jonathon had a feeling that he and Ambrosia would be the ones taking care of his Dad in this place." Why are we here and why did you have to leave?" Jonathon asked. Ambrosia looked at him. She didn't want to stop looking into his eyes, but she shifted position until she was laying on his chest. "Well, this is my land....it's the land of fairy tales. I'll explain more later but you're here because I need you, I really truly love you and cannot live without you. But more importantly, it's mutual...the only way I could bring you here is if we both need each other," she smiled up at him and kissed him again. Then, she looked at his dad, her eyes changed to nervousness instead of love. "Um, hi...sir," she finally managed to say. Ambrosia couldn't tell him, she couldn't tell Jonathon she was leaving. She was too afraid of what he would say. That and she was afraid that if she told him she'd chicken out and not go. But she had to, she needed to save her world no matter what it takes. Yet she grabbed her phone and typed in his number. "Hey" She texted and waited for a response. She got one right away and quickly asked him to come over. Then, she hoped for the best. Falling ... Jonathan was falling ... it felt safe and not so safe at the same time. It felt safe like he knew he was supposed to be falling; it felt unsafe because he didn't know exactly where he was. He looked all around him and saw circles of light everywhere. Various multi colors .... not like he was yet where he was supposed to be, but as if he was travelling there. Quickly. Suddenly he heard, "Sometimes it feels just like I'm falling in the ocean." Oh, that was his ringtone from Blue October! Jonathan had been in some sort of ... trance, which the ringtone quickly extracted him from. It was like a daydream, because he was not fallen asleep. It was Ambrosia! She was always cute when she wanted him. She'd first text "hey" to see if he was awake. He didn't even have to wait for the second text; he knew it was time for him to go and spend some time with her. Slipping on his shoes (he hated tying laces), he went over to her house. He looked at his watch ... 3:30. Hmm. Parents might not be home yet. Should he be polite and knock at the front door, or should he scare her through the secret entrance? Ambrosia continued to pack her things. She hoped he wouldn't scare her because if he did, she wouldn't have time to pack her things up and move them where he wouldn't find them. But knowing him, he probably would. She was going through in her head what she wanted to say to him. She could say she was moving...but why? Furthermore, she could tell him she was going on a vacation...but when was she coming back, and where was she going? Then, there was the choice that was looming over her, and no matter how she tried to push it away, it was still an option....she could break up with him and then leave. But she loved him...a lot. And he was the only reason she had stayed here as long as she did....she did miss home, but much less when he was there. When he was around...it was like this was home. But it wasn't...and now she had to decide what she was going to do. Jonathan was mean; he had learned how to ring the doorbell, run to the back door, walk in through the den [not the kitchen, the floors always squeaked], and then grab his girlfriend from behind and give her a great big kiss! Yeah, it startled the daylights out of her ... but he loved doing it! Except this time he could feel something was very different. The unsaid things of life were blaring so loudly, how could she think he couldn't hear it? He stopped and looked around; while everything seemed to be the same, it seemed different. Almost as if the things he saw didn't really belong there. These feelings inside of him made him uneasy; he never felt them before he met Ambrosia. Now, he had these feelings all the time. Quiet; yes, that is what he heard. Quiet. Where were her siblings at least? Maybe this was ... the talk. You know, things aren't going so well, maybe we should take it easy. Damn! He knew he shouldn't have asked if he could stay over one night. To be frank, he just wanted to be away from his drunk Dad. He blew it ... again. "Wait, Ambrosia. Let me explain. I only asked to stay over that one night because my Dad was a little drunk. He's getting better, and I won't ask again ..." "What are you talking about?" She asked, worried. She looked at him for two seconds but didn't want to hear the answer. Instead, she shut the door behind him and hugged him as tight as she could. Once she let go she looked up again, clearly waiting to know what he was talking about before. She remembered him staying that one night, but she hadn't known why. Of course, she hadn't cared...he had his reasons, just like she had her reasons for leaving that day. So, she waited, still mulling over what she was going to say to him. 'Maybe I could just tell him, tell him my secret and explain why I'm leaving...that way he won't worry' she thought. But she knew very well that she couldn't do that...it would break the one most important law of the Fairy Tales. "Ambrosia. Ever since I met you, I have feelings. Not just romantic feelings; but, I don't know - what do you call it when you can sometimes sort of feel what someone else is feeling, but you can't put words to it. I think ... I think you're breaking up with me. Can't we just have one more day together? Maybe we can be friends afterward; you know ..." He started crying; like a girl! He moved his eyes out the window." You know", Jonathan thought in words. The world is a very cold place at times. He wasn't going to tell her how he had started having visions ... or that he found himself in odd trances from time to time. He was doing everything he could to rescue the one relationship he finally ever cared about! Ambrosia just stared at him. "W-What? Why would you think something so ridiculous? She hugged him again. "I love you and I always will.... I just wanted to see you before I go on vacation," She said, leading him into the sitting room and sitting him down on the couch. "I'm going on a long vacation...and I don't know when I'll be back. I'm leaving today...but not until later, and I wanted to spend the day with you!" She said smiling. Then she cuddled up next to him. "So, what are we going to do?" She asked him. She hoped with everything she had that he wouldn't ask any questions...but knowing Jonathon, he would. So she changed the subject and waited for an answer. Whew. He thought for certain she was leaving him. Well, wait a sec. She was leaving him; but it's a NACA. Normal people have those. But usually people plan them. And usually people ... Jonathan stuffed his feelings on the "back burner". He had been good almost all his life doing that; just because empathetic feelings suddenly took hold of him now, shouldn't make it any different. He hugged her as hard as he could ... ignoring the nagging feeling that something was still not right. But that's okay, if you can't beat 'em - join 'em, right?" I guess we could kiss for a little while." A twinkle sparkled in his eyes. "And then, we could start packing for your vacation. Are you going someplace warm or someplace cold?" One little question looking for info. Couldn't hurt. Of course, maybe he could go with her and leave this Godforsaken town. She smiled and placed her lips softly on his. Then, she looked into his eyes...she loved his eyes, they were so beautiful. "Warm," She said. She knew the land of Fairy Tales was always warm, that's why she loved it so much. She kissed him again, slightly longer this time, before getting up. Furthermore, she took his hand and led him down the hallway to her room. Three suitcases lay on the bed, one already full of her books and the other two had a few pairs of clothes sloppily thrown in them, as though her sister had packed it. She sat on the bed, pushing one of the suitcases out of the way. "Well, packing it is...," she said getting up again. "When we're done here, I'll make us a snack, and we can go to the park," She told him, walking over and hugging him close again. She felt like she was losing him...like she was never coming back, and even though part of her knew that was possible...she didn't want to let that thought take over. So, she focused on loving Jonathon for as long as they had that day, just in case it was their last. The warmth he felt when he held Ambrosia close to him and the way she would kiss him like he was the only person in the world was something he could not comprehend; sometimes he thought his mind would explode trying to comprehend the unconditional love. As he kissed her, as she fawned over him, he noticed something shiny from the corner of his eye. It was a necklace; beautiful, even though he couldn't quite understand the symbol. It sort of looked like moons intertwined together. In an act of desperation, he snatched it and put it in his pocket. Just in case he did lose her, he would have a piece of her. He could remember where it came from. Maybe he would wear it when she went to ... where was she going? Normally, she was neat when folding clothes in her suitcase. Ahh, it didn't matter. They were together." I do want to go the park with you today; to our special place where we cuddle. I'm sure I can convince you to come back." He ran his fingers through her hair; "Where are you going anyway?" he asked while he gently wrapped his arms around her waist. She turned to face him again. "Um...this is going to sound really, really strange. But I'm asking you not to question it. I don't actually know where I'm going," She said. "I hope that doesn't make you think anything bad... I, just...my mom won't tell me" She leaned up and kissed him again, hoping it would keep him from asking questions. Finally, she finished packing. "Ready?" She asked him, taking his hand and leading him away. He didn't know it, but she'd seen him take her necklace...she had wanted him to because if he missed her enough, the portal to her world would open, and they could be together again. She pretended not to notice for fear that he'd try to give it back. She pulled him out the front door, yelling at her mom on the way." I'm going to the park with Jonathon! I'll be back later!" Once outside she pulled him close. "I love you," She said, kissing him as though this might be the last time she ever kissed him. Completeness; wholeness. For the first time, the words that described the rush he felt when he was with Ambrosia finally formed a concrete idea. He was complete with her; he was full on the inside. He kissed her with fervent ardor; he tried not to make it too hard, but gentle like she was gentle. When the kiss broke, he looked into her eyes. He picked her up with his arms and decided to carry her to their special place in the park. There, they cuddled underneath the bleachers. Sure, some people walked by and saw them. He didn't really care; they were together. "I love you Ambrosia; I would go to other worlds, so I could be with you." He didn't know why he said it, he just knew it was the right thing to say. Was he drunk with love? Or simply silly. He put his hand in his pocket and grasped her necklace. "You have to come back to me; you have to. Without you, I might die ... I ... I want to be married to you." There was a pause; he realized he probably jumped the gun on his feelings. It just overcame him. He held her close again; ringtone! His father was calling; he looked at his cell phone for a moment, not sure what to do next. She smiled. "I love you too...more than words can explain. But, answer your phone or your father will be mad at you. And if you have to go... I'll come with you. Even if it means helping with your chores" She grinned at him, remembering the countless times she'd gone to his house and helped him finish his chores so they could go out that night, or hang out for the afternoon. She waited while he talked to his dad. She didn't listen to what he was saying but focused on his face. Furthermore, she suddenly wanted to cry...she didn't want to go. Not without her soul mate. She couldn't go...but she knew she had to or her world was at stake. She buried her head into his shoulder and cried...hoping he wouldn't say anything. Jonathon didn't know what to do; sure, his dad had called him many times before speaking incoherent words. He wished he was getting yelled at for not doing his chores, perhaps he could understand what he was saying. But for the first time, he heard his dad say, "help me, please". And now, his best friend of all was crying uncontrollably. He knew he was losing her, he didn't want to believe it. Yet on the other hand, someone else he loved wanted his help. Not knowing what to do, he brushed aside Ambrosia's hair. He wiped away her tears and smiled as best as he could. "I need to check on my Dad ... I need to talk to you. Please come with me." He was not sure his smile was calming enough to her. She looked at him as though that one comment was enough to save her life. "Ok," she said taking his hand. She followed him.knowing these hours were going to be their last. She'd been trying so hard to tell herself she'd be back, but she'd accepted that she wasn't. But that didn't mean it didn't hurt.a lot It didn't occur to Jonathon, not even for a moment, that his Dad would not be at home, and he'd be calling from somewhere else. And where that somewhere else wasn't anywhere he knew. Ambrosia brightened the house with her smiles. So it was Jonathon and Ambrosia, sitting in the proverbial tree together. There were so many things that Jonathan wanted to say; so many feelings surfacing for him; he loved his Dad, but not the way he would sometimes drink himself into oblivion. He also knew that if his dad was not home yet - it would be another rough night. Turning to the love his life, he held her closely, losing himself in what he knew would be the last day he would see her in a long time. He gently kissed her neck, her lips, her hair. He felt a burning sensation ... in his pocket. Turning away from her for one moment, he pulled the strange necklace out. It was glowing brightly. It was literally burning; he didn't want Ambrosia to know he had it. But, why was it glowing? He turned back and resumed caressing his love; he put the amulet back in his pocket, this time in between his wallet. He hoped it would stop glowing ... at least stop burning." Can I stay with you tonight? And then see you off tomorrow? I think my dad is going to need the night to ... to ... ya now Ambrosia, he was wrestler when he was younger. " Jonathon began crying. He was losing both people he cared about. Ambrosia looked at him. She just stared at him...he was crying, she was crying. She didn't know what to do or what to say. "Yes, of course you can," She whispered, kissing him again. "I just want you to know that no matter how long I'm gone...your still my one and only love. I'll never love anyone else... I'd rather die," She told him...holding him close to her. She carefully moved until she was sitting in his lap with her head on his shoulder. All she wanted to do was fall asleep. Fall asleep and never wake up again, because she knew when she did, she'd have to slip away. (do you understand that joke there?) And leaving him would be worse than her worst nightmare. Sleep did come upon both of them; Jonathon lost count at how many strands of hair he counted from his love's locks. Whether he even ever made it back over Ambrosia's house was also lost to him; for he had a dreamless sleep except for one vision. He was walking along the path of a cliff of a mountain, and he heard Ambrosia calling his name. "Bastian ... bastiannnnnn ... save me Bastian ..." He had not heard that name in a long time; looking down, he saw Ambrosia holding on for dear life off the side of that cliff. But it was too far for Jonathon to grab her hands ... she slipped away ... very suddenly slipped away ... he screamed "Newport!" Her cries of 'help me' woke him up ... Ambrosia awoke suddenly. "Jonathon?" She asked, searching around for him. He was still sitting next to her with his arms wrapped around her. He looked panicked...like he'd had a dream. She looked at him. "You...ok?" she asked him. She desperately hoped he was ok...she didn't think she could handle it if he had any idea what was happening to her. Opening his eyes, Jonathon realized he was only dreaming. There with a concerned face was his angel, Ambrosia. "Had a horrible nightmare that I couldn't save you from falling; like you were going away forever." Looking into her eyes, running his fingers through her hair, and then pulling her close to him, he whispered to her, "I'm going to kiss you forever; this way you can't go." Lovers don't ever speak and tell about their physical affections; Jonathan and Ambrosia had a most wonderful evening together, even though Jonathon could feel it was their last. He didn't know how he knew it; he only knew the necklace he had stolen from her was the key to seeing her again. The night was long; his father did not come home as he had expected. He had Ambrosia, what else could he ask for?

Bound For Life|rating:3.0

The Jansa Prince

Garden sat at his post and twiddled his thumbs. So far the journey from Sol had been pretty mundane and he had been pretty much redundant. As the Junior Technician on the bridge he was responsible for keeping watch on all the secondary systems and emergency backups, but in this day and age, that basically meant he was free to do the coffee runs and help out at any other station that needed it. He sighed. He had spent four years at the Naval Academy and then a further three at Poly Tech getting fitted with the cerebral implants that enabled him to access and communicate with Earth's vast computer systems and the Naval battle systems for this? Furthermore, he felt ripped off. The recruiter had made the job seem so glamorous when he had been approached fresh out of high school. He had been too poor to afford college, but the guy had assured him that the Navy would pay for everything, all he had to do was give them four years service after he graduated. Four years and he would have a college degree, neural implants and high job expectations. Garden had signed without a second thought. Now as he sat here he was beginning to regret that decision. He still had three years to go and the most fun he had had, was flying a shuttle to the moon. Still this mission was supposed to be different. They were flying a bunch of delegates to a conference of the Galactic Alliance on the neutral planet of NAND. It was the first time Garden had been out of the Sol system and the first time he had used the Earths Jump gate. The feeling of going into graspable had been very strange. He had experienced it before of course. He had travelled all over the solar system, and it had become second nature to experience the feeling of the massive FTL engines powering up and then pushing them into the other realm now known as graspable. The longest he had ever been in that realm however was just over a couple of hours. It was always strange to see the stars start to stretch out like a long tunnel of light and then go out. If it wasn't for the throb of the engines you would swear you were not moving at all. Most captains chose to shut down their view screens because of the never ending blackness. On this journey though they had used the Jump gate. It was going to take them almost a month to journey to NAND and no ship had enough fuel for that sort of journey. Instead, the gate would do all the work. The silence had been shocking for the first week, but gradually he had got used to it and the drudgery of every day life aboard ship had returned. He had to attend classes and med bay to have new implants put in so he would be able to access the Galactic standard computer system. Apparently it was a lot cruder to the Earth system, in fact it was almost as crude as Earth's first few computer systems, yet it was the height of the Galactic Alliances technology. At first the Humans had not been able to believe this. After all, these were races that had been in space for centuries before them, yet it turned out to be true. For some reason Earth technology, when it came to computers, and other similar products, was way ahead of anything else out in the galaxy. They also excelled in something else as well. Tactics. They found that out in their one and only battle with the Sober. True it could have been anyone of the races as they were all using the same Tactics. The first time Earth's forces had ventured out into deep space, they had sent five ships. Four heavy battle-cruisers and one Air-destroyer. The fact that they still named their ships on standard Earth naval ships said a lot about their mentality. As they had dropped out of graspable they had encountered a larger fleet of unknown origin. A truly significant event as whether or not humans were alone in the galaxy had just been answered. Unfortunately it turned out they decided not to be friendly. Afterward the reasons would become clear why what happened next had happened. The Human fleet had wandered too close to a Siberian world, and they had thought it had been an invasion. Because the two could not communicate with each other due to their systems being incompatible a fight had started. The Sober's had outnumbered the humans 5 to 1. Unfortunately the usual intergalactic tactics were to simply overwhelm the enemy with sheer numbers. The human Admiral upon seeing the odds, simply split his fleet sending two Cruisers out wide to come at them from the sides and launched all his fighters. Their orders were to harass the enemy and do as much damage as possible to their engines and guns. He was surprised when his two Cruisers were not fired upon, instead all fire was concentrated on his vessel and the two remaining Cruisers. His small fighters were able to do a lot of damage and then his flanking Cruisers opened fire, seeming to plunge the other fleet into chaos. He had not even fired a shot yet having put all his power to the shields, but now he ordered his own guns to fire, and soon the opposing fleet began to run. Being smart he let them. They still outnumbered them, and he was damaged, but had not suffered any loss of life. He made it home and was deemed a hero. The intergalactic community had never seen fighting like it. To actually split your forces was unheard of. That would only make you weaker, not stronger. They could not understand how the humans had won the fight. Still they excelled at so many other things. Clean energy, NATO Technology, Medicines, building materials. There was a wealth of knowledge to be had and after that initial hiccup, Earth had gradually been invited to join the Galactic Alliance. It had not been all smooth sailing of course, it never was. In fact that was why they were supposedly taking these delegates to this conference. Still that was not Garden's problem. He was the back-up to the back-up. The most he would be doing was standing night watches. Still it had got him out of the Solar system, a nice new upgrade, and he would have a chance to sight see. Smiling to himself he got up from in front of his view screen as the chimes for shift change blared out over the PA system. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad after all. He had heard that NAND was the glittering jewel of the Galactic Alliance and one of the most beautiful planets there was. Plus every species there was, was on it. He would be able to try out some new foods, look at all those aliens he had studied in Reno class and maybe even buy a few things for his Mother. As he threw himself into his bunk he laughed. Yeah, things were looking up. {"Light box_close": "Close", "light box_next": "Next", "light box_previous": "Previous", "light box_error": "The requested content cannot be loaded. Please try again later.", "light box_start_slideshow": "Start slideshow", "light box_stop_slideshow": "Stop slideshow", "light box_full_screen": "Full screen", "light box_thumbnails": "Thumbnails", "light box_download": "Download", "light box_share": "Share", "light box_zoom": "Zoom", "light box_new_window": "New window", "light box_toggle_sidebar": "Toggle sidebar"} It basically all came down to Math and Sex. Kabri hummed to herself completely tunelessly. There was now was she could possibly have heard herself anyway, the helmet to her spacesuit had heavy baffling over her ears. The Valor were a hearty people, but they were prone to having their equilibrium easily disrupted in vacuum, so her space suit was specifically designed to keep her ears within their own pressure fields. She hummed nonetheless, however, as she worked on the hull of the Jana Prince scrubbing the fusion-bonded ceramic plating with a NATO-saline solution meant to keep it from degrading during atmospheric entry. It was busy work, and it had to be done in vacuum, which meant that she had to spend a few hours magnetized to the underside of the hull. One of the endless surgeries no one ever mentioned when they dreamed about owning their own ship. So there was no surprise that her mind was wandering, and she came to the conclusion that everything came down to math and sex. Two and two are four. There were so few things that were true EVERYWHERE, but that one fact connected to all of them. Two and two are four, and therefore two TIMES two was four. And two SQUARED was four. And so on and so on… until you could engage a ship’s graspable drive core and use math to bend the fabric of reality around you and make the speed/distance constant your bitch. Math… it drove everything. Except… that it didn’t. People weren’t driven by math, not at all. People were random, nonsensical bundles of instinct. You could never predict a person’s behavior with math… but you COULD predict it if you understood their instincts. Ultimately, it came down to surviving, and to procreating. To Sex. Yep, she thought as she finally finished scrubbing the last ceramic plate. Math and Sex. She had done it, she had solved the whole universe. Time for lunch. She disengaged the mag locks holding her securely to the hull, and used the small directional thrusters built into her suit to coast freely through the black void outside the Prince, finding her way to the upper airlock. From here, inside her ship's orbit, she could see all Nandu, it’s broad open oceans of incandescent green spreading across its expansive ionosphere, punctuated by staggered islanders, all with spiraling chrome expanses of the gorgeous, completely self-sufficient cities the planet was known for. She didn’t know the planet well enough to be able to say with a certainty without the Prince’s nav computers, but she thought she could even make out Exam, the actual Capital City of the entire Grand Galactic Empire. She exhaled, the moisture in her breath making tiny crystals form in the neoplastic of her helmet viewer. For most of her visit here, she had been docked in the Southern Hemisphere; She had delivered a cargo of exotic carbon-forged hydroponic filters to a farming community, collected her pay, and basically spent the better part of the last cycle just chilling out on the beach. But it was definitely time to get back to work, and there was no way she’d find a job worth doing among the egalitarian farmers of the planet’s greenhouse continent. No, the thing to do would be to head up to Exam, and start putting it out that her ship was for hire. She keyed the outer control to the airlock, and eased herself back to avoid the doors as they whirred open, the small open space just large enough for her to slide into. Once she engaged the mag locks in her boots, the ship ran a series of spatial scans, ensuring that her body was placed correctly before it closed the outer airlock door. The interior space of the airlock flooded with gentle blue light, soothing her from the creeping existential dread that had been clawing at her psyche from her extended spacewalk, and purging her body of any foreign pathogens she might have picked up while being bombarded with whatever cosmic horror-radiation might have bounced through her. The inner door opened, and she reached down, gripping the curved metal rack and sliding her body down, letting her legs drop under her to find the deck, and hoisted herself up to her feet. She reached up and disengaged her helmet, letting the static umbilical retract into her suit as she lifted it up over her head, shaking out her short, colorful hair, her elongated ears twitching at their sudden freedom.“Nice to have you back in one piece.” The voice sounded throughout the ship’s corridors, a gentle but subtly powerful-sounding male voice with a pleasant base register that made it sound just a tiny bit sexy. She grinned, tugging off her fine-manipulation vacuum gloves and starting in on the bulky seals on her suit. “That’s right. My life was in constant jeopardy.”“Well, technically speaking, captain… it WAS in constant jeopardy.” She pulled the suit open, peeling its bulk up and over her shoulders, squeezing her narrow, willowy frame through the opening, leaving the shell of the full, bulky armor behind, and her in her light underclothes. She stretched up onto her toes, reaching up toward the bulkhead. “An, we should head planetwide.” She said, descending the stairs into the ship's central cabin, dropping into the acceleration bench, curling her legs up under her as she draped herself back over the cushion, eager to work the stiffness out of her body. “Can you contact the Exactum harbor master and get us a docking order, and then plot me an entry course? I need to take a shower.”“Are you picking up that suit?” She rolled her eyes. “YES.”“Then yes, of course I can.” Xan said, his central processors already setting to his task. After a moment, he chimed in again, “I assume we need one of the small, outlier births? Rather than attract the attention of the local constabulary?” She exhaled heavily, shaking free of her momentary laziness. Her AI was right, she didn’t want anyone looking at her ship too closely. It was ostensibly a long cargo hauler. It’s wide, bulky frame built to accommodate it’s heavy low-slung cargo bay. Structurally, however it was actually built up from an old-model Din Mora Fleet Tug, ships built with massive power cores intended to power the individual parts of the Din Mora Clan ships into contact with each other. The Din Mora were notorious for obsessively overbuilding, and they really did a number on these old tugs; their power output was drastically outperforming their mass by several orders of magnitude. The completely rebuilt drive systems on the Jana Prince were already pushing the boundaries of the legal limit for thrust/mass, but if someone really buckled down and did a complex inspection, she would be in trouble. Still, She couldn’t help it. She loved engines… had loved them since she was a kid. She had built a thing of beauty in the Jana Prince, and she couldn’t bear to part with it. They’d have to catch her first… which, she thought with a smile, clearly wasn’t going to happen.“Yea, An, sounds good.” She said as she hopped up to her feet, stripping her undershirt up over her head, leaving her naked save for her undershorts, her creamy yellow/tan skin shivering at being exposed to the cool, crisp air of the ship’s interior. She flung her top up into the hallway in the vague direction of her vacuum suit. One more thing to clean up later. The landing at NAND was everything that Garden hoped it would be. The huge ship had glided into the spaceport, and he had gotten his first view of an alien world. It was indeed vastly different to Earth. Towering buildings thrust high into the air, far higher than anything that had ever been built back on Earth. The material looked like nothing he had ever seen before, and the shapes of some of the buildings were mind-blowing. Yet as they descended he still caught sight of large stretches of wilderness and oceans and for a place that was so built up the skies were remarkably clear. Earth had done a great job improving its atmosphere but still it could not compete with this. No wonder trade with the Galactic Alliance was so important. As soon as the ship docked, safety protocols were put into place. They were now on foreign soil and as such they were on a war footing. Sure this was a peaceful mission, but they were nothing if not careful. Garen as he was sure he would, was assigned night watch on the bridge. It wasn't all bad, it gave him time by himself, and he was pretty sure nothing would happen. It basically meant he was going to miss out on some sleep for a few nights. Still he had a good book to read and a couple of new Holo's to watch so it shouldn't be a total loss. The first night passed uneventfully, and the Delegates had a productive day. Garden was able to get some extra sleep in the afternoon and so at midnight when he relieved the watch he was feeling wide awake. By 3am that feeling had gone. He was bored. He had watched his Hold's and the book had proven to be a snore fest. Furthermore, he had nothing to do, and his shift did not finish until 8am. He sighed as he looked out the viewport at the spaceport and the city beyond. A thousand lights twinkled back at him, beckoning at him to explore and he shook his head. He didn't have shore leave for another week. How was he supposed to find out about this place until then. Suddenly a sly grin slipped over his face. Sitting down in his chair, he leaned back and made the connections in his mind and pulled up the new neural links that had been established. Sure enough he was able to link up to the planets' computer system. Smiling he took a few minutes to tinker with the settings to set it up for human interactions then dove in. Soon he was swimming in information. He was amazed how easy it was for him to find out things. He started off slow, requesting good restaurants for humans, then places to see, then information on the other races. From there he decided to check out the other delegates. Some of the information was off limits, but with a few simple commands he bypassed the basic security and brought it up. It made for some fascinating reading, and he learned a lot of interesting information. Some of it was the same as the things he had been taught in Reno class. However, some of it actually contradicted the things he had been taught. He chose to believe the reports he was reading. As he was glancing through one file he came across an attachment that was locked. He found that a little strange. Why in the world would a file be locked in information that was already locked? Especially in files like these. Examining it he saw that it would be a simple matter to crack it, in fact for someone like him, it would be child's play, but did he want to? Obviously someone had hidden this file here for a reason not expecting someone like him to look. Could it have been one of the Delegates themselves? Garden debated with himself for five minutes before curiosity won out, and he quickly cracked the file and opened it up. What he found had him sitting up in shock. Inside was the time schedule of the Delegates next meeting, the seating arrangement, a schematic for a shaped charge, a projection of the bombs blast radius and who it would affect and the likely outcome of the scenario. The problem was it was all in an Alien script. Still it did not take a genius to figure out what was going on. The delegates were all drawn in, and it seemed the only ones not getting hit by the blast were the humans, yet he knew these plans were not human so what was going on. Sitting back to think he went through all he knew. Obviously someone planned to blow up the Delegates tomorrow and somehow throw blame on the Humans. He had the plans and could of course throw a monkey wrench into their whole plans, but how did he explain knowing about it? As far as he knew spying on a foreign powers private information was still classified as...well spying. People went to jail for that. So how did he stop them and keep himself out of prison? Getting up and walking up and down the bridge he pondered and deliberated the puzzle for the next hour. He came up with and discarded plan after plan. He thought of putting an anonymous note in the Captains quarters, but he was pretty sure it would not be taken seriously. Furthermore, he could phone in a bomb scare to the delegates meeting hall, but he didn't know how to do that, and besides he was pretty sure it could be traced back to their ship. Furthermore, he came up with and dismissed numerous other plans and finally decided he would just have to deal with it himself. He had the blueprints of where the device was located, how it was attached and how to get to it. All he had to do was get to it before the time it went off and get it to some place safe. Of course, he didn't know when that was, but he could find out roughly when. He pulled up the Delegates schedule for the next day and saw that they were not due in the meeting hall until 10. So he had until then at least. That gave him, he thought looking at the clock, oh crap a little over four hours to find, break into, retrieve and get rid of the bomb from the Delegates meeting hall. Running from the bridge he made his way down to the lower decks. Finally, he hit the gangplank. It was supposed to be guarded, but at 6 in the morning the guard sat in his chair dozing. Garden had to risk it and sneaked passed him and quietly down the ramp. Vanishing into the shadows he ran to the edge of the spaceport and then stopped. Heck now where? Seeing a line of what had to be taxi's he ran up and hopped in one. Speaking in basic the universal tongue he asked the driver, “Can you take me to the Delegates meeting hall?” He got a strange look from the Bast, but the feline just shrugged its shoulders and took off. “You know the place isn't open yet right? I got no problems taking you there, I mean a fare a fare, but they won't let you in.” Garen just nodded knowing a smile was not a good idea to give to a Bast. They took that as a challenge not as a friendly gesture. “It's okay I am meeting someone there, but thanks for the tip.” It took over half an hour to get there, and luckily he had enough money to pay for the fare. As he watched the cab drive away he consulted the file in his head and made his way around the building to a shadowy corner. There he found several trash compactors and an incinerator. Moving behind the second compactor he saw that a grate was loose. So far so good. Wrenching it open he climbed into the duct concealed behind it and proceeded inside. For the next hour he played hide and seek with guards, staff and the occasional shadow as he made his way towards his target. He had to climb several floors, but finally he came to a small utility closet. Slipping inside he found he was too late. The back panel had been removed, and a rope had been lowered. Looking down he saw no light so he guessed the bomb was already in place. He had been hoping to catch whoever had planned this in the act. Now he was going to have to actually do something about the bomb himself. Finding a light was easy enough and after his navy training climbing the rope was simple. What he found at the bottom though was not. It looked exactly like the device in his head. A small rectangular device that was going to explode mainly to the sides and up a little. With the Human delegates sitting at the furthest point away they would escape all harm. Garen looked at how the device was attached. It was not bolted, screwed or put on in any way he could see. Well alien tech meant alien ways of attachment. He looked for anything that might be a switch or release point and then consulted the diagram in his head. There was just one point that looked promising, and he pressed it and one side slid down. Grinning he pressed the same spot on the other side and the bomb dropped into his arms. He was surprised with how light it was. Now all he had to do was get out. Climbing back up was not as easy. He had thought he would just tie the bomb on the end of the rope and pull it up but with nothing to tie the bomb to he had to carry it up. By the time he made it up the two floors he was sweating like a pig and was exhausted. He checked his watch. 9:30. He had at least half an hour to dump the thing, and he had a great idea where. The incinerator. The good thing was the place was now open so he should just be able to walk right on out. Looking around he tried to find something to hide the bomb in. There were plenty of smaller items but nothing it would fit in. Finally, Garden decided to just grab a large cloth, create a sling, hide it in that and carry it out. It turned out to be a big mistake. As he wandered through the halls he began to get the feeling people were looking at him. Maybe they hadn't seen too many humans, he thought, although that really didn't account for the stares. He sped up a little and had almost made it to the front doors when he spotted several security guards on duty there turn and point directly at him. Damn what now? Reversing direction he began to make his way towards the vent he had come in at but several more security guards blocked his way. Damn. Okay something was up, however they couldn't know about the bomb, or they would not be acting so calm. So all he had to do was act calm, and maybe he could bluff his way out of this. One of the guards stepped forward and pointed at him. “You, Human,” he began in basic. “Where did you get that cloth?”Ahh, that is what it was. A simple misunderstanding about the cloth. Well that was easy enough. Wait no it wasn't. To give them back the cloth he would have to expose the bomb. This was not good, not good at all. “Oh this,” Garden said running his hand over it. “I found it bundled up in a dark corner. I just thought it was an old rag or something, but it looked nice, so I thought I would take it home. Why is there a problem?” The guards looked at each other than the leader spoke to him again. “I am afraid there is a mix-up. That is a sacred cloth. You will have to hand it over.”Oh, crap. Now what? There was no way he could hand it over with a bomb inside it, yet it appeared there was no way he was getting out of here without handing it over. He had two choices and they both involved running. One with the bomb and one without. The safest was without.“Oh I am terribly sorry officer,” he began as he started to loosen the sash he had created. “I didn't mean anything by it. Of course, I will return it.” He unwrapped it from around his neck an approached the man. He noticed how the rest of his squad seemed to have relaxed and just before he handed it over he threw it in the air and yelled “BOMB”. At the same time he began sprinting for the exit. At any time he expected to feel something hit him and bring him down, but he made it out the doors and across the road. Quickly he dashed down several roads and alleyways until he was thoroughly lost. Well now he had done it. Sure he had saved the Delegates but at what cost? He was going to have to lie low and scan the news feeds until he found out exactly what the fallout from this was. “Is that… is that the rear compression stabilizer?” Kabri grit her teeth as her hands adjusted within the compressed holograms projected to either side of her flight mount, gripping the spatial sensors and taking tighter control of the Prince’s descent.“By ‘that’, did you mean that shuddering you’re feeling in the controls?” She rolled her eyes. “Yes, An, I mean the shuddering in the controls. Because didn’t we just replace that thing?” The virtual resolution array surrounding her in the Flight Womb displayed her flight path. She eased the Jana Prince through her flight corridor, coasting through the elegant spires of Exam. From here, she could see the broad thoroughfares with their succulent greenery, the opulent waterways, and the towering heights of the Union Capital. She was only flying through, of course; their berthing was in the outer reaches of the city. It might mean she wasn’t able to get AS good a cargo, but it was hard to argue against the possibility of having her ship impounded. As it was, she would probably wind up needing to crack open the hidden panels in her cargo bay for some sort of smuggling job. She didn’t actually consider herself a smuggler, per se… She’d met cargo haulers that actually referred to themselves as smugglers, and they were invariably insufferable prats. Still, in a pinch, she happened to be very, very good at it.“We replaced the stabilizer, but it’s possible that there’s a systemic issue that lead to the failure of the replacement part as well.” Xan was continuing on even as she flew the ship ever downward, across the gleaming glass and transalloy of the city. “We will likely need to perform a diagnostic of the higher flight systems.” She exhaled in frustration. That didn’t sound like a cheap problem. She focused on her flight path for the time being, not wanting to dwell on the very large expense that was likely looming in her future. The Prince made a wide sweep, coasting near the large government facilities surrounding the Capital. She looked up, watching the ebb and flow of distant starships, all falling into place within their docking orders… Wait…“An…is that… what I think it is?” One of the largest ships docked within the outer concentric mass of official buildings was almost the size of a Sober War forge. It was a series of large, cubical masses, all connected end-to-end with a series of large domes stacked off each other toward its aft section. It’s drive system outputs were much smaller and longer than most ships this size. She grew up in space, she knew ships. This was a very particular style vessel, but what the hell would it be doing on NAND?“That is a Star Cruiser. It’s one of the main vessels of the Sol Navy of the Human Coalition.” Humans. Kari’s expression soured. Great. They had to pick NOW to creep out of their star system and start crawling over the capital. They’d be all over the city. She’d have to make sure she was armed.----------------------------------------A lot of captains just dropped their cargo bays when they landed, making for easier egress while they were planetwide. Kari’s uncle Dunbar had always impressed on her what a bad move that was. You never wanted your competitors to see what sort of cargo space you had available. Your ship is your life, and it’s nobodies business just what you’re flying but your own. She exited her ship out of the starboard airlock, climbing down the access ladder. She had changed into a utility coverall, with a small cargo pack fixed to her back, and a tool harness around her belt. Among the various tools was her sidearm; a cold-carbon disruption blaster, a weapon she preferred for its high levels of overkill. Simply drawing it tended to have a pretty resolute effect on most situations. Most potential attackers, when confronted with the intense bass-reverberation of its fusion compressor throbbing in the pit of their stomach while looking down a barrel so wide she could fit most of her hand in it, almost always backed down immediately. When she did wind up needing to fire it, the utter swath of destruction it carved meant she rarely had to fire more than once. She reached the bottom of the ladder, her boots thudding against the fusion-bonded concrete of the low-budget hanger bay she had hired. She looked up, watching the hanger’s umbilical extending to connect with the Prince, refueling and replenishing its raw matter storage. She ducked under the half-open cargo doors, and made her way out into the city proper, ready to find herself either a cold drink or a hot meal. Furthermore, she ducked into a nearby cantina, finding herself a booth near the back and placing an order. Furthermore, she tapped the table, logging into the cities network, entering her ship info into the ‘for hire’ listings. Hopefully, she’d get a reply from someone with a cargo worth hauling before she wound up having to pay long-term docking fees. Garden had made his way back to the spaceport by back alleys and crowded streets. He had managed to change out of his military jacket and now sported an old but serviceable black one. It actually went rather well with his navy pants, and he had to admit he looked rather good. His first thought had been to sneak back aboard ship and pretend like nothing had happened. Unfortunately that hope was dashed when a cordon of Galactic cops was stationed in front of his ship. Looking around he spotted a small bar and headed inside sitting in a small cubicle up the back. He needed time to think and plan. He ordered a cold drink and then started to scan the hold feeds. So far nothing was on the news feeds, but he knew it was only a matter of time. Until then, he had a small window to do a few things. He should get in touch with the Captain and explain what was going on but what could he say. The only proof was in his head and he was not going to download that information on an open network. Besides, he knew the language it was written in was not one of the major ones of the Galactic Alliance. Okay so if he couldn't do that he had to solve this himself. That meant he first had to find out who was behind the attempt and his only clue was that language. He started a basic search for anything that resembled it and then started searching for a way off planet. It would not take long for the authorities to have his likeness plastered all over the place, and he wanted to be long gone before that happened. Of course, he was going to need money for that, but luckily his access to his bank account had not been cut off yet. He quickly created a fake account and transferred all his Naval money to that account. He even added a few zeroes just to see if he could get away with it. Furthermore, he was surprised at just how easy it was and decided to set up a few more with several other banks just to be careful.Finally, with his finances in order and several fake identities set up he sat back and began to drink his cider. Finally halfway through a small chime sounded in his ear and he pulled up the result of his search. The language was old, very old and in fact there were only a few speakers of it left. He ran through the list and several names popped out, but the one that looked most promising was on a small agricultural world not that far away in terms of space distances. Now he just had to find a cargo and a ship to take him there. He started to search around and quickly found a cargo of essential fertilizer and nutrient enricher's. He purchased them and then glanced through the ships available for hire. Furthermore, he wanted one big enough to take the order he had just bought yet small enough to not have too many crew that would remember him. Unfortunately as he scanned all he was seeing were large ships with large crews. He was starting to get desperate when he came across a ship called the Jana Prince. It looked perfect for his purposes even though it did look a little small. However, according to the specs it would be able to carry his load, and really he didn't have time to be picky. He checked out the details and hit the contact button on the add listing and waited for the person to answer. The Cantina was a bit of a hole. Not that it was low class. Not at all. Even in this part of town, they were still in Exam, the capital of NAND, and the actual capital of the entire Grand Empire. These might be the slums, but they were a damn-sight prettier that most whole planets she had been to. No, it was a LITERAL hole. The entire cantina was an artificial crater, dug down in a series of concentric circles that led deeper and deeper into the place, connected by a succession of alternating flights of stairs, down into the lower level, where a large boulder of brightly iridescent stone illuminated the entire establishment. Around the boulder was a completely circular bar, tended to by servers wearing heavy goggles to cut down the glare of their workspace. Surrounding the bar was what probably passed as a dance floor, with a throng of young-looking folks all grinding against each other to the tones of some sort of electron-thob mishmash. Kari liked to consider herself a citizen of the galaxy, but with so many billions of inhabited planets all exchanging cultures willy-nilly, it was actually surprisingly rare to find music that didn’t sound like someone farting rhythmically into a recorder. Thankfully, the server-droids were fairly prompt, so she didn’t have to try to carve her way through that crowd to get her drink. It came in a tall, narrow glass pipette, it’s multiple layers of different density liquids disrupted by a single dollop of density-shifting plasma that worked its way through the different-colored alcohols, the surface constantly steaming away, spilling a dense orange smoke from the top of her glass to pool on the table, where it soon spilled down to the floor. She lifted it, and sipped delicately, wincing appreciatively at the bite of ammonia. They made a decent spurla here, she’d need to remember it. Her food took a bit longer, of course, so she leaned over the table and thumbed through its display, checking out all the local news on the planetary data cascade. The Prince had very good data transceivers, but even it needed to be within range of a major transmission source to keep its files updated, so she was a little bit behind. If she kept to major trade routes (or even better, only used Jump gates) then her ship’s data cascade would be updated so quickly she could send real-time messages to anyone in the entire galactic data network. Of course, that would often mean staying out of entire systems completely. The network simply couldn’t be everywhere, the expense of building and maintaining it… Of course, she scoffed, thumbing through a story about the arrival of the human delegation; that hadn’t stopped the humans. An entire planet of data thieves. They had built a functional data network on their own planet before they had even developed FUSION, had started installing neural uplinks within their own brains before they had even left their solar system. It was unthinkable, but their data technology somehow outperformed every other species in the galaxy before they had even HEARD of a neural cascade. A lot of people (though no one she knew personally) actually said that if you went into human space and linked up with their neural network, it actually performed BETTER than the galactic cascade. She didn’t know if she believed it, but she certainly knew she didn’t trust it. She was a Valor. Her people had always been focused on science, and healing. So of course, when the Sol system had been discovered hundreds of years ago, they had sent scout ships. Nothing armed, just the traditional stealth saucers her people had been using for millennia in their research. They would find isolated humans, tranquilize them, do a series of non-invasive tests, tag them and release them, all to learn about this new intelligent species; and what her ancestors learned terrified them. An entire planet of deviants. They delighted in all manner of twisted behavior, made art forms out of conflict. They discovered atomic energy and immediately detonated it on themselves, murdering hundreds of thousands. And when they stumbled on a downed Valor saucer, what did they do? They imprisoned the scientists within, holding them captive for decades in a facility in the middle of their desert. Denied its existence even to its own people. They were never returned. The Valor had been leery of these newcomers to the Union, but the humans had adapted to almost all galactic technology with unprecedented speed thanks to their advanced data systems. There seemed to be no stopping them. This, then, had to be the reason for this human delegation here on Nan bu; one more step toward the humans taking their place on the central council. She shook her head, sipping her spurla, looking up as the droid brought out her plate of roast Dalian tentacles. It wasn’t really anything to do with her, and she understood herself well enough to know when she was letting her prejudice get the better of her, but it irritated her, all the same. She toggled the table’s display, moving it from the tabletop to a hologram hovering just over its surface, and grabbing up a small bottle of spice nectar to dribble over her tentacles…. A chime sounded on her hold-display. She looked up, reached into the hologram and slid the newsfeed she had been reading up and away, leaving her with her original feed. Someone had placed a bid on her shipping offer. She thumbed through the bid, looking at the shipper’s credentials. There wasn’t much there; they were just hauling basic farm supplements to… she tried to make out the name of the planet, but it was a blur to her. The cargo wasn’t even red-listed; they didn’t need any special certifications to haul it, so they hadn’t needed to put up a lot of info about themselves. The name seemed Iranian, but who knew how close she was. She kept reading, grabbing up a tentacle with a pronged utensil and popping it into her mouth, chewing thoughtfully. Oh lord… they wanted to send a representative. She sighed, leaning back, folding her arms. It wasn’t unheard of… sometimes with these small cargoes the intention was to have a person on the other end to make sure the exchange of goods went smoothly. It meant she’d be expected to provide a bunk for the person, which… She exhaled. She didn’t MIND company, obviously… it meant someone to talk to besides An, someone to play an occasional game of Rogue Deck with. But it also meant she couldn’t just decide arbitrarily to be naked whenever she wanted, or to make a good Din Mora stew and watch garbage old horror vids until she passed out on the acceleration couch. She didn’t fly all by herself by accident. Still, she thought to herself, keying into the bid and accepting it, It’s a job. She needed to stop being so childish about the way she chose these things. The bidder replied quickly stating their location… and she blinked, her drink halfway to her mouth, still churning out it’s thick odorless smoke, pouring down to the floor. They were, in the same cantina? She raised her eyebrows, looking around. Weird. She sipped her drink, and took another bite of her tentacles, keying in her table number. Garden had thought he would be in for a long wait and so was rather surprised when a chime sounded in his head to tell him that his bid had been accepted. As he polished off his cider he was about to call up the details when another chime sounded. Puzzled he pulled up the display and there was a note from the Captain of the vessel informing him that they were in fact in the same bar he was. Garen was amazed. Sure this was the closest place to eat and drink to the spaceport, but looking at the clientele he would not have figured a Captain would have been seen dead in here. Still who was he to judge. He ordered another cider (Definitely not earth apples, but damn it was nice) and checked the table number again. It seemed whoever this Captain was they were down a few more levels. Maneuvering his way through the crowd he soon reached the right level and began to search for the table. He did it slowly and carefully. He didn't want to give himself away yet. It would be better for him to get a measure of them before allowing them to see him.Finally, he spotted the table and was shocked to see a woman seated at it. The fact that it was an alien was not as big of a shock, he had been prepared for that. Yet seeing a Californian for the first time was still a shock. He knew they were similar to humans but the woman who was calmly sitting in the seat eating some type of seafood, and sipping a smoking concoction was one of the most striking beings he had ever seen. She had the body of a model, slim and very attractive, and he was surprised that he found her so, after all he knew she was an alien. Still there was no denying the fact she looked very beautiful. What he found very disturbing however was her coloring. He knew from his studies that the Valor came in different hues but actually seeing someone with Yellow skin, bright yellow skin that looked as beautiful as she did was a little unnerving. As he looked closer he noticed her pointed ears, and he grinned, god they looked cute. Maybe it was just him, but he had always wanted to meet a person with naturally pointed ears. Ever since he had been a kid he had been fascinated with elves and creatures like them. During Reno class that fascination had transferred to the Valor and now that he was actually looking at one his fascination was only growing. He loved her short colorful hair as well. It just added to the exotic nature of her beauty, and he knew traveling with her was going to be both a pleasure and maybe a chore. Stuck alone with an exotic beauty sounded like a lot of peoples dream. However, they were from two very different cultures. Who knew if they even had anything in common. As he continued to study her he noticed that she had tattoo's on her face. He was a little puzzled as he thought that was a practice of the Din Mora. They often tattooed their faces to show which clan they belonged to. However, what a Valor was doing with Din Mora clan tattoo's was a mystery. Deciding he had looked enough, he strolled over and took a seat opposite her." Captain Kari?" he asked. "My names Garden. I am the one who just hired your ship. It's rather fortunate you being in the same place and all. Makes it easier to discuss times for my cargo to be delivered and when I can board so we can get underway." As he was talking he got the feeling that things had taken a sudden turn for the worse. "Is something the matter Captain? You look a little pale." "Captain Kari?" The guy that slid into the booth opposite her seemed to look at her like she owed him something. He had roughly the same build as a Valor, but he was stockier, with broader shoulders, and a squarer jaw. His hair was close-cropped to his scalp, but she had no way of knowing if that was by design or biology. It left his ears uncovered; weird little round things that sat tight to his head, making his whole structure seem even more squat. His coloring was like some sort of sickly pink… it had none of the vibrancy of a Valor skin tone, making him look vaguely squalid… Well, that wasn’t true. He looked healthy as hell. Strong, and young, and full of vigor. You never knew the lifespan of a strange species when you met them, but you learned not to judge people by their years but by the wisdom in their eyes. This one clearly thought quite the world of himself. She finished her mouthful of tentacles, raising an eyebrow at him. “Can I help you?”" My names Garden. I am the one who just hired your ship.” She nodded, sitting up a bit, pulling her leg under herself to sit up a little higher. “Ah, right… right.” she said, wiping at her mouth with a cloth. “The fertiliser guy…”“ It's rather fortunate you being in the same place and all. Makes it easier to discuss times for my cargo to be delivered and when I can board so we can get underway." She turning her head to her side, watching him. He sat so strangely. He wasn’t looking about suspiciously… but he also was very ACTIVELY not looking about suspiciously. Furthermore, he seemed TOO comfortable." Is something the matter Captain? You look a little pale." She lowered her brow at him. “I… what?” She blinked at him. What sort of things was that to say to someone? Why would you just start talking about someone’s skin color out of nowhere… She swallowed. Oh. OH. It all came together to her in an instant. His body looking like a stockier Valor, but with his paid complexion, his stubby little ears… and his obsession with skin color. This guy was a human. She swallowed, her hand slipping under the table. She remembered what they said about the old reports about humans; about they way they would commit atrocities on each other just for having different skin colors. It seemed an utter madness to Kari; the Valor could have two different members of the same family with completely opposite pigments; She was yellow, but for all she knew her mother and father could have been blue. What other possible reason could he have for bringing up her paleness?“You know what?” she said, reaching for her glass, disguising the fact that her other hand was sitting next to her blaster. “I know this is bad business… but I actually just took in a competing offer.” She set her glass down, and held his gaze, her face hard. “So I’m just going to have to decline to take you on my ship. Ever.” Her hand popped the catch on her holster, waiting to see just what he would do. “You know what?” she said, reaching for her glass, disguising the fact that her other hand was sitting next to her blaster. “I know this is bad business… but I actually just took in a competing offer.” She set her glass down, and held his gaze, her face hard. “So I’m just going to have to decline to take you on my ship. Ever.” Garen may not have much experience talking to alien species, but he knew when he had put his foot in it. Obviously he had offended the woman somehow but for the life of him he couldn't work out how. Still he was the Alien in these parts so it was probably something he didn't understand. Looking her in the eyes he nodded. "Very well Captain, it is your ship after all." With a small smile and a nod of his head he stood up. He bowed to her then walked away, back to where he had been sitting before. Okay file that under experiences never to repeat, but a lesson learned. For now though he had to find another ship. Pulling up the list again he began to scroll through them. Like before though most of them were just too damn big.Finally, he just bought space on a medium-sized hauler that was leaving in two days. It was not ideal, but it was the best he could do. He was pinged the berth number and told the hours he could have his cargo delivered and what time he could board. Sighing he finished his cider and walked out of the bar. Now he needed to go shopping. Having only the clothes he was wearing was not a good idea. He needed at least another few sets and some underwear and shoes. Looking at a map of the city near the spaceport he found a decent place only a couple of blocks over. Deciding it would be okay to walk he hurried over. He wanted to be on board his ship by tonight and have his cargo delivered first thing tomorrow. Then he would just wait out the time in his cabin. "Very well Captain, it is your ship after all." Kari watched as he bowed, and walked away. What an asshole, she thought, setting her drink back down, keeping her hand on her blaster as she watched him cross the cantina, and going up a few levels and taking a seat at an empty table. So he was actually going to stay here. She exhaled, reaching for her drink again, quickly downing the last of it, gasping as she swallowed the last drop, her breath briefly filled with orange smoke. She then reached into her hip pouch, drew out a couple of ingots, and tossed them on the table. No way was she staying here, the human could just turn up again. She stood up, popping a couple of the tentacles from her almost-empty-anyway plate into her mouth, and started toward the exit. She’d have to find another spot to access the planetary cascade. The light outside was a little blinding at first; the artificial glow from the incandescent stone in the cantina had SEEMED bright, but it was a strange spectrum. Stepping into the bright yellow light of NAND’s star was a strange shift. She blinked, and started to walk in the direction of the taller buildings. Maybe she’d have better luck closer to the city center. Of course, the city’s network was still carrying her posting, but she just didn’t feel so much like sitting in a dive and being approached by nut jobs. Of course… he HAD left. She had to at least allow that when she said no, he didn’t try to talk his way back into her good graces. He had simply accepted it, and left. It was kind of refreshing, actually. Maybe she was attracting a better class of jerk.“Excuse me, miss?” She looked up, and realized that she was bing approached by a Sober wearing what looked like a very nice formal coverall. If she wasn’t looking directly at it, she might not have ever noticed that it was actually cut to give him a lot of freedom of movement; and a lot of room in the chest to conceal a weapon. She slowed down, but didn’t completely stop. “Are you talking to me?” She asked, pulling her hands out of her pockets but actively NOT reaching for her sidearm. And a good thing to, because he held up a badge. “Just a moment of your time, if you don’t mind?” She looked behind her, and realized that a second Union Agent was approaching her through the crowd, his hands tucked into the pockets of his long coat. She felt her teeth clenching. Was this about the Prince? Would they be involving actual Union Agents over something like a violation of lift/thrust protocols? Shouldn’t that just be a local concern? She stopped, looking back and forth between them. “Ah… no… it’s no problem.” she said, resisting the urge to fold her arms, knowing that would make her look like she was hiding something. Instead, she rested them on her hips, executing a well-practiced casual stance. “What can I do for you?” The second Sober, still walking toward her, drew a portable view mount from his coat pocket, and thumbed it online. An image from the inside of the cantina coalesced, showing her sitting at her table, and the human sliding in to sit across from her. She blinked. What the….“What is this?” She said out loud, looking back and forth between them.“The fellow that approached you in the cantina.” The first Sober intoned. “We have reason to believe he might be associated with a terrorist attack that happened earlier today.” She watched the exchange. It was thankfully short, with the human bowing to her as she left.“Can you tell us the nature of your relationship?”“W...what?” she blinked, looking back and forth between them. “Relationship? No… he was just a possible client. He had a cargo he needed to be hauled, fertiliser…” She shook her head. “It… it doesn’t matter, I turned him down. Something about it seemed wrong.”“What seemed wrong?”“It… ah…” He looked at the view screen again. There wasn’t much to the encounter. Just him talking to her for a minute, her rejecting him, and him getting up and bowing. “He just… seemed odd. I didn’t like it.”“I see. Can you come with us please?” He turned, indicating the small, nondescript transport with the blacked out windows that had been idling on the other side of the thoroughfare. She blinked, looking back and forth at them again. “We… I don’t understand…” The second Sober was putting away the view mount. “We’ll explain in due time, but right now you need to get in the transport.” She swallowed, her hands lifting from her hips and folding against her chest. Margaret walked hunched over with his head down, trying to not draw too much attention to himself. It was bad enough he was a human in a sea full of alien beings, still he could keep a low profile if he tried. It did not take him long to make it to the store and once inside he saw a few other humans along with the other species, and he breathed a sigh of relief. Finally, he was not the only one. He had been feeling a little like the protagonist in a spot the human game of 'Where's Wally'. Moving along the racks of clothes, he quickly picked out several shirts, pants, jackets and a couple of hats to wear. He also found some underwear that looked like it would fit along with some socks, heavy-duty boots, casual footwear, and a large bag to carry everything in. As he went to pay for everything he even spotted what looked like sunglasses and added them to his haul. After the Bait behind the counter had rung up everything, and he had paid, he asked about the facilities, and after a few awkward moments of miscommunication, she finally understood what he needed and pointed him in the right direction. Thanking her, he headed off and was soon looking at several weird and wonderful stalls and basins. Finally, he picked one that at least looked somewhat familiar and walked in and locked the door. Besides, he was not here to use the facilities anyway. Quickly undressing he got changed into some of his new purchases, putting on a new pair of pants, a shirt, a jacket, a hat and the pair of sunglasses plus a new pair of boots. The old stuff he tucked away in the bag. Exiting the cubicle he looked at himself in the mirror and nodded. He looked different enough at a casual glance to fool most people, and he hoped any cameras. The sunglasses and hat should throw off any facial recognition software, especially if he just acted casual from now on. Unfortunately the jacket was not big enough for him to conceal his blaster in. He had to put it in his bag and leave one end open and rest his hand near it just in case something happened. Honestly he was hoping he didn't have to use it but things happened. He checked the time and realized he was going to have to hurry if he was going to make it back to the spaceport on time to take up his berth. Still he did leave by a different exit and travel back a different way, However the Golden Iris was berthed near the bar where he had been drinking, so he headed back to that gate again. It had been less than two hours since he had left, and the large sun was sinking slowly casting deep shadows off the buildings as he walked up. There was still a lot of traffic, both foot and vehicle, trying to pass through. Garden saw that the procedure was a little different to when he had exited. To get back in a person had to show both their ID card and either a boarding pass or provide the guard with a ships name to verify they were a member of its crew. The guards were thorough but quick. The computer systems quickly verified both ID to ship records and things ran smoothly if a little slowly. Garen was a little worried that the false ID he had whipped up might not stand up to scrutiny, but seeing as it had not failed at any banks so far he was pretty confident. When it was his turn he handed it over and calmly told the guard he was reporting to the Golden Iris to take up a berth. It seemed to take a little longer than the other scans had, but eventually his ID was handed back, and he was waved through. He started to walk towards the large freighters docked at the far end of the ferrocrete slab when he got a familiar tingling on his neck. Someone was watching him. Oh, he knew a lot of people were watching him. He had been attracting stares all day of course. Being an alien in a strange far off universe would do that, but this was different. Someone was definitely watching HIM specifically for some reason. As he passed the first freighter, Garden stopped and looked at it as if admiring its looks, checking it out from all angles and bending down to see all the bit's and bobs, playing the awe struck out-of-towner. What he was really doing was looking all around himself, trying to spot anything out of the ordinary. Hard enough to do normally, near impossible to do in such a foreign place. Yet certain things always remained true. Most people had things to do, thus they moved with a purpose. If they were doing a job they actually did something and if they were goofing off they tried to hide. By the time Garden moved off again he knew he was in trouble. Ahead of him between him and the ship was a group of four supposed 'Workers', playing some form of game. If they had been Human he would have said cards, but it didn't look quite right. Still the point was, they were out in the open, betting (He could clearly see the glint off the bits) and not one of them was looking around for a supervisor. Besides them were two guys behind him. One had been a guy aimlessly walking around looking at things, and the other had been a worker with some form of cleaning truck he guessed. Garden had watched the guy clean the same strip of ferrocrete six times while he looked at the transport. So there were six that he knew of and probably more hidden elsewhere. His eyes scanned the way ahead looking for options. He had two more ships to pass before he met up with the Workers. He could of course dash into one of them and try to lose them in the maze of corridors, however he was sure that his pursuers were the law and as such they would just impound the ship, starve him out, or even pump some type of gas in and get him that way. No better to remain outside. Still using the ship as cover wasn't a bad idea. The next one up seemed to be refueling, and it was covered in pipes and ramps. If he was going to make a break for it that was the place to do it. He slowed as he neared it and looked beyond the ship. Behind it was a narrow space where service vehicles could come and go freely and cargo could be delivered, then another similar space for the berths on the opposite side then there was another ship. He would have to run about 50 meters in the open before he could lose himself under the other ships' fuselage. Of course, he had to first navigate the nearly 300 meters of the ship. He was glad these were only a mid-sized hauler. Looking beyond the ships he tried to find the nearest exit to the yard that wasn't near any structures. He saw what he thought was a way out. It looked like a section with very few ships in it. If he could make it to there he might have a shot at scaling the wall or working something else out. At the very least, they would probably think he would head for either his ship, the earth vessel, or one of the gates to escape, so his plan might work. Slipping his hand into his bag he continued on as if nothing was wrong, but his hand grabbed his blaster. As he came level with the freighter he drew it and fired two shots towards the workers aiming wide of them, then turned and fired once at the cleaning cart, taking out it's propulsion unit and sending it sparking and spluttering towards several crates stacked neatly near the first freighter, then once towards the other figure. Unfortunately he had already thrown himself on the ground, drawn a blaster and fired back and unlike Garden he was not trying to miss. The bolt of super heated plasma just missed him and Garden bolted under the freighter, running over and between pipes, putting as much distance between his pursuers and himself as he could. As he dashed through a particularly dense series of pipes he turned and grabbed a small bottle of lubricant a mechanic had been using to do something with. Spreading it all over the concrete he dashed off and smiled when he heard cursing from behind him. Still it seemed to only be one voice, and he had hoped he would have got a few more. He just hoped he was mistaken. He made it to the end of the freighter and a quick look to the left and right showed no pursuers and no traffic. Not wasting any time he continued to sprint straight ahead then as he heard a large vehicle approaching he angled towards it. Around the side of a freighter in front of him came a large cargo carrier moving several containers. Judging the distance he put on a burst of speed and as he heard shouts from behind him and bolts once again whizzed past him, he dived and rolled and came up on the other side as the vehicle got between him and his pursuers. Smiling he followed it for a short way then ran under another ship two berths down from the one he had been heading towards. Slipping into it's shadows he headed halfway along then started to move from ship to ship instead of moving to the next ring. Let them think he was still heading straight, he would head down further than towards his spot. He waited for five minutes to let them get really confused then hurried off again. He had almost made the other side when he saw the official looking car. Ducking under the next ship he headed straight. Damn it looked as if they had called in reinforcements. Now it was going to be really tough. For the next twenty minutes he played hide and seek with his pursuers, never knowing who they were or how many. He spotted several cars though and noticed a lot of people, although they could have been the same people as he didn't stay to get a great look. Eventually though he ran out of ships to hide under and spaceport to be in. The good thing was he thought he had lost them. He had not seen anyone for almost two minutes. The only ships parked out this far were a couple of old junkers and one sleek looking ride. What it was doing so far out here was anyone's guess, but it certainly was not big enough to really hide under, or close enough to any of the walls for him to climb on and use it as a ramp so he ignored it. His best bet was to try to find one of the service trucks, drive it against a wall and climb over. Not a great plan, but it could work... Maybe. Garden searched around with his eyes and finally spotted one over between two freighters. Slowly he made his way towards it, and it wasn't until he was actually opening the door he realized he had no idea how these things operated. Fortunately for him, they had been built with that in mind. It had a single lever that looked like an old earth fighter pilots control with two pedals on the floor. Smiling he jumped in and hit the one on the right, and it moved forward a little. Pushing it down harder and pushing the joystick left he turned the vehicle left and was soon headed for the wall. It didn't move fast but it was moving. The problem came when one of those cars came around the corner and began approaching on the other side. It didn't look like it was after him, but once they got close they couldn't fail to spot him. The cab was basically one giant window, so the operator could see where to put the large ladder platform. Perfect for it's job, not so good when you were trying to not be spotted. He had a choice to make, continue on and hope they just didn't see him, or ram them. He chose the latter. Pushing his foot flat to the floor he moved slowly towards the middle of the lane, picking up speed, then at the last minute he yanked the joystick to the right and turned into the car knocking it sideways. He didn't have enough momentum to do serious damage, but he was twice their size and weighed a hell of a lot more. The car was pushed back, and its front squished up. It wasn't going anywhere now, but neither was he. Getting out he took refuge behind the truck and drew his blaster. The only thing near him was the gleaming ship. Well as a last resort he could always try and crack its security codes. “Dear lord…” Kabri sat in the back of the Union Transport, watching the live feed of the human terrorist carving a swath of destruction across the hanger. She covered MER mouth with her hand, watching him fire at the officers that were waiting to arrest him, hijack a Service Trans. And start smashing it into other cars. He was getting closer and closer to the Prince.“So this is the human that approached you?” She nodded silently, unable to look away. She was fully aware that she had some unpleasant prejudices about humans, but even she couldn’t blame this guy’s actions on his species. He was clearly a deranged sociopath. He was getting closer to the small hangers where she had berthed the Prince. If he kept going like that…“Why don’t you guys just stop him?” She finally said, looking between the two of them “Don’t you have orbital rail guns for this?” The Sober that was piloting their transport as they headed toward the Union offices downtown looked back over his shoulder. “That’s not information we’re prepared to share with a civilian…” The second agent, the one sitting in the back with her, watching the footage on view mount stationed in the vehicle, shook his head. “But seeing as you’re already involved…” He craned his neck, looking up at his partner for a moment before he looked back at Kari. “He’s an officer of the Human vessel, and has certain rights. His ship needs to authorize the use of lethal force.” She shook her head, still watching. All those people… the bomb he had set off in the Union Assembly, all the innocent people down by the hangers… Not every ship down there had passive blast shielding. They would rely on repulsed fields to protect their hull’s in space. While they were docked, they were vulnerable. He could hit a ship and puncture their drive core, and cause god knew what sort of destruction… or even worse, puncture someone’s hull and have it go unnoticed until the ship started to break atmosphere. The crew would suffocate in seconds, and turn the ship into a giant missile, caroming down into any part of the city…“You have to do it…” She said softly… feeling sick. No one deserved to be on the receiving end of an orbital rail gun. Even if she had found the human distasteful, her stomach turned at the thought of what was going to happen to him. The rail gun satellites used graspable generators to fire a tungsten projectile at super luminal speeds, regulating exactly where it re-entered normal space, allowing it to pass through any and all matter, rendering all forms of cover completely ineffective. The projectile would rematerialize as it entered the target, but even with a projectile the size of a pen, the amount of kinetic energy involved would literally rip the target apart. It was brutal both in its application, and in its efficiency. The technology enabled law-enforcement to instantly pacify any target, anywhere on the planet, with pinpoint, unerring precision, but the sheer violence involved made it one of the most regulated technologies in the Grand Union. The firing of one of the satellites required an executive order. A green icon lit up on the screen. She covered her eyes. Garden had been thinking wildly about what he could do. He had come up with and dismissed plan after plan up to and including surrendering. His list of crimes was just too big. He had already checked the news feeds and found out that the bomb had gone off inside the assembly hall despite his warning. Why they had not gotten rid of the thing he didn't know, let alone store it properly. Still those lives were on him. Add to that his mad dash across the spaceport in which he could have harmed some people. He had tried his best not to but as they said, 'the best laid plans of mice and men'. He needed a plan that would get whoever was chasing him off his tail and allow him to get off world. Think you idiot think, he muttered to himself. There had to be some way. Then he had a brain wave. He had noticed something on his way down from orbit and had actually mentioned it to the Captain. The planet had been ringed by a series of large satellites that looked vastly different to the normal communication ones he was used to." Those are this planets final and most useful deterrent to any would be Terrorist, Mass murderer, Serial Killer, you name it. They are orbital rail guns. One shot from those things and their target ceases to be. You can see that they are set up in such a way as to have full coverage of the entire planets surface and the technology involved I am told allows them to fire and have the bullet materialize mm above the target or even inside it making hiding impossible." At the time Garden had shuddered at the thought, but now he had a plan. If he hijacked the one directly overhead, he could use it to threaten the authorities into letting him leave the planet. Of course, he would never use it, but once off world he could set about clearing his name. He madly began to use his military connections to piggyback a signal to the main security forces, then through their systems to the rail guns control systems. It hardly took him any time at all. Even at this level their security was virtually non-existent to a hacker like him. His problem came when he saw that the firing mechanism was already armed and was in the process of targeting him right now.FUCK. He had thought his human military status would have provided him some semblance of immunity, but either they didn't care or..... The thought hit him hard. The Captain had probably thrown him under the proverbial bus. The fact that it was probably the right thing to do still didn't make it any easier for him to swallow. Well it looked like he was on his own. He managed to halt the targeting for now, but it would not last long. He was not going to be able to take control now, and he was not going to be able to run. Really that left him with one choice. Stepping out from cover he raised his hands and threw his gun away. Kneeling down on the ground he kept his hands well up and out to his sides to show he was not going to go for anything hidden. He could already see two figures approaching him and only hoped they were authorities and not pissed off crew members. Still as he awaited his fate his mind was still working on another plan, and he slowly started to smile. Oh, yes this one could work, but it all depended on whether he could still count on the Human Ambassadors listening to him and the Navy doing its duty by him. Thank god, he surrendered. It didn’t matter what he had done, the idea of seeing someone struck by an orbital rail gun was utterly horrific. It wasn’t until I had heard the agents escorting me talking over their come that I realized that they actually HAD issued an order to fire, but that the human had actually hacked the satellite. Furthermore, it was unthinkable… that such a violent sociopath actually had the ability to hack such a lethal technology so easily. How could they ever have humans on the planet again? She felt a sourness in her chest when she thought about it. Prejudice was one thing, but the idea of an entire planet’s population being quarantined from the rest of the galaxy felt *wrong*. That was where the public opinion was going, though. The human vessel was under constant protest. Kari was escorted back to the Union Spire, where she was held in contained quarters, and regularly questioned by different members of the Commission. The video feeds of her conversation with the human were reviewed over and over, along with the reconstructed audio… they even had telemetric scans of her vital reactions during those few moments. She was asked to speak before the commission, and answered the same questions over and over again. It was a full six cycles before she was told they had what they needed from her. She was never named as a suspect, just as a witness, thank god. The agents that had brought her in had seen to it that her ship’s docking fees were taken care of. They must have seen the Prince when the did it, but no one said a word about his drive system. Either they hadn’t gone on board, which seemed unlikely, or they saw her for what she was; a tramp pilot trying to make a living, caught in a bad situation. Thankfully, enough time had passed that she had several inquiries about cargo. Two of them had expired when it took too long for her to reply, but she still had her pick of several destinations. She took a contract to haul several tons of medical relief supplies to a mining colony on Arius 4. She reported her cargo and destination to the Commission, wanting to leave as good an impression as possible. Once she had broken atmosphere, she pushed back from the control womb for a moment, unbuckling herself, feeling the odd pull of the ship’s artificial gravity still compensating for the diminishing gravity of the planet. She folded her arms over her chest, watching the planet disappear in her viewer. She hoped humanity would recover from the actions of that one bad apple. No one deserved to be blamed for what one crazy person did. Hopefully, someday, they could find some way to integrate into society. She plopped back into her harness, pulled forward, and placed her hands into the control yoke. “Do you have my course, An?”“I do, captain.” She keyed in the commands, and activated the Grey space Drives. Garden was taken into custody and confined in a small cell. As soon as he walked in he felt his access to the net cut off. Some sort of dampening field had obviously been set up. It made sense, they couldn't have prisoner's having access to that sort of thing, especially humans. He didn't know how long he sat in that cell before he was taken to a small room and questioned. He was asked why he had bombed the building, and he calmly informed them that he had in fact been taking the bomb out of the building and that it had been placed there by someone else. Of course, they did not believe him and grilled him for hours on end, showing him hold's of what had happened. It was pretty gruesome. The Sober who had been carrying the device had the misfortune to have it facing him when the charge went off. He never stood a chance. The rest pretty much went as the terrorist had planed, and the shaped charge did its job. A field of destruction behind the man was devastated and because he had still been in the lobby, and they had called in reinforcements, many lives had been lost. Garen had shaken his head. "Look I warned you guys it was a bomb. Why was he holding it? Why didn't you dispose of it properly for God's sake? That's not on me, it's on you, if a guy is dumb enough to hold a bomb to his chest how is that my fault?" To say that had not gone down well was an understatement. He woke up battered and bruised back in his cell. He was grilled for three more days, but he stuck to his story and eventually a lawyer from the Navy was assigned to him. Lieutenant Rabbi told him there was going to be a trial, and he was in serious trouble. He was charge with blowing up the Assembly, evading capture, endangering lives, discharging a weapon in public, attempted murder, hacking a Union government computer system and a whole list of other charges. The penalty was death on any number of them. Garen had sat numb then looked at him. "Look I can prove my innocence on the Assembly charge. Somebody wanted to kill all the Diplomats and blame it on us Sir. That bomb was a shaped charge, check the film. Now it was originally planted..." he began to explain the whole plot. The lieutenant listened his eyes going wider the whole time." So you have proof of this?"" In my head sir, but with this dampening field I can't access it." Rabb smiled. "Don't worry during trial you can. However, I am going to have to investigate this. If it proves correct we might have a shot of getting you off. Stay strong son." For the first time Garden felt a glimmer of hope.

The Jansa Prince|rating:4.0

D&D Sex Slaves - OOC

Damp;DSM - BDSM Damp;D 5e Sex Slaves((Interest Check) - BDSM D&D 5e Sex Slaves (Sex Slaves - Character Sheets (Sex Slaves - IOC (Sex Slaves - IC (Hi everyone - just admiring the view Hello ;) Hello my fellow crazies! He I see we got to bards and two sea backgrounds. My thoughts:@Ampere: want to have our characters know before handed? They could have been friends or even sailed as part of the same crew, or they could have been enemies or something along those lines as well. Also, I already have this thought about us stealing a boat and claiming it for our own and have the other girls be the crew, yes I know a lot of time will have to pass until that can even be a possibility, but they can still discuss and dream about it.@Snake: I was going to go for a valor bard, but the cutting words worked better for the foul-mouthed girl I was thinking, but I'm still going melee, so my human feat will be the one that grants me proficiency on medium armor and shields, also raising my STR to 14, but that will be at LVL 4. I still don't know what to do with the level 4 feat/increase though. Grab a feat or up your physical stats if you're going to Gish it up. I went lore to have a real skill monkey that focuses on performance and magic to ruin ppl days. Like using crown of madness to try and escape, or toss buffs around, viciously mock people. If we could use other handbooks I would take magic initiate to grab a melee can trip from the SCAG, but we can't so I' not sure about taking a feat or further raising STR to 16 but the armor prof and STR increase to 14 will help to Gish it up so far, still expect the pirate to be insulting a lot so vicious mockery and cutting words will see lots of play from my side as well. :P Okay, I posted in IC. Ampere offered a plot hook in which her girl, Kendal, smuggled sex slaves, then became a sex slave herself. Some or all of the other characters can be one of the sex slaves who got smuggled by her. Everyone else (Kathy an, Snake, LisztesFerenc) let me know which of the following you want:1. To be already in the holding cell when Kendall and four other sex slaves arrive (you can post)2. To be one of the sex slaves smuggled by Kendal (you can post)3. To arrive after Kendal (you can post, or I can post your character's entrance) I'm going to go with option number 2 and say as already mentioned above that Lilian and Kendal knew each other before handed, not under good terms though. Quote from: Kathy an on 13-12-2018, 05:12:11I'm going to go with option number 2 and say as already mentioned above that Lilian and Kendal knew each other before handed, not under good terms though. Works for me! And just posted. ^^ Also if anyone else wants to vote for number 1 or 2 and wants to share some background, we could say that the pirate was the one who sold you to the slave smuggler. :P Hell hath no fury like a bard sold as a sex slave... Looking forward to playing with you all. I'll have a post up for Brenda later today. Hello, my fellow jailbirds! If Lillian has an infamous reputation, maybe we've all heard of her? That could be something to hang initial conversations around, once we get the gags off. If anyone wants to start the game knowing my character, I'm down to work that out. Hello Sync :)Oh a noble and a cleric, sounds like someone Lilian would love to abuse, take hostage, abuse again and then sell ;), that's if you want to have met Lilian beyond just having heard of her of course. You would also get to know Kendal that way. Already discussed some similar details with Liszt btw. :P Quote from: Kathy an on 14-12-2018, 00:34:20Oh a noble and a cleric, sounds like someone Lilian would love to abuse, take hostage, abuse again and then sell ;)That does sound like a good time, but I'd like this to be Dallas' first misadventure, so I can play through her reactions. If Lilian had got her hands on Dallas earlier, Dallas would now be entirely too jaded. PI like the smirk expression on my current character pic, but I'm idly tempted to swap to a picture that lets me join the bare midriff club. You can have more pictures. She kind of reminds me of Cori from Witcher.(Great posts so far, everyone! Ampere and Kathy an - I modified the headers a bit (adding padding and centering). Please edit your old posts to use the new headers. Thanks! LisztesFerenc - The sex slave who escaped from Kendal was not necessarily an elf. Done. Quote from: vin26m on 14-12-2018, 15:32:57LisztesFerenc - The sex slave who escaped from Kendal was not necessarily an elf. Yeah, I can edit that if you need, I just wanted to refer to them more definitively, but It's not really important. I'd go for option 3 because I’m feeling a lack of creativity to wonder how Masako got there to start with. She was likely just a travelling bard. Or she's rather slippery with escaping given her magical ability and spells. Quote from: vin26m on 14-12-2018, 14:51:43You can have more pictures. She kind of reminds me of Cori from Witcher. Hm. She's not a bad match, but I feel like she's too well known. Has anyone here played Witcher? I was thinking maybe a cropped version of this image (- traveling bard seems perfectly reasonable. After all, she probably advertised her last performance in town to drum up a bigger audience, and then the slavers just had to wait along the road the next day. Maybe; that's likely what happened. Though I can work on some intro post but not tonight; I'm at my weekly D&D game. It's why I'd prefer a prompt Quote from: Ampere on 14-12-2018, 17:13:35Done. Thanks! Quote from: LisztesFerenc on 14-12-2018, 21:56:45 Yeah, I can edit that if you need, I just wanted to refer to them more definitively, but It's not really important. Not a big deal, just wanted to clarify. Feel free to edit it or not. Quote from: Synecdoche17 on 14-12-2018, 23:08:29Hm. She's not a bad match, but I feel like she's too well known. Has anyone here played Witcher? I was thinking maybe a cropped version of this image (- traveling bard seems perfectly reasonable. After all, she probably advertised her last performance in town to drum up a bigger audience, and then the slavers just had to wait along the road the next day. I've played Witcher 3. I'll set up a cropped image off that. FYI, I just use the Paint application that comes with Windows and grab a 200x400 piece from the top of the head to somewhere below the breasts. Quote from: Snake on 14-12-2018, 21:58:53I'd go for option 3 because I’m feeling a lack of creativity to wonder how Masako got there to start with. She was likely just a travelling bard. Or she's rather slippery with escaping given her magical ability and spells. Quote from: Snake on 14-12-2018, 23:31:52Maybe; that's likely what happened. Though I can work on some intro post but not tonight; I'm at my weekly Damp;D game. It's why I'd prefer a prompt Okay, I'll set her up getting into the holding cells tonight or tomorrow. Quote from: Synecdoche17 on 14-12-2018, 23:08:29Hm. She's not a bad match, but I feel like she's too well known. Has anyone here played Witcher? I was thinking maybe a cropped version of this image (changed the image in the header.#msg14566530 Quote from: vin26m on 15-12-2018, 03:12:54I changed the image in the header.#msg14566530:O That was kind of you. I can usually manage with Paint/GIMP, though. Snake and I were talking in PMs - since Asoka has the Acolyte background and Dallas is a cleric, they could worship the same deity and have met each other at temples or services. Which brings up an embarrassing question - who's an appropriate deity to worship? I haven't got one yet. The basic rules have a very minimal list, but I don't know who/what is available in this setting. Quote from: Synecdoche17 on 15-12-2018, 05:34:47:O That was kind of you. I can usually manage with Paint/GIMP, though. Snake and I were talking in PMs - since Asoka has the Acolyte background and Dallas is a cleric, they could worship the same deity and have met each other at temples or services. Which brings up an embarrassing question - who's an appropriate deity to worship? I haven't got one yet. The basic rules have a very minimal list, but I don't know who/what is available in this setting. You can have any god you want, but I have one suggestion for a god from Pathfinder canon. Calistria is the goddess of revenge, lust and trickery. Dallas enjoying bondage and nudity covers the lust part. Revenge could be about getting even with her slavers, Kendal and Lilian. And trickery could be her appreciation for getting tricked into slavery. That works for you, I can switch your Divine Domain from Life to Trickery. That would change your domain spells to Charm Person, Disguise Self, Mirror Image and Pass Without Trace. Then your non-domain spells could be something like Bless, Cure Wounds, Healing Word, Guiding Bolt, Spiritual Weapon, Hold Person. Or something like that. You can still heal and buff, but you'd have fun illusion stuff, too. You'd also get Blessing of the Trickster, which gives advantage on Stealth to someone not you, and you can use your Channel Divinity: Invoke Duplicity to create an illusory duplicate of you, which distracts enemies and lets you safely deliver touch spells using your duplicate. The Diving Domain of Life, on the other hand, just lets you be more efficient at healing, but there's a lot of that to go around anyway. With Snake's Acolyte background feature, the party could end up at one of Cali stria's temples. Quote from: vin26m on 15-12-2018, 06:47:08You can have any god you want, but I have one suggestion for a god from Pathfinder canon. Calistria is the goddess of revenge, lust and trickery. She seems very... elf. My round ears might be problematic. Quote from: vin26m on 15-12-2018, 06:47:08Kalleis enjoying bondage and nudity covers the lust part. Revenge could be about getting even with her slavers, Kendal and Lilian. And trickery could be her appreciation for getting tricked into slavery.[/quote[Lust yes. Vengeance on slavers, yes, although for the time being Dallas is more likely to want help escaping than vengeance. Appreciation at being tricked is a no - it'd be embarrassing to get out-maneuvered by an opponent. I think Dallas would be scheming to get them back twice as hard. If Snake's down with Cali stria so am I. Quote from: Synecdoche17 on 15-12-2018, 11:30:11She seems very... elf. My round ears might be problematic. Lust yes. Vengeance on slavers, yes, although for the time being Dallas is more likely to want help escaping than vengeance. Appreciation at being tricked is a no - it'd be embarrassing to get out-maneuvered by an opponent. I think Dallas would be scheming to get them back twice as hard. If Snake's down with Cali stria so am I. Calistria is a goddess of elves, but she loves followers of all races, and encourages them all to worship her. She appreciates lust regardless of race, particularly if two (or more) individuals break light taboos like having (human-elf, human-orc, elf-orc, etc.) interracial sex. And it is only right for the offspring born out of such unions to be followers of Cali stria. Furthermore, having nonevent worshipers allows her temples to be built in other lands, gain more followers, and make her more powerful thanks to having more worship of her. Perhaps Dallas met a follower of Cali stria who gave her book of Joy, which then led to Dallas becoming a follower as well. Do you want me to adjust your character's Divine Domain from Life to Trickery? It looks like I'm official now! Welcome to the cage, hello not five seconds in the cage; and Masako's already trying to escape by forcing the guard to go berserk and attack his friends. Quote from: Synecdoche17 on 14-12-2018, 03:28:20That does sound like a good time, but I'd like this to be Dallas' first misadventure, so I can play through her reactions. If Lilian had got her hands on Dallas earlier, Dallas would now be entirely too jaded. PI like the smirk expression on my current character pic, but I'm idly tempted to swap to a picture that lets me join the bare midriff club. Sounds good too. And welcome to the bare midriff club. :P which by the way seem to have yet another member as well, welcome aboard Hello. Quote from: Snake on 15-12-2018, 20:00:55not five seconds in the cage; and Masako's already trying to escape by forcing the guard to go berserk and attack his friends. By any chance did you wait until all of us get a chance to be untied? PI guess I'll just check the IC thread and find out myself. Thank you for the kind welcome. I'm going to see about headbutting the guard when he tries to molest me! And the bare midriff club rules!EDIT:I think that there is just one guard present at the moment so the spell to attack allies might not work. By the way for those who had not said it already, do you know someone else before handed? I'm playing that I was brought into this separately. I would know Masako a bit from being brought together to the market. Speaking about Masako I noticed she doesn't have a picture IC, are you changing her current pic Snake? Quote from: Snake on 15-12-2018, 20:00:55not five seconds in the cage; and Masako's already trying to escape by forcing the guard to go berserk and attack his friends. Crown of Madness doesn't exactly work like that, and at this point there are no friends for him to attack. I hope my IC post explains it. Quote from: Kathy an on 16-12-2018, 03:10:35By the way for those who had not said it already, do you know someone else before handed? Quote from: hello on 16-12-2018, 05:06:18I'm playing that I was brought into this separately. I would know Masako a bit from being brought together to the market. Masako and Albania were captured separately, but brought in together. They don't know anyone else. Kendal, Lilian, Brenda, and Dallas came in together. Kalleis (cleric class) and Masako (acolyte background) may worship the same god. Quote from: Kathy an on 16-12-2018, 16:47:55Speaking about Masako I noticed she doesn't have a picture IC, are you changing her current pic Snake? Masako has pics:character sheet - #msg14565795IC post - #msg14570379Do you see the pics? It's weird, but I can't see Masako's pic. That's weird. I can see it; and the misused spell? I thought there was more than one there; oh well. Used spell slot; no biggie Quote from: vin26m on 15-12-2018, 12:09:21Do you want me to adjust your character's Divine Domain from Life to Trickery? Yes please, I'll take Cali stria as long as Snake has no objections to her being our goddess. Quote from: Kathy an on 16-12-2018, 00:44:13By any chance did you wait until all of us get a chance to be untied? PI guess I'll just check the IC thread and find out myself. It wouldn't be a real RP if our heroes didn't charge off half-cocked at the first opportunity. Quote from: hello on 16-12-2018, 00:54:03And the bare midriff club rules! Welcome Hello! And yes, the bare midriff is the source of our power (from: Kathy an on 16-12-2018, 17:59:16It's weird, but I can't see Masako's pic. Me neither. I checked the formatting, but it looks the same as any other - maybe the image isn't set to public in Ellis? Quote from: Snake on 16-12-2018, 20:06:27I thought there was more than one there; oh well. Used spell slot; no biggie The second one walked off at the end of the DM's post. I do like how vin26m rolled with your casting, though. :) I can see Masako's picture. I had a similar issue in one of my games, but that involved different hosting sites, Danbury and something else I think, whereas here all the images are one wiki aren't they? And yes, I seem to recall we are meant to escape much later, which has certain implications for how successful this attempt will be, but they can't blame us for trying. Or well, they likely can, and will punish us for it too. Surely if we are caught trying to escape there will be much spanking :) Quote from: Kathy an on 16-12-2018, 17:59:16It's weird, but I can't see Masako's pic. Try a hard refresh. Command-shift-r on Macs. The top pic is the original link from DeviantArt. That guy is a great artist. Portrait I cropped in the header at the bottom of the character sheet post is hosted on Illiquid. Quote from: Snake on 16-12-2018, 20:06:27That's weird. I can see it; and the misused spell? I thought there was more than one there; oh well. Used spell slot; no biggie It's working great so far! Quote from: Synecdoche17 on 16-12-2018, 23:00:24Yes please, I'll take Cali stria as long as Snake has no objections to her being our goddess. It wouldn't be a real RP if our heroes didn't charge off half-cocked at the first opportunity. Welcome Hello! And yes, the bare midriff is the source of our power (neither. I checked the formatting, but it looks the same as any other - maybe the image isn't set to public in Ellis? The second one walked off at the end of the DM's post. I do like how vin26m rolled with your casting, though. :)I'll change the divine domain tomorrow. Nice midriff link. That artist has a great BDSM comic called Sun stone. Thanks! Quote from: LisztesFerenc on 16-12-2018, 23:08:21 I can see Masako's picture. I had a similar issue in one of my games, but that involved different hosting sites, Danbury and something else I think, whereas here all the images are one wiki aren't they? And yes, I seem to recall we are meant to escape much later, which has certain implications for how successful this attempt will be, but they can't blame us for trying. Or well, they likely can, and will punish us for it too. There will be punishing. Quote from: hello on 17-12-2018, 02:45:31Surely if we are caught trying to escape there will be much spanking :)There will be spanking. You have a legit chance of escaping, but I would just capture you anyway. Escaping early will skip stuff I want to do. It will be worth escaping and getting recaptured if it means spanking! :) I got slammed between work and needing some home repairs. I'll post in the next 24 hours. Hello everyone! Just your friendly neighborhood Barbarian checking in. ^^@Vin26m: Brynner is going to disagreeaggressivelysternly, with being captured, just as background info for the intro ^^ Welcome to the game awards. We're in the middle of a prison break so bring your stern disagreement to the fun :) Thank you ^^ I'm already Stalin my own escape in the hallway leading to the cells, so we should be meeting up IC shortly! Though my escape isn't exactly progressing as smoothly as your combined efforts :p I'm getting tired of having to maintain this idiot's attention. I think it's just Vim wanting my character to keep putting out teases. Well pretty soon the idiot should have other things to keep his attention. Like the fact that several naked slave girls have jumped him, and not in the way they always did in his fantasies. Just knee him in the groin and get even with him! Or tie HIM with a crotch rope :) Can't we use the rope to make a leash, the other end tightly wrapped around his balls? We'll might need hostages after all.... I like the way you think :) Sorry for the delay. I'll post in 24 hours. Quote from: awards on 22-12-2018, 20:43:11@Vin26m: Brynner is going to disagree aggressively sternly, with being captured, just as background info for the intro ^^ Got it. Quote from: Snake on 25-12-2018, 18:25:37I'm getting tired of having to maintain this idiot's attention. I think it's just Vim wanting my character to keep putting out teases. Exactly. That's how I make Crown of Madness work. At least this time. She can always drop the spell. But there is that other guard on his way... Quote from: vin26m on 26-12-2018, 04:10:52I'll post in 24 hours. Can't post tonight. Hopefully tomorrow. Quote from: hello on 26-12-2018, 01:33:21I like the way you think :)Time to start a think tank :Quote from: vin26m on 27-12-2018, 05:05:12Can't post tonight. Hopefully tomorrow. That's okay, things happen when they happen ^^ she c drop the spell the constantly "viciously" mock him until the psychic damage shuts hit brain downland he does of= a terrible headache. Hey all, sorry for the delay in posting; my holiday plans turned out to be more extensive than I thought they would be! Here Snake, let me help you with the burden of being sexy all the time. :P Quote from: Synecdoche17 on 28-12-2018, 03:35:49Hey all, sorry for the delay in posting; my holiday plans turned out to be more extensive than I thought they would be! Here Snake, let me help you with the burden of being sexy all the time. Great post! Quote from: Synecdoche17 on 28-12-2018, 03:35:49Hey all, sorry for the delay in posting; my holiday plans turned out to be more extensive than I thought they would be! Same here, I'll try to catch up soon. ^^ Welcome back - looking forward to more sexy postings Sorry for the delay, everyone. Just been struggling a bit with this game. I'll get new posts up today. Just throw us in bondage and have your way with us all! :) I'd much rather escape. If we don't then why'd we make chars that can fight back. The initial idea was that there would be 4 chapters: intro in the cell, sale in the open market, transport and escape, revenge. I'm happy sticking to that, which would likely entail this escape attempt not working out, but vin26m could also change it as new ideas occur to them. Quote from: vin26m on 01-01-2019, 15:54:17Sorry for the delay, everyone. Just been struggling a bit with this game. I'll get new posts up today. Don't worry so have I. Still catching up here and there and everywhere. I don't think I'll be able to post today though. Quote from: LisztesFerenc on 01-01-2019, 20:39:22 The initial idea was that there would be 4 chapters: intro in the cell, sale in the open market, transport and escape, revenge. I'm happy sticking to that, which would likely entail this escape attempt not working out, but vin26m could also change it as new ideas occur to them. I am also expecting more punishment, enjoyable punishment, myself. Furthermore, I didn't make a badass to just escape but to be feisty and to be punished for it. :P I think we are all doing a good job of feisty! The more we struggle, the more they punish us which makes for more fun and better eventual revenge... :) Nobody should worry about posting rate over the holidays. :) Quote from: hello on 02-01-2019, 07:09:48I think we are all doing a good job of feisty! The more we struggle, the more they punish us which makes for more fun and better eventual revenge... :)Exactly, plus, I don't think we'll actually be able to get away at this moment, I mean, we're still wearing shock collars and these guards don't seem to have keys to open those :P Plus where would we actually go? We're still in a city full of slavers. Quote from: Synecdoche17 on 02-01-2019, 11:08:04Nobody should worry about posting rate over the holidays. :)Precisely, it's the most chaotic time of the year! Quote from: awards on 02-01-2019, 17:11:07Exactly, plus, I don't think we'll actually be able to get away at this moment, I mean, we're still wearing shock collars and these guards don't seem to have keys to open those :P Plus where would we actually go? We're still in a city full of slavers. Details, details... so we don't have a coherent plan or really any kind of plan! I was going to keep messing with them and make them fight each other. The more we struggle and resist the more they spank us :) Quote from: hello on 03-01-2019, 06:34:48The more we struggle and resist the more they spank us :)I support this plan. Alright, I posted. I hope everyone enjoys the way things got resolved and has ideas for what to do next. I... took some liberties... and did some embellishment. For the spell components, there's enough for everyone:firefly - Light (Kendall)fleece - Minor Illusion (Kendall, Lillian)iron - Hold Person (Kendall, Dallas)sand - Sleep (Masako)holy (?) water - Bless (Dallas)honeycomb - Suggestion (Lillian)cured leather - Mage Armor (Kendall) Great wrap up and summary!!! On to shock the guards! Yeses! Time to have some fun with hostages! Finally caught up. :) What?! Nobody else up for dying in glorious battle?! I am shocked! SHOCKED! XD (okay maybe not so much :p). Alternative plan is this, Lillian ties our the other girls hand on their backs, but very loosely and ties us together and then pretends to deliver us somewhere, or think we won’t have enough time for that? (Or if it’s just plain stupid :-[) Quote from: awards on 06-01-2019, 23:00:38What?! Nobody else up for dying in glorious battle?! I am shocked! SHOCKED! XD (okay maybe not so much :p). Well if you want to be more shocked we still have the collars and the remotes. :P[/quote]Alternative plan is this, Lillian ties our the other girls hand on their backs, but very loosely and ties us together and then pretends to deliver us somewhere, or think we won’t have enough time for that? (Or if it’s just plain stupid :-[)Quote Actually I was going to suggest that IC, but Lillian is not one to make such an offer so you'll have to convince her, or we find resistance in the darkness, and she does it anyway to save her ass. :P Anyway don't expect her to be nice as she handles you. Edit:By the way, is it ok if I use the portrait of the second guard for a while? I am pretty sure those collars will be put to good use later great minds think alike TDI am not sure how to get Brynner to accept this either, I mean, she’s a redhead barbarian raider, thirsty for battle, who just freed herself XD We’re very convenient captives, we bring our own ropes XD And two bards that can mindfuck ppl I'm sure we can talk Brynner to come along or at least the two bards might... Quote from: hello on 07-01-2019, 02:25:25I'm sure we can talk Brynner to come along or at least the two bards might... Considering how one has expertise on Persuasion and the other one on Deception I think we can. :P I'm willing to try the bold move. Albania has an 8 IQ and 10 WIS so she's not too good at thinking things through. :)Of course with the poor baby animals crying we have to go and help them! Yes, now we HAVE to go down in the dark, with animals in need, Brynner is now certain of going into THAT direction XD Quote from: Kathy an on 06-01-2019, 23:22:05By the way, is it ok if I use the portrait of the second guard for a while? Go for it. Quote from: hello on 07-01-2019, 06:50:06I'm willing to try the bold move. Albania has an 8 IQ and 10 WIS so she's not too good at thinking things through. :)Of course with the poor baby animals crying we have to go and help them! Quote from: awards on 08-01-2019, 00:20:37Yes, now we HAVE to go down in the dark, with animals in need, Brynner is now certain of going into THAT direction dwell, you don't HAVE to. But if you don't, they're never going to get to have a playful cuddle battle like this:Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide(Quote from: hello on 07-01-2019, 06:50:06I'm willing to try the bold move. Albania has an 8 IQ and 10 WIS so she's not too good at thinking things through. :)Of course with the poor baby animals crying we have to go and help them! Well she is just as 'smart' and even wiser than Lilian so Albania is not the only one willing to try the bold move... Although not so bold while having a magical disguise. Quote from: awards on 08-01-2019, 00:20:37Yes, now we HAVE to go down in the dark, with animals in need, Brynner is now certain of going into THAT direction dhow cool is it when the players are cooperating, but their characters are not. Quote from: vin26m on 08-01-2019, 02:48:54Go for it. Editing my last post then. :) Screw. :(I have to go out of town for a week, unexpectedly. Please puppet my character as necessary - I'll be back on the 16th. Quote from: Synecdoche17 on 08-01-2019, 23:02:56Screw. :(I have to go out of town for a week, unexpectedly. Please puppet my character as necessary - I'll be back on the 16th. I will. Group Animal Rescue:BrynndirDrejdaAliandaKendalGroup Commie Cutie Coffee:Lilian Sorry I haven't been on, I've been unable to get on with my laptop all week so far. But I will tomorrow or Friday, if I'm holding ppl up, NPC her if needed to go with the main group. That would be delightfully evil to have Lilian alert the guards to the break-out! :) That would be fun, though it might result in Lilian getting a severe comeuppance once we are all recaptured and thrown back in the cell. I know we're not there yet, but vin26m, do you plan to have us all sold to the same person, or at least transported together for the escape attempt? Quote from: hello on 09-01-2019, 22:35:08That would be delightfully evil to have Lilian alert the guards to the break-out! :)Yeah, well she is mad at Kendal and nobody messes with the Black Siren. 3Quote from: LisztesFerenc on 10-01-2019, 01:31:48 That would be fun, though it might result in Lilian getting a severe comeuppance once we are all recaptured and thrown back in the cell. I know we're not there yet, but vin26m, do you plan to have us all sold to the same person, or at least transported together for the escape attempt? But that won't happen if the girls don't know it was her who turned them in. :P Quote from: Kathy an on 10-01-2019, 02:43:20But that won't happen if the girls don't know it was her who turned them in. That's a good point. The guards might tell us, because they'd find the fallout fun, but they could keep her secret. Also, I don't know why, but my brain keeps reading these thread titles as "The real sex slaves of D&D", and I have no idea why. I never watched an episode of that show... Sorry for not posting. Been busy with work. After this attempt is stopped, the slaves will:be punished all night, go through a slave market scene, get bought by the same owner, get transported together, then make their actual escape. After that, they can go on adventures and get some revenge, including stopping the owner from what he's been doing with his slaves. The current IC thread will continue with the girls getting punished all night. But I'll also start a new IC thread for the next day. So ultimately breaking out was futile entirely. In a meta gaming aspect we were doomed from the beginning. It gave/gives us a chance to get to know our characters and each other and have some fun. And it gets us some sexy punishment :) Well... hopefully sexy... Our ultimate revenge will be all the sweeter! It also gives us IC reasons to be better at our next escape. Even if the plan wasn't for this escape attempt to fail, it would still likely fail since half a dozen naked slave girls with 3 weapons between them are unlikely to pull off a spur of the moment escape. So we learn from our failures this time round and come up with an actual plane next time round. And yes, punishments of varying degrees of sexiness are a plus too, at least IMO. Quote from: vin26m on 11-01-2019, 12:06:57Sorry for not posting. Been busy with work. After this attempt is stopped, the slaves will:be punished all night, go through a slave market scene, get bought by the same owner, get transported together, then make their actual escape. After that, they can go on adventures and get some revenge, including stopping the owner from what he's been doing with his slaves. The current IC thread will continue with the girls getting punished all night. But I'll also start a new IC thread for the next day. Sexy punishment in the way, yay TDI wonder though if the attempt will just have been stopped in the next post or if will we have any chance to role-play through it? Personally hoping for at least a little bit more RP before the inevitable failure/recapture. I think our GM mentioned running the first and second chapters in parallel for a while which would let us keep going on the escape. I have no idea if this is going to be a strength or athletics check, so that's up to you VIN ^^ If this is even possible :P Last ditch effort I guess. Quote from: Ampere on 12-01-2019, 17:19:26Personally hoping for at least a little bit more RP before the inevitable failure/recapture. Ditto. I was just catching up on several threads after a busy weekend, but I just saw that I was already captured before I was even able to do anything at all, sigh. Brenda is coming to get Lilian and Dallas, she will likely attack the guards. She won't win, but she might create enough confusion to give Lilian a chance to join the others down the corridor. Thanks but I don't think Breda can create enough confusion as to distract 20 guards. She will just surrender and wait for another opportunity, meanwhile she will try to put all blame on Kendal. :P Quote from: Kathy an on 18-01-2019, 02:59:31 Thanks but I don't think Breda can create enough confusion as to distract 20 guards. She will just surrender and wait for another opportunity, meanwhile she will try to put all blame on Kendal. And I'm sure, were it not for the Black Siren's fearsome reputation, she'd be able to pull that off. O:) Quote from: Ampere on 18-01-2019, 09:39:10And I'm sure, were it not for the Black Siren's fearsome reputation, she'd be able to pull that off. O:)Who knows, maybe they haven't heard of her just as some of the girls haven't either. But I think I will all depend on how good, or bad, her deception roll is. I mean it was still Kendal who brought her so she could be fooled into believing that she might be stronger than Lilian in some way. :P Hey, sorry for not posting for the past week. Been dealing with personal stuff. I'll get posts up this week. I'm going to drop out of this; my interest in it has flagged sadly. Furthermore, I've been so distracted with other things that I find it hard to get the gumption to post. That's a shame - will miss the blonde bard, but can certainly understand how distracting RL can be. Best of luck. Definitely will miss the blonde! Quote from: Snake on 22-01-2019, 20:52:07I'm going to drop out of this; my interest in it has flagged sadly. I've been so distracted with other things that I find it hard to get the gumption to post. No worries. Thanks for letting us know. I'll run her in the meantime (when I can). OK, sorry for the long wait; I didn't really have a place I could access E tranquilly from. I hope my post is fine; I'll edit if it's not. Sad to see Snake go. :(Quote from: Snake on 22-01-2019, 20:52:07I'm going to drop out of this; my interest in it has flagged sadly. I've been so distracted with other things that I find it hard to get the gumption to post. I'm sorry we didn't get to RP here :'(But if it's not working out, it's not working out! Sad to see ya go! But in complete opposite news, good to see you again Synecdoche ^^ Hey all, I'm so sorry for not having posted in the past 2.5 weeks. I've been dealing with work stuff, and I'm now in the middle of a job hunt. I have to put this game is on indefinite hiatus. It was fun while it lasted, and I hope we cross paths again, and perhaps even resume. Feel free to continue the RP without me. Thanks, and again, please accept my apologies. Thanks for the heads-up - sorry to see the game grind to a halt, but certainly understand. Good luck with the job hunt. Sorry to hear that vin26m. Thanks for starting this game, I had fun with Brenda, and I hope you find a good job quickly. I could try and take over DMing this game. Would people be interested in that? Then vin26m can take over again if they return. Quote from: LisztesFerenc on 30-01-2019, 15:44:55 Sorry to hear that vin26m. Thanks for starting this game, I had fun with Brenda, and I hope you find a good job quickly. I could try and take over DMing this game. Would people be interested in that? Then vin26m can take over again if they return. I am okay with this! Sorry to hear that RL has you down VIN. I hope things clear up for you soon. Lisz, it would be great if you want to continue the game as GM. I'm sorry to hear that too VIN. Hopefully we'll see you again soon. But if Liszt wants to GM this for a while I'm down to continuing too. :) I've made a new IC and IOC thread. I don't know if it would bother vin26m, but I know I like to keep my "Show new replies to your posts." page as slim as possible. I'm keeping his character sheet thread since that doesn't require posting in. New IOC: IC: Quote from: LisztesFerenc on 31-01-2019, 21:50:35 I've made a new IC and IOC thread. I don't know if it would bother vin26m, but I know I like to keep my "Show new replies to your posts." page as slim as possible. I'm keeping his character sheet thread since that doesn't require posting in. New IOC: IC: gave it a check, I'll try to post something later today. Headed over to the new location. I'm in, I'd love to continue ^^ Quote from: LisztesFerenc on 31-01-2019, 21:50:35 I've made a new IC and IOC thread. I don't know if it would bother vin26m, but I know I like to keep my "Show new replies to your posts." page as slim as possible. Furthermore, I'm keeping his character sheet thread since that doesn't require posting in. New IOC: IC: not bothered at all. I'm happy the game is continuing. I hope I get to join at some point. Quote from: vin26m on 30-01-2019, 12:05:35Hey all, I'm so sorry for not having posted in the past 2.5 weeks. I've been dealing with work stuff, and I'm now in the middle of a job hunt. I have to put this game is on indefinite hiatus. It was fun while it lasted, and I hope we cross paths again, and perhaps even resume. Feel free to continue the RP without me. Thanks, and again, please accept my apologies. I hope life treats you better in the coming months! My job hunt is over! I'm still figuring stuff out, but I might be able to start writing again. Anyone still want to continue? I haven't looked at LisztesFerenc's threads (or any threads) much. But I'm thinking of just skipping on to what I think was supposed to be the second chapter, when the girls are put on display in the slave marketplace. At first, they are used during demonstrations of bondage gear, impact play tools like paddles and floggers, and magical sex items. Then they're put up for auction. That makes sense. My plan was for them to be captured and punished for the escape attempt, but it easily works that their punishment is they are the slaves that get to demo the gear and tools. And with multiple groups running around, it might be simplest to skip ahead to when the whole group is together. Story-wise we haven't achieved much, though I did add two new players, you can see them on the sheet thread. First off, congrats on the new job. As one of the new players, I'd love to join in. Quote from: LisztesFerenc on 24-03-2019, 04:37:05 That makes sense. My plan was for them to be captured and punished for the escape attempt, but it easily works that their punishment is they are the slaves that get to demo the gear and tools. And with multiple groups running around, it might be simplest to skip ahead to when the whole group is together. Story-wise we haven't achieved much, though I did add two new players, you can see them on the sheet thread. Sweet! We have an excuse for what I wanted to do for Chapter 2, and we have new blood. Quote from: Max on 24-03-2019, 05:09:54First off, congrats on the new job. As one of the new players, I'd love to join in. Thank you! And welcome! I saw your character sheet and I approve. Same for tangerine's character. I'll NPC for any players who left, but they are welcome back. The Chapter 1 threads (both of them) can continue if the players want to. But my Chapter 1 is railroading them to Chapter 2. Welcome back VIN and congratulations on the new job! Are you going to jump right in with a Chapter 2 'bring us up-to-date post'? Quote from: hello on 24-03-2019, 23:07:30Welcome back VIN and congratulations on the new job! Are you going to jump right in with a Chapter 2 'bring us up-to-date post'? Thank you! Yeah, something like that. Aiming for Wednesday. Does anyone want anything done in particular to their girl? I'd think it best if Malia and Valeria were thrown in with the rest of them. We just show up as the others are being recaptured? Am curious about that wooden dragon, not exactly sure what it is. Guessing a dance wooden pony or something like that? Hello, welcome back VIN! Congratulations on the new job, and thank you for accepting me as a new player in your game. I look forward to it! Welcome back VIN! So we're back to using the old threads? Yeah, the Wooden dragon had me intrigued from the moment I read it :P Is it a wooden pony but heated or something? So your bum stays nice and warm during the torture? XD Quote from: vin26m on 24-03-2019, 23:28:07Does anyone want anything done in particular to their girl? A sexy collar, anklets and cuffs... :) Hey welcome back VIN. :)We got a couple of new players, but I think we also lost a couple as well. So we skip to chapter two then? Sounds fine but would there be a summary just to know of how things ended up, how the new character got introduced and how some of the old ones got separated from us? Hello everyone! In case VIN finds the time to begin the next scene within this period, wanted to give the heads-up that I'll be out of town until the end of next week. May be able to pop in here or there, but not sure if I'll be able to post until I'm back. Looking forward to the story continuing! I'm hoping we can keep this moving forward. Me too! Hoping everything's alright, VIN! Definitely don't let this one die! This is a FANTASTIC read thus far! Signed, Peanut Gallery Any chance of this one continuing? I'd be interested to continue also! Why not? :P I might be interested.

D&D Sex Slaves - OOC|rating:2.0

Red ((Broken Knight and Vivid))

It was a beautiful day to be sure. A bright and merry yellow sun hung in the pale blue sky. Clouds, white and cottony, drifted aimlessly across the palate of blue. Birds were singing their early morning prelude and the fresh clean scent of late spring surrounded the small town. To most this was the perfect day. It was warm, sunny, and simply stunning. There were many things that could be done on a day like this. Elaine had decided to visit her grandmother, who lived in the woods that surrounded the village. It had been a long while since she had seen her and Elaine figured that such a day was perfect for them. Although it was early morning, the beautiful young woman was already out and walking on the path through the wood. Around her arm was a large basket full of goodies. Nothing pleased the girl more than having a nice picnic with her Nana along the side of the creek that trickled behind the old cabin. The brilliant rays of the sun were catching Elaine’s hair at ITAs finest. It was bright red with flecks of gold and orange, and it made her look like she was radiating light. Her soft leather boots made barely any noise against the dirt path. A full skirt swished around her ankles and a smile was on her full lips. Nothing could be done to ruin such a wonderful day. Little did she know that something had its eye on her as she made it through the woods. This time around she had decided to take the path that wound around the same creek that was behind her grandmas quaint home. Although she was only a few months from being a full adult, eighteen, she still behaved like a carefree child while no one was around. She spent the trip giggling and jumping in the water, enjoying the simple things that life had to offer. Near midday, she made it to her grandmothers and knocked on the door.grandmother!a she called, inviting herself in before she answered. €œGrandmother I brought you a basket of goodies! I thought we could spend the day talking. It has been awhile.a The wolf had known for quite some time that he needed to find a female. Humanity had hunted wolves nearly to complete extinction. For hundreds of miles, he searched for a female. For any wolf like him. There was none left, only the four legged ferals. The wolf had decided that odds being what they were, it would be a better idea to steal a human girl away. There were certain magics, something entirely foreign to human, magic, that would be able to transform a human girl into a wolf like him. But, he had to do it just right, he had to specifically pick just the right human girl. Not only for the transformation to be effective and take hold, but to bear spring after the transformation. He was tall, lean and strong as hell. His fingers tipped in claws, his hands resembled and were referred to, as paws, though he retained the flexible fingers. He had a long, fluffy tail, two tall, pointed ears, tipped in white. The rest of his fur was a stark black. As with everything about him, over the years of generations that led up to him, wolves had evolved in accordance with their dwindling numbers. Black fur helped him blend with darkness, pads on his feet and hands helped him move silently. He could pick out a specific person from a mile away on scent alone. He was in a tree, his deep blue eyes focused on her. It wasn't like he was going to jump out of a bush and yell "Surprise!", jump on her and drag her off. That wouldn't suit his plans in the least. He needed her to cooperate. He needed her to do what he wanted without question. As the rabbit that had previously been shaking in fear in the bush quickly hops away from her, he gets a grand idea. That grandmother of hers... She certainly adored the old bat. Maybe... Deciding that the best plan, the wolf took off ahead of the girl, moving at a much quicker pace. Arriving at the home before the girl, he was doing some scouting. He couldn't go in after the grandmother just yet, since the girl was just a few minutes behind. Instead, he decided to take a place in a tree some distance away where he could keep an eye on the home, and anyone entering or leaving it. Particularly the leaving part. Some pleasantries were exchanged inside. Every time that Elaine came to visit, her grandmother would always gush and tell her that she grew more beautiful each passing day as a greeting. It was a sweet thing for the old lady to do. Elaine had never found herself that attractive. Then again she never cared to look in a mirror too often, only to see if her hair was in place. Elaine inquired about her health and what all the old woman had been up to. Not much, it would seem. With all the wolves disappearing it was easier to raise some chickens and have a small garden. It meant that she did not have to run into town as often. Not with her bad hip. She was extremely pleased with the fruits, cheeses, and chocolate that her favorite granddaughter had brought her. It took no coaxing at all for Elaine to get her to go outside towards the old creek.admits so lovely out today, ” the elderly woman warbled. The weather was a favored subject of hers. It was easy to remember, and it was always happening. €œI am happy to see that after such a long winter we get a beautiful spring.”“I love it, ” Elaine added. €œThe village has been really lively lately and so much has been going on.”“You should enter the goddess festival. Such a beautiful young girl would likely be chosen to represent the fertility goddess.”“You always say that, Nana, and I always decide not to. Other girls want it more than me. I donated understand why they would be so interested.”“It is something to be named the most beautiful maid of the village. The girl picked is normally married in a few months¦Adelaide sighed. Always, always marriage with this old bat! She chuckled and shook her head. He had to come up with a plan to steal the girl away, except that the girl had to have some degree of willingness to it. He could take her and rape her over and over again to his heart's content, but without at least some small degree of consent from her, he'd heard stories of females that wouldn't become impregnated through force because of sheer will. Furthermore, he couldn't risk that. So, as he continued to stalk her, his mind continued to move. Seeing her out in the back, near the stream with an elderly woman, he could tell that she was quite enamored with the old bat. That gave him a rather good idea. If she cared for this old crone, then he could use that against her. The wolf was certain that he could easily over power both of them. So, he simply had to catch the two off guard, threaten the young beauty with her old woman's life and then take her. What that girl didn't know was that she was going one way or another. The only difference was, would the old woman be alive when she left. Standing in his tree, watching the two at the creek, his tail flicks. He had a plan, simply to wait until they were on his turf, inside the forest again. There, he could sneak up on the pair before they got back home and... Elaine strolled with her grandmother along the riverbed, soaking in the sun and the odd observations from the old woman. Like how the river wasn’t flowing as strongly when it had always been the way it was. How the birds were loud, and the redhead beauty could scarcely hear them. All of these little things that no one would notice the elderly woman had. Then again it never really occurred to Elaine that she had lived out here and would notice such things. Into the woods they headed. There was a nice clearing just a little bit inside of it, almost a perfect circle of plush grass and a break in the ceiling where sun was able to drift down. This had been one of their favorite spots since the wolf population had been cut back. Elaine smiled, helping her grandmother over some trickier rocks and stumps.anti am I getting too old for this trek, ” her grandmother said in a huff. €œMy old bones cannot take this sort of climbing anymore.”“Are you admitting that something is getting to you?a Elaine teased with a chuckle.girl, you are getting cheeky. No man is going to want you with a tongue like that!”“That is perfectly fine by me!Agathe old woman let out an agitated sigh and gave Elaine a cross look. €œYou are such a willful, spoiled girl sometimes. Elaine¦ whatever are we going to do with you?a It wasn't like they were exactly hard to track. He could smell the younger's scent from half a mile away. It was unmistakable, alluring, and it permeated his every thought when he could smell her. He knew what he was going to do and just how he was going to do it. The older of the two was the girl's weak point. He could tell that she cared for her elder. He'd use that against her. Oh, he'd never harm the younger one. He knew what his plan was and how he'd break her into coming with him. Keeping her there after he'd gotten her... well, that was another bridge he'd cross when he comes to it. The wolf had waited until they'd had their little chat. Grinning, he'd moved to the edge of the forest so that when he spoke, he'd be within sight of the two. Licking his fangs and bringing his plan to action, he dug his claws into the tree next to him to alleviate the excitement he felt. "I'm sure I can help you with that problem of her being a spoiled, willful girl." The wolf says, making sure that his voice carried well and enough that the two could hear. "In fact, I don't believe I'm giving you a choice in the matter..." The tall, lean, black furred wolf stepped out from the shade of the trees into the sunlight, looking at the two. By that period in time, wolves were so rare that most thought them myth and legend more than fact and reality. But there he stood, his dark brown eyes on the two. A wolf! Elaine gasped loudly and wheeled back, her grandmother having pulled the young woman behind her. The elder gripped her cane defensively. People had called her crazy when she spoke of wolves still being in the forest. The redhead had even thought her grandmother was going senile in her old age. Yet here one was. Her heart stopped and her mouth dried. What did he want with them? What did he mean by his words?atishoo!a The old bat exclaimed as she waved her cane in his direction. €œGet on out of here! Shoo, boy, shoo!”“Nana!a Elaine exclaimed as she tried to get the brazen elder to stop her silly attempt to make the wolf stop. A little piece of wood was not going to stop such a creature. The redhead looked up at the beast. Her eyes took in the way he licked his fangs and her heart nearly stopped. €œWhat do you want with us? Were not good to eat. She is old and rubbery, and I am all skin and bones¦â€â€œStop it, girl! I know what I am doing!”“He is going to kill you if you try to hit him with that thing!a Her eyes darted back to the wolf, and she squared her shoulders. "I am not some dog!" He yells at the old woman. With a flash of his claws, the end of the old woman's cane fell to the ground in pieces, leaving the rest in her hand. Clearing his throat and regaining his composure, he takes a deep breath. Having not killed the old woman like he'd sorely wanted to at her insult, he'd almost killed the leverage he had in the situation. It was almost worth it. Running his fingers through his hair, he looks at the girl." Well, now that we've established that I'm not some dog to be shooed... or complained to about the thickness of meat on your bones..." The wolf tells the two, looking down at them." I'm not simply here to eat or even kill either of you. Well. Maybe. I might kill the old one. It could be fun to kill her slowly while she tries to flee and scream her lungs out. Might not be fun if she dies of a heart attack, though." The wolf's good eye bores into the girl's speaking to her in specific." So. Here's the deal, girly. You come with me and Nana here dies of old age instead of in the middle of a forest, alone and choking on her own blood. That's the deal. You come with me. You stay with me until I give you permission to leave. The old bat doesn't die a horrific death." He was dead serious, looking at her calmly. The old bat wouldn't be the first human he'd kill. Certainly not the last. At least the girl might save her." Sounds like such fantastic terms, doesn't it?" Though it frightened Elaine, the older woman seemed not to be phased by how her cane was destroyed. Only a playful smile had crossed her lips, as she knew better, and that he was indeed some bad dog that needed to be punished. At her age she was the type to accept death quite easily. She had lived, had children, loved and lost and experienced much. Her granddaughter, on the other hand, had much to experience. To be forced to live with a wolf... well, that could only mean one thing." Don't listen to him," The old woman snapped. "My death means nothing. Run, Elaine. Get out of her as fast as your pretty little feet can carry you." The redhead gave a small cry and shook her head. No. There was no way she would live with the guilt of knowing that her grandmother's death was on her conscious. How much she loved her! Living after she had been the one to kill her would be a fate worse than death." Nana..." she said softly before looking at the terrifying beast before them. "I... I don't have much of a choice. I will go with you." Though she wasn't sure what he had in mind for her. The wolf looks at the two, his tail swaying slowly behind him. The old woman was partially right. At her age, she could accept death quite easily. Where she was wrong was that he was as simple as some bad dog that needed to be punished. Even if that were true, she was certainly not the one to dole out the punishment to him. He knew that if the young one did end up refusing and the old coot kept at her wiles, he'd take the old one and slowly, painfully kill her over a period of hours in front of the younger." Well, you see, the thing is, oldie, she runs, I just go catch her, drag her back here, plop her cute little ass down right where she'll get a front row seat and a ticket to the show. Ya know, the one where I carve you up into little bits while keeping you alive as long as physically possible?" He asks her, giving a dark grin. When the girl shushes the old woman, he gives a nod." Funny." The wolf says, smirking deviously." In this case, the young is wiser than the old. There is no winning for the two of you. I'm taking her and at least you get to live for..." He looks at the old woman and snorts, grinning." A couple more weeks or so from the looks of it." Turning, the wolf begins to walk into the forest. The girl had agreed to come, and he'd simply expected her to be behind him. If not, he always knew where to find the two, and it's not like the old woman was going very far very fast without a cane... Elaine followed behind, clamping her hands over her ears as she heard her grandmother screaming after her. Her heart was breaking, but she did not see any other way. Her grandmother was such a kind person, and she was sure that, despite her maladies, she would make it into the town. There she would be able to tell other's of what had happened. Hopefully they got to her before this beast had picked her bones clean. A lump rose in her throat and she began to cry. No one had ever prepared her for something like this. Stories like this were just fairytales to scare children into sleeping. They didn't actually happen!" What are you planning on doing with me?" she asked as they walked deeper into the forest. "I mean, if you wanted to kill me you would have already done it, and I am sure that you don't want to devour me. That could have already been done, too." How innocent she was not to guess the obvious. If she took a moment to think she would have realized what was going on, but she was not going to allow herself to think that way. It was completely unbelievable. He was a wolf, and she was a human; nothing could happen between them... right? "I'm not really sure yet." He says in reply to her. Well, he did know what he'd planned on doing. To be honest with himself, he'd no idea what he was doing when it came down to the particulars. He really hadn't planned this far ahead, the silly wolf simply hadn't even been sure if he'd even be able to steal the girl, she hadn't gotten to the whole planning stage of raping her. He wasn't exactly the "RAW VIOLENCE" type, he'd just been brought to situations in his life wherein he needed to resort to violence in order to survive. His tail flicking in annoyance, he wondered exactly how this was going to work with her. Or if he could even impregnate a human. He was just taking a guess that since he was quite human in traits, except for his... well, his canine anatomy that she might not even like, that this could even work. Taking a deep breath, he gives a nod. He'd just have to get it over with and pray that the first time raping her would be the hardest, and then after that he'd just naturally find the flow of things. In the meantime, he simply just had to get her back to his home. She'd likely be surprised to find that he lived in a cave. Well, that wasn't exactly the surprising part. It was that he'd the skills enough to build the cave system into that of a home worthy of royalty. In the darkness of the cave was an oak wooden wall with a door in the frame. Inside, the floors were made from mahogany wood. He'd built furniture that could've sold in the wealthiest of craft stores. Walking inside, he wasn't really even looking at her. "My father was a carpenter." He says to her, making sure she's inside before closing the door. The caves were lit by an intricate system of mirrors that drew light inside from an opening deeper in the cave, magnified it and poured it through the mirrors in each room, giving the rooms the same brightness as being outside." He passed his craft to me before... well, before humans came and wiped us all out. Except myself. Now I have no need for that skill any longer. Want to guess as to what skills I find my self in need of as of late?" He asks her, forcing her to guess at something darker and sinister than all appearances of his nice home may be. The state of the cave was shocking. What she was expecting was some seedy little hole in the side of a mountain or a patch of wood that had been cleared. This was far beyond what she expected. A wolf made this?! The construction was so humanlike and it amazed her. She ran a hand over the walls of her new home. At least this could have been much worse. Then again she had no idea if she was going to live very long." I am not sure what else you could need," she told him. "With no other wolves around, finding food shouldn't be that hard for you, and you seem to have done quite well for yourself. Is it that you're lonely?" That seemed like the reasonable answer. With no other wolves around he was likely sick of being by himself. A lump rose in her throat. "You know, I would have come to visit you if you just asked." How could someone so beautiful no know the ways of men? It must have been infuriating to the powerful beast to have her be so oblivious to the obvious. Elaine was like that though. Despite what happened she preferred to believe the best in people. Even if they were not people technically." This place is really nice. It is impressive you built it yourself. This is nicer than my house." "Is that all life is to you?" The wolf asks her, walking over to the wall where she'd touched it. Looking at the finely layered, flush, symmetrical wood, he speaks to her. "Is life really just as simple as food in your belly and a roof over your head?" The wolf asks of her. He wasn't exactly waiting for an answer, brushing his fingers over the wood." Life is about more than simple base desires..." Turning and walking into the room, he speaks to her over his shoulder, not directly looking at her." Being human and just so far superior to my kind, one would think that you'd know that." His voice was rough as he chided her for acting superior to him, thinking that a wolf's needs were simple, that she knew what he wanted out of life. Taking one of the chairs from the room, he walks over to her with it. Sitting her down in it, he kneels down, looking up into her eyes. She could see his eyes. His right eye, a deep brown, the kind of gaze that scholars had when deep in thought. His left, on the other hand, bore the mark he'd forever carry from the humans. A long gash from above the brow down to the cheek bone and his destroyed eye. The deep, intellectual brown had been replaced by a lifeless, souless gray. It was a stark contrast and a good insight into the paradox that was the wolves race. On one hand, they were acutely intellectual and philosophical. On the other, forever scarred and the life stripped away by humanities' hatred for their difference. "Feel this chair..." He tells her, taking her hand into his paw, his fingers gently moving her hand." You can feel the tree's sacrifice that went into it. The sweat of my hard work. The comforts of time and effort. This is the skill my father passed to me. Not a warrior's mind. Not a tactician's mind. A carpenter's mind. But wolves... Wolves no longer have need... I've no longer a need for this skill. The only skill left available to me is to deal in the arts of fear and death. This is the last thing I have good inside of me, and it is what my father gave to me." He looks deep into her eyes." And what I should give to my child." Elaine glared at him. What a way to take her kindness out of proportion. It hurt to think that someone would find her shallow. What someone needed was by far much different than what someone wanted. So other than food, shelter, and clothing she was completely unsure what other basic need was needed to be filled. She did not see the point in insulting her intelligence. She had AGREED to be here after all. Tears formed in her eyes because she was so angry at him! She begrudgingly sat down and looked into his eyes. Her own were shiny and burnt with anger as he explained the craftsmanship that went into the house and how he wanted to pass it on to his son. As she studied his eyes his intent became clear with that one word. Son. Whatever anger she was feeling was replaced by one of absolute dread. He intended to mate her! Visibly she recoiled in the chair and attempted to make herself smaller. Whatever good that would do. The fury burning in her eyes became one of timid fear, and she shook her head." I-I-I can't provide you a son!" she stammered out. "I am... well, no. I refuse!" His one good eye looks into her own, undaunted by her in the least. He could see the anger in her eyes, he could see the anger quickly replaced by fear. Watching her try to shrink into the chair and make herself as small as possible, a defensive reflex that prey tends to use when cornered. He looked at her, unflinchingly watching her reaction to him. "You don't get a choice, girly." The wolf tells her. He reaches up, gripping her hair, he tugs it to lean her head back. Drawing her toward him, he moves her head so that her nose is an inch from his own. "I am going to use you again and again, pouring my thick seed into you over and over again until I am certain that you either can or cannot bear me a child." The wolf says, growling softly. He wasn't kidding with her in the least. Leaning down, he presses a deep kiss to her lips, even if she wasn't accepting of it. Letting her hair go, he stands up. Looking down at her, he licks his fangs." And do pray that you can, because if you cannot, you'll find the fable about wolves eating humans to be true." The wolf says, leaning over her. Flicking his claws out, she could feel him lean down and shred her top off of her body in a matter of mere seconds, leaving her there with nothing to cover her any longer. Elaine let out a sharp gasp as he pulled her hair. Her eyes could not be drawn away from his as he spoke. He terrified her more than anything ever had. The graphic image came to her mind of him forcing himself on her over and over again; his claws digging into her hips, and he thrust over and over again into her unwilling and fighting body. She began to weep uncontrollably and tried to pull her mouth away from his; unable to do so because his muzzle was crushing her lips. As soon as he let go of her, Elaine shook her head; wiping her mouth clean like some child would. Her sobbing became louder as he continued to speak. He was going to eat her! This was never going to work! A human couldn't have the baby of a wolf... could they? They were a different species! Would parts even match up for them to do anything? As she thought he leaned over her and began to shred at her top." No!" she screamed. She threw up her hands and tried to push them against his face to deter him. Feet came up kick against his stomach. She slides of her chair, rolling to try and get away from him. "I am not going to do it! I am not going to be used and then eaten!" The wolf looks at her, watching her eyes, making sure that she was paying rapt attention to his words. He could see the terror in her eyes and it excited him. His plan was working quite well thus far. His lips pressed against hers, her top coming apart into little strips when she begins to thrash and push at him, he lets the kiss go. Looking down at her, he grins and leans up from her, his tail flicking happily. Letting her roll away from him, it wasn't like she was about to find the ability to escape." Is that what you think is going to happen?" The wolf asks her, walking slowly toward her as she tries to scramble away. When she's backed into a corner, he smirks, looking down at her." Well, you're almost right..." The wolf tells her, reaching down and grabbing her by the hair, tugging her up to her feet again." But, if you cooperate and time comes and goes and still nothing, just maybe I won't eat you, and maybe I'll return you back into your grandma's arms." The wolf looks at her and smirks, licking his lips." Then again, I might just drag you over there and let you watch as I eat her." The wolf says, looking at her." And then you can live the rest of your life with that memory as a pet to a big bad wolf." He tells her, a devilish grin across his face as he stands there. The scraps of her shirt fell away to reveal large, firm, and round breasts topped with little pink nipples. His lips caused her to recoil, and she tried to pull herself away once more. They weren't even the same species! Elaine did not understand why he would even want to take a human as a mate! Finally, he dropped her, and she attempted an escape, backing herself into a wall. Terror filled her eyes and she let out a scream as he approached her. A piercing scream that likely hurt his sensitive ears. She did not care if she hurt him. He was planning on hurting her badly. Maybe not physically but she was sure that this act would permanently scar her emotionally. Again he was pulling her up by her hair and she let out a grunt." No!" she began to cry. Tears streaked her face and made it swell. "Please! Don't do this! I... I don't want my first time to be with a wolf!" The wolf looks at her, watching her cower before him as her top comes unraveled, and her body is revealed to him. When she pulls away from him, he doesn't seem too terribly bothered by it. Looking at her with a soft growl, he starts to move toward her. When she screams like that, he frowns, putting his paws over his ears. Giving a huff, he waits until she's done. Huffing, he starts to move toward her again." Is all of this really necessary?" He asks her rhetorically. She'd started crying and muttering something about her first time with a wolf. Or her first time in general." You're a virgin?" He asks her. Licking his lips, he growls as he looks over her body again." I'm going to enjoy this that much more..." Moving over to her, he's quick to take her, pick her up and throw her onto the bed and then pounce on her before she can escape from it again. Of course, it was all needed! Elaine was terrified. This beast was going to rape her! What did he expect; for her to grovel at his feet? As he scooped her up she beat against his chest and flailed her arms. That did not phase an animal such as him. Without any mercy she was thrown on the bed, and he climbed on top of her. The scent of his fur was almost overpowering. It was not a bad smell; it was a wild one. One that was rubbing against her and covering up her human smell. She twisted beneath him as she tried to wriggle her way from beneath him. Yet all she managed was flipping on to her stomach, pert ass rubbing against his crotch as she attempted to escape further. Her skirt was her last line of protection and that was slipping down her hips." I don't care what you want!" she exclaimed. "I will not become yours! I won't! I won't!" Every time she resisted him or tried to worm her way out of his grasp, the wolf would simply ignore her attacks or press her back into the bed. Crawling atop of her body, she did at least manage to get herself turned over onto her stomach, which was actually a poor move on her part. Her perky little ass lifted from the bed as she tried to squirm away, but she was only doing herself more harm. With her skirt down around her thighs, he takes the base of her panties and pushes them against her thigh, revealing her pink folds. As she's bent over and trying to squirm away, she can feel his large, red, knotted wolf cock pushing against her pussy. Something hard-pressed at the entrance of her womanhood. Elaine let out a terrified squeak. Her body froze completely, and she threw a terrified look over her shoulder at him. It begged him not to go any further. There was no such mercy. It stroked at her slit with every slightly movement of the two. A lump rose in her throat. What could she do?! With him so close the danger rang in her head and seized every single muscle in her body. There was no more fighting back. Her being was submitting to her terror." It's so big!" she cried through gritted teeth. Soon, with her muscles as stiff as they could be, her head dropped forward, and she simply wept bitterly. "You'll kill me with it!" What else could she do now? With her body not responding and with his cock perched precariously at her entrance, there was nothing she could do but take it. Eyes closed sharply, and she gripped the sheets, bracing herself for what was going to happen. She could feel him throbbing at her entrance. Leaning over her, licking his lips, the wolf gives a soft growl from the feel of her warm pink folds. Red could feel the warm precut squirting from his cock over her pink folds. It didn't matter if she was wet or not, the warm, sticky, slick liquid would provide that for himself. With his body leaned over hers, she could feel his powerful form keeping her from trying to pull away or do something stupid. Putting his paws over her hips, the wolf holds her steady and still. With him holding her, she could feel him starting to enter her pussy. She could feel herself stretching around him as he starts to push his large canine cock inside of her. Slowly, little by little, she begins to take him inside of her body. When Red can feel herself breaking, she can feel him at her virgin hymen. Leaning down, he whispers into her ear." You belong to me." As he tells her, she can feel him take her virginity away from her, pushing every last inch of his large wolf cock into her until her pink folds kiss his knot at the base. Elaine bit her lip and closed her eyes tightly. It would end soon. He was shoved it inside of her, pump a few times, then roll over and fall asleep. That is what the biddies at the town square joked about when it came to their husbands. In shame, she hung the thick red curls of her hair in her face so he could not see her agony. The large thing slid inside of her painfully slow. The tight walls of her womanhood attempted to fit his girth but, instead, gave way to the immense size and ripped instead. There was already blood, and he had not even pierced her hymen at that point. Virgin muscles, tight and relentless, clenched at his monster member. Every single inch made her cry and bawl. When he reached that bit of skin inside of her and broke through she howled in agony. Her back arched. She would have thrashed and attempted to pull away, but his body kept her nearly immobile. Still deeper he delved, and she felt the tip of her push against another wall inside of her. Eyes widened, and another yelp came from her as her body was wracked with sobs. She bit down on a pillow to stifle her cries. He did not need to hear how much power he had over her. The satisfaction he likely got from it would not be had. At least not fully. She had begged him not to take her. There had to be more willing girls! There were truly sick people out there that would likely like to get it on with a wolf. That knot frightened her. It was even thicker than the rest of him and likely would not feel good pushed inside of her." I don't belong to anyone!" she growled through the material of his pillow. "Just hurry up and get out of me!" It wasn't like what the old biddies had described after all. He slipped himself into her, pushing his entire shaft inside of her, enjoying her screaming and crying. She could feel him going deeper and deeper into her, taking her virginity away from her, making her permanently his. Even if she were to lay with another man, she'd always remember the feeling of his large, red, knotted dick sliding into her pussy and taking her virginity. He started to pump his cock into her pussy, sliding his shaft into her over and over again. She could feel him moving inside of her with each thrust, his throbbing cock squirting his precut in her and coating her pussy, making it easier for him to fuck her. She could feel the warm precut flowing into her to the point that it was spilling out of her pussy around his cock and running down her thighs. He grabs her by the hair, turning her head and forcing her to look into his one good eye." How does it feel to be fucked by a dog?" He asks her, not being merciful with her at all. She'd insulted him earlier by calling him a simple dog, and now, she was paying the price for it, that being his throbbing cock sliding deep into her, spilling precut into her and taking her body as his own little personal fuck toy. She felt like she was being torn apart! The pain was akin to being stabbed over and over and over again. Each of his thrust brought her untold agony. If he weren't so large it wouldn't have been so bad. Elaine hated the slimy, hot liquid that trickled down her legs; it was a part of him and, thus, made it disgusting. After each time he pushed inside of her, she prayed to the Goddess that it would end. Let him cum. When he ejaculates, it will be over. Just let him cum. With a painful and hard jerk of her hair, she was forced to look at him. The terror on her face was clear. No! Elaine did not want to have her face seen! Looking he would be able to see the torment and sheer humiliation carved on every line of her features." It hurts!" she screamed at him. What was he expecting her to say? The wolf felt his cock throbbing as he rapes the girl. He was quite enjoying himself, and he'd not give her the satisfaction of a quick orgasm. She was tight around him, so he could quite easily tell that he was her first. Smirking to himself, he quite enjoyed that thought. That he was the only male to take her, his cock the only one to penetrate such a beautiful girl. Sliding into her over and over again, she could feel more and more of his precut pouring into her and leaking out, constantly keeping her wet and making it easy for him to fuck her. At her little comment about the pain, he smirks." By the time I'm done with you, you'll be just my little play thing..." The wolf says, sliding into her over and over again as he tells her, forcing her to keep facing him. "I'll fill you over and over again until you're pregnant... and then I'll send you home so you can be ashamed of what you carry... so ashamed that I'll be the only one that cares about you, and you'll come back to me on your knees, taking my cock into your mouth without a word as a sign of submission and apology so that I'll take you back." He tells her, painting a dark and grim future for her. Elaine let out a desperate cry at his words. That would be too terrible to do! Her town would look down upon her if she were forced to return with a belly full of cubs. If she had something in her stomach, she would have thrown up all over him. She would have enjoyed the sight of him covered in her disgusting bile. He deserved everything bad that ever happened to him. For doing this to her, he deserved to have his cock split and to be hung upside down as an example. That thought was the only thing keeping her from screaming a hate-filled retort at him. The pain of his thrusting faded and all that remained was an awkward friction. It tickled at her insides and left her wanting to squirm away. A blush crossed her cheeks and her breathing quickened; in rhythm with her rapidly swaying breasts. That friction grew, and she could not help but arch her back; her own juices now adding to the ease of his firm and demanding thrusts. What was happening to her?! Tears formed in her eyes and trickled down her face. This could not actually feel good. That was not possible! But there she was with her own wetness now trickling down her thighs and soft moans sounding in her throat. He slides deep inside of her again and again, the bed rocking with each thrust of his cock inside of her. He was quite enjoying watching her reactions-her reactions of hate and desperation. But then she'd begun to have reactions that he certainly had not expected of her. Her pussy began to become wet around him, making his soft furry thighs wet. Her back arched up into his chest as he held himself over her. Most of all, she began to make a sound so sweet, he almost came when he heard it; she moaned. Leaning down to her, he began to whisper into her ear." Mmm, don't resist it then, Plane..." He tells her, his entire demeanor changing. He was still raping her and taking her rough, no doubt, but the way he treated her changed. Furthermore, he wanted to see if she was going to orgasm around his cock, he wanted to see if he could take her and make her climax despite all of her hate. That, above all things would make her break quicker than any amount of pain he could force upon her. She could feel him deep inside of her with each thrust, throbbing once his entire shaft was in her. It was obvious that she made him feel good if she paid attention to his cock inside of her. Each new thrust made her body jolt, and she could feel the knot rub against her pink folds and her clit each and every time he pumped himself into her. Elaine hated that it was starting to feel so good! Every stroke of his huge cock brought a shiver of pleasure running up her spine. He was so deep now that his large knot was rubbing against the nub of nerves on the outside her body, causing the sensations to be more intense. The soft moaning became louder, no matter how hard she tried to stifle it. The beautiful redhead did not want to give him the satisfaction of knowing that he was causing her body to feel something that should have been just wonderful. However, he already knew. He leaned over her and whispered in her ear not to fight the feelings going through her. No! She didn’t want to look at him anymore and hear his words. She attempted to pull away but only managed to flop a little before the intense and powerful pleasure washed over her in waves. There was no fighting it and she finally gave up. In this she would simply let it happen. There would be other things that she would fight. If he treated her less than human, she was going to let him know. This wasn’t so bad though.“Mmmm, ” she groaned. €œI hate you¦ foray¦ this¦appall of the muscles in her body tightened, and she let out a loud cry. What was this? It felt like her whole body was on the very verge of exploding! Heat and a tight, throbbing pleasure formed between her legs and she was literally dripping down her thighs, likely soaking his fur. He couldn't believe that her pussy was soaking and squeezing him. It made his cock throb inside of her, it made his moans match her own intensity. He began to enjoy himself, fucking her instead of plain raping her. His cock slid deep inside of her while she moaned and squirmed under his body. Even when she tried to pull away, it wasn't him resisting her, it was her own body that didn't want to move away from him. She lay under him on the bed, surrendering herself to his pleasures. She could feel him press against her, kissing and dragging his fangs over the soft skin of her neck. All the while, his large canine cock sinks deep inside of her. As she climaxed, his instinct took over. She could feel him pressing hard against her, her tight, squeezing pussy wrapped around his cock now pressed against the knot. Little by little, her pussy began to stretch and take the knot inside of her. She stretched further than she thought that she could. Once it was inside of her, she could feel his knot swelling in her pussy, locking her around his cock, not allowing her to pull off of him. Growling hotly, his claws sink into the bed. He knew it might take several days, weeks or even months to get her pregnant, but he leaned down and whispered into her ear anyway." Mmm... enjoy a wolf's cum inside of you..." He tells her. Giving into his instinct and the pleasure, he began to orgasm. She could feel it rushing inside of her, warm, thick wolf cum pumping into her pussy like a hose, spilling over into her womb. His knot pressed into her painfully. Even through the haze of her orgasm the stretching of her muscles caused her discomfort. What was that?! A grunt sounded in her throat as it ballooned inside of her dripping pussy. Elaine attempted to pull herself off of him but, no matter how hard she pulled, she would not come loose! Her eyes then widened as she felt a hot spray erupt inside of her. It was as if he was filling her with boiling water. Enjoy it?! How was she supposed to enjoy this! No woman in her right mind would like the feeling of being pinned beneath a wolf as he pumped his thick and copious seed deep inside of her.“It’s disgusting, ” she bawled. Tears began to run down her face again. €œI hate you. I hate this whole fucking situation! Let me go!again she tried to pull herself off of him but was unable to do it and every time she tried, it caused a sharp stab of pain.away cannot I get off of your dick?! Let me off!a The wolf kept himself over her body, his cock buried and knotted inside of her. His cum flowed into her pussy, spilling over into her womb, soaking her inside. His cock did its job wonderfully of trying to impregnate her, but he had no way to tell if he was successful or not. Human girls didn't exactly go into heat, so he simply was going to fuck her each and every day until he could physically tell that she was pregnant. Sinking down atop of her, letting his weight pin her, he burrs quite happily in the afterglow of his orgasm, even as she whines some more." For a girl who just came so hard that it's all over my thighs and the bed, you sure do complain a lot." He mutters to her. Resting his chin on her shoulder, he licks her cheek. "Relax, it's not coming out any time soon, and if you struggle, you'll just make it worse." ((Hey, I plan on continuing, but I was just away doing my military shit. I couldn't get Wi-Fi in the barracks.)) Elaine gave a pathetic sort of whimper as his body pressed down on her, pushing the knot more firmly into her sore snatch. Tears of frustrated and complete despair streaked down her face and she gripped the sheets; if she could have she would have shredded them into tiny pieces. Not only did she have to suffer being taken against her will, but now she had to be reminded of exactly what happened. His hot tongue crossed her cheek and she did not even attempt to pull away.anyhow long will I be stuck like this?a she asked in a shaking voice. It cracked with her sorrow. €œThis hurts and¦ well¦ you know, I donated think you very much care.a

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[NSFW] - Bar Crawls and Space Walks(Recruitment thread)

Your mind, adrift in the endless void between eternities, hears a voice. She sounds… perky and excited; genuine. Do you heed her call? You, yes you reading this, have been hired (read: forced) into service! Congratulations! Unfortunately, your bodies didn’t survive the transfer. Not to worry though, we have new ones of a variety of species available to you! You won’t get many benefits of these species sadly, but your employers have graciously allowed me to compensate you for this! I’m not too powerful, but I can offer more minor powers to you! You’ll even get to keep them if you survive! If you wish to retain your previous powers, I understand, but there are limits to what can be kept. I’m sorry. Click to expand... Spoiler: ”Confederacy Races” Spoiler: ”Humans” Humans know the value of working together. Less than the Pygmies, but more than the Silverizes, they make a good middle ground and thus are often considered the backbone of the Confederacy they helped found. A primarily planet bound race, the rate of Sykes is low except military families and nomads. The long voyages through dark space are incredibly boring for humans, thus to relieve the boredom they often turn to, well, sex. Saturated in the dark space’s radiation, the humans conceived here are far more likely to become Sykes than most other humans. Most nations lack their own military, instead having their recruits join the Confederacy’s joint task force. Those nations that do have their own military usually keep it rather small, focusing mostly on domestic issues instead of intergalactic warfare. Humans are, overall, a physically weak race, though one that possesses some impressive stamina, so most choose to enhance themselves with cybernetics that allow them to even the playing field. Spoiler: “Pygmies” The Pygmies are aggressive, violent, and have your back in a fight if you manage to befriend them. The second race of the Confederacy, their prey status on the death world they call a home planet forced them to be very group focused, always putting the whole above themselves. Since they conquered and tamed their home planet, they’ve mellowed out a bit, but instincts die hard, and they can become almost irrationally violent if you threaten them or theirs. Usually very proud of their government, many signs up for military service, though this is by no means required. Many will keep their service weapons after they leave as well, a practice that isn’t strictly allowed but is usually ignored. Friendly to their allies and rather social, they tend to get along with Humans well enough, but their attitudes towards personal space and when it’s appropriate to not be sociable (very little and almost never respectively) put the Silverizes off of them a tad. Just… don’t pet they’re rather rabbit like ears, or they’ll never leave you alone. Still, they’re a great race to have around when your back is up against the wall. Spoiler: ”Silverizes” Also called cat girls (or boys) by some humans if they’re feeling playful. They’re a reclusive people, preferring solitude to being in a large group. Still, they’re not too territorial, the trait having long been bred out of them over centuries of city life on their home world, so they aren’t too likely to scratch your face off if you come into their home and startle them. Most technologies the species have been for exploration with minor investments into war. Their government reflects this, as, though they do have a central government, they are a very individual focused group. Still, they do get a bit twitchy when crowded, so they don’t get along too well with Pygmies, humans are fine though… so long as they don’t insist on petting them constantly. Spoiler: ”Alliance Races” Spoiler: ”Nitrous” Warlike and powerful, their veins pulse and glow with the energy of hyperspace, infusing everything they do They are large and very, very good-looking. Their military is very strong, as they are the leaders - and only real members - of the Alliance of Systems. The race as a whole is rather inured with gene mods, giving them far greater physical abilities than most races. They supplement this with high power energy weapons, though these are restricted to military use. Civilians don’t receive most of the benefits of their technology. Recent rumors suggest that the next worlds they wish to conquer belong to the Confederacy, a much more powerful force than they’ve ever fought before… Not that they seem worried. Spoiler: ”Seraphic” So named by the few humans that have seen them, they were conquered by the Nitrous in the early days of their space age. Unable to combat the overwhelming technological advantage, they resorted to guerrilla warfare. Sadly, this lead to harsh, Draconian measures being taken to quell rebellion. Forced gene mods removed their ability to fly, the once majestic avian race becoming land bound. The wings are mere ornamentation which, along with the forced infusion of hyperspace energies, reminds them of their supposed place; underneath the Nitrous’ boot heel. Much of the species still resists, but open rebellion is doomed to failure and most attempts at escape end poorly. Forced conscription are commonplace, teaching many how to fight; for good or ill. Spoiler: ”Crises” The Ictus resemble the common European polecat in many respects, though bipedal and with hands. Pragmatic in the extreme, they joined the alliance willingly and thus have a far greater status than most in the faction. Those that have left the faction are ostracized and shunned, different from most of the other members of their species in that they can get along with other people. Humans intrigue them, the histories between the two races very similar in some respects. Not much is known about them otherwise, as they tend to be rather reclusive. What is known is that they are ruthless in a fight, taking the fastest route to incapacitate their foe, and far more willing to cripple than kill. They might need food later after all. Spoiler: ”Meritocracy Races” Spoiler:” Locates” An infection race, they have a caste system based around knowledge and experience. The smarter and more able you are, the more respect and acclaim you receive. This led them to create the Meritocracy. Their ultimate goal is rather simple: to achieve immortality through science. Chances are that if you came up with an idea, these guys already perfected it. They’ll hire other races at times, they might be useful in some fashion, coming up with something novel, looking through old tech to find new uses, cleaning things. Their own species does these things too of course, but other races are cheaper to hire. Generally peaceful, they nonetheless have a very powerful military thanks to their technology. Spoiler: ”Anguishes” A reptilian race, not dissimilar to the dragons of human fantasy in that they can breathe a caustic flame from their mouths, they’re one of the most physically imposing species in the known galaxies. Fast, strong, and tough as stone, fisticuffs are not recommended against them. Reclusive, they joined the Meritocracy out of expediency (they had money, power, and tech and made it easier to get those things) more than anything else, but have contributed to the faction’s technological lead over most others. Not a race to take lightly. Spoiler: ”Bracts” The Bract are an odd, tentacles bunch with no real understanding of war, at least, not in the way humans see it. Focusing on economic and cultural domination, they joined the Meritocracy to further their mysterious goals. Having an extremely high rate of young born with psychic abilities, the Bract home world is steeped in dark space radiation thanks to old, long forgotten, FTL experiments involving the dark space. Most members have at least a minor psychic talent, some being very powerful. Their bodies are mostly made up of tentacles, all sprouting from a central core, making communication difficult with those immune or resistant to psychic phenomenon as they primarily communicate through psychic abilities. With unclear motives and a secretive society, very, very little is known about this race. More humans know about the history of the Seraphic than know about this race, and not many know of the first. They apparently make good lovers though. A bit of a SCIFI fantasy RP here. SI’s, OCs, and canon characters from other franchises allowed. If you want to be an SI, please use an apprentice power from the Worm COA. You may also choose the tech or items from that list. I have veto power, so I’ll say some of what Won’tallow here: Spoiler No DnD mages, warlock, clerics, and paladins are fine, however. Ar's Magic also isn’t allowed, too large scale. Dresden magic is allowed with a caveat: no tech bane, no dark hollow. No Harry Potter. You can't be a brogan or an Atari. If you think of a power or tech not on there, run it by me, I might allow it. If you are going with an OC, the above may still apply, or you may use an OC from an existing work. Again: run those by me and Willie looking up these works for feats; so be honest. Regardless of what type of character you use, you’ll still have to choose one of the races listed above. Please don’t all choose the same race, that’s boring. And yes, this is an original universe. Spoiler: ”Application sheet” Character name: Gender: Species: Age: Appearance: Power or Tech: Universe of Origin (if SI, say so here): General Personality (yes, SI’s too): edit: Oh, and if the character can blow up a WW2 battleship with ease, the answer is no. I'm interested, but I won't be able to put up a sheet for a while. [DATA REDACTED] said: ↑ I'm interested, but I won't be able to put up a sheet for a while. Click to expand... Spoiler (sorry had too) I have a gut feeling I’m going to have a lot of free time in the future so eh, count me in. Won’t be able to put up a sheet for a while though. I think it's kind of amusing how you're vetoing any Brogan characters, despite the fact that from what I can tell going off your description for them, the Pygmies are basically what you'd get if you took the Brogan, made them a bit more sociable and then gave them rabbit ears. Not that I mind, granted, I just thought it was worth pointing out. Anyways, currently making a character now, but can I assume that for ages that all the species listed have lifespans comparable to humans? I don't want to accidentally make a character who's 30 years old and is a species that either tends to die of old age by age 20, or doesn't reach developmental adulthood until age 150. searcher8 said: ↑ I think it's kind of amusing how you're vetoing any Brogan characters, despite the fact that from what I can tell going off your description for them, the Pygmies are basically what you'd get if you took the Brogan, made them a bit more sociable and then gave them rabbit ears. Not that I mind, granted, I just thought it was worth pointing out. Click to expand... Except for the regeneration, the strength, the redundant organs.... searcher8 said: ↑ Anyway, currently making a character now, but can I assume that for ages that all the species listed have lifespans comparable to humans? I don't want to accidentally make a character who's 30 years old and is a species that either tends to die of old age by age 20, or doesn't reach developmental adulthood until age 150. Click to expand... Most of them mature at the same rate as modern humans. Character name: Peter Emile, Speaker of BoskoneGender: Male Species: Human... for nonage: 27Appearance: Standing roughly six feet, six inches tall, with marble pale skin, possessed of absolute symmetry along his left and right side, aristocratic features, pale malachite green irises, as if delicately shaved from perfect gemstones, lacking the warmth or humanity of the normal human eye, long Venetian red hair, again inhuman in its color, akin to something found more commonly in plant life. He entirely lacks body hair anywhere BUT the top of his head, and is utterly free of blemish or imperfection, having been made, not grown. He weighs roughly two hundred and fifty pounds, and has a sculpted, but again inhuman build to him, utterly efficient, and entirely lacking the warmth of humanity. Furthermore, he is usually dressed in dark, somber colors, and has a fondness for long coats. His sense of footwear is always practical, going for tactical boots while on the job. When he is not on business, he will be dressed in bright, offensively so, Hawaiian style shirts, and some form of swim shorts, no matter the weather, alongside socks and sandals. Finally, Peter wears black ray bans transition glasses, an artifact of his human life. Power or Tech: Spoiler: Lens of Arista The Lens fundamentally changes the wearer, converting them into a hybridization of an Frisian Lifeforms, and a member of the 'Unit', using the genetic template of Christopher 'Kit' Dennison, and finally the subject itself. The missing link between the assumed forms of an Frisian, and the evolution of the Frisian program allows the wearer to remain stable, and not degrade, possessing peak human physical attributes, and exceptional latent psychokinetic abilities. The Lens itself serves as an amplifier for these abilities, and possesses in it the ingrained knowledge of all Galactic Civilization Era Technology as of the fall of Eddie, though accessing this is not a simple task, requiring the user to spend prolonged time in meditation, sorting through the catalogs of technology, information, and techniques before organizing them. Initially, the library will be an absolute mess of information, as it is organized to foreign principles, and will need to be harmonized to the users thought patterns. It also grants Peak Human physical condition, but this requires gaining control over due to there being no possible instincts developed for it. The wearer finally does not age. Psychokinetically, the wearer is one of the most powerful telepaths, and telekinetic outside truly divine beings, but these abilities are choked off, forced to progress slowly for the safety of the wearer by The Frisian. It would take a period of years to achieve the heights that are promised by the Lens, though this is lessened by mastery, and danger to the wearer. Finally, mentally, and psychologically, the wearer is utterly rewritten. While echoes of the original being remained, they are overshadowed by superhuman raw mental processing power, Endemic Memory, extensive creative capabilities, superhuman levels of spatial reasoning, and incredible mental stability. Of these, the stability is the very first to come online, and comes online wholesale. Beings of this level of stability are shown to casually handle information that would utterly destroy resilient, but unexceptional minds, as well as withstand extensive physical, chemical, psychic, psychological, and nigh spiritual torture simultaneously for extended periods, alongside showing the capacity to integrate mental partitions of themselves that would be anathema to their mindset with minimal issue. The Spatial Reasoning, and Intelligence are indeed great boons, but require the mindset to make use of them, meaning that it is only there to assist the wearer, not win the day. Notes about the Lens: Comparable to the Lantern Rings in nature, the Lens is a product of the original Space Opera. The Lens, and the Lens man, inspired the Jedi, the Green Lanterns, and almost every other hero similar. A Lens is worn on the left wrist, affixed with an iridium/platinum alloy chain, and is composed of what appears to be an endless cornucopia of brilliantly colored gemstones of every color, melted into one heterogeneous hemisphere. When separated from the wielder, the Lens turns an inert gray, and assumes a gel like state. Contact with an Inert Lens will kill all but the strongest of minds. An inert Lens is of no danger to its owner. Death of the wearer will cause a Lens, no matter the distance, to sublimate into nothingness, but while they live, the Lens is truly indestructible. Notes on Peter: Initially, beyond the Peak Human body, access to a catalog of radically different technology and training (They use Vacuum Tube based technology, not Transistors, to give a sense of things.) and the mental augmentations, Peter is gifted with the ability to appeal to the baseness of others. He exudes a strong charisma to those who have appetites for Greed, Lust, Ambition, or other weaknesses of moral character. Any other mental technique will need to come from training. Universe of Origin: Earth; Pseudo-SI involving Lens man Sexology. General Personality: Analytical, driven, and forthright, Peter has yet to find a goal, but nothing will stand in the way of achieving it when he does. He is otherwise hard to pin down, almost inconsistent in his personality, as he is adapting to a new world, and assuming a mask that is most efficient at the time. He is compassionate while being firm, relaxed while being professional, and genuine despite hidden depths. All of these are masks he wears depending on what people need him to be. And guys, this won't be all that lewd. Just FYI. Elaine LeBlanc Click to expand... Gender: Female Species: Silverize Age: 28​Universe of Origin: OC General Personality:Walking, talking, purringclass. Elaine is a thrill seeker with a heart of gold, and that heart of gold is very important for she is not a Lemme Fatal. She is not particularly dangerous, but she is always up to the job of stealing anything that catches her fancy! Nonetheless, she steals for thechallengeandpleasureof the job, while avoiding violence and restricting her targets to those who can afford the loss. Always leaving her calling card when she is done. She may be a little bit of a kleptomaniac, but she is not a common thug! From time to time she also goes out of her way to stop or investigate serious crimes. And even works as a freelancer for those she believes are working for a good cause, or to save lives. Besides that, she has a passion for the Arcane. When she is not enjoying life, seeking a thrill, or being a lazy cat, she is studying or working on her craft. And if she does not pay attention, she can lock herself up for days trying to calculate how to twist reality to her whims! Powers:Elaine is an expert on sabotage, infiltration, extraction, property acquisition, and stealth. All of this is aided by the fact that she is a Seal Mistress, able to enchant and create great wondrous items with her scripts and runes. Alas, her magical power isn't really that great, that being one of the reasons she started learning her craft instead of becoming a sorceress. But even if she isn't a powerhouse of magic might, she hasmasteredall the can trips and the couple of spells that she is able to cast! Using these abilities Elaine may not be the most powerful, or the greatest. But one thing you can be sure is that no one will ever know when she strikes, for she is the greatest cat burglar! Spoiler: Powers Can trips Mastery A can trip is a spell that can be cast at will without it being prepared in advance. The repeated practice has fixed the spell in the caster’s mind and infused the caster with the magic needed to produce the effect over and over. Spoiler: Can trips She can use telekinesis with up to 25 kilograms of force. She can color, clean, soil or make glow (with the strength of a lightbulb and in any color) any target. She can chill, warm, scent, or flavor any non-living matter including air. Can create small objects, said objects are based on her image of the object, leading them to look fake at a close inspection unless it's a familiar object, or she is making a copy of another object in her possession. These objects tend to last at most for a few hours. Allows her to create a volume of sounds that rises, recedes, approaches, or remains at a fixed place. Barking, meowing, talking, singing, shouting, walking, marching, or running sounds can be created. She can create the visual illusion of an object, creature, or force, as visualized by her. The illusion does not create sound, smell, texture, or temperature. She can create small water streams from her fingers, the output is similar to that of a normal garden hose. She can instantaneously light or snuff out candles, torches, and small campfires. Modern lights can also be turned on and off, She can create a small ball of flame on her hands that can be hurled. Lightning can spring from her hand to deliver a shock to a creature she is touching. She can create a frigid beam of blue-white light that chills the target. She can repair a break or tear in an object she touches. As long as the break or tear is no larger than 1 foot in any dimension, she can mend it, leaving no trace of the former damage. Transformation Technique Using this technique, Elaine can assume the form of objects and creatures of similar size as her, or smaller. She can freely designate the specifics of her new form, but she does not gain any of her new form's extraordinary, supernatural or spell-like abilities other than its natural ones. It is typically used to change into people other than oneself, but one also has the ability to change into animals, plants, and even inanimate objects like weapons. She can also create equipment, natural weapons or simply make it so that her new form carries the same equipment as she does, but cannot create something overly complicated. Any part of the body or piece of equipment that is separated from the whole reverts to its true form. Pretty much a Naruto's Henge that doesn't break. ​Arcane Mark The arcane mark spell enables Elaine to etch instantaneously any rune or sigil upon any substance without harm to the material upon which it is placed. The writing can be visible or invisible. If it is invisible, channeling arcane energies near it will make the mark appear as a shadow. If an arcane mark is placed on a living being, normal wear gradually causes the effect to fade in about a month. Otherwise, the marks cannot fade unless damaged directly. Etching manually any rune or sigil will make the mark permanent. Elaine can "feel" all marks she has etched. ​ Wondrous Calligraphy Elaine is a master of Runes and Seals. Able of creating enchanted objects and wards with her craft. While the most esoteric uses of her abilities take time, she has created and mastered a variety of seals that she can create with ease: Spoiler: Abilities Explosive Rune: The Explosive Runes do what the Tin says. Once etched these runes can be activated with either a Mental Command that set them off instantaneously or by activating a "timer" making the rune a time bomb, literally. The power is regulated by Elaine at will, being able to detonate as no more than a small firecracker or smoke bomb, to a small charge of explosives. Invisibility Rune: This Rune makes the object or creature it is laid on completely invisible to all senses for an hour, this includes thermal and infrared vision. Otherwise, It can be active for as long as it is being fed magic. Feather Fall Rune: Objects and creatures marked with this rune fall slowly. Think of a Naruto Seal master that can also use some magic runes. ​The Phantom's Sigil This mark is Elaine's signature rune. It is directly connected to her very being and grants her several abilities. Spoiler: Abilities Clairvoyance The Sigil enables Elaine to hear or see the area the rune was etched almost as if she was there. She doesn't need line of sight or range of effect but must concentrate on the specific rune. Alarm Ward If enabled, this ability allows Elaine to receive a mental alarm each time a specific trigger she places on the rune activates. For example; Whenever a creature passes through the line of sight of a rune, when the rune feels any specified type of energy being used within 5 meters of it, the object the rune is place is moved at high speed, or if the object is damaged. Teleportation Elaine can enter a dimensional void at will that instantaneously transports her to the location of a rune. She is not limited to using just her own body, she can also use this technique to teleport other non-living objects as long as they have a rune etched on them to either another rune or herself. She can carry one other living being with her through direct contact. ​ Character name: Engender: Female Species: Tenn (formerly Human)Age: Apparent age: 16 (maybe higher due to cry)Appearance:Power or Tech: Tenn, Warframe tech Universe of Origin - Warframe General Personality: A slight introvert with an interest in technology, as well as a bit of anime (hence the cat-ears she made for herself). While she enjoys reading and tinkering, HEL also enjoys 'geeking out' and talking shop about various technologies, anime, or books. HEL is quick to initially warm up to someone if they make a good impression, but it takes time for her to truly come to trust that person. She also takes that trust very seriously, and will seek retribution if betrayed. Hel's personality shifts when controlling her Warframe. Years of training have driven into her to leave any and all personal desires behind for the sake of the mission. When in a fight, her personality becomes nearly as cold and inhuman as the Warframe she commands. The only exception to this are those who she truly trusts and cares for, who she will fight to the bitter end to protect. Spoiler: Skills/Powers/Tech stuff To those that know Warframe, no. HEL is at Second Dream level of Operator capability at most. Granted, this will grow over time, as will her Warframe's abilities. Operator: pretty much base human, controls the Warframe remotely via meditation. Skills: Hacking (amplified by the Warframe, when controlling it) Warframe technology knowledge - base level (understanding behind the concepts of the tech). Not capable of reproducing it, however. Technology - Familiar with concepts behind many different fields of tech, up to date with latest commercial breakthroughs/advances. Primary fields of interest are physics, electronics, computers, and weaponry. Warframe: ISARA Clad in black and red, this huntress primarily uses either a bow or silenced rifle and strikes from the shadows. Warframe abilities: Trick Arrows (cloak, dash wire, noise), Prowl, Navigator. Future Warframe abilities: Artemis Bow, Sleep arrow, shield disruption arrow. Picture gallery:Link HRM. Space Marine or Tenn. Space Marine or Tenn...(sees ultimo has a Tenn)Kay Space Marine it is More seriously, like, ugh. Most of what I'm thinking's probably too high-end. Hmm. Probably human. Maybe Princess Principal. And yes, mundane human - might change later, might not. Almost definitely has C-Ball, but not sure what else. Spy, obviously. I think experienced - will need those to complement other player, yes? But worried it'll overlap withultima333a bit too much. Eh, we'll see. I'll see about posting a build tomorrow, when I haven't been up since yesterday. I'm thinking a Hunter from HGH, yay or nay? Vyor, I present my submission, shitty as it may be. Character name: Marcus Maximus Gender: Male Species: Human Age: 61Appearance: Spoiler: Appearance Tech: As an Engineer in the Adepts Mechanics, most of Marcus' body has been replaced by cybernetic prosthesis. His respiratory system is entirely mechanical, as is his heart. His gastrointestinal system has been mechanized as well. Aural and Ocular augments allow him to see well past the visible spectrum of light and hear things humans normally cannot hear. His limbs have been cut off and replaced with cybernetics. He is armed with one Laguna. A list of other, important cybernetics is as follows. Spoiler - x1 Mind-impulse Unit: A neural link that allows Marcus to link his brain to a piece of equipment. It allows him to directly interface with a machine, or technological device. The implant is located at the base of his right 'wrist', in addition to a spinal plug. - x1 Electron-Graft: A small port grafted into Marcus' nervous system. It takes the form of a skull-jack, connected to Marcus' Mind-impulse Unit. - Utility Mechadendrites: Three mechanical tendrils that aid Marcus in construction, maintenance, or research. These bionics contain powerful motors and actuators in their shells. They house electrically powered censers, which can gust incense fumes, committals which assist Marcus in the course of his holy duties, and injector pistons which can be filled with oil or other liquids. - x1 Plasma Cutter Mechadendrite: A Mechadendrite with a shielded plasma cutter installed at its end, fed by a hydrogen reservoir at the mechandendrite's base. Capable of cutting up to 20 centimeters of super-hard alloy in one minute. It must be turned off to cool after each use. x1 Servo Arm: Too large to be considered a proper mechandendrite. It resembles a transplanted gantry armature more than a mechadendrite, fitted with a huge clamp almost the size of a man's chest. It's fitted with grave-stabilisers, so Marcus doesn't tip over when lifting giant machine blocks. This is used to pick up durable objects, or secure Marcus to an available surface. It's very unwieldy. - x1 Potential Coil: A power unit cradled within Marcus’ Cybermantle that stores energy and can produce various types of fields. It's what he uses to power his cybernetics. It lends him a hunch-backed appearance. - x1 Respirator unit: Tubes, wires, and other athletic parts replace his neck and upper chest, purifying his air supply. A Vox-synthesizer is incorporated, enabling Marcus to transmit his voice in a variety of ways. - x1 Cyber-mantle: A framework of metal, wires and impulse transmitters bolted onto Marcus' spine and lower rib cage. It acts as a sub-dermal anchorage point where future augmentations may be mounted. - x2 Electron Inductors: Palm-sized metal ports wired into Marcus' nervous system, linked to his Potential Coil. They can be used to emit or siphon power in many ways. - x1 Cranial Circuitry: A series of linked processors, implants, and cortical circuits that enhances Marcus' mental capabilities. Most of the circuitry sits within housing bolted into Marcus' skull, nestled partly within the brain itself. Tech base: As an engineer he’s capable of fixing/affecting repairs to mechanical technology. Basically most of the mundane shit in 40k. Universe of Origin: Warhammer 40kGeneral Personality: A brusque, withdrawn, quiet man. Indeed, while Marcus Maximus might be more accepting than other engineers of his nature, that truly doesn't mean much. A man wholly devoted to the Machine Cult, who dedicates his life to the fixing of machines and other mechanisms. He contents himself to repairing things in the background, never the foreground. This isn't because he's some misanthrope, rather, he's socially awkward, and he has no idea how to interact with people. Technology is his passion. Specifically, weapons technology. He has an admiration for ballistic weapons of all kinds. If one could sum up his personality, it would be "The quiet crazy gun-nut" or something along those lines. An inventor at heart, he’s entirely willing to break protocol, or at least skim some of the tenets of protocol for the sake of his inventions. As he says, “To invent is to worship the Messiah.” He finds Xenon technology abhorrent, as it is one of the tenets of the Machine Cult. He harbors a deep fear of Artificial Intelligence, or as he says, abominable intelligence. Anon said: ↑ Powers:Click to expand... Seems a bit much. Specifically the barrier, gravity, and storage seals (though the last isn't too egregious if there's a size limit). Generic_Generic said: ↑ More seriously, like, ugh. Most of what I'm thinking's probably too high-end. Click to expand... VOR said: ↑ edit: Oh, and if the character can blow up a WW2 battleship with ease, the answer is no. Click to expand... That onlyreallyapplies to starting out like that. I mean, anyone can blow one of those up given the right weapon. Generic_Generic said: ↑ Character name: Marcus Maximus Click to expand... He will not like this universe... I approve of the suffering. Sophos said: ↑ Power or Tech: Warlock Universe of Origin: Damp;Click to expand... I mean, fair enough. Dubious said: ↑ I'll see about posting a build tomorrow, when I haven't been up since yesterday. I'm thinking a Hunter from HGH, yay or nay? Click to expand... Don't know that series too well. Anon said: ↑ Gender: "Yes" Species: "Yes" Age: "Yes"​Universe of Origin: OC Click to expand... -_-Please tell me this is placeholder stuff. Vyor said: ↑ Don't know that series too well. Click to expand... They're basically people from a super death world who can consciously control their life energy and use it to hit things real good. They also usually make one or two unique abilities called Hats that can be real game changers, but stronger ones generally have arbitrary conditions and limitations to make the main effect more powerful. Like one person has the ability to place NEN bombs on people, however to activate them he has to explain how his power works to the victim. Yes, his power requires him to villain monologue to work, Dubious said: ↑ They're basically people from a super death world who can consciously control their life energy and use it to hit things real good. They also usually make one or two unique abilities called Hats that can be real game changers, but stronger ones generally have arbitrary conditions and limitations to make the main effect more powerful. Like one person has the ability to place NEN bombs on people, however to activate them he has to explain how his power works to the victim. Yes, his power requires him to villain monologue to work, Click to expand... That sounds hilariously stupid. ultima333 said: ↑ as well as a bit of anime (hence the cat-ears she made for herself). Click to expand... Silverizes (yes, all of them): "God dammit not another one." VOR said: ↑ -_- Please tell me this is placeholder stuff Click to expand... Us It is. Was wondering how far into the furry scale were the cats, and how Dragon the Dragons. Vyor said: ↑ Seems a bit much. Specifically the barrier, gravity, and storage seals (though the last isn't too egregious if there's a size limit). Click to expand... You told me that she was weak and to get strong! Watch want me to take out? Was does. Anon said: ↑ Us It is. Was wondering how far into the furry scale were the cats, and how Dragon the Dragons. Click to expand... Cats are varied, dragons are humanoid but very diatonic. Anon said: ↑ You told me that she was weak and to get strong! Watch want me to take out? Was does. Click to expand... just the gravity and barrier, with size limits on the storage. Like, needing the seal to be as wide as the item or something. This is what I've got. I could use some help defining the rough limits and scale of what it can do, as I'm not certain how much is appropriate from the setting description and have left it vague for the moment. Character name: Mew Gender: Genderless Species: Mew (originally)Age: Old Enough Not To Care! Appearance: Spoiler: Original Form Power or Tech: Spoiler Mew was, in its home universe, one of the most naturally powerful and versatile Psychic beings in existence, able to control vast energies and twist them into almost any form imaginable. Further, it also held within it the ability to become any other species of Pokémon at will, and use their strengths as its own. Its newfound situation, however, has drastically changed this. Though still Psychic and still capable of manifesting its psychic powers into virtually any form, the scale and strength that Mew once possessed is greatly diminished. Even minor manifestations of different elemental energies and their more esoteric uses strain the limits of its abilities and stamina, and though direct use of psychic force and energy is easier the amount it can accomplish is still sharply limited in scope. Similarly, Mew's shapeshifting ability has been almost completely lost. Though still capable of making small changes to the appearance of its new body, these are cosmetic only and cannot even come close to performing the instant and complete species changes Mew was originally known for. Universe of Origin (if SI, say so here): Pokemon General Personality (yes, SI’s too): Mew is childishly curious and playful, and will almost always choose to mess around and have fun if there is nothing genuinely, presently, and blatantly urgent going on. This irreverent side dominates in most situations to the point that Mew will completely overlook important details and lose track of what it is doing, even to the point of not realizing something or someone is trying to kill it until they actually succeed in injuring it. The only reliable way to make Mew drop this demeanor is to threaten the lives of beings it wishes to protect, an act that will cause it immediately help and protect them even if it must put itself in danger to do so, but even then it will revert to normal the moment the situation has passed. [DATA REDACTED] said: ↑ Character name: Mew Click to expand... Ya no. VOR said: ↑ Ya no. Click to expand... I did nerf it to hell and back (if it wasn't clear, I was dropping its powers down to whatever level the psychics in this universe operate at). I mostly picked it for the personality. [DATA REDACTED] said: ↑ I did nerf it to hell and back (if it wasn't clear, I was dropping its powers down to whatever level the psychics in this universe operate at). I mostly picked it for the personality. Click to expand... That's still a no. Because I don't want to have to deal with that. Vyor said: ↑ That's still a no. Because I don't want to have to deal with that. Click to expand... Fair enough. [DATA REDACTED] said: ↑ I did nerf it to hell and back (if it wasn't clear, I was dropping its powers down to whatever level the psychics in this universe operate at). I mostly picked it for the personality. Click to expand... *Narrows her eyes*There can be only one. /ᐠ. ᴗ.ᐟ\ VOR said: ↑ just the gravity and barrier, with size limits on the storage. Like, needing the seal to be as wide as the item or something. Click to expand... Ok~ Character name:Tentative EngstromGender:MalleableFemaleSpecies:Emerson ChangelingHumanAge: 30Appearance:5'10 with gray bland features, long white hair, and large black eyes. This definitely not a shape-shifter buxom lady stands at 5'8 with bronze skin, chestnut hair, and bright green eyes. She is wearing a blue captain's coat, a wide brimmed blue hat, black leather knee-high boots, brown silk trousers, and a green silk blouse. Power or Tech: Spell jamming Captain Ten has the skills and training to command a crew in the operation of a spell jamming vessel, and fly such a vessel herself Ten is the proud owner of the Still Pond, a modified Damselfly class vessel primarily used for smuggling. Level Three Factotum Martial training: proficient with martial weapons, light armor, and shields. Experience: Factotum class progress may increase at GM's discretion, giving access to additional and more effective uses of Inspiration. Trap finding: able to notice concealed traps and disable their mechanisms. Inspiration: A creature of learning, Ten has a wide pool of trivia to draw on in critical moments that can heavily tilt the scales. Drawing on some of this trivia allows for the activation of all other factotum abilities. Cunning insight: temporarily become more accurate, do more damage, or better resist or avoid the abilities of others. Cunning knowledge: temporarily perform a skill with much greater competence. Arcane dilettante: once a day, replicate a single first level spell. Brains over brawn: through intensive study, Ten has learned how best to apply their intellect to all physical skills. Cunning defense: temporarily become more able to dodge attacks. Universe of Origin (if SI, say so here): Spelljammer (Emerson)General Personality (yes, SI’s too): Opportunistic Good, Chaotic Grumpy. Applications close Friday. Going to leave them open for another 3 hours. Vyor said: ↑ Going to leave them open for another 3 hours. Click to expand... *four and a half hours later* Peru said: ↑ Character name: Peter Emile, Speaker of BoskoneClick to expand... Anon said: ↑ Elaine LeBlanc Click to expand... ultima333 said: ↑ Character name: Click to expand... Generic_Generic said: ↑ Character name: Marcus Maximus Click to expand... Bailey Maturing said: ↑ Character name: Ten Click to expand... Meanwhile, these unlucky characters have been accepted. Would any of you mind having a discord server or IRC channel to better talk IOC along with an IOC thread? I'd prefer an IRC channel to discord, myself. IRC rules, discord drools. Discord is less of a hassle to keep in the background, my vote is for Discord. I prefer discord only because it keeps a log by default, making it easier to leave messages for people who are away.EDIT: That is to say, if everyone were to use a bouncer to remain logged in, that would remove my objection to IRC. Vyor said: ↑ *four and a half hours later* Meanwhile these unlucky characters have been accepted. Would any of you mind having a discord server or IRC channel to better talk IOC along with an IOC thread? Click to expand... Either or works. My mic’s busted tho so no voice for me. Generic_Generic said: ↑ Either or works. My mic’s busted tho so no voice for me. Click to expand... That's fine. Discord would probably be easiest. I'll make the server and post it along with an IOC thread.

[NSFW] - Bar Crawls and Space Walks(Recruitment thread)|rating:3.0

Bob Vs. Chip, Round 1

Ladies and Gentlemen, Boys and Girls! In this corner, a Monk with a chip on his shoulder, Bob the Builder! And in the other corner, a wizard defending his title, Llewellyn P. “Chip” Bosworth IV, Esquire, Senior Deputy Underclerk in the Department of Heavenly Claims. And quite a title indeed! More seriously, ChipandBobfrom the most recent (as of this posting) Monk vs. Wizard thread. Chip's somebody else's design, Bob is Pickford's own. Chip has used Arcane Sight, Invisibility, Force cage, and is currently flying and invisible. Bob is... somewhere out there, past where Chip can see due to the rather silly RAW rules for spot checks and distance. A Prying Eye will be reporting in 9 turns after it sees him, if one does actually see him. All spoilers in my posts, including the following, are for my eyes only. Well, and anybody who's interested in watching the duel. The same would be for Pickford's spoilers. Chip knows Bob is a level 20 monk, Bob knows that Chip can cast a few spells and looks human. Knowledge checks are fun. It is currently Bob's turn. Spoiler Hide Chip never cast Force cage: he actually cast a Silent Image of a Force cage. Thank you for that introduction Eldest Credit for creating Chip goes to Varnish for anyone keeping track. Bob's location:Spoiler Hide Bob used boots of teleportation and is 240' east of Chip's last known location. 2/3 uses for Bot left. No Prying Eyes would be triggered from that distance. While Bob knows (in general) where Chip is, he hasn't been able to make a spot/listen check yet to pinpoint it. Bob's action:Spoiler Hide Move Silently: result. Moves: 45' west, should be ~150' east of Chip's last known location. SPOT DC: 20+20+15=55...not happening. Listen DC: just to hear Chip flying at half speed is 10 + 15 for distance (made), to pinpoint is 15 for distance, +20 for invisibility, +23 from ms check -4 for moving conditions total DC 54...no dice on pinpointing. Eldest, Chip's using overland flight and has to maintain half movement, or he'll fall 150' in the first round (i.e. take falling damage) max turn speed is 90 degrees (10' of movement) per round. I'll assume you meant him not to fall, but in any case he can only actually turn to look north or south from looking west without landing. Huh. I forgot about maneuverability. My bad. In that case, position is updated below. Chip's turn is to shout vague insults and obscenities. Lowers Listen check to 0, +20 for pinpointing, plus whatever the distance penalties are. That's a free action, other action is below. Position. Go ahead and look if you make the Listen check. Spoiler Hide On the ground, pretty much exactly where Bob was. Spoiler Hide Free Action: Shift into Purple Warm. Held action. Trigger: when Bob is next to him. Action: Swallow Whole Not having heard anything the first time (not a big secret I'm guessing ;)Bob:Spoiler Hide Moves 45' west again, makes a listen check DC should be 31 assuming Chip didn't go far. Result: wow...an 8. Ok, failing that horribly, Bob uses his move action to try and spot Chip. Assuming same distance DC 20 + 10 + 20 = 50...impossible to beat bl argh. Chips move. Chip Strange, somehow taunting roars come from the same area as before. DC 20+distance check to pinpoint, DC 0+ distance to hear him... you did hear him, right? PositionSpoiler Hide Same as before. Read the above spoiler. Action Spoiler Hide Same held action as before. Right, heard but not pinpointed. Maybe we should stop the double-blind? I have no idea if I'm doing the DC right anymore (since it's +1 for every 10 feet.) Bob action:Spoiler Hide Listen Check to pinpoint: DC 31 (1d20+7)[26] If succeed do this as a charge if fail do as a move action towards estimated location and make a non-charge attack (-2 to the result and possibility of just whiffing outright... I'll leave that up to you to adjudicate Eldest) Charge to make a single attack: modifiers: BAD +15, Stood +9, +5 AIMF, +1 competence, +2 charge total +32 Attack roll: (1d20+32)[44] 50/50 roll to miss (over 50 hits, under misses): (1d100)[2] Stunning Fisted Weakening Touched Freezing the Lifeblood. Attack deals no damage, but Chip will have a -6 to strength (not ability damage or drain, just a flat -6 penalty) and have to make two fort saves each DC 27 to avoid being stunned for 1 round and paralyzed for 1d4+1 rounds. Incidentally Eldest, this is really telling me I need to give Bob a way to see through invisibility...do you have any suggestions on magic items? I could swap one of the rapid stunning for blind fight, but that still wouldn't let me "see" them and the spot/listen DC for pinpointing is...much tougher to beat than I thought it would be. I suppose having a bag of flour to make a ranged touch attack would be useful...any other items you can think of? (alchemists fire?)edit: Total whiff based on concealment. Chip's move. Sure, we can stop the double blind. To sum it up, Chip's standing where Bob had been sitting, in the form of a Purple Warm. He's got a held action, trigger when Bob stands nearby, to Swallow Whole Bob. He'd dismiss the damn Invisibility, but he can't while in that form, and isn't going to change it. More roaring. Remember, Bob doesn't know any of that. Ok, the worm is...gargantuan so he takes up 4 squares and his reach is 4 squares. Hence, if Bob gets within striking distance Chip can take his readied action, no? Assuming that would be the case, why don't we just move to where Chip makes his readied action to swallow Bob? (Unless there's actually the possibility Bob could charge/strike first before Chip can swallow him in which case I can simulate the next two rounds of Bob getting closer and listening, closer and listening.) Oh I see, it has to hit with a bite attack then make a grapple check and then grapple to swallow. Listen check at DC 27 (70' away)(1d20+7)[8]If succeeds: charge to location, if fails, charge in general direction (I'm actually not sure how far it could be off given that Chip has 4 squares)(same action as before)(1d20+32)[42]50/50 to whiff, high hits:(1d100)[44]Edit: ok He'd be approximately 45' from Chip at this point. (So, easily visible) So... because this is important, Chip can see Bob, right? And since I said you can detail the arena, is there anything near Bob? Edit: I'll go over some recommendations for the build later, you are missing several things that are considered important for high level characters. Some of them are covered by Bob's frankly ridiculous saves, but others are not, and you just need to roll a one. Sure I'll say Chip can see Bob. Does he charge/grapple/sit on him? Nope. Was going to, then I reconsidered, since beating a monk with the MM is similar, but not the same as, beating the monk with wizard things. Crushing Hand. Free action to turn back to a Solar, standard cast, move direct the hand against Bob.(1d20+26)[41]vs. 30 for spell resistance.(1d20+44)[49]to hit touch AC of 25... no idea why I'm rolling this, for the loss I guess.(1d20+49)[52]grapple check (free action for the hand) vs. your check, of(1d20+24)[30]Ithinkthat's your grapple check, feel free to reroll if it isn't.(2d6+12)[22]damage if the grapple check works. You know, I'm an idiot, I've been forgetting the skill tricks. (Clarity of Vision to spot invisible Chip DC 20)Well, fortunately attacking with an unarmed strike in a grapple requires no grapple check, though it's done at a -4 attack penalty.so fiery fist, flurry for 5 attacks: (AB: +30/+30/+30/+25/+20) -4 for attacking in a grapple damage: 2d10 + 9(stood) + 5 (AIMF) + 1d6 fiery fist, x2 on controlling the damage in case they hit, just multiply result x2 if CRT happens. Hand AC: 20 (+11 natural, -1 size) HP: Chips undamaged (151)1:(1d20+26)[36]damage1:(2d10+14)[21]+ fiery fist(1d6)[6]2:(1d20+26)[42]damage2:(2d10+14)[20]+ fiery fist(1d6)[6]3:(1d20+26)[43]damage3:(2d10+14)[30]+ fiery fist(1d6)[1]4:(1d20+24)[40]damage4:(2d10+14)[28]+ fiery fist(1d6)[4]5:(1d20+16)[17]damage5:(2d10+14)[26]+ fiery fist(1d6)[1]edit:4 hits, 27; 26; 31; 32Total damage (edited in after rolls happen): 116, a pity, wouldn't have been enough even if they all landed in this case. Hand HP: 35Bob's HP: 113–22 = 91Chip HP: 151I think you got Bob's grapple check right, sadly. Alright, just so you know, I checked all of your spoilers from PMs and this thread, to see what info Chip knows IC now. Move: fly upwards and forward. Standard: analyze Bob's gear and abilities, as per Arcane Sight. Should done this a while back. I have to roll for anything above a DC 36, which very little of your gear is above. Strong evocation headgear. Faint evocation amulet/necklace. Moderate transmutation belt. Faint abjuration cloak. Moderate transmutation gloves. Strong abjuration ring. Moderate conjuration boots. Well, the Hand pins.(1d20+39)[41]vs.(1d20+24)[27], (2d6+12)[16]damage if it works, and Bob will be silenced and immobilized if it works. I don't know yet if Bob is able to attack while immobilized (asked on the FAQ thread), so I suggest waiting on an answer before posting Bob's move. Edit: Oops, I put +39 instead of +49 for the grapple mod for the hand. So that's supposed to be 10 higher. Edit 2: Chip also knows Bob has 3 rods with strong abjuration. Pinned just can use an attack action to make a grapple check or escape artist check to escape the pin, they're immobile but not helpless. Bob's action:Ok, so Bob is at 75 HP from the grapple. Bob uses Clarity of Vision (swift action) and sees Chip (DC 20 with the skill trick vs 27 spot bonus so no need to roll this)Bob uses Abundant Step, a supernatural ability requiring no mobility/vocal, to, briefly, be next to Chip who is visible for this round courtesy of Clarity of Vision. It says it operates as dimension door of 1/2 the monk levels so used as a 10th level dimension door, courtesy of Sun School tactical maneuver Flash of Sunset Bob can make a single attack at his highest attack bonus. So +30 attack on Chip. Bob will activate the following Stunning Fist abilities: Freezing the Lifeblood, Weakening Touch;After further review of some things I noted the following:Crushing hand should be affected by the monk's DR, so that's 20 points less damage (i.e. 95 HP instead of 75);Stunning Fist and Quivering Palm require damage to be dealt, so logically they can't be used in conjunction with Weakening Touch and/or Freezing the Lifeblood...not sure if Fiery fist would function normally since it's the flames on the fists that are dealing the extra 1d6, but I'll act as if they wouldn't work so we both know going forward. (So out of 22 stunning fist uses bob would have used 5 instead of 7, leaving him with 17)Anyway: the roll to hit(1d20+30)[33]If hits it's a DC 27 fortitude save, if failed paralyzed for 1d4+1 rounds, and you are at -6 STR penalty for 1 minute (10 rounds)Chip Fort save (I think I have this right):(1d20+16)[19] Just realized if it succeeds there's possible falling damage:Since max up speed is half at 40' speed that's 20' high, so 2d6Bob can make a DC 15 tumble check (trained only, sorry Chip =\) to reduce the fall damage by 10' and convert the next 10' to non-lethal.(1d20+26)[38]1d6 damage to bob nonlethal(1d6)[3]2d6 lethal to Chip(2d6)[7] Chip's got a +21, not a +16 for fort, and one other issue. Abundant Step is a Standard action, as it's a supernatural ability, that defaults to a standard action unless stated otherwise (citation), as well as being based on dimension door, which also explicitly states that you may take no other actions until your next turn (citation). Normally, that would be a problem, but Sun School deals with both of those. However, Abundant Step is based on Dimension Door, and Dimension Door has a verbal component. So I'm going to ask in the RAW questions thread again, if Abundant Step has a verbal component. Finally, don't know if Freezing The Lifeblood and Weakening Touch (and other abilities of that kin) are usable on the same strike. So I'll be asking there. If they work, you got Chip down, and stunned for(1d4+1)[4]rounds. Good luck killing him before he gets up pissed. He does have something he gets to do on his round, though, so no assumptions. I was basing the weakening touch and freezing the lifeblood on them both converting the attack to one that deals no damage (rapid stunning let's both work), but as stunning fist and quivering palm require damage I assumed the rules would require damage to be dealt not just the possibility of damage being dealt (if the other two abilities weren't making them non-damaging hits). As far as I can tell from the PHB entry supernatural abilities can't be interrupted, hence there's no way to stop abundant step. I'm pretty sure that's fatality, but for the next 4 rounds:Chip HP: 150Fist HP: 35so fiery fist, flurry for 5 attacks: (AB: +30/+30/+30/+25/+20)damage: 2d10 + 9(stood) + 5 (AIMF) + 1d6 fiery fist, x2 on controlling the damage in case they hit, just multiply result x2 if CRT happens. Hand AC: 20 (+11 natural, -1 size)Chip AC: 6Round 1 Flurry (hit crushing fist until it is destroyed, then Chip)Attack 1:(1d20+30)[48]Damage1:(2d10+14)[22]+(1d6)[2]Attack 2:(1d20+30)[34]Damage2:(2d10+14)[25]+(1d6)[3]Attack 3:(1d20+30)[37]Damage3:(2d10+14)[25]+(1d6)[4]Attack 4:(1d20+25)[39]Damage 4:(2d10+14)[29]+(1d6)[5]Attack 5:(1d20+20)[35]Damage 5:(2d10+14)[25]+(1d6)[1]Round 2 Flurry Attack 1:(1d20+30)[39]Damage1:(2d10+14)[29]+(1d6)[6]Attack 2:(1d20+30)[45]Damage2:(2d10+14)[21]+(1d6)[6]Attack 3:(1d20+30)[31]Damage3:(2d10+14)[26]+(1d6)[6]Attack 4:(1d20+25)[41]Damage 4:(2d10+14)[19]+(1d6)[6]Attack 5:(1d20+20)[25]Damage 5:(2d10+14)[21]+(1d6)[4]Round 3 Flurry Attack 1:(1d20+30)[41]Damage1:(2d10+14)[17]+(1d6)[2]Attack 2:(1d20+30)[44]Damage2:(2d10+14)[34]+(1d6)[3]Attack 3:(1d20+30)[46]Damage3:(2d10+14)[22]+(1d6)[2]Attack 4:(1d20+25)[39]Damage 4:(2d10+14)[20]+(1d6)[3]Attack 5:(1d20+20)[31]Damage 5:(2d10+14)[23]+(1d6)[4]Round 4 Flurry - Also attempt Stunning Fist on the first hit and Paralyzing touch on the 3rd attack Attack 1:(1d20+30)[33]Damage1:(2d10+14)[27]+(1d6)[6]Stun DC 27(1d20+21)[40]Attack 2:(1d20+30)[43]Damage2:(2d10+14)[25]+(1d6)[5]Attack 3:(1d20+30)[36]No damage - paralyze attempt: DC 27(1d20+21)[36]Attack 4:(1d20+25)[31]Damage 4:(2d10+14)[27]+(1d6)[3]Attack 5:(1d20+20)[40]Damage 5:(2d10+14)[28]+(1d6)[3] Total damage done:Round 1 to Fist: 24, 28 = 52 (Hand dead after two punches)Round 1 to Chip: 29 + 34 + 26 = 89Round 2 to Chip: 35 + 27 + 32 + 25 + 25 = 144Chip's Dead. Rounds 3-4 are superfluous Edit: All this assumes Chip fails to get out of being paralyzed (Is that possible? I mean...even if he changes forms using Shape change won't he still be paralyzed?) Chip took no damage from the fall, because of DR, and if he had, he'd have healed it up. Shape change is a free action, purely mental. He can switch to something, like say a Greater Shadow. Undead, immune. First, the Hand grapples again, automatically makes it because of the relative bonuses.(2d6+12)[17]damage on Bob. Now, full attack with Chip boosted by Haste (cast it in the PMs), 3 hits on flatfooted touch AC, which is 21.(1d20+13)[24], (1d20+13)[26], (1d20+8)[18]. Probably a few more bonuses there too, but I think that's all that matters. In case of cries, in order:(1d20+13)[14], (1d20+13)[23], (1d20+8)[20].(1d8)[5]Strength damage.(1d8)[6]CRT.(1d8)[6]Strength damage.(1d8)[7]CRT.(1d8)[3]Strength damage.(1d8)[7]CRT.So Bob took 11 Strength damage, and 17 hp damage. And upon revision, you forgot to roll concealment for your super attack. Pinpointing just means you know which square I'm in. Roll of 1 gets you it.(1d2)[2]Well, I'm not changing Chip's action, since that's pretty much what he's been setting up to do. But for the annals of history, you're missed. PMs? Edit: nm I seethe shadow thing brings up the question of what would happen if Chip had swallowed Bob and then tried to change shape...would Chip just explode? Well, assuming it is possible, Bob would be pretty much forced to spend a round flurrying to kill the Fist Anything after the Fists' hp would go for Chip: AC 14 according to the greater shadow entry, 50/50 chance since concealment does not stack fiery fist active For miss chance, high hits (only applies to Chip, not fist)1:(1d20+23)[26]damage:(2d10+8)[19]+(1d6)[4]2:(1d20+23)[28]miss chance:(1d100)[34]damage:(2d10+8)[20]+(1d6)[5]3:(1d20+23)[42]miss chance:(1d100)[36]damage:(2d10+8)[14]+(1d6)[2]4:(1d20+18)[23]miss chance:(1d100)[89]damage:(2d10+8)[19]+(1d6)[2]5:(1d20+13)[32]miss chance:(1d100)[20]damage:(2d10+8)[15]+(1d6)[3] Ok Fist dies after 2nd attack. Chip is whiffed, then hit, then whiffed. Hit does 21 damages, so Chip has 129 hp So... how are you hitting an incorporeal being? And according to the RAW FAQ thread, everything about your attack sequence worked before. The Abundant Step thing, and the stacking of different abilities on an attack. Magic weapons have a 50% chance to hit incorporeal So you didn't roll invisibility, then? They're different types of miss chances: in fact, one isn't a miss chance, it's a chance for the weapon (well, your fist) to work. One gets you a hit.(1d2)[2] Ok, Chip moves to another square within striking distance, so you'll need to pinpoint again. Touch AC of 21.(1d20+13)[20](1d20+13)[32](1d8)[4](1d20+13)[23](1d20+13)[18](1d8)[8](1d20+8)[21](1d20+8)[28](1d8)[3]So further 11 strength damage. Bob is at 6 strength. Free action to change shape, as well, into an Ethereal Fischer. Free action to go to the Ethereal Plane. He's invisible the entire time, so Bob doesn't know about that. Chips back at full hp. Originally Posted by Eldest So you didn't roll invisibility, then? They're different types of miss chances: in fact, one isn't a miss chance, it's a chance for the weapon (well, your fist) to work. One gets you a hit. [roll0] Concealment chances don't stack, both are concealment according to the DMG/PUB. Edit: Incidentally Chip as a shadow can't wield anything, so the staff melds into his form, and he doesn't have the +5 to hit from greater magic weapon. (i.e. just +6 from being a greater shadow)And as the full attack from a shadow is a single attack, so haste would only allow for two, not three. Edit2: I'm flipping through the FAQ on shape change, some points of note:Human feat and bonus skill points are (Ex) so while shape changed they aren't available. (That's 24 skill points and whatever Varnish would have picked... I have no idea which, it's not immediately clear from Chip's spreadsheet.) Found it:If, while under the effect of a spell that depends on type (such as hold person), my character is transformed into different creature type by polymorph*, does the spell’effect remain? Yes. A spell only checks to see if you are a legal target when it is cast. If you become an illegal target later (such as via the polymorph spell), the spell remains in effect.*The question and answer uses “polymorph” to refer specifically to spells that rely on the polymorph or alter self spell to adjudicate their effect (including alter self, polymorph, polymorph any object, and shape change), psionic powers based on the metamorphosis power (including metamorphosis and greater metamorphosis), and any other effect based on either of these lists. Oh. Huh. Where'd you get that from? Originally Posted by Eldest Oh. Huh. Where'd you get that from? Wizards of the Coast 3.5 FAQ all ROTC FAQs: FAQ: result is as a shadow Chip only has a +7 bonuses with haste to hit and would miss both of the attacks. That ups Bob's damage by 6 Ignore this, read below. Ok, sorry for the delay. Kinda been catching up on R&R, distressing, etc. Anyway, on to the actual bit. Or the actual bit, really. I have 2 percentage chances for an attack not affect Chip. One is concealment, 50%. One is a flat 50% chance for the attack to affect Chip. You rolled one, not the other. I rolled the other, and the attack that should have paralyzed Chip did not hit him. Now, I decided not to look into if it had hit or not and just roll with it because frankly it's jarring for the flow of this game (yes, I think of this as a game) to debate rules, and so I've been letting most stuff that I'd find questionable slide after maybe a question or two. But this significantly alters the duel. So, I believe we should go back to the turn that you used the Sun School feat and Freeze The Lifeblood, since a rules misunderstanding dramatically screwed up the duel at that point. Does this sound acceptable to you? Edit: And so that I don't forget, I never included the Greater Magic Weapon bonus in the Greater Shadow Form attack. If we roll the duel back it doesn't matter, but I'd like to make sure that you are aware. Sure, that's fine, it was my understanding that the amulet of mighty fists, by providing an enhancement bonus, effectively makes the unarmed strikes act as magic weapons. My bad on the incorporeal and invisibility miss chances stacking, I thought they didn't. Though I suppose this does dramatically impact my magic item choice for next time. (ghost touch scorpion Kama is basically a requirement it would seem)Can we pick this up again after Wednesday? I guess then I'm confused on the shadow attack, How were you calculating the g.shadow's chance to hit? Of course, I can wait. To answer your questions quickly, though, +2 from DEX (incorporeal creatures use DEX for attacks instead of STR), +9 from BAD (which I believe is inherent to the mage), and some... other... bonus? Might be from haste. Anyway, yes, the Amulet means you attack as a magic weapon. However, normal weapons (nonmagical) don't affect incorporeal beings at all. Magical ones, and magic attacks, have a 50% chance of affecting them, unless a positive, negative, force, or ghost touch effect. I also learned that Incorporeal creatures make no sound whatsoever. So Listen checks to pinpoint are right out, I guess. To be honest, Chip is incorporeal, flying, invisible, and silent. I'd argue that Bob shouldn't be getting spot checks to pinpoint, since the only things that I could see justifying that (invisible feet still leave footprints, and you can leave a trail through some dust in the air) don't apply due to incorporeal. But that's RAI, and just way too unfair, so ignore that. But nah, there are easier ways to hit incorporeal people. Gloves of the Organist (I think that's the name, at least) does a fairly powerful Magic Missile 1/day, for cheap. Magic Item Compendium. It also probably has something to let you punch incorporeal beings as well, if it's that important to you. Good luck getting access to the books, though. I kinda just get them from Scribd and 4shared and don't ask questions. Originally Posted by Eldest Of course I can wait. To answer your questions quickly, though, +2 from DEX (incorporeal creatures use DEX for attacks instead of STR), +9 from BAD (which I believe is inherent to the mage), and some... other... bonus? Might be from haste. Anyway, yes, the Amulet means you attack as a magic weapon. However, normal weapons (nonmagical) don't affect incorporeal beings at all. Magical ones, and magic attacks, have a 50% chance of affecting them, unless a positive, negative, force, or ghost touch effect. I also learned that Incorporeal creatures make no sound whatsoever. So Listen checks to pinpoint are right out, I guess. To be honest, Chip is incorporeal, flying, invisible, and silent. I'd argue that Bob shouldn't be getting spot checks to pinpoint, since the only things that I could see justifying that (invisible feet still leave footprints, and you can leave a trail through some dust in the air) don't apply due to incorporeal. But that's RAI, and just way too unfair, so ignore that. But nah, there are easier ways to hit incorporeal people. Gloves of the Organist (I think that's the name, at least) does a fairly powerful Magic Missile 1/day, for cheap. Magic Item Compendium. It also probably has something to let you punch incorporeal beings as well, if it's that important to you. Good luck getting access to the books, though. I kinda just get them from Scribd and 4shared and don't ask questions. Ah, I see why. For the polymorph school (shape change) the attack bonus used is taken from the form taken. So you're right that they use DEX, but the DEX mod on the greater shadow is +2 and the Base attack is +4 for a total of +6. So in the case of the greater shadow, just +6 total.edit: +1 from haste to +7 total... The subject is treated as having its normal Hit Dice for purpose of adjudicating effects based on HD, such as the sleep spell, though it uses the assumed form's base attack bonus, base save bonuses, and all other statistics derived from Hit Dice. Bolded from the last page of the new pub which describes the polymorph school. (pg 320)You're right about listen checks being out, MM pg. 311: An incorporeal creature moves silently and cannot be heard with Listen checks if it doesn't wish to be. Don't see anything prohibiting spot though. Invisibility can be spotted according to the DMG pg. 295: (it's an extensive quote but here are the DC's)DC 20 to noticed 30 living creatures holding still DC 40 inanimate objects, unliving creature holding still or completely immobile creature.+20 DC to pinpoints, DC 40 to pinpoint before being a shadow, DC 50 as a shadow.Also, this was of note: If a character tries to attack an invisible creature whose location he has pinpointed, he attacks normally, but the invisible creature still benefits from full concealment (and thus a 50% miss chance). At your option, a particularly large and slow creature might get a smaller miss chance. If a wizard projects a disintegrate ray into the center of an invisible Huge black pudding, you could reduce or ignore the miss chance; it's pretty hard to miss something that big. I figure it would be reduced miss chance (assuming the right square is targeted) depending on how big the creature is...with a solar, a large (so slightly smaller than huge) but dexterous creature... I'd split the difference at 30%. Thing is, this is one of those situations where it's a DM call, so it's hard to game out after the fact. How far do you want to roll it back? (pre-casting anything?) Huh. My bad about the BAD of the shadow: I've been using the SRD for the core stuff, and it says nothing about getting the BAD of the assumed form in the spell Polymorph. Well, that's a strange rule, though. I'd be ok with calling a Mulligan. But I'll actually be using high level spells now. The Hand doesn't really count: I just used that since I found it funny it could out grapple Bob. I'd like to make one change to Chip: he's supposed to have a contingency set up, and he doesn't have one. Mind if I do that, and swap out a few spells prepped? Since he is unable to cast Gate, for example, I see little reason for it to be prepped. Originally Posted by Eldest Huh. My bad about the BAD of the shadow: I've been using the SRD for the core stuff, and it says nothing about getting the BAD of the assumed form in the spell Polymorph. Well, that's a strange rule, though. I'd be ok with calling a Mulligan. But I'll actually be using high level spells now. The Hand doesn't really count: I just used that since I found it funny it could out grapple Bob. I'd like to make one change to Chip: he's supposed to have a contingency set up, and he doesn't have one. Mind if I do that, and swap out a few spells prepped? Since he is unable to cast Gate, for example, I see little reason for it to be prepped. Agreed, I'd probably have to re-arrange some magic items...maybe even feats given the way the experiment went down so far. Seems like Ghost-touch scorpion Kama would be practically a must. Or even a vest of mighty fists ghost touch and/or lenses of see invisibility...actually those seem like the type of items any melee pretty much either needs or must be able to prepare for. Looks like goggles of see invisibility would cost 12,000gp (continuous effect)That's actually well within the remaining GP, might as well just sub out a rod of cancellation for that, probably go with a vest of resistance to free up the cloak slot for a cape of the mountebank (the better to use sun school)What do you think? Well, if you want me to be honest: drop the rods of cancellation. They get you nothing that teleportation doesn't already. Cape of the Mountebank is a good idea: tactical feats are awesome. However, the Ghost Touch is overkill: the Shadow form was just one I did for fun. Having a force attack and being able to see the invisible form would have been enough, and you already have the force attack. Fly is a good idea for this level:thesis very cheap and gets you a mount for 12 hours at a time. I am unsure if you can add weapon properties to an amulet of mighty fists: if you can, make it a +1 [enchantment] [enchantment] [enchantment] amulet instead of a +5 amulets. And I'm stating one thing: Bob has no bleeding clue IC what Chip's items are. In hindsight, I'm quite irked you went straight for the ring of freedom of movement. I'll be ok with you doing it again... if you can make a50+CL spell craft check. As a full round action. Per item, you want to figure out. And since Chip is wearing his gloves over his rings, no line of effect/line of sight to them. You'll notice I spent several rounds figuring out who Bob was and what he was using. Well, I did mess up once (the know:planes check was supposed to be a free action when Chip first saw Bob, I think) but otherwise it was in character for a wizard who just got mugged to try to figure out what the hell happened. Finally, we're going to need to define what the nearby terrain is and what victory conditions are. Edit: I take it back. Drop ONE rod of cancellation. Options are nice. Were you interested in continuing this? Originally Posted by Eldest Were you interested in continuing this? Sure, for your information though, Gate is useful for its warping effects, so I'm going to go ahead on the current match, if you want to revamp for match 2, that's fine. Ok, Bob's turn: Since Chip has attacked him, the location is known so only miss chance for incorporeal and invisible. Flurry - Fiery Fist Invisible Miss chance: 50% (1 miss, 2 hit)1:(1d2)[1]2:(1d2)[1]3:(1d2)[2]4:(1d2)[2]5:(1d2)[2]Incorporeal miss chance: 50% (1 miss, 2 hit)1:(1d2)[2]2:(1d2)[2]3:(1d2)[2]4:(1d2)[2]5:(1d2)[2]Attack rolls:1:(1d20+30)[47]2:(1d20+30)[49]3:(1d20+30)[38]4:(1d20+25)[41]5:(1d20+20)[24]Damages: (regular + fiery fist) x2 on CRT (CRT = roll of 50/50/50/45/40)1:(2d10+14)[26]+(1d6)[4]2:(2d10+14)[26]+(1d6)[4]3:(2d10+14)[31]+(1d6)[2]4:(2d10+14)[22]+(1d6)[2]5:(2d10+14)[32]+(1d6)[6]so fiery fist, flurry for 5 attacks: (AB: +30/+30/+30/+25/+20)damage: 2d10 + 9(stood) + 5 (AIMF) + 1d6 fiery fist, x2 on critic I have 95 damage from the last 3 hitting through invisibility/incorporeal and Chip would be down to 55 hp if he had 150... What round did this come after? Because there was a big problem back here. So are you going to try to continue from that point, in which case it would be Chip's turn and that wouldn't have happened, or are you trying to continue the fight as is? Edit: I'll just assume you want to continue the fight. Chip is currently Ethereal. None of those hit. Chip is at full health. He will use a move action to move up 20 feet, going back to the material plane as a free part of that move action, and switch back to Solar form. Then he will cast a time stop. Inside the time stop, first action will be to cast Reverse gravity on the area that Bob is in. Next action is to cast gate, making a gate to the positive energy plane above Bob, facing "down", so that if Bob was to jump straight up he would go through it. As soon as Bob goes through, Chip stops concentrating, closing the gate. Bob is either going to die from too much positive energy or find a rare spot on the plane that is only lightly positive energy aligned, where he will live until somebody who can plane shift shows up and frees him. In the meantime, Chip will go find out who Bob was, why he attacked, and then track him down and bank him as he sleeps, or (more likely) summon something to do it for him and bring him back the loot to pay for a new Ring of For. Now, two questions: do you have any way you can think of to save Bob (reflex save to grab hold of something against reverse gravity I will deny, since I asked at least once if there was anything around, and you did not mention a thing, so that means there is nothing around), and do you have any arguments as to why this would not be a win for Chip? Ok, barring a response in the next week, I am going to assume you cannot, and I will say this is a win for Chip. I will be putting a summary of the duel in the first post. Shadows are incorporeal not ethereal. The attacks hit as Chip did nothing to become ethereal since the 'last' attack (which you were complaining about the incorporeal portion of)Bob uses Boots of Teleportation on his turn to avoid falling through the gate. He can pinpoint using clarity of vision as a swift action prior to using the boots (Chip is, fortunately, within 20 feet). It's only DC 20 and Bob has 20 spot so it's auto-passed. Bob appears next to Chip, now in solar form, and courtesy of Sun School gets an attack automatically.1d20+30 to equal or beat a 45 (stunning fist used)(1d20+30)[33]possible damages:(2d10+14)[30]invisibility miss chance, for a large creature we earlier agreed to 30% (>30 = hit)(1d100)[5]edit: boo no hit. Originally Posted by Pickford Shadows are incorporeal not ethereal. The attacks hit as Chip did nothing to become ethereal since the 'last' attack (which you were complaining about the incorporeal portion of) Bob uses Boots of Teleportation on his turn to avoid falling through the gate. He can pinpoint using clarity of vision as a swift action prior to using the boots (Chip is, fortunately, within 20 feet). It's only DC 20 and Bob has 20 spot so it's auto-passed. Bob appears next to Chip, now in solar form, and courtesy of Sun School gets an attack automatically. 1d20+30 to equal or beat a 45 (stunning fist used) (1d100)[80] possible damages: (1d8)[6] invisibility miss chance, for a large creature we earlier agreed to 30% (Sgt;30 = hit) (1d10)[5] edit: boo no hit. Originally Posted by Eldest Ok, Chip moves to another square within striking distance, so you'll need to pinpoint again. Touch AC of 21. (1d100)[80] (1d8)[6] (1d10)[5] (1d10)[2] [roll4] [roll5] [roll6] [roll7] [roll8] So further 11 strength damage. Bob is at 6 strength. Free action to change shape, as well, into an Ethereal Fischer. Free action to go to the Ethereal Plane. He's invisible the entire time, so Bob doesn't know about that. Chips back at full hp. Ethereal Fischer form got me ethereal. We are continuing the duel. Please read carefully. You have used clarity of vision already. It is 1/encounter, you cannot use it again. We agreed to nothing of the sort, for invisibility. It is a flat 50% miss for an invisible opponent, it doesn't matter if the opponent is tiny or colossal. So, should the Boots of Teleportation be OKed, you have just teleported to a random square, swung, and missed. Note that this is your declared action, and it is already stretching what I am comfortable with you knowing IC. If this is not allowed, any part of it, the duel continues as is. No changing actions. You declared a standard action and an (illegal) swift, and ended turn. Oh, and I noticed that you didn't roll for chance of mishap on that teleport. As we hadactuallypreviously agreed, if you run away, you lose. So if you teleport away, it's not my responsibility to come after you, it's yours to come back. Here's the mishap chance. Nothing happened. Chance: (1d100)[80] 98 and up is bad. Direction: (1d8)[6] 1 is north, clockwise from there. Distance: (1d10)[5]*(1d10)[2] of 15 feet. Edit:After asking the RAW thread, we need somebody to arbitrate. Who would you suggest? Huh, I misread that part of the skill tricks section, thought it could be used repeatedly. What is the 1d100 and 1d8 for? Originally Posted by Pickford Huh, I misread that part of the skill tricks section, thought it could be used repeatedly. What is the 1d100 and 1d8 for? That was the mishap chart for teleportation, as per the rules for Teleport. Nothing went wrong. Now, who would you like to arbitrate the rules? Or how?

Bob Vs. Chip, Round 1|rating:2.0

Set up (Faceless & MusicIsLife)

Blake was sitting in his home, more specifically in his basement which he'd fashioned into a work place, personal bank and small armory. His home was outside city limits and fairly independent of the rest of the city. He had his own power source and his own water. All he really needed the city for was work and general supplies. When it came to food he hunted in the woods behind him and sterilized his own meat to avoid bacteria and other things that were from man made pesticides. As he sat at the central hub of his computers he typed it small side notes that he'd pulled from the assassin's files studying how she worked, how she thought and all of that. He found that she was about as versatile as he was when it came to adapting to situations that arose on the job. A good assassin knew that there was never a set plan because situations changed, being prepared for those changes and able to make them work for you was what helped you live on. Her choice of weaponry was rather impressive as well, ranging from long range weapons to in your face close range. This was going to be a very difficult job, but it also gave him a challenge that he hadn't had in a long time. She was evenly matched with him on every scale, the only thing he had to his advantage was that he had more records of stealth kills than she did. Her personality didn't seem to have the patience to just lay in wait which was a good thing for him. He'd trained with special forces snipers so he'd learned how to lay perfectly still regardless of what was going on around him. He'd been stepped on and even pissed on while in some of his sniping missions which was both disgusting, but it let him know that he was hiding very well. No one, like him, had any knowledge on where she lived which was a big thing for Assassins. If you wanted to have that safe net of peace you made sure no one from work knew where you lived. Sighing a bit he rubbed the bridge of his nose. He had a list of some places that she'd been spotted at on a regular basis, but that was it. Time to do some stake outs. He chose areas that had significant roofing coverage and one of them was a club that was fairly populated, which was a good cover for her since most assassins avoided large groups of people around their target. They preferred little to no innocent by standers to stay away from local authority. As he sat on top of the roof of a large hotel building at about ten at night he was wearing a dark navy blue turtle-neck and a pair of black cargo pants with black combat boots. His hands covered by black polyester special operations tactical gloves with a hardened Kevlar knuckle cover that allowed for a very solid fist. He was using non-reflective night vision goggles to watch the club and was carrying a note pad as he kept up with times and dates and looked for any signs of her. He was armed with a silenced Colt 45 pistol and extended magazines that held sixteen rounds apposed to the normal eight round magazines. With any stealth mission he also carried a black steel combat tango boot knife in case he needed to get close for a stealth kill. The hand grip was for single hand use and the blade was about six inches in length. As he looked down at the people eight stories below him, he ran a hand through his hair and sighed, this female was really making his job hard. Dressed in basketball shorts and a black tank top Alex was cross-legged on her couch notes and paper scattered around her with her laptop in her lap. Her fingers moved smoothly over the keys as she jolted down notes about her knew target. Normally she didn't kill other assassins it wasn't her style unless she had something against them but with the pay she'd be getting to kill this guy it was hard to pass up. Classical music drifted from the dock where her iPod was sitting on playing the music. A Dr Pepper can sit on the coffee table in front of her. Nibbling on her bottom lip she looked over the files she'd been given and let out a breath. Well damn, this guy was almost as good as she was. He was quick on his feet and was versatile, adapting easily to different situations that came with the job. That meant she could throw him a curveball, he'd catch it and throw it right back to her. That was not what she wanted, reading she leaned over and grabbed the can before bringing it to her lips and took a drink only to groan and set the can back onto the coffee table. He had patience, something Alex didn't have much of it seemed. In his records it started that he'd been trained with special forces snipers "Well that's just cheating" She mumbled. The girl herself couldn't seem to stay put for every long, she had to move, her body wouldn't let her stay in one spot for a long amount of time, thus she wasn't very good at steak outs unless her fingers were moving. "Fine we'll play a different game"Looking over the info that she had dug up from the internet and well had hacked into Alex grinned to herself, she knew where he lived. For an assassin that was a huge deal. He lived outside the city and was independent of the rest of the city having his own power source and water "Hamm someone doesn't want to be caught in the dark..." She trailed off thinking before her cell buzzed the alarm that she had set going off. Reaching over she grabbed the phone and let out a breath. "You mister will just have to wait I've got a date" Setting the laptop on the coffee table the girl got to her feet and stretched with a soft groan before padded off into her room leaving the door open. Tonight she had a date of sorts, it wasn't really about the guy more about the information he could give her about another case she was working on. Alex wasn't just one of the best assassins she was also a pretty damn good spy as well, she had learned a long time ago to blend into her surroundings and turn into someone else. Tonight she was becoming Alice Decks, a sexy red head that had a date with the son of a very powerful man. Once her dirty blond hair was hidden under the red wig, and she had full makeup on and a sexy little black strapless dress Alex grinned to herself before walking out the door heels and clutch bag in hand. Alex had taken a taxi to the club and looked around before she put a bright smile on her face and walked into the club, to find her 'date' Alex didn't know she was a target but had a nagging feeling in her stomach once she had gotten to the club to keep a watch-out. Moving through the crowded club as music played, lights flashed around and people talked, she moved to the bar and sat down at a stool ordering one drink before she looked around for Danny and for the reason she had a nagging feeling in her stomach that something wasn't right. As he continued watching he spotted a taxi pulling in and looked through the crowd to see a blond haired female walking out but as he continued to watch her back stiffened slightly, and she moved way too easily through the crowd, reading peoples movements before they bumped into her. Bingo. That was his girl. Smirking a bit he simply waited but as he waited he pulled out a Seal sniper rifle complete with an eight-inch silencer and hollow pointed rounds to really make a mess. Sitting there on the rooftop he pressed a button on the remote he was holding a turret that was armed with rubber bullets armed itself about two buildings down. As he sat there waiting for the female to poke back out he kept his finger over the turret button. The rounds would hurt like a bitch, but it would thin the crowd considerably making his target a bit more visible. So now was the sit and wait game. The two exits that were in the club both led into opposite alley's that only led to the main street where he was watching so even if she tried leaving through an emergency exit, he'd still see her. Sitting at the bar Alex looked around again a slight frown tugging at he lips, something didn't feel right, she felt like she was being watched. It was starting to annoy her now, taking a sip of her martini she looked around casually, sipping her drink. She didn't spot anyone that looked like they were fallowing her, to an untrained eye it would be hard to spot that kind of person but to Alex it was easy, they acted different more jumpy and nervous, eyes always darting around. "Well great" She grumbled into her drink before turning on the stool, and leaned back against the counter waiting for her 'date' and thinking of a plan. Surveying the room once again she tucked red hair behind her ear and let out a soft huff, well Danny was turning into a no show. Rolling her green eyes Alex slid off the stool and smiled sweetly back at a man before she made her way to the bathrooms. Slipping past the door she checked to make sure she was the only one in the room before locking the door. Walking to the counter she leaned against it and opened her clutch bag and pulled out her cell. Dialing a number she pressed the phone to her ear and sighed looking around the room, why were club bathrooms so over done? People hardly came into the bathroom unless it was to check their makeup or for a quickie. "JD here" A voice came from the phone and Alex smiled faintly "Hey JD it's Alex. Look I need you to do something for me" The man on the other line chuckled, she could hear the grin on his face "What do ya need?" Shifting her weigh Alex shook her head to herself "I'm at Star, I want you to hack into streetlights and any security cameras that are around here, check the roofs and everything" JD gave an exasperated sigh at that ad shook his head. "Security camera don't ho higher than twenty feet. I'll have to hack into satellites, and you call yourself an assassin" He grumbled the last part and Alex huffed rolling her eyes again "Lecture me later just find out" Her answer was tapping sounds from the other end. "So why am I going through all this trouble?" He asked, Alex shifted her weight pinning the phone between her shoulder and ear "Because I have a gut feeling and-" JD cut her off "And your gut is never wrong, alright give me a sec here"She didn't play nice with others, but that didn't mean she didn't know people that could help, and JD was one of the few people that she got along with most of the time. JD spent his days hacking into everything and anything he could, he was the kind of person that you could tell was a complete nerd by just looking at him. Alex had saved his butt more than once and JD had done the same with her, she was good at hacking but compared to JD she looked like a complete idiot drooling on the keyboard." Well your ass is hot tonight Alex" Alex snorted and rolled her eyes "I can't see the screens JD" She reminded the guy "Yeah yeah I know. I can't see the picture very well, but it looks like there's a guy sitting on a hotel roof that's close to the club" "Can you make the picture clearer?" She asked her tone laced with annoyance that wasn't all directed at JD "It's not going to help, it's dark out asshat, that makes it hard to see and I'm on satellites here, the pictures not going to be clear. But I'd say their not enjoying the night are. Apparently someone wants you dead" Alex tilted her head back and let out a soft groan. "Apparently so... Well this just ruined my evening, so much for a nice quite night" She grumbled. JD chuckling lightly "I'm pretty sure, you'll be fine. I'll help if I can" "Alright thanks, I'll talk you later, call if anything changes" JD nodded "Cool with me" Hanging up Alex sighed. Now she needed a way out. Pushing the fake red hair out of her eyes again, the girl chewed on the inside of her bottom lip thinking about how to get out alive. She'd need a distraction so she could slip out without getting noticed... Something like." A fire maybe." A half smirk played on her lips "Oh yes a fire will do nicely" Now that she had a half plan she pushed off the counter and walked back to the door, unlocked it and slipped out. Glancing around she slipped through a door marked 'Employed Only' She needed to find the janitors closet, finding the door she grinned finding it unlocked, that just made this a little easier. Slipping into the room and closing the door quietly she flicked the light on and looked around. Now she just needed to mix a few things together wait a little while then 'boom', moving things around on the shelves she grabbed an empty bucket and MacGyver it. Once she had the concoction all in the bucket, and it was starting to hiss and sizzle she grinned "MacGyver would be proud" Slipping back out of the closet and closing the door behind her. Pulling her cell out, she made a quick call to the fire department to add to the craziness, they should get to the club right around the time her mixture exploded. It's make it even easier for her to get out of the club unnoticed. Walking back into the actual club Alex slipped into the crowd easily and made sure to stay in the middle of the room, if she was in the front she'd be noticed easier same with the back, being in the middle of the pack was the safest bet. Counting down in her head Alex waited until she heard the 'boom' it wasn't super loud with how loud the music was playing but if you knew what to listen for you could hear it, not many noticed until smoke started pouring in front the back, then all hell broke loose. The music stopped abruptly and bouncers were yelling for everyone to get out of the building, that's when the sirens could be heard. Right on time. As the crowd rushed out with Alex in the mix the firefighters started to get into action helping people out of the club while others went running into the building. This was almost too easy. As Blake sat up on the roof he saw the fire engines coming and sighed a bit. Well, that's what the turret was for. Waiting as the first groupings came out he knew she wouldn't be in there, it wouldn't be safe for her to just come flying out of the building like everyone else. However, as he waited and saw her dress and the hair he smirked and flicked the switch to the turret. A green beam shot into the middle of the crowd and a buzzing sound was heard seconds before a louder buzzing sound was heard and people started going down from being hit by the rubber rounds. firefighters, cops, and civilians all started dropping and groaning as the rounds slapping into their chests and stomachs. As the crowd quickly thinned he switched out the magazine of his rifle for a trans dart that had a special little package in it. He aimed through his rifle and saw the female holding her side and standing up. So she'd been nailed by the rain of rubber rounds that flew into the crowd, that was convenient for him. Aiming at her neck he pulled the trigger and a silent whistle rang out as the round shot through the air and slapped her neck. He watched her drop then pulled away from the rooftop and packed up. Leaving the turret on the roof he slid down the rope that he had set up on the other side of the roof and as he got into his car he pulled out another remote and pressed the button as a remote detonator blew up the turret removing all evidence of him. As he drove back to his home he went into his bomb shelter of a lab and activated the tracker in her neck. It had been about an hour so she was probably already up or just getting up, as he watched the computer screen he paid attention to the area around her and how she moved. It was pretty obvious that he wasn't there anymore since the rubber rounds stopped flying and there was a fire on a rooftop about a block away. Alex was working on getting out of the crowd and get away when she saw the green beam shot across the middle of the crowd "Oh shit" She mumbled under her breath still trying to get out of the freaking crowd, hearing the louder buzzing sound Alex gritted her teeth as people started dropping beside her. Rubber bullets, that asshole was using rubber bullets! Before she could duck down, two of the bullets nailed her in the ribs on her left side, the impacted made her fall to the ground with a grunt. "Dammit! I'll kill him" She ground out between clenched teeth as she shoved some man off her and got to her feet holding onto her side." Sonofabitch, I liked this dress" Back on her feet Alex worked on trying to get out of the panicked crowd and get away, she didn't like feeling like a sitting duck and that's just what she felt like at the moment. She was just about to move when something slapped against her neck getting her to hiss in pain, grabbing her neck she yanked the dart from her neck and looked down at the dart for a moment, oh she was going to kill him. Staggering as it started working Alex groaned her eyes rolling into the back of her head as she fell to the ground. It was around forty-five minutes later when Alex started coming around and groaned opening her eyes. Her side was killing her, and she felt like she had a hangover. "I'm going to kill him" She mumbled struggling to sit up and sucked in a hiss from the pain in her left side, well that was just great, now she had a couple creaked ribs by the pain she was feeling. Finely she got to her feet, swaying a little she shook her head trying to shake off the sleep and the freaking 'hangover' she had. After some sweet talk she got away from the still panicked crowd, got a cab and headed for JD's house. She still had an uneasy feeling and well that her didn't kill her no he just used a knock-out dart why? Alex wasn't sure, but she was plenty annoyed, sore and wanted answers now. The car dropped her off at a studio apartment building and Alex stormed into the building and went to the elevator and pushed the up button, normally she took the stairs because it was faster but at the moment her ribs and side was killing her, and she still had a 'hangover' and wanted to almost throw up. Walking in she let out a breath and went to the ninth floor, once the door opened she walked out, walking over to JD's door, it was locked but with a bobby pin out of her hair she unlocked the door quickly and walked in. "You really need to get some better locks" Walking in she closed the door behind her and pulled the red wing off. JD looked over at her sitting in a computer chair with an Xbox control in his hand a headset on facing a large computer. "Well hi" He mumbled pausing his game and looked over at her "Well you look happy" Alex gave him a glare shaking her blond hair free and huffed tossing the wing onto the messy coffee table." Oh I'm great, I've got some cracked and bruised ribs, a sore ass and a hangover from some knock out juice. I'm lovely" Frowning JD stood up and looked at her "So it didn't go well, there's clothes in the spare room, go change then you can tell me all about it" Alex hated how calm JD was about all of this, but she did want to change. Walking back into the spare room, she closed the door with her foot and walked over to the dresser, she had always kept some spare clothes here. Carefully and slowly she changed into some black baggy sweatpants, a sports bra and a tank top and put her hair in a messy bun before she walked out, leaving the dress on the guest bed." That asshole had a turret loaded with rubber bullets, and hit me in the neck with a dart" Standing by the couch she lifted her shirt and sighed seeing her left side already different shades of green, purple and even some yellow and black thrown in. "Well that's attractive" She grumbled and looked over at JD "Frozen peas in the freezer" She nodded and walked into the kitchen, opening the freezer she grabbed the bag of peas, the opened a drawer and grabbed a dish towel, wrapped the bag in the towel before pressing it against her side with a sigh. Walking back over she sat down on the couch and looked at JD "He darted me, didn't kill me, used a dart, something is up" "Let me see the mark and I'll see what I can do" Moving over JD grabbed a few gadgets and sat down on the arm of the couch "Tilt your head" He mumbled, Alex tilted her head to the side and closed her eyes holding the peas to her side and letting JD do his thing while she thought about everything. As Blake watched the marker he noticed that she had stopped, looking through the buildings blueprints there were no solid areas so it wasn't an assassin home. Probably a friend that was good with computers because the buildings' energy output and intake was exceedingly high in one area, one apartment, actually. Smirking he got onto his computer and used some old skills to hack into the computer of the house she as in. He had a computer virus on stand by that was designed to fry the motherboard it's self and completely erase all data within the computer. After the virus was done it deleted itself so your computer was nothing but a nice sized paper weight. As he got into the computers main screen he was impressed with the person's security for one, but he typed a message to show up on the seen and start blinking." So I am assuming you're not home. I hope the rubber rounds didn't hurt too much. I am sending this message to let you know... I can find you and get to you no matter where you are." After the message was there for a few minutes he sent the virus out and the man's computer hardware began fizzling out and shutting down all over his house. Holding the peas to her side Alex relaxed the best she could with JD poking at her neck and using some gadgets that looked like they belong in movies and movies only, and it didn't help that JD was talking to himself about this. It was really starting to get at her "JD would you stop talking to yourself, I am right here" JD rolled his eyes "Yeah yeah, well it looks like your friend tagged you" Alex frowned looking at him "Excuse me. Hr tagged me, that asshole chose to freaking tag me instead of killing me" JD nodded "Looks that way, but luckily for you, I can stop the signal" Alex let out a slow breath "Good then stop it, so I can kill this ass" This guy was really starting to piss her off, and he was now her next target. Getting up JD moved from the couch back to his computers to get what he needed and frowned seeing a flashing message. "Uh Alex. Take a look" Getting from the couch she moved over to stand behind him keeping the frozen peas to her side. Reading the message she gritted her teeth "Oh game on little boy" She hissed out a deadly look in her eyes. JD was still frowning and let out a stream of cuss words when the virus hit his computer. "Dammit to hell!" Fingers flew over the keyboard now, as he fought against time to stop the virus from killing his computers. Luckily JD had worked with this kind of virus before, hell he'd even made a virus that did the same thing. Still cussing and fingers flying over the keys, it took JD a couple of minutes, but he finely let out a breath and leaned back in the computer chair." Damn that was close... He's good with computers I'll give him that, but still can't beat me" He grinned to himself and Alex couldn't help but roll her eyes. "Alright find out where this guy is, can you track him?" She asked JD snorted "Watch and learn kid" Fingers flew over his keyboard again as he is the single that was in the tracker he places in Alex and even virus leaves behind a trail if you knew what you were looking for, and since JD had stopped it the virus couldn't delete itself, making it all the better for him to trace back." There, that's where he is" JD pointed to a flashing dot on a map and glanced over at Alex who was gritting her teeth. That was the house of the man she was supposed to kill, so her target was fighting back, huh? It was so on, Alex had a spotless record and that wasn't about to change now. "I know who this is, get this tracker off-line then I'm going to pay this man a little visit" JD nodded and got to work on killing the signal for the tracker, it took a little time, but finely the signal was dead, and he smiled to himself "You are back offline" "Thanks, I'll need you on this one" JD nodded "Will do I'll have my earpiece in and be standing by" Alex nodded as she walked to the door the clutch bag in hand, she just left the dress, she'd pick it up later. Walking out the door Alex smirked a little to herself. This one was going to be fun, and she'd take great pleasure in killing him. When the virus died early he sighed and chuckled a bit, watching the signal as soon as it was cut off he grabbed a few guns and some knock out darts before he walked out of his bomb shelter. It was twenty feet under his home, steel and concrete reinforced and the only way to get into his little shelter was voice activation and if you got it wrong the security system would do spray the house with knock out gas that would drop a horse for twenty-four hours. Setting the security system he went to his garage and got into his car. He drove around town for a bit and when he got the little silent alarm that someone was near his home he drove to the address where the computer geek was. Taking the elevator up he followed the blueprints of the building to the door and looked at the handle. Picking the lock he opened the door and drew his pistol. Seeing the man at the desk with a headset he walked up behind him and put the gun to the side of his head and slowly took the headset off of him. Once it was off he looked at him and motioned for him to stand. As he did this he pulled him away from the computer and told him to stay quiet. Listening to the headset he could hear the female asking this JD for advice with a voice activated door and he smirked. Setting the remote down he pointed his gun close to the microphone and even with the silencer the headset would let her know that a silenced pistol went off close to it. Squeezing off a round there was a rustling sound followed like a body hitting the table then sliding off. He then pushed some things around and pulled out a bag of blood from his inner coat pocket. He sprayed it along the wall, table and floor then made a dragging trail to the door. Furthermore, he then took the man with him and drove him to a safe house inside the city, hidden in an old church, below it, actually. Once inside he opened the door to a smaller version of his home shelter and sighed as he sat the man in the chair then looked at him." Does this female not realize how odd it is that two assassins would be having a job to kill one another?" He asked as he looked at JD curiously." By the way, amazing work with the computer...so how did you and her meet?" Getting back to her place Alex change into a pair of dark wash jeans, a black shirt that a little tight on her and pulled on a black hoodie and grabbed a black socking hat. She pulled it over her hair and let out a breath, bruised and cracked ribs or not she was going to end this tonight. She didn't play games and was not about to become tangled in one. Walking over to one of the walls in her room with a light switch, she flicked the light on then pushed it in, the wall slid over revealing a room, different guns and other weapons lines the walls, drawers under them filled with didn't things. Grabbing the break-down sniper rifle's case she set it on the ground, strapped a Glock to her right thigh and tucked four sixteen rounds magazines beside the gun. She wasn't taking any chances tonight, hunting knife tucked into the waistband of her jeans she's grabbing the case and walked out closing the door after her. Once she got close to the guys house she parked her park away from the road and walked the eighth of a mile to his house, she could wait and just kill him with her rifle, but Alex couldn't sit still at the moment, she wanted to see his face when she killed him. She did a sweep around his house checking for any alarms or anything that was going to try and kill her, she got rather cranky when things like that happened. Coming up to the side of the house Alex let out a cuss under her breathing, seeing the voice activated alarm on the front door. Crud....dang this just was almost as much of a nerd a JD, this girl was more old fashion, she used high deck stuff too much she is like just killing the person way better. Pressing a finger lightly on her earpiece she let out a huff "Alright nerd, I've got a voice active alarm here, what do I do?" She asked but got noting in reply, getting her to frown and that gut feeling returned. JD was at his computer playing a game and waiting for Alex to need his help, he didn't even hear anything until he felt the barrel of a gun pressed against his head getting him to stiffen and let out a stream of words under his breath. The man took the headset off and then motioned him to stand. Standing up JD looked at the guy, not as scared as she should have been but was still going to do what he said. JD heard the faint voice of Alex and groaned inwardly... Great, she was at his house trying to kill him and he was here holding JD hostage. The man made it look like he killed JD then took JD with him still very much alive to a different place. Now sitting in a chair below ground JD looked at the man and shook his head "At the moment no, she just wants to kill you. She doesn't like being hit with rubber bullets and really hates being drugged, but I've been wondering" JD looked at the man arms crossed over his chest slouching in his seat a little, it was obvious that he wasn't going to die at the moment so he relaxed a little more. A faint grin played on his lips "Thanks, that's a long story. Short version she got 'kidnapped' by this drug lord that wanted answers, she didn't give him any, he had her beat up then dumped her in the room he had me in. I was uh working for him...sorta. Anyway she got us out, killed the drug lord and blew up his house" JD Shrugged "No since you don't plan on killing me right away, what is your plan? Because if you want to talk to Alex you went about it the wrong way, now she's just pissed, and she does her best work when she's pissed"Alex had headed the gun shot and everything else, once the shot had gone off she was running back to her car. Once she got her hands on this guy he was going to be begging her to kill him, no one messed with the little family Alex had and when they did, well you'd be surprised what a human bod could live through. Sliding into the driver's seat she turned the car on and slammed it into revues and once on the road she slammed it into drive and sped back to JD's. Her phone started beeping, and she reached over and grabbed it, glancing down she grinned a little, she had almost forgotten that JD wore a tracker in the necklace he wore. "Maybe he's not dead." She mumbled and headed to where the red dot was beeping at. Blake sat there for a moment and looked at his watch; given traffic, cops, streetlights and the time it took him to get from this man's home to here...he had about thirteen minutes before she'd be on top of him. As the man asked about his plan Blake smiled." Well, first off I'm going to find out why my employer put me up against another rival assassin and yet gave her the same job only to hunt me down. So during that time I'm going to leave her be...however. I'd like you to tell her that should she take my leaving her be as a high point and come after me. You are going to be the first one to suffer for it, then I'll kill her. I don't want to fight her if I don't have too, but I'm very good about sitting in one spot and not moving for hours. Now...being a tech head I'm sure you have some sort of tracking device, so I'm going to leave now." Going over to a computer he typed in a small sequence and every computer there started frizzing out and frying the motherboards to wipe his traces. He then took him out of the room and shut the blast doors typing in a code and explosions were heard inside." Can't have you two rooting around in there." With that he left the man standing there and took an escape hatch in the floor. Locking it from the inside he took a service tunnel to the other end of the block and got out in an alley. Locking the door from the outside he got into the SUV that he had parked there and drove himself to his secondary home since his primary was locked up tighter than the pentagon. That and he had his system set up so that if someone entered who wasn't him, everything inside would go up in a huge ball of fire. Only having about two hundred thousand in cash at his home his main cash was in a vault out of state while bits and pieces were spread out all over town. When he got to his secondary home it was in a normal suburban area with moms, dads, and tones of kids. He pulled into the driveway and parked his SUV in the garage. Waving to a neighbor he unlocked the door and stepped inside then locked the door and activated his security. Sitting down in his office he sighed a bit. His house was concrete and wood on the outside but in the walls was about a foot thick steel shell and more concrete. Bullets and rockets were not getting into his home. His ceiling was the same as his walls so if one tried to bring his roof down on top of him it wouldn't work. There were three escape routes not on the blueprints because he'd personally made them and his windows were all bullet and blast proof. His door was a wood-coated steel door so it matched all the other doors, but it was a bit thicker. Sitting at his computer he sent a private email to his employer asking about the job and telling him what he'd found out. Now the only question was, was he over thinking or would he have to visit his employer and kill him? JD listened still way more relaxed than a normal person would have been and nodded "I'll make it very clear that she shouldn't come after you for the time being" He told the other man and shrugged an easy smile on his face "I might, some people get cranky when they don't know where I am" He got to his feet as the other guy moved to the computers and fried them before leading him out of the room and closed the door typed in a cod then an explosion was heard. This guy was good JD would give him that, he was good now if only the two of them wouldn't kill each other and team up. Well you'd have an unbeatable team on your hands." Right.... I'll just wait here then" JD rolled his eyes and tan a hand through his short blond hair before be found his way out of the room underground and found himself in an old church. Mumbling a bit he walked out of the old building and sat down on the stairs waiting for Alex, she'd be utterly pissed and probably worried about him, but he was fine, and he got some info on this other guy. Glancing down at the phone she frowned again "He moved" She mumbled driving before she fallowed where it was and pulled in front of a church and let out a cuss seeing JD sitting on the front stairs looking very much alive and ok. Getting out of the car she frowned looking at him and pulled her handgun out of the holster, clicked the safety off, holding the gun to her side she looked at him "JD..." JD got to his feet and held up his hands, "This isn't a set-up or trap, he's gone. He did leave a message though" Alex looked around again before she switched the safety back on and gave him a glare" I told you, you needed to change the locks on your door!" She snapped before storming back to the car with JD behind her. Getting back in she let out a huff and looked over at him" I thought he had killed you at first..." JD smiled "I thought I was dead at first but hey I'm alright, let go back to your place"Starting the car up Alex let out a breath and pulled the hat off her head, stray hair falling down out of the messy bun, heading back to her apartment. "What was the message?" She asked glancing over at JD before turning down a road. "He said he was going to leave you alone for the time being but if you took this as a chance to get him, he'd kill me then you" Alex rolled her eyes mumbling a few words under her breath pulling into the parking lot, grabbing the duffel bag she got out and headed to the doors. "This is getting annoying, and I hate playing games" She grumbled JD fallowing after her. She was tired, her side was killing her again and this whole thing was really starting to piss her off, it was time she found answers and answers now. About a week in a half went by of him not doing anything but gathering information on his previous boss since he'd dropped the job after finding out that he was trying to get Blake killed or badly injured and the woman killed. He had something going on that was requiring a lot of money, and he was getting rid of assassins. Left and right assassins were being killed by one another from a man who was paying top dollar to make the hits. Finally, a bit of a break through at the second week. The man was collecting a lot of genetic scientists as well as chemicals and computer technologies. After gathering all of this in a file he sat back in his chair and tapped his chin. Reaching for his cell he dialed a number and listened. Hearing JD's voice sounding confused he chuckled." I snagged your number when I was at your place. I need you to deliver a message to the woman for me... Alex I believe her name is. Tell her I would like to meet her at the Star Buck's on the corner of Fifth and Pioneer. No tricks, no violence, just some information swapping. Three hours." With that he hung up the phone and set it on the desk. It was nine a.m. right now so it would be a noon meeting. Star Buck's would have ton's of people there so he obviously wasn't taking her there to slit her throat. When noon rolled around he had a copy of the folder he'd made and was sitting in a booth off to the side of the camera's. JD had been staying with Alex for the past couple weeks now, after the other assassin had broken in and took him hostage for a little while, Alex told him he was moving in with her until they could find him a better apartment building and better locks. Her living room had turned into a geeks dream, it was still messy yes but JD kept around his computers clean. HE had pulled an all-nighter playing video games when he phones started ringing, frowning a little he looked down at the number before answering it "Hello?" He asked pinning the phone between his ear and shoulder still playing a game leaning back in the chair he was in. Hearing whose voice it was JD frowned even more and sat up and listened. He told him that he wanted to meet Alex in three hours at the Star Bucks that was five blocks from her apartment then hung up. Great now JD had to wake her up, it was only nine and Alex loved her sleep, she wasn't on a job and hated waking up before noon. Grumbling he got up to wake her up and tell her what was going on. Alex walked into the coffee shop at noon dressed in ripped jeans and an old band T-shirt, her dirty blond hair was down the bangs pinned away from her face. She scanned the room with green eyes before spotting him, she hadn't seen his face yet, but she knew it was him. Sitting in a booth that was off to the side away from the camera's watchful look, now that she knew where he was Alex went and ordered herself a coffee and a blueberry muffin before she walked over to him and slid into the booth across from him. Taking a drink of the coffee she looked at him "So what is this about?" She asked picking at the muffin. She was still a little annoyed about being out of bed before noon but was also curious about what this guy wanted. Blake looked at her as she slid into the booth in front of him. He smiled a bit and slid the folder across the table and a disposable cell." Your friend JD is a remarkable young man. You are truly lucky to have his friendship. Have him look through this with you, some of the things in here are a techie's wet dream. The man who hired you and I is trying to create super soldiers, basically like you and me, but who listen without argument and who are just like robots with skin. He's eliminating the assassins like you and me, and replacing them with these...people and reaping all the money from it. He hired me to kill you, but did the same for you to me. Twelve other assassins have died in these two weeks and the one's that survived were killed at home by an unknown assailant. Keep that phone. My number is programmed in, and I'll only answer to that number. If you would like to thank the man for trying to get us both killed, I think we'd do better as a team. However, if you want to be ballsy and go yourself that's fine too, I'll just watch where you fail and avoid doing that." With that he stood up as a train of people left and blended with them and was gone. Taking on a man who was making his own personal goon squad was a suicide mission to take him on single-handedly so working with Blake was a smart and more likely survivable decision. Eating the muffin Alex looked down at the folder he slid over to her and the phone before looking at him eyebrows raised waiting for what this was all about. She opened the folder and started glancing through it before looking back at him. "Yeah I am lucky and next time you have me think he's dead and kidnap him I'll make you beg for death" Her tone was cold and even with bite laced in the words. It had scared her more than she wanted to admit when she had thought JD was dead. Listening she nodded slightly, she had done some digging to and found out they had been hired to kill each other, but before she could really dig any deeper she'd gotten another job and took it. She knew about the other being killed a couple had been her friends. Alex took a drink of her coffee and rolled her eyes as he stood up and nodded "I'll keep that in mind Batman" She said watching him melt into the crowd before she started really looking through the folder and drank her coffee. He was right JD would love this stuff, he's think it was Christmas or something, she also was starting to think it was about time to having a meeting with the man that was trying to get her killed. Going alone would be really stupid and Alex wanted to live so it looked like she didn't have much of a choice but to team up with Batman. Shaking her head at herself she got up and tossed the crumbs of the muffin into the trash and headed back to her apartment with the folder still drinking her coffee, getting back she found JD crashed on the couch. Leaving him to get some sleep she sat down in the recliner with her laptop and started doing a little digging of her own while she kept glancing over at the disposable phone.

Set up (Faceless & MusicIsLife)|rating:4.0

Darkest Days (OPEN)

(So here's the idea. I need either one person to play two males, or two males for each character. The plot is: My character is a very skilled warrior with a seriously good body. She is captured by a enemy lord who has been searching for new slaves, and he was attracted to her. She was given to another kingdom to their prince for the same thing. The prince is looking for her while everything is happening to her.) Vera's head pounded as she opened her eyes slowly. She didn't remember much that happened. They were in a battle, her warriors and her. A giant man had attacked her, and she was hit over the head. She coughed as her chest ached. Something had to be broken in her body. She went to move her arms. Jingling chains brought her to her attention. She looked up and her eyes widened. She was chained to a rock, her arms spread above her head and her legs chained. Chains made her leg stay where they were. She looked and saw a couple of levers attached to the ankle chains. They must pull your legs apart. But why? For torture? She thought. Her body ached as she looked in a gritty mirror in front of her. Where was her regular warrior outfit. She was wearing a short green leather skirt, attached to a green shirt that showed her midriff. Thigh high black boots kept her standing, and she was sporting some sort of black collar. Is this what I think it is?she thought. She remembered a lord that stole fine ladies as sex slaves, but was this why she was here? She was already promised to a prince for a slave, but she was kidnapped to be a slave too? Furthermore, she pulled at the chains"This cannot be happening." She murdered, just as a door creaked open. Furthermore, she looked around.(I need the lord and maybe the prince) Please??? Anyone??? Please!!! Someone do this with me.!!!!!!!! As a Prince of the Imperium, Can Venues had a lot of frustration to deal with. His father had been a good king, not so long ago, ruling over and bringing prosperity to the vast dominion of the Imperium. His name was going to go down in the history scroll, a monument was being built in his honor, and had been a good father even after his wife had betrayed the nation. Then, without warning, the wasting sickness had caught him. Now his was put a pale shadow of his former self, a pile of bones and skin drinking soup from another's hand. He created, he ate, he opened and closed his eyes, but it wasn't living; simply subsisting. Ever since then, the burden of running the Imperium had fallen on Can and his elder brother, a warrior at heart named Week. There was little joy in it; why did everybody want to be the king? Still, it had it's wrecks. His brother had quite a hunger for woman, slave woman if he could get them. Of course, as the defect king, he had little time to pervy the merchandise; it was a task he delighted to his younger brother. It was one of Can's favorite tasks, next to giving royal inspection of Grand Imperium's brothels, of course. The palace had caught wind of a successful raid on the border nations, a nation famous for employing what Can would call "beasts in bras", referred to more polity as warrior-woman, and Week had wanted to put first claims on the products. Personally, he would rather just kill them all, but the heir apart wasn't Can, was it? The slaver's house in town was a greasy stone thing, with far more beneath the ground then above. He held a cloth over his nose as he entered, the bulging hauler staring at him with his one good eye. "Ah, prince Can," he grumbled in his wet tone. "Week wants a word on our pretty, yes?" His grubby attitude annoyed him, but as a repressive of the state, with the golden tunic and all, he had to be present." Ah, yes," Can tried to focus on the hauler's forehead, hair, anything put the missing eye. Baden't these people heard of an eye patch? "The Crown Prince would like to make a royal claim over your cargo. You are after all linked by the crown. Please, take me down to see them." The hauler didn't speak anymore, thank The Five Gods. He leads him down the wet stairs, the damp smell of earth blotting out the natural filth. However, the stairs where wet enough that he could see himself; his short-cropped black hair, the hints of beard on his face, the royal mace hanging at his hip. He stood silent as they walked down, Can having to bend to fit in the tiny passage. After what felt like but a minute, he arrived in the dank darkness, the bars of the cells rusting slightly." I'll take it from here," Can waved the hauler away, squinting to see in the minimal torchlight. Shrugging, the man walked up the stairs, leaving the Prince to see his cargo. All in all, it appeared to be a poor crop; a couple of baggage boys, a one-armed axeman, and..." What do we have here?" Can smiled as he walked over the female, milling and chuckling. "Little kitten can't even break a couple of ropes? Next time, keep the battles to the birthing bed." Who cared if she was anger? The bars stood between her and him, and the mace at his hip wasn't just for show. Vera heard the footsteps coming down, and she pulled at her chains, but her arms ached. This was not her day. She didn't want to be a prisoner. It wasn't anything she had ever wanted in her entire life. She saw a man about her age step into the prisons. He was well-built, black hair. The mace at his side was amazing. She had never seen anything so big. When the man made fun of her she gritted her teeth. She was in here anyway, chained up. No one could hurt her." I'm the finest warrior in the country you filthy rat!" She yelled pulling at the chains." I bet you don't do anything but prey on the women that want to be violated by a screaming rat like you." She said, then spat. It was a wrong thing to do, but she enjoyed making this man mad. The saliva landed far from him, still within the cell. So, he had a woman who thought she was more than a woman, did he? Week like breaking these kinds of woman; submission was more exciting when you made it, he said. Now, if HE'D been in charge, he'd crush her head in right on the spot, but even nobility had to answer to somebody, and that somebody didn't take kindly to headless whores." Finest warrior, eh?" He stepped forward and stuck is nose through the bars, bending over slightly. "You must be from the free village of shepherds, breeding with your flock, or maybe some bed slave commune. The band that overran you was a bunch of sell swords, nothing like the Imperial Spell spears. If you're telling the truth, we'd have taken you over years ago." He wrinkled his nose, partially from the tech, partially from his disgust at her insult. "I am Prince Can Venues, second in line for the throne of the Imperium, and you are to treat me with respect, do I make myself clear?" His hand drifted down his mace, to make the point. "The only reason you're still alive is my brother is interested in that bit between you legs. It's all you're good for, after all." Vera looked at him like he was a crazy animal! She wasn't going to bow down and give him respect, especially if he insulted her home. When he told her why she was needed her eyes widened. She was a warrior! Not a toy! She wouldn't be used for some king. She pulled on the chains that held her legs apart. Furthermore, she had never wanted to be something he wanted her to be. She raised an eyebrow. "They are plenty of women who would be begging for this. Why me? I won't give that easily. And I sure as hell will not treat you with respect. You don't deserve it anyway." She yelled, glaring at him. Was he supposed to test her out of something? Why was he here?" Why are you here for your brother anyway?" She asked, glaring. "Shouldn't he be picking his slaves? Or are you here to test them out." She spat out, still glaring at him. As a prince, one learned that they could expect obedience from your countrymen, but must earn it from foreigners. Obviously he Baden't expected this thick-skilled bitch to obey him, he would have to convince her otherwise." I wouldn't even try if I where you," he waved his finger at the chains. "Those are sold steel; very few men could break those even after months of pulling. A woman like you wouldn't even make a dent." He kept lingering, his hand idly playing with his mace handle." My brother has rather secular tastes; woman like you, I'd rather see dead," he let his eyes wander about, watching her through the corner of his eye. "However, as heir-apparent, he's quite busy. He doesn't have time to scout out breeding stock for himself. That's, unfortunately, my job. You're not exactly going to like him, but I don't think you have much of a choice, do you?" Vera hissed. She wouldn't be his breeding stock. There were plenty of those in the world, and she wasn't a whore like them. She was a warrior, a fighter. And damn well she would stay one." I don't even like you. How would I like someone just like you." She cursed. She wanted out of here. Pulling on the chains some more she heard someone coming." I think you're little one eyed man is back. Going to come take my virginity from me?" She spat, pulling on the chains. She wasn't a bit scared, only worried. "My brother isn't like me," he seemed to be talking more to himself than anything else. "He's a natural fighter, strong enough to shatter a solder's chest in one hand. He's inspiring, a leader. I'm more a planner, soul-crusher type of guy." The sounds coming down the stairs sent a shiver down his spine; he'd hopped he'd be done with that freak of nature once he'd sent him away. Apparently, Imperial orders didn't carry as much weight as they used to. Still, he caught the chance to steel himself when the bitch spoke. "I'd rather take a dragons, but if I don't the worms probably will," he smiled at his cleverness, and the grain of truth he'd hidden within. "Hopefully my brother will kill you before you get the pleasure of a higher sex." The hauler came down the steps, a Taunton in his hand the Erie shadows emphasizing his socket. "Prince, I've got another pretty for you to see. Interested?" The woman he had in his hands was more of his taste; short, soft, some dragon blood in her for sure. Even the eyes where better, a deep brown that swam with inner feelings. He was tempted to say yes, oh so tempted, but, sadly, he wasn't shopping for himself. "She isn't Prince Week's type, but I'll be back once I've got some coin." Vera looked at the girl as she looked innocently. She couldn't believe someone like that would let herself be made a slave. Oh, no sir not her. She would have to be forced to do anything. Vera rolled her eyes. "Where is your brother then. Is he supposed to take me? Or are you?" She said, then suddenly decided to have a little fun. "Because if you ask me I'd rather be your slave. Yes I know you would like that wouldn't you?" She teased, smirking." If not then take me to the bastard you call a brother." She taunted, looking away. "I said this before, but I know how idiotic you woman can be," Can rolled his eyes at her sorry attempt to manipulate him. "I'd rather take myself and fill a dragons then break your no doubt rough as leather insides in. I'm picking you up for my brother, but if you'd rather die first, I suppose I could oblige you." He turned his head just far enough towards the hauler so he'd think he was looking at him. "Wrap her up, and I'll take her out. And please, do it silently." He whipped his nose while waiting for her to come. The hauler entered the cell, taking a jar and setting it on her skin. Within was small insect, which crawled onto her skin and gave her a quick sting. "Venom paralyzes limbs for an hour or so. She won't give you trouble." He unchained her, the woman's body collapsing to the ground. "She can still speak though, so give her a good whack in the face if she annoys you. Come on, Erna," the hauler led the little part-dragon girl along to another cell, locking her up as she sat quietly. For a moment, Can wished he'd simply made up a story about the girl and took the more proper one, but he had duties to do. "Come on," he life the woman up not his hands, her sinking into the bucket formed there. "We haven't all day." Without looking back, had carried her up the stairs, her limbs hanging uselessly. Vera cursed when the insect bit her. She cursed even more loudly when she felt her limbs begin to go numb. This couldn't be happening! She couldn't believe! She fell to the ground with a thud and this prince picked her up as she slumped into him. She cursed as something twisted in her stomach. "I can't wait for this." She mumbled as they left. Dame, she was heavier than what he expected from a woman." Look, I can't wait to get rid of you their. If I wasn't obligated to deliver you, I'd do it right now. However," he exited from the dungeon, back into the bustling streets of Grand Imperium, the palace rising up about a mile and a half off. "I am, so let's get you back so I can go buy myself a little dragon, got it?" he moved up his hand to slap her lightly in the face. A few people stared at them oddly, but his golden tunic was enough to keep them away; noblemen could get away with just about anything. They walked along for about a minute, and he was sorry tempted to just throw her off. "Cut off the mutton, she-beast." Granted, he wasn't a whip by any means, but a warrior in armor was heavy, especially with balled up, paralyzed muscles. "Told you I was a warrior. Now you believe me?" She muttered as he carried her. Everyone was looking at her like she was a freak. This was embarrassing, humiliating. She couldn't believe it. She wanted to even bite his hand when he slapped her lightly. She saw the castle coming into view. "You're lucky. You're almost done with me." She said, chuckling. "Let's hope I am," he grumbled to himself as they moved. Hopefully, this would be one of those woman his brother took off his hands right away, but then again there was a chance he was going off on some diplomatic mission or something, and he'd have to hold onto her, like a good brother, for maybe two weeks. He didn't give it anymore thought." Swinging around a sword doesn't make you a warrior, it just makes you want to eat more," they walked by the butchery section of town. He imagined just taking a cleaver to this girl's neck *WHACK*, and being done with it. "This will be over faster for both of us if you just shut up." Vera rolled her age. She wished she still had feeling in her limbs. She wanted to just slap him across the face right then. Furthermore, she wished she had her sword. But they took her weapons away from her. She sighed, not wanting to head to the kingdom. She wasn't ready for this. She smirked. "You know you want me. You don't often find a tough girl like me." She said, smirking at him. He stopped, right there in the middle of the road, a vein starting to pulse in his head. Did this woman ever know when to just be quiet? "You're half right," he spoke lowly as he continued along, trying to avoid the small children running past him. "Your type is fairly rare, thank the Five Gods again. However, I can think of ten thousand things I'd rather do then mount you, so you might as well give it up. My brother will treat you nicely, unless he breaks you." The thought appealed to him, this woman's, if she deserved that gentle title, body snapping in half." By the by," if she still wanted to keep talking, he'd entertain; that was part of his job. "What country are you from? They must be quite wealthy, if they can afford the mercenaries to prevent us from taking them." Vera shuddered but he didn't feel it. She didn't want to be broken. She sighed, looking at him as her body thumped against his." I'm from Royal. It's a small country not far from here. Very small, but very powerful. Except well, now I'm here." She said. This wasn't going to be a good time. She wasn't ready." Why did your people come and get me? There are plenty of girls that would love for them to be taken by you people?" She asked, looking at him with a side glance. "Royal," ah yes, that made since. Royal had been a trade artery for decades along the rivers. They'd have the money and equipment they'd need, and where important enough to all nations that the Imperium wouldn't want to upset their international standing by taking it. "Ah, I know where that is. I Baden't knew they'd been so low on men that they had to train people like you to fight for them; we'd have set up a coupe." He walked along in silence for a few moments, savoring his previous statement. She Baden't made any smart remarks about breaking, did she? Maybe he had something here. "I'm not the one who captured you, bitch," he said as he took a turn, the castle main way now in law. "That dungeon you were in is owned my mercenaries who are licensed by my brother to raid, so long as they bring back wealth and woman. You just happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time, for both of us. If only I'd remembered my coin sack," he mumbled the last line as he shifted her in his hands Vera sighed, closing her eyes. She suddenly felt sleepy. She didn't want to go, but she had to go. Furthermore, she felt her body shifted as he spoke." But I bet I'm the only girl he's found that is a warrior, and will have a hard time. . .breaking." She said, venom in her words. She knew they would find a way to 'break' her. Can couldn't help the ghost of a smile from coming to his face." Oh, I wish you where," he grumbled half to himself. "I've got to pick one of you beasts-in-bras up at least once every four months, and every time I've got to carry you up to his highness so he might take his time to wear you down. I had him a female general once; craziest thing I ever saw, had to knock a tooth out of her. She told him it was from a melee. You'll go just as fast."" Of course, it isn't my job to judge. I get to make a claim too, finally for once. I prefer the softer woman, shy, complacent, everything a proper woman should be. Furthermore, I'll treat her right, and she'll live better than she did before I took her in. Perhaps I could have taken you, if you Baden't soiled yourself." Vera scoffed. "I don't live soft. I live for danger, thrills, and sometimes the pleasure." She said, looking at him as she thought of what was going to happen. She had to think it was a slight turn on for her. But she was a warrior not a slave. She noticed they were near the doors now. Slowly her fear got stronger. She looked up and waited to see what her new 'master' would look like. Can crowned as they approached the palace gates; he was so ready to dump this girl off. "Just as I suspected; you're ruined beyond all possibility of recovery. Still," he laughed. "You'll be getting a lot of danger and thrills, I sure you that." The guards moved aside when he came; they'd seen him enough times to know who he was. Still, the sharp steel of their halberds made him feel a bit more comfortable, and the well-cleaned path of the palace welcoming room made him feel solid." Welcome," he smiled. "To Imperium Palace." Vera looked up at the palace. It was magnificent in beauty and size. But not where she was going. Her heart began to beat faster as she thought about it. An aging man of 38 named Raphael walked up to Can. He was the main servant, and always wanted to Please Can and his brother." I'm suggesting this is the new slave for Prince Week? Shall I wrap her up for evaluation?" He asked the prince, bowing all the same, even though there was a lust for her in the man eyes. Vera shuddered at the thought. Ah, Raphael. Not that he wasn't a good man, but he wasn't exactly the most reliable man, always dallying with the other help. "Week likes his meat raw, thank you." And with a slight huff, he walked away, the flopping mass of feminine flesh still sitting in his hand. As he walked down the hall, the various pictures of kings gone by linking the sides. "These are the kings of Imperium, in case you haven't noticed. All men, great men, but all men. Maybe that should tell you something, hmm?" Eventually, they stood before the main throne door, the sides molded in gold and the wood polished to perfection. "And this, is where the current king is. You knew master." Vera looked at the signs as Can spoke to her. She stayed silent, sighing every once in a while. When he spoke of the current king, and her new master. She shuddered. The doors opened slowly, and Vera didn't know what was next. She wondered if there were chains in there, whips and weapons. She closed her eyes, before opening as he stepped in. ... Behind the door was the room of the greatest splendor most people would ever see. A long path, covered in velvet carpet, ran between two rows of marble column. The walls had fountions on each side, shooting delicate steams of water in intricate patterns. The ceiling was a mosaic of different stones, making a picture of dragons and warriors and spring suns. And the focal point, a large throne of rainbow-colored iron, flanked them on the far wall, with a giant of a man, wearing a silver lined golden tunic and a thick circle of gold around his head, his body nearly bulging out. His hair was thick and black, and started across his black was a full blade; thick steel." Brother!" he spoke in a loud, mysterious voice. "Welcome back! I see you have brought me my slave? Please, bring her over."" Yes brother," Can polity obliged. He started walking delicately across the rug, keeping a smile on his face as he dumped her on before his throne. "One warrior woman, rare." Vera felt herself dumped onto the floor. Slowly her limbs were losing the numbness. She coughed, before putting herself up on her knees in front of him. She cursed silently at the thought of slave. Furthermore, she looked at him, glaring almost. So, the woman was starting to get herself back? That insect must not have a full venom sack; he'd have to talk to the supplier about that. He stood on, watching his brother appraise her like the livestock she now was. He stood up, towering at least two and a quarter meters, and looked with one quizzical eye." She's a beauty," he spoke half-spoke, half laughed. "And the killer's eye, I like her, can't wait to try her..." Just then, another figure rushed through the doors of the throne chamber, panting for breath in his white messenger's tunic. "Milord," he spoke with a rough breath. "The ambassador from Berlin has arrived!" Zeek looked up, frustrated, as he slapped himself in the face. "Curse my luck," he mumbled, stealing one more glance down at his prize before taking up his noble bearing again. "Brother," he quickly asked. "Please take her to the slave chambers while I get my kingly mattered done." With that, he hustled out of the room with crisp, controlled steps.The news hit Can alike a ton of bricks; Baden't he's done this already? He looked down with relative contempt at the woman, grinding his teeth before housing her back-up to support her on his shoulder. "Come on," he grumbled. "Let's get you going." Vera looked up and almost shudder at the sight of him towering over her. She hissed out a breath as he told Can to put her in the slave chambers. She felt herself back hoisted onto his shoulder as she carried out." Slave chambers?" She asked, letting him carry her down. "Oh, you won't like it," he found a chance to get a little fun out of this, leading her out of the situation. "There is small garden, soft beds, as much as you can eat and drink, and servants to keep you entertained between my brother's visits. Yes," he chucked as they took a turn into the stone hallway. "Hell for a warrior like you." The halls where danker here, less decorated and more bare stone; no since in keeping things fancy for the servants. "Why don't you tell me what you were doing on our border in the first place, warrior ?" Vera rolled her eyes at the prince. He just couldn't shut up. She wished for places like that yes, but she knew. Where she was going, it wasn't likely what she would like. She rolled her eyes again. "My leader was beginning a raid on your country. I of course went along with it, since I am the strongest of my army. We were fighting you people, until some large Orc decided to hit me over the head. I don't wear a helmet all the time, so I passed out. And before I knew it I was here." She explained. She wanted to struggle from him, but the feeling in her legs wasn't back yet. Furthermore, she sighed, deeply concerned for herself. A raid? He eyed the woman quizzically. "You expect me to believe that," he gave her a cold stare. "That viceroy of Royal is a compare fool, but he isn't so stupid as to attack the Imperium, not with other easier targets." However, the look in her eyes told him she was not kidding. "Even if you were, you forget the first rule of war; always be prepared to fight. You didn't, and you got beat up by band of sell swords. You may be a poor woman, but if this is true you are a worse warrior." They took a final turn, the arrow slits showing the sun outside, before Can opened a door before him, unlocking three locks, to reveal a small rose garden, the calling vaulted glass, with painted wood walls in every direction, three containing identical doors. "This would be the rose garden, dear, first of the slave chambers. What do you think?" Vera looked around. This was odd." I expected it to be disgusting and unruly. This is odd." She told Can. She liked it, but she hated as he had spoken about her country again. Furthermore, she bit her lip." When will your king want me." She asked. "We Imperials do not normally keep slaves; and royal slaves are limited to three for the king at a time, and two for the crown prince, both of required to have a male manservant. My brother hasn't gotten in a new girl in some months, but he might soon." He slid her off his shoulder, still keeping her steady as the venom wore off. "Your bed chambers and food is off the right, the king's ruin is across, and the servants chambers are to the left. My brother will be here as soon as he can, and I am obligated to stay with you until he comes, so anything else you need?" Vera felt her legs come back to her, and she wobbled, but finally got on her feet. She sighed, listening to him, before wrapping her hands around her breasts already." What shall I wear to accommodate my new master?" She asked, looking around at the quarters. She looked at him, sighing. "Um," Can looked at her oddly. "Do you feel, well? You are still wearing your armor, and the king likes it, rough so to speak." He leads her around the room, taking in the scents of the garden... and something else. "You could wash of some of the stink, though." he took a hand to his nose. "There is a bath pan in the back of your bed chambers, you may use that now if you'd like." Vera nodded. She looked at Can and then her bath pan. She sighed." I'd ask you to leave. But I know you might like the show. So I don't really care." She said, then began to take off her armor. When she was finally down to nothing, her breasts spilling out, she slowly got in the water and began to wash the stink off. Soon she was cleaned. She got out and wrapped a towel around, before taking a cloth and wiping the muck off of her armor. She put it back on, and looked at Can. Surely this meeting was over with." I am ready." She said, ready to give them a piece of her mind. He gave her a look of contempt. "How dare you entertain the thought, I'll wait outside." He should have been more worried, but she didn't have any weapons, and he was five times the fighter she was. He whistled to himself as he slid into the garden, ideally minding the wall as he listened to the splashes and slips to make sure she wasn't up to anything funny. It seemed to take ten, maybe twenty minutes, until she came out, nearly shining, and he gave her a smirk. "Cleanliness befits a proper lady," the tone seemed acidic. "So I'm sure I'll be able to stand you, at least until my brother arrives. Is there anything else you'de like before His Highness graces you?" Vera smiled at the compliment, even if it was kind of odd for him. She pushed her hair for her face. She wasn't hung or thirsty yet. Maybe she could just help his Highness, before getting some food." Actually I am well for right now. I'm ready to meet your Highness." She said, almost obnoxious. Well, this was award. He'd been dealing with his dislike of her from the start by distracting himself, but now there was little to say and nothing to do, and he still couldn't leave. "His Highness will be here when his is ready," he spoke, mildly annoyed. "I'm just his brother, so why don't you just shadow-spar or whatever else it is you do while I sit here and work on the budget, shall we?" He turned his head down, sitting on a stone, as he took out a piece of parchment and began factoring some figures "I don't know what to do." Vera mumbled. She sighed, wishing the skirt she was wearing was a little longer, the shirt a little looser than what it was now. She sat on a rock, looking around the place. Furthermore, she didn't know what to do. May as well just wait. It could have been minutes, it seemed like hours. Still, doing the budget was a decent way to pass the time, especially with the new numbers. He kept glancing back at the woman, to make sure she didn't run away or try anything silly. She was a good girl, though, and he didn't have the need to grab for his mace at all. It was a peace he Baden't take the time to know in a while. Waited and waited, but the king did no tapper. "Looks like the ambassador is using full formalities and had a lot to say, he mumbled. "I could be here for quite a while." "I'm getting really bored here Can." She said, pushing her hair from her face as she drummed her fingers against her thigh. This was boring. Even though she knew she didn't want to be here, she wanted something to do." Perhaps you have something for us to do?" She asked, raising an eyebrow. "Look, it isn't my job to entertain you," he looked over the top of the budget after cutting a fair chunk from the new naval budget to balance the crop failures in the north, his brow borrowed in though. "Shadow-spar, count things, go masticate in your bedchamber for all I care, just don't get any funny ideas." Vera sighed. She wouldn't masturbate anywhere. She was a warrior, not a slut. At least for now. They waited another couple of minutes. Vera sighed, waiting and waiting. She was becoming impatient. Soon there was a knock on the door. " Finally!" She exclaimed, but shut up at the look of Can. The knock at the door was music to his ears, but reminded him of something else. "Get up and present yourself," he stated hastily as he pulled her up to her feet, straightening her poise, bending her knees, and the like. "Be a woman for once in your life, gee." Once he got her part, he walked over to the door and pulled it open slowly. Still, he couldn't shake the feeling something was wrong... where was the noise of the guards? Behind the door was Rafael, just as omnipresent as ever. "Excuse me sir, lady, the King will not be seeing you tonight, as the ambassador request they dine in," he looked lewdly at the woman. "You are to keep his slave under control until further notice, ok?" Then, before Can could respond, he left. Dumbfound, Can looked back at his now longer term charge. "Well, looks like it is my job to entertain you now." Vera groaned, looking away. She couldn't wait to get out of here, and now she was stuck again. And now with someone who hated her as much as she hated him." Well now what are you going to do with me? You have to keep me 'under control' don't you? What does that mean for you?" She asked, throwing her hands out and sighing. "Basically," Can tucked the quill away as rolled the scroll back up and slipped it into his pouch. "I'm supposed to make sure you don't run of or kill yourself. However, try something too funny and," he placed his now-free hand on his mace to make the point. He stood their, watching her for about five minutes. "Ok," he final broke the silence. "You Royalist must do something for fun, so why don't we just here it?" Vera sighed, crossing her arms. She wasn't scared of him." I told you. I'm a warrior. We warriors didn't have time for fun, we always had to train for the inevitable." She told her, walking around for a little. Her armor was starting to chafe her arms and legs." What about you? Surely you people do something for fun?" She asked, looking at him as she fidgeted her armor, trying to make it comfortable. They weren't supposed to wear it for so long, and now she was. "Yes, yes," he half-heartedly spoke as he started to remove the scroll again. "Keep playing the warrior if you want. But, to be honest, you wouldn't stand a chance agent any one of our solders." He raised his eyebrows as she questioned him, the woman was final taking some interest. "I do have my ways of having fun," he said as he slid the scroll back in and capped the pouch. "However, they are civilized pleasures. Games of wit, the mind, things of that nature. Nothing you would understand." "Games of wit. We have plenty at our country. But I've never been into them. So I probably won't get into these." Vera said, sitting down beside her. She twiddled her thumb." However. If there is any other kind of fun to do. I won't stop you. I'm just as bored as you." She said, just wondering about the answer she would get. A glint of triumph burst in his soul; so she really was a waste, almost subhuman. "No wit, eh?" He asked, not able to hide some of the delight in his voice. "Well, we do have the more physical-oriented entertainment; jousts, wrestling, throwing spears, that sort of thing. Any of that interest you?" "this sound divine. But I was told to stay here and wait. Besides, I don't want to ruin this." Vera said. She wanted to tease him. SO, getting up, she took off her armor, her breasts spilling out." I don't want to ruin the kings new slave. But I know someone who would." She said, going to put it back on. What was she doing? Why was she throwing herself at him all of a sudden? Was she that desperate?? Ok, what was she up to?" Save that for the king," he didn't have the need to ref indifference; he simply didn't care. "Those over muscled lumps aren't anything worth looking at." He looked away, walking towards the door. "If you're so despite, go do yourself. See if I care." Vera sighed angrily, looking at him. She pushed her hair from her face." You know you want a girl like me. I'm not the same as those crazy females who want to do. I put up a fight, and I might make it better for you."" Besides. I know the king doesn't pay you enough to buy your own girl. You could just lie to him, and we could have some fun." She smirked, sighing and looking at him as she put her armor back on. While he still wasn't interested, her comment almost made him crack up." A fight?" he could early suppress himself. "You? I'd whip the floor with you in minutes. Besides, I'm not the fur-sporting warrior my brother is; I'm a gentleman. We invented machines to hurt woman like you long ago." He also took gave a flourish to his robe. "My brother doesn't pay me; I'm his heir! Everything in the Royal Treasury could be mine, in theory. I simply don't have a convent sack for carrying the wealth to purchase a slave; they are quite expensive." Vera sighed, giving up. She just didn't want to deal with him now. She wanted to get rid of him. He wasn't sinking in easily. Sitting down she put her head in her hands. She couldn't wait for the King to hurry. Soon Can sat down, and they waited in silence.(We should just skip through till the King is done. I would like a little more action if you please. I would want to skip, if that is alright with you) (What, giving up that early? That wasn't what I was expecting...) Cana waited for a while, digging out his scroll and balancing some more sums. Still, he couldn't help but keep his eye on her. Was she really trying to seduce him? Obviously, she Baden't had much talent at it, but she was still a female. He Baden't practiced in a while, and he didn't want to do anything wrong with his new slave. Perhaps..." Let's say I was interested," he looked up. "How long do you think it would take?" Vera looked up at him. He looked interested all of a sudden. She smirked at the question, before turning to face him. She crossed her arms, blowing her hair from her face." Well how long would you want it to take?" She asked, suddenly a little intrigued by him. This was interesting. She was trying to look tough, how adorable. "This is an entirely theoretical situation," he said, looking at her with a straight face. "I'm trying to gather information my brother could use. Let's say I would last longer then you would, which I would. How long could you take it?" Vera chuckled. This info was for him, not for his brother." I can take it. I'm not a virgin. Furthermore, I've taken it before." She said, crossing her legs. It was almost a shock to hear that. His mouth dropped slightly, but he made no other outward signs." Not a virgin, you?" he said simply. "That's a bit hard to believe. But, I digress. I'm looking for something a bit more specific. You can tell time, can't you?" Vera rolled her eyes. "Yes I can." She said." But I don't know how long I could last. Probably as long as they can go." She said, looking at him. Can indulge red her quaint confidence, shrugging. "I highly doubt it, the noble family of Imperium has good genes in that particular area, and we tend to practice when we can. You'd be down three, four times before he even broke a sweat." "Then show me." She said, looking at him. "Surely you're just like him. Show me what you got." Vera smirked and looked at him. She wanted to see what he would do. " I can't believe your so easy," he buckled to himself as he turned away, hiding the look on his face. "I haven't even asked you yet, and already you're climbing all over to get me. Doesn't that seem a bit, desperate?" This was such an entertaining game, maybe he could keep it up until his brother got back? How fun would that be, to watch him drag her off, her armor maybe already half down, screaming. "I'm not desperate!" Vera snapped. She stomped over to him, her armor bothering her shoulders. She knew he was just playing some game with her. Furthermore, she smirked. "Oh really?" Can stood up, staring her in the face with his comfortable smile. "You ask me to take you down in the dungeons, try to strip in front of me, and try to get me to take you again less than ten minutes after you awaken. Pardon me, but if that isn't desperate I don't know what is." They locked gazes, his bearing a deep since of triumph. Vera growled slightly." Look I didn't tell you to take me. I wanted to see if you were man enough to at least try. You didn't leave until I was about to strip. And I was seeing if you had any common sense!" She yelled. Her face had turned red." Maybe I want someone to take me. Maybe I have been desperate. But now I don't think I should!" She yelled, before turning around. The fact that she was growing so emotional, so furious, was the key indicator he was winning, not to his surprise. He stood tactfully, diplomatically, as she spewed the hellfire from her thought, coughing to himself once. "Well, aren't we the fifty one." He stretched his arm casually before running it down to his weapon, just to be safe. "My brother will really be looking forward to having you now; red-hot and made to order. Of course, maybe I need to make you angrier, otherwise you won't last nearly long enough to satisfy him." Vera sighed angrily. He really was boiling her now. She crossed her arms. Stepping up to him, she pushed him slightly." And what makes you think you can have me now?" She asked, seething. "Because, woman," he pushed her back, with one hand, taking his mace in the other while shooting her a conceited look. "That's the way the world works; I'm stronger, faster, and armed, you're not. So, I can basically force you to do whatever I want you too. Got that?" Vera eyed him and the mace simultaneously. She sighed, before pushing back and flipping around." Whatever. I don't have to take anything like this anymore." She said, flopping on the chair and sighing. That triggered something in his mind, and he almost exploded." How dare you?!?" he snarled, stepping forward with a threatening look on his face. "Let me remind you that I'M still the one in charge here, and you'll be taking whatever it is I see fit." It wasn't lust, it wasn't much of anything other than anger; a desire to make her wreath. "And I see it fit that you get out of that chair right now and kneel before your prince, got it?" He held his mace out, almost taunting her with it. Vera smirked. She triggered something. She knew it. Furthermore, she laughed as he commanded her. Furthermore, she wasn't going to kneel before some low life piece of scum prince." Make me. Besides, you can't kill your brother's new slave can you?" She laughed, looking away. "Oh, I can," his eyes drew into a leer as he pulled her back around, sparking her a bit with this force. "Don't even think I'm just a stuffed shirt, bitch. I don't need to kill you, no," his voice was low, threatening. "I can be much crueler than that; there are a hundred excuses for beating a slave, and only a few less for severely injuring them. Who know? He might even thank me. So, are we going to do this the easy way, or the hard way?" Vera shrugged, sighing. She looked at him as he smacked her." Then show me." She growled.

Darkest Days (OPEN)|rating:2.0

[NSFW] - Legend of Zelda Dawn of the First Day [IC]

CIA's movement:The pain of her wounds were grave, the realization that she would never earn the affections of Link weighed heavier than her defeat. Looking up to Lana she voiced what the other half of her soul knew as she came to terms with her defeat. While Lana accepted this, CIA was far from able to do so though she managed a smile as her physical form gave out. Slowly she faded from sight, and she sought refuge in the one place she was able to. Deep within Lana's heart. Unbeknownst to everyone she still lived on as a faint whisper in Lana's mind. The Triforce of power giving her strength and Lana a driving force to do what she thought was right. Only once Ganondorf was defeated and the Triforce of power was returned to Lana she smiled and urged Link and Zelda to return the Master sword to its rightful home in the ruins of the temple of time. Watching Both Link and Zelda leave hand in hand sparked CIA's jealously, causing Lana to nearly cry. Feeling her heart break for what felt like a second time by the hero who would never see her the way he saw Zelda. Shaking her head Lana walked back to the Lost woods, to its depths back to her castle and home. Looking forward she saw her crystal ball, allowing herself to buckle and finally cry. Heart-wrenching sobs. Not for the loss of the hero, but for the loss of herself. Lana was only half of the person she used to be, CIA was too also only half. This, was what CIA was waiting for. Lana had thought CIA's half of their soul was gone for good. The corrupted evil that she possessed extinguished. For a time after this CIA's strength grew, only when she was unable to hide any further CIA physical body manifested across the crystal ball from Lana. A small, sad smile on her lips. Holding her arms out wide for the other half it was almost easy for the pair of them to be whole. Which, Lana leaped into the arms of her other half and completed their body. It was indeed almost too easy. Now whole once again CIA did what she should have done so long before. She locked down the part of her soul that was good and strive to be so down hard and tight. Shoving it deeper and deeper into her depths, cackling in laughter as she did so. There the consciousness known as Lana would never see the light of day, in the hopes that she would wither away and die. Licking her lips to savor her victory over Lana she grabbed both scepter and book she turned once more to her orb. Holding her hand over it she used her magic to look into the timelines. The downfall. Yes. That was perfect. A timeline where the original hero was defeated by the dark lord Canon. Oops. CIA's smile darkened as she watched carefully how that timeline evolved and how it unfolded before her eyes. Canon's attempts at becoming revived. Petty skirmishes that with a little prompting here and there would never come to fruition. Through her vigilance It was here after the last attempt to revive Canon that CIA opened her gate and stepped in. Careful, as to not alert this Latest rebirth of the hero CIA darkness seeped into the lost woods. At first, it was small. Additional monsters spawned here and there. A DEU baba here, wolfs there it all appeared to be normal the lost woods being its normal and mysterious self. A hiccup if anything. However, this is slowly changing. Monsters quickly filled the temple over time, not that it mattered. No one had come into the old temple for a long time so it wasn't as if anyone had noticed. But, then. The Sacred meadows entrance burst into a growth of razor thrones brambles and undergrowth preventing the Kirk from entering the temples entrance and grounds. Which, concerned the sage of the forest, Maria. She turned towards the rest of the Kirk and pleaded with them to seek refuge and warn The Hero that there was something wrong. The pleas of Maria fell on deaf ears. After all, it was the lost woods. It was prone to growths and dissipation of monsters small and large. The maze before the sacred grove filled further with goblins and mad scrubs to the point that it was virtually unable to be traversed without a fight on ones hands. Then the entrance of said maze was covered with razor throne to the point that even Maria was unable to get back through. CIA's pleasure at this was beyond measure everything was going as planned. Maria was scrambling and trying to get aid and to get the hero to come forth. To save them. To purge the growing evil in the forest. But, the ravings of a single sage would not be enough. Would it? No. Careful calculations aside CIA is careful not to let her darkness seep through the portals to the Gordon city and the Zora's den to seep through just yet. And, it was only when the entire lost wood were taken over that Maria was captured and isolated in the forest temple. With Maria out of the way it was more than easy for CIA's corruption to seep into the Kirk forest. Forcing the Kirk to flee or perish. They instead took up resident in Rule field and began building homes and plowing fields earning a surplus in fruits and vegetables for all of Rule. In turn the Kirk took off their green tunics and packed them away, choosing to leave that part of their life behind with the hope that they would be able to return one day if at all possible. The Hero Through communion with the sages, despite having hung up his adventuring cap learned of the going on's of the forest. The Kirk felt safe letting Link know of their plight. Knowing that it was his duty to purge the evil from the land ventured into the forest. However, it was the last time that he was seen. CIA, knowing that at the first sign of major trouble would attempt to sort it out. It was a well laid plan that went perfectly without a hitch. Link was stripped of his items and much like Ganondorf had done so many times before to Zelda, CIA had entombed him freezing Link in a crystal. Said crystal was stored in her temple deep in the lost woods. Though, at her attempt to steal the Triforce piece of Courage it shattered and unbeknownst to her flew to the various temples adding their power to the power of the temples. The Princess The princess Zelda that was born into this timeline was raised to be a noble woman. A strong and independent leader, despite not having the Triforce of wisdom imbued into her from the time of her birth like all of her previous incarnations. It was without her knowledge that she was to receive it, which would have made the difference in her days to come. The taint that the attempt to revive Canon had left in rule castle having no other place else to go, and Zelda having no protection from either master sword or Triforce of Wisdom was an easy target. As the days past her hair continued to grow pale until it was a muted gray tone. The death of the king of Rule gave Zelda the ability to wear the traditional black color of mourning. Though, when Zelda did not return to her original color scheme and demeanor no one took particular notice beyond chalking it up to mourning. There was another, however. Long ago a different incarnation of the princess was cursed to be in a magical sleep for the rest of her days. Said curse prevented her aging keeping the then Princess from death and passing on the Triforce of wisdom. It was through triumph and returning the master sword to its original home in the Temple of Time that caused her to awaken once again. Taking in the sights of what her incarnation was doing brought tears to her eyes and pain to her breast. This was not what she wanted for her people, nor her land. It was a perversion of her title. Taking it upon herself she reached for the Master sword and attempted to pull it. Wish, begging, pleading that it would budge so that she may take it upon herself to cleanse this land of the darkness that was influencing it. To no avail. Unable to explain why her likeness was so akin to the now corrupted princess she did the one thing that Zelda was able to rely on. She took up the shroud of her guardian and caretaker. The guise of Sheik and took off into the night to seek refuge in the hidden home of the Shaka beyond the graveyard. The temple of time remained as is, a beacon of light in forever growing darkness. The Master sword prevented the hallowed ground within the Temple from being soiled with the taint that was quickly spreading forth from Rules castle. Sheik took it upon herself to seal the Master sword within the depths of the temple and took the keys to open it, the gems as well as the ocarina of time. Like seeds, she spread them to the wind, attempting to give them back to people of which they originally came from. The ruby she gave the Goons. The sapphire to the Zora. The Emerald to the Kirk that relocated outside the forest. The Ocarina of time she gave to her once then protector IPA for save keeping. The Shaka long time before the Shaka were upset by the Syrians taking refuge in their home village of Makarios. Shadow temple becoming tainted. Its use a prison and countering grounds for Shaka and others was a sore spot for many. This caused and upset and rise in which divided their collection. Half of which believed that it was the royal families allowance of these outsiders into there home that was going to cause the downfall of their society and water down their beliefs or, even drive them out entirely among the most being outraged at the misuse of their peoples' burial ground. It was these people that were banished into a world beyond the glass. The others were scattered to the wind with no home to call their own. Some stayed and made their life in the village while the others were like seeds in the wind. IPA was among the few that stayed true and loyal to the family and remained with the royal family as guard and guide to the princess. Though, upon her falling into a deep sleep with no hope to being brought out of it she turned her attention towards her clan. With IPA's guidance several dead drops were placed through Rule as the gossip stones to pass knowledge and secrets amount the group. Additionally, through the wise leadership of IPA she leads the clan into a secret location hidden through the graveyard. It was a beautiful and expansive location that allowed them to build houses, craft their weapons with use of the minerals that they were able to easily get from the Goons thanks to their proximity. Fresh water from the Zora's domain gave them all that they needed to water their crops and help tend to their forges. The clan of the Shaka thrived in this new home, finding comfort in the proximity of the shadow temple. The lives that were destroyed within the walls of the shadow temple stayed. Their souls unable to pass into the afterlife. For it was their blood that once stained the walls of the once sacred burial ground and place of worship. Undead soon after rose up to seek revenge for the crimes against them, though unable to do so they wandered around aimlessly unable to seek vengeance against the royal family. Their hate, much like their blood seeped into the ground awakening the Shaka that were also buried within. The soul of Bongo, named after the sound of the drum of which announced their once again arrival into awakening escaped. Their fury against those that took refuge in the once home village of the Shaka took revenge as it escaped from the well among other things burning it to the ground before returning once again to its burial ground. When Link returned Bongo to their rest it was not the end of it. Not by far. The cries of the tortured awoke Bongo allowing the anger flow once again through the temple. It set into motion the downfall of the temple. Shambling undead rose from their graves, mindless they roamed closer to the village. It was then that the villagers of Makarios erected a fence around the temples entrance and the graves in hopes of stemming off the flow of monsters from escaping. As IPA continued to age her role as leader came to an end, only to begin as elder. Her daughter ESIEA now of age took upon the paint and markings of the Shaikh to continue on as leader and aid to the royal family. It was then that Shied came to the village hidden in the mist and pleaded her case. Going so far as to giving ESIEA the ocarina of time, which out of respect for her mother and the village elder passed it along to IPA to hold onto. With words of promise to aid in any way she could between assisting her people that were still lost in the wind. Death Mountain Unlike most of Rule death mountain was fairly untouched. The Goons continued to live peacefully as blacksmiths and rock farmers. Even cultivating their crops of bomb plants and preserving them for sale throughout Rule. The Goons ruby once again taking its crowning place in the center of their city to shine down its light for all to see. From time to time they would experience trouble with the Domingo, but it was only when they crawled out of the depths of the Domingo's cavern where King Domingo was slain so long before. Dodongos cavern after its King was slain by the hero was only filling in its depths with the lizard monsters. The Domingo only the hatchlings and juvenile that were able to escape were easily slain by the Goons that frequented the cavern for their rocky food. In the depths of the cavern the scarcity of food forced an eat or be eaten mentality among those not small enough to attempt escape. Giving rise to several much larger King and Queens. The fire Temple after the hero of time cleared out the taint that once filled it allowed Voltage the needed rest without Ganondorf's taint corrupting the temple. Voltage was revived through the heroes intervention, once again pure the dragon shortly there after left his mountain in search of a fellow of his kind to spend his extended life with. He was able to do so, a petite black dragons which he overpowered and took back to his layer. Though, when he was unable to get her to copulate with him to bare hatchlings with. Voltage ventured out once more and brought Kylian woman to the fire temple through his magical abilities he was able to keep them immune to the heated blazes from the heart that was his den and mated with them. This sired forth many, many half dragon children that took up living in the rest of the fire temple alongside the Preeti. The Preeti being the peace loving kind that they are meditated alongside and passed forth their teachings of martial arts to the young half dragons in a serene arrangement. The Dragons on the other hand was forced to remain. Gerudo Desert The Sealing war was not a kind event in the history of Rule the darkness of this stain that Mars the history of Rule is unlike any of the others. Though Ganondorf was at fault for this, his people. The woman known as the Gerardo suffered for his name. The racial stigma for them being the mothers and sisters of the Demon King lead to the countless slaughter of their numbers. Elders, children and pregnant alike all killed at the hands of Rules Royal Army under the direct order of the corrupted Zelda. The Gerardo that were able to. Those that were strong enough to seek refuge in the haunted desert did so. Hand in hand their tears are what are said to make up the river of quicksand that prevented the Kylian royal forces from pursuing them further. Which, would prove to be a saving grace. The leader of the Gerardo the then leader named Labor delivered what was left of her people to their temple deep in the desert. A place where they bring their dead for last rights and a place for prayer. It was here at the spirit temple that they remained for as long as they possibly could. They survived off of the land any way that they could and several more of their dwindling numbers succumbed to either starvation, exposure, or injuries. Only once the temple that they revered as their own holy land was filled with stalls and other undead that they bid their holy ground goodbye. Labor once again lead her people across the sands carefully so that they were not lost they prayed to their goddess of the sands to protect them and grant them safe passage. It is now passed down from matron to matron how through their prayer that the sandstorms of the desert ceased, and they were able to walk from one side of the desert to the other without loosing a single Gerardo in the process. The great Winona smiled upon them this day. Re entering the valley they drank in the sight of their homes destroyed and loved ones laying in pools of their own blood. It was this day that Labor vowed that they would change their ways and not welcomed to outsiders. As time went on the once packed earth became soft with water and plowed to make a grassland. Breeding and racing horses became a fortune and pass time that they savored. Mounted archery their sport of choice. Unable to rebuild the earthen homes that were laid to waste the Gerardo instead changed to having tents and tepees made with various things like silks and pelts of animals. The dwindling number was indeed a problem for the Gerardo and with Nanotorus passing it was left to her eldest daughter Indira to take over. Indira being a decorated veteran of the mounted archery field and best man hunter that the valley has come to ever see. It was through Indira's wisdom that trading of horses for wealth as well as peddling flesh of her willing sisters for the payment of men was seen as a large win-win. They were getting rupees as well as gaining daughters. However, the peddling of flesh was limited strictly and any woman that was already pregnant wasn't required to continuing to sell herself. Though, there were men that would come to stay for a time. These men were valued and often treated well, though. If they stepped out of line in any way it would be meet with a swift exiling that would often end in a dip in the Zora river to lake Julia. Which is how they now are proceeding on. The Twilight realm The Twill were a race of people that held great mistrust for outsiders given their origins. Though, the did tend to keep to a few guidelines that the original Shaka had originally set up and placed into motion. It was only recently when Want betrayed their Queen miRNA, unable to escape the twilight realm she was slain in cold blood. After which it was The meddling of Want that caused the mirror to the realm to open allowing Twill out in addition to having the energy that connected to the mirror seep out into the prison known as the Arbiter's grounds. Which had since gone out of use far before the Sealing war had even begun. It is unknown what the open gate between worlds is doing to the surrounding area and lands. Though, it is possible to reach the Spirit temple through a hidden passage that comes out of the Sand goddesses abdomen. Water Temple The water temple was by far the worst location out of the other temples. Morph being what it was, it was hard for it to be slain so long ago. Instead, when the hero of time thought be victorious he wasn't. Instead of being slain Morph split into two organisms allowing one to be killed off. Link, not knowing any better accepted the lack of movement and the chest appearing as a sign of his victory and proceeded to get his treasure and venture his way out. Since a great deal of time has passed since this Morph has been given time to grow and evolve to the point of taking over the entire temple in his gelatinous form. Minus the reflection pool that is home to dark link. It is now that the two of them are stuck in the same place as each other. Unable to grow and expand the sentient mind that is Morph has been left to stew in its anger and less that cooperating companion. Because of the water temple being sealed up tight Morph has been unable to be allowed to expand outward into lake Julia and into the Zora's den. The Zora's of which have kept to themselves for a long time. Much after the passing of King Zora XVI and his feeding to the Patron deity Lord Jab-Jabu. The Zora's domain has been fairly untouched by corruption from the outside forces. Queen Auto has taken up role of leader and queen of the Zora's as was her birth right appointed to her by her father. Though there was an issue with the ice cavern causing a good deal of the domain to freeze over it was fairly easily to be dealt with the following spring when the warmth caused the sun to melt the large ice drifts that were hindering the domains' ability to keep fresh water flowing throughout off of Rule. Unbeknownst to them the growing and impending danger that the water temple that they have sworn to protect is quickly becoming. Follow unit is now in this day with the hero missing and from what it feels like danger and corruption falling all around oneself from multiple sources that one has to ask themselves. Do they notice? And, what will they do? Will our heroes rid the world of growing evil and danger? Or, will they sit idly by and allow such a thing to happen? Will anyone notice? Esila and Sheik scatter themselves to the wind in search of fellows that will take up this cause to restore peace and unity across the lands. Despite the difference that each race has. They refuse to allow darkness to shroud the world in chaos. For all these signs could only mean one thing. The pending return of Ganondorf.((At the time of finishing this it's at 4k words long, and I've stayed up all night writing this really long post giving a portion of the lightly edited history and an up-to-speed rendition of what's going on right now at the beginning of the game. Everyone give me a description which, can be their backstories of who they are and where they fit into the world. As well as what they have been doing and where they are more importantly.)) The Wandering Merchant-SevareiTagging: Open Location: Rule field, heading towards Rule Castle Town____________________________________________________________________________________________________Several shouldered his pack as he headed towards Rule marketplace. He had just finished the end of his usual route of trade and resupply and was looking forward to selling his wares back at the market before starting his route anew. One would suppose it was nice when one did not have a home, to make such a large route so frequently around Rule. As Several did not recall where he had come from, or much of anything after his rescue and healing at the hands of a kindly old man. The trip perhaps would be uneventful. After all, everyone knew of the Hero, Link, and his deeds that healed the land of Chaos. But Several could not help but feel a very different sort of change upon the wind. His left ear contained an earring baring three triangles in a not so obvious nod towards the Triforce proper. These chimed together in the wind as his ears moved to hear." Hmm. Something New. Something Different? The Winds bring about a change to their tone, but is it good. Or Ill I wonder?" He mused aloud but to himself. Golden eyes closed for but a few moments before he opened them and continued onward, his unique attunement to the winds was one he didn't acknowledge more than merely a merchant and traveler's intuition and old sayings, but no. Several did have a natural attunement to the primal force of wind, he just hadn't yet tried to harness such an ability. Chop. Thrust. Pirouette. Thrust. Backhand, and then thrust again. Open palm strike into solar plexus. Remove blade with the same motion. Sunlight glinted off of a white mask, and crimson eyes scanned the surrounding area. He was allowed here, but that had not always been the case. There had been great mistrust, and misunderstanding both towards him from the Gerardo. But he wanted nothing more than to be here. He just wished here was not a desert. He just wished here could be the town of Makarios, where he could serve in his rightful post as a guardian of the dead. A guardian of that place left to fester. It had not always been like that. He drove an elbow into the armpit of the sackcloth and sand target, glaring into it. His line festered as that place festered. He could not go back, that village was not his home, nor was Makarios. Because of the people who defiled his home ground, A thrust, a parry with forearm from an imagined riposte, and a final drive into the core of the being, light shining Sapphire as he activated the Sapphire Nightmare Strike. These arts were born of darkness. His three styles were born of the monstrosities that lived in that place. He was inexorably drawn to that place. And it would be his again. Pulling the blade clear as sand poorer free. He would see it done. Amidst the rolling plains of Rule, where the grass was high and the castle not yet visible, a strange scene was playing out." Oooh, what's this?" Fir yin bent down to look closely on the small creature. Some kind of insect, with two brightly colored wings, six legs and two long antennas. It also had a funny long tube coming out of its muzzle, which was currently inside a flower. "What is it doing?" He wondered aloud. Unbeknownst to him, it was just a butterfly feeding from a flower, but to him, it was a new and exciting experience. Being a Twill Fir yin was born and grow up in the Twilight Realm, but one day he grew bored with the gloomy, unchanging atmosphere and so decided to search for something different, something more. It didn't help that with Want usurping the throne things have become...unpleasant. When news spread out that a gate to other realms has opened Fir yin wasted no time in searching it out, bribing guards and sneaking past those who weren't sufficiently greedy. The intense light of the outside hurt his eyes and skin the first time he step through the gate, thankfully not unbearably so. It would have been prudent to wait for his sight to return fully, yet the young Twill immediately decided to start running in order to put as much distance as possible between himself and the gate, worried about his trespassing being discovered by Want's guards. Once he could see again, and judged to have run far away enough, he stopped to catch his breath and study his surroundings-Before being promptly distracted by the sight of the butterfly. Owl - The Wanderer Location - Rule Field under a tree beside the road, not far from the entrance of the Gerardo Valley~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~His crimson eyes staring out across the field toward the horizon, his white hair blowing in the wind, back to a tree in silent contemplation, his mule grazing lazily tied up to the tree he is beside. The light and darkness striving for control neither truly winning always in balance. From his training he's focusing his mind he created picture of a white square on a field of black he lets himself feel all that's around him. He feels the call of his ancestors reverberating in his blood from a distance and turbulent time, amidst turbulence and chaos their voices echo in his blood singing in his veins. A couple notes lost to the eons. Blink. The breath of Rule sweeping over the land giving life to the trees and grass brushing over his feet. The Pea hats spinning in the air high above his head graceful and deadly. Blink. Earth under his feet powerful and strong. Pulsing with the strength of stone steady and primordial. With one final blink the moment has past. Some slight sweat on his brow from the burst of meditation that normally comes from minutes of practice all enveloping the matter of seconds. Remembering his training he underwent he quietly recited something he learned long ago: “The light of a new day always chases the shadows of the night away, and shows us that the shape of our fears is only the ghost of our own minds. Be the light to the innocent and darkness to those whom take advantage of the innocent.” He stands brushing the dust off before slipping back on his white owl mask slipping his sword to a comfortable place on the small of his back, then strapping his quiver over it for quick access to his arrows and sword with his bow slung over his shoulder. Gathering the reigns of his mule. Ready to start taking back what belongs to his people. ​Severe:From Severe's current position situated more on top of the sweeping hill than the majority of Rule field. From this position it was possible to see the river and even the bend that curved out of sight. The small bridge that lead up to Kakoriko Village. Even the now fenced off entrance to the Kirk forest was visible from this vantage point, though the Kirk's newly erected village was obscured by the Long Ranch. The entrance of the Castle town was not that far away, within a half hours brisk walk. Too far away however to see how the city was fairing that particular day besides the usual hustle and bustle. Approaching fast from behind Severe would hear the loud echos of hoof beats as a young woman on horse back grew closer. It was apparent that she had not seen him as her horse rears up on its hind legs and stamps down next to him, so as not to hit the innocent bystander. Gasping aloud the young woman, much like the saddlebag was shaken. The horse caused one of the saddlebags to open and a glass bottle with a square of red covering the cork flew out and towards the ground below.[Reflex Save DC 10 to catch the Jar.] "O-Oh! Oh my goodness! I'm so sorry! Are you ok? I didn't see you! A-are you alright?" ​​Sushi:While Sushi trained a familiar pair of eyes were keeping watch from a distance. Indira, the leader of the Gerardo tribe was watching him like she had many times before. Though, this time she did it for other reasoning. There was once a time that she kept a close eye on the outsider because she feared for her remaining people, and she was unable to trust the male Shaka. Now? Sushi had wormed his way among her people and she welcomed him." You have trained well enough for today. Come, let us eat. The others have finished the midday meal." ​Her invitation was a thinly veiled order, a habit of hers that she was not keen on breaking. Though, she did not bark orders unless it was necessary Indira however expected to be obeyed due to her stature. The midday meal was served in the long house, built in the style of their old homes it was situated at the back of the alley furthest from everything, exact opposite of the mouth of the valley where the round tent was located. The round tent being the central hub for trade and 'negotiations' with men were done. Situated on either side of the long house in a circular pattern around the edges of the valley were various tents for familial dwellings of mothers, sisters and daughters creating a ring around the center. The center of which was turned into a grassy pasture for the horses and their livelihood to graze. ​"Jack, we are expecting more men today than expected. I still need the wagon taken to town for supplies there are no one else I can spare. We are all going to be busy either tending to the children or making more. So, I need you to do this for me. Leave immediately." ​ ​ Fir yin: While Fir yin was distracted With the small fluttering creature before him, he missed sight of another little creature hiding in the tall grass of the Rule field! The little creature stood up from its hiding place on long gangly legs. It took small careful steps towards the twill before it latched onto one of Firing thumbs! (oh my!) Getting a better look at the creature shows that it is indeed smaller than the Twill, its head only coming up to his hips. It has large black eyes on either side of its head, with a big soft pink nose. While the creature was practically sucking Firing hand into its mouth there was no trace of teeth only gums and a very rough tongue. The strange little creature was covered in soft black and white fur that was fairly short. The creature continued to suckle on Firing hand it made little noises that sounded like a partially muffled 'moo'. ​ ​​ Owl: From Owl's place beneath the tree, where he was meditating a soft giggle is heard. Though it was not from any one person, let alone living being it was from a gossip stone. The gossip stone was not there initially, but the stone was no ordinary boulder, but a magical item said to be forged by the ancient shaikh themselves. It's blank unseeing eye stares directly at Owl before it spoke the native tongue of the Shaikh. ​"Much has been done to rebuild a home for those spread like seeds in the wind. Built in secret hidden by the eyes that only know truth. Near the remains and ruins. A city in the mists."​ Cryptic, yes. But that was the nature of the enchanted stones. It was a staple from an age long since past when the easiest way to get messages to others was through them or by sending a Falcon. Falcons could be shot down and the notes read. But a Gossip stone? Even if someone had a way of hearing them and could understand the native tongue of the Shaikh. It would be unlikely that they would understand the message fully. Or, misinterpret.​ "Heavy lies the crown. What was paint is now ink. What was once shown is now hidden. What was once prominent is now legend. Go to the Temple where legends step out of time and meet face to face with an enigma." ​ Nina said: ↑ ​Severe: From Severe's current position situated more on top of the sweeping hill than the majority of Rule field. From this position it was possible to see the river and even the bend that curved out of sight. The small bridge that lead up to Kakoriko Village. Even the now fenced off entrance to the Kirk forest was visible from this vantage point, though the Kirk's newly erected village was obscured by the Long Ranch. The entrance of the Castle town was not that far away, within a half hours brisk walk. Too far away however to see how the city was fairing that particular day besides the usual hustle and bustle. Approaching fast from behind Severe would hear the loud echos of hoof beats as a young woman on horse back grew closer. It was apparent that she had not seen him as her horse rears up on its hind legs and stamps down next to him, so as not to hit the innocent bystander. Gasping aloud the young woman, much like the saddlebag was shaken. The horse caused one of the saddlebags to open and a glass bottle with a square of red covering the cork flew out and towards the ground below. [Reflex Save DC 10 to catch the Jar.] "O-Oh! Oh my goodness! I'm so sorry! Are you ok? I didn't see you! A-are you alright?"​Click to expand... The Wandering Merchant-SevareiTagging: Open Location: Rule field, heading towards Rule Castle Town Series rolled 1 die of 20 faces, total: 4+3 = 7 For: [Reflex to Catch to the Jar] Rolled on: September-18-2016, 08:07am See dice roll details 4 Several tried to catch the jar, but missed as it crashed to the ground. "Quite alright miss. Perhaps you should not be going so fast hmm?" He questioned, his tone was more polite, playful, than it was condescending. "..." He paused, sapphire light fading and his colors returning to shadow, crimson eyes slowly turning to regard her. Hidden behind his mask, his face showed an expression of emptiness, having lost the need to bother showing them. Combined with his incredible self-control, his face was as much a mask as the porcelain he wore over his face."... Saaah." He straightened his back, assuming the almost noble posture he habitually took out of combat, born of arrogance, and dismissal of the Kylian filth, common, human. He loathed them. "As you command, so it shall be done." Sheathing his Takanashi behind himself, he shifted, left hand balled into a fist, and placed into the palm of his right hand, before he bent to the waist, bowing deeply to the leader of his group. He abandoned the Shaka, for their complacency, and complicity, in the Kylian's crimes. His rage would not be sated until he found a way to revive Bongo, Afghani, and the other great names. Let them purge the filth. He turned, cloak flowing gently, crimson guarding the armor and cloth beneath, before he headed towards the supply wagon. A useful thing, his fantasies of vengeance. They kept him sharp in the world around him. They soothed anger, allowed him to hide his true self. Everyone knew he was angry. No one knew why. He never bothered to offer reasons. Drawing his sword he lifts it hilt to his face, blade strait up in a sort of salute, before returning it to the sheath at his lower back. Understanding that the stone is directing him to the temple of time. But why of all places is it asking him to go to the heart of the Kylian Empire. The people who turned their backs on his people and branded us as traitors. And what of this home hidden in the mist there are a number of places that might, he wondered to himself. If that's true then there might be a chance for them to come together again, and we can rebuild our nation to the glory it once had not this primitive existence. Then we can show the Syrians that they can't just come back from the sky and claim everything as their own. This is our land, our people protected it through the ages and seasons while they hid from the dangers. Gripping the reigns tighter he started off in the direction of Castle Town in particular the Temple of Time. What awaits him. What of this enigma, is it a person, an idea? He is trying to keep from being distracted on the road. Nina said: ↑ ​ Fir yin: While Fir yin was distracted With the small fluttering creature before him, he missed sight of another little creature hiding in the tall grass of the Rule field! The little creature stood up from its hiding place on long gangly legs. It took small careful steps towards the twill before it latched onto one of Firing thumbs! (oh my!) Getting a better look at the creature shows that it is indeed smaller than the Twill, its head only coming up to his hips. It has large black eyes on either side of its head, with a big soft pink nose. While the creature was practically sucking Firing hand into its mouth there was no trace of teeth only gums and a very rough tongue. The strange little creature was covered in soft black and white fur that was fairly short. The creature continued to suckle on Firing hand it made little noises that sounded like a partially muffled 'moo'.​Click to expand... "Jewish!" Fir yin was started by the sudden feeling of something wet, hot and squishy latching onto one of his thumbs. He looked down to see what was happening, the free hand itching closer to his sword just in case, but at the sight wariness left place to delight. "Look at you! Aren't you adorable?" Grinning he removed his hand from the sword and pat the creature's head, marveling at his soft fur. "You little rascal, didn't they teach you that you cannot start suckling people's hands out of the blue? Why would you...ooh, I see! You must be a child! Sorry little one, I am not your mother, and that's the wrong appendage anyway." The twill laughed before gently but firmly removing his hand from the creature's mouth and cleaning it on the grass. If the creature was sad, that couldn't be helped. "You know what? Let's find your parents?" Keeping the black furred creature within his sight Fir yin began to look around for beings similar to it. If he was lucky it was a domesticated animal, and it would lead him to people he could communicate. His exploration of the Bright World just started, but he didn't want to be a loner. ​Several:Smiling at his talent effort to catch the jar, which after it hit the ground it bounced harmlessly and then rolled to a stop without even a crack. The glass of said jar was one of the enchanted jars around that were rare to come by and rarer still to find makers. Getting down from her horse the young woman scoops up the jar and dusts it off before placing it in the saddles bag once more." I am dreadfully sorry about that. A POE spooked my horse earlier from our way out of the lakes gated entrance. I couldn't get him to calm down."​Frowning a little at that, though eager to still ensure that Several was still indeed ok she beamed to him a bit." Are you on your way to the castle town? Since we are so close perhaps we can walk together?" ​This was more of her being polite and feeling rather guilty than anything else entirely. Well, that and she was a friendly person. ​Sushi:They accepted Sushi as one of their own. That was something to take pride in. The woman did not look down their nose at him anymore. The children openly tried getting him to play with them, when some of the hunters come back they often times bring him a sweet snack as they do with the children. They were little things that would let anyone know, with any understanding of the culture that they were indeed welcomed here. Walking towards the field where the horses were kept was not a long trek by far. Though, the solid black stallions that were there. That was by far a different story in and of itself. The stallions were moody creatures at best but, they are easily coxed into doing the bidding of others thanks to their training. Thankfully there were already two lashed up to the cart and ready to go, there were some small amounts of goods in there that were to be taken in. As well as a small list of items that were needed to be procured. Things like fruits and veggies that were unable to be grown within the valley. The trip out of the valley is a smooth one given the sturdy bridge that has been built and ramps leading in and out for the sake of the wagons and horses. ​Owl:As you begin riding deep in thought, though your attention to the road is what prevents you from being startled (or in this case caught in a surprise round). I will need the following rolls: [Listen check] [Spot check] ​Fir yin:Yes, it was clear that the little creature was indeed sad! It made little distressed mooring noises and tried to latch on once again to the larger black and gray creature... Because that HAD to be its mommy! Though, upon being denied a few (several) times it would instead latch onto the Twill's clothes and eagerly follow along! Or, for that matter follow along in the attempts to latch onto said clothes/appendages. It would not be long however before a young brown haired woman riding a dull brown mare would work her way from the front of the two of them. Grabbing a rope in hand she'd ease the horse of hers to a stop before the twill and her missing calf. And blink rather slowly before looking between the two of them. "Well, rookie here. My missing calf. And what are yew? Some kinda weird fan of the milk bar? Painting herself like a strange cow or something?"​When the young Kylian spoke she did so in, while common it sounded rather different though not so much to be not understandable. Getting down from her horse she closed the space between herself and the 'calf' that she spoke of and wrapped a rope around its neck firmly so it couldn't get away (again). [Listen] fallnfaith rolled 1 die of 20 faces, total: 8+4 = 12 For: Listen Rolled on: September-29-2016, 02:49am See dice roll details 8 [Spot] fallnfaith rolled 1 die of 20 faces, total: 13+7 = 20 For: Spot Rolled on: September-29-2016, 02:50am See dice roll details 13 Nina said: ↑ ​ Several: Smiling at his talent effort to catch the jar, which after it hit the ground it bounced harmlessly and then rolled to a stop without even a crack. The glass of said jar was one of the enchanted jars around that were rare to come by and rarer still to find makers. Getting down from her horse the young woman scoops up the jar and dusts it off before placing it in the saddles bag once more. "I am dreadfully sorry about that. A POE spooked my horse earlier from our way out of the lakes gated entrance. I couldn't get him to calm down."​ Frowning a little at that, though eager to still ensure that Several was still indeed ok she beamed to him a bit. "Are you on your way to the castle town? Since we are so close perhaps we can walk together?" ​ This was more of her being polite and feeling rather guilty than anything else entirely. Well, that and she was a friendly person. Click to expand... The Wandering Merchant-SevareiTagging: Open Location: Rule field, heading towards Rule CastleTownSevarei nodded. "I am, part of my wandering. I go where fate leads me, a d today it leads me to the castle town." He said as he continued to walk. "Poe's are rather frustrating." The masked wraith hissed in irritation at the horses under his breath. He knew those bastards wanted to kill and eat him. His cloak, his hair, his fingers. He did not trust them. At all. Glaring at the horses, the Ninja boarded the carriage, having begged duty to those who tried to engage him, and prepared to settle in to hate the world for another few days while he dealt with the smelly monstrosities that the Gerardo were so fond of. So antithetical to my Income glared out his mask, and prepared himself for an unpleasant, nasty week.(There was a one here, it is gone now. I did not need to roll) IOC: Is this still open? Nina said: ↑ ​Fir yin: Yes, it was clear that the little creature was indeed sad! It made little distressed mooring noises and tried to latch on once again to the larger black and gray creature... Because that HAD to be its mommy! Though, upon being denied a few (several) times it would instead latch onto the Twill's clothes and eagerly follow along! Or, for that matter follow along in the attempts to latch onto said clothes/appendages. It would not be long however before a young brown haired woman riding a dull brown mare would work her way from the front of the two of them. Grabbing a rope in hand she'd ease the horse of hers to a stop before the twill and her missing calf. And blink rather slowly before looking between the two of them. "Well, rookie here. My missing calf. And what are yew? Some kinda weird fan of the milk bar? Painting herself like a strange cow or something?"​When the young Kylian spoke she did so in, while common it sounded rather different though not so much to be not understandable. Getting down from her horse she closed the space between herself and the 'calf' that she spoke of and wrapped a rope around its neck firmly so it couldn't get away (again). Click to expand... Fir yin didn't find the little one's parents (the brown animal in front of him was similar, but the head's all wrong). Instead, he found its owner! A local! The woman looked vaguely like another twill but her skin was pale, between white and a pallid pink, she had blue eyes and brown hair. Fir yin thought she looked quite exotic, and her funny parlance added to the appeal. Wait, he could understand her? Sweet! That meant he didn't have to learn a whole new language from scratch." Painting? Of course not my dear, this is how I naturally look. Fir yin the Twill at your service!" He performed a deep and overdramatic bow. "I came from a distant land to escape a tyrant. My purpose here?" He thrust an arm to the sky, index finger pointing. "Adventures! New things! Fun! Mostly the latter than the former two, but you get the gist." He declared passionately before looking back at the calf. "So this is a 'calf', uh? And what do you call that?" He said pointing to the horse.

[NSFW] - Legend of Zelda Dawn of the First Day [IC]|rating:3.0

Stocks and Bondage (Deamonbane & Whispered Desire)

(was a warrior. Not the conventional kind, naturally. He had an arsenal of weapons at his disposal, his e-pen, tablet and smartphone the most exceptional of the group, Wall Street his battlefield. Few people understood the subtleties of the world of Stock exchange, fewer still the subtleties of the American Stock Exchange, as many people saw it as subtle as the rest of the American finances. It wasn't all about buy buy buy, sell sell sell. It was about the psychology, two basic principles in human nature: Greed and fear. Once one got the hang of how all of this was going to be twisting and turning, predicting how fear and greed influenced the hundreds of millions of stocks, rising and plummeting as if they had a life of their own, you had the game in the bag. Of course, not many people were able to associate the people to the stocks. You had to come from outside to be able to see the big picture enough to be able to play the game in that sort of scale. And, having studied economics in Oxford, starting in London before being dragged over to New York City, he had had time to figure out how the Americans worked from the outside before being chucked into their proverbial deep end. And he had been able to do far more than swim to shore. He was one of the major partners in a financial firm. He was smart, ambitious, and with a keen eye for the rising and falling numbers and something akin to a sixth sense when it came to predicting the rising and the falling, he was a rising star. People wanted his name on magazines and talk shows, wanting his elusive half-smile and Grable eyes, glittering with intellect, along with his suave Oxford accent with only hints of his native Liverpool to be the face of their rising firm. But he liked to stay in the background. Too many people had fallen in love with their own legend, depending too much on it, unable to see that they were digging their own grave with sponsored shovels. So he took a back seat. Watching others climb faster and smoother than he had, only to tumble down without fail while he climbed, slowly but steadily, to the top of the food chain. He was here to stay. His name? Thomas Williams. He wasn't the showy kind of rich. His hair was perfectly groomed, face clear and eyes hard. Not even the smallest sign of a shadow could be seen across his jaw, and his gray suit and blue tie were pressed and clean. His scent wasn't overbearing, but subtle, barely there. His figure showed that of a perfect businessman. The person that you would see leading a company into a bright future. He was not married, and while he wasn't the kind of man to parade models and movie stars on his arm, the women that joined him for obligatory conventions and business parties were as stunningly beautiful as they were varied. He stepped out of his company car at precisely 8:56 AM, adjusting his tie and buttoning his overcoat, pulling the collar up against the blustery cold winter wind. There were Christmas decorations everywhere, as well as the traditional season commercialization, but he overlooked them. He liked the holiday, but not the inherent consumerism that came with it. Ironic, considering his career, he knew, But he was no Scrooge. Just because he wasn't the season's heaviest supporter didn't mean that he didn't make sure that the people that worked with him didn't have a good time. The Firm's Christmas party was today, starting the moment that the business day ended, at 6 PM, and he was one of it's most devoted supporters. He, more than most of the CEOs of the firm, appreciated the importance of keeping employee morale up. It took him a few minutes to reach his office, checking the clock to make sure that he was arriving right on time. It was a thing of pride for him as he opened his office precisely when the clock struck 9. He wasn't the first one at the office, or very rarely was. But he insisted that none of the people working for him arrived later than 9:15 without good reason. Very good reason. Punctuality was a thing for him. And, as he liked, most of the people were already in the office area by 9 AM, like him, some of them having already started working earlier to make sure that everything was finished up by 6 PM. He moved into his office, where his coffee and breakfast of a warm croissant, butter and a muffin were waiting. He sat down, tasting the coffee. It was... passable, he supposed, but barely. Too cold, having been placed in his office too early. He slipped a cube of sugar and a few drops of cream and stirred before taking a sip. Slightly better. He cut open his croissant and lathered it with butter, his one weakness, and took a bite of the muffin. He winced again. It too, was almost cold. He needed a personal assistant. He had promoted the last one, and since then his breakfasts had been disaster after unmitigated disaster. Furthermore, he had to admit he hadn't been looking quite as much as he should have, being too busy with recent events in the market. Maybe now, once the pace had died down thanks to the holidays, he would be able to give it some proper thought. He finished suffering through his breakfast before standing, checking the clock for the small twinge of satisfaction. 9:30. He usually took a small tour of the office now, talking to his employees, listening to them, hearing their suggestions, sometimes they needed something done higher up that he could help with. He didn't take notes of this, of course, but he relied on his memory to be able to take care of these things, and it had never let him down before. Besides, bringing a notebook or a tablet to a boss-employee conversation took out of the informality that he wanted it to have. He moved among his people, chatting idly with those that could, helping out those that needed it, listening to complaints. Most of the people around here had been here for a while now, and knew about this routine of his. They knew that it wasn't him spying but more him making sure that they had everything they needed to keep the machine that was this firm ticking smoothly. The newer employees seemed a bit more intimidated by his presence, but he tried to make them get used to having him around. Not as a friend, he wouldn't have that, but as a trusted leader and someone that represented their interests around here. It had been at one of their suggestions that slippers had been included in the to-find list for the Christmas party. He didn't approve, naturally, but this party was for them, not him. His eyes looked for one employee in particular. Young, very new and very green, with lush red hair. Where was she? ('Becca' Lynn O'Reilly Rebecca Lynn O’Reilly looked up at the clock that was ticking down the minutes until her new boss would be making his morning rounds. The man was punctual, and she wanted to be back at her desk by the time he made it to her end of the office. Even though her belly seemed to draw in tight with a deep breath every time she had to speak to him, she enjoyed his morning rounds with he would speak to his employees. He seemed firm, but fair and that was enough for Rebecca. And since the red head leaning against the copier thought that Mr. Thomas Williams was easy on the eyes, it definitely added to the package, although he was without a shadow of a doubt a look but don’t touch type of deal. She wouldn’t have ever attempted “touching” with a man like that, but that didn’t mean that she couldn’t appreciate the view. But that was merely a perk of the job, more important was the fact that the pay was so much better than she made back home in small town Pennsylvania. Of course, there were certain things she’d miss about home, but then again there were things she wouldn’t miss either. She’d miss the way almost everyone called her Becca instead of Becky. She preferred the prior. She’d not miss the sounds of the trains that ran past her house which always seeming to ensure that she’d never get a decent night of sleep with the sound of their horns blowing loudly, shattering the silence of the otherwise peaceful nights. Most of all though, in her heart, she’d miss her friends and family. Of course, that was to be expected, the twenty nine-year-old female having never lived that far from her parents to begin with, and most of her friends were girls she’d known all of her life, or she’d become sisters with in college. But she’d made the trip to New York after having applied for a job at the busy Wall Street agency despite how much she’d miss them. She’d not actually been certain that she had the exact qualifications for the job when she applied for it, but she’d gone for it just the same. While her parents and some of her friends might have been happy to never leave home, it’ was something that she’d needed to do. She simply needed to find out for herself what lie beyond the state line. It had been as soon as she’d known she had the job for certain that she’d spurred into action, finding herself a modest apartment and getting moved in as soon as possible so that she could start her new job at BIC, which stood for Wall Street Brokerage and Investment Consultants. It had all happened so fast, and still seemed so surreal but upon her arrival she’d realized quickly that it was as “real” as it could get. The sudden silence in the small copy room indicated the copier was finally done making the copies that she had come into make, but a quick glance at the clock would tell her she’d not get back to her desk before the new boss made the rounds. That was probably a good thing though, as she’d not yet bothered to eat anything and her stomach already felt at odds enough without having to allow it to do flip-flops when she saw him. She quickly paper clipped the papers into their respective stacks and picked them up to head back to her desk, but not before making certain that her clingy skirt was smoothed down properly since she’d been leaning against the machine. If nothing else, Rebecca O’Reilly took her job and her professionalism very seriously. She didn’t wear rose colored glasses though, she accepted that this was the big leagues now, and she was just a small fish in a very big pond. She’d need to be on the top of her game at all times. Rounding the corner from the copy room that led back to her desk, she stopped short and her footsteps slowed. Mr. Williams was blocking the path between her current position and her desk. Rebecca groaned under her breath. Damn it. It was either brush past him after asking him to excuse her, or stand here looking rather stupid while she waited for him to move on and even if he did, he’d have to turn around and come back her way. But it didn’t look as though he’d be moving any time soon, and she had work waiting for her at her desk. Suddenly she wished she’d worn something different that day, but she’d known that she would not have time to run home after work and be back in time for the office party. She hadn’t thought showing up in a little black dress for work would be appropriate either so she’d chosen the clingier outfit, thinking it better suited for both work and the evening’s events. Besides, it wasn’t as though she had all kinds of little black dresses hanging in her closets anyhow. With a deep breath she steadied herself. Using her free hand, she flipped auburn tresses with caramel highlights back over her shoulders, squaring them as she put one foot in front of the other. Thank God she had worn moderate heels today, it would make browsing past her boss much easier than if she’d have worn the shoes she’d had on yesterday. While Becca may not be confident in snug fitting clothes that showed off what she felt to be far too big of a derrière for a woman her size, she was comfortable in heels, and she did love variety In footwear. At only five feet five inches tall, she wasn’t exactly tall to begin with. Just two more steps, then she’d be able to quickly shimmy her lithe frame around him and get back into her seat. She turned her body ever so slightly just enough to be able to brush past him. He was involved in a conversation with another employee, and he’d likely barely even notice her. She didn’t want him to notice her, to notice her out of proportioned body yet a small part of her wanted him to. What in the hell was she thinking? With a small shake of her head again to snap herself out of it, she straightened herself once more and plastered a rather genuine smile upon her fair features, lips curving upwards into a soft smile. When she opened her mouth, a soft voice was heard being added to the other sounds of an office coming alive with life at the beginning of the work day.“Excuse me Mr. Williams.” The stack of copies rustled in her hands as she nodded past him towards her desk indicating that she needed to get around him. Dark chocolate colored eyes were cast slightly down, her shoulder barely touching his in a slight brush as she moved in an attempt to get to her seat. His searching for the younger, newer employee was interrupted. He had been stopping by her desk a few times since she had started, helping her out, showing her the ropes in this new and more stressful work environment, and she had shown some promise. She had been engrained with some bad habits, but a few more weeks here and that would change. He hoped, anyway. Bad habits were the hardest to get rid of, after all. But he couldn't spend the day looking for her, as enjoyable as helping her out was. He was the 'Boseman', after all, and he was called over by one of the male workers to discuss an issue involving a buying spree. It was a bad issue. Usually, people buying stocks that they were selling was considered to be a good thing, but the fact was that a particular buyer was buying all the stocks that were for sale, pressing the price up at a spectacular rate in a short time, making interest in other buy the stock dwindle suddenly, making them sell less than expected despite it all. Engrossed as he was in dealing with the problem, Williams didn't notice that someone had come up behind him until a soft,“Excuse me Mr. Williams,” was heard behind him. He turned his head and found his young newcomer, finding that he was blocking her way back to her desk. His eyes flickered down to her hands, where she was holding some copied documents, which meant that she wasn't arriving to her work station late, but returning to it. His smile, automatic at first, turned genuine." Hello Miss O'Reilly," He pulled himself up to his full height," I'm in your way, aren't I? I beg your pardon," He moved to the side, letting her pass with another brief smile before turning back to the problem at hand. Normally he would have paid her more mind, maybe even inquired as to how she was adapting to her new home in the city, but that could wait at the moment. " I'm in your way, aren't I? I beg your pardon,"Although he'd worn a smile when he'd said the words, his dismissal of her was terse. The action left her somehow feeling at odds with herself, or more importantly, with him. While he'd never hesitated to point out anything negative in the way that she worked, he was just as quick to praise her when she'd done something correctly. She had thought for sure he would be pleased when he'd seen that she had begun work before the stroke of nine. She watched the man dressed in the well tailored business suits attention remain focused anywhere but on her and with a sigh she began stapling the stacks of paper together, her hand slamming down on the stapler perhaps a bit louder than she'd intended to. Not that Rebecca O'Reilly would notice since she was too busy pouting over having been dismissed without his having appeared to have had as much as a second thought about her. Not that he should have but yet... Slam*The stapler was out of staples, jolting her out of her thoughts and causing her to realize just how hard she'd been hitting the stapler, and quickly she looked up from her desk hoping to find that Mr. Williams would have moved on already and not noticed her behavior. The situation was tricky, but there was a loophole to get one through it. He instructed the young man over what he should do to counter it efficiently and quickly. He didn't want the young man to be worried over this during the party. Williams' head ticked to the side at the sound of a stapler hitting paper too quickly and too loudly. He was concentrated, but once he was finished here, he would ask whoever it was that was making such a racket to quiet down. He was finished and just about to straighten up and head back to his desk when a loud snap was heard to his left. Furthermore, he turned to see the source of the noise. His eyes met with the eyes of a young and almost frightened wide eyes. His gaze back showed little to no emotion. His own blues were keen and observant, piercing and yet not invasive or judging. If anything they showed... curiosity. Their eyes remained locked for a few moments like that before he smiled, he's sizzling glare disappearing as quickly as it had appeared. He moved over to where she was seating, handing her a box of staples when he was close enough," Is anything the matter, Miss O'Reilly?" She'd looked up just in time to see her boss glancing her way and wearing a frown of obvious disapproval. Or was that look directed at her, and not the noise she was certain had caused that particular look upon her employers handsome face? Deep brown eyes went wide when she realized that he was gazing intently at her, and although she attempted to look away, something in his gaze held hers fast as though he had somehow willed her to lock her gaze with his. She swallowed hard as she realized he was approaching. Becca was rather certain that he fully intended on reprimanding her when suddenly the grim line of his mouth curved upward into a smile. Oh gods, that smile. Did he have to use that smile? The one that melted her to her core, even if he would never know it. She'd make certain of that. She was here to do a job, not have fantasies about the man who now approached her. Fear gripped her so tightly that she'd not even been able to return his smile, she's looking more like a doe caught in headlights during a pitch black night. She watched him move with all the grace of a predator ready to make a move and attack his prey. The redhead began to chew on her bottom lip ever so slightly, an uneasy feeling gnawing at her. No, he wasn't the type to yell at her from across the room, he'd be the type to quietly, but thoroughly ream her out for being so noisy in an office where so many people had to concentrate to do their jobs effectively. It was because she was convinced herself that is what he fully intended to do that caused that putty mouth to drop open slightly in disbelief when he merely offered her a box of staples along with a slight show of concern." Is anything the matter, Miss O'Reilly?" She shook her head, more than adamant that everything was fine. "No sir." She quickly replied, her head shaking in a no motion causing long locks to move softly over her shoulders and spill down over her shoulders and come to rest right above her breasts. She smiled then, a very soft smile that was barely there but would most likely not go undetected by her more than observant employer as she reached for the box, her hand shaking slightly and causing her fingertips to brush against his warm skin ever so briefly. But, it was long enough for the heat from his strong hand to permeate her cold fingers and cause a slight chill, or was that a slight thrill that coursed through her so suddenly?" Everything is fine." She reassured him, although she was lying through her teeth. Everything wasn't fine.stupid... Stupid...STUPID... She immediately scolded herself for acting like a love struck school girl even if it wasn't exactly obvious to anyone in the room but her. She prayed under her breath that Mr. Williams hadn't noticed either. But even more to the point, she'd acted unprofessional as though she'd never worked in an office before, almost as though it was her first job anywhere, ever. So much for career advancement any time soon, she thought to herself. She took the staples, laying them on her desk and opening the box to retrieve a row of staples to refill her empty stapler with. Her hands still shook, but she took a deep breath that she hoped would calm herself. Her voice would come out slightly more convincing though as she quickly added." I wanted to get this stack of portfolios printed and put into their folders so that they'd be on your desk as early as possible." That part wasn't a lie. She truly had begun work a bit earlier in an effort to get the portfolios printed and categorized into the proper groups the way he'd instructed her upon her first day on the job. She had planned on taking them to him right after she was done which would hopefully be by the time he had finished his morning greetings to his employees. Furthermore, she began to shuffle the stacks then, praying that he would leave so she could finish her task, and also so that those deep piercing eyes would move on to their next victim. Interesting. As he stood closer her, an observant glance caught the way that her back straightened a bit more, her arms straightened down to her sides, and her body looked on a bit more stiff. She didn't return his smile, going back to her business when he handed her the staples. His smile now was more discrete, amused and yet not wanting her to see his amusement. She was nervous, not quite new to her job and yet still learning the ropes, as it were, and so she felt pressured to produce as much as everyone else, and yet lacking in their experience. He could tell her that experience came with time, and that she was doing rather well all things considered, but he didn't want to seem invasive, just as he didn't want to appear as if he were amused with her discomfort. Everything was fine. He smiled openly now, relieved. She seemed to have gotten her bearings once more, and was back to stapling the papers, all but finished. She said that she was working on the portfolios, making sure that they reached his desk as soon as possible. He nodded," Thank you, Miss O'Reilly," And he couldn't think of anything else to say. Nothing edifying, anyway. Do I make you nervous, Miss O'Reilly? Why do I make you nervous? Was it something I said? Why is your breath catching, and why do your eyes avoid me so avidly, my dear Miss O'Reilly? No. He took a deep breath and brought his mind to the present, and to Rebecca. She was obviously tense, very much so, and appeared that she wouldn't be getting any more work done until he was at a safer distance. He placed a hand on her shoulder and gave it a reassuring squeeze," You are very efficient Miss O'Reilly," He said in a low tone of voice before moving away. There were other troubles, but in less than ten minutes he was back in his office. Why doesn't he just leave? The thought repeated itself in the redheads mind over and over again. But he hadn't left, and it didn't appear that he was leaving anytime soon. Becca continued to staple and shuffle papers, avoiding looking at her new boss at all cost. From the corner of the eyes that were lowered to her desk, she saw a movement and then felt his hand on her shoulder. Warm, so warm. It was a warm hand squeezing her shoulder with softly spoken reassuring words that caused brown eyes to flicker upwards and a smile to grace her fair features." Thank you, Mr. Williams. I appreciate that." There it was again, that same soft voice that almost seemed out of place in such a loud noisy office. Her words were barely out when he was off to some other small emergency that would disappear under his guidance. Rather quickly Rebecca finished the remainder of her task, the last staple having been punched in, the last file having been placed in its alphabetical order. A quick glance around the office, and she determined that Mr. Williams had already made it back to his office. Which meant, she was definitely going to have to speak to him again, and she'd not be able to slip into his office and lay the folders in the in basket that would have held them until his arrival and whim to go through them. With a deep breath, she stood from her chair. Becca smoothed the skirt that she felt to be just a tad bit too tight down over hips that she felt to be more than just a tad too big. Remind yourself to lay off of the ice cream Becca. She chided herself silently as she smoothed her hair down and pushed it back to fall loosely over her shoulders. She made her way to her employers' office, not in any particular hurry only to find that his door was not completely shut, meaning he was in open door policy mode, at least for the minute. Furthermore, she gave a brief knock on the door and entered but only stepping inside the door and going no further. Peering over a rather large stack of manila folders containing portfolio's of prospective clients she looked towards her bosses' desk but was surprised to find he was not seated there. Maybe she'd gotten lucky and he wasn't here after all. She looked around the large office with two doorways that she'd never really noticed before, probably because she was always so nervous when any occasion took her into her bosses' office. As she moved towards the desk she cleared her throat then called out in case he was somewhere out of her line of vision." Mr. Williams, Sir, I've finished the portfolios." She scanned the room, still not finding her employer but taking the time to really get a look at her employers' office before finally taking a step to move towards his desk to leave the folders for his return. One of the double-bladed perks of being the one in charge was the fact that he was never allowed to stay in his office for long. Williams had never been one to like being coupled up in a small area for too long, and if he was, he always took the time to walk around and stretch his legs. Being confined to one space for too long as wonderful for concentration, but he found that it killed creativity as surely as if he had marched it out the back and shot it. He disliked having his creativity hampered, as it had been what had solidified his place in the firm, as well as what kept him rising steadily, year by year, month by month. But having to get out and help others solve their problems, putting their work before his own, really did disrupt his concentration, which made things difficult when he really needed to put his nose to the grindstone, as it were, to get work done. As it was, he was returning from looking over a small incident in the human relations department when he found his door slightly more ajar than he had left it. His eyes narrowed. Some managers were touchy about people entering their office, their 'private space' without them inside and/or having invited them in, but he didn't have such compunctions. Well, that wasn't entirely true, he mused as he entered silently, finding Miss O'Reilly inside, placing some papers on his desk, presumably for him." Mr. Williams, Sir, I've finished the portfolios."" Thank you, Miss O'Reilly," He said softly, closing the door behind him," I'll get to them as soon as possible," He smiled, moving around her and his desk to a small counter where he poured himself a cup of tea from a teapot," May I offer you some tea? Coffee?" 'Thank you, Miss O'Reilly." Although the voice that had come from behind her was rather quiet, Becca still managed to jump slightly in her skin. It wasn't so much that her boss had startled her, after all it was his office, it's just that it was him. With a slightly shakes voice she responded. "You are welcome Sir." The redhead drew in a deep breath to steady herself as her boss moved around her towards his desk only to stop at a counter where it would be found coffee, tea, and a few condiments that she was certain would not be found in the employee break room. She had turned towards him, a smile on her face that quickly turned into confusion. He was offering her coffee or tea? She shouldn't accept. It was certainly a test to see what kind of employee she was, but certainly he wouldn't have asked had he not meant it. She couldn't imagine that Thomas Williams ever did anything he didn't wish to do. And right now he was offering her hospitality and she wasn't certain that she should accept. Either way she may be making a mistake no matter how she chose so she decided to err on the side of caution. With a smile and nod of her head she noted."No, thank you Sir, I really should be getting back to work." She turned to exit the room but quickly added "Thank you very much for the offer." Being ever conscious of the stinginess of her skirt she began to back out of the room, her discomfort over being in the same room with the man she found herself thinking of way too often, even when not at work, being more than evident despite her attempts to conceal it. Williams smiled. There was nothing a boss liked more than an industrious employee," Of course, Miss O'Reilly, don't let me keep you," His hands moved over the portfolios and undid the small strap keeping the fodder closed," Oh, and Miss O'Reilly? Have a pleasant day," It was about as polite as a dismissal could get, even though she was already beating a hasty retreat back to her workstation. He leaned back into his seat, giving the portfolios only a fraction of his attention. His mind was churning over something else, something deeper and more interesting than how their client's accounts were faring. Signing where he needed to sign, he put the papers where he would find them later for deeper review. It was obvious that his attention at the moment was failing him. Company parties were rarely quiet, reserved affairs. During the only time in the year when an employee could act as he or she wished (Within reason, of course) on company ground without threat of reprisal, it was hard to find someone that wouldn't just let loose and have a ball. Drinks were served alongside finger foods about a half hour after everybody closed shop. Music was reproduced at the highest volume possible. People from other departments came to join the festivities, and everyone was having a good time overall. All but one, that is. His office was sound proofed and the perfect place to 'oversee' the year-end party without actually having to be present or suffer under the indignity of the loud music. Shades drawn over the windows of his office, lights off, Williams sat at his desk, leaning back. He looked different with his reading glasses on than off, and under the light of a single lamp in his dark office, looking over papers he was the image of elegant stillness, a cup of tea long gone cold sitting on the table. Doing his best to ignore the muted sounds from outside was doing little to help his concentration, something with which he had had difficulties with all day. It was an annoyance that he would have to address, as well as the reason for his distracted mind. Since her first day of coming to work at BIC, Becca O'Reilly was finally loosening up. She'd heard via the employee break room gossip mill that the companies parties were famous for being, rather enjoyable events to attend. Not only were they enjoyable, they were also loud. So loud in fact that Becca would attempt to make her way through the crowd of celebrating people to hopefully find a quitter spot. Unfortunately for the red head, men she'd never even seen before seemed to be crawling out of the woodwork only to quickly zone in on her. While she was polite to all of them, she attempted her best to steer clear of those men who had already had enough of liquid courage in their stomachs that either stared at her far too hard, or were simply trying too hard with a woman that obviously wasn't interested in any of them. The truth was that the one individual that Rebecca had hoped to see there was nowhere to be seen. Becca would politely, but rather quickly, excuse herself from anyone who tried to engage her for more than a moment of conversation, facing to need another drink. And in order to get another drink she'd need to finish the drink that was in her hand. And that meant that one of BIC's newer employees was drinking much faster than she was eating anything. And she'd barely eaten all day leaving her slightly tipsy and bumping into other employees randomly as she seemed to now be dancing across the floor in her search for the new boss that made her stomach flutter in ways that she had never felt before. It was when she bumped into a fellow employee, one Becca had never seen before, that she ended up spilling her drink on. Immediately the Irish girl began to apologize, her Irish roots evident in the way that she spoke now that she herself had drank enough of liquid courage."Oh, now where be me manners?" The red head spoke with just the faintest of an accent. "Look what I've gone and done now. I'm so sorry." The young woman continued to apologize repeatedly despite the older ladies protests that it was okay and accidents happen. However, in Becca's current state of possibly having had one too many drinks she would only continue to apologize, her voice escalating as she worked to prevent the impending panic attack she felt coming on over her own displeasure at having been trying to spot the ever elusive Thomas Williams and in the process made herself likely look like an idiot and as though the small town girl was being eaten by big bad Wall Street as she felt her heart pounding in her ears. She had to get away from the crowd and fast if she wanted to avoid the anxiety she felt rising from her stomach as her breathing hitched, and she grabbed the wall. Oh no, please not harsh thought to herself as one hand held her drink and the other clutched at the top of her sweater. Company parties were raucous affairs, with lots of booze, music and the more than occasional tryst in the broom closet. It wasn't like their coworkers weren't supposed to know, or even that the trustees were getting into any kind of serious relationship. People were having fun, and sex was a part of fun. If you didn't like it, you didn't indulge, and if you did, you did. Thomas was aware of the occurrences. He didn't encourage them. But so long as they were held in privacy and some semblance of discretion, he didn't go out of his way to stop them from happening. Especially if they didn't compromise the professionalism of the pair involved. Speaking of... His eyes turned up to see what was happening outside the window. The noise had gone up a bit, and by a bit he felt was too much. It was positively distracting. Williams sighs softly and took his cup of tea and took a sip, immediately grimacing, although he was too composed to spit the offending liquid out. Williams placed the cup back in its saucer and stood, pulling his coat over his shirt and stepping over to the door, opening it to see what the ruckus was. It was the new girl... what was her name again? Becca... Rebecca O'Reilly. She was making a scene, one that could be avoided. She had spilled a drink on one of the senior members of the firm and was making a show of apologizing and trying to clean up. Furthermore, she was... what was the word? Tipsy? Not quite drunk and yet already lacking control over her actions. Her altered accent denoted that if nothing else. Williams sighs again, smoothing his lapel as a few of the employees caught sight of him and quickly backed away." Miss O'Reilly?" He said, loud enough to be heard over the noise," Miss O'Reilly, would you please step into my office for a moment?" Miss O'Reilly." Although the red head heard her name clearly it would take her a moment to find the source of the voice who was now repeating her name." Miss O'Reilly, would you please step into my office for a moment?" She saw him then, standing in the doorway of his office. Thomas Williams Shit. Her new boss. She made her best attempt to collect herself and stand up straight, taking the time to smooth her skirt down over her curves before looking up into piercing eyes boring through her. Becca felt her knees go weak, but she managed a small smile and a step forward." Yes Sir, Mr. Williams, Sir." Brushing past him, she felt the momentary connection of shoulder brushing shoulder until she was in his office. She turned to face him, wobbling slightly on her heels. She wasn't drunk, but she certainly wasn't feeling any pain. She steadied herself against the back of a chair, brushing a strand of hair away from the soft features of her face. Her chest rose and fell as she drew in a deep steadying breath." You wanted to see me, Mr. Thomas?" His smile was as calm as it was cold as he held open the door to office for her to enter, ignoring the soft whispers from his coworkers as he closed the door behind her. They would forget the whole thing within moments of him closing the door, resuming their festivities as if nothing had happened. As if answering his thoughts, someone shouted," Happy New Year everyone!" Followed by chorus of people repeating the words and the party retook to its original level. He took a deep breath, quietly thanking the person that had invented sound-proof glass as he undid the buttons of his blazer, making his calm and collected way to his seat across the table from where Miss O'Reilly was standing." Please take a seat, Miss O'Reilly," He said with a soft breath, more like an order than a request but in the effort of keeping things in his office as civilized as possible. He spun his chain to a slight angle, still facing her but slightly away as well as he leaned back in his seat, crossing his legs as he studied his employee quite closely. Sometimes silence said more than he needed to, letting her imagination carry all sorts of things through her head, thoroughly intimidating her before he even reached the point that he wanted to make. Once she had taken her seat, he leaned his head back, narrowing his eyes a bit, keeping his face carefully neutral in a way that could be misconstrued in so many ways. In this case, it would be annoyance, even anger held in check," First and foremost, my dear, I would like you to say my name. My name. Thomas Williams. Indicate where the Mr. goes, and where it doesn't if you please," He smiled patiently, that cold little smile that he had perfected. ('Becca' Lynn O'Reilly If Rebecca O'Reilly hadn't just drank one too many drinks much quicker than she should have, she might have noticed how calm, cool and calculated her boss was being in that very moment. But, those things weren't what she was noticing as she watched him move across the room to his seat. Despite the fact the somewhere in the back of her conscience mind Becca knew that she was in serious trouble, she couldn't take her eyes off of her boss. Her handsome boss. Her handsome boss unbuttoning his blazer. Furthermore, her handsome boss sitting in that chair that looked big enough to...." Please take a seat, Miss O'Reilly,"His request, no more like his order, snapped her out of thoughts that she shouldn't have been having at any moment let alone at a moment like now. She gulped. "Yes, Sir." She said the words softly, tugging at her skirt and complying with his demand. She sat, rather rigidly as she waited for him to speak. And waited. And waited. God, would he just please say something? The longer she sat in the silence with him sitting there watching her, not saying anything the more nervous she became. She needed another drink. Wait, no, that was what had gotten her into this mess to begin with. Shit. Then, her boss leaned his head back slightly, eyes narrowed and simply continuing to study her. He was angry, she was certain of it. She began to chew on her bottom lip simply so she didn't scream out please say something, anything.... But then he began to speak." First and foremost,"Fuck. He was definitely angry. She was certain she was about to get fired." my dear, "At first she stared at him, almost dumbfounded. My dear? He was angry but calling her dear?" I would like you to say my name." His name? What? Her mind was fuzzy for just a split second. Fuck! His name. "My name." Warning bells began to go off in her mind almost as quickly as the alcohol she'd been drinking began to wear off. Oh... Fuck..." Thomas Williams. Indicate where the Mr. goes, and where it doesn't if you please,"Her mind raced. Oh. Dear. God. She began to go pale as realization dawned across her now horrified face. Not only had the new girl just made an ass out of herself in front of the entire office, she had also called her boss by his first name. She swallowed hard, barely able to speak." Mr. Thomas Williams."she said the words so softly she wasn't even certain he'd be able to hear her. The mind that had already begun to race was now going a hundred miles a minute. She repeated herself, this time bringing herself to look at him, fear evident upon what normally would have been a much prettier face." Mr. Thomas Williams." She drew in a deep breath, her chest almost heaving with her uncertainty as she began to all but babble. She had to fight to not run around his desk and drop to her knees, beg forgiveness. What had she done? Her hand moved to cover her stomach, almost clawing at is as she fought back the tears that threatened to leak from the corners of normally beautiful, dark eyes." Mr. Williams, I'm sorry." She wanted to wait for him to say something more but now her mind was beginning to both focus and run away with her even further than it already had. She. Was. In. Trouble." Mr. Williams, I'm so sorry. Please, I didn't mean to... I mean.... I'm so sorry." Damn it. Now she was simply babbling, to her boss, her new boss who was obviously displeased with her. Oh, God!. She'd just signed a lease. She'd just used the last of her money to move. Fear went right out the window only to be replaced with becoming frantic."Please, Sir, I truly didn't mean to make such a fool of myself. I mean. I didn't mean to upset you. Sir, please don't fire me, I just wanted to please." she stopped herself. Although she truly did just want to please this man who somehow managed to make butterflies dance in her stomach any time that he drew near, she caught herself." I didn't mean to do any of this Mr. Williams, please Sir, I just want to do a good job. I'll do anything, take classes, work extra hours, whatever you want me to do but please Sir, don't fire me." She had gotten so beside herself with the notion that she now might lose her job and have to return home a failure, not to mention that she had left down her new boss, no, not just her new boss but a man she had hoped to impress that she hadn't realized she had begun to wring the bottom of her shirt between two hands that were now bright red and almost devoid of having any feeling left in them at all, the wringing having begun to cut off the circulation to her fingertips."Please, Mr. Williams...... I'll do anything but please, just don't fire me..." Her voice filled with fear trailed off as her gaze dropped to her lap, Becca falling completely silent. God. What had she done? She was drunk, mildly intimidated and more than a little desperate. The latter two were furiously fueled by the former, and she seemed desperately unaware of his actual intent, which was a gentle reprimand, and that was it. No, she had gotten it in her head that he had every intention of sending her off as she got on her metaphorical hand sand knees, begging and pleading for him not to sack her as fast as he was legally able. He supposed that the coldly irritated way that he had worded his first request could have given her that impression. His very unreadable face had a habit of being misread in precisely the manner that he wanted it to be, but now... Hmmm, he mused to himself as she stopped babbling and saying what a good employee that she would be and how much she needed this job, and how she would do anything, anythingto keep it. She was a new arrival in town, it was true. Losing her job would likely mean losing whatever apartment that she had managed to acquire, maybe a car as well. It would certainly send her back to where it was from whence she had come. And all that power was in his hands, or so she imagined at that moment. And her imagination wasn't quite wrong, he could hire and fire his own employees as he pleased, within reason of course, but he wouldn't sack someone just because they had gotten drunk at a year-end party, disturbed one of the partners of the firm and had worded his name wrong. Still, he thought as his eyes narrowed a bit. He might have left her stewing in her own desperation for a bit too long. The ball was now in his court. She had ended her plea, and she was waiting for him to do something. What would he do? He picked his cup of tea up for a moment before remembering that it was cold and placed it back and took his feet, redoing the buttons of his jacket as he did so. The silence in the room was deafening, enough for him to hear the noise of the party that went on outside the office, workers oblivious to the imagined plight of their comrade in the boss' office. He half-leaned, half-sat on the desk, settling directly in front of her. Less than an arm's reach too, he mused, reaching out to stroke her hair softly, brushing the strands that were covering her face from his view. His free hand undid the tie from around his neck and pulled it over his head, laying it over his lap as he stroked her hair affectionately," Consider the position that you have placed me in, Miss O'Reilly. Look at it from my point of view," He said while tucking her hair behind her ears and in doing so, tilting her head back up to look at his still rather unreadable face. His voice was soft but still cold as his hand settled behind her head, holding her to look him fully in the eye." It's not a question of what you can do, but what I can do for you. Do you agree?"

Stocks and Bondage (Deamonbane & Whispered Desire)|rating:3.0

The great quest (Momochan and DraginJake)

This is between Moroccan and Jake (and our mules) can post in here. If you are not one of us, then you can not post in here. But you may stalk, there is no rule against that so by all means to it, if you pleas.:P What is this RP about Our kingdom has lost the great stone by an evil wizard. His name is unknown, and his powers are unknown, but what is certain, is that he is planning to use the great stone for something evil. This is not an ordinary stone, this stone is the stone that protects our kingdom. It makes a large barrier around the city and protects the town from anyone who wants to cause harm. People an only be let in the city if they are checked out at the gate, and present their ID. Somehow, this wizard got in without going into the gate. He broke in. And now, The Great Stone has been stolen. Two great warriors have been sent out to retrieve the stone, but they are going to have a hard time, seeing as they are in two families that have fought for centuries. Will they prevail and get the stone before they drive each other mad? Or will they die trying? My Character Name: Stella McKnight Gender: Female Age: 22 Bio: Stella grew up in a rich a powerful family. She is also a knight just like most of her family was. When her dear Queen and King chose her as one of the people to go out and get the Great Stone, her and her family were thrilled. She was very honored, but also kind of scared since if she were to fail, her family would be in shame just because she couldn't get the Great Stone. When Stella found out who would be accompanying her, she was very upset. The wretched family that her family had been in a big dispute for years, sun was coming along with her. She wanted to ask the king and queen what made them chose him of all people, but knew it wouldn't be wise. So she is now, getting ready to go on the wretched quest to get the Great Stone and face him. Power: water/ice Picture: Other: Has a bow and arrow on her back and also has a huge hunting knife on her back. Name: Jake MichealsGender: Mileage: 24Bio: Jake is the son of a family who are known to be one of the stealthiest family, they may not be one-hundred percent good at fighting skills, but when it comes to sneaking and steal kills this family are not to be messed with. Jake was slightly happy about being chosen to go and get the great stone back, he felt honored to have been chosen, but when he found out who he was going with he soon felt like this was going to be a quest from hell, not only would he have to look out for enemies, but he would also have to keep his eye on the daughter of the rival family Power: fire/heat Picture:Other: Jake has a hidden blade up hiss leave and has scar going over his eye, he can still see in that eye though (:drool: that's one hot picture.) Stella was in her room packing up supplies that needed to be brought with her on the long trip. She put a few of her favorite weapons on and packed some medical supplies since they were more than likely going to get injured along the way. There was no doubt about that since the wizard probably had people watching around his base. The problem was, was that they had to figure out where he went. Now, there were probably some clues but since that Jake guy was coming along, she would probably miss it because of him doing whatever he would be doing on the trip. Stella sighed and threw her small bag over her shoulder. She went to the kitchen and stuffed some food in the bag. There was enough food for her, to last her at least four days. That's if she didn't have to share or had snacks along the way. Stella's parents walked up to her and gave her a worried looked." Stella," her mother began to say, "Pleas...please be careful on your trip. This just doesn't sit right on my stomach. I just don't like the fact that you're going on this quest with him. I mean, he is in the Micheal's Family!". Stella looked at her mom and smiled. "Don't worry about me. I'll be fine. I'll kick his ass if he tries to harm me.," she said before waving goodbye to her parents and leaving the house. Her mother tried to go after her for a few minutes to try and stop her, but stopped when she saw Stella give her a look saying to not try and stop her. Her mother went inside and let Stella go. Stella quickly walked to the gate. She was looking up at the empty sky that had no barrier in it. The town wouldn't be safe until they got the great Stone back. This was going to be a long and dangerous trip. Stella sighed and quickened her pace. Finally, after a few moments Stella made it to the gate. She stood there and looked around for that Jake fellow. Jake was a bit grumpy "man, this will suck" he said as he started to pick up his clothes that he would need (all the same XP) into his bag and smiled a bit "that should be the trick" he said picking up his bag and headed downstairs into his kitchen, once he was in the kitchen he began to pack enough food to last him 2 weeks"please don't go, not with her, she's the daughter of them"his mother said with a worried look"leave him be, he will be able to look after himself"his father said placing his hand on her shoulder"you be careful ok?"his father said as he left "I will do"Jake sighed as he began to walk towards the gate, he was not willing to meet up with this female, he felt that she would try and kill him once they got the stone just so she could claim all the glory. Jake was soon at the gate and sure enough, there she was waiting "well hello Stella" he said glaring at her (your character is super hot :D) (I know. :cool: I pick all the hot girls~ LOL)Stella looked at Jake and rolled her eyes when she him glaring at her. "Quit glaring it's rude. Plus, I didn't do anything to you so keep the glaring for some other time. Are you ready to go or not?", she said glaring right back at him. She was going to return the glare when he would do it to her. 'Well if you're ready then lets go. I want to get this over with, so I don't have to see your face for long. Now, I want to lay down some rules. One, don't bug me, ever. I hate it when people bug me when I am doing stuff. And rule number two, don't even think about trying to kill me. You have probably thought about it by now, but I won't kill you unless you try and kill me, got it? Now let's go.," she said turning around and walking to the gate. She stopped and told the gatekeeper to let it up. He did exactly that and pulled it up. Once the gate was up, Stella walked out and looked around for a few moments. She smiled and started walking down the wide path. They would have to go to quite a few villages and paths to see if they can find anything that seems like something that the wizard would want or somewhere, where the wizard would want to go. Jake listened to her as she ranted on, once she was finished he felt a bit safer "well, I can stick to them rules, as long as you can stick to my one" he said sighing slightly "mine is, do not get in my way or give my position away when I'm going for stealthy jobs, in other words, do not get I'm my way when I'm being stealthy" he said as he looked around and chuckled "wow... this is a sight I thought I would never see" "I won't get in your way. I just hope you stay out of mine too.," Stella said with a sigh. She smiled a bit and nodded. "I know... Never thought I would see the outside of the city unless we went to war. Which, has been avoided since we don't let very many people in unless they have been living in the city for a while, or the king and queen requests someone that is the queen or king of another town.". Her smile quickly faded as she continued to walk down the path. She was scanning the whole place with her eyes, mainly to find clues but some of it was so she could see what it looked like out here. Jake looked around the area and sighed "well... this might take sometime" he said as he looked at her "so... since we will be in this little group for a while... we might as well try and be friends until we get the stone" he said looking ahead the way they are walking "so... what's your full name? And how old are you?" Stella nodded, "It will.". Stella looked at Jake and raised an eyebrow at him. "Friends.? Like that will happen. I don't think that will ever happen, were probably always going to not like each other even if we tried to be friends.," She said with a sigh. She chuckled a little, "You should know my fully name... At least my first and last one. And I am 22.". Jake sighed as he heard her words, he knew that she was probably right so he shook his head "fine then, I guess i won't try and be your friend then" he said as he began to quicken up his pace in hope that he could shorten the time it would take to find the stone Stella raised an eyebrow at the man, ''Your acting like your sad about it.... Are you?". She tried not to laugh. Him wanting them to be friends? No, that's just not possible. He should know that even if they were friends, there family would look down on them maybe even shun or disown them or something. She sighed and quickened her pace. She wanted to be able to keep up with Jake so she wouldn't get left behind. Jake just grumbled "well it doesn't matter anymore, there's no point in trying" he said as he refused to look at her "I thought it would be good to become friends... I mean... just because our family hate each other, why should us to be enemies?" he asked in a clearly angered tone "but no... you just want to remain enemies so we shall" he said keeping his distance from her Stella glared at him, "It's not that I want to be enemies, we just are! I mean...what would our families say? What would they do?". She sighed, "Fine, be angry about it.". Jake stopped and glade at her "sod the family, I can't believe your listening to what mommy is saying" he growled and shook his head "and if we are enemies then you can go on by yourself... I would rather travel alone then with an name" he said as he carried on walking "Look, I want to have a drama free family. I want one that's happy and not hate in it. It would be nice to be friends, but I don't know what would happen, and I would much rather keep to myself and not get heart broken or anything bad to happen to what peaceful life I have now. So keeping distance between people who are not on the like list is a good way to do that.," Stella said crossing her arms. "Oh really? Alright, I'll do that then! Do whatever you want! I'll just go and ind the damned stone my self!", she said walking faster and getting ahead of Jake.; Jake listened to her reasons and chuckled in his head"how pathetic, she is choosing to go down the easy path" he said as he stopped when she overtook his and sighed a bit"fine, let her go that way, she will blow my cover anyway"he said as he turned and started going to the left of her a silent as the wind"but when she gets in trouble she's on her own... I only help my friends, the people I can trust"he thought to himself as he continued to sneak away In the corner of Stella's eye, she could see Jake sneaking away. She didn't care, shut just wanted to get the damned quest over with. She wanted to go home and see her family. Furthermore, she also couldn't wait to see how happy the King and Queen would be once she got the Great Stone back. Furthermore, she sighed and continued to look around for any kind of clue really, just something to give her a lead and take her to where the stupid wizard was. Jake grinned as he noticed a deer "well hello... looks like I have a great target for gathering some meat" he said as he snuck up on the deer, once he was right behind it, he dug his hidden dagger directly into its neck "oh yeah, night" he said as it fell to the ground, and he then began to gather the best joints of the deer (LOL I thought he had food in his backpack? XD)While Stella was walking she heard the shrieks of a deer. She blinked a few times before she continued to walk. 'Poor thing... I guess a hunter got to it.', Stella thought to herself. She sighed before fixing her top and continuing to walk. 'I wonder if I'll see that Jake guy again...maybe not. I think he ran away.', she chuckled at the thought of him running back to his home. (yeah, but only bread and fruit)Jake grinned, his food stock would now last him about 8 months "Helene, now time to follow her, and when she's run out of food, I can watch her starve to death" he grinned as he started to run, once she was in sight Jake slowed down and started to follow her as silent as a ghost "why should her" he growled (When I do words likethisthat mean she's thinking. XD she didn't say anything aloud)Stella was walking silently and happily when she heard what Jake said. "That didn't make sense, and what are you talking about?", she said not even turning around to look at him. Jake growled as he moved a bit closer "I meant I'm not trusting you" he growled as his stomach growled "well I'm stopping to cook some meat, go on ahead... see if I care" he said as he made up a small fire and brought the meat out placing it gently on the metal slab he had placed above the fire "it's a good job I have enough food to last 8 months" "Whatever.," Stella said with a sigh. She continued to walk to the next town, and after thirty minutes she got there. Only to find out that the city was destroyed. She stared at the city. It was on fire, dead bodies all over the place, and blood everywhere. The place was a mess. 'Holy crap...' Jake caught up not long after her and her growled "ok... now I'm official pissed" he said as a warrior charged at Stella "look out" he called out and pushed her out of the way and took a sword to the gut, he felt the pain shoot threw him, and he looked down coughing up some blood.(time to add drama :P and this could be what makes them become friends?) (sure~ since I am planing for her to save his life and everything :P)Stella was about to draw her sword when she was rudely shoved out of the way and fell to the ground. She turned around on the ground so she could see what happened and saw Jake taking the blow. She gasped and then got up. Furthermore, she kicked the warrior off of Jake and pushed Jake to the side. "Stay still, sit down, and apply a lot of pressers to your wound with rag.," Stella said getting into a fighting position. When the warrior stumbled into a large puddle of blood, a cruel smile appeared on her face. Blood has a little bit of water in it, so she could manipulate it and freeze. if She took one of her hand off of her sword and waved her hands and the blood went up the warriors legs. Her eye color changed to the color of Ice and the blood froze. The man was stuck and couldn't move. She then out her hand back on her sword and charged the warrior she swung her sword at him and chopped his head clean off before he even knew it. Stella then took a deep breath and sheathed her sword. She then ran to Jake and knelt next top him. "You're doing okay? Is it still bleeding?", she asked. She would take care of his wound once he gave her the answers she needed. Jake watched her fight and put pressure on the wound. Once the fight was finished Jake chuckled while coughing up blood "yes... it is still bleeding" he said looking down at it "I guess... I guess you could have saved yourself... well, finish me, now your chance to impress your family... go on, do it" he said coughing again "go on" Stella rolled her eyes and ripped some of her skirt off. She then opened Jake's shirt and took a good look at the wound. She sighed and took off her bag. Furthermore, she rigged through it and pulled out a bottle of herbs. Furthermore, she also pulled out a jug of water and a bowl. Furthermore, she pored some water on the ripped off piece of her skirt and started wiping Jake's wound off. "I will not finish you off. I don't feel like it, and it's a waste of a life that could be of some use to me.," she said. After she was done wiping Jake's wound off and keeping it from bleeding for a few minutes, she pored a little bit of water in the bowl and crushed some of the herbs that was in the bottle. She placed the herbs in the water and swished it around. She then dabbed a clean rag into the solution and wiped Jake's wound with it. "This is going to burn...," she said continuing to put it on Jake's wound. Jake growled slightly "why are you helping? I thought you wanted to MAK your family proud, so make them proud" he said as he let her help him "fine then, don't finish me, but just because I saved you, doesn't mean I'm trying to be your friend, you had your chance and lost it, next time i won't bother helping you" he ranted on trying to ignore the burning pain "Don't make this even harder for me to do, Jake. I just want to take care of your little wound and leave. It's also my way of saying thank you and to pay you back for sort of saving me.," Stella said, tempted to grab the tweezers out of her bag and stab Jake's wound with it. "Now, my family has issues. If you do one thing that makes them ashamed of you, and they'll just disown you and make you feel like crap. I don't want that since they'll more than likely spread rumors that I am some whore and traitor and do the other things that I told you about. So even if I wanted to be friend with you, I would have so much crap to deal with it would make things difficult and the friendship is not worth it, at least to me anyway.," she said with a sigh. She finished putting the herbs on Jake's wound and then pulled out some gauze, which she just found and was pissed about since she could have used it instead of ruining her skirt. She wrapped it around Jake's wound and pulled out something to keep it from unraveling. "Alright, there. It's done. You're welcome.," she said patting his wound with her hand, knowing that would hurt him. She put all her stuff away in her bag and got up. "See you some other time.," she said before waving goodbye and walking away Once she finished and patted his wound he growled "goodbye then" he growled as he got up slowly and picked up his sword, she had really done it this time "but not just a goodbye" he growled, he knew he would get he as a friend, he knew she would beat him, he tore off the fabric that was on his wound and threw it on the floor "but to save you killing me at the end, I might as well die fighting" he said as he started to walk to the left of the way she was going (oh boy :XD it looks like it is impossible for this RP to become a romance one :ROFL: after all, Jake now no longer ever wants to be near her again) (that's fine with me. O 3o as long as they become friends later on. I didn't want a romance RP anyway...sorry about that. D I wasn't trying to ruin anything, it just kind of happened this way....) Stella sighed and shook her head. She heard Jake rip off the gauze she put on his wound, but didn't pay attention to what he said. She kind of felt bad for not even giving the friend thing a chance, but then she remembered what crap would happen and stopped feeling bad. 'He better not bleed to death. He better just go somewhere and rest because if I don't see him again during this stupid quest thing, I will be pissed that he didn't even try to keep him self from dying from that stupid little wound.', she thought to herself. She sighed and looked down at her torn skirt. She shook her head and decided to check out the burnt down town to see if there were any survivors. (we agreed that it would be a romance one, ohh well, they just won't be friends :talk hand: I only roll and a lower or a hater)Jake growled as he continued to walk, he looked around at his surroundings "well... since I'm going to be alone from here on out, i the best start getting better" he said as he saw a river "ah, a water supply" he said as he began filling his water flask "I may not be a great fighter... but I'm a great forger" he said chuckling as he put the flask in his bag (:gonk: We did but.like I forgot! I'm sorry. v; push, fine be like that...and locker? You mean rocker? XD)While Stella was searching through the remains of the city, she actually found a few people who were injured. It was some guy who was under parts of a building. He was already half dead, so there was nothing she could do for him. He couldn't even talk or see her. Stella sighed and walked away from the scene. She went onto the path for the next town, hopefully it would be intact and no one would try and kill her there. (no I was meant to say 'I only roll as a lover or hater' and we could still make them fall for each other, it will take some time, but they will get there :))Jake continued to walk down the path he had taken, he saw a small town and smiled "I guess I could stop here, i won't mind having a day of resting" he said as he continued to walk, once he got closer he saw it was a rebel town "dam... if I try getting close to that town, I'm a dead man" he whispered as he started to walk around the town, once on the other side of the small town he began to continue on his way "dam... I guess now i won't get to rest today" (Yeah we could. XD But like you said, it would take a long time. 0 3o)Stella was going down a long path surrounded by trees and overgrown plants that were tangled around the path. If she was to take a shortcut through the trees, she would have to get her sword out and cut through the over grown plants. Which, would take a long time. SO it would be best to take the path. As she went down the path, she found herself on a split path. She could go left, or right. She stood at the path for a few minutes, wondering which way she could go, but finally came to a decision. Furthermore, she decided that she would go down the right path since she was right-handed. (oh well XD she better hope she can become his friend soon, the more bad things that happen the more he will hate the quest and her XD)Jake sighed as he clenched his wound, he knew it would attract unwanted company, but he didn't care "I wonder how long I can keep going until I break down" he said as he heard a growl "oh my god... now what" he said turning to at least 3 wolves, and he growled "this... is... not good" he said quietly as he began to slowly back up with his hidden blade at the ready, this looked to be a hard fight, but he wouldn't give up so easily (XD she will be friends with him! I order of to make him give her a second chance! :Illegal:)Stella was walking down the path when she heard a growl in the distance. It was on the other side of the thick wooded area around her. She walked to the thick over grown plants and pushed some out of her way. From what she could see, she could tell the wolves were not growling at her. They were growling at some man who was wearing dark clothes and was clenching his side. After a few moments she could see it was Jake. She frowned a bit when she saw who it was. 'The path I took must have taken me down to a path that Jake most of went through. Damn it...', she scoffed. And walked away, she was going to go back to the two-way path and go down the left path, seeing as she would probably not see Jake down in that direction. (well he's not going to now is he XD)Jake glared at the wolves when he noticed a female in the corner of his eye, he took a quick glance and saw it was Stella "has she come to help?" he asked himself in his head, when she began to walk off he growled "dam her! I knew she was the one not to be trusted" he thought to himself as he dodged one of the wolves attack, but just got scratched on the back of his leg by other causing him to fall to his knee "DAM YOU STELLA!!!" he yelled as loud as he could in rage as he turned and snapped the wolves neck, the next wolf went for the kill, but Jake delivered a perfect timed dagger to the throat, the other wolf, seeing it was alone now, retreated, leaving Jake unable to stand on his left leg and a stab wound in the other "I knew she would betray me" (To be honest.she didn't betray him when the wolves attacked Jake. She left him since he wouldn't like it much if she helped, plus she figured he wouldn't be grateful. O 3o so she just left him alone, besides, Jake could handle it.) Stella heard what Jake said. She balled her fists and continue to walk. 'Okay, so you don't want me to help.and then you want me to help?! Make up your damn mind! I am not helping you...no. I won't. Your strong enough to freaking kill those damned things.', she huffed and tried not to stomp down the path. She wasn't exactly happy about how Jake was doing things. He would want her to not help him, and then he would want her to help him. Doesn't make sense at all. He wouldn't be happy either way so it was best just to leave him the hell alone Jake sighed, maybe he had been a bit to harsh on her, but he shook his head and tried getting up and growled as he felt his just give way again "I need... that branch" he said spotting a branch that looked like a crutch "this will do nicely" he said picking up, he slowly lifted himself up and put his weight on the branch "well... that way" he said as he began to hobble to the north "I can do this on my own anyway" he grumbled to himself (he doesn't think when he is angry, and it won't be my guy who apologizes, so if she doesn't Jake won't XD) (Push, she might if she still isn't pissed off.) Stella made it back to the two-way path and headed down the left path. She was clutching her bag and stomping down the path. She was not in the mood for anything. 'If someone attacks me I am going to take my fury out on them.', she sight (we agreed this would slowly become a romance :gonk:)Jake sighed, after walking for an hour he finally reached a small town, this time it was a friendly town "ah good, its getting late anyway" he said walking to a nearby in "can I have a room for one night" he said to the man behind the bar, he listened to which one was his room and nodded "thank you" he said going to his room and laid down on his bed (Yeah, but why should she apologize? E -e and its inn not in...sorry. Sgt;.Lt; I just couldn't help IFTTT.) Stella didn't make it to a town, she only found a small clearing surrounded by trees with the path on the other side. She decided this would be the place she would spend the night at. She gathered some fire wood and started a fire. Furthermore, she had a hard time making i, but managed to make it. Furthermore, she had been rubbing two sticks for a half an hour, but figured out she should have put one stick down and place the stick between her hands and started rubbing her hands together, making the stick sort of twirl, creating friction between the sticks and causing it to start the fire. Furthermore, she stopped when it was on fire and put the stick in the fire. Furthermore, she sighed and put a few more sticks and a little bit of pine straw she found in the woods, in the fire. (because he thinks she doesn't ever want to be his friend, just like she said)Jake smiled as he laid on the bed and sighed comfortably "ah this is heaven... maybe I should just live her, after all... everyone will just think I'm dead" he said smiling "I will leave the stone Norberto get, if she dies the oh well... no-one cares about me and no-one needs me" he said closing his eyes "great idea" (Push, she's just trying to keep the peace. E -e)'I wounder if he's dead...maybe I should have helped him-What am I thinking?! That idiot didn't need help, he is alive and well. He wouldn't have been very appreciative if I did help him, plus he would just be all Missy and mean if I stayed with him...although, I doubt he will be able to survive very long, lord knows he probably is sitting down staring at something shiny and trying to figure out what to do, but is too mesmerized by that shiny thing.or whatever.', Stella thought to herself. She scoffed and pulled out some of her food from her bag. She pulled out a sandwich and a flask full of water. This was all she needed, right now. She drank a little bit of her water and inhaled her sandwich. (right, before I leave, tomorrow we need to make them become friends -__-) (Alright, then let's make it morning and those two will meet up.)*TIME SKIP*In the morning, Stella got up and headed down the path, But before she left, she put out the fire and put any trash she had in her bag. When she was walking down the path, she found herself in a small village. She looked around and smiled. It was a peaceful village, everyone was just minding there business and enjoying there time. The kids were just running around on the side of the road playing. Stella smiled and walked to one of the food stands and bought some food for the trip. She got some fruits, and a few more flasks so when she would find a river, she could fill them up. But she found a Fosse and filled them up with fresh, clean water. Jake woke up the next morning and yawned a bit, he tried jumping out of bed, but then ended up falling on the floor "dam" he said getting his crutch, the wound had still been slowly bleeding overnight, and from the paleness of his skin he wasn't sure how much time he had left "I wish I had given her a chance... now I will probably die on the path there"he thought as he exited the inn and saw Stella in the town and sighed, he hobbled his way over to her and coughed a bit "Stella... I'm sorry about yesterday" Stella was talking to the owner of the stand when she heard Jake's voice. As soon as she heard it, she stiffened, but when she heard the words 'I'm sorry' she was shocked. She never thought she would hear those words from him. Stella turned around, but frowned at the sight of Jake. It wasn't that she was still mad at him, it was that he was as white as a ghost. "I... Okay, before we start talking about this, I need to ask you something. Did you even try to tend to your wound or keep it from bleeding?! Or did those wolves over power you and almost killed you? Why do I ask? Well, because you are very pale... Now let's get out of public and check that wound out. If you let it bled then I'll have to take care of it.," Stella said paying for her stuff and telling the owner of the stand that she would be back later. Jake heard her words and sighed a bit, he was feeling a bit feint, but he nodded "that would be great" he said as he looked down at his wound on the back of his leg "it is really badly hurting now" he said twitching his leg, he looked back at her and smiled a bit "I know we won't ever be friends, but I've decided that we need to start trusting each other and try to get along... ok?" he asked holding out his pale hand in which wasn't on the crutch Stella nodded, "It would, now lets go...". Stella looked at the new and old wound Jake had. "Didn't even try to clean or dress it.," Stella said frowning. She looked at the small puddle of water a few feet away, and raised her hand. Some of the water came up with her hand as she raised, she then motioned for it to splash Jake's leg, which it did. "If that hurt, then good. It's what you get for not thinking and not dressing or cleaning it... Now let's take care of it.," she said smiling. She nodded at what Jake said, "Sounds fine to me. I guess....it's a truce? I don't know, something like that. But sure, now let's go.," she said poking Jake's hand, before she took her hand and patted his shoulder. She took Jake's arm and then started walking somewhere. Jake growled a bit at the sudden pain and felt fire build around the wound to evaporate the water "you could have warned me" he said as he wiped his side and shook his head "yes, it is a truce" he said as held his side and hobbled alongside her "and... thank you... thank you for helping me" he said as he smiled a bit at her "I know I can't be trusted... since you know, I am the enemy of your family and I am known as a stealth killer, but you have to start trusting me, you have my word, and I never break my word" "It wouldn't have been as funny if I told you before I hit you with it.," Stella said pushing his arm playfully. Stella chuckled and nodded, "No problem. Just, sorry about ditching you when you were being attacked by the wolves. I figured you would be mad if I helped or didn't help. Either way, you would have been mad, so I just left.". Stella folded her arms over her chest and walked slowly so she wouldn't be to fast for Jake. "Alright, if you keep your word then I will keep my word, I will not betray you or whatever. You probably don't trust me, but you should since I am going to tend to your wounds and everything. I can save your life one of these times. Now, when we go back to finding the stone, let's not walk around blindly. Let's look for some kind of clue, like residue left by the stone, and follow the trail or whatever. And we should get some maps so we'll know where were going.," she said. Jake listened to all of what she had to say, his mind began to process it, and he chuckled "it's ok about the wolf thing, I deserved it" he said as they reached the inn he had stayed in "and you can do the sword fighting while I concentrate on fighting clue, I am a great hunter so I can see clues quiet easily" he said feeling a bit proud "oh and since we will be working together then feel free to ask me for some food" he said opening his bag to show her his 5 months supply of food "that way you won't need to stop to gather food every week or so" he said chuckling a bit "You might have.," Stella said before chuckling a bit. When they got to the inn, Stella opened the door for Jake and let him walk in. She didn't want him using up all of his energy since he needed to use it up for walking back to his room and getting on his bed. "I am good for searching for clues too, but you can do that. I don't mind protecting you.," she said before laughing a little. She turned her head and looked at the food. "That's...a lot of food. I hope none of it goes bad, but thank you.," she said smiling slightly. Jake smiled a bit as he walked in through the door "thank you" he said chuckling "it won't go bad, and your welcome" he said as he started his way up the stairs "hopefully I should be ok and ready to walk by tomorrow" he said as he made it to the top of the stairs "I'm... almost... there" he said as he walked into his room and flopped down onto the bed "that's it... I can't go any further" he said as his voice turned into a rasping breath "No problem.," she said. Stella followed Jake to his room, and worried about him. He was looking a lot paler, and he was slowing down a bit. He must have lost too much blood. As soon as he plopped down, She turned him over and pulled up his pants leg. She pulled out her flak of water and a rag, she pored the water on the rag and started wiping down Jake's would. She then pulled out some of the leftover herbs from the last time she did stuff to Jake's wounds, and applied it. After that, she pulled out some gauze and dressed the wound on with it. She then started to do the same thing with the wound on Jake's torso, after she opened up his shirt. Jake could feel her starting to sort out his wounds "if I don't make it past today, I'm sorry for all the nasty things I did or said" he said chuckling lightly as he closed his eyes, he felt the pain but was too weak to flinch "and I'm sorry that we had to be in apposing family" he said smiling a little bit "it would have been great to have been friends" he sighed as he shook his head "but I fear my time is up" Stella tried not to laugh, it was kind of funny. She could tell that Jake would live, sure, he lost a good amount of blood, but he didn't lose enough to die. She could tell. His wounds were sort of closed when she was looking at them, so they only bleed some whenever he moved. So he would be fine. "Don't worry about it Jake...It's alright. And it would have been great. Oh, and you'll be fine. You didn't lose enough blood to die, I can tell. You only bled some when you moved around.," she said. Jake sighed with relief "good... well have you cleaned them? We need to get moving" he said sitting up slowly "we need to make up for lost ground" he said as he sorted out his clothes a bit and flinched lightly "we can't stay here for another day" he chuckled lightly looking at her Stella shook her head and pushed Jake back down. "I'm not done, and you need to rest while I get some weapons and more healing supplies. Now that I think about it, we will need more protection and more healing products since this quest is very, very dangerous. Alright? So, while I am gone, you need to rest.," she said. Then, Stella started finishing up dressing Jake's wound. Jake smiled at her and felt a strange feeling, instead of wanting to stab her, he wanted to just hug her, he shook the feeling of and laid back "ok then, I will wait in this bed" he said, and he held her hand softly "and be careful... you never know if the wizard has sent out hit men after us" "Thanks.," she said smiling. She blushed slightly when Jake softly held her hand. She stopped after a few moments. Furthermore, she then nodded and said, "I know...he knows were coming, sadly. He must be watching what's going on in the kingdom. I will be very careful. Now don't move one inch while I am gone!". Stella got up and waved goodbye to Jake. "I'll be right back!", she said smiling. Stella turned around and walked out the room. She went outside and went to a stand full of herbs, she then started looking through them and seeing which one she knew she would need. Jake nodded "I will remain here" he said as he remained still and watched her leave, once she was out of the room he sighed a bit "what was that feeling... could... could I be starting to l... love her?" he asked himself feeling like an idiot "I can't be... surely not... it's not that" he said shaking his head "its impossible" After a bit of looking through the herbs, Stella bought all the herbs they had in stock, well the ones she needed anyway. After that, she paid for them and went to the weapon store, which was an actual store in a building. She walked in and looked around. The store owner was standing in front of the cashier watching her look through the weapons. Stella could see him in the corner of her eye. She sighed and grabbed a bunch of packs of daggers, throwing knives, and some poison blades, and the poison you put on the poison blade. She went to the cashier and purchased all the stuff. Furthermore, she then sticks all the blades she bought for herself and placed them in all the places she would put her blades in. Furthermore, she left some of them for Jake and then headed back to the Inn Jake sighed a bit as he felt extremely bored, he sat up and rummaged through his backpack to see if he needed anything "hmm mm..." he sighed as he sat on the bed looking at the window "I seem to have everything I need" he said as he put his bag on the floor and sighed "I need to get up" he said trying to get up Stella slowly walked back to the hotel. Furthermore, she knew someone was following her. Furthermore, she sighed and dived into a big crowd. Furthermore, she walked through it, until she lost the guy who was following her. When he was lost, she quickly headed into the hotel and made sure she wasn't seen. She dashed up to there room and went into it. She frowned at the site of Jake trying to get up. Furthermore, she put her hand on her hip and stared at him." You said you were going to stay in bed.," she said Jake blushed as he turned to see her standing the "ah Stella... umm... just error... stretching my legs" he said as he sat back down "you know, just... making sure i don't get a cramp" he chuckled nervously "also I wanted to make sure you would make it back safe... if you die then I die" Stella shied and rolled her eyes. She sat her bag full of herbs and some of the weapons she got to for Jake down in the coffee table. "I can protect myself, Jake. But thank you for your concern. Now, I went out and got you some weapons. I also got some medical herbs. Were stocked up on them, for now.," she said smiling Jake nodded and smiled at her "your welcome, and thank you too" he said showing her his hidden blade "I need something other than this" he chuckled putting it away "it's too small to actually do any damage to an attacker" he said shaking his head as he laid back down "and it's good to varieties your weaponry" Stella nodded, "No problem.". She pulled out the weapons for Jake and sat them on his lap. "Well, the hidden blade is good, you just need a longer one and one made out of a good metal.," she said smiling. Stella didn't want to tell Jake about the guy who was following her, at least, not yet. She didn't want him to worry right now. He would surely go out and try to kill that man while he was still resting. She smiled and nodded at what Jake said. "Very, very true. Except, the only knew thing that I got and never used, is the poison blades. I heard they are very good and kill the opponent quickly.," She said smiling Jake listened to her and nodded "I should get some poison for my hidden blade" he said smiling a bit more "that way, then they will die quicker and quieter" he said smiling a bit maidenly "but then again, just a dagger could do that if used skillful" he said chuckling more "Either way,", Stella started to say, "you just need to kill them. Doesn't really matter.". Stella smiled a bit and chuckled. It was kind of amusing how Jake was acting. She had no idea he would be kind of happy about the blades. Jake smiled and nodded "yes, I agree" he said as he took the blades into bag and smiled "these will come in handy for some time" he said as he placed his bag back on the floor and laid back down "They sure will, that's why I got them.," Stella said. She sighed and walked over to the window. She pushed up one of the blinds to see if that guy was standing outside looking for her. Which, he was. Stella cursed under her breath and closed the blind. "Alright...change of plans... We need to get moving. And when we leave, let's go out the back door...," Stella said grabbing her stuff and placing them neatly in her bag. She then looked at Jake and signalled for him to get up. "Come on, come on! We don't have all day now! That guy probably noticed me opening the blinds to see if he was there!", Stella said. Jake watched her as she acted strange and tilted his head, he was starting to get a bit suspicious, but when she mentioned that some guy could have seen her he growled a bit getting up "no, we will fight him, we can't have this guy hunting us all the way there" he said taking out a dagger "come on... i won't let him get away with following you and me" "NO! Your in no condition to kill someone! And not in a public place like this! What it people get hurt, or worse die? Do you want that on your hands? This is exactly why I didn't want to tell you...but he is gaining on us, so I had to get you out of here! Now promise me you won't kill him until your healed, and we are far away from any town and towns people!", Stella said grabbing Jake's shoulder so he wouldn't go off outside and try to kill the guy why she was talking Jake sighed as he nodded at what she said "ok then... i won't kill him in this town, but if he so much as follows us when we get out of this town I will kill him" he growled as he turned around and looked at her "but for now your right, let's get going" he said as he put the dagger away "Good, so yeah, let's go.," Stella said before picking her bag and throwing it over her shoulder. She then looked at Jake and said, "Ready?". She was sure ready to go, she didn't want to e here for long. For a few reasons, one of them being that she wanted to get out of this town before the guy found them, another reason she wanted to go was because the trail towards the wizard might go cold, and a third reason was that she just wanted to leave. The town looked peaceful, but it felt like that something terrible was going to happen soon. Jake smiled and nodded at her question "I am ready now" he said as he started to walk out at a slow pace "this town won't be missing us" he said chuckling a bit as he limped his way down the stairs to the back door and made sure she was still following him "we won't have long once we have left the town" "Alright then.," Stella said feeling a little uneasy. She shook the feeling off and walked down to the back door. She opened it for Jake but stuck her head out and looked around. "Alright, he's not here, so let's go.," She said walking out. Jake nodded as he walked out of the door and held his size "well, this might take a while to heal... but oh well" he said as he looked back at her "we might not have enough time to get away... we might have to fight" "If you say that, it makes me think your going to run out and fight him just because you're mad. You should leave him alone. Alright?", Stella said snapping a little. She then sighed and took Jake';s arm. She started walking behind buildings so they wouldn't be seen. Jake listened to her snap and sighed "ok, ok... I was just mentioning" he said not bothering to look at her "I have already said i won't fight in the town" he said as he continued to limp "so just chill and trust me when I say, IF he follows us OUT of the town I will kill him IF he catches up" "I know... I'm sorry.just on edge.," Stella said rubbing the back of her neck. "Alright, good. You really need to keep from fighting, you might get even more wounds and like, you won't be able to fight at all, or you could die.," She said nodding Jake chuckled "It's ok" he said as he sighed and looked down at his feet as he limped along "and if I die I guess it means you won't have to look after two people" he chuckled "let just put it this way, if I do die it would be better for you, but that don't mean you can kill me" he said looking at her quickly to make sure she wasn't planning to stab him Stella rolled her eyes and sighed, "You won't die since I am here. I will kill you if you start dying on me. But, that won't happen since I will be keeping you from fighting. And your not that hard to look after, it's like looking after a toddler. You just have to keep them out of trouble and make sure they don't get hurt, oh, and feed you a few times a day and put you down for a nap.". She listened to him for a few moments, once he was done talking she sighed once more. "... I know that! It's not like I am just going to turn around and like, murder you. I won't kill you unless I have to trim the fat, which I doubt I won't...maybe.," she said Jake listened to her and her last comment confused him "what do you mean by trim the fat?" he asked tilting his head "that comment makes no since" he said chuckling a bit, he shook his head and continued to walk towards as he pulled out a bread roll and began batting it "It means like, get rid of what isn't necessary... Might not have said it in context right, sorry.," Stella said looking at Jake and continuing to ALK Jake nodded a bit "riiiiiight, so you're trying to say I'm getting fat?" he asked pulling a -__- face "because I will have you know I'm not getting fat" "No dummy...You're not fat. I was saying I need you and your not much of a nuisance, so I will let you live. Besides, I wasn't planning on killing you in the first place.," Stella said giving him a look because he had no idea what the hell 'trim the fat' meant. Jake shook his head and continued to hobble along the path "well... when we get to the next town I need to buy some armor" he said as he looked back at her "I need a bit of protection" "Sounds like a good idea. You'll probably get fewer wounds when your attacked, if your attacked anyway.," She said tugging on his arm. She pulled him to the end of the little road that was in the town and headed down the one that went into the woods. "Alright, do you want to get it now, or in the next town? You should get it now, seeing as the next town is very far away.," she said Jake shook his head to her question "no, no, I don't want to buy it yet, let's get as far away from this town as we can" he said as they walked towards the woods "so we need to pick up the pace" he said as he began to limp as fast as his leg would low him too "Alright then.," Stella said heading into the woods. She pulled out a hair tie and put her hair up in a ponytail. It was hot outside and that was teh the best thing she could do to help cool off. She couldn't take any of her stuff off, seeing as she only had somewhat of a skirt and a top/bra on. Even with them on, it was still too hot. Jake smiled a bit as they walked towards the woods and sighed as he felt the heat, with his black grim reaper style clothing it was baking, but he refused to take anything off "why does it have to be so hot" he grumbled as he looked at her, she was more likely to be cooler than him because she was wearing hardly any clothes Stella shrugged a bit. "I don't know. Maybe it's because its summer...or the beginning of summer. But, it is sweltering. You must be really hot since your wearing a tun of clothing.," she said. She looked around for a moment and looked behind her. She didn't see anyone, or sensed them, yet. Jake grumbled a bit "this is why I hate summer" he growled looking around also "and I am... but I refuse to take any of my clothing off" he said as he put his hood up to keep the sun off of his face "I hate the sun getting on me, plus I refuse to show the smallest amount of my body other than my face, neck and hands" "No use in hating it, won't help at all.," Stella said with a sigh. She laughed a bit and looked at Jake. "No wonder you don't have a girlfriend... You don't show any skin so they can't tell if your hot or not.," she said. She shook her head and laughed a little more before looking ahead and continuing to walk. "Hmm.does the sun burn/ And do you have the desire for human blood?" Jake listened to her words, he last two comments cause a growl to escape his lips "you want to know why?... well here is why" he said taking off his top and under shirt, once they were off it revealed that he was actually muscly, but the downside was he was extremely pale and had plenty of battle scars "I'm a wreck, I'm not even worthy of dating the mud" he growled as he put his under shirt and top back on Stella looked at the cares for a few moments before looking at Jake in the eyes. "Don't say that... You could date any woman you want. You're not a wreck, those are...just not as bad as you're making them to be... Besides, you should find a girl who likes you for who you are, not for your looks. Looks aren't important.," She said smiling a bit. She nudged him and said, "Also. I hope you're not mad for me teasing you, I was only playing around." Jake sighed a bit at her words "yeah, but that defeats the object, then they won't like my looks" he said shaking his head "and I'm not angry" he sighed as he picked up the pace "just remember one thing... I am a shadow, so that is why I hate the sun, I wish I could use my powers to keep the heat off of me... but I can't only make heat cover me, not go away" he sighed and grumbled a bit "one day I will get enough power to destroy the sun" Stella sighed, "Haven't you ever heard that looks don't matter? Its what's on the inside that counts... And you are not a bad looking guy...not at all.". She gulped for a second before saying, "Your umm.very, very attractive. And I am not just saying that...". She was silent for a few moments. She was listening to Jake talk about how he will destroy the sun and everything. "You know... We need the sun, the sun is what keeps this planet warm, makes everything live, and brings light to the universe...you destroying it would kill everyone... And if you want to be cool.then I will gladly help.," Stella said smiling. She pulled out her flask, took the top off, and splashed the water inside of it all over him. "Cooled off?", she said giggling. Jake looked at her suspiciously when she said he was attractive, it was a bit odd, but he just chuckled and shook his head "I know that... I'm not that silly... I guess that I better not then" he said and was shocked slightly when she threw water on him, he grumbled a bit and shook his head "not really... this water is become warmer" Stella blinked a few times and frowned when she saw him give her a strange look. "Don't look at me like that.," she said. "You better know it...and yeah, don't destroy it.", she smiled a bit and stuck her tongue out at Jake. "Whatever. You'll be fine. I just hope you won't melt." Jake listened to her and just let out a little laughing, he just shook his head and walked a bit faster "we better hurry up" he said as he put his over his eyes so no-one could see the top half of his eyes, if there was one thing that Jake liked, it was being mysterious and unknown Stella smiled a little when Jake laughed. It was the first time he laughed, well, he chuckled before, but not laughed. She grabbed Jake's arm and shook her head." No... Don't hurry. You might start to bleed again." Jake chuckled at her comment, why would she care "well... I would rather bleed then take my time to reach our destination" he said as he kept at his pace "you need to be quicker, that's all" he said as he smiled at her, after all, that's the only part of his face and body she could see "I don't care what you would rather do. You can't lose any blood.if you loose too much you'll die, and I am not going to go get the Great Stone back by myself...," Stella said. She stopped walking and pulled Jake back. "No, I will not be quicker. You need to slow down, alright?" Jake stopped and looked back at her "well... fine, but i don't see why... what will I get from this ridiculous quest?" he asked looking into her eyes, he knew what he would have liked, he had a deep secret that no-one knew, he actually loved her a little, but he knew she would never like him as much "I don't know... Honor.and lots of people will like, be very happy with you and be very proud. And you'll probably have a better title...," Stella said now thinking of what she would get out of this. Thinking on it, she came up with nothing, well, what she said was some of the things she would gain, but it wasn't a lot Jake chuckled looking into her eyes, his heart began to beat faster, and he blushed lightly then quickly looked away"for god’s sake... stop looking at her face"he thought to himself "lets just get moving" he grumbled Stella finally noticed Jake staring into her eyes. She looked at him for a few moments and then sighed. "Why whee you.Umm, never mind. But yeah, let's go.," she said not wanting to press the matter. It was probably not a big deal. Just an accident, maybe. Jake sighed a bit "well... It's going to be better if we go different ways" he said shaking his head a bit "it will be better for you... and for me" he said as he turned left "this is where we will go our different way" Stella stared at Jake. "I don't think that's a good idea... I don't trust you being alone...what if you get attacked? I won't be able to tend to your wounds! We should stay in a group.," She said grabbing Jake's arm, again. Jake whipped around and growled at her and soon blushed bright red at how close his face was to hers, he stepped back a bit as his cheeks burned up a bit "oh.... error... well... I just want some-one being hurt... emotional" he said aiming it at himself, he knew he had no chance with her but couldn't bring himself to admitting it Stella took a step back when Jake's face was in hers. "What are you talking about?... Uh., never mind. Will you just stay with me and not go off by yourself?", she said Jake chuckled, she didn't see the obvious signs of his secret which he liked, it was better as a secret "no, it is better if I go alone" he said handing her the daggers she gave him "thank you for everything" he said as smiling a bit avoiding looking into her eyes "Jake...", Stella started to say. He was acting funny, which made Stella feel a little weirded out. She looked at the daggers and then at Jake. "You better not die when your alone.," She said giving the daggers back to Jake. Jake chuckled as he took the daggers and nodded "ok then... I promise i won't die" he said smiling as he gave a quick goodbye nod and then began to walk to the left (she can't even see the signs that he loves her :O she must not have ever seen or heard of love XD) (Stella is oblivious to those things, sadly.) Stella nodded and watched him leave. She couldn't help but feel worried about Jake. He was acting funny and he was doing strange things. It made her wonder if he would be alright or not. Should she follow him? She wasn't sure if she should or not. (there goes her possible boyfriend :ROFL:)Jake sighed a bit, he knew what he was doing was the best thing but didn't want to really do it, it was one of them moments where you had to do something you didn't want to do so you could make things better for someone else (She'll probably be his GF...) Stella couldn't do it. She knew that dummy was probably going to get himself killed. She clenched her fist and ran after him. When she caught up to him, she grabbed his arm and yanked him back. "I don't know what your doing...but I will not let you go by yourself.," She said. Jake felt her yank on him and heard her talk "fine... want to know the reason why then!" he growled "I love you and I need to get away so that I can get rid of the feelings since us two can never be" he said, when he realized what he said he put his hands over his mouth and when bright red Stella stared at Jake for a few moments. What he said explained why he was acting funny. It was so strange.she had never had someone who loved her besides her family. At least, she didn't think she did. It was a totally new thing for her. "You. You love me?", She said before letting go of Jake's arm and putting her hands over her heart. Jake looked down and nodded "yes... I have ever since I saw your beauty" he smiled a bit and looked at her "but then when I heard you were of my family enemy...my heart smashed into pieces" he said as a tear form "it will never be" he said looking down Stella stared at the ground while Jake was talking. She was shocked, very shocked. This made her feel... Well, she felt strange. She wasn't sure she had the same feelings as him, but if she did then this would make things harder. Jake was right, it would never be. There family had been fighting for years and has hated each other ever since the feud started. "I don't know what to say...," she admitted. Jake grumbled and shook his head "just keep your distance and don't ever mention this again" he said as he turned and continued to walk "and if you do, I will personal slice your head off" he said as he took a quick look at her Stella raised an eyebrow at him then sighed. It looked like they weren't going to be talking about this for a while. If she wanted to talk to him about it, then she would have to freeze his body and then talk to him, so her head wouldn't get almost-sliced off. She followed him, but kept her distance. Jake continued to walk without a single glance back, his was angry at the fact their family was fighting, it was because of them they wouldn't be together and the thoughts of the two family caused him to clench his hand tight"I hate them all, they can all burn in hell"he thought Stella sighed, it felt awkward now. Very awkward. She wasn't sure if anything would be the same after this, I mean, he loves he and she is not even sure she has the same feelings for him. And if she did, it's not like they could date or anything. There would be a lot of drama and surely her family would stop her and possibly harm Jake. She wanted to talk about this with Jake, but had no idea what she said. She tried to think of what she could say, but came up with nothing, just a few words that don't make any sense together. Jake growled a bit and saw a woman who was on the pathway walking towards them, Jake looked at her beauty and smiled a bit "hello there fair maiden" he said as he stopped walking and began to get into a friendly chat with the female, her beauty was starting to change his feelings, he no longer felt anything for Stella, now he loved this female named Jill (new character, if you want I will put a pic up, and now he has someone hereinabove :ROFL:) (oh god...no, thank you. Why do I say oh god? Well, because her name is Jill. E né of all names to pick you had to pick that one! :gonk: it's not that I hate the name, it just brings back memories. XD) Stella watched Jake talk and maybe flirt with another woman. She tried not to laugh. It seemed like if Jake saw a woman that was good-looking and kind of nice, he would get feelings for them. Which is great! Now she wouldn't have to feel bad about not having any feelings for him when he did. (well, I did say they should slowly start falling XD, but they didn't so Jill is here now)Jake smiled as the two seemed to chat a lot "wow, you're a stealthy person like me?" he asked smiling "that is amazing, we have more in common then I thought" he said as he smiled more, Jill nodded in agreement"I'm glad I stopped by, you're an amazing guy""thank you, and you're an amazing girl Jill" (and they were. You're just being impatient...) Stella really didn't know what to do, really. Jake was probably going to be chatting what Jill for a while, so sh figured she was going to leave. She sighed once more before she turned around and walked away. (she said they could never be, it was Jake falling for her :o)while chatting to Jill, he noticed Stella walking away "Jill, let us walk and talk" he said smiling as he began to follow Stella while chatting to Jill who was also smiling back at him "let pick up the pace a little" Jill said as they both nodded and caught up too Stella (who, if she felt the smallest amount feeling towards him, would feel guilty XD) (yeah, but wouldn't that change? When, well if, she fell in love with him, then wouldn't they try? But like I said, you didn't give her a chance to think about it and try to see if she really DID like him like Jake did. Get what I'm saying? And no, she wouldn't feel guilty she would just feel like she missed out and forget about it. Lock away any anger or sadness and then went along with her life, not really caring anymore, and she would probably just fall in love with some other guy.) Stella sighed a little when they caught up. She wasn't in the mood to hear them talk about how much the liked each other and how much stuff they had in common. It was annoying really. They were probably going to start making out soon, which, would make her gag and feel uncomfortable. (fine then -__- but if it takes more than 15 of your posts than Jill will come back)Jake smiled a bit and shook her hands "It's great to have a best friend, see you around when we come back from our quest" Jill nodded and ran off in the other direction, Jake smiled and continued to walk behind Stella, he no longer loved her as much, but he didn't care, after all she didn't love him back, if she did then she was hiding it which is she was would be her loss"well... back to walking in silence"he thought smiling at the talk he had just had with Jill (the count-down has begun, 15 and counting) (...your still totally impatient. I'm not even sure if I want her to fall in love with Jake anymore. Sgt;:'|) Stella watched Jill leave for a few seconds before continuing to look straight ahead. She knew Jake was probably mad at her, but it wasn't her fault she didn't have that much of an interest in him...at least, she thought she didn't have very much of an interest for him. Which, she thought about it for a few moments. She liked him, of course! He was nice...well, somewhat nice. And he was good-looking. She wasn't too sure if he had a lot of self-steam, but that wasn't really important. But as soon as she realized she was thinking about all of this, she mentally slapped herself and pushed those thoughts into the deepest part of her mind that she could barely get too. Those thought would more than likely pop up again soon, but she really didn't care right now, she would deal with them later. Right now she had to deal with the terrible silence and boring trip. But now that she thought about it, they had gotten no-where! They haven't picked up a clue! All that happened was that they were attacked. 'Shit!! We have just been aimlessly walking around without even thinking about what we would do once we found that wizard guy or thought of a strategy plan for going to towns! All that's happened was that we have been fighting each other and like, he's been talking to some stupid girl that walked up to him and talking about all that crap with what they like! Like walking on the beach during the sun set and crap like that. Now, I have to be the one who says 'we need to quit talking to other people and getting distracted! We need to plan what we will do and look for some damn clues!' yeah, nice... I don't feel like doing it, but I will have to.great,.', while she was having a mental conversation with herself in her mind, she was stomping off and scoffing the whole time without even realizing it. When she realized what she was doing, she closed her and stopped walking for a few seconds. She was now going to confront Jake on what they had to do. "We need to talk about what we are going to do to find the stupid stone and that stupid wizard. Alright? And no, we will not go off track and talk about any other shit until we decide on what we are going to do. Hear me?", she said sounding a little angry. Which, was because she has been yelling at herself in her mind about what's been going on. (but, but... :gonk: there goes my usual character :gonk: I guess he will just have to be a badass with no heart then :talk hand: meaning he won't help when its really needed :talk hand:)Jake heard her out burst and sighed a bit "fine, you want to know what? You can distract the guy, I will assassinate him and hey presto, he is dead, we have the stone, we go home and act as if we are all happy" he grumbled "after all, you want this quest to end as soon as possible right? And I've assassinated wizards before, well then, this quest can be over sooner than you think" he grumbled as he noticed a footprint "Hamm..." he walked over to it and grinned a bit, it was clearly a handle, but not any old handle "wizard handle... well, well, now we can get this over with quicker than evenIsuspected" he said grinning a bit more, he then stood up and looked around to her "ok, now you listen to me, and don't bother saying that's all you ever do because it's not, now what we are going to do is follow this trail, and since these tracks are two days old, we won't be stopping for two days, that way we will catch up quicker, if you don't like it, then you will be left behind, now let's go" he said in a confident voice, he then turned and began to follow the trail)Well I wouldn't feel like this if you weren't all 'I'll give you blah blah if so they can fall in love'.its just kind of pressuring me and stuffs...) "Oh my god...", Stella mumbled. She listened to him talk for a bit and when he found the footprint she stared at him. "Do you honestly think all wizards wear those sandals? He might be wearing no shoes or combat boots for all we know! We didn't even get a freaking description of the damn guy! At least, not a good one. I was informed he was wearing dark clothing and a hood over his eyes! At least, that's what they thought they saw. It probably didn't even come from a reliable source! Sure, we'll follow them if you want to...but it will more then likely be a trap if, that guy set them up.," she said starting to think for a few moments. "Its possible that those prints are from some other wizard that was walking through here. We need more proof.we should go to another Village and start asking around... Why didn't we think of that in the first [email protected] We might have actually gotten a decent clue and not been doing all of this crap! We wouldn't have met that Jill girl, we would have been on his trail, and this quest might have been done by now! As I told myself before, we have been blindly walking around doing nothing but fight and like, met questionable people!", Stella said in an angry tone. She rubbed her eyes and then looked at Jake. "Look, I don't want to fight about anything, I don't want to yell at you, I don't want to be the only person with a brain and I do not want to be on this stupid quest! They should have sent someone else because we are just not compatible for this quest! We.we are just idiots that are only good for fighting! Not anything like this! At least, I am anyway! Just go follow your clue alright? I-I don't want to do this anymore.," Stella said backing up a bit. Her mind was racing with all the things she should have done and what she needed to do but just couldn't. It was all starting to just frustrate her and confuse her now. She backed up into a tree and slid down to the ground. She needed to sit down and figure out what the next thing she was going to do and stop thinking about what she didn't do. Jake listened to her rant and his rage was building, and her last comment caused his rage to burst out"SILENCE!!!" he yelled giving her the death glare"do you honestly think I want to be on this quest either? No i don't. But I'm not moaning about it"he growled as he turned away "and if you want to run back to the kingdom empty-handed and become a laughingstock, so be it" he growled as he clenched his fist"but stop nagging at me! that's all you've done this quest! And I've had it, so you either run back to the kingdom or shut up and follow me!"he said in an angry tone, it was rare for him to be like this, but she has driven him this far"but I'm telling you now, I've had enough of your yelling at me! What have I done wrong?! What give you the right to call me stupid?! Huh?!"he growled and closed his eyes"... just... leave me be..."he said as he turned to the way the footprints lead, he didn't need her, he would do this quest alone and return to the kingdom a hero to all, and if she was to bail out, he wouldn't have to share the glory, so he didn't care if she went with him anymore, he had give up on her completely (fine -__- don't blame me if he ends up killing her though lol) (you killing her = me being mad and making her ghost haunt him. The, but like, you know she's kind of jealous. Jill and Jake had connection and for some reason it pissed her off and made her all like she's being. Stella stared at Jake for a few moments before sighing a little. "I'm not moaning about it, I am just... Not happy about it. All that's happened was like us getting hurt and crap like that. It's kind of weird. I'm just having a hard time dealing with barely any lead to go on other than a few prints from a shoe.," she said looking to the side. She leaned back on the tree and watched him walk. "I don't have the right, really... I'm not running away. And I didn't mean to call you stupid. Running away would mean I was a coward, and I am not a coward. I just have a tendency to yell when something is wrong and can't really say anything or let out to many feelings.," Stella said the last sentence fast and in a low tone. She sighed a little and decided she would let him be, but she wasn't sure if she should follow him or stay put for a while and look for a new lead. Jake stopped until she finished and grumbled "well how about you lock your feelings away like I have had too and get moving then" he growled turning around "because I am not in the mood to fight with you anymore, so either you follow now, or don't bother following me" he growled as he began to walk again, he really wasn't the mood, and he was clenching his fists, he knew it would kill his heart if she followed, but he knew a dead heart was better than being dead all together ---------- (well she had better hope she can put the jealousy away XD because at the moment Jake is a bit moody now, and she needs to follow him XD) "Locking things away isn't helping anything. All that will happen would be you exploding with emotions.," Stella said getting up. She folded her arms over her chest and started following Jake. "I'll follow you. But...we should think of a few plans. Like if this is a trap or if this is a false lead, or if this is a good lead that will lead us to him.," she said Jake listened to her and chuckled a bit not caring "well if it's a trap you had better not walk to close, then if I trigger the trap, I die for being stupid, and you can get away" he said, he felt a sudden shot of pain in his wound which caused him to stop walking, and he gripped the area in which the pain was "dam..." he growled as he looked down, sure enough he had been pushing his body too much which had caused the wound to re-open, he chuckled as he turned around "looks like I'm good as dead anyway, at least if it's a trap I will be put out of my pain" he said before turning around and continued to walk with his hand on his wound "Well, if it's a trap, and it wounds you I'll try to keep you from dying. After all, I do need to be with someone on this trip so they could help me find some things...like clues and such.," Stella said. She continued to walk when she noticed Jake stopping and grabbing his wound. She caught up to him and then said, "You need me to take a look at your wound! And you need to start healing faster...". Stella took her bag off and start rummaging through it. "Sit down so I can tend to it, alright?", she said Jake chuckled a bit "you won't need me, you could find someone more trustworthy" he said still clutching his wound "no, no, it's fine, we really must keep moving" he said with a sort of pained voice "we don't have time to stop" he said gritting his teeth "I will be fine, its just... a bit of a sting" he lied which was clear as blood soaked through his top "dam" he grumbled a bit looking at the blood "Your pretty trustworthy...and your strong, and you have good skills at finding things, so I heard. And besides, everyone would think I killed you when we go back.," Stella said grabbing Jake's arm. She tried to keep him from walking so he wouldn't make it worse. "No. We can spare a little time. If this lead is correct, then we'll be able to take a few breaks a day. And this is one of our breaks! So sit down, take your top off, and let me tend to your wound. ". "It'll get worse if I don't tend to it...and you might die from blood loss. I... I don't want that.," She said softly Jake turned around and sighed a bit as he listened to her, once she finished speaking he shook his head "what makes you think this lead is right though? Ealier you routed it was even anything" he said and sighed "fine, but as soon as you have done what ever is needed, we are moving right away" he said sitting down, he had no idea why she cared about it, it was only 2 days ago she wanted to get him out of her sight "why are you doing this, why don't you just let me bleed to death, unless you plan on killing me after we find the stone, but why not do it now? It was only 2 days ago you wanted my head on a stick, what's made you suddenly change your mind?" Stella shrugged a little before saying, "I was having a bit of a meltdown. My brain was overloading with the 'what ifs', 'we should have', and things like that. Plus, I was thinking of the possible things of leads. Like, thinking of the possibilities. Sorry I doubted it...". She pulled out the stuff from her bag and then sat next to Jake. "Deal.now.take your...top off...pleas.," Stella said feeling a little weird asking him to do that. "I don't know why. I just sort of care now. When I first met you, I was thinking that you were going to be some Jack ass that would try to kill me every chance he got...but you were a fairly nice, and you didn't seem to want to kill me... So I guess I just warmed up to you, or something... And I wasn't planning on killing you. What changed my mind? Well... I don't know, to be honest.," she said, Jake looked at her and pulled a 'huh?' face "I see... well to be honest that's what my head is feeling like right now" he admitted and yawned a bit "ok then" he said taking his top off, he saw the blood and instantly clutched his wound "dam, I thought it was just a small opening, the whole thing has reopened" he growled a bit then looked back to her "when I first met you... my mind turned to... well ashes, I had no idea what to think of you... I still don't" he sighed and looked down at his knees "and I see, so just some random mind change" "I guess we can sort of relate then.," she said. Once his top was off, Stella frowned at him. "Yes, its reopened and has gotten bigger. I told you, you needed to rest and let the wound have time to heal... This is partly my fault for letting you get up and everything...," she said with a sigh. She wet down a rag with some water and then started to clean the wound off. "Ashes, eh? Well, I guess finally seeing who we've been hating for all these years did something to us...," she said. Stella chuckled a little and looked up at his face. "Not surprising. I have been a little...odd since I came out here. I haven't been my nice, normal self since I've been a little nervous and worried coming out here with you and everything... And that, I'm sorry for. I should have been nicer and tried to be friends with you when you offered....but no, I had to be stubborn and continue to be enemies. Things would have been a lot easier and less...complicated.," Stella said before putting the rag down. Her eyes watered slightly. For some reason...it made her sad that she didn't even give it a chance... To be friends with Jake. She forced herself to stop being so sad and pushed the feeling away. She then put some disinfectant on the wound and then wrapped it up with some gauze. Jake looked down at it and growled as he felt the pain getting worse "AHHHH!!!.... I shouldn't have looked!" he called out in pain "your fault... it's nothing to do with being your fault" he chuckled as he tried to hide the pain which fail since he was starting to shake "or maybe it didn't, maybe after all these years we still feel the same way but are just hiding our in sake of the quest... if that is true we will never know until it is over" he said sighing a bit "I haven't been myself either, so there is no need to be sorry... I'm usually the quiet one who is always alone... sticking to the shadows which are my true friends... the light is one of my enemies, it gives me away unlike the shadows do" he chuckled a bit "that's why I got the name, shadow loner" he chuckled again but cough up a bit of blood "I should laugh anymore" he gasped a bit in pain "the offer still stands... well we can be friends, but never will the chance of best friends be possible anymore" he said shaking his head "after all, what you said back then was true, once we are home, our friendship will have to be broken, and we will have to go back to hating each other, and hopeful by then I will be back to my full strength... then our fights will be fair" he said shrugging knowing they will have to fight Stella was silent and let Jake talk. She was concentrating on that's why she didn't answer. She wasn't ignoring him or anything. Just concentrating. Once she was done she pulled out a lot of gauze and raped the wound many times with it. "Alright... I'm done with your wound.," she said. "We can be friends...but as you said, we will have to break the friendship once we go home. The fighting part... I doubt will happen. From what I've heard, our families are trying to stop trying to kill each other. Still fight like yelling and everything, but not kill. Which, I'm glad. Killing isn't helping us at all. If our families can get along, then we'll all be happy. But that day might never come until were long gone.," she said. Jake poked the gauze a bit and smiled ever so slightly "thanks" he said trying to stand up, he growled and grabbed the wound patch and sat strait down "ok... well... I guess we had better not get too attach to each other than... because when we get back, you won't ever see me again, no-one does, the only person who does see me if the shade... that's his name, just like mine is shadow or shadow loner, me and shade are great friends, and we are never seen by anyone... I can't wait to get back, he is like my brother" he said grinning a bit as he shifted a bit "so... tomorrow we will set off, the sooner we find this guy and kill him, the better" he said as he closed his eyes and sighed a bit as he quietly began to sing YouTube -& amp;#x202a;Hoist the Colors (Cover) Full Song with Musical;#x202c;camp;rim; (that sounds like something from a Tim Burton movie... at least, something that would be sung on one of his movies. P: or one of the songs on the Pirates of the Caribbean movies. "Right.," Stella said before sitting down next to Jake. She leaned back on a tree and looked up at the sky. She listened tot eh song he was singing and looked at him for a few moments. (it is from Pirates of the Caribbean XD)Jake finished singing his song and still had his eyes closed "well, tomorrow... we WILL get the stone, and we will succeed this quest" he said sighing a bit "then we can get our separate ways" he said as he hid his true feelings, he still liked her a lot and wished they could be together, but the sooner he got away from her, the sooner he could forget her Stella patted Jake's shoulder and got up. She stretched and then looked at him. "Were only going if you're healed. We'll just take longer if your wounded. And were both going to get out of this alive, dammit! Now, let's set up camp.," Stella said smiling a little. Jake listened to her as she spoke and nodded a bit "I know we will both live through this, I still need to get back and make my mother and father proud... at least... try to for once" he said as he nodded again "ok... camp is a good idea" he said trying to get up but failed "i... I can't get up!" "Same here. I don't want them to think of me an s a failure. I'm to damn good to be called one.," Stella said before chuckling a little. She nodded*and got up. When she heard what Jake said she frowned at him. "What's wrong? Are you in too much pain or something?", she said Jake listened to her and chuckled a bit "and I am too awesome to be a failure" he said and chuckled as he listened to her again and chuckled a bit more "well... I just had my cut re-opened and made bigger by nature" he said and chuckled as he smiled a bit but was clearly in too much pain to stand up Stella started to laugh a lot when she heard what Jake said. She forced herself to stop and waved her hand at him. "Sorry, sorry... Umm, yes your too awesome to fail.," she said snickering. Once she stopped laughing, Stella put her hands on her hips and glared at him. "I am not putting this tent together by myself and cooking everything by myself.," she said Jake smiled a bit as he heard her laugh, he felt his heart beat a bit faster, and he blushed a bit "w-wow... y-your laugh... i-its... beautiful" he said and blushed a bit more "ok... I will have to try and help" he said as he forced himself up and felt a few tears of pain build up "ok... what... are we doing... first?" he asked as bit clutching his patch where his wound was under Stella blushed a little bit when she heard what Jake said. "T-thank you.," she said looking down at the ground. She sighed and opened her bag. She puled out a box that had a Ten in it. All they had to do was open it up and set it up. She opened the box and pulled out all thew rods, waterproof sheet to go over it, mosquito mesh, and the tent itself. "We're going to try and set this up. If you start to bleed or get into too much pain, just tell me.," she said Jake chuckled a little and saw her blush which caused him to blush a little. He sighed a bit too "its clear how she feels" he thought with another sigh "I'm sure I will be able to handle the pain" he said looking in the box, this would have been easy if he wasn't injured 'what's this feeling? Its...something I'm not used to? Where did it come from?', Stella tilted her head to the side a little. She started to wonder what it was...but she let it go for now since she had to put the tent together. Stella started to put the poles together. Jake smiled a bit as he put the poles together slightly faster than Stella was, he then flinched in pain as he held his wound, after a few seconds he continued to help put the tent together "ok... I might not be able to continue to put this tent up... but I will go for as long as I can" he said not looking at her face, it would only distract him because of her beauty "That's fine...just try and help as much as you can.," Stella said before she snapped the poles together with the ones Jake had snapped together. (e__o okay, I don't know if I can make her love him...its making me sick. *pukes all over the walls* I'll try my best though.) (please try TNT)Jake smiled and nodded as he then got the main part of the tent and handed her one end of it "I will do the other end of it" he said as he moved to the opposite side and began to feed the pole through (*sigh* I don't get why you want romance in this thing...) Stella nodded and started to run the pole through the places that were built into the tent part for the poles to go into. Once she was done, she looked at Jake. "So....how are you feeling?", she asked him. (because its cute ¬_¬)Jake finished putting the pole through and felt his chest burning with pain, but he just smiled at Stella to cover it up "I'm doing fine, I can still go on" he lied (Well a lot of times it makes me sick. >x> I only like a little romance sometimes...and some rps I don't like having romance in, like this one.) Stella could tell Jake was lying, but she wouldn't say anything. He would probably just continue to lie. Although, it grated on her nerves that he was lying...but there was nothing she could do about it. They seemed to be done with the tent now. They just had to fasten it to the ground with steaks. Stella pulled out a mallet and some steaks, then she handed two of them to Jake. (we agreed to romance though :gonk:) (yeah....but now I feel like this isn't the type to have romance. ’T) (then we will have to make a new one :talk hand: you promise this would include it) (woah woah woah... I did no promising there Jake. >> I said sure. That's it) (fine, you may make her hate him, just don't annoy him... or he will kill her XD) (I'll make them perfect friends. C: it seems appropriate. Now, post reply in the RP so we can continue! D:) (I will once I have thought of a plot for the new one)

The great quest (Momochan and DraginJake)|rating:3.0

The Traveler's Tale - IC

Low Market, Artisan's Quarter, Free City of Grey hawk; 5th hour past noon, 11th day of Flock time, 591 Scythe late afternoon sun of early summer shines brightly on the cobblestoned streets of the Artisan's Quarter as the hustle and bustle of the Low Market begins to dwindle, the shadows gradually lengthening with the approaching onset of evening. This week in particular has been abuzz with the arrival of the first caravans of the season, having traveled to the Free City from far-off places like Desmond and Nerdy to trade in exotic foodstuffs, furs, gems, and cloth in exchange for the bright gold and silver that seems to flow so freely in the grand capital of the Flatness. Most stay for only a fortnight, some even less, before their wagons are once again groaning with the weight of new goods bound on new ventures. At a nearby message post, a member of the messengers' union stands stretched on tiptoe, pounding a nail through a parchment notice to affix it to the well-worn wood. The poor fellow's teal-and-mustard varicolored outfit is sweat-stained; the nearly-empty bag of rolled parchments by his feet suggests he's been all over the city today doing the same task. Once the recalcitrant piece of iron has sufficiently pierced the post to gain purchase, the man sets another nail in place at the bottom, so the contents are revealed for all to see. Salts' Grand Caravan departs for Hardly by boat - 15th Flock time, noon sharp! Wharf #6 - Silver Dawn Passengers - 10gp Extra trunks - 1gp each Sell swords welcome must bring own equipment apply to Quartermaster Gaff at the Whistling Fish Inn, River Quarter Anna nil half stumbles towards the post and the note. Getting up to it, she leans on the pole to steady herself. Hmmm. Guard duty. Not glamorous, but it pays the bar tab. She mused out loud to herself. Random heads to the message post after leaving the inn he is staying at. I suppose protecting a trading caravan could be a good way to stretch my legs. He says smiling, then he notices the woman staggering around near the pole, Are you alright? Anna nil nods before turning to the man. Yeah, just a long night at the bar. She responds. Name's Annalise says holding out a hand for a handshake. Remi Revel"Oh, there you are!" The voice appeared to come from a man walking briskly through traffic. He looked to be in his mid-twenties, garbed in threads of Meridian patterns and a feathered felt hat. In his clenched right hand appeared to be a crumpled parchment." You are the one posting these posters, yes?"the man walked closer with a smile, opening up the parchment in his hand, revealing it to be the same as the one the man of the messenger's union had just posted." So sorry to have taken down one of these, I am interested with the work it says here. But I am new to this city, and I was wondering if you could lead me to..."he looked at the parchment's content,"...to the Whistling Fish Inn?" Random takes Anna nil's hand in his, gripping her hand confidently and firmly. He gives a grin, My name is Random, I take it you are interested in this job, from your reaction to the posting? Spoiler: If Remi was addressing me, because I'm not sure if he was Hide Random turns to the man who approached him. They aren't my notices, but I do know the location of the Inn you ask about, I'll be happy to escort you there. Anna nil blushes at the hand grab.Yeah, I am. You know anything about it? She asks. Random releases his grip, still smiling widely, I don't know much of this specific trader, but caravans generally pay fairly well, plus you get loot from any raiders who you kill or subdue whilst providing protection. The best part of travelling with good caravans though is that they quite often go to interesting places, which, to me at least, can be better than gold. Interesting places, huh. Annanil mused out loud. Random winks, They are the best places to pick up valuable goods for caravans to trade. Remi Revel"Oh. So terribly sorry to have mistaken you. That is a bit embarrassing, if I should say so, to have mistaken a perfect gentleman as yourself for a mere messenger. Ah, not that it's a bad thing to be one, honest folks they are...aha ha ha ha!" Remi's face was a bit flustered." Ehem, in that case all is well. I will gladly take you on your offer, thank you very much," Remi spoke, beaming, as if the blunder never happened at all." Remi Revel, by the way. And may I ask as to the good sir and lady's names?" Random turns once again to the newcomer, My name is Random, Random Garrick. It seems you are both interest in the same job as me. He grins, I would be happy to show you to the inn, we can all have an ale together while we wait our turns to interview. Remi Revel"A pleasure to have made your acquaintance, Sir Random. And I would be delighted to work with you. If I get accepted, that is. Ha ha ha!" Remi kept the conversation while they began to walk towards their destination." But definitely the ale,"he smiled. My name is Anna nil. The lady said gesturing to herself. Remi Revel"A lovely name for a lovely lady,"Remi replied with a slight bow." So I take it you two have been traveling together? So sorry for imposing myself." Anna nil blushes again, clearly new to the attention. I'm uh. No We just met. She clarifies. Remi Revel"Ah, well then it seems we all just met! How poetic! This must be fate!" Remi exclaimed, maybe a bit too loudly." Ah, this is how they always start, yes. Those famous adventurers. Having chance meetings and humble beginnings, then going on to shake up this very world's foundations!"he continued with exaggerated body motions and a wide smile. Then,"Oh, so terribly, sorry. I have this habit of easily getting carried away. Ha ha ha!"he said, dropping his head and scratching the exposed part of his hair." But wouldn't it be grand, yes? If that were all to happen to us. Yes, that'd be grand indeed." Spoiler Hide I'm just keeping the RP going here. If you guys are ready to have the trio reach the inn, I'm good to go. Unless our last player wants to show up before then. Random's grin grows with each sentence out of his new friend's mouth. You and I are of a like mind friend, adventure calls to my blood like a siren song. If the two of you are prepared, we can head to the inn right away. Spoiler Hide RP is fun! It's the heart of DnD, and we shouldn't ever feel the need to rush to the Inn if anyone has any RP left in them for a scene. We can always meet our last member at the inn if we need to. This is going to be my first adventure. Annanil admits to the two men. Remi Revel"I don't have any other business, so yes, I am up for heading to the inn and starting this adventure!" Remi replied." Oh, wait! Let me see..." From underneath his cloak he produced a small bag, a haversack, and opened it. He seemed to be looking for something inside with a worried look, counting it seemed, and when all was accounted for, his smile returned." Yes! I am all set." Turning to the lady, he added,"Oh, the first time is always special! Right, Sir Random? Why, I still remember mine like it was but yesterday! It was nothing big, but the thrill!""he regaled before lunging forward, piercing and an invisible enemy with an invisible sword, "and the gratitude of the people you help is the biggest of treasures one can receive,"he turned and smiled." Do not worry! With us by your side, we will make this especially so for you!" A haggard dwarf walks up." Are ye here ta join they caravan? I'm Zircon Iron hold, Dwarves War master. 'Tis an honor to meet ye!" His thick Dwarves accent immediately obvious, not that it bothers him." Ye'll need a skilled high'er, and they's where I come in." I am a skilled fighter. Annanil replied pointing to the bow on her back. I do know how to use this. "Aye, but yer not a dwarf." Zircon says, his racial pride and boisterousness coming through. And? Annanil asks. "Dwarves 'er better warriors than anyone else. Or at least Elves." Zircon says. But I'm not an elf. Annanil points out. Remi Revel"Now, now,"Remi cut in." Let us save our skills for whoever dares to attack our soon-to-be employer's caravan, shall we? I am sure there will be plenty of opportunity there, though may Harlingen forbid so." He smiled, like he hoped that would somehow make the others smile with him. "All high'." Zircon said, his face curving into a light smirk. Random smiles, what a day, 3 new friends already. If you would like, we can head to the inn now, wouldn't want some upstarts taking our job. He says winking. The actual messenger is so flustered by the boisterous presence of Remi that he just stands there, stammering, and when Random steps into the conversation in his stead the poor fellow is once again consigned to his life's lot of ignominy. Snatching up his satchel of notices and nails, he storms off into the market to continue his assigned duties. Meanwhile, the motley quartet follows Random's lead, cutting south through the Artisan's Quarter on the gently downhill-sloping road that eventually leads to the Marsh Gate. Before the city wall is in sight, though, an outsized building can be seen looming on the east side of the street. Clearly built to giants proportions, it nonetheless has a busy stream of human and Demi-human clientele moving in and out of the large front door even at this time of day; hung from the stone facade is a sign depicting a large fish and several cartoonish musical notes. Through an adjacent alley, a similarly proportioned cottage can be seen abutting the larger building at the rear. Both have steeply sloping thatch roofs, a rustic oddity in this cosmopolitan city. "Interestin' architecture, 'ere in Grey hawk." Zircon says. Anna nil looks at the city in wonder. I've been here a week, and this city still astounds me. She states. Remi Revel"Indeed. It is as they say. This city is a melting pot of different cultures and races. Truly the Gem of the Flanders,"Remi agreed, nodding his head with his right hand stroking his goatee." Ah!"he exclaimed as the signboard with the rather large fish and musical notes caught his eye." I assume we have arrived at our destination?"he asked, looking at Random's direction. Indubitably we have, my friend. Randor says with a hearty laugh. Let's head inside, I could use an ale. Remi Revel"Oh! Just in time! That walk has made me thirsty. Nothing a good mug of ale can't fix!" Remi grinned, then marched forward, and when he realized the others weren't following, stopped and turned around." Well, don't just stand there! Come on, gents! And lady. We can do the architectural appreciation as much as we want later. Ale waits for no man!"he laughed." Oh, right. We should probably sign up for the caravan first. What we came here for, after all. Wouldn't want to have, as good Sir Random put it, upstarts taking our jobs, now, would we?"he said before turning back towards the direction of the inn entrance and continued his march." Excuse me, sire (or madame). We are here for this,"he reached inside his pocket for the parchment and unraveled it for the inn attendant to read. Zircon smiles." Fer ale, ye can nae beat they great flavor of Iron hold Stout." He says." Barmaid, I would like some Iron hold Stout, please an' thank ye!" The inn attendant is a catfish girl of about fourteen, who hops down off an oversized barstool and scurries over to the doorway, her twin dishwater-blonde braids trailing behind her freckle-dotted face. Her smile could light up the room even on a cloudy day, and she bobs a quick curtsy with a practiced spread of the hem on her blue plaid dress. "Good morrow to you, sirs and madame; if it is Master Gaff you seek, you'll find him in that booth yonder." She extends one arm to point to the north side of the taproom, where a stout, bearded man sits alone, marking books by candlelight. The giants proportions of the room make him almost look like a dwarf, except that his close-cropped auburn hair and beard are decidedly dwarfish." I'll have to see whether we have a cask of the Iron hold already open, sir," she answers Zircon's hearty plea with an earnest nod. "If we have to crack it, I must warn you of the three gold piece tapping fee. Unless you'd like to purchase the whole cask, in which case I'll find Master Grue nab so you two can settle on the price." Zircon smiles, and tosses her a small bag of gold." An' keep they change, lass! Good ale is worth every gold." Remi KrevelRemi patted the dwarf's back." I'm learning to like you more by the second! Ha ha ha!" "Right, so there's our man. Let us go and get this done with. Don't want to have the ale waiting!"he smiled as he waltzed through the taproom and over to the man who was called Master Gaff." A good day to you, sir! My colleagues and I would like to discuss this,"he placed the ad on the table for the man to read,"...ad you posted. We are interested in the position of your caravan guards. You are hiring, yes?" Anna nil chuckled too as the bag of gold flew to the girl. Then as they talked to the man. I'm a skilled bow user if it matters. Annanil replied. "An' I'm Zircon Iron hold, Dwarves War master." Zircon introduces himself. Random approaches with the others. He sweeps his cap off, doing a short, but elaborate bow to their future employer. Last, but almost certainly not least, my name is Random. I kill things in interesting ways. He says grinning. Master Gaff pauses mid-scrawl and peers up from over the table, which, on account of the building's scale, reaches up almost to his armpits. "Yes, indeed I am," he rumbles in a gravelly but pleasant voice. "Though you are the first to apply. I had set those notices for posting a good three days ago. Blasted guilds--give them the power of negotiation and their quality runs right through the floor. Given your various introductions, I think I can safely assume that you each can provide your own equipment. In addition to food and transportation for this five-day journey, you'll be paid ten gold pieces per day--each--and double it if you prevent any losses, should we encounter trouble on the trip." He furrows his bushy red-brown eyebrows together. "You'll be required to submit to a brief magical exam prior to reporting on board. If that's a problem with any of you, you're welcome to find employment elsewhere, but you'll not find caravan pay more generous than Grand Master Salt provides." Meanwhile, the surprised barmaid has hurried to the cellar and now emerges slowly, rolling a small keg up the railed ladder until it lands with a thud on the worn wood floor. Zircon immediately recognizes the Iron hold crest emblazoned on the side of the iron-banded barrel as the girl maneuvers her way toward the bar, rolling the vessel of dwarves brew ahead of her. Remi Revel"Ten gold pieces a day and food. Not bad, not bad at all. I'll take it!" Remi beamed and extended his right hand to shake Master Gaff's." Do we need to sign anything? Oh, but before I do, a few queries if I may. If it's not something to be kept a secret, may I know as to the destination of this caravan? Also, would you be opposed to the idea of me peddling some of my own goods during the trip? I happen to be a businessman as well, a perfumer if you must ask. A no-name perfumer, just starting out, but I am planning to make it big someday! Who doesn't, yes?"he turned to his companions, as if expecting them to automatically nod." I have samples here if you want to try them out. They're of good quality, and quite revolutionary in terms of the scents I am able to produce, that much I can be proud of!"" And lastly,"he paused, unsure whether to ask or not, but he continued, "...exactly what sort of magical examination is required?"he finally finishes with an awkward smile. Anna nil nods at Remi's last comment. Yeah, that part's got me curious also. She states. Zircon smiles when he sees the crest." Good on ye, lass! That's much better than that Stone beard moose urine." He says." I like they terms myself, and would gladly submit ta any magical examination, me bein' a rightfully nonmagical dwarf aft'r all." Random just smiles still, I've no problem with submitting to your tests, as long as the tester doesn't get too touchy-feely. "Oh, nothing dangerous," Gaff growls out in assurance. "We just need to know that you're telling the truth and not some bandits trying to infiltrate through lies or enchantments. Won't take more than a couple of minutes." He takes his book and blows on the freshly inked page to make sure it's fully dry, then flips back a couple of pages. "If you're in, sign on this page and report to the Silver Dawn at sun-up on the 15th." Turning to Remi, he addresses the perfumer's queries. "From Hardly, we'll be continuing on by boat across to Safe ton on the Wild Coast, and then overland through the Formal Mountains to ULK. As for your personal wares, so long as you're not competing with our cargo, I have no reason to object. If Grand Master Salt takes on a load of perfumes, though, we'll probably have to come to some contractual terms so we don't end up paying you for us to take a loss." Zircon nods." Lortmil Mountains? 'Ats Stone beard territory. If'n we bump into any dwarves, be very careful. Stone beards're surly and disrespectful." Remi Revel"Yes, yes, understandable, sir. I see no problems at all regarding your requirements. Very well then! If I may,"he motioned to borrow the man's quill, then proceeded to sign where the caravan master pointed as neatly as he could. He then stepped away from the table to let the others sign." Go on, go on. Sign up! This is one promising trip! We get to see the ocean, then the mountains. How lovely! Quite frankly I've never been to the seas, so this is indeed exciting!" Remi said to his comrades like a child a day before his first hunting trip. Then, eyeing the barmaid and the keg in tow, he darted off towards her." Hurry up, you lot. There might not be a drop of this fine Iron hold Stout left if you take your time any longer!"he grinned. Turning to the barmaid, he asked,"Can we take that one?"pointing at one of the vacant booths. Zircon signs and sits in the booth." Aye, lass, bring ye they ale o'er here, and 'ave a mug herself! I's nae e'day they' ye tap an Iron hold Stout!" Anna nil nods and proceeds to sign the contract. She then walks off to the booth and waits for a cup. Wonder how this will taste. She muses. The arrival of the new keg causes quite a stir in the taproom, and by the time the contract is signed there's a crowd of patrons buzzing around the bar for a taste. The slip of a barmaid has her hands full until the noise draws the attention of the Whistling Fish's master--the hulking half-giant Grue nab. A bit of a hush falls over the room as the big proprietor stomps in from the backyard, an armful of four-foot logs stacked like kindling and tucked in one elbow. "Ho now, what's this?" he bellows. "You all be leaving Miss Lexie alone, and you'll get your ale one at a time." After stomping over to the fireplace to deposit the wood, he returns to the bar and lifts the cask with three fingers, depositing it on the bar with ease. A pat of his palm is sufficient to knock the tap into place, and he holds a giant-sized mug underneath with practiced care to ensure not a single drop is wasted. While Lexie tends to the crowd, Grue nab looks over everyone's heads until his gaze settles on Zircon. "You there, good master dwarf--you have uncommonly good taste! Are you part of Master Gaff's caravan train, and if so have you brought me a good dozen or more casks? My stores are running dry this time of year!" "I am' my comrades 'ave just' signed on fer guard duty, though I would nae doubt they' we could send some Iron hold Stout yer way, wit' proper payment, o' course. Uncle Sigmund's a lit'LE picky about' they ale stores." Zircon said. Remi KrevelAfter receiving his own share, he sat down. He brought the drink to his nose, swirled it a little and took in the fragrance of the dwarves brew, before taking a gulp." Mmm! Ahh, this is good! The roasting of the malt is just perfect! I can see the ingredients are of the highest quality, yes, but there's something there that makes it all so...different. So different in the best way! Do pray tell, master dwarf! Is it the water, the yeast, or is there something you put to make this exquisite stout?" Random signs the sheet with a flourish and seats himself. Never one to turn down an ale, he drinks his in a single go and slams his mug down. Fantastic, though I still prefer a good even wine myself. Anna nil sips before trying. And absolutely hates it, making a face. Anyone want the rest of my glass? She offers as she calls the barmaid over. Zircon reacts to Anna nil's dislike with a look of bewilderment most UN-Dwarven." What? Are ye daft, lass? Hobo'y looks Iron hold Stout on they firs' sip! Have herself ANO'er, and it'll grow on ye!" He says. With Grue nab pulling the pints, Lexie scurries over to heed Anna nil's wave. "Can I get you something, miss? Perhaps a bit of goat, or a loaf of brown bread?" Can I get a drink of anything else? She asks. Zircon grumbles." Aye, whey'e'er ye have ta offer for din'r you'd be nice, ma'am." Random turns to the woman, If you have any fowl, I could use a bit of such thing. Remi KrevelRemi nodded." Excellent suggestion, sir. I would like some bread and a potato to go with the fowl, then,"he addressed the barmaid. Lexie is unflustered by the flurry of requests, being used to such banter in an easygoing tavern such as this. "An' it pleases you, I'm sure I'll find something a little lighter. We've got some cold chicken, and bread and cheese in plenty, and potato soup in a beer broth. Anything else?" Her pert blue eyes dart from patron to patron, but unless someone speaks up quickly, her feet are already shuffling slowly backwards, getting ready to accelerate her toward the kitchen. Zircon smiles." Chicken and cheese with bread, and a bowl of that soup sounds right nice." Remi Revel"Mmm,"Remi nodded his ascent." Sounds lovely." He then raised his mug and rapped on the table." Gentlemen, my fair lady, I would like to propose a toast! To a start of a good friendship, and to a crazy and wonderful adventure ahead!" Random drains his own mug, then the one offered by Anna nil. Hear, hear. May our coffers flow with gold and our bellies be filled with the finest fare. We shall prosper for each other's company I think. A great journey lies before us, I hope you will all be up for it! "Aye, may our journey be fruitful, our battles challenging, and our victories GLORIOUS!" Zircon shouts as he slams his ale back, and slams his tankard. Lexie hurries back with a laden tray and quickly serves out the meal. For Anna nil, the barmaid has a wooden pint mug full of a tawny liquid that smells of honey and peaches. "Summer mead; I dare say it should fit your fancy," she says with a pert smile as she scoops up the empty tray to return to the bar. While the merriment continues, fostered by the free-flowing dwarves brew, Master Gaff remains in his booth, carefully checking and double-checking the figures in his book. At length, he blows on the last page to dry the ink, then closes the tome and tucks it carefully into a black leather satchel. He hoists himself down from the booth and, with a gruff nod to his new hires, proceeds up the stairs to the inn on the upper floor. Remi KrevelHaving partaken his meal and his fair share of the liquor, Remi stood up with a smile stuck on his face." Ah, my friends, I could go on drinking with you until the morrow, but alas, I am afraid I have had my fill of the liquor. I would like to go on, but I certainly do not want to miss our caravan. Tomorrow! We leave!"he spoke, his speech showing signs of the alcohol in his system." Miss,"he raised his hand and called out to the barmaid,"do you have a vacancy?" "Naturally," Lexie replies after skittering over from her usual post in response to Remi's wave. "Just for you, or for all of your friends? It's five pieces of silver for a private room with two beds, or five copper pieces to bed down for yourself here in the common hall." Anna nil puts a gold piece into Lexie's hand. Two private rooms please. She states. Remi KrevelRemi looked at Anna nil, processed what she just did, before looking back at the barmaid." Yes, yeses. Uhm, can we please have one extra bed in one of the rooms. The lady will be taking one room, Anand the three of us will just share the other,"he motioned to himself, Random, and Zircon." Friends, I shall go on ahead. Miss, if you can please lead the way." I'll share a room, I don't have a problem with it. Annanil replied exasperated drinking from her new glass. I'll sleep wherever, if it causes a problem I can just sleep in the common room. I'd prefer not to alienate my new friends so easily. He says winking. I am used to sleeping in the dirt anyway. The least problem would be bunking with me. Annanil replied. We'll all be sleeping closely anyway shortly. Remi Revel"Nonsense!"he cried out to both Anna nil and Random. "A lady needs to have her privacy, and there will be much for sleeping all together and on the dirt starting tomorrow. Let the lady have her own room, and us men will have our bonding tonight,"he continued, with a smile and conviction brought about by tipsiness. Random holds his hands up, surrendering. My lady, if you would not be offended, then I will take the empty bed. Better than the floor. I would be offended if you refused. Annanil replied. Lexie watches the banter with some amusement. "I'll just be a moment to fetch the keys," she interjects with a subtle smile as she tucks the coin in her apron and scurries off to the oversized stairs, tackling them gamely with her skirts fluttering behind her. She returns clutching two intricately carved brass devices, each bigger than the palm of her hand and dangling from a loop of cut leather almost half an inch across. She passes them to Anna nil and adds, "Breakfast begins at the first crow of the rooster and runs through the second hour of dawn." Anna nil nods to Lexie, and pockets the keys. So me and Random in one room, Remi and Zircon in the other? She asks for clarification [color="#cccc66"]"Works fer me."[/c] Remi KrevelRemi put his hand forward at Anna nil, asking for the key to their room." Yess, that is fine. Your lot can stay if you want, but I need to go on ahead." Anna nil nods. Have a good sleep. She says with a smile handing the key to him. After enjoying their beverages' courtesy Zircon's generosity, the party retires to the upstairs inn and enjoys one last night in a bed--albeit a giant-sized one--before rising the next morning to begin their new journey together as hirelings for the caravan of Master Gaff. The hour is announced loudly by the innkeeper's rooster, the repeated crow of which is answered readily by the dogs of the neighborhood and soon followed by the daily din of water-gatherers, torch lighters, and merchant-carts signaling the nearing of market time. Above all, the smell of freshly baked bread wafts up the stairs from below, enticing hungry travelers to breakfast." Good morning, Master Gaff!" Grue nab's giants voice bellows, carrying readily through the building. The rest of the conversation, if any, is carried on in more civilized tones, overtaken by the general babble of the growing crowd in the taproom and in the street. Remi KrevelHaving had a good amount alcohol the night before coupled with the plushest bed made Remi sleep as good as he had in a while. And when Remi had a drink, usually that made him wake up a little earlier, as was the case then. Which was all good, since he had to prepare his wares and other more potent concoctions. By the time the crows broke the relative silence of the night, Remi was all prepared. When Grue nab's voice bellowed through the inn, that was his cue to go down. But not before waking Zircon up." Master dwarf! Come! Adventure awaits!" Zircon nodded, pulling his axes out and sprinkling a little bit of blessed Iron hold Stout." Drink up, Grandfather Mil lander." Random stretches, hopping out of bed. He begins changing his clothes, from his nightclothes to his flamboyant blue adventuring gear. What a grand day to start an adventure. At length, Anna nil joins the rest of the group, and find Lexie in the common room serving up heaping plates of thick-cut bacon, toasted black bread, and a ruddy concoction that looks like a combination of egg custard and coarse grits. Master Gaff is nowhere to be seen, while the giant owner of the tavern can be heard whistling in the backyard as he chops wood. As the petite blonde barmaid fixes up portions for the newest arrivals, Grue nab comes stumping in with two vast bundles of wood clenched tightly within his massive arms. "Ho there, good morning!" he bellows cheerfully as he passes through the crowd of tables, the split logs dangling menacingly over his patrons' heads as he crosses to the fireplace. Remi Revel"Good morning, sir"Remi greeted the giant." Lovely beds you have here!"" Also, perhaps have you seen Master Gaff?"he asked, his voice failing to hid his excitement. Anna nil takes a seat next to Random with a plate full of Bacon and the concoction and starts digging in messily.He is probably just.... Annanil started with a mouthful of food, then thought for a moment, chewed and swallowed. He probably overslept. She reasoned. "Ah, he left quite early today; took no breakfast!" Grue nab booms in response before gingerly setting down the piles of split logs near the fireplace and nudging them into place with one booted foot. "You'll probably find him down at the waterfront, for it's where he goes every morning. Took little Bill am with him for a page boy, he did." Lexie nods knowingly. "That, or he's with the caravans' tent village out on the east side of town. He goes there some days to check on the pack animals, and always asks for his clothes to be freshly laundered when he returns." Spoiler: IOC Hide Sorry about tardy, guys. The finger is bothering me more than I would have expected. Zircon ate." Aye, a sensible man makes CER'in 'is travel method be in good shape." Remi Revel"Then we best take ours quickly."" Did he mention what time we were leaving, by the way?"the question directed at anyone listening. Lexie comes over to collect empty dishes and check on drinks. "I don't know when he would want you to be leaving, but as for Master Gaff, he is checked in through the fifteenth." She offers a pert smile. "I take it you are heading out with his caravan? How exciting! I've always wanted to see the world, but... well, even with Master Grue nab paying as well as he does, it's not the sort of thing a common serving girl can afford." Remi Revel"Wait,"Remi stopped himself before laughing." I actually thought we were departing today. I must be hung over. Ha ha ha!"" Right then, what shall we do for today?"he asked his companions. The group quickly comes up with a half-dozen errands to do, all of them leading toward a visit to the dock to see the ship they'll be tasked with guarding along its way to the south. There are supplies to be gathered, weapons to be sharpened, armor to be oiled, prayers to be offered to the gods, tabs to be settled, and a quick lunch before walking down the cobblestoned streets to the riverside quay that is a major trade hub in the central Flatness. The wharves are crowded with seafarers, traders, longshoremen, and hundreds of visitors. Zircon's burly form proves an effective battering ram to part the sea of people, but the taller humans have to keep him pointed in the direction of Wharf Number 6, where the Silver Dawn bobs gently in the slow current of the wide river. It's a long, wide vessel, sitting low in the water and possessed of only a single triangle-rigged mast; the oar slits on the deck level further suggest the ship is propelled by strength of arms. The gangplank is unusually wide, big enough to drive a cart up onto the ship without having to resort to ropes and pulleys to bring cargo across. The deck is surprisingly empty, with only a couple of crewmen working to smooth out the wooden surface with the use of holystones and a bucket of fresh water. Remi Revels soon as the group reaches the ship, Remi could not help but run up the gangplank and across the deck to the railing on the other side. He closed his eyes and took a long, deep breath from the sea breeze hitting his face. Opening them, he smiled and turned." Come on up!"he called out to his companions." This is going to be great!" He then looked around for their employer, and noticing he was not anywhere he could see, approached one of the crewmen working the deck floor." Excuse me, sir. Is Master Gaff here already?" Anna nil chuckles and runs after Remi. Let the rest of the group keep up. She jokingly chided to Remi, doing her best to hide a smirk. The crewman accosted by Remi looks up at the well-dressed man and quirks a shaggy eyebrow over his thick, curly beard. "Eh? He went to the outskirts to supervise the animal train's procession. They should be arriving for loading within the hour. You passengers or crew?" Remi Revel"Ahh. I see. And we are crew. I think. Well, we were hired by Master Gaff as escort,"Remi smiled at the man before turning to his companions." We were a bit to early I suppose," he grinned." Shall we have a look around first, then?" Turning back towards the crewman, he inquired." Would it be possible to have a look around while we wait?" "Go right ahead, mate. That ramp up there forward will take you down to the hold. First deck is where we keep the animals; second deck is for people; third deck is for cargo. Bilge is beneath that, in case you want wet and stinky. Staterooms for the captain and caravan masters are back aft, down the companionway by the tiller. It's off limits unless you've been invited. Mind the lines on the mast, and for gods sake don't go climbing up on the spars. I'm Ball, by the way." He offers a grimy hand toward Remi. Remi KrevelRemi took the hand and shook it rather vigorously, his eagerness for the trip clearly showing." Remi. Remi Revel at your service, Mister Ball,"he said with a grin. Turning back to the others, he continued." So, shall we? Let us take a look at our quarters." "Aye, I must' agree wit' my compatriot, Master Ball." Zircon said. The sailor goes back to his work, while Remi, Zircon, and the others head over to the wide ramp leading down into the barge's cavernous interior. The pungent smell of animal dung wafts upwards from the shadowy darkness. The ramp itself has been studded with thin wooden slats every foot or so, providing a bit of extra grip for animals, carts, and people moving up and down, though at the moment there's no particular need for the help. The animal deck is low-beamed, barely big enough for a horse to fit under the cross-supports even with its head drooped low. For most humans and certainly all dwarves, though, it's pretty spacious. There are empty animal pens along the outboard sides and centerline, running from the stern all the way forward to one of the few fixed wooden bulkheads in the vessel. On the back side of the ramp, there's a much more slanted companionway that dives to the decks below. The berthing deck is filled with much smaller "pens" for its herd of humans. The walls are lined with fixed, coffin-like bunks, six feet long, two feet deep, and two feet high. Those bunks have thin straw mattresses and woolen blankets. The remainder of the deck is relatively spacious, but the dozens of hammocks tucked into the overheads suggest that when the crew is resting, there is almost nowhere to walk without ducking and weaving through a maze of sailors sleeping suspended by rope netting. There is almost no light to be had, as the sunlight from two decks above does not penetrate, there are no windows, and a trio of oil lamps are the only illumination. The smell of human sweat is strong enough to replace the more fragrant manure aroma from above. Anna nil takes a tour of the ship. How do people handle ship life? She mutters to herself. Remi Revel"That is one question we landlubbers would never know the answer to, I'm afraid,"Remi replied, stressing out landlubbers with his best imitation of how a pirate would say it. He looked back at the web of hammocks and down to their probable quarters, trying to get his mind off the myriad smells assaulting his sensitive nose. Had he not accustomed himself to such pungent odors, he would have had serious problem. But maybe he could make something out of them, he thought. For his more, unsavory products." Quite lovely accommodations, don't you think?"he asked grinning, not with a little sarcasm in his voice. "All right then, I think we have seen everything here. Captain's quarters?" "You mean the part that's by invitation only?" Random replies with a faint smile. "Maybe we should secure an invitation first." From somewhere up above, there is a tramping and creaking sound, and the ship takes on a barely perceptible list toward the direction of the wharf. It seems to go on for some time, and after a few moments is accompanied by the lowing and neighing of burdened animals. Remi Revel"Well, yes. We invite ourselves?" Remi asked with a sheepish grin before laughing." Ah, it seems the animals arrive. Maybe Master Gaff is with them. Come, let's go back up!"he said and lead the group back. Anna nil chuckles at Remi's initial comment. At his suggestion however she perks up Yeah, that seems like a good idea. She states starting to move.

The Traveler's Tale - IC|rating:3.0

Sexual Enchantment (DarkLAz and Enticed Essence)

Alex was just settling in at the families lake cabin when his phone rang. His sister was coming home for the summer and wanted to stay with him. That was no problem. His calendar was empty and it saved him the worry of severe boredom. The city was a bit much this year, and the cabin had recently been cleaned and stocked. It had three beds and a working bath, with ample sized tub. He was, after all, 6'1". The average tub was small. Well, Bella would be at the bus station by the time he got there. If he worked it right, she would not have too long of a wait. He looked forward to the visit. They could catch up and spend time together. He was always close with his younger sister. More than they were with their parents. Both busy professionals. Why she had to be stuck at an all-girls school, she had no idea, but she absolutely hated it! No boys?! What was up with that? Her parents had paid for tuition, so she did try to do her best while there and pull good grades, which she did. It was killer on the sex life though, which was probably why her parents requested that she go there. It was a private college, and this was her summer break between her freshman and sophomore year. She was looking forward to going home. At least there would probably be boys around when she was out in public. Her plan was to go and stay with her brother at the cabin by the lake. The two of them spent almost every summer there, so the idea of it made her happy. She had packed a giant suitcase with clothes in it, and she also had a rolling bag with wheels that was more rectangular. It held other non-clothing items that she wanted to bring with her: her makeup, a few books, sunscreen, stuff like that. She had to take a bus to get to the city where the cabin was located, but she didn’t mind. It could have been worse. She could have been hitching rides. Elizabeth would never do that, since she knew how dangerous it was, but see? It could be worse. Peeking at the small, black-faced watch with its black band on her wrist, she stood up as the bus stopped. She knew her brother would be here soon. It was not a far drive from the station to the cabin. Getting her rolling bag from beside her, she stood up. It felt nice to stretch. Her long legs needed to move after sitting for a while. She had denim shorts on that went to the bottoms of her thighs in length, and a black t-shirt. Black shoes and socks were on her feet, and her long, strawberry blonde hair was pulled into ponytails upon her head. With her free hand, she placed the buds into her ears and turned her music on low while taking her bag and rolling it along with her. She would need to get the bigger, heavier bag in baggage claim. So, she got down and out of the bus, lifting her smaller bag with care and looking around before she started to head inside in order to go claim her other suitcase. Her iPod was stuck into her back pocket on her shorts as she let the music play, a happy smile forming on her lips. He pulled in roughly after she'd been there a half hour. It would have been sooner but traffic and the truck slowed things. Now he was here. Looking around, he quickly spotted her. He knew that beautiful smile anywhere." Bella. Over here." he waved as she approached. Hugging her as she stepped up. "Ready for summer in the wilderness with your big brother? Bugs, wild animals and unfiltered water for swimming?" he teased her. Time didn’t seem to matter at this point. She had gone to baggage claim and found her large suitcase coming down towards her. With her wheeled bag sitting on the floor beside her, she used both hands to lift it from the conveyor and set it on the floor, to her other side. There we go. Now, her right hand grabbed the handle of the wheeled bag, while her left hand grabbed the handle on the suitcase. She thought about waiting inside, since bus stations often had odd characters running about, but it was such a nice day outside. If anyone bothered her, she would just kick them in the crotch. Heading over towards the entrance doors, a polite young man saw her and held the door open. She thanked him, and he smiled, even calling her ‘gorgeous’. Silly boys! She mentally giggled, but simply smiled and shook her head. There were benches outside and a lot of them were under wide awnings. So, she found a nice, shady spot and took a seat. Her bags stayed next to her as she listened to music. It wasn’t either long before her brother came by. In fact, he pulled up right in front of her.“Alex!” She stood and waved to him, though he wasn’t that far away. She didn’t think about her bags at that moment, instead hurrying over to her brother and nearly jumping at him, giving him a giant hug. He hugged her back, which felt great. “I missed you!” She said excitedly. He asked if she was ready for bugs, wildlife, and unfiltered water for swimming. “Of course I am,” She countered. Elizabeth had been looking forward to this. She loved swimming in the lake and hanging out outside. If you held still, sometimes a deer or some rabbits would go past. It was so wonderful! The freedom she would have, compared to school, would be refreshing. "God sis, but you've gotten even prettier. Any trouble with the other girls hitting on you at school? I know at least someone has flirted or complimented you. They can't all be blind." he teased." I have everything ready at the cabin. We are completely stocked and summer ready." He gave her a good look over. Man she had developed nicely. Soft and curved in all the right...or wrong...ways. Was he seriously checking out his own sister? And why not? There was no one the other trusted more and they had always been really close. He wondered just how soft those curves were. Well, they had all summer just the two of them. His words made her laugh and smile. It was a happy sound, and it made her glad to be home. “You wish!” She teased him back about other girls hitting on her. No, she didn’t swing that way. “Well, yeah, I’ve gotten a few compliments,” She told him, though they were nice compliments from the other girls, not anything naughty or perverted, which may have been what ran through his mind. “That sounds wonderful,” She added about how he made sure the cabin was ready. She couldn’t wait to get there! One of the first things she wanted to do was take a long, hot, bubble bath. The tub at the cabin was huge! She hadn’t noticed that he was checking her out and staring longer than some might feel was okay. It took her a minute and she looked away at the front of the car and then back to him. He was still looking at her! Her brows arched and she chuckled. “What? Do I have something on my face?” She asked then. Truthfully, she didn’t mind if he wanted to stare at her all day. It might be kind of nice to have some male attention, even if it was from him. He was an attractive guy, after all. His dark eyes….and the very beginnings of a five o’clock shadow were forming on his angled features. Oh, now she was staring at him! Damn it! She laughed again, a warm sound that filled the surrounding air.“Come on now, Alex. Help me with my stuff, please?” He melted at her please. Yep. He was hooked and hooked hard. Grabbing her stuff, he loaded the back and opened her door, watching her firm ass as she moved. Unless something occurred from her end, he was likely in deep trouble." Sure thing, Bella. So, still prefer the lavender scented bubbles? Or have you grown out of it? I could always loan you some of my soap." he grinned as he teased. "So, what horrors have you been subjected to, other than no boys to torment." At least she didn’t have anything on her face….she hoped. He didn’t tell her otherwise, she figured she probably didn’t. If she did, he would have told her. Without a word, he took up her bags, as if they weighed nothing, opened the back, and put them in. He was always a strong one. She could lift them, and had, but the one with clothes was kind of heavy, so it was nice not to have to lift it right now.“Thank you,” She added back to him, unaware that he’d been eyeing her rear. “Oh no, I still love the lavender bubbles!” She exclaimed, looking forward to that more now. “Your soap? What kind of soap do you have?” She asked, looking to him curiously. Opening the passenger door, she slid into the seat and closed the door behind her. Buckling herself in, her eyes peered to him.“Well, the no boys to torment was the worst,” She laughed again. “But the teachers are really strict since it is a private school. They have no sense of humor, Alex! A few friends and I have to create our own pranks just to get a laugh during the day, though that’s not every day,” She admitted, looking forward out of the windshield. “Sometimes it is just quiet and boring. Lots of studying. It’s nice to get away,” She glanced back to him. Before buckling in, he reached to brush a stray bit of hair from her eyes, and in so doing lightly touched her cheek." Same soap I've always used, sis. So, any favorite subjects they offer? Or is it just boring all the way through? "She had to have noticed the slip. Why was he acting like she was a girl he intended to seduce? She was his sister for Pete's sake! He was going to have to keep reminding himself. Never mind. Now all his mind came up with was seducing her. How could she not notice? He was acting weird! She saw that he didn’t buckle in yet, and instead, reached over to brush some loose strands out of her face. It caused her to watch him carefully and she held a breath. His fingers touched her cheek as he tried to get the hair removed from her view. Her eyes went from the errant hairs to his face. What…? What was he…? Exhaling then, she tried to ignore that her heart started to beat faster.“Hamm….same soap?” She quietly asked, her mind still spun at the idea of what just happened. What had he asked her? Oh! Right! She blinked a few times, trying to straighten out her mind. “Oh, well I do like my history classes,” She fell back into her previous thinking. “Yeah, those are pretty good. The science class is okay. The rest are kind of…meh. There was a creative writing part of my class in English, so that was fun, too,” She said to him.“Alex?” Her eyes peeked over at him. “Are you going to drive or are we going to spend summer in your car?” She teased him, but she wanted to get up to the cabin. With a start, he realized they had not left yet. He was driving. Cranking the truck, he tried to focus. "That's good. History is an important subject. Science can help you know what plants and animals are native to what region. Creative writing can broaden and stretch your mind and imagination." Shortly, in less time than the drive to pick her up, they were at the cabin. The trees were in their warm weather colors. And the lake was properly cleaned and partially shaded with a new rope. Before long, they were driving up to the cabin. Everything looked so different here, different from where she went to school. At school, it seemed even the grounds were manicured and cut properly each week. Here, the land was natural and wild. She loved that about this place. Staring out her window, she watched the trees go by, the mountains. Soon, she could see the lake, and then, the cabin. “There it is!” She pointed and smiled, as if he didn’t know where it was. She knew he knew where he was going, but just seeing the place again made her cheerful. Elizabeth had listened to what he had to say on the way up. He told her how the subjects she liked were important. She knew he was being helpful and she appreciated it. Once he stopped his truck, and parked it, she would open the door and scoot out of the seat, using her legs to push her up to stand. One hand would rise up to shade her eyes as she viewed the serene sight. It was going to be a perfect summer! It looked well taken care of. Dropping her hand back to her side, she looked over at Alex. He was glad to see her so happy and peaceful. Grabbing her gear, he led the way and pushed open the front door." Get situated first or a swim first? Either is good for me. We have plenty of real food, no school cafeteria mystery meat. " He informed her. The lake cabin had always been their refuge. Mom dad rarely ever came out, especially since her sinuses went haywire. Dad refurbished it as a haven for them. They had explored, dove, swung and camped inside and out countless times over the years." Home sweet home, Bella." He grinned at the truth of that joke. Wide screen television with surround sound. Full home entertainment center. Large refrigerator and deep freeze. Loaded pantry and plenty of firewood, as well as central heat and air. Alex immediately went to the trunk and grabbed her stuff. She hadn’t even thought to ask or get it herself. That was sweet of him, she thought. He walked towards the cabin, so she followed him, and when he pushed the door open, she went inside with him. His words made her laugh then. WWW, cafeteria mystery meat! That sounded so gross! Ugh! She was always thankful for how this place was kept up. It always had the best food, the best snacks and drinks, the best views…. And the camping was excellent. There was TV, an entertainment center, air conditioning and heater, which could be used whenever they decided to come here.“Yeah, it is,” She thought about that, glancing around the interior of the place. This cabin had a lot of sentimental value for her, and hearing him say that made her realize it more. Her hands absently brushed over the back of the thick couch as she stood by it, her mind thinking. Then she remembered her brother had asked her something; if she wanted to settle in first of go for a swim first. Luckily for them, nobody was around. The isolation up here was something she always liked about it. Sometimes, there were other people passing through during any given time, but right now, it was quiet.“Swim!” She exclaimed with a laugh, quickly removing her shoes and socks, leaving them on the floor where she stood. Fast as lightning, her shorts dropped, and then she reached down to remove her shirt from over her head. Tossing that down with the rest of her clothing, she turned and ran back out the front door, heading straight for the lake. “Catch me if you can!” She yelled back to him before hurrying to the water in just her undergarments. Alex openly stared as Bella streaked across the grass in nothing but underwear. He had seen her like that hundreds of times and for that reason. But this time it froze him in his tracks. His little sister was Sexy. And he was staring at her, with quite the boner too he realized. Gulping down his shock, he followed suit and not to be outdone discarded even his underwear right before hitting the water. The two of them were always competing over something, or sometimes nothing. He could turn this around to bite her in the butt - and that sounded like fun too. He wondered what she would taste like. Elizabeth remembered having so much fun at this cabin with her brother. Over the years, there were countless good memories. She knew she would always have that, and it wouldn’t ever leave her. Right now, as she ran outside in her bra and panties and ran for the water, she had no idea if he was looking at her. She assumed he would come running after her because they always had that competitive streak between them. She was already in the water, facing the cabin, and it wasn’t a moment later that he came running out. Knowing he was still so competitive with her made her laugh! That, and that fact that he was willing to jump in as well. Yay!!! “Hurry!” She yelled at him, and right before he got to the water, he dropped his underwear before diving in. Her eyes widened. What?! She hadn’t been expecting that! Little sneaker! If he hadn’t been moving so fast, she might have gotten a glimpse of…yeah. Maybe it would have been nice, though, to see it. Trying not to think about that, she looked for him in the water and saw him. “Oh you little brat! Just had to outdo me, huh?” She laughed then and reached under the water, her hands moving back to unclasp her bra. Once free, she then brought her legs up in the water and removed her panties. Bundling them up into her hand, they would have enough weight to them from the water, so she tossed them out and onto the grass. They made it too! She laughed again and looked to him, then stuck her tongue out. “Touché!” Although natural and straight from a nearby stream, the lake was clean and clear. As Bella removed her bra and panties, Alex could get a rather good view of her assets. Which meant that she in turn would be equally able to see the erection he now had. Her breasts were firm with erect nipples surrounded by a circle of blush colored flesh. Eyes wide, he gulped and dared to look down. Lightly tufted red brown hair crowned the perfect pussy." Um, Bella. You um. That is, I um. "He turned bright red instantly. He was in way over his head and could think of nothing but how beautiful she was and whether he could possibly get in bed with her. Alex was no virgin, but this was his sister. The water wasn’t even cold, which was so nice! It was more lukewarm. Not realizing, or caring, how clear the water was, she hadn’t thought about it. She was out in the lake having fun with him and was just laughing, the stress of school melting away. Elizabeth swam around a little bit so as not to just sink, though…she wouldn’t have sunk. When Alex started to say something to her, she looked over to see him.“What?” She wondered gently. Why was he turning all red? “Alex….are you embarrassed in front of me?” She considered that for a minute, She didn’t remember him being embarrassed before. “Alex!” She grinned then, wanting him to cheer up and feel better. Her eyes watched him, and she looked down to his chest, his shoulders, even lower, and she saw….not what she expected. It was a pleasant surprise. Maybe that was why he was embarrassed. Though…he shouldn’t be. He looked very nice, from what she could tell. Staying afloat in the water, the lake covered her to her upper chest, but he could still see everything. “Alex.don’t be embarrassed,” She told him kindly, and she started to swim towards him. Not even sure if he was embarrassed, she just assumed so. “I am going to come over there and get you,” She tried to joke around with him, wanting him to not be worried about the situation. She had seen naked men before, just…hadn’t done anything with one. His eyes widened. She was coming to him and all his thoughts could say was omigodomigod demigod. He mentally shook the cobwebs loose right as she reached him." Bella, hi there." he managed to grin. Good. He could handle this. As he went to give her a teasing kiss, one hand reached around to pinch that perfect ass. The sight of his eyes widening made her smirk. Aha! She would get him good! She was all set to try to tackle him, sort of, in the water. When she reached him, some of his embarrassment seemed to slip away, and he grinned to her, which made her smile back. “Hi,” She would say to him. When he leaned close to….give her a kiss, what? She chuckled and waited, holding still to see if he would do it. Her mind didn’t register what he did, though, because she felt him pinch her rear,“Ahh!!” She squealed loudly, more from the shock than the pain. It made her instinctively jerk her body forward, trying to get away from the pinching, which caused her body to smack right into his. She felt her breasts hit his chest and…something else touch her lower. “Alex!” She screamed, then laughed. “Oh, you are so going to get it!!” She teased then, and she tried to push off with her legs in order to give herself a little bit of height. If she could do it, she was still going to try to tackle him in the water. Hiding his shock and embarrassment, he laughed. "Got you good, sis. Now what are you going to do about it? Can't catch me. I swim faster." Now this was familiar territory to both of them. The teasing and competitive games had been the norm most of their lives. Using the distraction and familiarity, he regained his courage and decided to raise the stakes. He would give her one score on him, then it was his turn. Instead of just pinching her ass, Alex was planning to grab a feel on one of her breasts. That would teach her to strip in front of him. If he was shocked or embarrassed now, she couldn’t tell. It felt like they were kids again. It was easy enough to ignore their adult bodies with adult parts, at least for a moment. He did have a point. He did swim faster. Probably those built in flotation devices slowed her down. So, with him giving her a chance, she lunged at him and tried to tackle him into the water. If he went under, she’d go with him, and grab onto his body. Her arms would snake around him, and she would pull him back up just long enough to tickle him. Alex was indeed a good swimmer. He decided to loop around behind and surprise her that way. His erection less visible from that angle." I've got you this time, sis. No way out." he said to himself He was a decent distance from her; enough that she actually had to swim a little bit to get there. So, she dove in and swam hard, but when she got to where he had been, he was gone. Oh, big surprise! “Alex!” She yelled in frustration, laughing then, knowing he was often one-upping her. Then she would begin turning where she was, looking for where he might be. He couldn’t have gotten far. Her hair, which had been wet from about the ears down, was now soaked all the way, even though she still had low ponytails in. She hadn’t thought about taking them out before she jumped into the lake. Alex slipped up behind her, his erection brushing her ass, as he reached around and squeezed her breasts-pinching her nipples." How do you like that, Bella? Enjoying our competition?' He grinned as his erection grew. Not much he could do about it, so he was still cautious about where he let it rest. Elizabeth had not seen him as he managed to sneak up behind her. She was distracted by looking out in the distance over the water, trying to figure out where he had gone. Floating in the water, the surface of it brushed along her chest, keeping her form hidden below. She felt something brush her rear, and before she could try to turn to see what it was, Alex had grabbed her breasts with his hands and squeezed her nipples. Gasping loudly, she jerked forward a little, pure reaction. “Alex!” She screamed then, momentarily ignoring that it completely turned her on. Her nipples almost instantly became stiff from the pinching and, of course, the sensation of her breasts being grabbed. Turning to face him in the water, she grinned. “Well that wasn’t fair,” She stated, giving him a pouty look. “My turn!” She said and reached down to grab him in his most intimate place, squeezing, but not too hard. Alex's eyes went wide for a moment. Had she really just gripped him there? And he stiffened in her hand too." Bella, are you sure that is where you want to grab? I mean, things could get started that would quickly escalate. Not to complain though." he grinned as he trailed a hand up her belly and to her breast. He flicked an erect nipple just to see her reaction." You are kind of easy on the eyes." he stated. Elizabeth liked that she caught him off guard for a moment. Seeing his eyes grow wide like that was amusing enough to make her grin. She hadn't thought about it too much, except that she wanted to grab an intimate spot on him as he had done to her. It was mostly done out of playful revenge. She did feel him harden more in her hand when she grabbed him, but it hadn't stuck in her mind long. It wasn't until he posed his question to her that she did start to think it over. She had no idea his hand was sneaking up her body in the water. Well, did she want to stir that beast within him? She felt his fingers and hand touch her skin near her stomach and keep going up. Several thoughts went through her mind, but when he flicked her nipple, it sharply brought her attention back to him and she gasped. She fought her first reaction, and once his words flowed to her, she smiled and moved herself even closer to him. "Easy enough on the eyes that you like what you see, Alex?" She asked in an innocent type of tone, a bit curious. "Baby sis, I like it very much. Question is, do you like what you see and have at your mercy? The girls around here don't compare to you. Feeling adventurous? Because if you keep that up, something will have to be done. Leaving me hanging, so to speak, would be mean." He lightly squeezed and rolled the hardened peak as they both teased each other. Honestly, Bella had blossomed and bloomed into a beautiful young woman. Hearing his words, his question to her, she smiled, her eyes half closing in joy. "MMM, I do like what I see and have at my mercy," She practically purred to him. He liked the sight of her, even naked like this...a lot. She felt the same way about him. Was she feeling adventurous? A bit, yes. She didn't want to leave him hanging because, yes, that would not be very nice. Her hand had continued to hold him in his intimate place underwater. Once she realized she still had him in her hand, she almost let go, but...didn't. She liked how he felt. While he teased and played with her nipple, it's becoming even harder under his attentions, she would use her hand and her thumb would lightly stroke the tip of him, from the opening and down one side, then repeat. "Alex...be careful here. You may be starting up something that has not yet been started. You sure you want to do that?" She asked in a low tone, as if having a private conversation between the two of them. "Bella angel, if we start this, I have every intention of seeing it through. What about you? Can you see it through? Wet yet? I bet you are. And likely tight as well. Here, or at the cabin; lady's choice." He was already fully hard and considered where they were headed. Did he want her? Yes! Did she want him? She hadn't stopped or slowed. He took a risk and bent his head to capture the nipple he'd been teasing. Mmm. Sweet and lightly salty. Her hand still held onto him as they spoke. She didn’t forget it was there, she just….liked holding his member. With a nod, she smiled. “Of course I would see it through. You are lovely, Alex,” She told him then, and she didn’t just mean in the physical sense. With his question, she bit the corner of her lower lip with her upper teeth and then let it go. “MMM,” She answered to him. To say she was wet inside was a little bit of an understatement. He said it would be her choice if they sought this through where they were or in the cabin. She thought it over. She definitely wanted him. As she considered the options, she felt his mouth move to one of her nipples, which made her gasp softly before closing her eyes and letting go of a whispered moan. That had been unexpected, but she enjoyed it so much already. Her hand grasped him down there and her opposite hand moved under his chin in a rather light attempt to bring his face away from her nipple. If he let go, as she was hoping he would, she would guide his face upward so that she could kiss him. That’s what she wanted to do. Feeling her gentle hand, he allowed her to end that sweet kiss. Alex was hard and wanted her now. But this was her game. He had stated so, and had always given her that position. One hand slid down to caress the sweetest of treasures, her pussy. He had dreamed of tasting and filling it many a night." God Bella, this is the most enjoyable torture. If you are absolutely 100% certain, then the balls are in your hand. Since when did you develop into the sexiest thing around? " Alex brought his face away from her nipple so she was able to kiss him. Her eyes closed as her other hand held him lower, and her tongue snaked into his mouth, enjoying him. The muscle frolicked in there, exploring his mouth, and after a few moments, she would stop, hesitantly. Her eyes would open to see him and she would smile. "There. Not so bad, right?" She grinned more. She then gasped again, breathless, as she felt his hand touch her in the same place she touched him. "Alex.," She smirked then, squirming a little bit under his touch. Her fingers would stroke him, gently, as they played upon the other's skin in the water. His words made her blush then. "You are so sweet," She would say, averting her eyes, embarrassed, before looking back to him again. "I am certain, Alex. I want this, and you. You know, I have had a bit of a crush on you for years. I just....could never tell you about it." "You had a crush on... I have been spying on you since you hit 16. So where shall we start? Here in the lake, or back on dry land?God, you are so tight. Besides, if you keep that up, we'll finish it here and now." He groaned at how good Bella was at stroking his cock. He wondered what else she could do. Now was definitely the time to learn. And he thought he knew her! This was a surprise-and a massive turn on. She couldn't help but grin when he started to ask about her having a crush on him. It made her chuckle. When he admitted to spying on her since she was sixteen, her eyes went wide. "What?" She had no idea he'd been after her for so long. He was so sneaky about it, she never knew. "I would like to start in the lake," She smiled to him, still touching and stroking him. With his words, she slowly let go. She did not want to finish here and now. No way. Not since they had both revealed this new information to each other. "Well, Alex....if you end up cutting it short...just know, I will keep going and will probably make you continue with me for several rounds. Breaks in between? Perhaps. But you now have a long day and night ahead of you. I hope you can handle it," She chuckled again. "Is that another of your famous challenges, Bella? Don't I hold the record for winning those? If you so insist, I accept and name the stakes. If you win, I am your slave for a week. If I outlast you, I have you as slave for a week. Agreed?" He said with a smirk. In truth, if the record were examined properly, she was ahead by a decent margin. His words made her laugh and smile then, shaking her head. "You were always so competitive, Alex. Then again, I am, too." She actually hadn't meant her words to be a challenge, but now that he had made it into one... what? Slave? He was in good physical shape, and he did often win things over her, but she wasn't sure if he was really ahead or not. "Hamm...before I agree, you have to tell me what a slave would do," She grinned, waiting to hear his explanation. Alex considered a moment, then responded "Well, run your bath, cook all your meals, laundry, bathing assistance, massages. Treat, spoil and pamper you at your whim. Can you tell what it would entail on your end? You know I won't back down from a challenge." He grinned and tweaked a nipple. This could be interesting. Each had been crushing and spying on the other for a while. What mom and dad didn't know, well, an adventure was definitely in store for them. Waiting to hear what he would say, when he finally told her, it made her smile. That actually sounded nice. She knew this could, and probably would, get super competitive between them. That was okay, though. “I think it would be about the same on my end as well,” She smiled to him more. Either way, it sounded like they would both have a great time, win or lose. “Okay, you’re on,” She chuckled then and felt him toy with one of her nipples. It was unexpected and caused her to take a breath in, her nipples both reacting to his touch and hardening then and there. “Alex!” She squeaked again and giggled. Trying to push his hand away to stop his teasing, she would lean in closer to him and just nuzzle at his neck before licking it a few times, purposefully slow. With a growl and a grin, he replied "You're on, sis. " And claimed her mouth hungrily. Arms around her, he slid into her warm pussy and nipped at her tongue. This was going to be fun, win or lose. Bella had fueled many a night's content over the years. And now he had the reality of his fantasies egging him on to see which would outlast the other. Moving one hand to her hair and the other gripping her ass, he deepened the kiss, making it a consuming fire. The way he growled and grinned made her chuckle. He told her she was on, so that meant....challenge accepted! Uh oh. She half expected him to back out once they actually talked about this, but when he seemed okay with it, eager for it, it made her wonder. He was suddenly upon her and there was no escape, not that she wanted to. Elizabeth had many fantasies of her own about Alex over the years. She felt his strong arms wrap around her, and she felt happy, safe. Her arms rested upon his shoulders, as there was not many other places they could go in this hold. They were still in the water, which helped him push easily into her. She groaned softly into his mouth as their tongues played together. Her eyes were closed. The nipping at her tongue made her mentally smile, but she kept holding onto him as he started to take her already and make her his. One of his hands moved to her hair and she felt it. Her arms wrapped loosely around his shoulders and the back of his neck, her breasts pushing against his chest. With his hand grasping at her rear, she then brought her long legs up and wrapped them around his waist under the water, pulling him even closer, pushing him further up into her. Her hands reached for his hair and playfully tugged as it as she equally returned his lust filled, hungry kiss with the same need. The taste of him was in her mouth. She wanted the scent of him all over her body. Pulling her tight against himself, Alex forced his cock balls deep into Bela and squeezed her ass. Gods, how he loved her, and now he could make hard passionate love to her in a very welcome marathon session. Lifting he, and then allowing her to slide back down, he controlled the starting tempo and intensity. It was no complaint if she switched it up, Bella was the most beautiful thing h knew of and fully intended to love the experience and her. Elizabeth felt him pull her tightly to himself, and she could feel her body pressing up against his. Her breasts pushed up against his chest and her long legs would automatically wrap around his hips. Within what felt like seconds, he plunged himself into her, causing her to gasp, losing her very breath for a moment. As he squeezed her rear, she caught her breath again and her breathing quickly became a bit labored. She was certainly not expecting that! “Alex!” She half screamed into the surrounding air. She was glad they were the only ones around this place. If any people were in the area, they seemed nowhere near her and Alex. Her arms wrapped around his shoulders then, and she held on. She liked the way he grabbed her rear and moved her, at his own pace, up and down upon his length. Alex claimed her mouth hungrily, stopping any further comment. Bella was his, and he made love like a starving man. As she accepted his attention unreservedly, he gave it fully. If things ended with children, he had no problem. He loved her and adored her. Going through the water, he carried her to shore and towards the cabin. This was going to be special for her. She deserved nothing less. This was his chance to let her know just how he felt. His fingers held her ass tight as his foot opened the door. Up against a wall, he drove into her. His mouth had her tongue and bottom lip alternately. In her mind, for just a second, she chuckled. She never would have imagined that this would be happening when he picked her up today. Elizabeth felt like it would just be another great summer between the two of them, apparently with the two of them silently keeping a crush on the other. Now, here they were in a most intimate enjoyment of each other. This was so unexpected, but she was glad it finally happened, was finally out in the open. She loved him, and he loved her. Sounded nice. Any further words she could have spoken, or sounds she might have made, were silenced by his mouth taking over hers. Her heart started to speed up just a little bit as she felt his tongue pushing in to seek hers. At once, their tongues met, and her arms held tightly around him, keeping her securely in place upon his body as much as his own hands did. Her eyes had closed, and she breathed through her nose, since her mouth was occupied. Alex began to walk with her still wrapped around his body to the shore. Water from the lake dripped heavily from her skin and long hair, sliding down in places where it could not just fall. She knew he was equally soaked. A few moments later, they were free of the water and heading for the door, their mouths still as entwined as their bodies. How he was able to even see for some of that, she wasn’t sure. Perhaps it was muscle memory. The cabin door behind her was pushed open enough for them to get inside, and he continued to carry her in. She tried to reach for the door to shut it behind them, but she wasn’t sure if it would work. Alex took several more steps, her body still covering his, his hands still holding her rear, before she felt a solid surface at her back. Her eyes blinked open to see where they were. She couldn’t move much as he held her against the wall. Had his tongue not been in her mouth, she might have been able to say his name, questioning. Instead, her eyes closed back down, and she felt him push harder and faster into her body. A sharp inhalation was taken through her nose and she made a sort of hybrid moan/whimper sound, which indicated she loved this. Her body was already pretty wet inside, which being in the lake had only accentuated. She felt her muscles beginning to build up that tension. She didn’t want to stop, though, not at all. Not anytime soon. With one arm still around his shoulders, she reached up with her other hand to caress his cheek, tug at his long, wet hair a little while they enjoyed each other. As she tugged his hair, he thrust into her and gripped her ass. He sucked hard on her tongue as if trying to inhale her entirely. Pushing her against the wall, he pulled her against him as if they could truly become one person. He had dreamed for years of making love to her and maybe even giving her children. This thought spurred him on, and he growled into her mouth as he took her wildly, a wild animal claiming its mate. Breaking the kiss, he groaned, "Bella love. I want you to have my children. Teach them love and respect. Show them that what mommy and daddy do is not something bad. Be there with me as we teach them and be there for them through questions and learning their bodies." While her hand played with those heavy, wet stands, she continued to enjoy how they physically fit together. Her eyes were closed, and she kept breathing through her nose. She could feel him lightly pull upon her tongue as they kissed and the way he shoved himself into her, the passion was there with each push. They clung tightly to each other, and it wasn’t just because of being actually joined together, but also because they cared so much for each other. Elizabeth could feel him pushing her against the wall, with no room to move, as he pressed into her. Her long legs wrapped as tightly around him as she could manage with his movements. She tried to hold onto him with her legs and arms as he claimed her for himself. The growl he echoed into her mouth drove her crazy, and she smiled into their kiss before she felt a moan echo back into his mouth from hers. She wasn’t sure how much longer she would have until her first release, but it was very close. She liked the way his body felt pressed against her own, the way he was so dominant in his manner of taking her. It excited her. When he broke the kiss and groaned, she caught her breath and smiled, licking her lips as she opened her eyes to see him. “Mummy, don’t stop,” She told him with twinkling eyes. Then he spoke to her and she listened to his words. He wanted her to what? A genuine smile formed upon her lips as she heard what he had to say. She never would have thought he would ask her that, but when he did, it made her very happy. All she could do was grin, and she nodded her head as he finished. “Yes. I would love to, Alex,” She happily agreed. It blew her mind that he loved her so much that he wanted to have kids with her. Her heart pounded with joy at the idea, as well as lust from what they were doing. “I want to be with you. I love you,” She responded then, her hand moving again to his face, his cheek, placing her palm there as she just leaned in to give him a simple kiss on his lips. As much as she wanted to kiss him deeper, she also wanted to give him time and space to respond, her chest still heaving with excitement, and catching her breath, as it pressed against his. "So, when is our first daughter due, my love? I can't wait to meet her and start loving on her." He kissed her and held her close as he slid in and out of her tightness. With their kiss soft and broken, she heard him respond and it made her chuckle. She reached up to hold his face gently in her hands, her mouth moving closer to his to kiss his lips again. Her hands would drop back so that her arms could wrap around his shoulders, and she leaned her face back enough to see his. A smile was upon her lips, even as he continued to push himself into her. “Well, if I had to guess, I think it would be about nine or ten months from now,” She grinned wider, then tightly wrapped her legs around his hips, giving him a squeeze as her insides clung to him, causing her to then moan. Her muscles began to tighten, just slightly, and her back arched forward, a little bit away from the wall where she was pressed to. “Alex…you drive me crazy…” (Nine or ten months? 8-9 is average. 10 would be overdue.)" Any ideas for a name? And what if it's a boy? Oh my, look at that! Hardened nipples and is that a tiny pearl beading at the tip of one?" He caught the suspect tip in his mouth and suckled hard on it. He loved everything about the way she tasted. He had many nights worth of plans on seduction a lovemaking in mind. (Silly! I was taking into account the first month that the child is born, a very new baby.) Her mind was so preoccupied with him that she hadn’t even been thinking about kids, what to name them, or any of that just yet. When he asked her about it, it almost shook her from her lusting intentions. Before she could think much about it or try to think about names for a child, he went back to talking about her breasts and her hardening nipples. Tiny pearl? She didn’t think she was pregnant yet or forming breastmilk. She hadn’t had sex with anyone in months. Alex was her first in about a year. As soon as his mouth caught her nipple, and he began to suck upon it, she closed her eyes, leaned back against the wall again, and tightened her thighs against his waist and hips. “Alex, oh gods…what are you doing to me?” She breathed heavier, her words a whisper. Her arms held around his shoulders still, a little tighter, as he did this. She didn’t want to lose the bet they had going on between each other. “Mammal, you are just making me want you more,” She groaned softly, her insides holding and caressing his length. "Mmmhmmmnmm. POP! Making love to the most beautiful woman in the aristate area. I think that with a little more effort, I can drive you crazy and have you explode before I do. What do you think, my lover? You and me together, until we grow old. Children. Grandchildren. A great big family, spread out around us somewhere private. On that note, he found a sensitive spot behind her ear and nipped at it as he thrust once again. The way he sucked upon her nipple and then released it with a ‘pop’ sound made her eyes close then, her body reacting and pulsing around his length on the inside. Oh, she was going to explode if he kept that up! His words made her open her eyes and she looked to him, trying to focus on that instead of how he moved inside of her. Oh, so he was trying to get her to explode before him? Brat! She was about to answer his question, but then his next words caught her and made her think. Growing old together with a larger family did sound nice. When he nibbled at the spot behind her ear and pushed into her again, her eyes closed for a moment again, and she bit her lower lip. “Mummy, I think a family sounds good, Alex. I think being with you forever sounds nice, too,” She added. Her head had tilted to one side so that he had better access to the spot behind her ear and she liked how he nibbled at it. “Even if you make me explode before you, the point of this is who can last longer….mmmmhmmmmm….” Alex grinned. "Sister dear, as tight as you are, I'm not sure if I can hold out. I may go first at this rate. I would love that idea. It has been a fantasy of mine for years. I have the sexiest babe in the aristate area in love with me. MM MMM! God, sis. So tight! "He claimed her mouth again a tried to focus on outlasting her. He placed a hand on her lower belly, just above her pussy a gently but firmly pressed on her. He had heard or read somewhere that this heightened the sensation for them. As far as he was concerned, he had already won. She loved him and wanted the same future he did. Even if he lost the contest, he had won in reality. Putting all of his love and passion into it, he let her know just how he felt in that kiss. Elizabeth saw him smile, and it warmed her heart, making her smile in return. When he spoke, it caused her to lightly bite her lower lip. The more he moved within her, the more she was getting closer to her first climax. His words made her chuckle, but then as she felt him inside of her, she closed her eyes, moaning softly again, enjoying how he felt while inside her body. She was about to say something then and her eyes opened, but with his mouth coming back to her own, she let her eyes close and let him access her mouth with his, her tongue tasting his. Her arms and legs stayed wrapped around him and her hands went to his hair, her fingers beginning to twirl into it and tug lightly. She was so close now and her inner walls tightened upon his length. His hand rested, then gently pressed, upon her lower stomach. This caused something inside of her to rub more upon his length. She moaned into his mouth as they kissed, breathing through her nose. Her nipples were barely close enough to his chest at the moment to truly feel his skin, but they did just brush his chest, causing them to harden more. With a groan of good-natured resignation, Alex cried out and shoved deep as his climax roared through his body. Hot bursts of thick rich cum roping into the innermost areas of Bella's pussy. He had indeed lost their 'friendly' little wager, but she loved and accepted him equally. A new family, a new start, children and growing old together. Exploring their growing relationship for years to come." God sis, I am your willing slave for the week." he admitted as his body relaxed. That had been the most intense orgasm of his life. He would not trade this day for anything in the world. Elizabeth heard him groan and then, as he made a louder sound of absolute pleasure, her arms pulled him close and held him tightly to her while he climaxed inside of her. It was beautiful and it felt even better. The way his hardened length shot into her and unloaded his seed caused her to almost lose herself at that moment. Her long legs squeezed around his hips as she clung to him. Unable to hold back any longer, she felt her own climax begin. It soared through her body, recurring in several molten waves that would cover his member fully, mixing with his juices. “Mammal…. Alex,” She held him tighter as her muscles tightened, her insides tightening and pulsing around him. As her own orgasm spread through her, her body would slowly relax as his had been starting to do. There was a lot that had happened today for them and knowing what she knew now, it made her happy. The grip of her legs and arms relaxed more as she leaned back to see his face.“Yes, it seems you are…unless, you want to go for best two out of three?” She smiled then and chuckled. Elizabeth had a healthy, sexual appetite and could go for another serving of Alex meat. She leaned in close to him and kissed his lips. It started out chaste and gentle, but seconds in, she was pushing her tongue into his mouth, trying to get the taste of him even more. Relaxing in a post orgasmic sump, still half erect an embedded in her tight pussy, Alex sighed happily." My sweet Bella. If we remain this energetic, we could eventually have a house full of children. Little boys for you to teach about love and respect. Little girls for daddy to teach honesty and sincerity. They will all know that true love is not shaped by social norms. But by what the heart decides. Loving each other and truly being free of damaging thought patterns." He caressed her hair and kissed her deeply. A long life together with his sister as wife and mother of their children. This got him hard again, if a little sore from the exercise previous. Elizabeth could still feel him inside of her, though his member was softer, not nearly as stiff as before. When he spoke, his words made her chuckle and smile. He touched her hair and then moved closer to kiss her deeply, which allowed for her own desire to kiss him deeply to flourish. Her hands moved up and over his shoulders to play with his hair and her tongue swirled around his own, taking the taste of him with it each time it pushed around the interior of his mouth. She could feel him hardening inside of her, and she grinned, slowly breaking the kiss. “You know, you keep that up, I might just have to order you to take me again,” She chuckled and would kiss his lips eagerly. "Order me?" he chuckled. "Indeed love. And what do you think could hope to keep me from you? I plan on ravishing you till you can't stand. I want both of us so worn out that we need a couple of days just to recover." he smiled and kissed her deeply. "I do believe that our first will be the prettiest little girl in the neighborhood. But first, we will need to locate somewhere safe for us. Staying here won't work. We will need somewhere new. Somewhere we won't be judged on our relationship." “Ravishing me until I can’t stand? I like the sound of that,” She grinned then. Her body was starting to want his again, and she felt her inner walls pulse against his length. It sounded amazing that he was planning to keep doing this to her, wanted to take her for himself until she couldn’t move. Taking a couple of days to recover sounded blissful to her. When he kissed her deeply, she kissed him back, her eyes closing and her hands twirling within his long hair. Her tongue sought his, wanted to taste him. A soft moan escaped her mouth and echoed into his. Her tongue licked the roof of his mouth, his tongue and then his lips. “Do you…know of a place like that? Or….should we look into it more?” She asked, not sure if he might already have a place picked out for them. "We need to start looking. There are communes and special communities for just about every other special circumstance. So why not a second chance for someone like us? Besides, children one day. Somewhere safe for them-where they won't be harassed for their parents being brother and sister.Like-minded individuals, looking for some peace and security." He held her close and stroked her hair. It would truly be a dream come true. He loved her dearly and now that their mutual desires were in the open- a home for the to raise a family. He had some experience in electronics and security systems. A job shouldn't be too hard to find in a place like that. “Oh okay,” She said to him. So, they would need to start looking. There had to be places like that, she thought. There had to be places to live that were nice for people of special circumstances like them. He did have a point. They needed someplace safe to raise their kids. While he held her and touched her hair, she leaned against him and softly sighed, enjoying every minute of him. “I love you,” She told him with ease, her voice soft and gracing his features, his cheek the surface provided for her kiss at that moment. Her thoughts drifted to how life might be when she was pregnant and had a family with Alex. "As I love you, my sister. Nice house on plenty of acres. A pool, books, anything they could need. Once old enough; each would have their own room. Six children; 3 boys and 3 girls. And us with plenty of time to practice making more. I have plans of making and keeping you very happy. As well as quite entertained. A gym and exercise equipment for family workouts. What do you say to that? " The way Alex spoke of how their home would be, their family, she couldn’t help but smile. She liked how it sounded. It did surprise her that he wanted a larger family, but she could also imagine him with a handful of kids, their kids, surrounding him and learning from him. The process of making more, and practicing, sounded quite good to her as well. “I think it sounds quite good, Alex,” She told him honestly. "I shall see if I can make some discrete inquiries find out what may be available. Likely a move across a few states, as I know there is nothing in this immediate area. Plus, anywhere too close would have complications of being recognized." He leaned in and gave her a toe curling kiss. “Thank you, Alex,” She told him with a smile, glad to know that he would look into it for them. She had no idea that he had different contact points in different things. The thought of moving was sad, but if it meant she would be with him, they could love each other and start their life together, she didn’t mind. He did have a point there. They wouldn’t want to move where others might see them. As he leaned in to give her a kiss, she closed her eyes, and brought one hand up to reach into his long hair as she played with it. The kiss was delicious, and she liked the way his tongue felt in her mouth. "Mmm. Nothing sweeter than my love's kisses. Well, maybe once I get there a taste of your perfect pinkness. I bet I could make you scream and beg for more if I tried." He grinned impishly. He could already tell alone time with her was going to end up highly addicting. Elizabeth enjoys the taste and feel of Alex and his mouth, the way his tongue slips in to kiss her and swirl with her own. As her eyes remain closed, she breathes through her nose and does not want to stop the kiss. She savors every passing moment, her arms wrapping lightly around him as it continues. When he finally does break the kiss, her heart is pounding, and she opens her eyes to see him. Her eyes look to his then, and she hears him talk to her, though her arms stay around him. “Mmm, I bet you could too. Shall I take that as a challenge, Alex?” She questioned, smiling more at the way he grinned. She could not wait to see what he might do to her. "My precious forbidden love, tell me. Do you trust me unreservedly? Knowing that I would never hurt you in any way. If I were to act out some of my deepest fantasies, it would push the boundaries of your tolerance and self-control. Could you surrender all control, utter and completely, to another person?"he asked as his fingertips caressed her thighs and rib cage,

Sexual Enchantment (DarkLAz and Enticed Essence)|rating:2.0

Mutant X [Characters]

Greetings All, This is a thread for character details for the Mutant X game and any of its future Spinoffs:Please use the Template below. This helps me(Nos)and Him; your GMs for the duration, as well as your fellow players to understand your characters, their powers, motives, and limits better. Something that will make for much easier game play down the road. Please do not enter into gameplay until you have been approved. This will cut down on confusion and frustration for all. Here are a few things you should keep in mind as you Build your Character:1. All characters, OC and Canon Alike, should be between 18 and 25 years of age. The only exceptions to this is if you are playing certain canon characters such as Apocalypse, Sinister, Saber tooth, and Wolverine, (immortals)or an Authority Figure Character(I.E. Villain, Leader, staff member/teacher). If you are looking to play one of these Contact me by Pm, so I can approve them directly and give you some background info on their place in the worldview we're building.2. All mutants are based on a variation of the human form. While they may have odd traits such as wings or a tail 3 or more physical mutations will make you an automatic outcast and make you a candidate for the Warlocks.3. Mutations and their resulting Abilities show up during Puberty.Thus, no matter what you look like now, you grew up a normal child. You will have had friends, family, and prior interests. Include these hobbies and skills in your Cs and keep this in mind anytime your character talks of his/her past or has a flashback in gameplay.4. Enhancements are only for government experimented upon and time traveling mutants. Any tech being used by a PC should be only slightly advanced from our own. If you want something more or are a Tech based mutant PM myself or Him for approval first. If It's not fully out of the range of possibility we may be able to work something out. I have included an example below to help clarify what we are looking for, as well. If you have any questions about Characters or the CS specifically Pm or post them on this board. All other questions, suggestions etc. Please post to the OCC Board. Sinfully Yours, ~Nos~Mutant X Character Sheet-=Basic Info=-Name: Code Name:Physical Age:Gender:-=Physical Appearance=-Height:Weight:Eyes:Hair:Skin/Fur/Scales:Physical Description:Attire:-=Mental state=-History:Hobbies/Interests:Personality:-=Other=-Powers:Disadvantages/Weaknesses/Limitations:Skills:Mutant X Character SheeteXample:-=Basic Info=-Name: Blake White Code Name:Blight (please try to find a code name for OC's that hasn't been used before.) Physical Age:18Gender:Male-=Physical Appearance=-(use Slashes to separate transformed state info from common appearance, if power or Tech causes alterations.) Height:6' 8"Weight:130/170Eyes:a Puckish Green Brown/ Emerald Greenware:Oily black/ Black and Wavy Skin/Fur/Scales:skin is a dead gray with alternating pale white and scab red liaisons./Golden Tan (please Specify which one it is: Skin, Fur, or Scales, or a combination of)Physical Description:Williams powers made him its first victim, causing a physical decay upon his body and leaving him looking like a mix between a reanimated corpse and a leper. Only by using his power can he regain any semblance of his original handsomeness and vigor. So far he has used he powers only on the vile and evil but a great rage and hunger boils inside him which may one day cause him to throw off his code and give in to the evil that rots his own soul. An evil which threatens to be greater than those he hunts. Attire:Blight covers his hands with gloves so as not to accidentally use his powers. His face and arms are wrapped in bandages to hide his decayed skin. He wears black tees usually with some saying, band, or heroes face on it. Stonewashed jeans and combat boots with a slightly battered brown trench complete his look.(add here any specialized equipment needed to control, hide, or enhance your powers)-=Mental state=-History:Blake was a fairly popular kid before his power activated, handsome and well liked. Running back for the local high school, member of the swim team, etc. but that all changed when his powers activated. Blake's body withered and became hideous to look at. In his panic he grabbed on to his little sister who promptly withered before him and passed out. Convinced he had killed her, Blake ran away but not before noticing that his body had been somewhat restored by the transfer. Taking on the name Blight, Blake wondered the streets, sometimes using his powers to punish pimps, drug dealers, and muggers. Recently, he was approached by a few members of the Pollock population and the Xavier's school. He's considering joining the school but, thinks he might belong; and fit in better, with the Warlocks then he does the good-looking rich kids that seem to be Xavier's mainstay. Hobbies/Interests:Football, swimming, camping, music (drummer). Personality:Easy going with a heart of gold, highly protective of his friends, hates and fears his powers, wants to be like everyone else.-=Other=-Powers:Short term Life force, and power transference per physical contact. Anyone Blake touches with bare skin withers as their life force is transferred to Blake, causing them to weaken and if Exposed for extended amounts of time slip into a coma or die. The transference will restore Blake to handsome and healthy looking, reverting his skin back to a golden tan his hair to a deep glossy black, his eyes a bright green, and his body toned and strong. In the case of mutants he also steals any physical or energy based powers. These conditions are temporary however The powers and vitality soon fade leaving Blake monstrous once more. Disadvantages/Weaknesses/Limitations:Corpse like appearance, Only able to steal physically and energy based abilities effect last roughly 2 hours max. Can not reshape body so physical powers such as winged flight or extra appendages can not be gained by his power, neither can mental/psionic abilities nor any unnaturally occurring bio enhancements. Skills:Basic hand to hand, works well on a team, expert with knots, wilderness survival training, basic first aid.(Any additional skills your character has picked up along the way) Some Resources and material for any looking to play canon characters or looking for basic info on the various groups of mutants:Mutants: (( of Mutants: (Club: (this is a game exploring the early history of these groups we be rewriting most of their history, but this should give you some ideas of each group's motives and the world in general.Also, some ideas for mutant abilities some common some not so common, for those that are struggling with finding a Power they like: (Most were inspired by Wolfs PM's)1. Able to absorb any natural material through contact : body becomes covered in a thick skin of stone, wood, metal, etc. upon contact with a source of greater mass than his. Shell can be destroyed through heavy damage or corrosive material specific to the material being absorbed.2. Mutant is a living Alchemists Stone: Character is able to transmute and break down various elements within his body through ingestion. The results of which seep from his pores in either solid stones, oily liquids or various gases. Secoundary ability: mutant can eat almost anything and is immune to all harmful gases, acids, and poisons. (Warning: This Power will take research. A basic understanding of acids, chemistry, and biology will be required.) This power also makes for an often grotesque appearance and requires a constant vigilance to avoid hurting others and destroying the environment around you. (Both of which you will have to role-play)3. Able to produce hormones, diseases, and toxins which can then be transmitted via fingernails: Fingernails sharpen and grow at will and are able to inject hormones into a target of his choosing via touch or slash. Able to produce ten specific substances. One substance only though each finger. (I'll need a list of the compounds you decide on so that I can review them before approval.)4. Being able to Control and Generate Electricity: Mutant can draw on ambient electricity focusing it through his body. Character can also deal cutting and cauterized damage as a result of the heat and crackle of the electricity and cause blinding flashes. He is immune to all electric damage.5. Being able to Control and Generate Fire: Able to spontaneously create fire at will, able to throw fireballs, catch things on fire, and with a little concentration build a fire wall. Is immune to fire damage6. Able to make constructs that they can command, out of Fire: This takes constant concentration and the constructs have no will of their own. Character is unable however to produce flame being dependent on an outside source of fire to command.7. Able to create doors out of thin air: Doors may be used for the purpose of teleportation i.e. a walkway from place to place or the moving through structures, even while in midair or underwater making them useful in transporting people and any object carried or thrown, attacking from multiple directions quickly and making quick escapes. Doors disappear once your step over the threshold or door is closed, never to return thus making storing things using such doors impossible.8. Duplication in the same way Multiple Man does: Physical attack is required for duplication. IE he has to be hit by someone or something to multiply and duplicates have a mind of their own so don't be surprised if your clone (run by a GM if left unabsorbed, outside of Combat) robs a bank or somehow gets you into trouble.9. Able to Control Ice: power is the same as Iceman10. Able to control plants and accelerate their growth or make them grow to giant size often making them aggressive in the process. Okay that's enough for now. Hope this helps. ~Nos~ (( Info=-Name: Rocky Crusade Code Name: Boulder Physical Age:21Gender:Male-=Physical Appearance=-Height:6'6"Weight: 245 Eyes:Hazel Hair: Brown Skin/Fur/Scales: When transformed, gray, rock like scales with sharp edges Physical Description: Tall, when not transformed, muscular and strong. Has a strong jaw line Attire: Usually wears loose fit clothing so if he transforms suddenly, he won't care if it rips.-=Mental state=-History: Rocky was enlisted in the Military at the age 18 and when he volunteered for an experiment, his life changed forever. Whenever he becomes angry, and sometimes without even being provoked, he transforms into a gray mass. Think a combination of the Hulk and The Thing. Hobbies/Interests:Judo, boxing, karate. Personality: His personality is all about being strong and tough around other people but does not allow people to get close him due to him being hurt when his fiancé died. He is cocky when he knows he's right and hates being wrong (therefore, he is never wrong.-=Other=-Powers: Turns into a Thing like creature that has massive amount of strength. Disadvantages/Weaknesses/Limitations: Anger makes him transforms, which he has a hard time of controlling. He also has moments where he transforms without warning. Weighs a lot when in his "rock" form. Skills: Has vast knowledge of military tactics, hand to hand (I can add more, nothing else is coming to mind at the moment. I like it Jet. Accepted. (OnarahCode Name:Whisper Age:20Gender:Female Height:5 foot 8 inches Weight:80lbsEyes:Blue Grahame:Long Dark Brown Physical :Very similar to Liv Tyler Attire :Almost always wears one piece dresses and high heels, plus a long coat if cold Sexuality: Bisexual Primary Ability: Telekinesis (she can move objects with her mind at a distance)Disadvantages: Highly dependent on telekinetic abilities to feel safe. Times she has knocked her head or drunk too much to a point they were temporarily unavailable has caused her to panic in the past. Hobbies: Painting and drawing fairies, researching mythology, reading Skills: Painting, drawing, reading, storytellingShae talks slowly and is incredibly kind to those she finds trustworthy. She has refined her abilities by having them constantly in practice. At a young age whenever she was alone she would have pieces of glass fly in patterns about her mimicking the nature of fairies. Even though she was forcing the glass to behave in such a manner seeing their motion reduced a lot of stress teenage years bring and over time these simple fairies assumed increasingly numerous and intricate pieces. When not around bigots She will often be reading while her abilities see a perfectly crafted glass fairy somewhere in the room managing a humorous task one would expect a carefree fairy to do. Primarily she uses this as a practicing technique to control objects perfectly while keeping her primary attention focused on other things but has found it useful to entertain others. The fairy she has at the moment has over a hundred separate pieces which stay together by Shares mental abilities. She's mind is disciplined enough for it to keep it so while even is asleep, although the form will be subdued. If she is knocked unconscious or drugged however, the fairy's pieces will lose cohesion. If intricate dynamic behavior is not cared for, She can telekinesis' objects of considerable weight." So many unfortunately make fun of others as a habit, Many are quick to jest at another expense to make themselves seem superior. As if they need to be comfortable. Humor which is not at the cost of another's embarrassment is welcoming. Wonder at without the threat of danger...is wonderful. Finding these times makes friends, sharing them is lovely. To me without friends, without love, what else is there ?"... would be a statement she would likely say if asked why she persists keeping the glass fairy doing silly things in the backgrounds abilities do extend to be able to cause others direct harm, so far though, luckily for her, she has avoided needing to. Using her skills to help others manage exotic materials in a laboratory or fathom more about the workings of nature of the mind or to help others or heal others is more her cup of tea.However, she will do what it takes if happiness of herself or others is at threat. As such, although naturally principal-led she is no pacifist and would take up arms for good causes. Proving a cause is justified in doing so to her though ... may not be so easy. A very interesting and compelling character Kate. I look forward to interacting with her. ’D Male(Info=-Name: Riga (Xiaomi when Female)Code Name: DuplisPhysical Age: 18Gender: Both! Generally male.-=Physical Appearance=-Height: 6'0Weight: 175 (150 when female)Eyes: Emerald Greenware: Blond Skin/Fur/Scales: See picture Physical Description: See Picture. Attire: See picture-=Mental state=-History: Riga was born to simple parents, and grew up with a normal life....until his power's manifested. When Riga discovered that he could not only create clones of himself, but turn himself female as well, he was both surprised and curious. He has tested his powers many times, trying to find the limit to them and see what he can do with them, and has so far used them to become a master of martial arts. He was sent to the Xavier institute to better control his powers. While there, he discovered a new power, Gender manipulation.though only on himself. He became able to change his gender at will and almost instantly, and thus adopted a persona of "Xiaomi" when he was female, and has even made clones of himself while being Xiaomi, giving a new life to this persona in the form of an actual person, if only a duplicate of himself. Sometimes he wonders which of his personalities is the actual True person, though. Hobbies/Interests: Video games, playing pranks on others, loves sour food with a passion. Personality: Acts like a child sometimes despite his age, and is rather playful. He can be serious when he needs to be, though.-=Other=-Powers:First: He is able to voluntarily create 10 Clones of himself, and can reabsorb them. Any memories or skills his clones may have picked up are immediately transferred to him upon absorption. Second: He is able to change his Gender between male and Female. Disadvantages/Weaknesses/Limitations: Clones have a mind of their own, so while they may obey him, the longer they stay apart the more will and independence the clone has. Skills: Martial Arts.(Unfinished, of course.still need some more thought.) Mutant X Character Sheet-=Basic Info=-Name: James Talbot Code Name: Demon Spawn Physical Age: 20Gender: Male-=Physical Appearance=-Height: 5'10"Weight: 135 pounds Eyes: Pitch black with light purple star bursts around the pupils. Which glow brightly when agitated or angry. (Pretty much all the time)Hair: Long pitch black worn in ponytail. Skin/Fur/Scales:Physical Description: See below/ except his skin which is deep purple Attire: tattered Levi cut-offs(state=-History: Left by his father on the side of the road in the deep desert once the latent mutant genes began to manifest his difference's. Extremely bitter towards life in general searching to find people like himself to go after people like his parents who tossed him aside as if he were no more than a peace of trash when he truly needed them the most. Hobbies/Interests: Building models with his father. Whether they be cars, planes, or boats. Also playing out old spaghetti westerns with his friends. Personality: Before the transformation took place James had been an all around good kid. He did well in school and was liked by his peers and teachers alike. After the mutation blossomed fully within him completely turning his world upside down. He is full of hatred and spite. Wishing only for vengeance and retribution upon all of those including his parents who laughed him to scorn and turned their backs on him.-=Other=-Powers: Same as Storm both in power and intensity. Disadvantages/Limitations: Has limited to sometimes no control over his powers once brought into use. Most often his powers manifest themselves when he is angry causing great storms to form in his general area. Skills: Is still quite capable of putting together models of all types. Even the bigger sets are put together within minutes of opening the box.____________________________________________________________________________-Mutant X Character Sheet-=Basic Info=-Name: Conrad Blake Code Name: Ghost Physical Age: 16Gender: Male-=Physical Appearance=-Height: 5'1"Weight: Very slender Eyes: Hazel Hair: Sandy blond, shoulder length Skin/ pale skin Physical Description:Attire: Typically wears faded 501 blue jeans black or white t-shirts and Nike tennis shoes. Along with a brown leather air force style flight jacket.-=Mental state=-History: Faked his own death at the age of 13. For the past 3 years he has been what he calls haunting his parents home and a couple of different schools where his old classmates now attend class Hobbies/Interests: Loves anything to do with dragons or faeries/ would spend hours on end staring out the world looking at nothing as he walked in his own little world. Personality: Very shy and reserved, never did very well in school and was picked on by his classmates because of it.-=Other=-Powers: Primary-ability to turn invisible/naturally cloaked. Ghost cannot be found by infrared or any other method save actually being seen. Even Charles is hard-pressed to locate him. Secondary- undeveloped telekinesis and very limited ability to move through solid objects Disadvantages/Weaknesses/Limitations: Moving through physical objects is very painful and difficult for him. Often leaving him very weak kneed afterward. Skills: Give him a skate board or bike and he could perform wonders. -=Basic Info=-Name: Evelyne Richards Code Name: Stripper Physical Age: 18Gender: Female-=Physical Appearance=-Height: 5'7"Weight: 141#Eyes: Dark Brown Hair: Dark Brown Skin: Light Brown Physical Description: Beautiful in that wholesome girl-next-door bring her home to mother sort of looks but definitely can turn heads. She has shorter cut hair but lady-like, large expressive eyes, full lips and is athletic in a soft way and is nicely kept. Is shapely and has a figure. Attire: Tends to wear whatever clothes she feels comfortable wearing and almost always lots of scarves, sashes and leather cord jewelry (costume) to use her powers on. Dresses to match the weather when she can.-=Mental state=-History: Was born among lower class "white trash" sorts and did well in school even graduating the top of her class before becoming a stripper. Her power manifested when she was having sex the first time and her lover a cute girl named Jamie was tied and gagged while she laid there naked. She practiced and used her magic trick in her performing it made her more money and no one thought it was odd. Even she figured it was a nice trick didn't realize it was a mutant power, or she was one. There are tales in the past of her family that a great-grandmother and others were witches and sorcerers - like Dr. Strange so figures It's like that not something unnatural like being a mutant. For some odd reason she was drawn to the school. Hobbies/Interests: Gaming, Dancing, Gardening, Reading, Motorcycling Personality: Is easy-going and likeable if a bit low class sometimes, is not exactly modest and is not exactly heroic after all she has no clue how her powers work and just they do but naturally wants to develop them. Is openly gay and not ashamed of it and is looking for the "right girl" to take home to mother.-=Other=-Powers: [Primary Power] Manipulate Clothing - an odd power is magic manipulation using her mutant gifts it lets her reinforce her clothing so it's stronger than steel and use it as a weapon and tool and as long as she has clothes on acts as magical armor. [Secondary Powers] Peak Human Performance - is as strong and the like including intelligence as the top 5% of the human population. Innate Magic - if she can get proper training can technically cast spells although not on par with a real sorcerer using the element of Air. Disadvantages/Weaknesses/Limitations: The more she uses her primary power the fewer clothes she tends to have on so It's pretty risqué in a longer fight as clothing comes off or is lost. Clothing not attached to her loses all magical properties in an hour. Skills: Martial Arts, Acrobatics/Gymnastics, Jack-of-All-Trades (knows a little about a lot of things if it's a fairly normal area of knowledge), Occult Lore/Mythology, Dancing, Ride Motorcycle Looks great Ruby consider yourself approved. Wolfy looks good. Glad you finally got it figured out. Approved and welcome to the game -=Basic Info=-Name: Gabriel lóchrannCode Name: SerephimPhysical Age:24Gender:Male-=Physical Appearance=-Height: 6'0''Weight:180lbsEyes: Blue Hair: Dirty blond Skin/Fur/Scales:Fair skin that speaks of his Irish heritage. Physical Description: Soft almost angelic features adorn Gabriel's{Gabe to his friends} face. Some would just describe him as a beautiful man, his dirty blond hair falls to his shoulders and curls at the tips lightly. His body is lean without an ounce of excess body fat upon it.(except the skin, hair, and the scar he pretty much looks like This (http://"")). His wings, 12 feet wing spans, start with white feathers where they meet his shoulder blades and darken gradually to a dark gray at the wing edges, when not pressed to his back. Attire: Gabriel favors simple clothing, perfectly fine with a gray sleeveless and a pair of relaxed fit jeans. However he usually has openings sewn into the back of his shirts to allow his wings to come through. When out in public he wears a light jacket to conceal his wings.-=Mental state=-History: An Irish American, at least as far as his mother is concerned, Gabriel was born in the states shortly after his mother arrived in America. His childhood was fairly normal, he went to school, had friends, was even the fat kid at one point in time. Through it all he never lost his smile and was considered the nice guy of the school. During high school he slimmed back down and was one of the nicer guys in the school, he would walk home after school crossing a bridge high above an empty river bed. One night he came across a bunch of bullies from the school attacking one of his classmates, a cute girl that sat next to him in biology, and he rushed in to try and help her. During the fight her head was dashed against one of the supports, and she fell over the railing. Without thinking Gabriel jumped after her. As he caught her to glorious wings tore from his back and he was able to save both of them. After a rather clumsy landing he ran his hand over the spot where she was injured and watched as the wound healed, though his own arm hurt like crazy, and he was bleeding from under his fingernails. Eventually his wings retreated back into his body and he carried her to the hospital where she was treated for a concussion. During high school and collage he spent his spare time practicing his powers, finding out what they could and could not do. And serving like a guardian angel to those that needed it. Hobbies/Interests: Swordplay (specifically two-handed swords), Irish history, reading, enjoying bad scary movies. Personality:he's the nice guy, polite, courteous, always willing to flash his smile to random people or a pretty girl (or boy when he's in the mood). He is eerily loyal to his friends and harming them or an innocent is a sure fire way to get his Irish ire focused upon you. He can be a goofball at times then a thinker at others. He by no means a genius but he does enjoy solving problems.-=Other=-Powers: Winged Flight: He possesses a pair of flexible wings, he can fly at speeds of up to 80 mph in sustained level flight. To allow this his body metabolized all excess body fat and his bones are lighter than the average humans. His body is also adapted to allow this, his eyes can withstand severe winds and are sharper then humans eyes, he can also withstand conditions found at high altitudes. To conceal his wings he folds them up and presses them almost flush against his back, he covers them with a jacket when folded. (low air and temperature, basically Warren Worthington before he was changed to archangel)Matter Manipulation: Through practice Gabriel discovered he could affect the physical properties of matter (shape, mass, density, temperature, weight and so on)Though he has to have physical contact with it and an "Angelic glow" will cover the matter affected. He can use this ability to attack or heal. Disadvantages/Weaknesses/Limitations: the amount of matter he can affect is limited, usually just a limited area. His usual use is to open holes in walls or just affect the immediate area around him.Additionally, he has an extremely hard time affecting living matter, he usually says It's because the matter is alive it doesn't want to change and fights back, usually he only does this when healing someone and the strain it puts on his body usually produces something like the stigmata effect. If he pushes his matter alteration power to hard it can also damage his body, leaving him ragged and bleeding from either old wounds or new ones that opened during the use. He's not sure if he could push his powers enough to cause him death, yet he does not want to find out. Skills: An athlete in high school he keeps himself trained at near peak human efficiency, he has also spent time learning how to use a sword (a Scottish claymore to be exact)and is fairly skilled using it. A good hand-to-hand fighter (incorporating his wings when he can), an excellent driver. Trained his reaction speeds for close quarter flying and flying indoors. Allright, hope that's OK. I would like to be in the x-men. But having him as an independent and recruited during role play might be fun as well. Let me know if he is too powerful, I don't plan on abusing his power too much. Look forward to hearing from you.[edited him so he can no longer retract the wings, but hide them much like angel could by folding them up and keeping them pressed to his back] Very well done Isengard. Accepted. If your already thinking of him as being an X-men I would say go ahead and run with the idea that Gabriel has already been established at the school. Allright, ill look for a spot to come in and see if I can't get this thing moving for him :P -=Basic Info=-Name: Logan ((James Howlett Unknown))Code Name: Wolverine, Patch, Weapon X, Physical Age: Hard to tell late 20s early 30'gender: Male-=Physical Appearance=-Height: 5'3Weight:(Without Adamantine skeleton) 195 lbs., (with Adamantine skeleton) 300 lbs. Eyes: Blue Hair: Black Skin/Fur/Scales: Caucasian, a bit hairy Physical Description: Short, hairy with a tendency to glower and snarl Logan is the ultimate man with a chip on his shoulder and short man's disease, wild black hair in a style that is "unique" to say the most. When angry and exposing his teeth you can see the exaggerated sharpness of his teeth. Attire: When not in costume he tends to wear blue jeans and flannel shirts or t-shirts and leather jacket, giving him either a lumber jack or biker look. His Costume is a Brown and deep gold costume that covers his body exposing only his forearms. A Mask covers his face exposing only his chin.-=Mental state=-History:Logan possesses memories of being a Samurai in Japan, a mercenary operative for the Central Intelligence Agency, and a "wild man" in the Canadian wilderness. Due to extensive memory implants given to Logan through the Weapon X program, any or all of these memories are suspect. Logan has at least one memory of meeting Captain America (Steve Rogers) in World War II while he was in the Canadian Army which has been verified as true. Sometime after World War II, Logan was taken by a group of scientists led by Dr. Cornelius as part of the Weapon X program. Cornelius was hired to perfect and use a technique that would bond the indestructible element adamantine to human bone cells. Logan's skeleton was bonded to the adamantine, and he was indoctrinated into the Weapon X assassin program. Wolverine was conscripted by Department H, and for his first mission was sent against the incredible Hulk. Wolverine was subsequently approached by Professor Charles Xavier, who was looking for mutants to help his students, the X-Men, escape from the island-being known as Krakow, which had captured them. Wolverine left Alpha Flight to accompany Xavier and rescue the captured X-Men. After Krakow was defeated, Wolverine decided to stay with the X-Men, Hobbies/Interests: Meditation, Japan, Samaria, Fighting, Drinking, Cigars, Women, Bar fights, Personality: Gruff, but over all Logan has a heart of gold, and is fiercely loyal to those he calls friends-=Other=-Powers:Wolverine is a mutant who possesses the ability to regenerate damaged or destroyed areas of his cellular structure at a rate far greater than that of an ordinary human. The speed at which this healing factor works varies in direct proportion with the severity of the damage Wolverine suffers. For example, he can fully recover from an ordinary gunshot wound in a non-vital area of his body within minutes, but it took him almost two months to fully recover from injuries sustained in a duel with Lord Shin gen, which included one from a sword that went all the way through his trunk. Wolverine’s natural healing also affords him virtual immunity to poisons and most drugs, as well as an enhanced resistance to diseases. For example, it is nearly impossible for him to become intoxicated from drinking alcohol. He also has a limited immunity to the fatigue poisons generated by bodily activity, and hence he has greater endurance than an ordinary human. His agility and reflexes are similarly enhanced. In addition, Wolverine’s healing factor provides him with an extended lifespan by slowing the effects of the aging process. Although over a century old, Wolverine is as healthy and physically fit as a man in his prime. Wolverine also possesses super-humanly acute senses, making him capable of seeing things at a maximum distance greater than a normal human’s. His hearing is enhanced similarly, and he is able to recognize people and objects by scent, even if that person or object is hidden. Wolverine can use these enhanced senses to track any creature with an impressive degree of success. Wolverine’s skeleton includes six retractable one-foot long bone claws, three in each arm, that are housed beneath the skin and muscle of his forearms. Wolverine can, at will, release these slightly curved claws through his skin beneath the knuckles on each hand. The skin between the knuckles tears and bleeds, but the blood loss is quickly halted by his healing factor. Wolverine can unsheathe any number of his claws at once, although he must keep his wrists straight at the moment his claws shoot from his forearms into his hands. When unsheathed, the claws are fully within his hands, and thus Wolverine can still bend his wrists. The claws are naturally sharp and tougher than that of normal human bone structure, allowing Wolverine to cut through most types of flesh and natural materials. Disadvantages/Weaknesses/Limitations: Logan has a short fuse, to the point that if pushed to far he falls into a berserker rage that it's hard to get him out of. He also has amnesia with causes him no amount of trouble, not knowing his past he finds it hard to fit in or to trust people. Skills:Due to his extensive training as a soldier, a C.I.A. operative, a samurai, a spy, and a member of the X-Men, Wolverine is an exceptional hand-to-hand combatant, having mastered virtually every fighting style on Earth. He is also a trained expert in multiple types of weapons, vehicles, computer systems, explosives, and assassination techniques. Wolverine is fluent in many languages, including Japanese, Russian, Chinese, Cheyenne, Lakota, and Spanish; he has some knowledge of French, Thai, and Vietnamese. Logan will be teaching Combat class at the school I'm not about to try to keep anyone with the name of Logan playing Logan out of the game. Great job on creating the character and welcome aboard. I actually already green lit him to Jin us but glad to see your on top of things him. ’D sounds good to me. But the welcome aboard still stands. Hehe. Mutant X Character Sheet-=Basic Info=-Name: David LamielCode Name:(Provisionally)Pax Zealandia Physical Age:19Gender:Male-=Physical Appearance=-Height:6 Foot 3Weight:"Do you mind not asking? I'm sensitive about it." Eyes:Pale Blue (The same color as on the UN Flag, by an odd co-incidence)Hair:Honey-blonde and wavy Skin/Fur/Scales:Caucasian Physical Description:A slightly overweight New Zealand European man, who always dresses at least semi-formally Attire:Prefers collared shirts and trousers, and some form of hat; wears a pair of bifocals for reading.-=Mental state=-History:The second of two children in his family. New Zealand never had the Anti-Mutant "Witch-hunts" of America, so David had a relatively peaceful (even pleasant) upbringing, though one with its share of quirks, due to a mentally unstable older brother. It's left its marks, he would say, and refuse to elaborate further. Hobbies/Interests:Reading, Model trains, anime, a little creative writing, occasionally plays pen and paper RPG's. Personality:Slightly insular and clumsy, but generally David has a good heart, although he is rather naive about the level of "Mutant Hate" in some parts of the world.-=Other=-Powers:Power Negation (calls his power a "Zed Talent"): David can negate the powers of any mutant he touches, or can project a smallish field (roughly the size of a normal living room) of the same. Disadvantages/Weaknesses/Limitations:Power only effects others as long as he's touching them; the "area Effect" version is physically taxing on his body. Skills:Has a driving license David sounds like a very interesting character. I say approved and welcome aboard!! -=Basic Info=-Name: Nathaniel Richard LowtherCode Name: Hamlet Physical Age: 24Gender: Male-=Physical Appearance=-Height: 5'9Weight: 12 stone Eyes: Bright green, normally. Hair: Sweeping chestnut brown. Skin/Fur/Scales:Physical Description: (Favors embroiled jackets, and traditional old British navy greatcoats.-=Mental state=-History:Nathaniel is the product of a prestigious English high school, in the satellite areas of London. Away in the country, and fully exposed to adolescent silver-spoon politics, he was both the victim of teenage cruelty and eventually a perpetrator of it. After months spent being harassed for his lower-class background, he sought sanctuary in the chess and amateur dramatics clubs. He isn't sure exactly when his X-gene manifested, but it was around the age of 18 that he began to display startling skill in his chess games, winning several local competitions, and in his theatrics, where he was cast without any hesitation as the lead in several of the school's productions of Shakespeare tragedies (which crucially earned him the attention of certain members of the girl's high school). Slowly becoming aware of his "gifts" he turned his abilities of persuasion, menace, strategy and manipulation against those in the higher years who had so victimized him. Eventually finding out that his strength nearly tripled in an after-school fight, Nathaniel revealed in his new-found powers and had to be told by a female admirer who managed to get close enough to him that his right eye glowed a deep red sometimes. Graduating, he learned of the Hellfire Club, through one of his school time rival's parents, and coerced himself an invitation, and then admission. Recognizing his multipurpose x-gene and his drive and ambition, Nathaniel was accepted and adopted the name of one of his favorite Shakespeare characters (and also the performance which earned him his first sexual encounter). Working his way through the ranks, Hamlet became a regular in London, funded by the Hellfire Club, reaching the rank of Black King, only to be sent away by rivals within the branch to America, officially to get the U.S. Hellfire branch back on its feet. Hamlet knew he was being manipulated, but has chosen to make his situation work to his ends, and plans to make the American Hellfire branch the most powerful, and appoint himself Lord Imperial. Hobbies/Interests:Shakespeare, chess, hunting, archery, fencing. Personality:Bright, cunning, theatrical. Nathaniel has a passion for life in all of its forms, especially "mutants". Self-serving and driven, given to mood swings that he endorses most dramatically.-=Other=-Powers: Hamlet can "activate" his powers, which will be betrayed by his right eye glowing a deep red. Sometimes, a stressful situation can force his abilities to manifest. Activated willingly or no, whilst his eye is active, he can utilize one of the following abilities. VoiceEither a forceful shout or persuasive whisper, Hamlet's words become much more convincing and play upon the subtleties of the mind. Either gently coercing someone to take an action (not telepathy, Hamlet can't make someone do something they would never really do, only plant very strong persuasions) or, as very loud shout can stop someone in their tracks, put them off-balance, etc. (although this takes a lot of energy). Note that exceptionally strong mutants with a mind/telepathic ability (for example Xavier) will be immune to Hamlet's Voice. FistHamlet's close-combat abilities triple from that of his normal state. He becomes quicker, stronger, and can withstand more physical trauma. Whilst being far from invincible, he becomes a far more formidable opponent, and can execute his martial arts maneuvers far more efficiently. EyeA misleading name, this one. Hamlet's senses become far more keen, and he almost takes on a "sixth-sense" ability. Whilst not directly related to his eyes (red or no) any more than his other abilities are, Hamlet is far more aware of his surroundings, able to pick up on minor details, and to a small extent, sense traps. In training, it is Hamlet's own personal challenge of late to try and dodge silenced bullets blindfolded whilst using his Eye. Disadvantages/Weaknesses/Limitations: Whilst Hamlet has three abilities at his disposal, he can only use one at a time. After prolonged periods of usage, Hamlet is drained, suffers aches and becomes quite vulnerable. He is also a smoker. Skills:Has had the benefit of training with a personal martial arts tutor, funded by the Hellfire Club, studying judo and Thai kickboxing. Has also learned to incorporate his walking staff into close combat. Proficient fencer, archer, and is great at chess. A very interesting Character Female. Consider Hamlet approved and welcome to Mutant X. Post at your leisure. Major Major please remember to fix your CS as we discussed over I'm. Thanks. (Paige CrestmereCode Name: Pele (The Hawaiian volcano goddess)Physical Age: 18Gender: female Sexuality: Bisexual Height: 5'5"Weight: undisclosed (think "ideal figure")Eyes: light blue Hair: shoulder-length, curly black Skin/Fur/Scales: tan, though not quite Hawaiian Physical Description: Appearance and attire: Paige is about average height standing five foot-five inches. Her undisclosed weight gives her a figure that's "ideal". She has curly, shoulder-length black hair. Paige's soft blue eyes are large but close-set. She has each ear pierced twice in the cartilage. Her skin is tan but not quite as tan as the average Hawaiian's skin. Attire: usually form-fitting History: Born in Hilo, Hawaii, Paige is half Hawaiian and half British. Her mother, Kale, is a teacher which her father, Allan, is a surgeon. Her powers started to manifest when she was fifteen. Hobbies/Interests: Reading, T.V. Personality: hot-headed, cold, aloof, somewhat cruel-=Other=-Powers: Geokinesis involving earthquakes (the tectonic plates), volcanoes, and magma (can assume a fire form) and immune from heat and flame Disadvantages/Weaknesses/Limitations: relatively uncontrolled, especially, when she's angry Skills: Paige is a good cook, though she rarely cooks for others. Approved! Looks like a great character, glad to have you. Feel free to post. Thanks ~Nos~ (Info=-Name:christened “Chris” Barcode Name:cloud shark Physical Age:23Gender:male-=Physical Appearance=-Height:5’11”Weight:-63 Eyes:blue Hair:black Skin/Fur/Scales:see pics Physical Description:see pics Attire:green tank top, blue jeans, diving boots (adding up to about 30 pounds), a diving belt (saying about 15 pounds) and a trench coat lined with chain mail (saying about 32 pounds).-=Mental state=-History:Chris’s earliest memory is of waking up in the upper atmosphere severally beaten, half frozen to death and oxygen deprived, he struggled to get back down to earth. When he was low enough he broke a window in a (fortunately vacant) top flour apartment and passed out on its ceiling. He wasn’t sure how long he was out but when he awoke he was sore but otherwise seamed ok. He quickly figured out how to get down to and stay on the ground and after trying to clean himself up (the water wasn’t on, but he did find some rags) he checked his pockets and found a driver's license giving his name, age and address. Furthermore, he waited until it was dark and swam out the window to look for the address. When he finally found it he tried the key he had found in his pocket and was greeted by an empty apartment. He raided the fridge and soon after another guy (his roommate, line) showed up looking shocked to see him and a little scared. He told Chris he had been missing for almost 2 weeks. Chris told line about his amnesia, and they talked for a while trying to jar Chris’s memory. The next evening line wanted to take Chris somewhere, he said it would help him remember. They drove to what looked like and abandoned warehouse and line poled inside. They got out, and 3 other guys came out of the shadows with chains and bats. Line, his roommate, the one person he thought he could trust had set up the beating. When he asked why the answer was simple “because you’re a mutant, why else”. Then one of the men swung a bat at his head, Chris put his arms up to block, and his skin turned blue and sharp fins popped out of his arms, cutting the bat into 3 pieces as it struck them. All of them seamed in shock for a moment at these seemingly new powers (the only mutation line had been aware of was Chris’s shark like teeth). While the men scrambled for there guns Chris swam for a large stack of crates behind which he was lucky enough to find a doer and escape. Once he calmed down his skin returned to normal and the fins retracted into his arms so they were only noticeable if you were looking for them. He returned to the apartment, grabbed a few things, trashed the rest and left with no idea of where he was going. He spent the next few weeks living on the street until he saw a news report about a “terrorist” group calling themselves the brotherhood of mutants, so he decided to try to find and maybe join this brotherhood. Odd note: while Chris can’t actually remember any of his life before the incident the dose seam to retain most if not all of his knowledge. Hobbies/Interests:Chris has an interest in history and poetry (apparently he was an aspiring poet before he lost his memory). He is also a decent hacker and has an interest in anything involving computers and similar technology. Personality:Chris is devoted to the cause of mutant superiority and has a strong distrust of non mutants (bordering on outright hatred). Thou he is generally quiet and withdrawn he seems to open up more around his fellow mutants.-=Other=-Powers:Chris has shark like teeth, skin that gets ruff as a shark when he is angry/scared, fins on his arms that barely stick out when relaxed but extend nearly 2 inches and get hard and sharp enough to cut through about an inch of steel when tensed and the ability to swim through the air like a shark through water. Disadvantages/Weaknesses/Limitations:Chris can’t swim in water, it's not a matter of learning, he has tried, but water is like quicksand to him. Chris’s power pushes against gravity, he has found that if he isn’t specifically willing himself in any direction an added wait of about 63 pounds will keep him from flouting up while not dragging him down. Because of this he wears waited clothing most of the time to keep himself from floating upskills:Chris is a decent hacker, a poet and has a fairly extensive knowledge of history.

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What's Left Among the Ashes[racerbee4496 x Notorious]

(LEFT AMONG THE ASHES Somewhere in North Carolina November 7th, 2075Timeline InformationTIMELINE INFORMATION2025 - World war III begins2027- World war III ends with the destruction of more than half the human race The war was a land and sea only affair until one side began to falter and fired the first nuclear level weapons. There was an immediate nuclear response by the opposition. Major cities around the globe were completely leveled (New York, LA, Dallas, Boston, Chicago, as well as major cities in Europe, all across Asia and the rest of the world). The nuclear exchange ended after two days. Already more than 500,000,000 people had died. Another 3.5 billion pass to sickness, starvation and ruthlessness in the world over the next six months to a year.2029 - Human governments are a thing of the past. Survival parties, tribes, clans and militias have formed Over the next two decades there will be people jousting for social positions within their respective groups and territorial disputes between these roaming groups of survivors.2060 - Without power grids and power plants the internet is nothing more than an unattainable idea of the past. Out of the tribes, militias and gangs formed civilizations in some cases, and sometimes they would eventually become Kingdoms who carved out their territories for themselves. Other groups of people have regressed into archaic ways that people functioned before the medieval era of human history. They are aggressively territorial, ruthless, and altogether animalistic in their natures. They are considered Feral humans, though on occasion people come and go from their society for their own, varying reasons. Furthermore, they are the dangers of the night and of expanses of untamed wilds between Kingdoms.- As Kingdoms rise across the world so to do Kings and Queens, the first of the new, Medieval generation of mankind. Voted into power by some, and others who take their power. And so there are good Kingdoms as well as bad.- Lords of intellect and influence claim lands and serve their Kings and Queens diligently while young Knights fight, taste victory and most importantly survive the hell that is war.- Without the internet the world is cut off from itself across the globe. There is no more global communication. There is no global initiative. There is only what lies before you as far as the eyes can see. Without factories to manufacture food and weapons canned corn and AR-15s are a thing of the past as well. People have taken up swords, shields, bows, axes and maces to do their fighting, though occasionally a few rounds of ammunition might be found stored away somewhere deep in the earth in hidden weapons caches and bunkers. Even then, bullets are nearly never heard fired anymore. So gunpowder is used to make explosives for the sake of conflict and of construction.- The world is worn down and desperate to heal from the arrogance of mankind, and yet still it grows again anew while mother nature reclaims her rightful place as the only, truly divine presence of the earth. The story begins in the year 2075... This, of all days, had been one long, cold and violent day that had no comparison to recent ones passed. There had been screaming, yelling, growling and the awful sound of razor sharp metal cutting through Human flesh, among the many other sounds of mortal struggle. All because a group of traveling rogues with no home were trying to get to a place that they didn't belong, and also because three Knights had decided that these same rogues had no place in their Kingdom. So the nine travelers took out their makeshift bows, scrap metal swords and axes that they intended to use to defend themselves. And as they watched the three, well armored Knights dismounting from their horses they began to understand just how outclassed they were against soldiers using equipment this good, let alone actual Knights who tended to be better fighters than most. It was not a fight that the odds favored them in, until, of course, one of the guards lifted his metal visor to offer the travelers one last warning to leave what he called "The Royal Rodes". There wasn't any honor in it, but some people didn't mind leaving their honor at home in exchange for keeping their lives intact, and the lead man whose hands were gripping a bow was one of those men. So, before the man who'd raised his visor had even registered what the bow carrying ringleader was trying to do, the man raised the bow, drew it back and had released the long, slender shaft of wood in the blink of an eye. And, even though the man had tried to flip the visor back down after the arrow had been shot, the sharp, metal tip of the arrow managed to get between the edge of the visor and the edge of the helmet's opening. Then next moment there was a screech of pain quenched terror as the other two Knights yanked out their gleaming blades and attacked. Just as the lead man had expected. And by his estimate, fighting two Knights instead of three gave them far better chances. It was as though the sunset was intent on reminding the small group of travelers their misdeeds now that the horizon was reflecting the deep, blood-red color of their day. A color so warm and vibrant which was so very often appreciated, but as the lead man of the group numbering only four travelers now glanced up at the setting sun that had been beating down on them all day he glared. It was only a harsh grimace on his face that he offered to it, for he was not the type to be proud of killing. And that color reminded him of all the blood he could see that had pooled so quickly beneath the first Knight who was still limply clutching his own helmet while the other two fought for their lives, all while he slowly bled out on the road. And to their credit, the other two Knights handle themselves so effectively that they had killed three of the initial nine, and as one of them was jamming his sword through a fourth of the travelers he grinned his satisfaction and chirped his taunts at the rest of them." You don't stand a chance when made to fight fair!", he called out, though as he raised his sword to strike at another of the group, which appeared to be a young woman, there was a sharp gurgling noise that next rushed from his lips because of the cold metal he could feel in his throat. He'd been distracted by the thing his mouth had been spouting while he should have been paying attention to the archer who had slipped behind him and shoved a dagger through the back of his neck. And as he dropped to his knees choking and grasping at the handle sticking out from just beneath the back of his helmet the other Knight cried out in frustration, pointed the tip of his sword at the archer and rushed him, head long. All because he knew that the archer would be defenseless for just a moment, and he was intent on taking at least him with the rest of them to the grave. Before he got close enough for that, though, there was another blade that swept across the Knight's rising thigh midst ride, and when it slipped beneath the plate and cut across the top of his kneecap where tendons were meant to be hidden by armor her screeched in pain as well and went tumbling forwards, dropping his sword. The Knight with the blade through his throat had crumpled into a lifeless heap on the road while the first night was also laying lifeless on his back, one hand still barely clutching to the arrow that was still lodged in his head. The last living Knight was clutching his leg and bleeding profusely, but he was the only one of the Knights still alive, and all around them there were bodies, weaving rivers of crimson color soaking into the dirt and there were even bits and pieces of dead men cut off and laying all around. It wasn't as though they'd be missing those pieces of themselves, though, when so many of them had already died. And as the rest lay dead and dying there were still four standing, one of whom hesitantly picked up one of the fallen Knight's blades, raised it up and carried it with them as they took up a stance above the last Knight. Then the pleading began, though it was quickly brought to an end in the same breath of a moment. Three Knights had been killed in the day, and as the sun was finally slipping beyond the hills in the west there were three, very well armored men walking with swords and knives in their hands. The fourth was by far the shortest, of them all, and seemed far more slender, and so they had been the only one of the group to be unarmored. All of it was armor styled in the same craftsmanship of a Kingdom in the area, which meant that they would need to have a good story when walking around sporting someone else's gear. A thought that had crossed the leader of the group's mind as the four of them walked down the road together towards the gates of a Kingdom nearby, but not the same Kingdom who those Knights had been from. No, they couldn't wear that armor into a Kingdom within which it had been made, or it would have been recognized as someone else's, whether they had managed to cut the cloth sigil garments off of the armor that they were wearing. That had been the first thing that he'd told them all to do, in fact. Remove the cloth vigils from anywhere that it had been sewn into the armor completely lose the capes that were also each bearing the vigils of each Knight's house. If they wore any of the vigils into any Kingdom they'd be found it in the blink of an eye, and he'd known that. But if they wore the armor in a different Kingdom from where it was made then no one could prove they didn't already own it, especially if it didn't display another house's sigil that could be traced back to prove that they weren't members of a particular house. So, instead of journeying south to Marion Kingdom they had turned their path to the north towards Lenoir Kingdom, which was too far away still for the leader's preference.(was getting uncomfortably cold as the night set in full swing, and now that their numbers had been cut from nine to four there was a general lack of confidence among them that they were going to make it through a bad enough storm of Winter. They were close now, though, and he was certain he could feel it. Or was that a howling that he heard on the wind? Were they not alone any longer on that long and winding, now snow covered dirt road that they'd been traveling? And if they weren't, how long had it been that they had been followed by those of golden, glowing eyes and lapping tongues. They were equipped for this weather where the Humans that they were tracking hadn't been, but one thing that the Humans were good at was killing, and so they all raised their bows while the three men encircled the young girl huddled up in the middle of them. A pack of wolves was the last thing that they needed to be running from right now when they were tired and unsure how far they were from their destination, but that was exactly what they were going to get. Fourteen of them, in fact, all of whom were slowly beginning to encircle the group of four who were still standing in the road and watching for a time before the leader of them barked at them to, "Keep moving down the road. They're going to keep creeping closer no matter what we're doing, and so we'd better keep putting distance between us and them as long as we can.," he told the others, all of whom seemed to pick up their paces when he'd said that. They were all absolutely exhausted, but if they tried to stop and rest with that pack of wolves trying to work their way around them then they simply wouldn't make it through the night. That was one thing he knew for sure, and so he even pushed the others in their pace a little harder as they shuffled through the trees, bows up and drawn leading the young woman along while watching for an ambush. An ambush that might never come, and yet when the snow was falling you wouldn't know if it ever would. You couldn't even see fifteen feet in front of you if snow was falling thick enough, and that would keep anyone on constant edge when dealing with wolves. Just as they were beginning to feel the pressure of reality setting in and that they might not see another sunrise, though, they did see a light in the distance. In fact, it looked as a spot of fire that the sun had left behind for them to follow to a place of refuge. That or some playful little FAE creature who glowed so bright that you couldn't see the details of her tiny body. What it had really been, though, was a single torch that a soldier was carrying held above his head along a city rampart, each step causing the flame above him to sway and bounce as though it was alive and had a mind of its own. And as the illusions were broken and reality set in the man leading the group's eyes began to adjust to a long, tall, gray wall in front of he and his group. A thing that gave him a feeling of relief as he ushered the others quickly off of the road and across a wooden bridge to the gates that were raised and closed." Grant us passage to an inn within the city, or we'll not make it through the storm!", the man's loud, deep voice called up to the man on the walls who quickly became three and then a moment later five. And as the five of them conferred about letting them in it was the leader who reached back and pulled the girl into and embrace who'd been behind him so that she could get warm against his side. Then, a moment later, the little built in door along the massive doors built into the wall popped open and swung away for them to enter in before it closed behind the last one." Head to that inn right there and we'll come and find you in the morning. I've to have a talk about who you are and why you've arrived so late without notice.", one of the guards said as the leader of the traveling group followed the man's extended arm to see which inn he was pointing towards. He then glanced back towards the others, nodded towards the same inn and lead them along towards the establishment, which was a three-story pub and home built for housing many guests. A perfect place to hold up for the night so that they could get their bearings before figuring out what to do after their temporary stop in that Kingdom. That was a discussion for the following day, though, and so they made quick work of dealing with the innkeeper who took the leader's offered sack of coin in exchange for a room to stay in for two nights in a row." Go on and head up.", the leader said as he handed off a room key to one of the other men with him. And as the three of them ventured off to get comfortable in the room it was their makeshift leader who took the time to have a few meals ordered and sent up as well as having a couple jugs of beer sent up as well. Tonight was going to be a night of full bellies and happy hearts, and he was going to make certain of that. He just needed to get upstairs, get into something more comfortable and wait for the order to be brought up now, and so he made quick work of the stairs as he jogged up to the second floor and found his way to the room that the others were waiting for him in. Larkin - the Black AlphaLARKIN "THE BLACK ALPHA"(Larking Rand Alias: Black Alpha Race: Human - WildlingSocial Status: Warrior Brave Birthplace: What was once New Orleans, Louisiana Homeland: The American South-East Family: Grandfather: Mean Rand - Deceased Mother: Daley Rand - Deceased Siblings:Kellen - Male, 19Behl - Female, 14Age: 27 Gender: Male Orientation: Heterosexual Culture: Tribal Height: 6'4"Weight: 223 lbs Eye Color: Blue Hair Color: Auburn/Red Armor that Larking took from the soldier he killed on the road.(BASTARD SWORD(Arya Annette( Name: Arya  Age: 22  Gender: Female  Race: Human-  Status: Nobility Secretly considers herself a Hunter Sexual Orientation: Straight  Home: Kingdom based in the area that was once Chattanooga Tennessee into northern Georgia Kingdom-based culture and societal structure/ caste system Royalty, nobility, servants, workers, slaves, etc.…  Family Name: Annette  Family Parents: Mai and Stephon Annette Mother passed, father 52o Siblings: Landon 15, Sasha 25  Eye Color: Green  Hair color: Ash/ Dirty Blonde  Hairstyle: Short to medium length usually with a side braid or basic braid  Height: 5’3 Weight: 115lbs (( Take the hood from the first and add it to the second picture for when she is hunting/ not around the noble court. (for the courts minus the armor (a second hunting outfit used for cold weather The young woman sat quietly between her younger brother and elder sister at a long table full of food and alcohol. None of which interested her in the slightest. Her family had been invited to a kingdom away from home. Her father was invited as an ambassador for their kingdom by the king and queen and so here they are... Arya can't say she was thrilled to be here, as it made it that much harder to sneak away from a party like this. Back home she knows all the secret passages and areas to sneak out of the palace and the noble houses like hers. The young woman has never been a fan of parties such as the one she is attending right now, instead, she prefers to be surrounded by nature than copped up in cold cement walls. Arya sighs softly as she looks out the large windows surrounding the dining hall. The weather outside was enchanting in her eyes shining eyes. The snow outside was a drastic change from the overbearing amount of light and colors inside the dining hall she found herself in. As cold as it is, the girl knows she would much rather be away from the many prying eyes watching her and her sister. Perhaps, if she were interested in such things she would look back, possibly even flirt with some of the men here. The girl knows that would make her parents happy. Even her sister has been engaging the men, old and young, at the party in conversation and dancing. For Arya, she would much rather be anywhere else and definitely away from all of these men who think they can control her just because of what is between their legs and hers. You know, little sister. Perhaps, if you actually interacted with people here you would actually have a good time. Maybe even find yourself a possible husband like my own fiancé back home. The elder of the two women says to Arya as the younger continues to stare out the windows before looking towards her sister. And perhaps, dear sister. I have no interest in such things. I would much rather be anywhere but here interacting with people that think they are better than everyone else just because of who gave birth to them or who they are married to. Besides, I am far from being like you. I have no interest in finding a husband, let alone someone that would only want me for my body and children and not for my skills and who I am. The younger woman had replied angrily. She wanted nothing to do with finding a husband amount the men here and her sister knows that. Looking back to where all the nobles and guests like herself are dancing and then again at her sister, Arya finally stands up to go in search of some fresh air, or some way to get out and explore the town as opposed to the castle. If mother or father ask. I went back to our room. Arya huffed before walking away from her judgmental sister and the rest of the uptight nobles in the room. Arya walked the halls of the castle until she made it to the castle garden. She looked around at all the beautiful plants before walking along the hedges. The woman contemplated a way to climb or slip through them in her current outfit. The dress was not what she would normally pick to wear when trying to get out of a castle to do some exploring, but it would have to do. She proceeded to tear the sides of her dress on the bottom to make climbing easier and patted herself on the back for choosing flats over heels unlike what her mother and sister suggested. It took some time, but she eventually found a large enough opening in the hedges for her to slip out of the garden. With a few scratches, but nothing that would bother her. She found the town outside the castle to be quaint and nice. At least the market areas where she was walking through currently. Arya was many things, stupid not being one of them. She has no intentions of going into the parts of town that were awake near the bars and port. She was very many aware things could go wrong when she had no weapons on her. The woman could fight, but there is only so much someone of her size and stature could do against someone larger or with a weapon. She became so lost in thought and her exploration that she lost track of where she was walking and ended up closer to the kingdom walls than she had planned. For one, she could get in a lot of trouble if she got caught by any of the guards for being out and not at the castle. For another, this is where many of the taverns and such tend to be. At least that is how her own kingdom is set up. Arya needs to quickly figure out where to turn around to get back to the castle without getting caught by anyone. As she turns a corner she hears the sound of footsteps approaching. "What is such a pretty thing like yourself doing out here all alone. You look more like someone from the castle than townsfolk, pretty thing. An unknown man says approaching Arya. She cringes as she backs away from the man holding her hands in fists in front of herself. It is obvious that the man is extremely drunk and only wants one thing from her. Nothing you should concern yourself with. I am just out on a walk for fresh air and should be going now. The woman says speeding up her steps as she continues to watch the man. Unfortunately, Arya is so focused on the drunk man and how to best get away from him that she doesn't notice herself making a mistake. She allowed the man to back her up against a wall... C-come any closer and I will fight. I am not afraid to fight. She had no intentions of letting this man get his hands on her... (Larking was beginning to construct the possible fib laden story that he could feed the Guard Captain that had ordered he and the others with him to stay at a specific inn near the wall. An order that he did not intend to disobey for fear that if he should and then try to hide his small group among the common folk of the city they might still be found eventually. And when they were, he would have been beheaded, and the rest of them would have been sold off as slaves. So he had all night to consider the things about their story that would need to change and the things that could stay all the same, and yet still he was a bit stressed at the thought of their being discovered. At the thought of someone finding out their secret that he was no Knight, and that he was not even a soldier, scout, or even a lowly plebeian of the lower, commoner class. He was nothing to the people of this kingdom but a lying, wildling man who was trying to protect the last things precious to him in his world. His brother and his sister. And he was going to do absolutely anything within his power in order to make certain that they survive, so that their bloodline could survive. That way, no matter if he survived the next few years or not, their name would live on, their bloodline would have a chance, and his siblings might find a way to be happy with what little they would end up having in the world. Some things were planned, and some things just happened, and everything in between was simply out of your control. If you were careful enough, though, he knew that he could maneuver carefully enough in this kingdom so that they could secure for themselves a place. Perhaps a little home that they could share for the time being while the men would get proper jobs and if his sister preferred, she too could become a seamstress, barmaid, a cook or even more. It would just require that they plan carefully and compose themselves to the best of their abilities like the others of the society. They were from a more primitive group of people, after all, but they were still smart. They were still intelligent enough to know how things worked in societies like those, and Larking more than the others was well aware that they could evolve plenty enough to resemble the typical kingdom commoner in nothing more than a fortnight. All he had to worry about now were the laws and the guards, for if they ever stepped out of line and drew too much attention to them then they would certainly be found out eventually. When they got to the inn Larking stopped with the others and glanced at each of them for a moment. "Alright.," he told them as he pulled a leather pouch of coin from his pocket so that he could plop it into his younger brother's upturned palm. "You're in charge until I return. Have them give us a room with at least three beds if possible, but we can work with two if we must. Then order four meals and a couple of pitchers of water as well. There should be plenty enough coin in that pouch for that. I'll be back as soon as I can."" Of course.", his younger brother said as his fingers curled around the pouch before tucking it into his pocket. That pouch of coins had been one of the things that they'd collected from the slain Knights that they had fought on the road, and it was likely more than any commoner should have had any good excuse for having, but Larking wasn't worried. His brother had always been a smart one like him, and he had always told his brother that he'd been the smarter, wiser one between the two. Whether or not Larking truly believed it, he'd say it every time he thought of how proud he was of his brother because he also wanted to reinforce his best qualities. It was also the same reason that he trusted his brother with taking on serious tasks like getting them situated at the inn for the evening. Because he knew he could trust him to do it right. As Larking bade them farewell for a little while so that he could begin prowling the streets of the Kingdom he settled his eyes on the community and began to watch the way they functioned. If they were going to meld into the society seamlessly enough never to be questioned of their origins then it was important that they begin functioning as the other commoners did immediately. That meant studying them carefully and understanding their tendencies, and Larking was keen on learning the way things worked within the lower class community as quickly as he could so that he could guide the others. They knew things were going to be different, of course, but it was the little details about the way that they functioned separating communities of people from kingdom to tribe to roaming band of rogues. There were little characteristics and tendencies that the common folk of their newly adopted kingdom possessed that Larking and his little bunch simply didn't, and that was what he was on the lookout for. Not only that, but taking a quiet tour of the town's streets would allow for him to begin getting acclimated with the area that he was, at the beginning of the following day, going to start calling home. For now, though, his amber eyes were shifting back and forth as he silently walked along, ever watchful for the mannerisms of those still out and about in the evening. The streets were mostly quiet, though, and the longer he walked in the evening, the less lively the streets would become. A fact that didn't surprise him knowing that it was somewhere around ten o'clock in the evening, and that meant that people were either in bed, in a pub or whoring about. That much he'd known since he was just a boy, though because he'd visited kingdoms like these in his past on more than just a few occasions. All so that he and his father could barter goods and trade with local people who had more access to better food and supplies than he and their tribesman ever would. He was the most comfortable in this place, and that was something that he would need to consider when teaching the others these little ways in which they would need to evolve. For now, though, the peace and quiet of a long walk was welcomed after all that they had been through. Blood and chaos had been their call of retreat from the massive, wild territories of the world after humanity had first fallen, and a second time began to blood from a medieval era. Now that they were here in a kingdom with walls around them, though, he did already feel safer, even though there were villains and monsters to be wary of even there in a mostly peaceful and more civilized place. A peaceful and more civilized place that he too was interested in maintaining along with everyone else that was already there, as long as he could convince them all that he was one of them and always had been. When Larking overheard what sounded like some kind of argument between a man and a woman he rounded the corner and began walking up another street, eyes shifting back and forth until he noticed a young woman backing away from a man of average size. He was a little taller than most standing at around six feet, but he was only about a hundred and seventy or so pounds. In fact, he was able to tell instantly that he was much larger than the slowly encroaching man who he could tell was making the girl quite uncomfortable. And Larking being the type of man to be protective of his own little sister from men like that felt a similar rush of fury racing like a searing flame up his spine. So, while considering the fact that he couldn't risk letting this man see his face, Larking began taking slow, quiet strides towards the two of them before he finally stepped out of a shadowed corner and stood right behind the shorter, smaller man. His broad shoulders could be seen above and around the edges of the other man, and his eyes could be seen glaring down at him from just above the shorter man's head. Before the shorter man had realized that they weren't alone, though, Larking reached up, slipped his hand into his eyebrow length hair and clutched his thick, powerful fingers into a fist. Immediately he took control of the man's head and kept him facing forwards, but as the man tried to cry out and grasp for Larking's hand he was cracked in the side of the head with the massive ginger man's weaker left-handed strike. It was with a balled up fist, and the sharp ends of his knuckles sank into the smaller man's cheek and immediately caused him to drop to his knees. And Larking hadn't even thought he had given him that ruthless a shot. As long as he was still somewhat conscious, though, he would get the message, he was sure." Hello there, my friend.," Larking said as he glanced down at the barely kneeling man who was having trouble keeping upright, but the man clutching his hair was strong and pulled back so that he would stay kneeling in between him and the girl. "I haven't had the chance to introduce myself, and for the sake of my own well-being I won't, but I live down here with you and everyone else, just so that you're aware.", he first said, clearly trying to impart something very important to the kneeling, now groaning man who reached up and gently cradled his cheek that was already doubled in size. "If I should go on my nightly stroll again and ever come across you cornering a woman in an alleyway off the road again... I'll fucking kill you.," he warned, his voice getting much deeper and much more intimidating when he, after a moment of intense silence, got to the point. "In fact, I won't just kill you. I'll kill you, tuck you into a wagon in the night, ride south for the nearest swamp, dump your remains into the mud and let nature take care of you. Because that'll be more than someone like you would ever deserve." By the time that Larking was done describing the ruthless nature in which the man would be treated should he ever be caught doing anything similar to what he just had been with a young woman that neither of them had even known it was over. There wasn't really a fight at all, however. Just a vile man looking weaker by the second as his cheek kept swelling, and his ringing mind began to contemplate Larking's threats. In fact, by the time that Larking was done speaking, the man was actually weeping a bit from a combination of fear and pain that he was experiencing. So, in the interest of not continuing the unsightly and unflattering moment, Larking leaned down next to the man and offered one, final comment of reinforcement. "People like you are lower than the cockroaches you sleep with at night. So whenever you wake up I would consider just disappearing entirely. Maybe take your chances out in the countryside." That was the last thing said before Larking raised back up, rare back and cracked the man, this time twice as hard with a balled up right fist across the only other undamaged cheek he had left. And when he received the second blow he flopped into the street and didn't move a muscle, likely to remain there until morning. A place that Larking couldn't afford to be by the time the sun came back up again. The girl, though, had seen his face, and he hadn't contemplated what to do in a case like that. With the reinforcement that she'd never seen his likeness before, though, and the fact that they were standing in a dark alleyway where his features wouldn't be easily distinguished, he took his chances, immediately turned his back on her and started to leave." Go home where you'll be safe.," he said over his shoulder as he elevated his pace taking those long, powerful strides down the road back towards where he'd come from. He'd done enough exploring for one night, and he needed to disappear into that inn where he could reconnect with the others and work out his story for the following day. (couldn't help but stare in utter shock as some stranger intervened and stopped the drunk man from doing whatever he had planned. Truth be told many in her own kingdom let alone most others would likely not even bother helping someone let alone an individual they did not know. At least, from what she has seen when walking among the people of her kingdom while disguising herself. Granted she is very grateful for the help considering Arya has no weapons on her, she could have used, and drunk men often keep going even when injured. "Thank you for that, sir. It was most appreciated. Is there anything I can do to repay you..." Arya had asked even as she realized the man likely did not hear her as he quickly left the alley. "Well, I should head back to the castle. Not a great idea to stay out any longer. I don't even know how long I've been gone. I need to hope no one of importance or my parents have noticed." She says quietly to herself as she leaves the alley and begins the walk back to the castle, and the party being held within. On the way back to the castle, Arya could not help but think of the man that saved her. She could have followed the man and found out why he had stepped in but decided that was not the smartest or safest route. Perhaps, in the morning or afternoon, if she can get away again, she will try to find the man and thank him properly with some coins or another item of value. While there was only a small amount of light she was able to see some of the man's features and hopes to be able to recognize him in the daylight. One feature that stood out to her the most was how tall he was. While it wasn't the first time she has seen an above-average male, it is always striking when she does. As Arya reaches the same hedges she used to sneak away earlier she hears the sound of feet walking just on the other side. Quickly, she presses herself against the hedges and does her best not to move a muscle. At least until whoever it was walked away so she could squeeze through the little gap from earlier. "I swear, Landon, when we find Arya, I'm going not going to hold back! She is just lucky we were able to convince mother and father to let us get her. I should have known earlier she was lying so she could sneak out just like she does back home. All three of us will be in a world of trouble with our parents if she doesn't come back soon, and we get caught." Arya hears her sister Sasha say from the other side of the hedge she is hiding against. She supposes that answers the question on who it was on the other side... "Oh, relax Sasha. Can you really blame our sister? I'm ten years younger than you and understand how much she hates parties like these. You and I both know it was only a matter of time before she snuck off to view the town. Honestly, I wonder how mother and father haven't discovered her favorite pastime yet. After all, I caught her sneaking out back when I was eight." Arya's brother Landon says in response to her sister's words. In all honesty, the boy has a point she thinks. Arya suddenly thinks of an idea that will make both Landon and herself laugh if it works... Arya Jumps through the hedge right in front of her siblings with a giant grin on her face. "Hello, siblings mine. Out for a stroll in the garden. Can't blame you for wanting to get away from all the stuffy people that think they are better than everyone else just because of their social status. Oh, and Sasha, I would love to hear what you have to say. It's not my fault your interests and mine are not the same. Nor is it my fault you chose to lie to mother and father for me. In reality, you could have told them your suspicions and not risked getting in trouble." Arya says as she calmly walks back to the dinner party as if she never left. As she walked Landon helped her brush any branches and leaves off her dress and out of her hair while Sasha walked behind them with a frown on her face and her arms crossed. All the elder of the two women did in response to Arya's words was to glare darkly at her sister and wish they were back home so she could rant about the younger to her friends. By the time the three siblings entered the dining hall, Arya was looking as presentable as ever. Once the three were back inside they walked right to their spots at the table and sat down. Almost immediately, Arya's mother began talking to her about socializing with the other guests. After all, according to her mother, "it's not every day we get invited to things like this with your father. We need to show we are a united family and support him as an ambassador...etc." Not that Arya even cares remotely about politics. In fact, they are her least favorite topic in the entire world. She is positive she would rather talk about anything else, well aside from when her mother talks to her about finding a husband and having children. Arya prefers to be a free spirit and intends to keep things that way for as long as she can before her parents decide to throw the white flag out and arrange for her to marry some man from either her kingdom or another. Anyway. Nothing changes the fact that she was dragged there by her father along with her mother and siblings so that he could show how strong his bloodline is and use his family as leverage. While Sasha already has a fiancé neither Arya nor Landon were taken and could therefore have their hands asked for. This was all her father's plan to attempt to get even further in favor of their king and the nobles of other kingdoms. "Ugh. I love you mother, but I think this is my queue to call it a night. I really have no interest in being used by my father as a pawn. Not to mention I have no interest in any of the men here who are completely full of themselves and living off their father's wealth. Those that aren't are either already taken, or knights who I also have no real interest in as at any moment they could be required to leave myself and any possible children simply because their king decrees it." Arya states before getting up and walking away... When Arya arrived in the rooms gifted to her for their stay in this kingdom, she immediately changed out of her dress into more comfortable attire... Once dressed, she walked over to the balcony of the room and stared out into the night sky and imagining she was back home. She will admit this place is beautiful in its own way, but nothing compares to the mountains and trees from home. Of being able to wander the woods and climb the cliffs to relax at a spring or pond below a waterfall. Her wandering thoughts of home lead to her thinking about how if she had been home she would have been dressed differently when in the town and even had a dagger or her bow on her. She would not have needed that strange man to rescue her but instead would have had the drunk on his knees. At least that is what the woman would like to think would have been the result... In the end, she will never know what could have been in that situation and should instead focus on her future. She will do her best to try and find that man to thank him before her family leaves. From there, who knows what her plans are or what her future will hold. Arya thinks to herself as she walks off the balcony closing its intricate glass doors and heading to the bed centered in the room. She proceeds to pull back the covers of the bed and lays down. Once settled into the bed she looks out the balcony doors into the night once again as she allows herself and her mind to drift off to sleep. (rest of the evening went exactly as Larking had planned when he'd gotten back to the inn, because just like he had instructed his younger brother had gotten them a room, ordered them their meals and had taken care of things. Just as he should have. Because he was reliable and admirable, which were things that even Larking didn't believe of himself. He loved his brother dearly for being all together better than him, because that's what he needed to be. Because that was what would end up giving him a better lot in life in the long run, and that towering ginger who was making his way up the stairs of the inn to his temporary home knew that better than anything else. He looked up to Kellen just as much as Kellen had looked up to him, which was a fact that would have surprised his younger brother, he was sure, but it was very much the truth. Admirable men made grand impressions, and Kellen was nothing if not grand. So when Larking reached the top step of the stairs and glanced down a long wooden hall of rooms he knew that when he knocked thrice, two times over that he would see his anxiously waiting brother again." Thunk! Thunk! Thunk!", echoed down the hall from beneath his middle knuckle as he rapped against the wall, and when that sound was heard a young man glanced up from the knife that he was sharpening while leaning down against the tops of his knees clearly waiting for something. Then, when he heard that same, three knocks he bolted up from his chair, reached the door and unlocked it so that he could peer out and down the hall. And when he did, he spotted his eldest brother, reached out a single arm and waived at him to come down the hall and into the room. When Larking came inside the room for the first time it felt like he could finally breathe again now that he was seeing his brother and sister again, and as the night continued on, moment for a moment, their eyes eventually grew heavy. Sleep was had by the four of them after bellies had been filled and stresses had been sated by some stiff drink. And until morning they would explore the depths of their dreams and the heights of their imaginations. The next day the Guard Captain came to the inn just as he said he would, early in the morning just before the sun came up, and when Larking heard the knocking on their door he knew why he was hearing it. He was quick out of bed and quick to reassure the others that everything was fine, however, well aware that they would worry regardless, but perhaps less if he could appear confident that everything was perfectly tame. That he wasn't certain of at all, though, and he had no intention of telling the others that either. They'd been through enough, and they deserved a mental and emotional break from the hectic goings-on in their lives of late. Of course, if Larking was wrong then that would not at all be the case, but he had to believe that things would turn out alright, because one way or the other he was going to have to go downstairs and speak to that man. And so that's exactly what he did. Conversation between the two men began light, and even though neither of them much felt like going through the pleasantries they did, for the sake of keeping things civil and starting off "on the right foot" so to speak. After that, though, it was right down to business as each of them sipped a coffee and Larking began to explain to the man where they'd come from and why they were there. And even though Larking had embellished a bit with his tale, most of it had been true. He'd told the man that they were from a much smaller community than the Kingdom they had found themselves in, and Tribes were most certainly smaller. He even went on to describe them as farmers by trade who lived as peaceful people. When the questions came around to the armor that he and the other two men with him had been wearing, though, Larking almost, for just a moment, felt caught. That was just another opportunity for his quick wit to impress even himself, though." The armor, yes. Well as you can imagine, being a small farming community of about eighty people whose family farms were all interconnecting you won't be surprised to hear that we didn't have really any sort of military. As farmers, though, what we did have was strong, young men. So, keeping up with the crops and selling or trading off whatever we could afford to lose we saved as much money as we could. We then traveled to the nearest Kingdom where we had seven suits of this armor commissioned in the sizes of some of the strongest men in the community. One suit for each of the seven farms that made up our little nation of peaceful botanists.," he told the man who continued to watch Larking's handsome face carefully. "These are three of them, and we'd used them to defend against rogues and bandits alike until we were outdone eventually. Everything's gone except for us and what we were able to save when we escaped." The story was fairly strong, the Guard Captain would have admitted, and it was one that he had decided to accept, though he did make certain to make one thing clear. And that was that he was going to be keeping a close eye on Larking for a while, which was far better than most other outcomes he'd been pondering before their conversation had begun." To become citizens of this Kingdom you'll owe the crown five percent of your income each week as tax, and you'll be expected to support the crown's military by providing one male from your family, just like all the others.," he told Larking, but it had caught him off guard a bit. Clearly neither his brother wasn't going to be allowed to join the military by him, and he couldn't rightly ask Kade, the only one of the group who wasn't related to the rest of them, to go and risk his life for any one of them. So it had to be him, and he knew it." If you select the strongest or more skilled of the men in your family, though, you might end up getting lucky. Sometimes when the Officers of the military see a natural warrior they'll be quick to Knighthood and will likely just compete in local Knight competitions for the rest of their lives, assuming they don't end up deploying our Knights because an actual war begins.," he explained, but when he saw the serious look on Larking's face while the large, ginger headed man stared blankly at the wall and deep in thought he realized that perhaps that was a bit dark to say." I mean... there hasn't been a war for a long time, so I'm sure it'll be fine. Most Knights, if they're good enough, pick up sponsors like Nobles, Politicians and sometimes even the royalty of rival Kingdoms. And if that happens then you'll probably just compete until you're old, gray and can't eat any more pork and venison." It was meant to make the moment a little lighter and easier to take in, but it didn't take long for the Guard Captain to realize that he didn't need to be trying to ease this man's mind either. It wasn't his job, and he had work to do that was far more pressing than the conversation he had found himself in." By the infinite tone of silence from you, I'm guessing that it is going to be you joining the military.," he said, to which Larking silently nodded while he kept staring at the little, flickering candle flame hovering just above its wax peak. And as he did, he began to consider what now he must do to keep the others safe when he wasn't going to be able to be around all the time. Kellen could handle it, though, and he knew it." Yeah. I'll sign up.," Larking said, to which the Guard Captain instantly replied." Great.", the man said as he pulled out a bit of paper and then a pen to make a note on it." You just did. Now write your name there.", he instructed as he handed Larking the parchment and watched him sign whatever mark he preferred, name or symbol for his family crest." There's to be an open tournament tomorrow where Knights will get the rare opportunity to compete against Soldiers who are on the up and up. It's a way of testing the most brawny and capable young talent in the military to see if they might better be suited to the training of a Knight instead. You just signed up.," he told Larking whose mouth fell open as he watched the man get up, tuck the parchment into his coat pocket and then give him one last glance before turning to walk away. Before he got too far for Larking to hear him over the rest of the chatter in the room, though, the man stopped and glanced back at Larking to tell him one last thing." Tomorrow morning dawn your armor and report to the King's Rest keep at the heart of the Kingdom. There will be eight Knights competing among the young soldiers and common folk who have military aspirations. That's where they're going to test you, and on the upside if you manage to get a placing of any kind you'll be given a monetary prize. So yeah. Get ready.", the man finally said before he turned his head back forwards so that he could finally head for the door and walk out. (sound of multiple birds chirping caused Arya to wake from her peaceful sleep slowly. She sat up and stretched her arms out while yawning softly. "I can't believe I actually managed to fall asleep as I did. But, I'm glad for it." Arya whispers softly to herself while looking around the room she was gifted for her family's stay in the kingdom so far from hers. Her room back home is definitely preferred over this one. Back home her room is full of different colors that go together from teal walls and a bed to match. She misses her sitting area where she has candles set up for her to read by the fireplace of her room. Most of all, she misses the hidden part of her closet that help her to hunt outfit bow and arrows. She keeps them hidden from her mother, for the most part, knowing the older woman would demand Arya get rid of the weapon immediately as it is unbecoming for a woman of her status to have such items. At least according to her mother. Her father on the other hand strongly encouraged it so she could protect herself, at least secretly he did. Her father even helped her find the person that taught her how to make bows and arrows so she could make her own instead of buying them. Arya, are you awake yet. You know it is really not proper for a lady to sleep in so late. There is so much that we, as women of nobility, need to do in order to prepare for the day. Especially considering our family has been invited to sit with the king to watch the tournament being held here with the Knights and any soldiers that want to fight! I can't believe he even invited you with how you barely interacted with anyone at the dinner party. Just to annoy her I decided to smile and act just as excited as her. Oh, joy!! You mean I can sit with the king and his family!! Hah.yeah not my idea of a good time. Arya states sarcastically while looking through the wardrobe in the room. While she would have preferred to have her outfits from home or at least picked out herself. Instead of course her mother picked everything out for her under the pretense that Arya would not pick out and pack proper dresses and clothes for an event and trip such as this. Not that her mother is wrong. Arya would have to admit if it was up to her, all of her clothes would be shirts and tunics with either leather or cloth pants depending on her mood. But, she has the perfect outfit in mind. Once she managed to slip into her bags without her mother noticing.(honestly can’t wait to see the look on Sasha and her mothers faces. You know little sister, I love your dearly, but you have a terrible attitude when it comes to things like this. Our family has been given a great honor both from our own king and now this one. I would like to think you respect father enough to actually be excited for him and the opportunities we have been given through him. Sasha states in a disgusted manner like I’m some horrible person for disliking social events let alone ones where I’m forced to interject with other nobility or royals like the kings' family. Even more so when I know the crown prince for this kingdom has yet to be betrothed to anyone, so I’m sure this is a ploy to make us interact. Got to love politics…. I really hate how involved politics are within the day-to-day lives of families like mine. Like yes, I understand my family is nobility, and we are in another kingdom because my father is an ambassador for our own, but why must he involve me!? Sasha is already marrying some up-and-coming knight that’s best friends with the crown prince from our own kingdom and close friends with the princess, so it truly makes no sense why I have to bother with these things. Oh yes, my apologies. Trust me, I love and respect our father more than you could ever imagine. But that does not mean I have any interest in things like this or hanging around other nobles. I much prefer spending time with the townsfolk or in the woods. I’d have to say its much more pleasant company. But don’t worry dear sister, I will make sure to be on my best behavior at the tournament. Arya says hoping Sasha will leave so she can finally get dressed without her in the room to see what she plans to wear. It took a few more minutes of back and forth between Arya and her sister before the elder finally left the room to allow the younger to get ready for the day. A few hours later Arya was walking down the halls to where she was supposed to be meeting her parents, younger brother, and sister. A servant informed her that they were to meet in the main hall where they will then be escorted to a carriage where they will be taken to the tournament stadium. To be honest, she was excited to see the look on everyone’s faces when they saw her. Her outfit is certainly not one considered traditional for women of nobility such as herself. She walked into the main hall with a smile on her face acting as normal as can be. Her younger brother started laughing while covering his mouth to muffle the sound. Arya's father simply stood with a smile on his face while shaking his head. Now her mother and sister, they wore faces of complete shock and mortification. Arya, darling. That is really not an appropriate attire to be wearing in front of the King and his family. It may be one thing back home where the people understand your personality and how you are different from most, but here… It could be taken as an act of disrespect… let us just hope the king and crown prince are okay with women in stations such as ours being a little more… Classy. Alas, we must be going through as to not be late for the starting events and introductions of the knights and soldiers. Arya simply rolled her eyes in response while she began walking to the doors. She has no interest in talking to her mother about such things, least of all given her comment about the king and her son. The woman has no interest in trying to impress either man and wished her mother would respect her decisions. The carriage what an overly extravagant interior in Arya's opinion, especially for traveling such a short distance. It was full of cushions covered in silk with matching drapes over the windows. All in the colors of the royal house. She was honestly glad when they made it to the stadium the tournament was held in and able to escape the blasted thing. She much preferred riding her horse then traveling in such cramped spaces. Although she must admit the stadium was tastefully decorated inside and out. The pillars and walls were decorated in the banners of the many knights and houses of those participating that bore signals. Even the Royal box was nicely decorated to the woman’s surprise. Welcome to the kings box, Annette family. A well-dressed servant says as they walk through a wall of curtains and beads. Her father thanked the man as they walked through where they were greeted by two guards and the king. Welcome, Annette’s, to the best view in the entire stadium. I assure you that from here you will not miss a moment of the fights or any other events. The king says as he claps Arya's father and brother on the shoulder before kissing her mother, Sasha’s, and Arya's hands in greeting. She of course showed respect by bowing in turn for the king and his family as everyone was introduced. Of course, she wasn’t surprised in the slightest when she was seated next to the crown prince. As things progressed, and they started to bring out the participants Arya let out a small unheard gasp. The man that helped her the other night was among the men competing. "Well shit, you must be good at fucking something.", said a man of average height with dusty looking gray hair and a beard of white. He was just in the middle of his fifties, but already his color had gone and been replaced by something that was honestly more befitting of a man of authority." Our laws can be lenient with foreigners who can serve the Kingdom and swear their allegiance to a new Kingdom and become something more than what they were. That's what you are, but you have to be worth something. One of your people has to be able to fight. They have to be able to put on a show, and when not putting on a show they have to kill for their King. That's the way this works, boy.", the man said, although the 'boy' that he'd been referring to was about five or six inches taller than he. Tall enough, in fact, that he had to crane his neck just to look him directly in the eye." Ginger boys with shoulders like those should be worth more.", he insulted, which appeared to be the last of his insults that the taller man was willing to take." I didn't say I wasn't good at eat, ya old can', just' that most of'em were better!", he yelled at the short man whose head swayed back a bit in surprise when he saw the passion in the younger man's face. "I'm strung. Strength Dean most eh deem wrecks, answer.," he said, which was an odd defense to take when both of those men knew that a man who was better in technique could almost always win against a brute of strength and no skill with a blade. "I can learn swords better later. Fern nah meh only real taken' is win a bow. But win a bow I can clip a coin ought of sum'n's hand from twenty-five yards." His explanation was appreciated, but the content of his words was not. The older man huffed and glanced away for a moment while he dealt with his frustrations by slipping one of his large, war-hardened hands through his silver hair to calm himself. It was difficult to be understood by foreign men on occasion, but this one was particularly bullheaded and thick to boot. One thing that he could be given credit for was that he was no liar, though, for he was truly an impressive shot. Impressive enough to win the archery portion of the competition that he was going to be competing in that day, but none of the rest of it. Not unless he figured out a way to give him an advantage against the other men in the tourney." Look, damn you.", the older man said as he glared back up at the taller, larger man. "You're strong, sure. Strong as a damn horse with the arms and shoulders that you would need to pull the longbows of your countrymen.," he admitted, though he was still under the impression that this man had been part of the Algerian Kingdom that had fallen just a month before. Namely, because that had been what the young man had told him, because that was the story that he and the rest of his group had decided upon that evening before. A better story to try and sell than the one he'd told the Gate Captain of just eighty or so farmers trying to make it alone in this world. It made more sense that they had been from another Kingdom that had perhaps been destroyed in recent days, and Algeria was the only such Kingdom that he had known had been brought down by a rival Kingdom. It was a complete and utter lie, and more than that, it served its purpose to perfection." I've even heard my own Knights talk about the strength that some men had to pull those two-hundred pound draws of their longbows. Not something any average man can do, for certain.," he admitted, even though it pained him to compliment the man's strength when strength wasn't what would get him through." That strength is the key to being the very best of warriors, but without any weapon skill you'll be just another body taking up space on a battlefield. This here. This tournament is where you need to practice, because if you don't get better than this then you'll be dead by thirty years anyway.," he told Larking as he raised his own sword and showed it to the younger man." So when I say to catch the damn blade and then push it away instead of fucking swatting it like you're getting after a bat in your attic then you'll respect that and do as you're told!", he yelled at the larger man again before he finally stepped back, took a deep breath and then let it go in an annoyed sigh." It's called a parry, and when you parry you can guide someone's blade away from you, which is why you would push to your left or your right, or... you could parry to counter and push their blade back into their own chests perhaps cutting and hurting them in the process.," he explained, though when he mentioned pushing someone's blade back into them, it seemed to get the taller man's attention a bit." Something tells me you're going to be the parry and bull rush them type, so I don't know why I even mention anything else. And while we're on the subject, stop talking like a fuck'n imbecile. I don't know what flea ridden gutter you must have been living in back in Algeria, but people talk proper here so start getting used to it.," he scolded again, ever critical and ever harsh, as a cold father might be to a son. Three hours later..." Let the melee... BEGIN!" The cheers after the big announcement were causing the wooden boards and slats that made up the tournament stadium clatter and tremble with the heights of their anticipation. It meant that the tournament was now officially beginning, and just like all the tournament formats before, they would begin with the much anticipated Melee where one team of Knights would be set against another in a knock down, drag out fight which only had one limit. There was no mortal consequence in a melee unless ordered by the King or Queen, and that hadn't happened in decades since then. The rare occasions ranging from the royalty deciding to make a bloody show of some of their imprisoned, enemy Knights fighting and killing one another, or as a punishment for some awful wrongdoing. Besides that, though, there were no lives to be taken, and even accidental killings could carry charges of murder in some cases. It could still be ripe with sweat and with blood, and even a few fingers could go missing without much criticism being cast at the winner, but death was strictly unacceptable. It was the one line not to be crossed, and it was the one way in which they kept these events respectable and civil. Otherwise, there would be far fewer contestants and likely far fewer spectators as well. This was to be a part of an annual celebration, though, and whispers of a foreign Knight having joined their Kingdom in recent weeks was making its rounds.("What was the order of the matches again?", one of the Knights on the tourney pitch asked as he leaned over to someone that he was clearly well acquainted with. Both were talented, handsome, strong and young, one of blonde hair and blue eyes, the other of dark brown hair and copper eyes. Not brothers by blood, but by bond as Knights of the King and Queen of that Kingdom most proud. They were two of the finest Knights known and among about twenty highly decorated ones who had already made names for themselves in the military. Beyond those legendary twenty men there were more Knights of talent and strength in battle, but those few hundreds of men hadn't achieved the great things that the men of the tournament had. For the men in the tournament weren't just soldiers. They were the Queen's Wrath, personally selected by her and her alone. A special unit who served both in the field as an elite fighting unit with no true equal in the military as well as serving as the King's and Queen's personal guard. Twenty men who none would challenge to get to the King and Queen, and yet they were all accounted for on that field that day, along with some of the up-and-coming stars of the region. Only four of the twenty weren't with the group, and that was because none of them had been much interested in the tournament as older Knights of the King's army. They had been allowed to sit in the stands and stand guard around their Royal betters, just as they would prefer. "I don't know. I think it was something like... Melee... Joust... Archery... then singles?", the blonde man said, his facial expression one of confusion as he too wasn't entirely certain of the order of the games that they would partake in. "It doesn't really matter, though, does it? It's going to end the same way. We'll end up in the top eight, then we'll probably end up in the top four again, and then it'll probably just come down to you and me.," he said dismissively, assuming that he and his close companion of the Queen's Wrath would make it through to the end and have to decide between them again. It had happened a couple of times before, and on other occasions things had gone differently, but what was for certain was that they were going to have some fun with the others. "What in god's name is that?", the brunette asked as he glanced down the line to see a man who was nearly a head taller than everyone else. "Fuck me, he's big.," he said as he followed up his initial reaction with one commenting on the man's height and size." Heh, yeah he's big, but that doesn't mean he can fight, Kaden. In fact, I proved that size isn't everything not long ago, as you'll recall. Isn't the right?", the blonde said, his cocky expression still handsome despite the shit-eating grin he was wearing." Yes, Arnold, we've all heard the story about you felling the ten-foot tyrant wildling... thing... or whatever you said it was, but he wasn't ten feet tall, ya shit. He was barely as tall as that one, in fact.", the brunette said as he motioned over his shoulder towards the tower of a ginger standing shoulder to shoulder with the others. The lump in his throat lurching south and then back north as he gulped and tried to keep his composure just like the other young men around him, all looking just as capable and prepared as any man that he had ever seen in armor before. It was going to be a long day... (was impressed by some of the men that were in the line. Of course, she couldn't stop staring at the man that saved her the night before. It made sense now why the male even bothered to step in and help her if he was training to become a Knight or already a soldier for this kingdom. What still confuses and bothers her about the entire situation is how he did not ask anything of her. To Arya, it is odd for one person to do a favor for another without some form of compensation involved. In all honesty, that fact is one that has been drilled into the woman her entire life by her parents and other members of the nobility in her kingdom and others. At the same time, it gives Arya hope that there are actually people still out in the world that care about more than just themselves and what they can gain from doing or not doing certain actions. You know. I do recall meeting each other briefly last night. It is quite the pleasure to have the opportunity to truly get to know each other. The crown Prince, Micah, says to Arya. All she does in response is nod her head and smile. She had nothing to really say to the man as like he pointed out it is their first time truly meeting. Not to mention Arya really doesn't want to give him any ideas. Particularly any involving him thinking she might be remotely interested in him and his poor attempts at flirting. Yes, we did meet albeit briefly since I wanted to introduce myself to as many as I could at the party. It was enjoyable of course. I especially enjoyed the garden. Arya says knowing only her brother and sister know the truth about where she disappeared to. It wasn't that she cared much if others found out about how she snuck away from the party so much as Arya does not feel like listening to the lecture her mother would give her if she found out. Arya's mother was all about making sure Arya and Sasha never went anywhere without a guard especially in kingdoms away from home. When home she could get away with sneaking off more as her personal guard was actually one of her good friends and a person Arya could always trust. The two have known each other since they were toddlers and are practically siblings. The two would fight to the death to protect the other. In response to Arya liking the garden Prince Micah decided to talk about all the different plants and flowers and how they were brought to the kingdom and garden in turn. Suddenly a man dressed in the colors of the royal family calls as the tournament officially begins. Ladies and Gentlemen, commoners, and nobles, thank you all for joining us today. As many of you are aware today starts our annual tournament between soldiers and Knights of the kingdom to see who is the best of the best among our fighters. Once the man finishes his little spiel another comes onto the platform to announce the first competitors for the tournament as well as the schedule of events for the day from archery all the way to hand-to-hand combat and agility races. Arya has to admit, it will be interesting to see how everyone competing will fair in the tournament including the man that saved her. She would like to think he will do well given the strength he displayed the night before. It's not every day someone witnesses one man bringing another down simply with one hand the way her savior did. In her opinion, she hoped he wins over any of the Knights as most are stuck up and full of themselves. While that might be an assumption it is one based on how a majority of the knights are in her own kingdom. I hope you all are ready for the first part of the tournament! The first event is going to be hand-to-hand combat. Now we will be doing combat with weapons later on. The hand-to-hand fighting will involve a bracket-style setup where people will be eliminated based on if they win or lose the battle. While everyone else in the booth with her cheered excitedly, Arya simply clapped her hands and smiled. Even her parents and siblings were cheering in excitement for everything to begin. If she was, to be honest with herself she would much rather be a participant in the tournament than someone watching from the sidelines. The only real interest she has is seeing how well her mystery savior does against the Knights and other trained fighters of the kingdom as opposed to some drunk and perverted commoner. (to hand combat? Now that was something that Larking knew he could handle. A lucky break that one of the events would actually be hand-to-hand combat, and he had to assume that it was going to be some kind of boxing match of some sort, or perhaps wrestling, and in both he knew that if he couldn't consider himself a Master he knew that he could at least assume the rank of 'Adept'. Partly because of his size, yes, but more because he had been a proficient boxer since he was young, ever needing to be able to fight and contend with the other young men in his tribe who had been keen on taking his rank of Alpha. He might have had an even bigger advantage should the combat be a wrestling match, though, because he knew he outweighed every other man in the tournament by at least twenty or so points, and in the worst cases he was nearly fifty pounds heavier. And advantage that he was intending to utilize to the very best of his ability if he could." Each round of the tournament bracket will be fought on a deck platform meant for boxing matches, but we will not be just boxing today, ladies and gentlemen. Oh, no!", the announcer called out as he got a bit of a prance to his step as he jogged across the field to stand in front of the impressive display of Knights all standing in a line. "Today we will be watching these men fight tooth and nail in whatever way they see fit excluding using any weapons, biting, eye poking and groin kicking! They will be expected to use any forms of boxing, wrestling and grappling that they might be able to use in a close combat exchange! Punching, kicking, slamming and choking are all acceptable forms of combat! So! Let us begin!", he called out, which was quite the offering of word salad to the crowd, but it was full of useful information for them to understand the way that the tournament was going to work, at least. That would have kept most of them engaged, despite how wordy the man got who was clearly trying a little too hard to be the showman that he wanted to be. About forty-five minutes later and most of the men had already had their five-minute brawl that was split into just two rounds of two and a half minutes. Winners had been declared, and just as Larking had suspected, his turn eventually came, and when it did, he had done exactly what he'd been expecting to. He walked into the ring with two long, muscular arms curled up to protect himself, challenged his opponent, and before long had punched him out and left him laying flat on his back. A bit of a trend as the round of the tournament went by and each group of winners continued to pair off for more one on one fights until there were just two left. The first man that he'd fought hadn't been much trouble for him, but he'd still been big and tough enough to last about a minute and a half with Larking before he got caught by the large ginger man with a shot to the jaw that put him down. The second man was smaller, though quick and athletic with a good chin for punishment. He could have maybe lasted longer than the first man that Larking had fought, but he had made the error of trying to tackle Larking who outweighed him by nearly forty pound. Instantly he'd been caught against that massive, bearish chest of Larking who had snaked his arms tight around the man's back. And when he raised him up and brought him back down on his back it was lights out. He'd lasted thirty-two seconds, and it was the fastest time in the tournament yet. The third man, though, had pushed Larking a little further than both, and they'd made it to almost two minutes with one another, but when the man went low to try and tackle Larking at the face he was met with the blunt of the redhead's thick knee. A blow that instantly stilled the other man who dropped to his knees and slid down Larking's hip until he fell to the floor. It was a brutal thing, fighting, and there had been plenty of bloodied noses and dripping lips, but all in all it was the perfect way to start the tournament. It gave the men a chance to put on a good show as well as size one another up as men and as warriors, and that was going to be important for all of them. The problem for Larking, though, was that he had just screwed up and put a target on his back for making it to the finals of this particular competition. Not a thing that he should have done, even though he didn't realize it immediately. That was not something that he would realize until later, though, because at that moment his attention was taken back again by the loud and excitable announcer who cheered out along with the crowd while summing up the first event of the tournament that had leaded them to the finals. He had a most delightful surprise for them all to be stunned to silence by, and as he revealed his little secret he jumped back down to the dirt floor of the arena and began to approach the last two fighters with long, quick strides." Congratulations, young gents! You've both done so well!", he exclaimed, to the total delight of a crowd that was wholly in agreement with the announcer's claims." Might we have your names?!", he asked them, and as he did, he folded his hands behind his back and leaned in closer to both of the young men who looked a bit confused at first, but eventually they leaned in a little closer to the odd man and gave him their names respectively. As the three men had their brief exchange, though, the loud thud of leather boots thumping against the same dirt floor arena that those three were standing in the middle of it drew the eyes of many of the spectators. And as they all began to realize that the young Prince of their own King and Queen had just jumped down into the arena they began to gasp and coo before a sea of whispers began to get louder and louder." Ah! My Prince! Thank you for joining us finally!", the man said aloud with wide open arms and a big, happy smile on his face." People of my Kingdom, you are in for a most succulent treat today! For we have Larking! And Brendan! Each making it to the finals today! Except for one little catch... it isn't the finals at all!", he said aloud, which brought another round of gasps and coos to the people in the stands again before the whispering all continued." They will fight, and then the winner must beat our one and only! Our beloved young Prince! Prince Micahhhhh!!!", he yelled out loud, which for one reason or another went over quite well with the crowd who did so very much enjoy their surprises, especially at the height of a tournament that they had all been anticipation for more than a month by then. When Larking realized that there was one more round before the actual final and that the Prince had bought himself a ticket into the finals by status alone he knew that he was being set up to lose. He knew that the hero of this story was supposed to be the Prince, and the people running this even were going to do every last thing that they could to give him advantages that no one would notice, like for instance lighter, but better made equipment as well as arranging him one of the most balanced and powerful horses in the entire Kingdom for the joust and the horse race. It was an interesting development, and it made Larking feel almost helpless to continue and actually expect to win the whole thing, but that thought also fueled his frustration with people and their politics. How they pined after one another as long as that person's social status was higher than their own. It was disgusting and exceedingly weak, and he had no respect for men like that." Fuck it. Let's go.", Larking grunted as he began stomping towards the mat, his brow creased and his masculine gate a bit tighter and more rigid from head to toe. His anger was showing, even though it was being mistaken by most of the spectators as intensity and a focus for his fights to come. That anger and that frustration was an unfortunate thing for Brendan, though, because just fifteen seconds into the round Larking took advantage of the man's weak guard along his left side. He cracked the man with a right hook that swept straight past Brendan's elbow and struck him so hard that the air rushed from his lungs, and when the man's leather wrapped, clutched hands shifted away from his face so that he could reach down and grab his side Larking's balled up left fist connected just beneath the man's chin and sent his head whipping back with such force that his feet came up just a couple of inches off of the ground. He then swung back forwards again, but when Larking could see his face again he could tell that the man was out cold. His eyes were clenched shut, but his entire body was completely relaxed as he flopped down to his back across the map, his body sliding to a stop a couple of feet back as the crowed was rocked with a silence that was not a common occurrence during tournaments. Seeing Brendan make it so far in the hand-to-hand combat competition only to be knocked out in fifteen seconds had caught them off guard, though. They simply didn't know what to think, but that didn't bother Larking, because Larking was already circling around Brendan so that he could kneel down, slip his hands up under the man's armpits and pull him up from the ground to drape him against his broad chest. He then pulled him up into his arms and carried the limp man over towards the side of the arena where he plopped him down on a leather cot and let the medic begin tending to him. He didn't stick around for him to wake up, though, because he had a final to fight, and so he turned and began taking those long, powerful strides back towards the Prince and the announcer waiting near the fighting mat.

What's Left Among the Ashes[racerbee4496 x Notorious]|rating:4.0

From Friends to Lovers (Melethron &DearestMine)

Quicksheet for Kyle-Lynn Kyle relied heavily on Mavis, not that she'd ever purposefully let her know. Whenever her best friend was around, her father wouldn't lay a hand on either her or her mother. Kyle was able to be herself around the other girl; silly, artsy, and bubbly. At school, she was quiet and poised and studious, sporty and hard-working. She kept everyone at arms length and constantly had her headphones in to avoid conversation with anyone that wasn't Mavis or Mavis-adjacent. Teachers loved her because she got straight-a's and didn't talk out of turn. Students thought she was aloof and mysterious, or holier-than-thou. Only Mavis and their inner-circle really knew that Kyle was a caged-in free spirit that her father kept on such a short leash she had no room to fly. Mavis was the only person besides her mother who had ever heard Kyle sing, and she had a voice that should have been selling out stadiums, not hiding out in waiting for her father to not be home. When Florida's cancer took her when the girls were just turning 14, Mavis became Kyle's rock, and the target of the physical affection she was missing from her mother. Kyle would cherish the sleepovers, wrapping herself around her best friend and sleeping in her arms, kissing her cheeks, hugging her whenever she was moved to. After a while, Kyle started to realize that what she felt wasn't exactly platonic, but never mentioned it for fear of losing her best friend. As far as she knew, Mavis was straight as an arrow and committed to her boyfriend. Hell, why wouldn't she be? He was perfect! He'd grown on Kyle over the last year as well, and while no one could steal the spotlight of her affection from Mavis, he was a strong contender. {"Light box_close": "Close", "light box_next": "Next", "light box_previous": "Previous", "light box_error": "The requested content cannot be loaded. Please try again later.", "light box_start_slideshow": "Start slideshow", "light box_stop_slideshow": "Stop slideshow", "light box_full_screen": "Full screen", "light box_thumbnails": "Thumbnails", "light box_download": "Download", "light box_share": "Share", "light box_zoom": "Zoom", "light box_new_window": "New window", "light box_toggle_sidebar": "Toggle sidebar"} “I swear to fuck I better not get another damn acceptance letter in my mother fucking mailbox, Kyle Lynn. I don’t know why you bothered wasting time and money applying to them! You’re not going to any of these fucking party schools before you prove you’re responsible enough to handle being on your own!” Still in his uniform, just home from work, Sergeant Morgan Kyle Anderson stood tall over his daughter at 6’1”. He was fit, determined to lead by good example at the police department by not going to fat just because he got a promotion and more time at a desk. He had a stern look, appearing older than he was simply because he never smiled. Furthermore, he was only 37, but he could have been nearly 50 to anyone who didn’t know better. His hazel eyes bore into his daughter, whose matching honey gaze wouldn’t meet his out of respect. Or fear. Either way he got obedience out of it, and that was what mattered. She’d already been punished for applying to the schools after the first 3 letters came in the mail. He wasn’t going to do it again for the… what was this, the 10th damn acceptance? Morgan cuffed Kyle’s ear and the young woman flinched but didn’t make a sound as he said, “Get the fucking mail on your way in from school if you’ve got any more coming, because I’m not going to have this fucking conversation again,” he warned. Kyle stood in her kitchen with her head hanging low, eyes on the floor. She held a large yellow envelope in her right hand, the acceptance to University of South Carolina worth less than kindling to her father. She’d been accepted to nearly all the universities she’d applied to, but she was being forced to go to the local community college to get her associates and general education classes out of the way before her father would allow her to attend a real university with dorms. Preferably, as far as Kyle was concerned, out of state. Currently, she had no say in her education because her father had complete control of her college funds until she was 21. 3 years and 2 months and 13 days away. Conversations generally include both parties having a say… she thought bitterly.“Yes, sir,” she said softly and quietly left the kitchen, wishing she could speak her thoughts. She immediately pulled her phone out of her back pocket and texted her best friend, her lips pressed into a thin, irritated line as she navigated the house. Kyle: I got accepted to USC… still have to go to community Kyle: How the hell am I going to stay in this house for another two years? Kyle: He says he wants me to prove I can handle ‘being on my own’ but how am I going to do that if I’m never actually on my own?! Kyle: He just wants to control me, and I’m so sick of it! But I don’t want to go into debt just because I don’t want to deal with my Dad. Kyle: It feels petty. Like, other people have it so much worse than I do I need to just suck it up, but ALL of them have accepted me! That has to mean something, right? She went into her bedroom and tossed the envelope onto her desk, where another 8 envelopes were piled neatly, all having met as welcome a reception from Sergeant Anderson. She flopped onto her bed and sighed dejectedly into her pillow, then rolled onto her back. Furthermore, she looked around her room, the small area tidy, but lived in. The walls were a soft blue she’d painted with Mavis and her mother when she was 12. She didn’t have any posters, but she did have cork boards on each wall with photos tacked to them that ranged from old Polaroids to social media photos on printer paper. She had a ton of photobooth pictures -- she was a sucker for those-- and there were holiday cards, movie ticket stubs, and other random keepsakes on the boards. Many of the photos were of Kyle’s late mother, but more of them were of Mavis, or were taken by Mavis. The more recent ones included Mavis’s boyfriend, Thomas, as well. Other than her bed, dresser, and bedside table, the only things of note in her room was the Roland full-sized keyboard, and an acoustic guitar. Both belonged to her late mother, and both were worth a pretty penny on their own, but were priceless to her. The guitar had a professional case, and the Roland was always kept clean and clear of hazards like the water glasses she always left half full around her room. She always meant to drink them down.but never made it to the bottom of the glass.@Melethron The phone was still for a couple of minutes. The waits between texts to Mavis Black had slowly grown longer and longer ever since she began dating her new boyfriend. Unlike the string of jocks and alphas she had entertained for a week or two before dumping them back in high school, this new guy, and she seemed to be clicking. Mavis did her best not to be obnoxious about it, but when anyone asked about her new beau, she was more than glad to talk about him. Still, one thing Kyle could count on was Mavis would always write back. It might take five, ten, twenty minutes. But Mavis always found time for her Kyle, no matter how soft the cuddle session, engrossing the movie or peaceful the picnic with her Thomas. Sure enough, three minutes later, the reply came. Mavis: Again? Mavis: I know your father cares about you, but he needs to let you be your own person someday. Mavis: You can't stay his little girl forever... The string of texts came quickly, one by one, as if Mavis had taken the time to carefully consider her reply. Like most messages she sent when talking about Kyle's father, she seemed to strive for a conciliatory tone. Though the two had conversed enough for Kyle to know Mavis did not think much of her father. While she was perfectly polite when he was around, if the two talked about him, she always had the same reaction. A slow intake of breath, as if she were steeling herself for an impossible task. It was enough to make one wonder if she approached their texts the same way... The phone was still for several minutes more. Then it buzzed again. Mavis: Out front The message was no sooner sent than a knock would be delivered to the front door of the Anderson house. Short, sharp and succinct. Just outside the window, a thin young lady could be seen, patiently waiting with her hands clasped at her front. She was a very attractive thing, with soft pale skin as soft as cream, and long platinum blonde hair that flowed over either shoulder. A pair of sharp, inquisitive blue eyes gazed out atop a petite sharp nose. She was still dressed in the outfit she had worn to school, a simple blouse and long green skirt, that gave way to black stockings and shoes. What made her stand out however was not just her beauty, or her clothing, but how she conducted herself. The young woman was poised, standing with a sense of control that seemed self-evident. Her posture was straight and composed, carrying with it a sense of old world charm that didn't seem out of place from a Victorian novel. She had always had this element to her, even when she was one of the popular crowd. A sense of personal control and inner strength, but it had only grown since she began dating her current boyfriend steadily. Even if it won her the contempt of some of the other girls at school. By contrast, the man beside her looked as if his skin were slightly too tight for his liking. Thin and rakish, with lean muscles that stood out against his black T-shirt. Tousled black hair hung in every direction, giving him a rebellious, or simply untidy look. His clothes were a little more simple. Running shoes, blue jeans, a black shirt, and a leather jacket. Quite the departure from the nerd he had seemed when they first met. Around his neck was a simple carved gemstone, held in place on a simple necklace by a mess of copper wire. Mavis had found it when the two of them went panning for gems together at a nearby museum. Her Thomas wore it everywhere he went. Much to both her protest, and her apparent joy. Thomas's eyes remained on the door at first, before they slowly panned to his girlfriend's face, which was doing its best to project an aura of serene calm." Sooo...are we really doing this?"" Of course." Mavis said, breathing in through her nose. And trying not to freak out too much at the thought of what she was going to do. "Kyle Lynn's likely very upset. I've known her since we were little girls. I have to make sure she's okay."" Y-yeah, I don't mean that, babe, I mean--"His question was cut off as Mavis raised her fist again, and gently rapped her knuckles against the door. It was then that Thomas could see how pale her face was. She...really didn't want to be here. But he knew Mavis was stubborn. She wouldn't let either of them leave until they had seen Kyle Lynn. If that meant she had to speak to Mr. Anderson, she would do it. If Thomas and she had to sneak inside without him knowing, then so be it. It was something he found strangely attractive about her. Kyle: Just until I'm 21... Kyle read the messages from Mavis and was relieved she didn't ask her how she was doing. She didn't always tell Mavis when her father hit her-- it was too frequent -- but she was good about letting her best friend know when it got bad. Her father hadn't been drinking as much the last couple of weeks, so he hadn't gone over the top since the first acceptance letters came in. That... had been a rough night to say the least. Her ribs still hurt thinking about it. She pushed the thoughts out of her head as she contemplated whether she wanted to spend her evening with her piano or reading a book. She knew that Mavis was with Thomas this evening and didn't expect to see the couple at all. Mavis hadn't neglected her or anything, but obviously the girls weren't going to be able to spend every moment together with one of them in a relationship. Kyle was understanding of it, even if it did get a little lonely in the house without her best friend there. Also, having the buffer of a guest tended to keep her father from enacting his heavy-handed discipline on her as often. Kyle was sitting at her keyboard with the headphones on, running through finger exercises as a warm-up when Mavis texted her and knocked on the door. She didn't hear the phone, or the knock, but her father did. He was in the living room, working on his first beer of the evening and watching ESPN. He still had his uniform on, top few buttons undone to reveal the white undershirt that fit tight over his strong chest beneath. His gun belt, gun, night stick, taser, and cuffs were in his bedroom, generally the first thing he took off when he got home." Kyle-Lynn!" He yelled from the sofa rather than get the door. After waiting a moment and getting no answer, he yelled again, louder. "KYLE-LYNN!" Still, no answer. Aggravated, he got up from the sofa and pulled the door open sharply, ready to tell off a door-to-door salesman or Jehovah's witness. When he was met with the site of his daughter's best friend, his demeanor changed, but only slightly. Mavis came from a good family, and the girl was eerily poised. The boy she'd been dating was a bit of a nerd, and wasn't a cause for concern as far as the Sergeant could ascertain. "Oh. Hello Mavis," Sergeant Harper greeted her, ignoring the boyfriend. Tim? Toby? He couldn't be bothered to remember. His tone wasn't exactly friendly, but he wasn't outright rude to her either. That was, until he closed to door in the two kids' faces without preamble and headed to his daughter's bedroom to fetch her. He didn't want his house full of teenagers this evening. Seeing Kyle at her piano, engrossed in her music, made the Sergeant ache. She looked so much like his late wife, it made him hate the girl. His rage won out quickly as he was reminded that he was never getting his wife back. He stepped forward and yanked the headphones from Kyle's head, getting some of her hair with it. Kyle, startled and pained, yelped in surprise and fear and spun around in her chair quickly to meet her father's gaze." What did I do?" she asked quickly, holding her head where the strands had come loose, wincing. He really did have a knack for hitting her in the exactly same spot every time, the side of her head still tender from where he cuffed her earlier." Mavis and her flavor of the week are here," he replied, not addressing her question. "What the fuck, Kyle? Am I your fucking doorman now?" He was irritated that she hadn't gotten to the door before Mavis even had to knock. He knew that the blond girl was generally good about letting his daughter know before she showed up. Kyle was usually good about telling him beforehand, too. "I spent the last 18 hours dealing degenerates and scumbags, you really think I want to be answering the door for your asshole buddies instead of relaxing after I work so damn hard to provide to for your ungrateful ass?"" Dad, I'm sorry--""Fuck your apology. Go," he said, pointing at the door as he cut off her words. Kyle didn't have to be asked twice. She grabbed her phone from her bed and her shoes from the foot of her bed and ran for the door. She looked a little rumpled and winded when she came out onto the porch. Her hair was a little messy from the interaction with her father, and her shirt was wrinkled from laying down in it. She was wearing a different outfit than she had at school since she'd had Volleyball practice afterward, and she didn't want to wear the same thing after showering. She wore a pair of blue leggings and white came shirt under a light blue flannel. Furthermore, she had on a push-up bra, though her breasts were on the smaller side so it didn't have as dramatic of an effect on her cleavage as she wished it would. Kyle definitely had boob-envy towards Mavis." Hey guys," Kyle said, her voice breathy as she shut the front door behind her and pulled on her UGG boots. "Hey Kyle." Mavis smiled to her friend. A pleasant reminder that life was not as bad as it could be. Despite the calm on her face however, her hand would slip into Kyle's quickly, barely giving her time to slip on her UGG boots. Before Mavis started down the path hand-in-hand with her best friend. Her gait was unusual for Mavis. Not her usual elegant walk, but a long, powerful and precise stride Kyle would need to keep up with. Behind her, Thomas followed with his hands in his pockets, looking back to the house for a moment before following. Not another word crossed Mavis's lips until they had turned down the street and the house was safely out of sight, obscured by overgrown trees and worn fences. It was here that Mavis turned on Kyle. Her expression had shifted in an instance, from her normal smile to an almost motherly look. Her hand extended, fingers smoothing out the ruffles in Kyle's clothes and brushing her hair. Mavis had that look in her eyes. The one that never came out when Kyle's father was around, but always came out after Kyle and she had slipped away from him." Are you alright Kyle Lynn? I am so sorry. I thought you had gotten my message. Furthermore, I..." Her words came out breathlessly. She had clearly had these thoughts on her mind since she met Kyle at the door. As one of her fingers tucked a strand of hair behind Kyle's ear, she looked down. Hands clasped in front of her, pensively looking down. Then back to Thomas. "I... I don't think now is a good time, Thomas. M-maybe we should--"She cut herself off as she looked back towards him. Thomas just looked to Mavis, before nodding his head towards Kyle. In this cryptic gesture in the language of two lovers, Mavis seemed to take some kind of deeper meaning. The two had only been dating for a matter of months, but this silent language had been increasing between the two recently. It was as impenetrable as it was both frustrating and adorable. Mavis turned back to Kyle, reclaiming some of her normal composure as she tried to be strong for her friend. Her face was serene. As ladylike as a portrait of a Victorian lady. Though Kyle would be able to see she was still upset about something. Her hands, clasped in her lap, played idly with one another with subtle gestures. "Kyle dear, I was hoping to ask you to t-the coffee house. There's s-something I need to talk to you about, and I thought it would be a good place to r-relax. Away from...that man." Just laying eyes on her best friend gave Kyle the warm fuzzier and made her forget her father's cruelty. It wasn't like the evening with him had been all that bad. She'd certainly had worse, and none of that mattered now that Mavis was there. She meant to say hello Thomas as well, but she was nearly hopping on one foot to get her second shoe on as Mavis took her hand and lead her out of her yard. The blond's normally measured gait was easy to keep up with, but this rushed stride she'd taken up had Kyle hurrying to keep up, her boots gracelessly scuffing the ground as she resisted the urge to just jog. Kyle wasn't too much shorter than Mavis, but the difference in height was all leg. When the taller girl stopped abruptly, Kyle eyed her with a curious gaze, her hazel eyes catching the setting sun and making her squint at bit." I'm fine,"she assured her, blushing at the doting gestures. It was as embarrassing as it was endearing to have Mavis fawn over her. She craved the physical contact, but the longer Mavis kept Thomas around, the more she questioned whether she really should take so much joy in it. It took a moment for Kyle to realize that Mavis had said she'd texted her, more concerned with whether Mavis had noticed the knot that was forming beneath her dark wavy hair where her father had cuffed her. She was distracted by the normally poised young woman's breathless and worried tone. "You texted," Kyle repeated in question, pulling her phone out of her back pocket, where she'd stowed it on her way out of the house. Frowning, she opened her lock screen to see the missed notification. "Shit, I'm sorry," she apologized. "I was playing my keyboard with my headphones on. My phone was on the bed. I figured you two were, you know..." she felt more heat come to her cheeks and she shrugged as she said, "Busy. Or something." She glanced at Thomas and then back to Mavis. "Was there something you needed, did you miss me, or were your Spicy Senses tingling or something?" "I... I don't think now is a good time, Thomas. M-maybe we should--"Kyle frowned. What was she nervous about? She glanced between the lovers and couldn't decipher anything going on between them. She was surprised when Mavis, without any cue that was obvious to her, composed herself and asked her to the coffee house. Why was she being so formal? The answer the coffee -- and really anything that concerned spending time with Mavis-- was always Yes. The round-about way of saying We Need to Talk put a chill of fear down Kyle's spine as though someone had dripped a single bead of cold water down her back. What could she possibly have to talk to her about that was so formal? Were they in trouble?" I'm all about coffee and getting away from my sperm donor, but..." Kyle trailed off, eyes ping-ponging between the two taller teens before she continued." You two are being super sketch. You're not like, about to tell me that you're pregnant or running away to elope or something, right? Because I don't recommend bringing me to a public place to break that kind of news," she said warily, trying to be playful about it, but knowing that Mavis, as her best friend, would see through it to her genuine anxiety over their cryptic conversations. Mavis seemed to tense at Kyle's words, though it was clear from her face she was just confused. Her gaze was stock still on Kyle's face, calling to mind the expression 'deer in the headlights'. It might have been charming, if she didn't look so nervous. Her boyfriend on the other hand just gave a sneaky smile. The kind boys made when they were playing with their girlfriends or wives. Mavis *did* enjoy teasing him when the two of them were alone or with friends. This was the perfect chance for payback. Instead of turning to Mavis, he nodded to Kyle. As gravely as he could, given the smile on his face." Mhmm--they're twins. We want you to be the godmother." That roused Mavis from her shock. And while some men would have to worry about upsetting their girl--or simply sleeping on the couch that night--Mavis had never been the type to take some playful banter from her lover the wrong way. A smile sprouted on her face as she turned towards him, doing her best to look cross. A playful slap struck his arm, transforming his smile into a laugh. "You're terrible darling, and after I told you how hard this was for me!" The first playful slap was followed by another on Thomas's upper arm. When he and Mavis had first met, Thomas had been a lithe, timid boy. A nerd with thick glasses and a scrawny physique. Since he started dating Mavis though, he had been doing his best to measure up to what he thought were her expectations. Hours in front of a computer were replaced by hours in the gym. His old gaming and anime shirts had been replaced by more chick clothes, and what of his old clothes he still had stood out tighter against his developing muscles. A slap like that months ago might have had him backing away. Now he met it with a smile. One she readily returned. Her 'disciplining' of her man complete, she turned back to Kyle, still looking nervous, though a little more at ease." No, nothing like that Kyle--Thomas and I had just been talking over our plans for our lives, and we wanted to share them with you." Mavis's stomach felt as if it were alive, and tying itself in knots when she said that. She had often stopped by Kyle Lynn's house to invite her on trips out of the house and away from her father. It was all Mavis could think to do for Kyle. The mall, swimming pool, forest, cinema and the coffee house had all been familiar stops for the two growing up, especially in the past few years with Kyle's mother gone. But this time was different, she knew. Mavis had been thirteen when she first felt inklings of attraction towards her childhood friend. She had fought against them at first. Trying to suppress her feelings as she waited for the right man to come along into her life. Part of it had been out of fear. Kyle's father probably wouldn't have approved of her dating someone like Thomas, much less another girl, and she wouldn't have been able to be there for Kyle. Now however, they were both adults, beautiful and sexy. She couldn't keep hiding this away to herself. And if that meant sharing her childhood friend with her love, and keeping Kyle away from Sergeant Anderson, all the better. Kyle felt her heart stop when Thomas confirmed her fears, and felt her jaw slacken. She very nearly screamed in shock at the couple, but Mavis recovered faster than Kyle and smacked her boyfriend. She was smiling in that I-want-to-be-mad-but-I'm-totally-not sort of way, which threw the shorter girl for a loop. He was joking?! But Mavis was saying how hard this was for her, but clearly she wasn't unhappy? Kyle's thoughts were entirely a jumble of what-if's as the couple exchanged playful discourse. It didn't put her at ease at all. Not when Mavis still looked so unsure. The young blond always seemed to have a handle on what was going on, and how things would play out; to see her ill at ease, especially if it was sharing careful plans with her, well... At that point, all Kyle wanted was some chocolate and maybe a comfy sweater. The couple was seriously ratcheting up her anxiety at that point. Curiosity was winning out, though, and she tried for some humor, but it was clear that the dare haired teen was skeptical that anything the two had to share with her was going to be good news." As long as you're sure those future plan don't include any number of babies in the next year..." she said, her voice trying for humor but mostly coming out unsure. Was she going to lose Mavis to a life of domestic bliss with Thomas? Were they going to move and leave her behind? What if Mavis really was pregnant? All these thoughts buzzed through her head as she eyed her best friend up and down. She looked as thin as ever, and her breasts didn't look any bigger than they should be... That must have been a joke, right? It didn't make her feel any safer as the fear of her best mate and crush leaving the immediate area while she was stuck with her father and going to community college filled her with dread. It made her eye Thomas warily. He had to know how close the two girls were... would he care, though? Could he really understand? Best friends moved away all the time. And how could Kyle ask Mavis to stay behind if Thomas wanted to leave town? She understood her attraction to him, especially as he'd filled out the last few months. Like Kyle, he understood and appreciated Mavis's quirks and eccentricities. And they had a chemistry and intimacy between them that Kyle envied. She wanted that kind of intimacy with Mavis-- She'd never tell her that, but it didn't make her want it any less. With that in mind, she took Mavis's hand and nodded down the road. "If there are no babies or eloping involved, then I guess it's safe to hit the coffee shop. You owe me something sweet after that bit of shock, anyway," she said, her tone more convincing now as she teased the two of them. Mavis let out a little breath of relief, before her hand came over to take her friend's. The touch seemed to lighten her mood. At least a little. Her smile seemed a little brighter, but she was unusually quiet as they walked down the sidewalk. Thomas walked on Kyle's other side, his hands in the pocket of his leather jacket. Now and then he would glance past Kyle, to give his sweetheart an encouraging look. The walk down the street was slow, giving the two of them plenty of time to think of other things. The road was familiar to both of them. It was on that corner they had opened their first lemonade stand together. Here they had raced up and down the road on their bikes (Mavis had insisted on an old-fashioned red and white one). That park was where they would sit and talk about their hopes and dreams for the future. How often, Mavis wondered, had she laid there, wanting to tell Kyle what was really on her mind? The three of them had been walking about twenty minutes when they could see it. The new coffee shop. When the two had been growing up, the place had been a 50s style diner that had seen better days. While in the 80s it had been a major draw for young people and families, by the time the two were in elementary school it had degraded into a slovenly place frequented only by people traveling through town. By Middle School, the place had been closed, its distinctive design left to decay, a mournful host for ivy and insects. That is, until an enterprising entrepreneur found the old place. It had opened again two years ago this time as a coffee house. The place had quickly drawn in older customers with their nostalgia for the old diner, and high school students, with its unique blends and convenient location near the school. The building was an eclectic mix. A melding of 50s retro styling and modern embellishments. The bell over the door chimed as they stepped in. They were greeted by the sound of alternate rock as they came inside. The kind of inoffensive rock and roll popular at low-key college parties and coffee shops around the country. A young woman, perhaps a year younger than Mavis or Kyle raised her head from behind the neon lit counter, before giving them a smile and a wave." Hey! Welcome to '57! What can I get for you?" Mavis stepped to the counter. A flicker of motion caught her eye as she glanced to one side, watching as Thomas went to find a corner booth for them. Turning just to give her a wink. Taking strength from it, she turned back to the counter with a small smile. "J-just a small coffee. Ah, Kyle? Would you like anything? We can cover you." Kyle didn't mind the quiet walk, except that it was unusual for Mavis to not mention something idly as they strolled. She must have really had something major weighing on her mind. Kyle did her best not to add to whatever pressure Mavis had on her by humming softly as they walked, swinging their arms leisurely between them as she laced their fingers. At least Mavis wasn't dragging her down the street anymore in a crazy hurry. Kyle wasn't sure if the rush was to get her away from her Dad or if she was in a rush to spill the beans about whatever news they had to share. She genuinely wondered if Thomas knew what went on in her house. Had Mavis told? Was the blonds' reaction to the older man, and Kyle's fear of him, tell enough? She wasn't sure how she felt about to the idea of her best friend's lover knowing about that part of her life. Thomas was great and all, but she didn't have the same bond with him that Mavis did, and it didn't come close to what she felt for her best friend. She tried to shake those less than Platonic thoughts out of her head when they arrived at the coffee shop."... We can cover you." Kyle got stuck for a moment on Mavis's choice of words. When did they become a "we" like that? More often than not it was Mavis treating Kyle because the sergeant limited her treats, but Kyle found herself wondering when exactly it had become "we" when it came to her money. The thought of them surprising her with eloping turned into fear of it being past tense as she ordered a frozen caramel espresso drink. As the barista turned to prepare their beverages, Kyle let go of Mavis's hand in favor of snaking an arm around her waist in a side-hug." Thanks for the treat," she said quietly, on tiptoe as she leaned her head against the taller girl's shoulder. She took in the fresh scent of her best friend and crush and held into her for a second or two longer than was surely necessary for the small gesture before she relaxed back to a normal stance, digging her hand into her back pockets to hide her nervous fighting. Generally, when anxious, Kyle's thumb scratches the pad of her index finger. When the barista calls out to them that she'll bring their drinks over to the table, Kyle nods to where Thomas settled in and said, "Lead the way, boss lady." Mavis turned, her bright smile framed by her long flowing blonde hair. She looked happy. Happy at having Kyle so near. Her hand tightened gently around Kyle's, as if fearful something might separate the two in the short walk to the booth. As it was, the crowd in the coffee shop was negligible. When they came to the booth, Thomas smiled at the two from where he had leaned casually against the seat of the booth, watching the two girls with an easy smile. The look seemed to reassure Mavis. She sat down across from him, not bothering to let go of Kyle as she slowly slid inside. Thomas's smile broadened at that." You two look cute together, you know that?" She didn't manage to say anything in response. Though the blush at her cheeks might have hinted his words had affected her more than he intended. Mavis brushed at her skirt, trying not to overthink what she was about to do. She was so distracted she didn't notice their drinks had arrived until Thomas placed her coffee cup beside her place. The smile was genuine, though it was hiding something before she took a small drink. Her eyes grew large. She had forgotten she had ordered a plain coffee. It was only after she had swallowed down her drink that Mavis dabbed at her lips politely. "Oh my, what was I thinking... I didn't even think to add any cream..." Bright blue eyes turned, meeting Kyle's. Mavis's rear pivoted in her seat, the better to take in Kyle's face. If Kyle looked down, she could see that her skirt was riding a little, unintentionally showing off her milky, clean shaven thighs. If Mavis knew, she would doubtless be flustered, but her gaze and the expression on them seemed to demand her eyes. Both her hands surrounded Kyle's, surrounding it like a secure blanket. An unspoken promise. That the two girls would never be forced apart. "I have some exciting news to share with you Kyle. I was talking with Thomas and I... I thought that..." The expression faltered. Her mouth opened, but nothing came out. Then she slowly closed her mouth, and lowered her head as though in thought. Before it rose again, with her loving smile back in place. "Thomas was thinking of moving to a city nearby to study computer sciences. We were browsing around online and found an apartment we could live in. It's a short drive away, maybe thirty miles. We...thought you might want to come with us? Its nearby, and you would be living with me and Thomas, so we thought your father might approve. It would get you away from him, and we could spend more time together." Kyle felt her her chest warm when Thomas said they looked cute together. Her blushes always started at her chest, and worked their way up to her cheeks. The low cut of her tank top under the open flannel did nothing to hide the pink that turned to rose as she followed the movement of Mavis's hands as the blond adjusted her skirt, failing to cover herself up. How many times had she imagined herself between those long, thin-yet-shapely legs? Where Kyle had strength and curves, Mavis was lithe and elegant. Kyle had always thought that Mavis was classic beauty, where Kyle herself was more of a contemporary look. The strong and curvy vibe was only more recently popular, and it did wonders for her self-esteem. She still wished she had the more Sofía Vergara look that her late mother had had, but she was happy with her sporty appearance more and more as time went on. That didn't change the fact that she found Mavis infinitely more attractive, but it was less about wanting together and more about wanting to bewitch her. The boob envy turned to desire, the jealousy into want. Her concentration was broken when Mavis took her hands again, and she nearly forgot her less-than-platoon thoughts as her attention moved from Mavis's body to her eyes and her words." Thomas was thinking of moving to a city... thirty miles..." Kyle felt her stomach drop 20 feet below sea level when Mavis said they'd be moving 30 miles away. Thirty freaking miles was all she could think. Her thoughts were running rampant so thoroughly gutting her that she missed Mavis saying that the couple wanted her with them. She had to replay Mali's words several times in her mind before they made sense, the process taking several long, awkward seconds. Her expression never faltered from alert attentiveness-- Kyle had a lot of practice keeping a poker face because of her father, but Mavis was generally able to spot her tells. The subtle tensing of her shoulders and hands, her pupils striking to pinpricks before dilating back as the realization hit her that Mavis wasn't trying to abandon her. It was amazing how fast the mind could work--- In the few seconds of reality that felt like minutes her mind had panicked, wondering how the heck she was going to sneak of out her house and get 30 miles away to Mavis in the late nights after her father had himself a bender. How they would meet for coffee last minute if she was so far... And so quickly those thoughts were replaced by what it would be like to live together as best friends and have girls nights all the time. To style each other's hair in the mornings, to sit snuggled up under all the blankets and pillows they could find and watch rooms or zombie films... And then all at once she felt dread. Thomas. Thomas would be there. She glanced at him, wondering what he really felt about it. How could the three of them cohabitate together and one of them not feel like a third wheel? They were good about it a majority of the time. Thomas really was a gem, hanging back and letting them be giggly besties and listen to their inside jokes and stories. And Mavis would bounce between the two of them, a natural at splitting her attention... but Kyle couldn't stop the feeling of envy that filled her when Thomas' arms wound around her secret crush. She couldn't staunch the desire to replace him when their lips brushed, and they shared loving whispers. Her eyes ping-ponged between the two a few times before she set them back on her best friend, drawing back her hands." I don't... Uhm..." she bit her lip, unable to vocalize the desire to speak with Mavis alone. This was Thomas's decision as much as it was Mavis's, she was sure. The two were a team. But how could she say, in front of Thomas, that she worried that she could be a strain on their relationship? There was no way in hell she would mention her own jealousy, either. Not even in private with Mavis, not even under duress. Oh God, she thought, what if I hear them fucking or something? But the idea of waking up in the morning and having coffee with Mavis and her father not looming about was as close to heaven on earth as she thought she'd get, since she didn't think she had a shot at actually having her romantic feelings reciprocated. And who knew? Maybe seeing Mavis and Thomas in domestic bliss would help her get over her crush... It couldn't sting forever, right?" I don't know if my dad would go for it," Kyle hedged, hoping she didn't pause too long. "I mean, I can ask. The worst thing he can do is say no, right?" Kyle and Mavis knew very well it wasn't the worst thing he could do, but Kyle still held onto the hope that Thomas wasn't privy to the abuse that Kyle tolerated. "I mean, as long as it's on a bus route, so I can get to the community college, and it costs less than being in the dorms, he can't have too many arguments..." She looked to Thomas and spoke again, "As long as you're sure..." She looked to Mavis again as she trailed off and bit her lip, then continued, "I'm not going to be like, impeding on your like, domestic cuteness..." Mavis silently turned her head towards Thomas. As if sensing his girlfriend's silent gaze, his own eyes turned to meet hers. Such unspoken language was common among young couples, but it was still astounding how quickly the two of them had bonded. Kyle had been there firsthand to see how the guys at school always tried to chase her. How Mavis had returned their stares and flirtations with cool reservation. Kyle had been there to hear Mavis's complaints, her longings for something transcendental. She had been there when Mavis came home from her dates, depressed, at times crying. Mavis would be there for one date, maybe two, but she was never there for a third. Until Thomas came along. The young woman's gaze returned to Kyle. Her normal, composed expression was there. But there was something behind it, as if she were doing her best to hide a beaming smile. Beneath the table, Kyle could feel the soft brush of Mavis's shoe against hers. The inside of her foot comfortingly against the interior of Kyle's. "As long as I have you by my side Kyle, I can't think of anyone else I'd rather share my home with." Thomas cleared his throat playfully, as if to remind her of his presence. Mavis just poked him in the side, though her smile only grew at his touch. Their charming moment together was interrupted by their server arriving. The near silent sound of a paper cup being placed against the table. Their server was a young woman of Persian descent, who gave the three a charming smile. Mavis's brow did the thing. The one where she felt as if someone were trying to take her man. A bizarre momentary twitch. Fortunately, Thomas didn't seem to take an interest in the newcomer beyond a polite smile as he pulled out his wallet." How much?"" Eight-sixty two. Is there anything else I can do for you?"" No, no, thanks. Here. Keep the change." He handed the young woman the ten before he turned back to the two of them. Their server, glad at the pay, smiled and turned back for the counter. The look Mavis had faded. Replaced by her soft smile. "I'd like to be there with you when you talk to your father, Kyle. I'd be glad to answer any questions he has about the apartment we'll be renting, or the neighborhood. It's a very wholesome area, I don't think he'd object if I told him about it." Of course, the neighborhood was perfect. Modest, with a small nightlife and a tight-knit community. She and Thomas had been ever so lucky to find it. But she didn't want to go just to tell Kyle's father about how far away the corner store was, or the charming farmer's market. She knew how that man could be. Especially when Kyle said something that displeased him. If she were there however, he might hold his tongue. She could cover for Kyle, or encourage her to be bolder. Most of all, she could convey she would be there to take care of Kyle. Despite his temper, Mavis had to believe that's why he was the way he was. Because he wanted her to be taken care of. Even if he didn't know how to take care of her. The look on Mavis' face as Kyle said she'd be willing to ask her Dad about moving in together was a look Kyle recognized. It was similar to the look Mavis would have when her father said yes to something, not realizing the girls were going to get up to trouble. Sleep-overs where they sneaked out to a bonfire in the woods, or to see an R rated movie, or to simply stay awake long enough to catch a meteor shower -- Kyle loved those. But more than the activities she loved the that Mavis was the facilitator and her companion in adventure. Kyle's chest warmed, and a blush crept up her neck at her best friend's endearing words. Even as she tried not to read into the footsies beneath the table she completely forgot about Thomas as she was so absorbed in the gaze of the angelic blond before her. When he coughed Kyle felt the blush pink the tops of her ears and was relieved at the appearance of the barista. She was too busy gathering herself during the quick exchange between the server and Thomas to notice Mavis' reaction to it. She looked up to meet Mavis' eyes as she expressed her desire to be the buffer when the conversation with her father was to be had. Kyle couldn't imagine bringing this up to her father without Mavis there. A nervous laugh escaped Kyle and a tense smile cracked her face. "I couldn't imagine having that conversation without you there," she said seriously, and then added with some humor, "Would your parents come, too?" "No. I will be all the backup you need." A soft smile creased Mavis's face. Before she shook her head slowly. Sending her blond curls bouncing playfully off of either shoulder. It was spoken lightheartedly. Almost like a joke. The hand that found Kyle Lynn's hand and squeezed however was enough to say there was more to Mavis's words that just hot air. That Mavis would be with her, every step of the way, until Kyle Lynn was free to live her life with Mavis. A soft cough came from Thomas. Mavis turned, before offering an apologetic look. The sensation of a foot against Kyle's own did not stop however, the two soles rubbing affectionately against one another. "Sorry darling. Ladies are talking." Thomas lifted his own steaming drink. A cup of cocoa, caffeine being too strong for his tastes. He said nothing in response. Simply leaning towards Mavis and pecking her on the cheek. The gesture seemed to freeze Mavis for a moment, before she went back to normal. Aside of course from the bright pink blush that rose in her cheeks. She looked down as though recovering herself, before she tried moving on, though her embarrassment was still clear." So, ah, the apartment. The one we'll be staying in--its a nice little townhouse. I-its divided into four sections. They're a little pricey, but between the three of us, I think we can cover it. There's...lots of windows for light, and more than enough space for us to have two bedrooms and still have a living or dining room. There's a bathroom and kitchenette, and a garden. The neighborhood is nice, and the walls are thick so you could play Pia...why are you making that face, darling?" Her attention was distracted by Thomas, who had managed to suppress a spit take at the mention of 'thick walls'. He hadn't meant for his mind to wander during her talk. But thick walls would have many more benefits for the couple than just letting Kyle Lynn play piano any hour of the day. He set his cup of cocoa down. Ignoring the line of whipped cream on his upper lip. It probably made him look like an idiot, he knew. But Mavis would love it." We were going to take a look after we asked you to come with us. Maybe decide where all our things would go. Why don't you come along with us?" "...the walls are thick..." While Kyle didn't have as noticeable response as Thomas, her mind was in the same place his was. She tried not to think too much about Thomas and Mavis hooking up, but she was generally unsuccessful. Mavis was very good at answering her texts in a timely manner but other times not so much, and there were few reasons that it happened; Number 1 being her sex drive. Kyle giggled along with her the night after Mavis and Thomas hooked up for the first time, and listened to Mavis describe how simultaneously she could be so satisfied and yet insatiable because of him. The descriptions gave Kyle her own weird juxtaposition of being jealous and turned on by the idea all at once. Kyle was grateful that Thomas distracted Mavis for the few moments she needed to get her mind out of the gutter. While Kyle was good at not showing her thoughts on her face, she could never hide her blush. As her chest and her ears reddened, she listened to Mavis's invitation and her eyes bounced between the couple." For real," she asked, "like right now?" Her father hadn't given her any explicit restrictions before she left the house, but he hadn't given her permission to go 30 miles away from her house either. But she was with Mavis, and Mavis could generally do no wrong in her father's eyes. It would totally be worth it, she decided quickly. Even if she did get in trouble for it, it would make the idea of moving away feel more real if she could see the place. The idea of leaving town and living with Mavis, while enticing, just didn't seem possible with how her father kept her locked away like some Disney Damsel in a tower. Although none of the wicked parents in Disney were quite as harsh as the sergeant, she supposed. "No time like the present!" Mavis happily responded, smiling brightly as her golden hair fell around her. She stood up, grabbing her things. Thomas easing towards her in the booth. His eyes went to Kyle as he waited for his girlfriend to finish checking her purse. His soft blue eyes turned, magnified by his glasses, until they fell upon her. For a moment, his face seemed to stop. As though he were seeing Kyle for the first time. His eyes did not traverse her body or stare unduly. But for a distinct moment, their eyes met. A moment later he turned. His dark wild hair shifting as he did. But the faint shade of pink which rose in his cheeks gave his thoughts away. As he did, Mavis smiled. Triumphantly holding up her car keys as she turned. Nearly bouncing on her feet as she did. "C'mon silly! It won't take us more than an hour. We've been together for longer before. We just need to be quick and discrete."" That's what--""Shhh~"The way she said it almost came off as comforting. A small smile on Mavis's face as she raised a finger to her boyfriend's lips. Before with a playful wink to Kyle, she stepped from the shop. She almost seemed to skip, her skirt swaying as she walked, then sashayed down the street. Thomas close behind her. The walk to her house wasn't far. Only about ten minutes' walk. Before the familiar two-story Victorian, sat her familiar car. Meticulously well-kept, it was black with yellow highlights, matching Mavis's hair. As she unlocked the car, Thomas and Kyle standing behind her, the two could see it was meticulously clean. Almost as if it had come off the lot that day. The only thing that gave it away were a few footprints on the mats, and a large afghan blanket which lay in the back. Happily, Mavis slid inside. Thomas joining her on the opposite side. Before Mavis glanced back at Kyle with a smile." Ready?" She didn't wait for an answer. With a flurry of motion, she gunned the engine. The little car charging into the empty road with a smooth roar. It swerved wildly along the road, Thomas laughing nervously as she did. Before a moment later, the car was zooming its way along the road to the next town over. Where the rest of the two's life together awaited.... And perhaps, Kyle's with them... Kyle felt her blush deepen when she caught Thomas's gaze. She thought he must know where her mind had gone and felt caught. His answering blush made her think that he was embarrassed or self-conscious that both of them had the same train of thought. She was relieved that he broke the tension by attempting to throw in the That's what she said joke and giggled as Mavis shushed him. Kyle snagged a napkin and handed it to Thomas so he could wipe the chocolate from his lips and followed Mavis out of the coffee shop, trailing behind the two taller teens on the walk to Mavis's house. She couldn't help watching Mavis as they walked, the skirt hiding nothing from Kyle's imagination, having seen her best friend in every state of dress and undress over the years. She had trouble keeping her mind away from those sorts of thoughts until she was seating in the back of the car, buckling in. Nothing sobered her thoughts like being a passenger to Mavis's driving. The only negative thing that her father had ever had to say about the blond was that she drove her car like she stole it, that was hardly and insult. Her thoughts didn't stay on Mavis's driving long, though. The anticipation of seeing the apartment, and wondering what the future could bring, hand her mind wandering. Her eyes betrayed her thoughts a bit as she glanced from Mavis to Thomas through the rearview mirror. She sometimes had trouble reconciling the frankly, hot things that Mavis and Thomas did together since he seemed pretty reserved and bookish. But over the year he'd really filled out and gotten stronger, and it wasn't so hard to picture. Can I even deal with the two of them fucking all the time she wondered, equally concerned with her own jealousy as much as it would just be a little awkward to find Mavis sprawled on the breakfast table if she came out unexpectedly or some other likely situation? In an effort to sober her thoughts, she went to her usual routine of Would You Rather questions." Would you rather be an extra in a Box Office Smash, or play lead in a total bomb," Kyle asked no one in particular? Mavis was silent as the question slipped from Kyle's lips. Though she knew the other woman had heard her. What's more, judging by the way she sat up at the question, she had an answer. But Mavis was always very focused on her driving. With the downtown as packed as it was, that was probably a good thing. Her eyes carefully scanned the road as they moved with the traffic. Thomas on the other hand turned his head back to face her. A small, but confident smile on his face." If it's a smash? It won't be glamorous, but you can use that to build yourself up. It's a good way to make connections and friends. You can use that to build up to your next performance, then the next." Beside him, Mavis bit her lip. Mulling over the question as she eased herself into the next lane. It was as they moved in a slower group of cars, that she leaned her head back. Smiling at Kyle as she did. Flashing her white teeth. Green eyes glittering with joy at being surrounded by her two dearest friends. "My beloved Thomas makes a good argument. But. It's a bit presumptive to assume you will have another shot at being on the silver screen. And a movie is not always ruined by a bad performance from an actress. I might lean towards his answer. But...it's the only guarantee." The car shifted towards the off-ramp. Drifting down from the congestion of downtown to the fast moving roadway. At this pace, they would be there in no time. Mavis turned her eyes back to the road. Easing the car forward. The tension in her shoulders and forearms was back, and her face rigidly on the road. Though she still managed to keep one foot in the conversation." Which would you choose?" Their answers interested Kyle, as hers lay in the complete opposite direction. She supposed that someone like Mavis would feel confident in their ability to continue to propel themselves forward. Kyle, on the other hand, always felt like she only had one shot to get things right." I would choose lead in a flop," Kyle explained. "Not making a smash hit at the box office doesn't mean it's a bad movie, it's just bad marketing. Think of like, Fight Club or The Big Lebowski, or Suicide Squad; none of their leads lost in the end, you know? I figure my work would speak for itself." The brunette was blushing by the end, not wanting to sound more confident than she was. "But I can see why you'd pick support cast in a smash, Mavis. You'd stick right out even if you were meant to blend in," she said, meaning it as a compliment. "I'd have to be the main character to get noticed, or I'd fade into the background-- if only because I'm shorter than everyone else." The self-deprecating humor was normal for her, but lately she had meant it with little to no malice towards herself; a gift from Mavis through their years of friendship as the blond girl built her confidence up. Mavis's eyes flicked from the speedy highway to look at Kyle in the rearview mirror. Her silent green eyes radiating warmth and concern. After a moment, her right hand left the steering wheel. Slithering behind her. Feeling sightless, her slender hand softly patted Kyle's knee. Momentarily taking her hand for a squeeze. Before it retreated back to the driver's wheel. Thomas meanwhile silently watched. Smiling gently. As Mavis's hand left, he turned his head. Blue eyes gazing back at Kyle." You would look cute as Harley Quinn." If there was a followup to that thought, Kyle didn't get to hear it. Mavis playfully held out her arm. Gently punching her boyfriend in the arm. Thomas meanwhile let out an almost comically quiet 'ow'. Turning his attention to taking care of his 'bruised' arm. A moment later, Mavis turned off the highway. Easing up a ramp towards the nearby town, and the happy future they hoped to build there. With Kyle. Outside, the roadways gave way to pristine homesteads and small office buildings lining the road. The high rise of the university nearby could be seen peering from the top of a hill nearby like an old castle. The car was silent for a few moments, before a light ahead flicked red. Mavis eased the car to a stop. Thomas meanwhile glanced back at her. A strange look entered his eyes, as if he had seen her for the first time (again). But he still forced himself to speak, with a question of his own." Would you rather be a queen in a medieval kingdom, or the first colonist on Mars?" "You would look cute as Harley Quinn"The blush on Kyle's cheeks spread until the tips of her ears were bright. The unexpected comment from Thomas was enough to make her blush, but Mavis hitting him over it made the comment hit different. She would have taken it as playful teasing, but if Mavis swatting his arm over the comment, did that mean he meant it? Obviously Mavis was being playful about it-- what threat could Kyle possibly to their relationship, after all -- but did her reaction mean something? Her emerald gaze bounced between the two teens in the front seat through the rearview, and she, again, caught Thomas looking at her. It wasn't a strange look in the sense of being weird or uncomfortable-- but it was strange in that he didn't normally look AT her that way. Usually Kyle felt like background noise to him; just an accessory to the main attraction, Mavis. This look wasn't a passing glance." Would you rather be a queen in a medieval kingdom, or the first colonist on Mars?" That was a good question! Kyle gave it about 5 full seconds before she answered." I think I'd rather be the first colonist on Mars. You haven't exactly met my Dad, but believe me when I say I wouldn't have been allowed to marry for love back in those days," Kyle said with a giggle. "I'd have been bartered off for a profit or burned at the stake, for sure." Smiling, she turned the question back to him. "What about you? Royalty or Revolutionary?" The question was enough to make him ponder for a moment. His eyes shifted behind his glasses. Gazing at the carpet between the two. He probably would have kept on staring there, if he had not noticed Kyle's leg. The leggings did little to hide her body. Kyle's athletic, toned legs drew his gaze upwards. Up her knee, to her thighs. Then up to her wrinkled shirt over her modest bust, and to Kyle's face. Had this happened even a year before, Thomas was sure he would have blushed and looked away. Shy, timid and nerdy, he had never done well with the small flirtations people shared. It was a testament to the confidence Mavis had built in him, that his blue eyes remained on hers. Even if he did feel a blush build again." That's...a good one..."" I would be a royal." Mavis said. Her gentle smile catching in the mirror as she gazed back at Kyle. Moments before her green eyes turned back to the road. Gently biting her lip as she eased the car down a side road. Homesteads and fences passing them on either side. "A princess may not rule her kingdom or decide who she marries. But she has other powers. I could guilt-trip my father into changing laws, wear beautiful dresses at balls, change the world around me in small, subtle ways. Then, when everything wasjusthow I liked it... I could run away before my wedding, marry my true love, and settle down on a farm." The happiness in her face as she glanced to Thomas was positively infectious. He returned her smile, warmly sharing in her joy. Before the moment was broken. Her eyes went back to the road. His two Kyle, his expression drifting back into the attraction they had shared before. "I would probably be a royal too. I would rally an army to rescue Princess Kyle from her tyrannical father." Mavis had to fight to keep from biting her lip. The thought of her Thomas, dressed in the finest armor of a knight, riding to rescue a helpless maiden was charming. Certainly an idea she would have to save for the bedroom later. Though she knew she had to put up some resistance. Otherwise, Kyle would get more of her man's attention than she. And she couldn't have that. "What, you wouldn't rescue me first?"" I'd rescue both of you. I'm strong enough to carry two princesses." The man's arm flexed, showing off his physique. It was hard to gauge his arm behind the leather jacket he wore. Though as his black t-shirt shifted, the outline of his torso could be seen. It was hard to believe just over a year ago, he had been more skin and bone. Mavis for her part, eased on the brakes. Slowly turning the car into a driveway. Through the window, there could be seen modest house. Not the most grand of rental properties. But just right for a couple starting out together. Theyardstretched out behind it, ringed by trees and flowers, offering plenty of space for leisure. The two were silent as they emerged, though radiating joy at this new, exciting time. After Thomas had opened the car door for Kyle, she would be able to see the happy glimmer in his eyes. Though it was Mavis who was more excited. Normally composed and genteel, her face struggled to hide her joy. Soft coos escaping her lips as they approached the house. Pointing at features here and there. Thomas pulled a key free from his pocket. Slid it into the lock, and opened it. Revealing a surprisingly large living room, branching off into smaller rooms. Mavis clasped her hands together." Oh, it's so wonderful, don't you think Thomas!" Her words of quiet joy were replaced by a shriek of delight as his powerful arms swept around her. Laughing as he carried her, princess-style, through the door. The teen had to step sideways to accommodate the narrow doorway. Before setting her down in the living room. "Ye old custom, my lady. A man should always bear his maiden across the threshold of their new home."" That is if you are married!" Mavis replied, mock indignation undermined by a laugh. "And how do you think poor Kyle feels being left out?"" I suppose I'll have to carry both of you then." The dark-haired teen replied confidently. Though that confidence seemed to vanish as he turned back to Kyle. Replaced by the same mood the two shared whenever they had a moment together. He held out a hand, not sure how Kyle would react. If she was uncomfortable with the idea, he would lead her inside, by the hand or not. Though something in the blue of his gaze seemed to plea, to let him carry her in his arms. "I would be a royal." Kyle didn't miss Thomas's look, but didn't get a chance to think on it as Mavis answered the question, her eyes snapping to her best friend like an electromagnet called home. It didn't surprise her that Mavis would choose to be royalty way-back-when. Not just because she exuded the poise and self-assurance that one needed to succeed in that way, but because she just looked the part if nothing else. She felt like her blush would never fade as Mavis met her gaze in the rearview mirror." I could run away before my wedding, marry my true love, and settle down on a farm." When the happy expression in Mavis's face and tone were directed to Thomas, a pang of jealousy and pain rang through her that was hard to ignore.' Idiot,' she scolded herself silently and looked down at her boots, embarrassed at her own unrequited feelings getting the best of her." I would probably be a royal too. I would rally an army to rescue Princess Kyle from her tyrannical father." The answer from Thomas was endearing, but she didn't put any stock in it. Anyone with sense knew that she and Mavis were a package deal, but in the medieval fantasy in her mind, Kyle was a lower-class handmaiden to the rich, beautiful queen that was Mavis. She laughed when Mavis seemed to fake offense at the idea that Thomas would rescue her before Mavis." You're tenacious and cunning enough to rescue yourself," Kyle said, more to the floorboards than to her best friend. "You'd probably be there waiting in front of the burnt remains of your enemies asking what took us so long." She looked up to see Thomas flexing and got a giggle out of it. It didn't escape her notice how much he'd filled out since he had gotten together with Mavis, and she found him cute. It wasn't like men were invisible to her-- everyone just paled in comparison to her attraction to Mavis. When they pulled into the driveway, Kyle's eyes widened. It wasn't huge or anything, but it was so pretty. While she never expected Mavis to settle for something drab in a questionable neighborhood, she hadn't expected her first place to be so... cute. She smiled widely as Mavis pointed out the features, easily picturing them having coffee or tea outside and wondering where the rooms were. It places as so small, so her mind did wander to ponder about noise, but those thoughts were interrupted as Mavis was suddenly swept off her feet and squealing delightfully." Ye old custom, my lady. A man should always bear his maiden across the threshold of their new home."" That is if you are married!"" She's hardly a maiden," Kyle giggled, finding the scene endearing and comical." And how do you think poor Kyle feels being left out?" At Mavis's statement, barrage of emotions hit her at once, the biggest of them being embarrassment. She felt like a 5th wheel enough on her own without Mavis pointing it out." I suppose I'll have to carry both of you then." Kyle's green eyes snapped to his with a look that was one of surprise and apprehension. It wasn't that she was scared of Thomas, it was just unusual for anyone other than Mavis to touch her-- really ever. The most physical contact outside the intimacy between her and her best friend was a high-five or good-game smack from a teammate, aside from her father sometimes managing a side-hug when he made it to her games and she played well, but those were few and far between. Thomas looked playful and confident when he made the statement, but she felt that her deer-in-the-headlights expression had sucked the jovial tone right out of him. Did he sense her apprehension? She didn't want to make it weird so she forced a smile on and gave him permission to carry her, relaxing her posture with practiced habit." You deserve to carry at least one virgin over a threshold in your life," she said, going for the self-deprecating humor to disperse her awkwardness, and even teased him a bit as she added, "I'm smaller than Mavis, but I'm still heavier-- don't drop me, Noodle Arms." He hardly had the noodle-arms he did when he and Mavis first started dating, but where was the fun in acknowledging that? Kyle wasn't heavy by any means, but she was an athlete, so the strength in her small frame was simply denser than the elegant, taller dancer's figure that Mavis had. When Thomas and Mavis had first gotten together, Kyle could not see the attraction. That, coupled with plain jealousy, had her teasing the boy a bit in the beginning. Over the year though, he'd grown on her and honestly (if only to herself) she could admit that he'd gotten more attractive to her over time, both in looks and his personality as she'd gotten to know him.

From Friends to Lovers (Melethron &DearestMine)|rating:4.0

Lost in Space (AmiraXTicTacGuy123)

“Red alert.” The Lt of security announced, she clung to her station as they took another hit from the enemies weapons. The entire ship rattle around in space, consoles glitched, and the lights flashed on the bridge. The Captain was leaned over in her seat towards the view screen, her normal perfect undo was coming undone, stray strands of white hair falling in her face.“Status?” She called out, gripping onto the arms of her seat for stability.“Shields are holding, forty percent. All weapons are still online.”“Charge the torpedo’s.” She commanded, “Aim for their weapons array.”“Weapons are charging, and ready…” Her tactical officer replied.“FIRE!” The Toledos launched into space towards the other ship, and the Captain B’Anna leaned back into her seat, waiting for the next impact to their own ship.“Something is coming up on our censors. It appears to be a class three nebula, but it is moving towards, Captain.” One of her crew men reported. She got out of her seat and crossed the bridge to look at her readings.“Pull it up on the view screen.” She instructed, she looked up to see a large swirling cloud that one might mistake for a nebula, but it was different. It was swirling dangerously, the surrounding space seemed to be being pulled into it. “That is no nebula.” She said in a hushed voice, as in front of her the anomaly morphed into a black hole like none other she had seen before. She ran back over to her chair, sitting down. Pressing down on her come button, “All stations brace for impact.” She instructed, squinting her eyes shut just as the ship is pulled into an unknown domain. She felt her body thrown forward, her head impacting the station in front of her… she lost consciousness. Anora came too slowly, then all at once, sitting up abruptly to see her bridge destroyed, wires hanging down from the ceiling a few crew men injured, others that looked dead. She could feel that her own body had been badly damaged, she looked down to see there was a large gash in her leg blood trickling down her leg. She pulled herself up, she was good to walk so she made rounds accessing who was still alive. Her security Lt called out to her, she moved over to push some debris from her legs. “Are you good to move?”“Yes, captain.”“Please access the damage to all decks, and get in contact with med bay. I’m going to work on getting the view screen back up and see where exactly this thing took us.”“Aye, Ma’am.” She pulled herself up and started work. “We have lost life support to the lower decks. Shields are completely offline, our warp core is intact but damaged. Engineering is one of the decks that lost life support, I am picking up zero life signs.” Anora nodded, moving over to the console having to carefully move her dead communications officer out of the way. She pulled up the view screen, only to see the ship they had just been battling had been transported onto this side of space with them. They looked badly damaged, and Nora with limited scanning capabilities could only tell they were several thousands of light years away from their sector of space. She decided to hail them, “This is Captain B’Anna of the starship Nile, of the Yam or empire. We are very far from home, and we are both badly damaged, maybe we can work something out.” She stepped back from the console, she couldn’t wait for a response. She had to keep moving, helping those injured up and moving so they could start getting systems back online.“Med bay has suffered heavy damage, only one doctor survived.” Her security officer updated her.“Okay, pull me up on com if the other ship contacts us back. If they are willing to compromise, you can beam their captain to the med bay. I’m going to help the doctor.” She instructed, “You have the bridge.” She headed for the lift, reporting to the med bay to see the only doctor scrambling to help whatever patients she can. Nora had limited medical knowledge, having made her start as a medic’s assistant on the star ship Mina. "Lord Boris, the ship appears to be absorbing our weapons damage exceptionally well."" I care not Arty. They cannot withstand our firepower forever. Triple the cannons firing rates."" As you wish my lord." The Arginine sat in his command chair, his leg cross and his hands pressed together, his fingers drumming against each other. This ship was not the first ship to put up a fight, but it would not be able to hold itself together after sustained fire. Lord Boris had spent decades optimizing the vessel for war, determined to make those who defy him kneel. Ship after ship, colony after colony, planet after planet, they fell to his will. He took what he wanted, and then he left, caring little for the structural integrity of the loose governments that formed under his brief rule. The Dominator did not need or want to stay in one place for too long. He hungered for war, as did his followers. His crew. His family. The ship rocked and ached, echoes of explosions ringing down the metal corridors. His eye shifted to a monitor on his left, a screen that told him the exact condition of every system and subsystem in the ship. The weapons array had been struck, their auto-targeting systems were offline. He wasn't worried, his men were capable of manually firing the weapons. Their attempt at disabling his ship would be in vain; he would be victorious." Lord Boris! An anomaly!" Before the Arginine had a chance to react, the ship groaned and quaked, substantial g-force being placed upon the hull. The blood was rushing through his body, unable to properly flow, and he could feel himself weakening, his vision blurring. And then it was over. The ship came to a halt, the forces returning to normal. Wires dangled from the ceiling, electrical currents arching from exposed substations. His consoles were flat, the connection the rooms severed. "Arty, what happened?"" I'm not sure, my lord. We may have-"As he spoke, the console in front of Boris crackled. “This is Captain B’Anna of the starship Nile, of the Yam or empire. We are very far from home, and we are both badly damaged, maybe we can work something out.” Artyi shrugged his shoulders, clearly at a loss. "We have no idea how extensive the damages to our ship are. We weren't prepared to jump like that. Anyone in the lower decks is almost definitely dead." Boros rubbed his temples before speaking. "Make contact with the Nile." Once Arty had done so, Boris made his return brief. "This is Lord Boris of the Silver Spear starship. My men and I will cease our conflict with you so that we may evaluate our current situation. Please be aware that any hostility will result in an immediate free fire. I expect immediate access to your vessel. My guard and I will be waiting." He turned to his second in command and ambassador. "You will come with me. Find Grin and Half, get them prepared." Nora was alternating between helping out different crew men with their injuries and the computer console, trying to do whatever she could to restore life support to all decks from the systems. She hailed the bridge, “Jodi, please revert power from the forward thrusters to life support.”“Very well.” Her security officer returned, “We are receiving Hails from the other ship, should I relay that to you?”“Yes.” She answered curtly, waiting for the hail to patch through. “This is Lord Boris of the Silver Spear starship. My men and I will cease our conflict with you so that we may evaluate our current situation. Please be aware that any hostility will result in an immediate free fire. I expect immediate access to your vessel. My guard and I will be waiting.” Nora let out a little laugh, just as pleasant of a greeting as she expected from their species. To think a male would talk to a woman in such a way, she supposed maybe their societal structure was less sophisticated. She would have to put aside the differences her species had with theirs, at least for the time being. The last thing she needed was a half-witted space battle, the lives of her crew held much more value than her pride. She looked around at all her wounded that were filtering in and knew it would be better for her to meet their guests in her ready room. “Lt Jodi, please meet me in my ready room after patching through this hail, we will transport them there.”“My conflict with you ended in that anomaly, we are locking onto your life signs and will beam you aboard.” She said quickly, before running through the corridor to her ready room. She looked over at the mirror, she looked like hell, she straightens herself up quickly the last thing she needed was this Lord Boris to think as simple space anomaly would have her off her game.“Initiate transport.” She said looking over at Lt Jodi, “Keep weapons in reach, we do not want to appear hostile, but we should be ready to defend ourselves if our guests attempt anything.”“Very well, ma’am. Starting transport now.” Her teal eyes fitted on the spot they would arrive. She was wary of an alliance with one of the greatest enemies of her empire. They had not been able to reason with this species before, the whole reason she had gone into armed conflict with this ship before was to try to divert their attention away from their incubation space station orbiting Theta five. Boris drummed his fingers on the desk that console sat on, waiting for the return of his personal guard. This was a massive risk, one that could severely cripple his people's universal expansion, or even worse, end it entirely. He had to rely on the instinct of the Nile's crew to want to get out alive. If at any point their fear of dying in the cold and emotionless wastes of space was outweighed by the desire to kill him, he would have no way of retaliating. His face was etched with concern, uneasy with this truce. He was pulled from his thoughts when Arty returned with Grin and Half. His guard stood at the ready, completely covered in the armor. Wickedly curved blades hung from their waists, and standard issue battle rifles were slung around their backs. Before they were beamed to the Nile, Boris got onto the ship's intercom. "I require all able hands to access damages to the Spear. All essentially systems must be brought back online. Give me a report on who we lost." With that completed, he nodded to his guard and waited until they were beamed aboard. The process was quick, and when the four men arrived at the Nile, Half and Grin took their defensive stances, crouched slightly with their hands on their blades. Boris put his hand up to halt them, his eye scanning the room. The lack of any men was strange for the Arginine, a species so heavily influenced by the power and strength of their males. "Which one of you is Captain B'Anna?" he asked, crossing his arms. He looked to Arty, who simply shrugged once more. "I do not wish to leave my ship unattended for longer than I must." Nora was a bit startled at the other ships captain, he was large, and his guards were large. Her species average height never exceeded five and half feet. Nora was smaller than average, standing just an inch above five foot. She didn’t like their massive size shake her, while small she was a formidable fighter. “I am Captain B’Anna.” She said matter of fact, she felt it was pretty obvious her rank. She pushed a strand of snow-white hair that had fallen into her face, crossing the room to access her guest. It was strange that none of these creatures appeared to be the female of their species, “I do not plan to keep you long, I am sure you have suffered a lot of causalities as have we. You need not fear an attack from me, I only attacked you because you had trespassed in our space and as we are both no longer anywhere near any place that our empires hold property. My prime directive now is to return my remaining crew safe to our space.” She explained. She walked around her desk and launched the view screen behind it, keeping a wary eye on the men in case they got any ideas. Furthermore, she pulled up a space map, “This is where we both began, just outside the Theta five in Yam or space.” She shifted the map so that it got further, and further zoomed out. “And now.” She pointed at a completely different quadrant of space, “I have not done any exact calculations but at our highest speed it will take us over a hundred years to return home unless we find another way home.” She really hoped he was a reasonable man, she had not heard any good things about his species. Furthermore, she turned her body towards her, gripping onto the edge of her desk and leaning towards him. “Neither of our ships is going anywhere, I doubt alone either of us have the supplies to completely restore our ship. My warp core is intact, I guess what I’m suggesting is an alliance. We pool our supplies and restore one of our ships and try to travel back to our own section of space. We than part ways, and can go back to killing each other if you so wish.” Boris stared at the woman speaking to him, the apparent captain of the vessel. Smaller, female, no doubt weaker. Speaking to him with the tone of someone who was willing to assert their authority, or at least attempt to. He glanced at Arty, who was doing his best to cover a smirk. Clearly, Boris wasn't alone in his confusion. Whatever strange society the Yam or empire had developed was clearly not setting the ranks up for success if this was what they considered to be captain material. He put his hands on the shoulders of his guards, who relaxed their stances, now standing straight, all four men being a minimum six foot." I doubt you can provide us with much, but I will admit that our ship is not in any condition to travel. My men need help, and if this is the only course of action, then I suppose that I must take it." He took a step forward, standing a few feet ahead of the others. "But know that if you attempt any betrayal, my men will be more than happy to make this ship their own." He shook his head to the side, moving his pink hair out of his eye. "I don't want to attempt to move your core into my shape, so we will collect my supplies and bring them here. Arty, have them show you where we will be staying." Arty nodded and stepped forward, looking for the one that would be guiding him. Boros turned his attention back to B'Anna. "Allow me to hail my ship. We will bring supplies through one of our transports, so prepare an airlock." He walked to the desk the woman was standing at, looking the console. Upon gaining access, he sent his ship a message. "We will be boarding the Nile in peace in an effort to return to charted space, so prepare a transport shuttle. Gather any materials deemed vital. Again, the boarding is to remain peaceful. Any insubordination will be met with the harshest of punishment." When he finished, he let out a heavy sigh." Captian, I request that you show me my quarters. I expect that I will not be staying with the rest of the crew, as we have exceptionally delicate decisions to make. Please, lead the way." He gestured for her to lead. "Grin, Half, make sure the transport arrives safely and the no one is harmed." The two men nodded and waited to be led to the airlock. The petite woman could have spat in his face when he said he doubted they had much to offer them, but refrained trying to remain as diplomatic as possible. She moved aside, allowing him to access her panel. He was able to hail his ship with little help which meant their technologies were likely compatible. She scanned the rest of his guards, the slight quiver to the corner of their lips did not go unnoticed to her, if she had much other choice she would have destroyed the scraps of their ship and left. She turned her attention to security officer, “The third docking bay is still empty?” With a curt nod from her officer she continued. “Send a team down there to receive his crew, there should be quarters open in the lower decks of the ship. Have Lt Lyra assemble teams, top priority is the bridge and engineering. Send all damage reports to my quarters.” She instructed, turning on her heel towards the rather massive Boris. His considerable height was going to take some getting used to, along with his overall disposition. She paused, “Lt Jodi please remind the crew to play nice. This way.” She said plainly, waiting until they were through the passage and out of ear shot of either of their crew before speaking again. “The women of my species can secrete a toxin, do with that information as you will, but it would be wise that your men keep their hands to themselves.” She paused at a set of doors, and keyed in a code allowing them access. “These are my quarters in case you wish to try and slit my throat in the night.” She joked, but it was more to let him know her guard was up. She closed the door and headed down the passage only a bit longer, she keyed in a new code, this room was just a mirror image of that of the captains, without the decorations that she had placed to make it more livable. Across one wall was a rather large window to see out into space. She walked over to a console, activating it and assigning a new security code to the room. “We should probably find a way to merge our crew in the most peaceful way possible.” As the guards that Boris had brought with him went their own way, the Arginine followed the woman. His gaze scanned the corridors, the electronics, the overall engineering and structural design, and of course, the petite woman. All of it was staggeringly different from his own species designs. More appealing to the eye, more compact than most designs. His species built things ugly, but efficient. Built for war, requiring little to no maintenance. Some spots were almost painfully obvious structural weak spots. It was a technical marvel that the ship had survived what it did in his opinion. When she mentioned the toxins, he scoffed. "My people live in constant discomfort. Our home world isn't even considered habitable by the galactic federations. I find it hard to believe some poison will be able to take us down." He paused. "Still, my men will behave. As well, I. Just don't expect your empty quarters to look the same after we part ways." He watched as she pointed out her quarters, and then walked into his own and stood by the large window." I agree. Our crews will most likely be at odds for most of this. I suggest limiting contact between them for the first couple of days. Perhaps have them eat in the same mess hall but otherwise simply gather our supplies together. Then we can begin integrating them." He turned to her, his expression stern. "My men will not respect your kind easily. They respect power, they respect dominance. In our culture, the women are few and far between, and many of them are servants. I would suggest telling your crew to stay away from mine until the become more...acclimated...to their new surroundings." “Huh, it is a bit funny. My species has a similar problem, you will find no males of my species on this vessel. Or any starship in my empire, men tend to take jobs teaching lower grades, caring for children, working on garden bays.” She explained, “It is unheard of for a male to hold any position of stature, so they will not heed to your men easily. As I will not fold to you either, do not confuse my small stature for weakness or a lack of dominance.” She warned, her eyes locking into his for a moment. She broke her gaze looking down at the console, “We will likely come in contact with unknown species, we need to migrate these crews as seamlessly as possible because a divided crew will make us weak.” She typed in a few things, “At least we will not have to worry about them getting along too well.” She let out a little laugh, having a distracted crew would be far worse than a divided one in Nora’s mind. “You can transfer any data you have about your species physiology here to the med bay. We lost all of our doctors but one, but she is highly adaptable and efficient.” She walked towards the doors, “I left your access code on the panel, would you like a tour of the rest of the ships systems? I need to access the damage, so I can accurately tell you how long until we are space worthy again.” Boris stood at the console, typing a number of important things for the med bay files. "I will accompany you, but I do require a moment. I don't know if any of my crew have sustained injuries that they can not naturally fix themselves, so it is important that I get these notes to your doctor. His eye was fixated on the screen, finishing the list within a minute.-Arginine skin cannot be pierced, must be cut-Arginine bone is exceptionally durable-Arginine's can rapidly repair any flesh wound and most internal injuries-Arginine blood is dense-Arginine blood can burn and scar skin tissue It took Boris another minute or two to figure out how to transfer the file, the systems of the Nile being vastly different from his own. While most species used the same generic communications arrays and systems, very few had anything else in common. When he had managed to send the file, he straightened and retook his place behind her, ready to access damages. "My men are excellent engineers and particularly skilled scavengers. I'm sure that they can fix structural issues and external damages with supplies or salvage from my ship. Your electronics, however, we cannot offer assistance with. It's never been our specialty." Captain B’Anna waited for him to finish before heading out into the hall, “Just from my own initial intel on your ship, our systems are built much different. The Nile is built for speed and long term space travel, we are not a battleship. Once all the important systems are online, we will likely want to fortify our weapons array to protect the crew from any hostile species.” She saw an open panel, she walked over stepping some debris. “Our entire systems power goes through these tubes, they can be accessed through panels throughout the ship. You can access a ships map from your console, I suggest you familiarize yourself with it.” One of the tubes was ruptured from the impact, she reached down and ripped the calf from her jumpsuit where her leg had been cut before. She used the scrap fabric to tie around the tube, securing it from leaks. The power flickered in the hall before restoring to full power. She closed the panel, heading further down the hall to a lift. She entered the lift waiting for him to follow, before entering the floor to engineering.“We lost life support to all of our lower decks, our engineering crew was cut in half.” The lift jolted a bit as it reached the floor, that couldn’t be a great sign. The doors slid open slowly, “It seems power hasn’t been fully restored to this deck.” She stepped through the small opening onto their engineering deck. Their large core sat in the middle undamaged, but there was no power going through it. There were engineers running around trying to fix things, stopping to stare at their massive new guest. Boris followed closely, taking in all that she was telling him. "We will salvage the more powerful components of our weapons array and combine them with the systems you already have in place. I'm sure you noticed, but the Silver Spear was meant to do exactly one thing: fight." He stood in the corridor as she fixed one of the panels, fixing the leaking tubes. "I suppose I should ask you now before it becomes an issue in the future. Are there sections of the ships that cannot be entered or shouldn't be entered?" He looked at the tubing, keep his distance. "You don't have any nasty secrets stored away on this vessel, do you?" He entered the lift, standing hunched, annoyed by the design clearly meant for her smaller species. The same was said for the opening to the engineering bay, and he stretched modestly when he was allowed to stand straight once more. He looked over the engineers, all of them smaller than he by a significant margin. "Do all of your engineers get distracted this easily?" he mused, staring at them each individually. "There is no need to stop your work on my behalf. I very much want to survive this ordeal." The towering male walked towards the warp core, examining it. "How fast can your ship move with this kind of propulsion system? I've never seen anything quite like this..." He stood stroking his chin, tilting his head to the left. "Incredible..." Letting out a little laugh she looked at him a bit amused, “I mean, I would think your crew would be better not to wander into the morgue get stuck in some of the smaller parts of the ships.”“Get back to work.” Nora commanded, pinching the bridge of her nose. This was going to be interesting, many of the women in her crew had never seen a man, let alone a man so large. “You will have to excuse them, most of them have never seen a man before.” She explained, she didn’t want to insult him. “Most of my species doesn’t really do sexual reproduction anymore, we have DNA donors and incubation stations. We are then sorted into maturation pods, and at a very young age assigned to our lifelong task. This means many of us never take mates, and those of us assigned to space travel usually never encounter another male of our species.” She walked to the console nearest the warp core, typing in some calculation so she could best answer his question. “Well, according to my calculations for an example, your ship at its highest speed would take 180 years to reach our original coordinates, this ship at full speed would take 100 years. Obviously that is not good enough, I would like to get home well before that.” She turned to a crewman, “I expect the core to be powered in less than two hours, I do not like sitting idle in unknown space.” She headed out of engineering towards the mess hall, which wasn’t impressive just tables, cooking supplies, “A lot of your crewmen quarters will be on this level.” She explained, stepping into another lift. This one was still in good shape, so she was able to command it with vocal commands. “To the Bridge.” The lift sent them back to their original level, she stepped out onto the bridge that already looked much better.“Captains on the bridge.” Said one of the officers, and she nodded at them walking to the front section where there were two chairs usually reserved for the captain and first officer. There were different consoles around the room, all pointing towards the large view screen where they could see Born’s ship. The man looked back at the engineers, a few of them still staring at the hulking male. He gave the console that B'Anna was at a glance, still impressed. "If my ship had a warp core similar to that one..." he began to think aloud, staring at the core. If his men had ever salvaged a core of that caliber, then his ship would be unstoppable. His thoughts were interrupted by her explanation of reproduction. He had heard of civilizations that had eliminated the need for sexual reproduction, opting to create their spawn for specific tasks in birthing chambers. It was a concept familiar, yet unliked by Boris. He followed her through the mess hall, now deciding to give his opinion. "Alginates can only produce through sexual reproduction. And as I said, our females are in short supply. We reproduce with other species, with our genes generally being dominant. In practically every instance, an Alginate that has intercourse with any other species will produce an Alginate." He said all of this matter the ghastly, little emphasis or excitement in his tone. When they made it to the bridge, he recognized his ship and sighed. She looked rough, large gashes in a number of her lower hull plates. "Well, she's seen better days" he mourned, genuinely upset at the loss of his vessel. "We'll salvage what we can. Fortunately, you weren't able to completely destroy our weapons array before we were forced into that jump. If your crewman can figure out the system integrations, our software will be a significant upgrade to yours." He sat down in one of the chairs, leaning back and brushing his hair back. "Furthermore, we can reinforce breaches in your hull with pieces of our own. The material is stronger than practically any other we've come across, save for those unfit for space travel." He turned the chair to face the woman, his eye locked on her. "Are your crew capable of defending themselves? Hostile species won't hesitate to board a wounded ship. My men are viciously capable but are your women...?" He didn't know how to say "delicate" diplomatically, so he simply let the sentence hang. Nora couldn’t figure out what exactly made her feel uncomfortable about his discussion about sexual reproduction, but it did. It wasn’t that her species didn’t have desires, some even formed well, rather close friendships with other females, she out ranked all of her crew and that would be inappropriate. Maybe it was simply the fact that his species took pride in dominating even from a genetic standpoint, she cleared her throat turn her face away. “That is, interesting.” He spoke of fortifying her weapons and she nodded along, taking her own seat. “That is well enough. We can start that after everyone has a chance to settle in, none of the current breaches would keep us from jumping in an emergency.” He asked if they could offend themselves, and she heard her security officer laugh. She turned, giving her a look and the laughing stopped immediately. “We defend ourselves well, maybe when everyone gets back on their feet I can give you a little bit of a demonstration.” She said in an almost teasing tone, “Though, I would be afraid to hurt you…such a delicate creature.” She rolled her teal eyes at him. How did he think her species had defended themselves all this time, by playing damsels?“I do not know what your policy on dining is, but I take my meals in my quarters away from the crew. You are welcome to join me, it will likely be ration cubes tonight.” She offered. Boris' eye shifted to the security officer and then back to the captain. "I'm afraid you'll find my kind to be...durable. One must be in order to survive on a planet of desert." He rolled his eye and sighed, sinking back into the chair, crossing his legs. "A soldier must always been in top physical condition if they are to overcome their enemies. Considering my crew and I have nothing but enemies..." The sentence was left hanging, the man not wanting to elaborate on a fairly obvious point. We're strong, they get it. "I'll have my men eat in the mess hall or in their own quarters, assuming they can handle the rest of your crew. I will accept your invitation. It'll be a far cry to the types of feasts my men and I are used to, but in such circumstances, we are willing to deal with the uncomfortable." He chuckled, adjusting the metal plate that covered his left wrist. "I will need to be changing soon, however. I don't generally wear my Pylon-5 suit for extended periods of time. It becomes uncomfortable." He stood, nodding to her. "I will return to my quarters to remove my suit. I will then meet you at your quarters." He headed back to the lift, taking a moment to figure out the controls before making his way back to his room. Piece by piece, the suit came off, exposing his bare skin. His torso was covered in a skin tight, jet black suit, form fitting and flexible as to not hinder any movement. He set the suit on the desk and then examined his suit, making sure there were no tears in its fabric. When he was satisfied he made his way to B'Anna's door, knocking with heavy fists. “Yes, so I’ve heard.” The captain muttered, mostly for her own benefit. She didn’t know what his suit was, but her own uniform was in tatters so she would likely change into something casual for the evening when she was sure the crew was buckled in for the night. “I will leave that to your authority, we should have the kitchen up and running by the morning, but rations will be handed out in the mess hall for all crew.” She had no intention on attempting to pull rank with his crew for now. She was unfamiliar with them and being familiar with a crew was important to be an effective leader. Anora finished up some orders on the bridge, getting the bridge back over to her security officer before heading to her own quarters. She quickly took a shower and changed into a soft white gown, pulling over top a robe this is often what she wore in her own quarters to relax. She pulled the table from the wall and set the rations out on the table, it wasn’t long before there was a firm knock on the door. Furthermore, she opened the door, “Come in.” She walked over to the table, pulling a bottle out from a shelf. “Rations with good Yam or wine.” She let out a little laugh, “Away from the crew you are welcome to call me Nora. How should I refer to you?” She asked, carefully examining his change in wardrobe. She preferred this much better to the intimidating suit he had been wearing earlier. In a way he seemed a bit softer, her own body had relaxed in response. “There is a constant com link with my room, if the crew needs us they will be able to hail us here. Hopefully there will be an evening with little conflict.” Boris took her in once more, formulating an opinion on her new wardrobe. It was softer, more casual, more akin to what he would traditionally imagine a woman in. It was interesting for sure, and he wasn't going to complain. He nodded and gave her thanks when she opened the door, stepping inside and standing by the table, watching her pull out the wine. He couldn't recall the last time he had a wine, especially a decent wine. Arsenites required a massive amount of alcohol to get inebriated, so they usually stuck to the harder liquors that were easy to mass produce. Still, he wouldn't decline." You can call me Boris. I don't have any other name to go by" he said, his eye still on her gown. "My men refer to me as lord, as yours refer to you as captain." He sat down at the table, leaning back into his chair. "I do apologize for not having something more modest to wear. Most of my garments are still on the Spear. I will make an effort to retrieve them in the coming days." He ran a hand through his hair and then began to pick at his rations, trying to make it last." So if I'm going to have to live with you and your kind, I'll need to know more about you. The same applies to you. If you need to drink first, be my guest" he teased, chuckling, his lips curling back and revealing pointed teeth. "Most people in this profession cannot open up about themselves for free." Nora could feel his eyes scanning her, she had never been examined in that way. She wasn’t sure the proper way to react, instead she pretended his gaze had gone unnoticed, adjusting into her seat so that she was on her knees. She opened the wine pouring them both a glass, letting out a small laugh as he apologized for his attire. “It’s fine, if you are immodest, I am down right scantily clad.” She shook her head, remembering her hair was still put up to conform to uniform codes. She reached up and removed the two hair sticks, letting her silky white tresses fall over her shoulders.“Well Boris, maybe you should be drinking first as so I do not bore you with my rather mundane life.” She teased, putting the glass up to her lips and taking a sip. Furthermore, she picked carefully at the rations remembering how they tasted like minerals and a vague flavor of fruit. Luckily this would only be for the night at the crew would be able to resume their normal diet in the morning. The food would only last for a time though, so getting the ships moving so they could find a new source would be important.“I’m not really sure what there is to tell about me? The Neil left station only a couple of weeks ago, a week into our first journey the captain got ill. Some sort of illness she had caught on an away mission to one of the colonies. It happened quickly, and I as her first officer took command of the vessel. Before the Neil I worked on another ship, a science vessel where I worked my way up in rank until I became a Lt. I applied for reassignment on the Neil, looking for more…adventure. Maybe not this much.” She smiled, “Before that, I lived on a space station. I have actually never lived on a planet, or even seen our home world. What about you?” He took another bite of his rations before downing the wine in a single drink, setting the glass down and chuckling. "There is no such thing as a mundane life. All lives have some way of making themselves interesting. You must simply find yours." He continued to eat his rations, watching her face as she spoke. "You've never lived on a planet. Have you ever been on a planet? Seen a natural sky, or taken a breath of natural air?" He ran a finger along the rim of his glass, his nail gently scraping the surface. "Interesting." The Arginine sighed and looked around the room, unsure of where to begin. "My story isn't any different from the rest of my men. Our home planet is barren, hardly capable of supporting any life. Our kind decided to become mercenaries for hire, and eventually, built their own army. I was born and raised on my planet, and then I was brought onto the Bronze Spear. When the previous Lord began to make decisions that left our entire population at risk, I fought him for the right to rule." He looked down at his ration, taking another bite. "I killed him. The men respect me now. They listen to me."" We have been traveling the universe destroying ships and colonies, looting what we need, the men who need to breed do so, and then we move on." He shrugged, clearly uninterested in the subject. "Until we find a planet that can support us, we keep searching." The woman had never thought about the fact that she had never stepped foot onto solid land a strange, well until now. “I suppose I haven’t.” She admitted, she listened to him speak of his planet. The Yam or home planet was not barren, but it had a very small land mass, which meant it could not support the vast population of the empire. So her people looked to the stars, first building space stations and hubs for civilizations before moving on to colonizing planets, and even some moons. She did not understand his people, but maybe the harsh atmosphere of their planet had hardened them not only on the outside but inward. “Yam or is a tropical planet, with small islands. It cannot support the population of the empire, so my people expanded into space.” She explained, “Not many of us live on planet, and only those of high ranks really visit it. I’ve been told it is beautiful. I am sorry for the hardships of your people.” She said in a soft voice, but she still took note of the fact that he was willing to kill a commanding officer.“Hopefully we can come to an understanding, but my people do not like to start conflict for the sake of it. We have found that diplomacy works with most races.” She shrugged, taking another drink of her wine and chasing it with ration. “I am a bit concerned when you say need] to breed though, is that going to be a problem. I would prefer that no one…breeds… on this ship. Are their certain biological consequences? I have read of races that will experience great about of pain if they don’t answer the call of nature so to speak.” Boris began to chuckle, then laugh, deep and hearty, his head tilted back as he roared. With a slap of the table he took a moment to compose himself, still stifling a chuckle or two. "My men have already bred. An Arginine generally only has intercourse for reproduction purposes when they enter the final 20 or so years of their natural lives. Those among my crew who have entered that time frame have already done so, and none of the others are even remotely close. So they will not need to breed, no. Any relations they have will be purely for pleasure." His face grew stern, his tone now serious. "We are a lot of things, but rapists we are not." He recomposed himself, shaking his head. "I apologize, I didn't mean to get...aggressive. I just don't want your crew to believe themselves to be at a physical risk." He finished off the rest of his ration, wiping his lips with the back of his hand. "So why does your population hold males at such a low standard? Is it because you eliminated the need for their presence in reproduction?" If the Yam or empire was capable of creating whomever they needed whenever they needed, then what was stopping them from simply eliminating males all together? Startled, Nora shifted uncomfortably in her seat examining the men features wearily. She didn’t see what about any of this was funny, “I was not suggesting that, we have strict policy about relations between crew men, even if there are of another species. It’s a bit hard to enforce, now more so, because we can’t afford to throw anyone in the brig.” She admitted, glad that he had stopped laughing in such a boisterous manner. It seemed even his behaviors were larger, and louder than anything you would see with the Yam or.“Well, I suppose it started during the primal time on home planet, the females of our species have a natural defense against the creatures that lurk in the jungles, whereas the men do not. They became the hunters and leaders of early tribes, and later the defenders of the planet against alien invaders. The low population of males is a more recent thing, that came with the incubation chambers. However, the monarchs of Yam or still live by the natural way. The Empress has several consorts in her harem, members of parliament also take mates. It’s a symbol of wealth and power and sort of honoring the ways of the old.” She explained finally finishing her own glass of wine. She knew not to knock back a drink in the manner he had, wine from Yam or was very strong, fermented from a strange plant only grown on home world.“If I were to become an admiral or general, I would be offered the chance to take a mate.” She shrugged, she wasn’t sure she wanted a mate. “It’s not uncommon for women to form, er, close bonds with one another.” She had a bond like that during her time at the academy before she had taken her first ship assignment, she had been younger and much more fools hardy. “Do your people form long term bonds?” "Sometimes the ways of the old are still the ways of the wise" he mused, tapping his chin as he toyed with the idea of eliminating the unneeded of an entire species. "My men have never created bonds in a sexual sense, but we all do rely on each other heavily. When my people were surviving on our home world, those who strayed from the pack would quickly perish. As such, we spent centuries in small cities peppered across the surface, until we came together to expand. At this point, our species will essentially wither away without at least one other Arginine." He rubbed his eyes slightly, feeling the kick of the wine. It was good, something he hadn't felt in a while. "First they mentally lose their way, and eventually, their bodies will fail them. So in a way, yes, we do form strong bonds."" Listen, I understand that this stuff may be hard to come by, especially now that we're hundreds of years from any known outpost, but would you mind if I...?" He said this while lifting his glass, gesturing it towards the wine. "I'm a large creature with a high tolerance. And I'm not even the most experienced drinker among my crew. Assuming that the few that could best me survived." “Most of these bonds are not sexual in nature, just companionship. I don’t know if I would ever want to take a mate, it seems like a distraction more than anything.” Nora explained pouring more wine in each glass, she gave herself much less, not wanting to leave herself vulnerable. Even if this man was actually cordial now, he may think to take advantage of her ship and crew if she let her guard slip. “You cannot open this and not finish it, it will spoil. It’s fermented from a very strange fruit that only grows on home world. I have never encountered a wine stronger than this one.” She explained, “There was quite a bit in the stores, but we may have lost that. It wasn’t in my top priority.” She admitted with a grin. She finally finished her rations, glad to be rid of them and hopeful they would return to real food in the morning. Even in what should be her leisure time there was always the temptation to continue work. “So, usually drinking is not the best learning companion, but I can teach you a bit how this ship runs.” She explained, walking over to the console and sitting down. She patted the space next to her, making sure to make room for him on the bench type seat. Furthermore, she pulled up the systems map, “Once all of our systems are up and running I think you will find this ship very efficient.” Boris happily took the second glass, shooting it back much like he had the first glass. "I'll give your people one thing, this is a fabulous little beverage. I wish my people had something as potent as this in wine form." He chuckled and set his glass down, satisfied with what he consumed so far. He had already had more than he had initially hoped, but he would happily accept more if she offered. There were few vices he had; drinking was definitely one of them." No matter how efficient she may be, I feel my men can make her even better" he boasted, standing and moving to the bench. He sat, taking up significantly more space than her, looking at the map. The ship was vast but clearly designed to make access from one vital sector to another smooth and easy. "Which sectors of the ship are the most valuable? The ones that need to be defended at all cost? The core, obviously. Any others?" She raised an eyebrow as he guzzled the second glass whole, she wasn’t sure how she could explain to his crew later that she hadn’t drugged him he just drank too much too fast. She traced her finger around the map, “The core is the most important, that is why it is on the underside of the ship and reinforced so well. If an enemy managed to get through our hull and hit our core, well that would the end of this ship and a whatever ships and planetoids are in the area. Hopefully no one would be so stupid as to sign their own life away.” She pushed hair from her face, sitting next to this man on the bench she couldn’t be sure if his species was oversized or hers was really that small. “The Bridge is also very important, but less so, the ship can be piloted from other parts of the ship. The Main computer is here, in the very center of the ship, if that were destroyed we would lose all ship systems. That has never happened without, basically the rest of the ship already being destroyed. The anomaly caused a glitch in our computer matrix, we can have it in order soon. Our voice activated systems will be back online soon enough. Um, my crew will have to focus on electrical work because I don’t think your men will fit in our tubing.” She flipped the console over to a log.“You can keep logs that are stored to your room console, any of your crew men are welcome to keep a log.” She continued to flip, “Or explore our library of literature and music.” She flipped back to her map, tracing her finger across the third deck. “There are training and rec rooms on this floor, a lot of my crew will spend time here on their hours off.” Boris nodded as she explained the rooms and where they were, following her finger as she traced the map. "I would hope that the very real danger of having a thermonuclear explosion detonate from the center of the ship never becomes an issue" he half-joked, looking at the layout. "At any rate, the area is easily defensible. We have enough people to protect both the bridge and core, no issues. It's the rest of the ship I worry about." He looked over the details of the vessel, calculating where the most entry points were. "If we keep here and here," he said, pointing at spots on the map, "then we can prevent access to the rest of the ship, should something occur."" Are there multiple rec rooms? I understand that we are trying to integrate our crews, but your men must assume some sort of privacy when they are not working. Most creatures do not willingly accept unknown people into their personal zone." His men likely wouldn't care of their presence and would show off, if anything. But he knew that could be construed as rude." As for myself, I will be spending most of my time in my quarters or on the bridge. I do most of my training on my own." “There are many.” Nora answered simply, she could feel herself growing drowsy, but there was a bit of uncertainty left in her keeping her awake. She turned her body towards him, turning her full attention to him, his species such a physically vast difference from hers. She wondered if his flesh were hard like rough stone, she also had to wonder if the females of his species looked much the same. She did not judge him for training alone, or keeping mostly to his quarters or the bridge, being a leader was often lonely. Furthermore, she could not go down to the mess hall and socialize with the others, playing board games and gossiping about another crewmen was not befitting a captain.“Lonely place it is in charge. Shouldering the burden of many of one's self. As a young ling I longed to be captain, now that I am, sometimes I long to be with the others.” She gave him a half smile, “We should probably retire until morning.” The Arginine laughed and nodded, standing slowly and cautiously to take his leave. "I agree. It is a lonely life that we must live, but we do it because we must. Without a leader, a group falls apart into nothing more than chaotic barbarians. I think we can both agree that this way is much better." With that said, he nodded his head to her and began to walk towards the door, making sure to firmly plant each foot to prevent his potential humiliation. "I will explain the situation further to my men tomorrow. I pray you rest easy." He left her quarters and made his way to his own, closing the door behind him and stripping off his undersuit. His body ached, finally free for the first time in what felt like ages. A rough day could easily take a toll on a captain, and he was no different. He dropped onto the bed heavily, hardly noticing the fact that it was much smaller than a man of his size required. He closed his eyes and within moments fell asleep. He woke up early the following morning, sitting up and staring out of the window into space. So much had happened in a short time span, and it was hard to process. The rest had been nice, welcome. He stretched thoroughly, putting his undersuit back on after he finished. He made his way to the mess hall, hoping some of his crew would be there eating their morning meal before getting to work salvaging the now abandoned ship. Nora smiled at the Lord Boris exited her bed chambers, she swore for a moment she had seen him stagger on his feet. She climbed into her own bed, relaxing into the firm cot mattress. As soon as she closed her eyes, she was out for the night. The Next Day Captain B’Anna entered the bridge after attending a small breakfast in her own quarters, she was wearing her bridge uniform, a rather tight-fitting gray coverall, that zipped up to just under the chin often though she left it half unzipped exposing her undershirt. She kept her hair up when she was working, today in two small buns just on top of her head, leaving a few stray hairs to frame around her face. Her hand was still clutching a small cup, the odor from the cup was strong. It was a tea of sorts that many of the Famous partook in to wake up or stay away, Nora stuck her nose to the cup sucking the smell of the strange orange liquid. It was one of her absolute favorite beverages.“Captain on the Bridge.” Was announced and Nora walked to her seat.“As you were.” She waved her hand dismissively, sinking into her seat and taking another long drink. “Status report?” She asked, and all the ships system status were relayed to her as she listened. Satisfied with the progress she moved to look at her own console, “Since scanners are back online, do a sweep every twenty minutes. We don’t want to get caught by surprise.”“Aye Captain.” Lt Jodi answered, “Something is coming up on our scanner, a ship. It appears to be some sort of fright vessel, class D weapons, reinforced haul, I would say inferior shield strength.”“Pull it up on the view screen.” The screen showed a ship, that seemed to be heading straight for the two ships. It looked like some sort of ship that dealt in salvage, “Hail them.” She pinched the bridge of her nose, putting down her drink and waiting for the video link to be started. A strange alien species answered the call, “This is Captain B’Anna of the Yam or Empire. Please cease your current course.”“I have already completely scans on your vessel, you are in no shape for a space battle. I suggest you stand down.” Anora took a deep breath, “Cease your current course, now.” She said in a firmer voice. The Alien laughed, ending the signal and immediately opening fire to the Yam or ship. The ship jumped, but it was obviously just a warning ship.“Shields are holding.” Lt Jodi relayed.“Fantastic.” Captain groaned, “I guess we should wake our guests.” She pressed the communicator on her badge, relaying it directly into Lord Born’s quarters. “Lord Boris, please report to the bridge.” Boris had hardly taken a step out into the hallway before he felt the ship rock. Already.? The captain thought to himself, sighing audibly and shaking his head. He wasn't surprised when the intercom came across for him. "Lord Boris, please report to the bridge.” There was no need to reply; he was already on his way. If another pirate vessel thought that it was going to board and loot what it pleased on a wounded ship, then he and his men would be quick to defend. He made his way to the lift he had been shown the day before, riding it to the bridge. He walked to the Amur captain, his face etched with irritation and borderline anger. "Who dares fire upon our ship?" he demanded to know, his eye fixated on B'Anna. "They do not know who they are disturbing lest they have a death wish." His chest heaved with his heavy breathing, his strength being fed by his agitation. "Hail their ship again, I will not let them insult us!" A tap on his shoulder turned his attention, and he huffed heavily at Arty, who had made his way to the bridge after Boris. "Lord please, control your temper. You aren't wearing your suit." The Arginine closed his eye and sighed, shaking his head. His breathing slowed and his body relaxed, both his skin suit and the second in command visibly relieved. When Boris was finished, he turned back to B'Anna, still clearly aggravated, but significantly less aggressive." If you receive contact from them, you tell them that attempting to assault The Dominator of the Universe will end unpleasantly." He clenched his teeth and turned back to Arty. "And you tell our men to prepare for a fight. If they so much as look at the ship in a disrespectful way, I want the crew dead and the captain brought to me." He paused, glancing at the Amur captain. "Us." Arty nodded and headed off to the crew's quarters, an emotion akin to excitement in his eye. Nora rose from her seat as Born’s entered the bridge, normally her crew would have announced his presence, but she could tell by their expression that none of them know how to address the alien. She also noticed his immediate almost rage, she couldn’t tell if it were directed at her or not, but she felt her body stiffen. It wasn’t long before one of his crew men seemed to pacify him a bit but B’Lana hardly felt relieved.“I have no intention of waiting passively by while they raid your ship.” The captain said calmly, acting as if she were not alarmed by his sudden rage. “We will send in away team, if you want to put your hands on the captain, you can go yourself. Jodi, you have the bridge.” She said looking over at her second in command, “Have two security officers meet me on the transport pad.” She looked over at the Arginine, “Are you and your men coming?” She asked, “I need to change.” She walked off the bridge to her own quarters. Furthermore, she changed into an armor, it was made of a flexible martial with large porous holes all over. As she moved light seemed to shift through her, reflexes off the surface of her suit. She strapped on a favor and a stick like weapon. She headed for the transport pad, she suspected the Arsenites would not be far behind they didn’t seem to far from a fight ever. Part of her was just curious on how the aliens fight since they had bragged about their combat skills. Boris waited until B'Anna had left, glancing over at her second in command before making his own exit. He returned to his room, applying his own armor set. The Pylon-5 armor consisted of 5 pieces; one fit snug onto each arm and leg and then one piece connected to his chest. Each piece was a small disc that would expand to be a form fitting golden layer of protection. It couldn't be worn for long, but Boris had yet to find something that offered the same level of power amplification as well as protection. When the final piece was in place, he set out to the transport pad. B'Anna had arrived first, as well as Arty and a few members of his crew. The two guards from earlier, Grin and Half, stood in the same armor as before, only this time without their helmets. Their wild hair was freely flowing down their backs, and their eyes were wide in excitement. A newer member of Boris' men, a young Arginine adult named Echo was also with them, shifting his weight from one leg to the other impatiently. He had yet to experience his first raid with the others, and he was eager to prove himself. Artyi snapped to attention, as did the others. "We are prepared to fight, my lord." Boris nodded, turning his attention to the female captain. "We will wait until you and your crew are ready. Be cautious on the Spear; she sustained heavy damages during the anomaly. There could be serious hazards on board her carcass." Echo stepped forward, handing a small laser dagger to Boris. The Lord stashed it in its sheath that rested on his right bicep. Echo then stepped to Captain B'Anna, offering another dagger to her." The men and I didn't know if you normally kept them on your person during battle, so we figured we ought to offer you one before we got into it." The two other guards and Arty grunted and nodded in agreement, thumping their chests. It was a symbol of tentative respect; the Arginine crew didn't like the Amur, but they didn't like whoever was attacking their beloved ship even more. For now, they would fight alongside them. When it was over, they would care little about them once more. Nora watched the men carefully, she had never felt an energy like their species had getting ready for battle. The Yam or treated battle as a necessary evil for survival, yes, they took pride in the art of their fighting but not the kill. Two of her security officers joined them, Yin and Jena, they were taller than their Capital and looked as if they had a bit more muscle mass. Their armor was different, still porous but didn’t shift in the light like Captain B’Lana. One of the men approached her, she noticed he looked younger than the others she accepted the dagger, attaching it to her belt. She didn’t know if it would be a dishonor for her not to accept it, and she appreciated the gesture even if she knew the men doubted her people. “Thank you.” She bowed her head a bit in appreciation before turning her attention to her security officers.“Yin and Jena, while we are over on their ship, I would like you to do a site to site transport to the enemy ship, upload any navigation maps of this sector of space to our ship. Keep an open com link.” She instructed, she walked over to the transport panel, “Everyone step on the transporter.” She made some adjustments to the setting before heading over to the transport herself. Furthermore, she pressed her come badge which initiated the transport back to their ship. Upon arrival, she didn’t immediately see any of the marauders but knew they were probably going for the most valuable items first, she looked over at Yin and with a nod her crew men transported against. She turned to Lord Boris, this was his ship and his honor she was not going to step on his feet to protect it even if it were destroyed by the anomaly.“Well this is your ship.” She pulled the stick from her belt, hitting it against the wall it expanded into a spear type weapon. “I yield to your authority.” When the transport had finished, Boris took a sharp breath. The Spear had seen better days, for the anomaly had clearly taken its toll. Wires hung from exposed control panels and large jagged pieces of sheet metal had fallen from the walls and ceiling. "Aye, this is my ship. But she won't be the same, not without her crew." He turned to Arty, who nodded solemnly. This fight was going to be a catharsis for all of them. It was a shame that the rest of the crewmen wouldn't be able to experience it as well. "If I had to guess, they're going to raid the upper decks first, mainly the bridge and the higher quarters. It won't be a long trip." He began to walk down the corridor, confident in his stride. He made little effort to conceal himself or hide his approach, and the Arsenites following did the same. The ship was built much differently than the Yam or ship, the hallways wide and tall. Much of the engineering was exposed, the crew opting to keep it open for speedy repairs. Every footstep would send echoes down the hall, booming as they cascaded through vents and doorways. The raiding party could be heard, whooping and hollering as they ripped apart what was once Boris' pride and joy. The man's body began to radiate rage the way it had before." I hope you're ready B'Anna. My men and I will be too occupied to protect you if it comes to that." He said this seriously, not intending disrespect. They came to a set of heavy metal doors. The panel that would normally open them was destroyed, the keypad missing and sparks flying from the exposed wiring. Boris released an annoyed sigh before he forced his fingers between the doors, grunting as he forced them apart with a metal screech. On the other side was the bridge, massive, open, and ransacked. There were a number of the alien marauders running about, most of which had yet to spot them. “We are just going to charge in there?” Nora questioned, and realized the answer immediately. She should have suspected as much, they relied on their brutish strength heavily, they wouldn’t need strategy. She stepped over the debris, examining the engineering as they walked by open consoles. Hopefully they wouldn’t start trying to pull panels off her ship, she definitely needed them to feel less chaotic. They came to steel doors, he made some comment about her being ready. She avoided rolling her eyes, only barely, “Of course I’m ready.” She would have to argue her point later. She watched as he pulled the door apart with his bare hands, she would remind herself of that the next time she felt a flare of rage directed at him. Furthermore, she looked at their enemy, ignorant of their arrival, how idiotic their species must be. Furthermore, she knew the Arsenites would take this opportunity to charge, she let her teal eyes scan the bridge to decide the best target, she noticed one of them appeared to have some sort of badge ranking. Furthermore, she than recognized him as the captain from earlier. She examined the ceiling, seeing a piece of wiring hanging, she took a few paces back and ran for it, grabbing hold of the wiring with one arm, using the end of her spear to anchor herself on the other side of the bridge. Furthermore, she let go of the wire, holding onto the staff with both hands as she hung over the other ships captain. Furthermore, she let go with both hands, falling directly on top of him and pinning him down. He was larger and grabbed hold of her wrist, in attempt to flip her over, but quickly pulled his hand back, screaming in pain. His hand red, with enlarged boils where it had come in contact with her suit. B’Anna yanked a piece of wire from a console, and used it to pin the captains arms back, tying his arms together and to the base of the console above.“Wait here.” She said with a wicked smile. She stood up and yanked her spear from the wall, just as a communication came through her badge from Yin.“Captain, we have secured the data.”“Okay, secure supplies from their cargo bay and report back to the ship.” She pressed her come badge.

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[Black Dawn] Legends

- Black Dawn -. Legends. A thread for all scenes that have happened in the games' history - regardless of when. (Navarro (#msg12717966)Location | Time | Date:Yellowstone National Park | Late Night | Mid March Tagging:LyonisMentioning:--How could this have happened? She'd been in some pretty tough spots before, but this definitely had to take the cake. Honestly she'd rather this big son of a bitch kill her like he was supposed to. She could accept death, especially a befitting warrior's death, but this? This she simply could not allow. It was one thing to become the captive of some piece of scum See lie, but it was a whole different matter when they claimed to be keeping you as a 'pet'. Chia was no one's pet, toy, plaything or otherwise. She was a hunter, a warrior, a veteran of her family's lineage for thirty years now, and she refused to be made a mockery of." Release me..." She seethed through clenched teeth. Scarred, slender fingers drew lower on her form in search of one of the many blades she had hidden on her body. Even with one arm around her, he held her practically immobile. Her arms were crushed in against her sides, tucked against her at the elbow so she could barely even bend her arm let along do anything more than kick her feet and yet no matter how much she did so he didn't seem to budge even an inch. She wasn't fond of this feeling, this helplessness. It was pathetic - pitiful really. She hated the thoughts of saviors bouncing around in the back of her head - that flickering hope that Lucas might recover from this beast's blow fast enough to come to her rescue. She hated being the weaker link, she hated feeling like a life-time's worth of experience and training had gone to the hounds in a matter of minutes." I. Said. RELEASE ME!" The woman spat as her fingers curled around the ivory handle of an iron blade. She was a master of the one-inch punch, but even with that at her disposal the short distance for which she had to jab the 4-inch blade didn't allow her to bury the implement very deep. With any amount of luck the pain of having iron within his flesh would be enough to shock his system and free her from his grasp - then round two could begin.((#msg12717948)Location | Time | Date:Yellowstone National Park | Late Night | Mid March Tagging:ZhiaMentioning:--Lyons was angry. And with good reason! He had been chasing that See lie Assembly bastard for nearly three days, and when he finally had the bastard tired and run down, some human twats had appeared and tried stole his kill! He'd still take credit, because as far as he was concerned the pair would never have had any luck if he hadn't worn the bastard down, but that was beside the point. Furthermore, he wanted blood on his claws, and he had been denied! And then the little bastards had decided they were going to go after him next. Didn't they know who he was? WHAT he was? The gun that the boy carried was firing neither iron nor silver, and while it hurt like a bitch, he wasn't down for even half a count. What followed got him at least a little bit of enjoyment, but before he could kill the little brat, the bitch with him begged for mercy. That actually had surprised him. And what surprised him even more was that he actually agreed to it. He'd let the little brat go, both of them go. His bloodlust was up, and he wasn't thinking clearly. Besides... three dead bodies were harder to clean up. And then the little brat had shot him. Again. He had left the boy bleeding from the head, his gun in pieces (yes, he knew how to break down a semi... and the rifle was literally bent at the barrel). The girl had a look of terror in her eyes for half a moment; not for herself, but for the boy... and that had spurred him on. He was on her in a flash, massive arms wrapping around her, throwing her over one shoulder. He held her tight, and he was certain it was uncomfortable for her, but he didn't care. Furthermore, he certainly didn't want the boy waking again and having him split his attention. He had a shelter not far from here; it would work. The boy would never be able to track him, and really should be seeking medical attention, but...." We had a deal, you and I. That little brat didn't seem to want to honor that. So now this one... This is a special deal." He could feel her squirming, assuming just struggling to break free of his hold. She felt good against him. Those curves... Fuck. He wasn't thinking straight. And then, as if to prove his point about distraction, he felt something bite into him, and knew the instant that he felt it that it was iron. "FUCK!" He snarled, all but throwing her away from him, aiming for a tree, hoping to hurt her, stun her before she tried to do more with that blade." You little bitch...."(Navarro (#msg12717966)Location | Time | Date:Yellowstone National Park | Late Night | Mid March Tagging:LyonisMentioning:--Begged was a bit of an overstatement, really... Or at least that's what she would say, anyway. Chia Navarro did not beg. She demanded or commanded, but she certainly never pleaded with anyone for anything. Not unless it was some sort of act so she could, you know, shoot him when he actually let her brother go. Things didn't exactly go according to plan, as you could probably see. Somehow she ended up over her own prey's shoulder being carted off to god only knew where. Where ever it was he planned to take her, she knew she wanted absolutely nothing to do with it. So when that satisfying snarl cracked past his lips, and she felt her knife sink into flesh, she practically shivered in delight. Perhaps she was a sadist, who knew. All she knew was that she definitely didn't enjoy what happened next. The yelp that escaped her cut off halfway through as her back slammed against the solid trunk of a nearby tree, leaving her to strangle on the awkward sound that managed to whittle its way out of her. She crumpled to the forest floor, only partially landing on her hands and knees before they seemed to buckle beneath her as she attempted to pull some much-needed oxygen back into her lungs. He'd effectively knocked the wind right out of her and her face was taking on all sorts of interesting colors as she tried breathing again. A loud wheeze rattled deep in her chest as she tried with strenuous determination and no small amount of willpower to lift herself back to her feet again, but she could barely make it onto her knees at this point. Emerald hues desperately searched for the knife she'd held a moment before, knocked from her grasp at some point between when he threw her, and she'd hit the floor. Shit! It was getting to dark for her to see and there was no moon reflecting glint to catch her eye. Chia growled softly beneath her breath as her fingers dug within the earth, and she forced herself upon her knees. "You know," She shot the 'man' a glare that would make most men crumble before her. "Most deals require both parties to agree to it..." Apparently he needed schooling in business etiquette and the fact that her shirt was practically hanging off her by a single thread didn't seem to stop her either. At some point during the fight - this one or the last, she didn't really know or care - her top had been shredded enough that it was starting to turn into a belt barely hugging along the less than subtle curve of her waist. Silky smooth, mocha-laden caramel licked the swell of her breasts, each roughly a large fistful, now glistened in the moonlight as little beads of sweat dripped and parted over the perky, rose colored peaks. Her stomach wasn’t a mere plain of existence but beautifully toned with dense muscle that did nothing to subtract from her feminine form." And you're the bitch, bitch." She shot back with an obvious smirk as she pulled a hunting knife from her boot, one that was clearly lined with silver. "So why don't you back off before I really have to hurt you."((#msg12717948)Location | Time | Date:Yellowstone National Park | Late Night | Mid March Tagging:ZhiaMentioning:--One large paw was on his shoulder, holding it over the bleeding wound that the human bitch had caused with the iron knife. He hoped it was lost, but didn't dare look for it either way, refusing to bring attention to it again. He watched as she didn't quite drop, and then watched as she slowly recovered. It was a heavy blow that he gave her, and he begrudgingly was impressed that she was already starting to get up. Must have hurt like a bitch though. He watched her struggling, and while his shoulder screamed in pain, he had a chance to study her, the way her shirt was little more than rags, the way her curves caught in the failing light beneath. Dammit, this was a distraction he did not need right now, watching her like that. The way her body moved, even injured, the rise and fall of those full, ripe breasts... even her stomach. From what he could see of her... she was damn near perfect. For a human. But then again, he had always had a taste for humans. They might not have been able to put up a fight the way a she-pup could... but damn were they a sight. A fight... then again, look at this one. He actually watched the glint of silver as she drew another blade. Dammit. He snarled low in his throat, just seeing that weapon there. "Most deals also don't involve one partner shooting the other. So here's the new deal. I own you now. You get any funny ideas... well, I'll go back and find your brother. I'll kill him. I'll eat him. Maybe not in that order." he took a step forward, throwing all the weight of his glare at her, trying to intimidate her... and perhaps secretly hoping this one had enough spine to not piss herself. "And then I'll find more of your family... And tear them apart. One by one. While you watch." (Navarro (#msg12717966)Location | Time | Date:Yellowstone National Park | Late Night | Mid March Tagging:LyonisMentioning:--Intense; a word that could describe this man in so many ways. The way his amber eyes bore into her, the deep baritone of his snarling voice, the way he stalked towards her regardless of her newly brandished weapon even made her feel uneasy - She who had spent her entire life hunting down and killing things like him. Yet here she was, prey and feeling exactly as such. She didn't like that peculiar glint that was beginning to heat up his gaze, nor the way his eyes roved over her like a hungry... wolf. There was a dark promise held there that made the muscles lower in her stomach clench with discontent and something else she could only recognize as the thrill of a challenge. Carefully the woman licked her lips as she studied their surroundings for an efficient escape, but as he lurked in closer she found it harder and harder to pay any mind anything other than the hulking behemoth that now had anxiety racing through her veins with the adrenaline she so sorely needed. "Stay back!" She hissed, swiping the blade at him in warning. Then he spoke, his glare intensifying and there seemed to be something almost electric in the air suddenly weighing down upon her. It had the woman gasping for air, her eyes widening as she attempted to take a step back but found her ass firmly planting against the very tree trunk she'd just been tossed at. The hairs along the back of her neck stood on end and her heart lurked into her throat, and yet despite the terror squeezing its way into her Chia's lips peeled back with a snarl of her own - baring her teeth defensively in a very familiar language to him. "You will do no such thing." She retorted and yet for as strong and commanding as she tried to sound, it somehow was lacking. "Not when I have your head on a platter." Why wasn't she attacking...? What was making her hesitate? What was this uneasy feeling that made her chest feel so tight? It was almost suffocating.((#msg12717948)Location | Time | Date:Yellowstone National Park | Late Night | Mid March Tagging:ZhiaMentioning:--She didn't piss herself. And she certainly had a spine. That primal aura around him was something that he certainly knew of, but it was largely out of his control, something he simply knew was there. It existed the way other creatures breathed air. But he knew that when he turned his attention on some mere mortal, it was enough to break many. This one still fought. It was clear she was shaken by it, but she didn't break. Strangely, he found that an intense turn on. And considering that he was a massive beast wearing nothing but a thick, dark fur coat... well, if the half-naked woman could bring her eyes away from anything other than his fangs or claws, she'd know what he thought of her. She lashed out at him both physically and verbally, that silver knife glinting, causing him to pause a few feet from her. It was desperate, just shy of pathetic, and offered a tell as she did. She even snarled at him, not unlike a wolf might. Even in the face of this dark, primal terror, she threatened him. He let a low growl escape his throat, more a rumble than anything else. "Then do something about it." He finally demanded. His muscles coiled. He lashed out, his eyes watching, waiting for that silver blade to come up and defend her. He managed a huge, clawed hand around her wrist before she could connect, twisting her arm, grabbing her and shoving her to the ground, face down in the dirt, ass up... the perfect way to tame a bitch.(Navarro (#msg12717966)Location | Time | Date:Yellowstone National Park | Late Night | Mid March Tagging:LyonisMentioning:--Strange. The overbearing weight of his aura made her feel trapped and frightened, but didn't nearly terrify her as much as the sight of his erection did. It was at the moment she caught they sight of its twitching mass that she felt her heart jump into her throat and panic finally grasp. The woman blanched, ashen as Aconite reclinable, and suddenly shrank back against the tree behind her with a sharp intake. Why on earth was he hard?! There was absolutely no reason for this monster to -- No. No way. It just couldn't be possible!!" I said stay back!" She snarled as he dared to step closer and in a fit of panic she made her move. Even while pent-up with such horrific thoughts of what might become of her next, Chia was surprisingly skillful with the blade - clumsier than she might have been with her head and straight, but the way she sliced through the air would have been deadly at best and extremely problematic for him at least... Had he not caught her wrist before she could make a connection? The woman nearly fell to her knees as her arm twisted within his grasp. They buckled, and she struggled to remain upon her own feet, but that didn't stop her from sending a second swing, a very powerful - albeit desperate - left hook that never quite impacted with his body. Instead, it seemed to do little more than help him turn her away from him and shove her to the ground. The fiery woman yelped as she found herself forced to her knees, but not just that... Her face found dirt, her bare breasts crushed to the damp earth and mound of dead leaves beneath her. Zhia exhaled sharply, a loud scream that seemed caught somewhere between terror and a roar of absolute rage. She clawed at the dirt beside her, desperately squirming about to try and dislodge him as her fingers searched for something more sturdy to swing back at him with. "GEOFF!" She grunted angrily as she turned her cheek to the ground and shot him a writhing glare from the corner of her eye.((#msg12717948)Location | Time | Date:Yellowstone National Park | Late Night | Mid March Tagging:ZhiaMentioning:--She lashed out at him, not once, but twice. The first time the blade was caught in his hand, but already he could feel the burn of silver too close to him. That actually made him surprised; silver wasn't nearly as common as iron, but he had seen her with both weapons when she hunted today. She was prepared. Smart. Skilled. And even her near miss stung as her left hook, clipped him without really doing any damage. In response, he drives her roughly into the dirt, face and tits down in the dirt, ass up, and then covered by his bulk. She shrieked, a scream that was both terror and rage, and it rippled through his body like a woman hearing a deep tenor. It was music to his ears. With a massive hand he clenched around her wrist, wrenching her arm behind her back and squeezing in an attempt to disarm her of that damned silver blade. The other hand went for her hair. He was glad she had long hair; he was rather fond of long hair. But at the same time, many hunters were smart enough to not leaving something to be grabbed. Like he did, just now, taking a rough handful and shoving her right back down into the dirt. "I told you, bitch. I own you now." He growled in her ear. Of course, he has to let go of her hair a minute later, mostly because he needed to grip other things. Namely, her pants, trying to wrench them down off her hips and ass. It was respect for her that he held one wrist, afraid of what she could do with her good hand... but that didn't mean he wasn't going to take what he had earned. (Navarro (#msg12717966)Location | Time | Date:Yellowstone National Park | Late Night | Mid March Tagging:LyonisMentioning:--The blade clambered from her fingertips, its sharp edge scraping along her back and leaving an angry red line before it slipped off to the side and clattered to the ground beside her. The woman hissed quietly beneath her breath at the stringing bite of her own weapon, her teeth gritting as the beast fisted his great clawed hand within her hair and forced her face right back into the dirt. Rage boiled up inside of her as she felt moist earth smear across her nose and forehead, an undeniably frustrated growl just skating on the edge of desperation rolling past her clenched teeth as she bucked and squirmed against her captor." Kill me you son of a bitch!" She snapped, ignoring the way she shivered as his hot breath slithered across her ear with such dark promise. "I will be owned by no one." And rest assured, she was firmly set in that ideal. To her there was no room for debate, it was simply a fact. He could do what he would, but she would never consider herself his property! The moment he gripped her pants the woman's knees urged against the floor, an attempt meant to push her further away from him as she forced herself prone upon the grass, but unfortunately it seemed to help him pull those jeans down her beautifully toned rear. Round, plump and yet taunt from tireless hunts - the woman's ass was a perfect upside down heart shaped beauty. Her thighs were just as shapely, and they bulged against the fabric of her pants as she spread her legs in a thoughtless attempt to keep him from being able to pull them lower. It was the sudden lick of cool air of her over her now exposed womanhood that alerted her to this mistake and with a sharp gasp she quickly clamped her legs shut." You disgust me! You're nothing but filth, all of you and your kind!" She roared, trying to turn her panic into fire fueled rage instead - and yet somehow there was a certain pitch to her voice that gave away the terror she was experiencing deep inside.((#msg12717948)Location | Time | Date:Yellowstone National Park | Late Night | Mid March Tagging:ZhiaMentioning:--She snarled, demanding that he kill her. He actually liked that; a true warrior would never submit. Death was always preferred. She didn't need to know that he agreed with her, however. No, unfortunately she was in need of serious humbling. "I had already promised not to kill you or that brat you were with. It was the foolish pup that broke the terms of our agreement. Now any mercy I had for you is forfeit. You and him. Be glad I left him breathing." He growled his response right back at her, full of spite and venom. As he tugged her pants down, she seemed to be slow on the uptake, realizing just what he had planned. Her legs spreading to stop him from stripping her meant that she was exposed to him, and when she slammed her knees closed again, they fell, pooling around her knees. He shifted, putting one massive knee between her calves, trying to force her legs spread again, one clawed hand forced to remain on her wrist to keep her from lashing out again. One-handed, the woman was hard to manhandle, and he was eager to not damage her... too much." I disgust you? You, the bitch that hunts my kind? You're nothing to cattle to us, don't you see that? Furthermore, you should leave the hunting to your betters. First you two stole my kill. Then you dared to add my pelt... And now you have the gall to say that I'm the animal? Where's your honor, little human?" Another growl. He finally gripped one of her thighs, parting her legs enough to work his knee between and keep her legs parted. With that done he pushed her forward again, keeping her prone. He liked her spirit and her need to fight... but he was boring quickly with her protests, and his hunger was winning out.(Navarro (#msg12717966)Location | Time | Date:Yellowstone National Park | Late Night | Mid March Tagging:LyonisMentioning:--She never much made a habit for wearing undergarments unless her cycle came around, otherwise underwear just seemed to get in the way. It was easier to go into battle commando style - you didn't have to worry about wedgies. However, at this moment she was really wishing she had that extra layer. No matter how minuscule it was. Now her pants, which had been one of those protective layers, where down around her knees and doing a good job of binding her up rather than helping her. The strong denim material wouldn't really allow her knees to spread to far apart, but wasn't taunt enough to stop him from driving his thigh between her legs. The woman bit down on her bottom lip harshly to muffle the cry that threatened to escape her as he managed to force those strong thighs of hers apart. His iron clad grip made easy work of her, even with her attempts at resistance, and as she felt something unnaturally large and muscular pry between her legs, her only free hand dug within the dirt above her head as she tried to find a hold to pull her forward upon. He bared that delicate cleft she fought so hard to hide, her hips twisting as she seemed to ground her breasts further across the grass." What are you doing?!" She knew what he was doing, she just didn't want to believe it... This just couldn't be happening. "Stop! STOP IT!" She gasped as he forced her right back into that prone position she'd fallen into not moments before and her eyes widened in panic. Desperately she tried to catch sight of him over her shoulder, tried to spy just what he was up to, her face all smudged with dirt and muck. What was he going to do to her?! Was he really serious?! The woman shuddered, her eyes welling up and glazing over as thoughts of pleading stirred in her mind. She had to bite her tongue firmly to keep them at bay, her pride refusing to let her become so pathetic. "Don't speak to me of honor while you try to rape me! I would have at least given you a proper burial!" She hissed venomously.((#msg12717948)Location | Time | Date:Yellowstone National Park | Late Night | Mid March Tagging:ZhiaMentioning:--"I find it hard to believe that a woman that looks like you do doesn't know what I'm doing." Was that the most twisted, back-handed compliment ever spoken? He wasn't just a monster after all; while she might not know it, Lyons had a 'human' side to him as well. He could appreciate the finer things, and that included a beautiful woman. It's why he often found humans more appealing than his own kind, in fact. She should be honored, to know that he was taking her the way one of his kind would appreciate it; conquered properly. Foolish human." If you want me to stop... make me. You can't. Because you're a weak little girl who's only as strong as her guns and her knives." He growled in her ear, even as he positioned himself against that bare cleft. She could feel him, hard, thick against her, radiating heat like, well, an animal might. He started to lean forward against her, holding her with one hand, guiding himself with the other, feeling her slowly opening around him. He could break her if he wanted... but that was no fun. Furthermore, he didn't like breaking his toys... all the time." I offer honor when someone deserves it. Maybe one day you'll learn how to earn it, and then I'll treat you with the respect you think you deserve. Until then... I'll keep you around for my fun." He gave her hair a rough tug again, arching her back and pulling her back out of the dirt... well, partially, at least, as he started to claim her like a good wolf should. (Just Noor. Location | Time | Date:Ass end of nowhere in Florida| Early Morning | Late May Tagging:No one. Closed. Mentioning:Noor's faithful bike. A rather battered looking Henderson model KJ. Noor walked slowly up the dirt track, the summer air was hot and humid, heavy and without a breath of a breeze to lift it. The dust puffed up with every step that he took, hanging in the air in his wake and clinging to his clothes and the sweat glistening on his dark skin. At least the vintage Ray-Ban aviators were doing a good job of keeping the sun out of his eyes. Noor wouldn't have described himself as hungover, but certainly the party the night before had been... lively and left his eyes and head rather sensitive this morning. That party was a hundred miles and an hours carpet ride behind him now, and he was trailing down this back road to nowhere because it was considerably lower key than flying in on a carpet. Again he would never have admitted to it, but Noor was enjoying the fresh air and the peace and quiet. However, the universe had other ideas about that. From behind him came the crunch of gravel followed by the lazy yowl of a police siren." Don't you move Boy? I got you covered. Git your hands up an' reach for Heaven." The voice coming from the microphone was both suspicious and hostile. Noor sighed, stopped and raised his hands." Good morning officer. As you can see I'm not moving, so I'd rather you didn't shoot me please."" Turn around Boy. Let me take a look at yew." Noor gritted his teeth, turned around slowly and smiled his brightest, friendliest smile at the overweight, scowling man who was sitting half out of his Cruiser point a large black revolver at our hero." What yew doin' out here Boy? I had reports of a stranger in town tryin' to get a ride out here. Ain't nothin' out here for an outsider like yew." The man spat on the floor. Noor kept smiling." Actually Sir I'm looking for my Uncle's old place. I've got the deeds here in my pocket." Noor half lowered a hand towards his leather jacket, but the revolver twitched as did the Sheriff's eye, so he thought better of it. He didn't have anything in his pocket, but the Sheriff didn't know that, and he could if he needed to." I was trying to get a ride out to look the place over, but no one would oblige me in town." The Sheriff scowled mightily and said nothing for a moment. It was evident that he had taken against Noor and was looking for an opportunity to make his life miserable." Yur Uncle? Ain't nobody lived out here for years." He said after a thought. "Yew lookin' to burglaries or torch these ol' places Boy?" There was a nasty glint returning to the Sheriff's eye. "Yew a thievin' firebug Boy?" He snapped." No, honestly Sir I'm just out here for my uncle. My dead uncle. He had no kids of his own. Wasn't a very well man. Sick. In the head. Been locked up for a long time in a hospital. Well he died and he left me his place. Please let me just show you the papers so we can straighten all this out. I've got them right here." He glanced down towards his coat again. The Sheriff frowned." Git over here Boy. On your knees. Open your coat. Show 'em to me!" He barked. Noor complied and held back his coat revealing a pocket stuffed with a couple of yellowing papers. The Sheriff heaved himself up and stumped over. He snatched the papers and still pointing his gun at Noor fumbled them open with his hand. He looked at Noor and back at the paper then he began to chuckle and then to laugh a deep wheezing laugh." I leave it all to the boy. All the rest of you is suns of bitches, and you don't get nu thin' from me. Signed James Masters. Dang but that was James alright." The Sheriff subsided slowly, shaking his head and wiping at his eyes." I knew your Uncle, Boy. Liked a drink and a song. Good man even if he warn't born white. I'm sorry to hear he passed away. Take them glasses off Boy an' let me get a look at yew." Noor, still kneeling in the clinging dust obliged." Dang, but you're the spit of him. I'm sorry that I gave yew a hard time. The world isn't a safe place anymore. I was just doin' my job." Noor smiled brightly." No apologies necessary Sir. I can see that you were just being thorough. Can I get up now please?"" Oh sure, sure. Here you have your papers back too." The Sheriff offered them up and Noor took them hastily." I haven't seen your Uncle in about twenty years. Always wondered what happened to him." Noor brushed the dust from his knees and straightened up." Bad business Sir. He got a fever and never came back to himself. Very sad." Noor lied. He hadn't recognized the Sheriff either, but the man had put on a lot of weight in twenty years, and you couldn't remember everyone that you ended up drinking and singing with." Can I give you a ride?" The Sheriff offered waving towards his Cruiser."Oh, no, thank you, Sir. I appreciate it, but I don't want to keep you away from your duties."" Nonsense. It would be my pleasure Boy. Yew jump in the front and ride along with me." Noor bunched his fists, but smiled." Well thank you, Sir. You're too kind." The house was a good twenty bouncy, bumpy minutes further down the road and the Sheriff drove way, way too fast. Noor's head was pounding by the time they stopped outside the half overgrown and thoroughly abandoned house." This is the place Boy. Yew have yourself a good day y'hear?" The Sheriff made no attempt to get out of his Cruiser, but did offer a fat hand to shake."Thank you, Sir. I'll maybe see you back in town at Bill's." Noor made to get out of the car, but the Sheriff grabbed at him and slapped him back into his seat." How'd yew know I drink at Bill's?" He barked." Only bar in town worth drinking in that's what Uncle James used to say. I just guessed that a man of refined tastes such as yourself... "The Sheriff smiled and chuckled."Heh, heh. We set a hog on fire one time. Let it run through the place squealin'. Good times." He chuckled and took his hand away. "Yew have a good day Sun. Come have a drink to remember your Uncle did me."" Yes Sir. I'll be sure to do that." Noor lied. He made his escape from the car as quickly as he could whilst still being polite. He'd forgotten about the pig. It had made sense at the time, but that was the trouble with moonshine; lots of things made sense after too much of it. He ducked down the side of the house and disappeared out of sight, hiding until he heard the Cruiser turn around slowly and go bouncing off down the road. He sighed with relief and headed for the garage. There was nothing in the house that he wanted. Old dusty out of fashion clothes weren't going to do him much good. His first stop was a coffee can balance on a shelf. Curled up inside was a couple of thousand dollars in used notes. They went in his pocket. Money was always useful and cash was still all but impossible to trace. The only other thing of interest was tucked away at the back, hidden under layers of tarpaulins, old paint cans, wreck garden furniture and layers of dust. Noor stripped his jacket off and hung it on the door. It took him a good half an hour to strip away all the clutter that he had piled up to hide the bike and even when it was uncovered it didn't look like much. The chrome was dull and faded, the tires soft and cracked and there was no name visible on the dusty fuel tank. Noor unscrewed the fuel cap and sniffed carefully. He had been known to forget to strip down his bikes when he left them hidden in out of the way corners of the world, especially if he was hungover, but this time it seemed he had remembered. The tank was empty and there was oil and tools under the work bench against the wall. It didn't take him long to change the oil and pump the tires back up. Adjusting the brakes took a bit longer, but at last he freed them up and got them tight. The only thing missing was gas. Noor stuffed his fingers into the empty tank and closed his eyes. Gasoline had taken him a long time to get right, and he had to concentrate. A couple of minutes later the tank was beaded with perspiration from the ice-cold petrol filling it and Noor was wiping his fingers carefully on his jeans. Hauling the heavy bike outside took another couple of minutes and Noor was about to swing himself astride when he remembered his jacket and went back to retrieve it. Jacket back on his swung his leg over the bike and settled on the low, spring leather seat." Come on baby. First time, every time for daddy." He lifted his foot and kicked the starter. The online four coughed, spluttered and spat through its exhaust as he held the throttle open. At first only three cylinders caught and it was rough. Then the fourth remembered its job and joined it. Noor grinned and revved away, his eyes clouding over, remembering the days he had ridden this bike everywhere. He lifted his foot, slipped the gear in and went roaring away down the dirt road leaving a plume of dust in his wake. He raised himself up on the pedals and leaned forward as the ancient Henderson bounced and hopped over the ruts in the road. His headache well and truly blown away Noor whooped with joy and set his course for St Augustine. There was going to be a party. Noor liked parties. (Lang (#msg12744579)Location | Time | Date:On the Caribbean Sea | Night | Early 1716Tagging:--Mentioning:--The salty spray of the sea licked at his face and soaked into his clothing. Over the years, he had become less wary of its waters, but that scent and taste of salt always put him on edge. Looking out at his vast aggressor, he would be met only with a roiling blackness, lit somewhat by the endless stars and pale half moon hanging in the sky above. In a strange way, it was at the same time serene and terrifying. As was the very essence of nature, he supposed. "We are all of us passengers on her marvelous and indifferent vessel." A smirk crept across the See lie's face as he murmured this line to no one in particular." Shut your fuckin' gob and get on with it, Spaniard!" A gruff and particularly venomous voice spat from behind him, cheered on by many more. An ear-splitting cacophony of fury and excitation. He let out a deep and dramatic sigh, and as he turned about-face on the plank he so graciously adorned, he would be met with a cutlass pointed at his face. Looking past that, and the man who wielded it, he would see a group of rowdy men with flintlock pistols and a lust for blood in their eyes. It was a frightening sight, and an exhilarating one. Would he meet his end here, some three hundred and forty-eight years in, drowned at sea by a crew of pirates? Of course not. In fact, in time, he would come to pull the strings of this hearty bunch. He would grace them with words of guidance, and scintillating speeches that would rally for courage in the face of adversity. He would be equally kind and ruthless; supportive and duplicitous. Furthermore, he would become known as the Demon of the Sea to his enemies, and eventually to all the world. That would be some years off, however. Raising his rope-bound hands in a placating gesture, Richard-- or Miguel, rather, at this point in time-- spoke. "Tranquilizers, gentleman. I am here where you want me, but again, I was never anything more than a simple smuggler. Ask the 'slaves' you've 'liberated' from my ship. I may hail from España, but I am a citizen of the world!" The deck quieted down a bit. His window of opportunity was open, and it would not remain that way for long. "We all seem to have similar interests here! Freedom! Riches! Maybe some drink and a'fine lass'or two here and there!" They seemed agreeable to his words. A good number of them even laughed. At the very least, he was not yet being impaled by swords or shoved into the dark waters. "I believe that you are an honorable lot! More so than those who toss aside their loyal seamen at a moment's notice; who subject the ones who remain to unsafe conditions at sea out of greed; who gladly peddle other humans to be used as property." His expression had twisted into a grimace during this spiel, and his eyes were alight with a fiery passion. He had earned their undivided attention. He could feel their eyes and ears on him, waiting to drink in more of what he had to offer. It was then that he grinned; a dazzling and captivating sight, he had no doubt. "You have all of my cargo, but if you were to cast me out to die now, you would be sorely missing out on the most valuable of treasures. Me." ((#msg12717948)Location | Time | Date:The European Countryside | Late Night | Summer, 1865Tagging:ElaenoreMentioning:--He had been planning this night for... well, it seemed like it had been for a while. Maybe that was just how it was with Eleanor; the woman had a way of every moment seemingly lasting forever. In a good way, not like it was dragging on for too long. And now... well... She had been waiting for him at her manor. The carriage was a simple one, a two-person buggy instead of the large, ornate carriages that she was used to. Lyons always liked the fresh air. He would have just brought horses, but the buggy was a compromise, knowing her preferences. Then came the short ride into the woods. He had told her that he had special plans tonight, though his attire was anything but special; like usual, Lyons was never one to dress up. A long, heavy pea coat over basic breeches, boots and shirt; he could have fit in anywhere from a dockworker to a merchant. Nowhere near suitable for a woman like Eleanor. The buggy finally came to a stop on the side of the road in the woods. There was a faint walking path that could be made out. Definitely not some fancy restaurant of a party. Or anything even close to that. What did she expect from the wolf, after all? (Lang (#msg12744579)Location | Time | Date:On the Caribbean Sea | Night | Early 1716Tagging:--Mentioning:--"Ugh, I'm tired of his voice! Toss 'I'm!" The captain's voice shouted out, which earned a fair amount more praise than his Richard's speech had. "Cone..." He muttered as the pirate before him gladly began jabbing his sword at him. As he backed up, he considered his chances of survival if he tried flying. The men had guns, but there was a chance of them missing, right? Whatever he did, he'd be taking a risk. He decided to pull a classic trick out of his sleeve. "Whoa! Friends, I don't think you quite realize what you've got here!" He bared a confident grin, despite his current position near the end of the plank of wood. "I am a skilled fighter. Send your best at me! I can guarantee I'll lay him down!" A pause overtook the ship. The silence was thick with anticipation. All aboard looked to the captain. He was a heavily bearded Caucasian man who appeared to be in his early forties. In spite of the few scars prevalent on his ever stony face, he was quite the handsome chestnut haired rogue. "Are you sure about that, Spaniard? I assure you drowning at sea would be a kinder fate." Minutes later, Richard stood, cutlass in hand, as he faced off against a towering giant of a man. The man scowled down at him. There seemed to be a violence in his eyes, and a glee. Richard was not afraid of this, but he was certainly a tad less certain of his triumph. "To the death, then?" He asked the captain, eyes remaining on his opponent. "What? No! Well, James here is free to kill you, but don't you dare think of ending his life. Understood?" Richard scoffed, eyes still glued to James the Giant. "Very well." A flurry of slashes came down at him. They were powerful. He could tell by the sound of blade cutting through air overpowering the surrounding shouts. But powerful as the strikes were, they were far from skillful. He dodged them with relative ease, even on the slippery ship deck. A sidestep here, a duck there, a showy pirouette. His footwork had not always been so excellent, but he'd had plenty of time to grow experienced. "Are you just going to flit around like a little fairy, or are you gonna fight!?" James yelled. So furious was he that spittle flew from his big dumb lips. Richard only grinned and winked in response."ARGH!" The man rushed forward, slashing even more wildly and furiously now. Richard dodged initially, but found himself unable to rely on his reflexes. It was a difficult balance, trying to appear to be of believable strength during a deadly fight. He settled on parrying the incoming blows. The sounds of heavy boots stomping against the deck and metal grinding against metal filled the air, always accompanied by screams of excitement. It was at this point in their skirmish that the slickness of the floor beneath him finally caused him trouble. It took only one small, brief moment of unsteadiness. A blinding pain tore through him as the blade did, slicing across his chest. In his rush to regain stability, he took another, more shallow cut along his arm. He blocked the next strike, refusing to allow the man's blade to taste his flesh yet again. The clamoring ceased at the moment Richard's blade clashed forcefully with James's, and it became clear that James would find no give in the resistance. The towering mass of muscle put ever more force into his next strikes, only to find them similarly deflected." Bloody hell!"" He's like a goddamn wall!"" The fuck is goin' on 'ere?" The calls went ignored by Richard. Instead, he focused on the fact that James seemed to have tired himself out finally. The stern focus that had overtaken his expression faded once again into a lazy smirk. This would be over soon. Richard began his assault then, aiming his blade to meet his opponent's. But for every few clanging strikes on that testosterone fueled vessel, his blade cut into the pirate's flesh in silent but painful taunts. To finish his attack, he swung his sword in a horizontal motion, where it collided with James's only briefly before knocking it out of the man's hand. He heard shouts of panic as it soared toward a group of pirates, but the sound of it skidding against the floor told him no one had been hurt. His own breaths were heavy, and his left arm sore, as he lifted it to point his blade to James's throat. As he saw the fear in the man's eyes, a sadistic grin etched into his face. He could hardly hide his excitement. Fights like this were a rush. And he so very much wanted to finish it. "Of!" He felt a blade press against the nape of his neck. Richard let out a light sigh, but recovered quickly enough to slap a playful and placating smile across his lips. "Do not worry, Capital. He is in no danger." As he was then beckoned to do, he handed the sword in his hand off to a man nearby. Upon turning back to James, he outstretched his hand. "That was a fun fight." The man stared at him with clear suspicion and dislike in his eyes. "Come now, James," The captain spoke up, "It would be rude not to shake your new shipmate's hand." Richard's smile grew wider, now even more dazzling than the earring that hung from his ear-- which they strangely did not take from him. Perhaps they didn't properly appreciate fine jewelry? James grunted and finally reached forward to grip his hand in his. He clenched rather hard, perhaps as a petty slight, but perhaps as a test of Richard's true strength. The See lie simply cocked a brow and said, "That's a little tight there, friend." He let go soon after, but did not seem any more friendly." I'm Captain Henry Stern. A pleasure, mate." With an impressively charming grin, the captain slapped a hand on Richard's shoulder. "Welcome aboard. Now let's take care of all those cuts you silly bastards gave each other." Richard chuckled in response, though it was cut short as the stinging pain in his chest was brought back to his attention. This pain did not succeed in ruining his cheery mood, however. "Excellent!" (Cornea (#msg12717954)Location | Time | Date:The European Countryside | Late night | Summer, 1865Tagging:LyonisMentioning:Closed simple note was all that Eleanor had received before the evening as an invitation for a night out with her lover, Lyons. She had lost count of how long they had been together, but it had to have been measured in years at this point. They had traveled Europe and Asia together and had even talked of going across the sea to the New World. It was usually her dragging him off to this ball or that gala, but tonight it was him taking her out. And she hadn't the slightest idea of where. When he had told her that they'd be taking horses, she staunchly refused and demanded a carriage; after all, she wasn't going to have someone to help her undress from her riding clothes into her proper gown no matter where they were going. She had one of her ladies help her into a cream and sea foam green gown, complete with green and gold feathers in her velvet cap, and a matching set of pearls around her throat. She may be overdressed for wherever he was planning to take her but at least she'd be the center of attention. Upon stepping foot outside her manor, she noticed that the carriage didn't even have a driver." You're going to drive us? Come now, let me get someone to do it so you don't have to." She turned to go back into the house, and he moved quicker than she could blink to stop her, turning her back towards the carriage." No, no one else tonight. Just us." He helped her up into the carriage, making sure that her gown was tucked in alongside her, and climbed in, snapping the reins across the horse's flanks." Where are you taking us?" She asked for the umpteenth time." Just enjoy the ride. You'll see." She crossed her arms and fake-pouted. She did enjoy the open air, especially as the night was particularly beautiful. As they approached the woods, he pulled the horses to a stop and jumped out of the carriage, holding his hand out to her to help her out as well." Wait, this is it? Where are we? Lyons, you tell me right this instant what we're doing! Had I known that we were going to trouncing through the woods I would have dressed differently!" ((#msg12717948)Location | Time | Date:The European Countryside | Late Night | Summer, 1865Tagging:ElaenoreMentioning:Closed The wolf stood there, looking as civilized as he dared, but there was an exasperation across his face as Lady Tourney protested about dressing differently. "Ellie... I did say to wear something more suited to riding, didn't I?" She hated when he called her that. "It would have been far more appropriate." He took a few steps forward. "If you'd like, I can carry you; we both know that I can, after all." There was a slight smirk to his words; he was one of the few people who really was stronger than the 'vampire', especially when she hadn't fed in a while. He assumed she hadn't, as often she enjoyed his... potency in that regard." Come now. You know that I don't mind the outfit. Strip, if that would make you more comfortable." That smirk again. He did so enjoy toying with the 'proper lady'... proper was something the wolf had never learned, no matter how many times Eleanor had tried to 'tame' him. "I promise, when he gets there... it will be plenty comfortable. Eventually she stepped down, too much protest. Never would she let him carry her, though she couldn't quite stop him if he felt like carrying her over his shoulder like a stack of potatoes. The path led through the woods, moonlight shining down, until finally they arrived a clearing in the trees, where Lyons had set up a blanket, flowers, and a basket of food. A little picnic for the two of them. "See? Civilization. Sort of." (Cornea (#msg12717954)Location | Time | Date:The European Countryside | Late night | Summer, 1865Tagging:LyonisMentioning:Closed She glared and pursed her lips, gripping her skirts in her fists. She hated it when he called her that, and he was the only one that she permitted to. If anyone else so much as tried, they'd be lucky if they were able to even speak again." You said riding. I can wear this to ride in. Walking through the woods is completely different from riding, my dear. And no, I do not need you to carry me; I can walk on my own perfectly fine, thank you." She wasn't going to give in and give him that satisfaction. "Lyons, you hold your tongue! I am a lady of high standing, a proper lady. I would not be caught undressed in these woods." She took his hand and stepped down. She would just lift her skirt so that they wouldn't drag across the ground too much. At least there was a path to follow. She followed him for some distance, perhaps half a mile or so before she saw a clearing ahead. Within the center of the clearing lay a large blanket, flowers, and a basket, presumably filled with food. She grabbed his hand and pulled him toward her, standing on her tip-toes to kiss him. Once she pulled back, she looked up at him, smiling." This is amazing. You can see the moon and the stars perfectly out here. The tree canopy isn't even that thick here either. And it's so quiet!" Which was saying something for a creature such as herself had superhuman hearing and even most conventionally quiet places were not quiet enough for her. "Whatever is the occasion for this?" ((#msg12717948)Location | Time | Date:The European Countryside | Late Night | Summer, 1865Tagging:ElaenoreMentioning:Closed She stood up on her toes to kiss him, soft and chaste. To him, the wilderness like this, even this tame bit of countryside, this was privacy. This was where he belonged. But to her... they were in public, and she wouldn't let her inhibitions down, even for a moment. Not on the off chance... The wolf started to wonder if this whole idea was a mistake. But then she started talking about how beautiful it was out here. No. This wasn't a mistake. She could appreciate nature. And him. Right? "Sometimes I think it's too quiet. Nature should have animals. Birds. Creatures. It's what separates it from one of those parks. But here... yes. It's quiet. A good place to be alone. To distract myself, to think. To come to decisions." It was clear he had done just that, but didn't answer her question about what the occasion was. Instead, he reached for her hand, and slowly walked her to the center of the clearing, to the blanket and the picnic. Sitting on the ground in such a dress would probably be a challenge, and he helped her do so, before come down on his haunches, and starting to lay out what was in the basket. There were quite a few meats; the wolf needed to eat quite a lot each day, and protein and fatty meat was always good for that. There were also berries and cream, some bread and cheese... the more 'delicate' treats that Ellie liked.

[Black Dawn] Legends|rating:2.0

May We Meet Again (randomname98766789 and Orion)

Two Ark Guards entered the isolated prison room of Callen Rodgers. The young man assumed it was time for him to be floated. How did such a well-mannered young man end up in the Sky Box? In essence, it was love. Callen’s mother got pregnant around the same time as her close friend, Abby Griffin. It was only natural that their two children were close. Play dates at a young age, time spent at the other’s quarters when parents were working – they were together often. As the pair grew older, it bloomed into something deeper than a friendship. Callen’s only experience with girls, romantic or sexual, happened with Clarke. They had been dating ever since they were around the age of twelve. They were simply cuddling on the couch of her quarters, watching an old film when the guards busted into the door. Furthermore, they arrested Clarke for her knowledge about the Ark losing oxygen. Well, nobody was going to dare put their hands on Clarke without Callen saying something. Now, Callen was not exactly overly masculine or strong, but there was no telling what a man could do when the woman he loved was in jeopardy. As hard as he fought, he was no match for multiple trained, armed guards. They were both eventually arrested. It was revealed that it was Abby’s doing, that she informed the Council about what her husband knew and what Clarke knew. She just did not expect Callen to know or to react like this. It had been over a year now. Callen had lost track of time in isolation. It was driving him nuts. After a wristband was slapped onto his wrist, he found himself shoved into a drop-ship headed for Earth because they are expendable but that if they are co-operable, their crimes will be forgiven, per a message from the Chancellor. There was too much going on for Callen to take in, especially when they seemed to land safely, minus the two delinquents that were dumb enough to attempt and follow Finn’s lead. Callen was in the middle of the pack when everyone stood up, filing out towards the door. Callen was not that tall, only around 5’9”, so it was tough for him to see over much of anything. His hazel eyes continued to scan the drop-ship, though, hoping to find a certain familiar face that would make things on the ground so much easier. After over a year in solitary, Clarke Griffin had sworn that her flotation had come early when her cell door opened, and she was grabbed at. She hadn't gone easily, and the guards had to use force to get her to move - and even then, she had been so volatile that she needed sedation. She sure wasn't acting the same way when she hit the ground. While she wasn't surprised in the least to find out that the Ark had finally hit a critically low level of oxygen, sending kids to the ground seemed irrational. However, even as they plummeted through the sky there was one consuming thought in the blonde's head: if they had sent all the prisoners to the ground, that meant that Callen had been sent as well. She has considered him rash for acting as he did on the fateful day when they were parted, but now it seemed almost like a blessing. Her blue eyes scanned the sea of bodies as everyone started to file out of the drop-ship. Since she hadn't seen the face she wanted while still secured, Clarke figured that he had simply been placed elsewhere. Eventually she caught sight of him - and even from behind she knew that it was him. She weaved her way through the crowd until she could come up behind him, and then she squeezed her beloved tight. "Callen!" she cried out, ecstatic. "I don't think I've ever been this happy to see you!" A voice from behind Callen called his name. Seconds later, a familiar pair of arms were wrapped around his midsection. “Clarke?” He spoke her name, as if he tried to figure out whether he was hallucinating. Placing his hand on top of her hands that were wrapped around his waist, Callers simply stopped, standing still until the other delinquents walked by. Turning around, finally, Callen had possibly the widest smile on his face, that he ever sported. “It’s really you.” He breathed out, a happy sound leaving his lips. Now, nobody ever accused Callen of being sensitive. More often than not, Callen was even, calm in his emotional state. Right now? He felt like crying tears of joy because he was reunited with the love of his life. He spent the past year believing that he would never see her again, that they were both going to die within the next month or two. Tightly, Callen pulled the blonde into his embrace, hugging her as tight as he could. “Clarke.” He spoke her name again, just trying to make himself understand that this was real. His eyes squeezed tight, one hand slowly tangling in her hair, the other resting in the center of her back. They were still the only two left on the drop-ship as the others already stepped out onto the ground. Despite that, Callen did prefer the privacy they were afforded right now. They could explore the world later, but for now, they had each other again, it felt completely surreal. "It's really me," the blonde assured. She was so overwhelmed with emotion that tears welled in her eyes. Even as everyone had left the ship behind, she was happy here. After over a year apart, Clarke had not felt very confident that a moment like this would happen. She hadwantedit of course, but they were both criminals, and she knew secrets that had deadly consequences - she would have been a goner on her birthday." Oh, Callen. I'm so happy to see you, there aren't even words for it." The blonde squeezed her boyfriend's body and leaned in close. After stealing a kiss, her head rested against his chest/shoulder area. For a moment, she simply wanted to breathe him in. "I missed you so much. I love you so much. I'm so glad to be here with you." “I love you, too.” Callen responded immediately, his lips still tingling. Going so long without kissing his girlfriend was torturous. Now that they were reunited, Callen never wanted to stop. Logically, there was nothing he could have done when Clarke was arrested to save her. Even if he did somehow fight off the guards, did he just expect to run for the rest of their lives? Where would they run? At the time, logic went out the door. If anyone dared to lay a hand on Clarke, they would likely need to kill him before doing any damage to her. It was just the way Callen believed – he would die for Clarke, if needed. He almost did, when the situation was conceptualized. He would have been floated, too, if not for this. Pulling away from the hug, only slightly, Callen allowed his forehead to rest against Clarke’s. “I never thought I’d get to kiss you again. I thought I’d seen you for the last time.” The world around them could wait a little longer. Clarke wanted - no, needed - a second kiss. Now that they were reunited, that was only the start. Like Callen, she had believed that they would never see each other again. After all he had attacked a guard and Clarke held one of the Ark's dirty little secrets. Her father had died over what he knew, and had a month more passed she would have as well. Even two wasn't enough. Clarke wanted to kiss her boyfriend like it was their last day alive - the irony being that it possibly was. They may not have died immediately, but that did not mean that the ground was habitable. That was something that they would find out in the coming days and weeks. He rested his forehead against her own and Clarke used that as an excuse to angle her face up towards him to secure another kiss. "I thought so, too. This is so much better, though. Even if the ground will kill us... At least I'll have gotten to lay my eyes on you again, and spend a last night with you. Let's hope that's not the case though yeah?" Her voice cracked as she spoke, and a tear streamed down her cheek - happy tears. Ecstatictears. Callen caught sight of the tear sliding down from Clarke’s eye. To combat it, Callen pressed his lips against her cheek, kissing the tear away. “I have a feeling we’ll have more than a day left. I wasn’t optimistic about this mission, until now. I believe we can still make a life together on the ground. Furthermore, I know we can.” Smiling at the blonde, Callen latched onto her for one more passionate kiss. It felt so surreal. He spent each daydreaming about the moment he could touch her again. It was much better than anything he ever imagined. Sighing in pure bliss, Callen reached to grab each of his girlfriend’s hands, giving them a firm squeeze. “Maybe we should check out the ground now, yeah?” Before moving, though, he could not resist kissing her one more time. He could not get enough. Finally, after forcing himself to stop, their fingers were now laced together as they started walking forward. Upon reaching the ladder, Callen climbed down first, finding that not touching her for five seconds to descend a ladder was asking too much, so he immediately grabbed her hand again once she was back onto the floor. “Let’s go.” He whispered, now approaching the ramp with Clarke by his side. Callen had to be the sweetest person that Clarke had ever met. Never did a moment pass where she didn't feel his love, and that was something that she adored about him. Almost all of her time locked up had been spent thinking about him and whether she would ever get the chance to touch him again. It had seemed impossible given their crimes, but here they were. He wasn't the only one who had a time letting go long enough for them to get the ladder, because now Clarke never wanted to leave his side. She was normally a rather touchy person, at least with him, so that on its own was no surprise. That desire of hers seemed to be amplified now that they had reunited." Together?" She asked as she held on to her boyfriend's hand. She gave it a squeeze as she looked over at him. Furthermore, she hoped that they could take their first steps on to the ground at each other's side, together. It only felt right to her, and she hoped it would for him as well. “Together.” Callen confirmed Clarke’s desire, as it was his own desire, too. In unison, the couple’s first steps on Earth was taken together. A shaky breath escaped his lips while his eyes scanned the surroundings. Wow. It looked magical. He remembered when Clarke would draw for him – she would lay her head in his lap and draw something of them standing together on Earth. It was no longer just a drawing – it was real. The air smelled clean. Everything felt fresh. This was fantastic. Looking to Clarke with a big smile on his face, Callen could not help pulling her into another hug.“This place… is unlike anything I could have imagined.” Callen admitted to the blonde, a laugh leaving his lips. He barely believed this was happening, holding tight onto Clarke like he would lose her if he let go. Callen kept his eyes open, just taking in the surroundings. “I never thought we’d see this place.” It was still so much to take in at once, but Callen knew it was a good thing. They were sharing it together. They would make this their new home together. There was a future for them here. Nothing compared to the visceral thrill that shot through Clarke's system as her feet hit the ground for the first time. It was just as beautiful as she had imagined, and drawn so many times. It was no secret that she had often wondered what it would be like to step foot on to the Earth, though until this day she had never thought it would actually happen. The planet was supposed to be uninhabitable during her lifetime, so she had accepted the fact that her fate wouldn't involve fresh air in her lungs, magnificent tall trees and the bumpy unevenness of the ground beneath her that no book could have prepared her for." Me too," she admitted as they started to step away. Already she could tell that it was everything she had dreamed of and more. Like Callen, she was sure that they would be able to make a home out of this place together. She didn't wander from his side and instead kept close to him. While they held hands, there was still no more than few inches between their shoulders. "It's amazing, though. I don't think I've ever really felt this... alive." The earth on its own wasn't having that affect on her - but to be surrounded by fresh air as well as the love of her life, Clarke felt content for the first time since her arrest. Their peers wandered aimlessly. Everyone was full of excitement and jubilation. It was important they find the entrance to the Mount Weather bunker. However, Callen truly only wanted to focus on Clarke right now. He did not want to even think about responsibility or handling business. All he wanted to do was stay with Clarke. “How about we put some distance between ourselves and the drop-ship. We won’t wander far, but I’d rather have you to myself, instead of being around 90 other people.” It was probably not a great idea to move far from their campsite, so they would not. They could just explore the woods, mark their path, and spend time with each other. Their fingers linked together, moving towards the woods. There was something that resembled a walking path through the woods, making it easy to mark their way. Soon enough, Callen just felt drawn to a certain spot. There was a huge tree, overlooking a small pond of water. It was not that far across, they could see the bottom, but it was the first open water they had ever seen.“Maybe we could just sit down here for a bit.” Callen murmured, now leaning against the tree, slowly sliding down, pulling Clarke down, too. She could sit however she liked, but Callen hoped she would sit on his lap, just as he pulled her to. “This place is beautiful.” The male commented, looking at their surroundings – the trees, the water, the grass. Clarke was more than happy to spend some time alone with her boyfriend, especially after so long apart. Callen was the epitome of perfect to her, and he also seemed to be a mind reader. She didn't want to wander far in case something went wrong, but she did want a chance to be alone with him. The blonde kept close to his side during their entire adventure. It even seemed like they were being subconsciously lured to the same spot. The area in which they settled down was absolutely stunning. Maybe it wasn't rushing waterfalls and the deep blue sea, but it was the closest thing that either teenager had ever experienced as well as their first sighting of open water that didn't involve a book. Clarke was visibly wowed by it all. Her bright blue eyes were wide and she looked alive." This place really is amazing," she said before letting out a soft sigh. Clarke was happy to rest in Callen's lap, and she leaned back against his body. Before he could even get a hold on her, she had grabbed his hands and wrapped them around her own waist. "I'm so glad that I'm getting to experience this with you, Callen. I couldn't ask for any better than what we already have right here." Despite withstanding a nuclear apocalypse, the water looked crisp, clean. The Earth looked lively with tall trees, thick grass. Callen noticed the absence of animals, but other than that, Earth did not look much different from before. Listening to Clarke made him smile, as did holding her in his arms.“We can start over, here. We’ll have a new life together. Freedom. The ground. I just feel so happy right now. I was terrified that you would not have been on this ship with me. Furthermore, I don’t know what I would have done without you. Just be prepared for me to never let you out of my arms again. I did that once, and they took you away from me. It won’t happen again.” As stupid as it sounded, Callen somehow felt guilty about Clarke’s arrest. It was not his fault, but he felt like a failure when he was unable to fight the guards off as they dragged the love his life away. He was supposed to protect her at all costs – he tried to, but it was just too much. Now, they were on the ground. In the end, everything ended up being alright. Yeah, being in solitary for a year wasn’t fun, but it led them to this moment, which was much better compared to the alternative of being floated.“You’re so beautiful. I swear, you just get prettier each day. Thinking about you was the only way I didn’t go crazy this last year. It was tough to have faith that we’d find each other again one day, but I always believed it was possible. Now, here we are. I won’t ever let anything separate us again.” Callen may have considered her arrest a personal thing, but Clarke did not. He had not failed to do right by her - there was nothing that hecoulddo for her back then. Had he voiced that he felt like that she would have hushed him? As much as she appreciated his care she did not need his protection, and he would be harder on himself for perceive slights than she would be. Some men were just like that, she supposed (though Callen was her best friend and then her first and only boyfriend so it wasn't like she had people to compare his nature to." I don't want to be without you either." Clarke settled between his thighs - though she was already sitting she leaned in to him a little more. After she had wrapped his arms around her, she rested her hands one on top of the other over his forearm. "I don't want to leave your side either, so you're not going to get any fight from me there. We've already spent too long apart, babe. Even one more day would be criminal now that I have you back." The entire day was spent by trading touches, kisses, fond memories, and hope for the future. In essence – it was a perfect day. Callen felt whole again. The night quickly crept up over the drop-ship – their first night on the ground. Callen had long fantasized about spending a romantic night with Clarke in an open field, gazing at the stars and the moon. He imagined the view from Earth was magnificent. So, when nighttime came, Callen was eagerly pulling Clarke behind him. They did pass a field earlier in the day, so he made sure to remember where it was located. They were in for a (good) surprise. The field was not empty, but it was full of butterflies. They were bioluminescent, lighting up the night sky. It was utterly breathtaking. Wow. Just, wow. “Oh, God… this is so beautiful.” Callen commented, walking with Clarke beside him, pulling her to look at the sight. Butterflies were fluttering all around them, making it such a romantic scene. The moon was full. There wasn’t a cloud in the sky. “We need to just take a second and… admire this. Wow… I’ve never seen anything quite like this.” It was not even like they read about, either. It was so much better. Clarke had a feeling that their first night on the ground would be memorable, and as they reached that field she knew she had been right. There was a beauty to the bugs whose bright blue wings illuminated the otherwise pitch dark sky. Clarke couldn't contain her amazement and wonder as she stood at Callen's side, and she looked to him with her blue eyes wide and wonder on her lips. There was a reason that they hadn't heard about these in the books back on the Ark, it was a side effect of years of irradiation, but that was just a thought in the back of her mind." Hey, you're right. I'm so glad we decided to come here." Clarke let herself be pulled towards him, and even rested her head back against his shoulder. The Earth was beautiful in a way that the books couldn't even start to describe. What was even more beautiful was being here now that Callen was once again at her side. Clarke couldn't ask for anything more. The couple spent another ten minutes at the butterfly field, kissing each other. Eventually, Callen decided that they should head back. “It’s late. We probably have to actually do some type of work tomorrow. I guess we should set up our tent now.” He pulled away, but not before stealing one final kiss. Walking with Clarke, fingers laced together, Callen pulled her towards camp. They set up their tent on the outskirts of the camp – not too far away from everyone, but not in the center either. After the few minutes were spent getting the tent together, Callen crawled in first with Clarke, plopping down onto the blankets that would serve as a mattress. Callen could not help but think about the direction the night might take. It had been so long since they were without each other. He wanted to make love with Clarke again, to spend the entire night inside of her, kissing her, seeing every inch of her skin. He hoped she wanted the same thing, but he decided to gauge her actions once she crawled inside the tent as well. When it was all zipped up, and they were alone, he placed a hand gently onto her arm, pulling her towards him so they could continue kissing. Ten minutes wasn't enough to Clarke, but she too knew that they had to return at some point. Ideally they would have their tent up and running quick. Callen wasn't the only person here who was thinking about sex tonight. It was no surprise that after a year apart, both of the young couple wanted to engage in a night of fiery passion together. If he had thought for even a second that she wouldn't be on the same page, his memory must have slipped a little since they became imprisoned on the Ark. With the tent up and ready, they finally had privacy. Clarke shrugged her jacket and her shoes off, though at least for the start of the night everything else was on. She was more than happy to oblige when her boyfriend reached for her arm and pulled her on. As their bodies met, chest to chest, Clarke took Callen by the waist and took that kiss with enthusiasm and fire. "I missed this so much," she whispered. Nothing in the world had ever felt as good to her as... well, anything that this boy did. They could simply be holding hands, and he would make her feel on top of the world. "I missedyouso much." Clarke’s passion and fire in the kiss were matched by Callen. His body hovered over the girl, every inch of touching. Callen was already breathing heavily, both hands slowly sliding down Clarke’s back, resting on her ass. He missed Clarke for many reasons: it would have been a lie to say that her body was not one of those reasons. His hands started to grope, squeeze the flesh through her jeans, knowing that they were both probably eager to be intimate. Even before their arrests, the couple were quite active in the bedroom. There was only so much they could do, considering they hardly had privacy, but they managed. Now? There were no restrictions. Callen did not intend on holding back – he intended to experiment with Clarke like never before. Not jumping right into it, he wanted to work her up. There was a smirk on his lips while his hands fondled Clarke’s rear, digging his fingers into her ass, kneading the flesh, giving it small slaps before groping her again. Callen’s hands were not staying to himself tonight – or any night, for that matter. The kiss continued, but Callen dipped his head down lower, focusing on the blonde’s neck. He had not forgotten her sweet spots, so he focused on them. “Clarke, I need to make love to you tonight. I can’t go another night without you." Ah, yes - they weren't going to have to worry about sneaking around anymore. The Ark may have given every woman birth control implant starting at sixteen, but they were still subtly encouraged not to mess around. Given that families shared living spaces, there was rarely an opportunity to just decide to shack up in bed for a little while. They had made do, though. In fact, Clarke had found the sneaking around pretty hot. They had made plentiful use of the time when parents were spent working, but when that was an option they had always been able to find somewhere else. Other locations may have come with a risk, but she was pretty sure that was part of why she liked that sex so much. Just as Callen groped at her, Clarke's hands were touching and roaming. Just to be playful she squeezed his ass back and her face lit up in a grin. As Callen's head sank towards her neck, Clarke's fingers ventured forward and pushed up under the fabric of his shirt. With her thumbs still on the outside she could hook it in her hands, and then she moved to pull the fabric off of Callen's body. "I need you too baby," she whispered. A sigh escaped her lips as his kisses started to drive her crazy. "Please take me, I need to feel you again. It's been way too long." Callen did not fight Clarke when she started tugging at his shirt. Once it was removed, he pulled Clarke’s hands to his chest. Now, he was not built like he trained wit the guard, but he had an athletic tone, a few muscles, but Clarke never seemed to find him unattractive, which made Callen feel confident about himself. Sure, he did feel jealous at times, seeing the taller, stronger members of the Ark Guard as they marched around, but Clarke always made him feel attractive. Like now – the way she was looking at him, it was incredible. Now, it was his turn to rid Clarke of her shirt. If she was wearing a bra underneath, he quickly disposed of that item as well, leaving Clarke’s upper body bare. The first thing he did was dive his head right into her breasts. It began with him kissing the mounds of flesh slowly, his tongue peeking out, wrapping around one of her nipples, sucking it into his mouth while he kissed and grazed his teeth along the nub. He repeated the same process with her other breast, slowly grinding against her. His hands still remained planted on her ass, squeezing the flesh as roughly as he could. “Clarke… there’s something I want to try with you.” He whispered softly, saying these words before even thinking about the consequences if she said no. “That small bag right by you. Open it for me.” He murmured – inside, there was a length of rope he intended to use, if she allowed him. Clarke would have gathered Callen overproof the Ark guards. Just because someone might be more typically appealing didn't mean that he wasn't the hottest person in the world to Clarke, and his kind nature was more appealing than any amount of ripped abs would be. Now that they were both topless and touching each other, her adoration for every inch of his body would be apparent and never ending. She touched and caressed, grazed her fingers along his skin as his lips and tongue found her breasts. His grinding made her move in tune. He paused and for a moment she was concerned. It didn't take long for him to say that he had a suggestion, and generally Clarke was always interested in hearing out what her boyfriend what might to try. She was curious as she moved towards his bag, and when she looked inside there was simply a length of room. At first, she was confused, but she quickly realized what he was suggesting. "You want me to tie you up?" She said as she pulled it out. Given the grin on her face, she was obviously teasing. She had seen the way he had looked at various items that could be used to bind someone before, so this wasn't a surprise. More seriously, she spoke again: "I'd love to try it, if that's something you want." Callen chuckled softly, reaching his hand towards her face. “So adorable. But, no, you will be the one tied up.” Honestly, the male had no interest in ever switching it up. Himself being tied would have killed any arousal he had or might have had. However, he could tell that Clarke was teasing. It seemed he was not as secret as he liked to be with hiding these desires. “Thank you, Princess.” I have a feeling you won’t regret this.” After all, she could trust her boyfriend. Even if she was restrained, she was still safe. Sitting upright, Callen took the rope from Clarke’s hands. His head was tilted slightly, watching her expression. God, he hoped she would enjoy this. “Now, bring your hands over to me. Hold your wrists together.” After making the order, Callen gently pulled the blonde’s wrists towards him. Then, the process started. Each end of the rope was wrapped around both wrists a few times. Then, he began weaving the ends of the rope back through the length that he already applied. The last touch was a tight knot on top-no matter how she twisted her hands and fingers, she was not reaching the knot. It was not just a playful knot, he was truly committed to genuinely binding Clarke. “What do you think? Could you struggle for me? I want to see if it holds.” Clarke waited patiently for her boyfriend to tie her wrists together. The entire time she looked towards what he was doing. Admittedly she was rather nervous, as she typically was when trying new things, but more than that she was excited. Callen's joy in her approval had become apparent immediately, and she trusted him fully." Alright," she said after he asked her to test out the restraint around her wrist. Clarke had figured he had thought about this before, but the concentration he put in to tying her made it clear. To give the tie a test, Clarke tried to pull apart and free her wrists - only to fail. "Seems like you did a good job, baby. What do you want to do with this now?" Callen simply watched Clarke, pleased to see that the knot appeared to pass the test. Before they made another move, Callen leaned down to capture her lips in a kiss. Even though she was tied up, she was completely safe with him. He would never do anything that would hurt her. Since her hands were bound in front, Callen decided to place both of his hands into her bound ones, letting her hold onto him while they kissed. She was so perfect - in, and out of the bedroom. He was so thankful she was willing to appease his fantasies. Now, slowly pulling back from the kiss, he decided to continue forward. "Now, I want to get you a little more... comfortable. It looks like those pants are a bit much right now, don't you think?" There was a smile on his lips as he leaned down to press a kiss to her tied hands first, then crawled down lower to work on the process of removing her pants. It was a slow process, one where he peppered kisses to her exposed skin, each inch that showed until he could pull the article of clothing off her legs entirely. Callen was gentle with her, and so Clarke was able to feel at peace. Most girls would have hesitated at least a little bit to let their partner restrain them, but Clarke had so much faith in her boyfriend that she knew she was in the perfect hands. He would make sure she had nothing less than a positive experience, and so she would hope to offer him the same enjoyment. His body was on top of hers, and while he had bound her wrists her legs were still free. Clarke used that to her advantage and squeezed her thighs around his hips to keep him close." I dew," she agreed, and the word was drawn out. Her smile was soft and slightly lusty - there was a reason she thought the pants might have been a little too much. She was glad to release him so that he could sink his way down her body, and it seemed that Callen was going to make a point to kiss every inch of her. Each soft flutter of his lips to her skin made Clarke sigh and squirm, especially as he sunk below her waist. By the time that Callen had finally got her body free from her pants, Clarke was wet and more than willing. It wouldn't take much more to make her bag for him. Callen enjoyed worshiping Clarke’s body by kissing and touching every inch of her beautiful skin. Even before, it was not a rare occurrence for him to just get into a certain mood where he started kissing her, from her head, all the way down until he covered as much of her body as possible. He wanted Clarke to feel beautiful, especially when she was tied up. “You know, when I say that you’re the most beautiful girl to ever exist, I’m not just trying to make you smile. I mean it. I’m so lucky that you’re mine, so lucky to be the only guy that will ever touch you, make love to you. Furthermore, I won’t ever take that for granted.” He added to the compliments, now pressing a kiss to her clothed sex, against her underwear. Having her bag for him was right on up there with his top fantasies, so he wanted to tease her a bit more. He did that by pressing his bulge against her barely covered vagina, letting her feel just how erect he was. “I can’t say for sure, but damn… I don’t think I’ve ever been this hard.” It was even better, because they barely touched the surface of bondage. Right now, as one hand slipped into her underwear, fingers grazing her clit, Callen had *that* look on his face when he looked at Clarke’s body, the look that every girl dreamed of seeing on their man’s face while they were intimate. It was a look of hunger, of love – he would want this with nobody else. It was Clarke – it was always her, she was the most important person to him in the entire world. The blonde was at her boyfriend's whims, and so there was little she could do but crave him. She ached to touch him - to rake her nails along his skin and trail her fingers in his hair as Callen kissed along her sex and hen dared to tease her more. She had been wet long before he had pressed his body against hers, but seeing and feeling just how hard she had made her beloved by allowing him to tie her only aroused Clarke further. What was she supposed to do here other than give in and give the man what he wanted? His name escaped her sweet lips in a while as she let herself go thanks to Callen's touch." Please... I need you so much, baby," she said to him with a desperate look in her eyes. It was akin to his own - dark and lust fueled, but also solely for him. No one else would ever see her look this way, nor would she want anyone to. The smile was not something that Callen ever thought would leave his face now that he was reunited with Clarke. “Since you asked nicely…” The male teased, leaning down for another kiss. This one was more chaste as he pulled away to start tugging down her panties, disposing of it beside their bodies. Not wanting to keep his Princess waiting for much longer, Callen decided to drop his own remaining clothing as well. Now that he was completely revealed, he decided to pull her bound hands to wrap around his girth, letting her have the opportunity to touch him, hoping that could add to the comfort.“There’s also something else I’d like to do.” He whispered softly, reaching for a white cloth from the bag. “If you’d allow me to, I’d like for you to open your mouth, so I can place this between your lips, wrap it around the back of your head. Gags are my favorite part, but I don’t want you silent. I want you making as much noise as you can. I just think it would sound hot to hear your moans and words when they are muffled.” Callen seemed to absolutely adore the thought of what he was about to do and Clarke didn't need to hear him say that it was his favorite thing to see the look in his eyes. Seeing the way it lit up his eyes to hold the fabric out made her eager to please. "I'd love to," she said in a soft, sweet voice, and she flashed her boyfriend a grin before she opened her mouth wide and even leaned in towards him so that he could place it around her head. Her heart was racing as she wondered where this all would lead. Clarke couldn't say that she had ever imagined being in this kind of scene, with her hands bound yet still on her boyfriend's cock waiting patiently for him to gag her, but at the same time she was more than happy to give it a shot. The thrill it was giving her also quickly had her knowing that she had made the right call. Even though it was undeniably kinky, Callen was being slow, gentle with his lover. Once Clarke complied, Callen placed the cloth in between her teeth before wrapping the remainder of the cloth behind the back of her head. The knot was gently tied at the base of her skull, keeping the cleave gag in place. “It looks so good on you.” He whispered, flashing her a playful wink. Now, it was time to begin. Callen started by slowly sliding one finger inside of Clarke, gently massaging her walls. He was eager to hear the noises that Clarke would make behind the gag once she was feeling the throes of pleasure. His free hand snaked around to grab her rear, digging his fingers into the flesh. Despite the gag that was in her mouth, Callen still intended to kiss her, planting his lips over hers, even using his tongue as if there was no obstruction. Hopefully, she would get the point quickly – the gag did not change much, really. He still wanted to kiss her, to listen to her. “I love you so much.” Callen whispered, pushing his finger a little bit deeper inside the blonde. This had been the perfect mix of romantic and kinky. Clarke felt undeniably loved and in safe hands, but the tie at her wrists and the gag between her lips added a whole new level to sex that the pair had never experienced before. It was a rush - trying something new always was, but somehow this was more intense (and pleasurably so) than anything that they had ever done before. Her first instinct when Callen expressed his appreciation for her gagged lips was to smile. Something hindered by the cloth that split them. It also seemed that Callen was ready for more, now. As soon as his finger dipped between her thighs and started to pulse in to her, the young blonde couldn't hold back a gasp. Even a simple finger was immensely pleasurable when it belongs to him, and she knew that this was only the start. He grabbed her by her ass and in turn she made sure her legs were spread wide enough to accommodate his hips between them and then wrapped them around his waist. Being kissed through the gag was... unique. It had come unexpectedly, but Clarke was incapable of refusing a kiss - not even one she would have to fight for. Following his lead, Clarke did everything she could to be able to kiss him in return, including allowing her tongue to push back against Callen's through the fabric that got in the way. This interaction proved that Clarke was a quick learner. While kissing, Callen realized just how into it Clarke was becoming. It pleased him greatly. While making out with the blonde, his finger continued massaging Clarke’s walls, hoping to bring the female to a new level of heightened pleasure. The other hand continued to squeeze her firm ass, gripping the mounds of flesh simultaneously. After Callen decided she had been teased enough, both hands retracted from her beautiful body.“Alright, Princess. Get ready for the ride of your life.” It was a bold promise, but Callen was certain that it would enhance their sex lives for the better. Angling himself on top of the blonde, Callen felt the tip of his erection brush against Clarke’s entrance, hoping to find that she was soaked. His hands both reached down to grab onto Clarke’s once more, his eyes locked onto the girl’s. Once Clarke had been given the chance to anticipate him, Callen slowly pushed forward. It started with only pushing a couple inches inside of her, slowly rotating his hips, gyrating against Clarke’s crotch. Then, Callen pushed just a bit further, stopping every so often so he could create more friction by rubbing his girth against every inch of her pussy that he could. The pace was slow and gentle, giving Clarke ample time to adjust ACH time he added more of his length inside of her, his eyes fixated on her face, watching for any cues that might tell him to slow down, just in case she got uncomfortable with this situation. Clarke whimpered as soon as she could feel Callen's cock press against her sex. She was wet and eager from the build up, and as soon as she felt his body against hers she knew that sheneededhim that moment. She was unable to reach down and guide him further between her thighs, but it seemed that she didn't need to. He started slow, but it was everything that she could have wanted. After over a year without him her body wasn't used to being handled like this anymore, and her pussy was pleasantly tighter than usual around Callen's length. On top of that, she was just feeling so much more sensitive after time apart." Oh, I missed this," she tried to breathe through the cloth that split her lips. Those were words that didn't need to be said, though. Her body was doing plenty of talking for her - from the way her walls soaked Callen's cock to the way she had started to urge her hips down further on to his own, it should be clear that she wanted and needed him just as much as he did her. Quickly, she needed more. Judging by the hints Clarke dropped, Callen inferred that she needed more of him. He was happy to oblige his girlfriend. With that in mind, the next thrust slowly pushed his entire cock inside of her, pushing until he felt himself fully inserted. The smile was growing each second, his lips still busy with kissing her. At times, he was focusing on her neck, throat, chin, cheeks, but most of the time – he was kissing her over the gag. Callen was quite infatuated with the way it felt. It was much hotter than anything he ever depicted. Hopefully, it was something Clarke could enjoy, too. Since she was bound and gagged, it only meant his arousal was stronger than ever. This scene was literally his dream come true, so the pace of his thrusting easily increased to becoming faster with each movement of his hips. Clarke would still be allowed plenty of opportunities to get used to the sensation before it was increased, to hopefully avoid the pain altogether. It would have been easy to just go wild with Clarke, to get rough with her, but it was only their first time using bondage. Callen knew they would explore more in the future. Already, he was throbbing deep inside the tight passage. “Clarke… I’m so turned on right now. I know you can feel that… I don’t know how much longer I’m going to last.”

May We Meet Again (randomname98766789 and Orion)|rating:4.0

The Prophecy [Nature & SweetNothings]

In a world that was far more advanced than ours, a King ruled with an Iron fist, living off of the fear of his subjects instead of their respect. One day, one of his council members told him about a Prophecy. A Prophecy about a boy and a girl, brother and sister, who possessed powers, different powers. They had the powers of Sol and Luna and were written down as the ones to save those who had been suffering by the hands of tyrant. The king was mad as he heard those words escaping the mouth of the one that was supposed to support him. In his ears, it sounded as the council member had lost fate in his own king, which caused the council member to be executed. It was an example for many of those who were talking about the prophecy on the street, and it made the people fear the King even more. During that period, a lot of brothers and sisters were parted, and it also happened to the children of the prophecy. The King thought he had secured his reign by doing this, hoping to keep on ruling for a very long time before passing it to the next in line, which wasn't there just yet. He was too busy ruling everything and didn't really focus on having a solid relationship or a marriage, even though he needed to have a son to take over the throne, but he had his council members work on that. Years later, the 'boy' about whom the Prophecy used to go, wasn't really a boy anymore, and he had learned about his goal, finding his sister to make the Prophecy come true and save those who are in need of being saved. "I'll be leaving today." Those were the words Andrew said to the couple he thought to be his parents for a really long time. He had been taken away from his father and mother, being placed with a man and his wife, who couldn't get children themselves. "I'm really thankful for everything you both have done for me but now that I've learned about my true goal, I'll have to do it." He went with his right hand through his half long black hair, before smiling to the two in front of him, who started to cry. He walked towards them and gave them a hug. "It will be okay," he broke the hug and took a step back. "I'll be taking some of the clothes I've received though, if you don't mind." The couple of course were okay with that. They had been living in fear for so long and never could say anything to Andrew before but now, that he was 21 years old. He didn't know a lot about himself yet as he doubted a lot of things right now, and he also didn't know a lot about his sister as Derrick and Angela couldn't provide him with much information on that as they had never seen his sister." Thank you for everything," Andrew said a last time before he ran towards his room. His blue eyes went through his room for the last time and he sighed. "I'll miss it here." He started to fill a backpack with some clothes. Right now, he was wearing a black (sweatpants) and a white shirt over it. As he stood in front of the mirror, he looked at himself. Standing at 6 feet, he was also quite muscular as he had to do some heavy work. He also had some small cuts in his face from the work he had to do yesterday. In the village he lived in, the King mostly had two of his messengers there. Those messengers decided what work the villagers had to do and for how long and as Andrew was one of the young and fit males from the village, the heavy work was mostly used for him. Yesterday they had to work with glass which exploded and ended up a bit in his face. The cuts weren't deep though, but they were annoying, really annoying. Another sigh escaped the lips of Andrew as he walked out of his room, leaving the house. He looked back a last time before he continued to walk, leaving the village. It was evening now, and he had to take care as there were chances that there were scouts. Luckily for Andrew, there weren't. "Let's get going." It had been 18 years since 'the girl' was split from her brother. 18 years of never seeing his face. Right after she was born, they whisked away her brother and left her with their real parents. Acclaim learned about the Prophecy when she was young, but it wasn't until a year ago she found out it was her. When she was 3, her parents moved out of the city and into a Northern village where it mostly snowed than anything else. She grew up in the cold, but it taught her how to survive. While she was out hunting alone, she raised her arms up for something and the water in the snow rose with it. It scared her half to death, but that was when she realized it was her they spoke about in the prophecy. Now, after a year of training, she knew it was her time to go and find her brother. "Mom, Dad, you know I'm leaving today. You know I have to find my brother," Acclaim said as she packed a bookbag full of clothes and essentials she would need for the journey. "I'm 18 now. I have to find him to take down the king." As she said that, she saw her mother's eyes welling up. She sighed and stopped to hug her mother tightly. "Don't cry. I'll be all right." Acclaim's voice began to break as well as her piercing blue eyes began to fill with tears as well. She laughed softly and finished packing, throwing it over her shoulder. She was wearing a furred jacket that covered her torso and head and thick pants with leather boots. Her body was toned, but not too muscular. She ran about five miles a day to build her stamina, and she learned out to fight to prepare herself for the journey. Acclaim decided to leave under the cover of night to prevent any of the king's messengers from following her. There were two in each village to keep an eye out on the separated siblings, but their other job to cover up was assigning jobs to the citizens. Throwing the bag over her shoulder, she kissed her father and mother goodbye before running out of the house. Strands of her long black hair poked out from underneath the hoodie as her blue eyes scanned the forest in which their house was in. Turning to the right, Acclaim began walking as she made her way down the hill and away from the village. Andrew was well-prepared on the journey. He made sure he had slept enough beforehand so that he could continue to walk through the night as it would be quite risky to sleep outside. It was a long walk towards the closest village for him as the village he came from was one of the outer villages. It was quite hot where he lived, but the climate of the world was really different. In a few days you could go from the hottest point to the coldest point but the risk of getting sick when it was rushed was there though. During his walk, he started to think about how his life had been up until now. Never had he imagined that his life would make this kind of turn. He remembered the first time that he heard about the Prophecy when he was with his new family already. He didn't remember what happened before that point as he was too young to realize it. Never did he even thought he would be that child as he even considered it as a story that was just told to make people believe in something in those horrible times that the King brought down to everybody. The one that scared him the most was the fact that the King had killed one of his most trustworthy council members as he talked about it. Andrew was curious on how his sister would be as he should've seen her before, when he was a child, but he didn't know anything apart from that. According to the family he stayed with, Andrew was about three to four years old when he was taken there, but they didn't remember it exactly anymore as they just grew attached to him and thought of him as their own son. As he snapped out of his own thoughts, he noticed that he had been walking for quite some time already as he saw the lights of a village in his eyesight. As the forest he wasn't going through wasn't thick, he could see quite far away so it would still be quite a walk. "Guess that would be the first place to check," he sighed out as he continued to walk. Acclaim knew she didn't get enough sleep for the night. Every time she tried to take a nap, she would wake up from a nightmare or just be up thinking about the journey. Thankfully, she had packed a few herbs designed to keep one awake. It was far too dangerous to sleep out in the cold like this. She knew there was a village not too far from here that was still in the cold climate, but it was warmer than her village. Acclaim had packed a few hundred coins to pay for nights at inns and food. Living in a harsh environment was a hard life, but she was able to make do with where she lived. The area was hilly, and it was taking some time to get up the hills then down them. There were no mountain ranges near the path she was taking to find her brother. All she heard was that he lived near the South region. As she walked, she wondered what her brother would look like. The prophecy didn't particularly specify what the brother and sister would look like. 'They would be close in age, almost twins. They will possess powers of the Sun and Moon and together, they are a deadly force whose only task is to take down the tyrant of a king.' The Prophecy read. The King had separated brother sisters everywhere, but they never stopped to see which ones had the powers. Maybe if they did, Acclaim and her brother would be dead. The King was a fool, and everyone knew it, but the people were afraid. They needed evidence that the Prophecy was true. It was going to be hard dealing with the pressure. She never killed anyone before. Animals for food, but never a person. It scared her, but she had to find her brother first. Accalia realized how far she had gotten while she was in her head. "Another mile and I'll be there." She stretched out her legs and arms before beginning to walk again, walking at a faster pace to get out of the cold. The lights of the village came into the view, and she grinned happily as she stopped by the gates, the guards asking about her information. "My name is Acclaim, and I'm looking for a warm place to stay tonight." She told them. They let her in and once she was far enough from them, she began asking people if they have seen her brother. With no specific description of him, it failed. She walked to the cleanest looking bar to rest and have a drink for the night. As Andrew continued his walking, he saw that there were no guards standing at the post through which he was going to enter the village. He was really happy about that as he didn't want to go through all that trouble again as sometimes... Well, the guards could be just a pain in the ass, and he didn't want to end up in a fight right away. He knew how to defend himself and even how to make somebody else end up in a very bad state. In his own village, he once nearly had been in a fight with one of the messengers as he disagreed with what they were doing to some elders, asking them for all their money. It sickened him. As he entered the village, he did see why the guards weren't there. There was some sort of fight going on it seemed, but he couldn't really see it that well. He slowly moved closer towards it, seeing that they had a young boy and a young girl in their hands. He heard some people talking about that the guards were thinking that those two would be those of the prophecy. There were guards surrounding them as there were villagers trying to get them away from the boy and the girl. Andrew walked towards an older man and whispered him something in his ear before he walked off. As he walked off, he heard the man shout out: "They can't be those of the prophecy! They would be the same in age and almost be twins!" A smile appeared on the face of Andrew as he saw the group disband and the boy and the girl run towards their parents. He walked into a bar which also rented some small rooms, they didn't have many rooms, but he hoped that there would be one free. "Could I get a beer and is there a place to stay here, for one night?" Andrew asked as he laid some money down, in front of the owner. The owner nodded and gave him the beer and a key with number 2 on it. He took a sip of his drink, looking around if he saw somebody that could be his sister. Most of the girls looked older so he was sure those couldn't be the right girl. He did know she was going to be around 18 so he looked around if he would find a girl like that here. As a girl around the age of 18 walked up to him and asked him if he wanted to have some fun, he looked over her body. She was wearing some leather clothing, not really that revealing, but she also didn't look like him at all. "No, not right now. I'm looking for a girl that possibly looks like me, have you seen somebody like that?" He asked her, and she replied to him that she didn't know such person but that she would be available for him if he changed his mind, and she walked off again. Acclaim knew how to be someone else. It was easy for her to lie. When a King is looking for you and your brother, you have to learn how to be under the radar. Granted, being the only one in a village with dark black hair and blue eyes made it harder to be undercover. At least as she got further South, people wouldn't care what she looked like. Acclaim has been in her number of fights. Mostly with other girls over petty stuff, but she has had one with a boy. He was all up on her trying to see if she put out. He made the wrong move, and he was on the ground in a second having a bloody nose. Acclaim chuckled at the memory of him as he went up whining like a little baby. As she walked into the bar, she took off her hoodie while keeping her long pants on and boots. Everyone looked towards her for a moment before going back to whatever they're doing. Acclaim walked to the bar and sat down on a stool, taking out a couple of coins would pay for about three beers. "A beer please." She asked the bar tender. He filled up a tall glass then gave it to her. She took a large drink from it while looking around. No one around here looked like they could be her brother. This was going to be a much harder than she thought. As she took another sip, a man walked up to her, telling the bar tender to fill up another glass of beer. Acclaim rolled her eyes and sighed. "So, I can tell you're not from here, beautiful. What's your name?" He asked her. She took a deep breath and looked at him. "Acclaim. I'm not interested in you, but I would like to share a drink with you." She winked and turned to face the bar again as she took more gulps of her drink. Andrew was thinking about what to do as he looked around. None of the girls actually suited the description that he had in mind but well, he was a man after all. He went to the girl again that came to him before. "I might reconsider your offer," he said as he laid his hand on her hip right away. "I got a room here anyhow." He removed the hand from her hip and walked towards his seat again, drinking from his beer. "So... Who are you? And could I offer you a drink?" He asked as he looked at her. He didn't know how old she was, what her name was and what she was doing in a bar like this but frankly, he didn't really care about it. His quest was hard enough anyhow so it would be quite nice to let of some steam, and maybe she was the right girl to do such things. He had been together with some girls of the village he came from, some of those relationships went on for a bit but most of them were just more casual and made him end up in bed with them more than not. That were the advantages of being handsome and muscular. Plus the fact that he looked different from the other males there was also a big factor._____The man that was sitting with Acclaim received his beer. "So, what are you doing here then? If you don't want to get to know me, but you do want to have a drink with me? I do see you are not from here so you can't lie about that," he said with a laugh. "My name is Thomas, if you would be interested in knowing that." The man looked to be older than Acclaim but also too old to be close to the boy from the Prophecy. He was interested in getting to know her but for different reasons than becoming her friends of course. Acclaim did look good in his opinion. Acclaim took a few more sips while this man spoke. Whoever he was, he was quite handsome. He was older than her, but so did most of the men here. Looking around, she could tell she was the youngest female here. "I came here to have a drink. I have a long road ahead of me. I'm from the Northern village." She turned to face him as he continued to speak. "Thomas? That's a nice name. What are you doing here tonight?" She asked while twirling her cup around. Acclaim wished it was easier to find her brother. She wouldn't be in this bar or talking to this Thomas guy. It was obvious to her what he wanted from her. Who didn't? The Prophecy spoke of the beautiful sister and handsome brother unlike the world has seen before. Acclaim leaned back and rested a hand on his leg, using her natural skill to get what she wanted from him later. "You know, now that I look at you better with this beer, I might be interested after all." She said in a sultry tone as she took another sip from her cup. She hoped to get him up into a room before getting any information on her brother or the King._________________The girl sat down with a group of other guys, hoping they would perhaps consider her offer. However, her real eye was on the man she asked earlier. He looked like he knew how to have a nice time. It had been a long time since she really had fun. When he walked over, she grinned and sat up, blushing slightly at the hand on her hip. "A room here? Aren't you a prepared type?" She got up and followed him back to his seat, sitting next to him at the bar. "I'm Sapphire. I could sure use a drink. What's your name?" She rubbed his arm, a little surprised at how muscular he was. "Do you come from a working village? I could tell by your arms and...body." "My name is Andrew," he replied to her as she asked for his name. "And it's nice meeting you, Sapphire." When she touched her arm and showed to be a little surprised. "Yes, I came from a village more to the South," Andrew replied as he smiled to her, her hand going over his arm. "I'm glad that you like them, I can tell by how you look at my muscles." He laid his hand on her leg and rubbed her leg gently. "So, about the room, as I'm not from here and am I travelling as you had noticed, so I don't really have everything prepared. I didn't even pan on meeting a girl like you here," he moved his head closer as he said that, giving her a kiss on her cheek, his lips, which were a bit rough, touched her skin. As he sat up right again, he looked at the bartender. "Give me another beer and also take a drink for the lady. It's on me," he said with a smile, laying money on the table again. He drank the rest of his beer and waited for the other to arrive, it would make the mood a bit lighter if he would drink a bit, plus it was easier to get her to his room if she would drink a bit as well, although she seemed really willing without it, or was it just his imagination? As the bartender placed the beer and the drink, he took a sip from it already and smiled to Sapphire. "So, what do you mostly do in this bar?" He asked, out of curiosity as he looked her straight in her eyes and laid his hand on her lap again._______"I'm just here to make some friends, and I'm happy that I choose to go here and drinking some as well, I've got the luck to walk in on you," Thomas said in a flirting way before she laid her hand on his leg. "You know... How about coming to my place? It's not far from the bar, and it's too big for me to sleep in on my own," he offered her because she had laid his hand on her lap, and he figured she would be down to have some fun... A specific type of fun that is though. He laid his hand on her hand. Acclaim always experienced this kind of flirting back home. They didn't have large bars like these where people from other regions would come and hang out. No one wanted to come up North, so she was pretty limited to her choices of men. The guys either worked in the lumber industry or were smiths of some kind. No one really captured her interest. Acclaim hoped she would find her brother, then perhaps someone to love. That would be put on hold until they defeated the King together. "Aww. Aren't you sweet?" She grinned and took another sip of her beer after she placed her hand on his leg. As Thomas offered her to come back to his place, she nearly choked on her drink. She didn't think he would be that bold enough to ask her to come back to his place. Taking a deep breath, she smiled and nodded. "I would like that. A free place to stay the night, right?" She winked and finished drinking her beer, paying the bar tender with a little tip. "How about we go now?" She stood up and grabbed her bag of essentials for the trip._____________________"It's nice to meet you, too, Andrew." Sapphire smiled and continued to rub his arm, restraining herself from touching his leg. He seemed more reserved than the other men here. She had to take it slow with him. As he spoke, she continued to listen to him, blushing slightly. "You can't blame me for looking at them. They're nice to look at." Sapphire said in a flirting tone. When he whispered in her ear, she groaned slightly and shuddered, feeling her body heat up. His lips were rough, and she loved it. "A drink for me? I'm so flattered." She giggled slightly and took the cup from the bar tender when he finished filling it up. She took a sip and listened to him ask her about her. "I mostly come here for drinks and guys. I'm not going to lie to you what I really do. It's kind of obvious." Sapphire took a large sip and turned her cup around multiple times. "So, I have to pay for you to stay with me?" He concluded as she said that it was obvious what she was doing her. If it was that she was here for drinks and guys, adding up that it would the something different, yes, there wasn't a more obvious option available. "How old are you if I may ask?" He asked out curiosity, emptying his glass in one time. He asked the bartender for a refill which he got right away. He did stare at Sapphire now, giving her a kiss in her neck again, his hand rubbing her leg as he did. Furthermore, he was in the mood to have some fun. Furthermore, he did get enough fun when he was in his hometown but starting a journey off with some fun wasn't bad either. Andrew didn't remove his hand from her leg as he turned his head away, to drink something, using his other hand to lift the glass._________________________________________He laughed when she called him sweet. "I'm flattered you think of me as sweet," he replied, feeling her hand on his leg again. Thomas really wanted to have some fun with Acclaim, and he thought that he really was going to happen. As she offered to go now, he nodded and replied: "Yes, that's a good idea." Seeing that she placed her glass on the bar, he finished drinking his as well. When she laid down the money, he took it back and replaced it with his money and handing her the money back. "It wouldn't be good if I let the lady pay," Thomas said and smiled. He opened the door for her and they walked out. They walked through a few streets, and then they arrived at quite a mansion. It laid right next to a house of the messengers for the King. "This it is," he said as he leads her towards the door, grabbing his key to open it. The door showed to be from a very expensive kind of wood, which could come from the village Acclaim was from. "I'm not that expensive. The other girl in town is more expensive than me, but she overcharges. She isn't as pretty as me, and she doesn't do everything I do," She winked and laughed. "I only charge 7 Rems. The other girl, Natalia, charges 10. You should be lucky I got to you first." Sapphire sounded prideful, but she was only telling the truth. When he asked about her age, she leaned back in her seat. "23. What about you?" She continued to drink her beer before finishing it. She didn't need another refill, more than happy to go along with what he wanted. She moaned and tilted her neck to the side, groaning softly as he kissed her neck. Furthermore, she smiled and wrapped her arms around his waist. "How about we go up to your room now? I can tell we both want some more privacy." She touched him more, her hands graving over his bottom as she whispered in his ear._______________________________Acclaim blushed and smiled, touching his leg a little more. "Why wouldn't I think you were sweet?" She stretched out a little bit after she stood up. Acclaim knew exactly what he wanted from her. It was clear to both of them that something might happen tonight. She would make sure it got far enough before she started to ask questions. She blushed when he handed back her money. "You're too nice." She took her money back and put it in her bag, glad she got to keep it. This might be a little easier than she expected. After he opened the door for her, she walked out and followed him through the streets with him, admiring the lights and ground that wasn't covered in snow. Her eyes came upon a mansion they stopped at. Acclaim became a little nervous now. How was she going to take down someone so prominent whose house was next to the messengers? She took a deep breath and saw the door, running her hand over it. "This came from my village." She said softly, looking up at him. "Sorry. I'm talking to myself. I didn't think you would be rich." "Mmm," Andrew looked at her as she explained those things. "Well, maybe I should be happy you got at me first indeed," he said with a laugh. "I expected you to be younger than 23, but I'm 21 myself." He didn't even finish his drink when he told her that they should get some privacy. "Sounds like a good idea to me." He pushed his body against hers a little bit as she touched his bottom. He moved her hands away and took one of them. Furthermore, he laid down some money on the bar and took the key from his room, leading her towards it. He unlocked the room and opened the door, leading her in. As soon as they were inside the room, he closed the door and pushed her against it. He kissed her in her neck again, gently biting in her skin even. His body was pushing her against the door, his hands resting on her waist. "So... What are the things you do and the things you don't do?3 He asked as he looked up at her._______________________________"I'm just doing what I should do," Thomas replied as she called him nice because of handing the money over again. As they walked around, he could see her look around and noticed that she really wasn't from here as a lot of the things seemed to be fascinating to her while they were just common for everybody here. "Oh, that's nice. And well, I'm not really rich, I just have connections," he responded to her, and he opened the door, walking her in. Thomas opened the door and lead her in. "Shall we go to the bedroom right away?" He asked her, with a face of lust, as he walked her towards the stairs in the hallway. Everything was from either expensive wood or from metals. There also was a lot of gold and silver. Some furniture even had diamonds and other crystals on it. He clearly didn't look at price tags when he bought all of it. The stair itself was from marble and had a nice red carpet on it. He stopped in front of the stairs, waiting her answer but laying his hands on her hips, looking in her eyes. Sapphire grinned when he agreed that he should be happy. Why wouldn't he be happy? Everyone in town knew she was the best one. She didn't overcharge, and you got what you paid for with Sapphire. "21? That's fine with me. People usually think I'm younger." She laughed and stood up, waiting for him to get him. When he pushed his body against hers, she bit her lip and smiled. This was going to be a fun night. She followed him up the stairs to his room. No. 2. After he opened the door, she walked in and looked around it. It wasn't often she came up here with a guy. They usually had their own house or another room at the Inn down the street. When he pushed her up against the door, she gasped and moaned, pressing her body against his. She smiled and listened to him. "Well, I'm pregnant from some other guy, so you get the lucky drawing, and you get to have me in my butt. It's not usual I do it, but I'll do it for you." She moved her hands down to his pants, rubbing over the growing bulge.______________________It occurred to her that maybe Thomas was being a little too nice. Maybe he just really wanted her in bed for the night. Acclaim thought if she was here not for the mission, she would actually consider staying with him for a while. However, she had to get somewhere fast. "Connections? Everyone had the same kind of house back up North. The messengers didn't care about connections up there. It was too cold." She shrugged and walked inside with him. Her eyes widened as she looked around, amazed at everything. He must have had some good connections. Acclaim looked up at him when he asked her a question, seeing the look on his face. She thought about her answer and what he meant. When she realized what he meant, she blushed deeply and nodded. "Why not? It would be best for us to...warm up a little bit." She smiled and wrapped her arms around his neck, teasing him with her big blue eyes. Acclaim knew exactly how to get him. Back home, she had some questionable friends or knew questionable people. She learned a few tricks from them. "I am a little chilly." "Seems like you truly are going to be worth the money. Not having to wear a condom plus having the chance to take that tight butt," Andrew said with a smile. His eyes went a bit more towards lust as he felt her hand on these pants, his bulge growing quite fast by her touch. As she rubbed him, he pushed her harder against the wall and kissed her neck more. He whispered in her ear: "How about you'd give me a striptease?" He pulled himself away from her and walked into the room. The room was small, but it was okay to stay the night there. There was a bed that where 2 people could fit in. A small couch was against the wall with a table and a small television were in the room as well plus it seemed to have a small bathroom, where probably the toilet would be as well. He sat down on the bed, waiting what she was going to do as he looked at her, winking and rubbing the fabric of his own pants.________________"Well, yes. I do work quite a lot with the Messenger and such. We work on a special project, but I'm not supposed to talk about that," Thomas replied as he smiled. Thomas moved his head closer as she said she wanted to warm up and that she was chilly. She wrapped her hands around his neck so it was a sign to him that she wanted it. He gave her a kiss on her lips. His lips were a bit cold and quite soft. After a few seconds, he broke the kiss and took her by her legs, lifting her up and carrying her up the stairs to the bedroom. His bedroom was huge, and they walked in it as he opened the door with his foot, as it wasn't in the lock. There was a lot of silk and a huge bed. He walked her towards the bed which had red covers, from silk on it. He laid her down on it and laid down next to her, giving her a little kiss, his hand resting on her hip. "Do you like how the room looks? I think you'll feel comfortable here, with me," Thomas said with a flirting voice in a seductive way. He hoped that he could do with her whatever he wanted to. Sapphire laughed and shook her head, seeing that Andrew was so funny. It made her smile that he knew how to make anything hilarious. "Tight butt? I didn't know you were checking me out back at the bar." She whispered in a sultry tone as her hand rubbed the bulge on his pants. She moaned as he pushed her against the wall harder. Furthermore, she loved how rough he was being, but not too rough. It turned her on so much, and he knew what he was doing to her. When he suggested a strip tease, she smiled and nodded. "That sounds like a good idea." Sapphire followed him into the room, looking around it interested. The rooms were small, but they would do for the night. As she took a look around, she saw him take a seat on the bed. She turned towards him then began moving the straps of her shirt down slowly while moving her hips. "Like this?" She hummed softly and pulled her shirt over her head slowly then placing it on the ground. She began nudging her shorts off her hips, biting her lip seductively. "Do you like this?" She moaned and pulled her short down to her ankles, leaving her in her bra and panties.______________________________A special project? Acclaim definitely knew she had to find out what he meant by a special project. That was something she was going to get from him later. Accalia closed her eyes and smiled, feeling the warmth radiating from his body. He was certainly wanting to have her tonight. She bit her lip and looked up at him, her blue eyes twinkling as she silently gave him a yes. She kissed him back softly, not wanting it to end. Acclaim gasped and squealed when he picked her up and carried her up the stairs. She laughed softly and looked back behind her at the bed. It is as huge! It had red silk sheets that could swallow her up if she laid down long enough. She laid down beside him, looking at him. "I do feel comfortable here. I can see why you would be lonely here, by yourself." Acclaim whispered, getting a little closer to him to warm up. "This is really nice here. "Well... You looked so good that I just had to check you out but don't worry, your butt won't stay tight tonight," he joked, and he laughed a bit as he made that joke. He was happy to hear that she agreed to do the striptease. As she revealed her belly and bra to him, he laughed.' I can't believe that she is pregnant, she just doesn't look like that, he thought as he unzipped his pants and pulled it down together with his boxers, knowing that she would show her panties soon. The member that was revealed, well, was big. He stood there with an 11-inch cock which also was quite thick. "Yes, I like that and do you like this?" He replied and asked as he slowly started to stroke his own cock, a bit of precut covering the head of his member. He took a small break to pull off his shirt, revealing his bare chest which indeed was muscular. It was not overkill or so, it was just a very well-trained body, having abs on the places where the girls loved them. Then he wrapped his hand around his member again, continuing to stroking himself, slow and more importantly, in a teasing way for Sapphire.____"Well, I'm not alone right now," he replied to her as he rolled on his side to be closer towards her. "How about we continue where we stopped?" Thomas asked as he gave her a kiss on her lips again, his hand slowly pushing her shirt higher to reveal a bit of her skin to him. The man felt something coming up in his pants as his member started to grow now, becoming quite painful inside his pants as it wasn't laying that comfortable right now. "Maybe we can get it warmer if we make it colder first?" He asked as he broke the kiss. "Plus I'd love to see what you are hiding between those clothes." He was quite straightforward as he didn't want to waste an entire night just hugging and such, at least not with a girl like Acclaim, she was just too good to wait with. "That is if you don't mind that..." At the last moment, he added that sentence, to make what he said a bit more neutral and not really pushing. Sapphire gasped and laughed, shaking her head at him. He certainly had a way with his words. She hoped he had another use for that tongue of his. He was going to get a show tonight. It was rare that a client would ask for a strip tease. This was her first one in a while. When he laughed after she took off her outer wear, she realized what he was laughing at. "I'm only a few weeks along. Don't you see the outline for it, though?" She watched him pull down his pants with his boxers. Her eyes widened at the sight of his member. He was larger than the other men in the village. Maybe he could stay a lot longer than a night, so she could see what his cock would feel like somewhere else beside her ass. "I definitely like that." Sapphire licked her lips and reached behind her to unhook her bra after he took his shirt off. She just wanted to run her hands over his body. Everything about him screamed perfection. She watched him stroke his cock, making her moan softly as she wanted to feel it between her lips. She finished unhooking her bra and threw it across the room. Then, she hooked her thumbs under the waistband of her panties, pulling them down slowly. "Is there anything you like me to do?"_________________"Of course not. I'd hate for you to be alone." She smiled softly and raised her head up. "I wouldn't mind continuing at all." Acclaim kissed him back softly, her eyes opening to look down at his hand.' This is for the mission. Don't get too attached, Acclaim. Let him touch you a little bit, then take him down and ask about the project,'she thought. It would be a terrible idea if she did anything more than let him touch her. Acclaim felt something rubbing against her leg, and she knew what it was. Instead of looking down, she continued kissing him until he pulled away. "Ooh. Aren't you excited?" She sat up and smiled, reaching down then pulling up her shirt, revealing her pale skin. She didn't bother to wear a bra considering she was going on a long journey. Furthermore, she was a little more hesitant to pull her pants down. Furthermore, she wanted the best advantage to take him out. Andrew looked at the naked Sapphire, smiling from everything she said. Her moan had sounded quite nice in his ears, and now he wanted to hear more of it, way more. "How about you lay down on top of me?" He asked as he moved up the bed now and laid down. "You know... Pleasuring each other at the same time makes it more interactive, doesn't it?" Andrew winked to Sapphire. Her body looked really nice and the little outline that he could see if he paid attention to it was just a cherry on the pie he called attractive. As he compared her to the girls he had been with in his home village, he had to accept the fact that she was better looking. Just to bed that she did it for a living, otherwise he might have considered starting something serious with her but well... He wouldn't really like to go for something serious with somebody like her. Maybe, friends with benefits could do, but his mission was on the first place, and he didn't know how long it would take him to find his sister and then still, he had to defeat the King and save everybody.______As Acclaim revealed her pale skin to him, he smiled. Her breasts looked nice in his opinion. "MMM... Those look delicious!" He whispered in her ear before his head went down a bit, sucking on one of her nipples. His hand went towards the edge of her pants, slowly sliding behind it, ending up on the fabric of her panties. As he was there, he slowly rubbed her, pushing his finger against the fabric. He could feel her lips as he followed the outline before going up towards her clit, where he stopped moving from and just rubbed and circled around that. Thomas also nibbled a bit on her nipple now, putting more pressure on Acclaim her clitoris. Sapphire could see and feel his eyes wandering her naked body. She moved her hands down her body, sashaying her hips to tease him. Andrew was so easy to tease, but she wanted to see what he could do. When he suggested she lay down on top of him, she thought about it for a second. It has been nothing but nice to her, so why not? "It does sound more mutual and interactive." Sapphire moved over to him then got up, kissing him softly for a few seconds before pulling away. She turned away from him and got on top of him, her eyes facing the long length of his cock. "Wow..." Once she realized what she had to do, she softly licked his member, her tongue running up and down the length. She moaned softly at the taste before wrapping her lips around the head. Slowly, she began to suck, her tongue swirling around the swollen head teasingly. Her years of service to the village taught her enough to know how to pleasure any man. They were mostly the same. Sapphire had to bring out her best, however for Andrew. He was special.___________________Acclaim blushed deeply as she exposed her chest to Thomas. When he whispered in her ear, she bit her lip and told herself once more to focus on saving herself for someone else. She gasped when his head went down where he began to suck on one of her nipples. "T-Thomas..." she moaned, clenching her jaw as his hand went down in her pants. She had to do something to make sure he knew she didn't want to go too fast. When Thomas began rubbing her pussy from the fabric of her panties, she groaned and rolled her hips slowly. Once he moved up towards her clit, Acclaim moaned loudly and wrapped her arms around his neck. "T-this is my first time. Can we take it slow? What if I did something for you now?" She winked and focused on keeping her mind on the mission. It was hard given this felt so good right now. "You seem to like him," Andrew spoke to Sapphire in a teasing way as she said wow to his member. He felt how her breasts, which were about a D were pressing against his body as well before she licked. Andrew didn't do anything until the point that she took his head in and swirled her tongue around it. "MMM... You are doing a great job!" He complimented her before he started to lick her pussy lips now. With his hand he went towards her clit, rubbing her there. Of course, he knew how to please a woman, and it seemed like she was putting in a lot of effort so he was going to return the favor to her. Oh, he loved the taste that she had, and he just pushed his tongue against her flesh harder, his tongue teasingly going over it. Hell, he hadn't been aroused like this in a long time, most girls just were bad in bed and this girl seemed to really know what she was doing and more important, where all of this was going to.___________________"But you seemed to enjoy it," he replied after that she told him to take it slow. "But well... I wouldn't mind you using your breasts or hands on my friend down there if you really want to take it slow." Thomas was a bit disappointed, and it was hearable in his voice. "I would like to see you naked though... And if it wouldn't be too much of trouble I wouldn't mind either masturbating you some more or even using my mouth to please you," Thomas looked at her, smiling, not moving his hand away from her pants, no, that was just not done, he was going to try and keep his hand there as long as he could, and she would have to move it away if she really wanted it. "You call it a? Aww. That's so cute." Sapphire giggled and continued to lick him. Her breasts were rubbing against his lower abdomen. Andrew tasted so good, and she wanted more. Taking him just in her mouth wouldn't do. She had to have him inside of her soon. It was going to be hard for her to suck him without telling him she wanted him. She groaned as he began to lick her sensitive lips then rubbing her sensitive nub. She rocked her hips towards his tongue as he really began licking her. Furthermore, she took more of him, her lips widening for the thick length of him. Sapphire also began sucking a little harder, getting a real taste of him. For a younger man, he certainly knew how to pleasure her. He must've been popular back where he came from. Up here, he would be real famous.__________________________Acclaim needed a moment to catch her breath. "I was enjoying it..." It was hard for her to think of reasons of why she needed a break. She could tell he was disappointed, maybe hoping she was putting out a little more. Acclaim clenched her jaw, but she hid it from him. "I think I could use my hand. I want it to be my turn now." She smiled, her big blue eyes giving him a pleading look. She pulled away from him, pushing his hand out as she began to undo his pants. When she unbuttoned them and unzipped them, she pulled them down to his knees with his boxers. Her eyes widened at the sight of her first cock. "Wow. I didn't know that's what they looked like." Acclaim blushed deeply and wrapped her hand around it, the throbbing member hot in her hand. Slowly, she began to stroke him, waiting for the right moment to begin asking him questions. "I think he is big enough for that title," he joked. When she wrapped more of his member inside of her mouth, Andrew started to moan against her flesh, continuing to lick her. Some more precut was coming out of his member, ready to be licked away by her. While he continued to rub her clitoris, he applied a bit more pressure on it while he used his free hand to caress her butt cheek. "Your lips feel so soft against my skin," Andrew moaned out before focusing on pleasuring her again. He then gave her a little spank on her butt cheek, before giving a harder spank. Oh, what did he love the taste of her womanhood and the skin of her butt felt so soft in his hands, which were a bit rough from all the work he had done.__________________________"Well... Okay," Thomas replied when she looked at him, wanting it to be her turn right now. He looked at how she worked his pants and boxers down. By the way she did it, he could tell that she never did it before, but it was adorable seeing how he did her best on doing it really well. "If it wouldn't be," he started before he felt her hand wrapping around his 9-inch member, which wasn't really thick but also not thin, "too much of trouble, could you do it while you're naked?" He wanted to see how she was looking in total and maybe, he could find a way to touch her lips and clit again or at least, make her touch herself while she was giving him a hand job. As she was stroking his member, a bit of precut covered the head. "If you want, you can taste it," he said, hoping to convince her in doing more as she seemed to be reluctant about going further in his opinion, but he didn't take her to his place for just a hand job, no, he wanted to fill her up to be honest. Sapphire had to admit Andrew was funny. He still seemed a little immature, but so did every man she has been with. She rocked her hips against his tongue as she tasted dribbles of his precut on her tongue. If he tasted this good before he actually came, she wondered how good he tasted. Unfortunately, she could only be here for a night. She had other work to do. Sapphire moaned and felt his hand caressing her ass. It felt so good, and she began rolling her hips even more, feeling him apply more pressure on her clit. When he spanked her, she moaned and jumped slightly since she was a little surprised. After a while, she pulled away and turned around to face him. "I want to feel you inside of me, Andrew." She said as she ran her hands down his chest. "Don't you want your big friend to be inside of me?"______________________Acclaim could still sense he was more or less disappointed, but she wanted to show him she could do something as well. As she worked his pants and boxers down, she came up with a plan in her head. How was she going to get him talking? Well, she had his cock in her hand. He would be in pain if she happened to do something. Acclaim looked up at Thomas as he asked to see her naked again. She smiled and stood up, working her pants off with her panties. "Like this?" She smiled and got back on her knees, wrapping her hand on his member. She began to stroke him, still formulating a plan in her head. "Taste it?" Acclaim thought about it before taking a small lick. "Ooh. You know what..." She tightened her grip on his member and sat up, her hand still holding him. "How about you tell me about this special project?" Andrew laughed as he saw her jump up a bit as he spanked her. "Sure, I wouldn't mind feeling you around me," he said with a smile. Sapphire had shocked him a little bit though as she just pulled away, he hadn't even brought her to an orgasm yet! He was a bit disappointed about that though but well... She wanted it like this it seems so he wasn't going to complain about it. "So, how do you want it, Milady?" He asked in a playful and joking way as he looked at her, feeling her saliva on his member still. Damn, this girl looked so hot. He still felt her hands on his chest, touching his skin and he laid his hands on hers, rubbing her soft hands in a gentle way.______________________Thomas looked at the naked body of Acclaim, figuring he was the first one to see her completely. "Yes... Like that," he said as he felt her hand wrapping around his member and starting to stroke him. "And yes, why don't you taste -" but before he could finish her sentence, she said something and took his member with a tighter grip, which actually hurt him. "No! I can't tell you anything about it," he defended his cause at first, but it started to hurt more and more with the second before Thomas eventually broke and looked down in pain. "Okay! Fine!" He shouted. "The project is called the Prophecy Project, and it's about finding the children off the prophecy and finding out how they receive their powers... I used to be in charge of splitting the children apart." He then looked at her in pain. "And after I did that, I was in charge of the research to... find a way... to either take the powers away eventually or to find a way to copy them..." The Prophecy Project, that was the name. "But a plain human like you doesn't understand anyhow!" Sapphire looked back at him and smiled. She had to feel him inside of her. It was going to be amazing once they slept together. It was upsetting that she only got to spend the night with him. If she wasn't pregnant and working, she would gladly join him in his journey to find his sister. When she pulled away, she could tell he was surprised. He was expecting them to go for a while until they both came from each other's stimulation. "I want you in my tight little butt first. We can go from there." She rocked her hips back, rubbing her ass against his erect cock. She moaned as she felt her sensitive nerves tingling from the excitement of getting laid tonight.__________________Acclaim smiled at Thomas. He should be proud he got to see her naked. It wasn't everyday she undressed for everybody. In fact, she didn't think she would ever again. This was to get back on the mission. He was simply helping her, right? She looked at him as she tightened her grip. When he denied knowing anything about the project, she squeezed a little harder. She could tell he was really in pain, but that didn't bother her much. He had to know she was being serious. Acclaim listened to him give away the details. She narrowed her eyes to see if he was lying. He didn't seem to be. He was in so much pain, so he had no reason to lie to her. "Plain human?" She laughed and let go of his precious member. She raised her hand, and the water in a cup on his nightstand rose up. "I'm plain? Is that all I am to you, Thomas? Plain?" She turned her wrist to the side and froze the water, creating sharp icicles aimed at him. "Tell me. Do you know who my brother is? I need his name. Don't lie to me, or these are going through you. Don't think about trying to make a move or anything either." Andrew felt how his member slid between her butt cheeks, his shaft going over he butthole. His erection became painful just by thinking about taking her in the ass. He had looked at her butt and well... It was so close to perfect in his eyes, the best he had seen so far. When she moaned, he looked up and smiled. Andrew moved his head closer towards her and gave her a kiss on her lips. "So, you want to feel it in your butt?" He asked, pretending to be thinking about it. "Well... Okay. I can live with that." He laughed as he said that and gave her another kiss. "Do you want to be on top?" He asked that question as she was on top of him still, rubbing his shaft by rocking her hips back.__________________"I just wanted to f-," he started to reply, but he quickly stopped when he saw the water coming out of the cup. Thomas was scared, and he didn't reply when she asked for a second time. He looked at how the water became ice, and he looked back at her when she asked for more information. "There is intel on the twins we separated," Thomas sighed. "It's in the drawer of my closet there." He pointed to a wooden closet which had a lock on it. "And before you ask, the key is in the vase on top of the closet..." He had wrapped his hand around his member as it had hurt him quite a lot. He had been tortured before as part of his training but never with something like she did, and thus he wasn't able to withstand it. There was some good news though, if he would live through it, he could tell the information to the Messengers and that information would go directly towards the King. And if that happened, it would start. The hunt could be on then as they would have the true identities of the twins. Sapphire needed him bad. She knew he probably wouldn't last in her ass before switching to her dripping wet pussy. It seemed that being pregnant turned him on even more. Thankfully, Andrew came after she found out she was. She grinned as she felt his cock running over her tight backdoor. It wasn't often some guy would fuck her there. It was a good chance to have Andrew be one of her first ones back there. "I do want to feel it. You'll be one of the first ones to fuck me in my ass." She moaned as he kissed her. "I don't mind." She raised her hips and gave him a trusting look. She slowly lowered herself, groaning in pain softly as she felt his cock push into her. "God. I forgot how much this hurt." She laughed and looked at him, kissing him to dull the pain as he pushed further into her.________________________There was one thing Acclaim hated the most. That was being underestimated because she was a pretty girl. Everyone thought she was helpless and needed someone to do everything for her. She listened to him give her information about what he did. "So, names?" She asked as she placed the water back in the cup. She was going to keep a close eye on him. Acclaim knew what he was going to do. It might be important to make him forget or help him forget this night. She looked at the vase on top of the closet. "How am I going to reach that?" She only stood 5'3. There was no way she was getting that. She found a step stool in the room and climbed it, grabbing the key from the vase. She unlocked the closet then pulled out the drawer, seeing papers about twins. Furthermore, she looked through the papers then saw her name along with a boy's name. "Andrew. Thank you." Acclaim turned to him and punch him square in the nose. "Don't you tell anyone about this. I will come back for you after I kill the King." She grabbed her clothes, put them on quickly, then left his house. She was going to miss this nice mansion. "That's great," he replied as he heard that he was one of the first with who she has anal sex. But then Andrew felt how Sapphire managed to get his cock inside of her butthole, in a way he had never even thought that was possible as the only girl that had taken him in the butt while being on top had to do it in a reverse cowgirl position. A moan escaped his lips rather fast. "Does it really hurt?" He asked, caring about her, but then he saw her laughing a bit and feeling her lips touch his again. He made their tongues dance while his cock worked his way inside of her butthole, until she had taken his entire length inside of her. Damn, this girl surely knew what she was doing as well... He had both the length and thickness which were on the huge side of lengths and thicknesses.________________________Thomas remained quiet for most of the time now as he was scared and ashamed that a girl like Acclaim had overpowered him. Yes, she was the girl of The Prophecy but still... He looked down the entire time until he heard a stool move and a drawer opening. "Come back to me? What for?" He asked as he saw her getting dressed, before leaving the mansion, hoping that she would maybe shout the answer as she was leaving. When she left though, he quickly got dressed and made a mess of the house, making it look like somebody broke in. Then he ran towards the house of the Messengers, explaining what had happened and giving a brief but also a bit of false description of Acclaim as he didn't want to let something happen to her... No, he would be the one that would do something to her if he would find her. A grin appeared on his smile as one of the Messengers left, going towards the King. Andrew was lucky that Sapphire thought he was good enough to have her in her ass. That should make him egotistical, and it didn't bother her at all. Instead, she rocked her hips slowly to ease the pain as she took him inside of her ass. It felt so good. She had forgotten how good this felt. At least she had him to experience this with. She smiled as she kissed him, her hands resting on his chest. "It does hurt, but it goes away pretty fast. Plus, kissing helps me forget about it." Once he was fully inside of her, she began moving her hips up and down. She moaned, her head spinning at how good this felt. It felt so good, too good. "I change my mind. I need you in my pussy, Andrew." She pulled away and go on the bed, getting on her hands and knees. "I want you to fuck me."_______________Acclaim kept thinking about the name. Andrew. She grabbed her bag on the way out before running out of the mansion. Punching him in the nose wouldn't deter him from going to the Messenger's house. She quickly ran down the path as she pulled on her jacket. She had to keep moving now. It made no sense to stay the night here with Thomas here. The girl turned down the road and began walking. Maybe she would find a house on the outskirts of town to stay in for the night. She ran a hand through her black hair as she scanned the area for somewhere to stay. After about a good mile, she saw light coming from the woods. "A cabin." She checked behind her to make sure no one was following her and began walking through the woods towards the light. When she reached it, she knocked on the door and a couple answered the door. "Hello. My name is Era. I need somewhere to stay for the night. I have money. Furthermore, I'll pay for the night." She told them, giving them a false name. When they told her she could stay the night, she fished out three Rems and gave it to them. She walked in and found an empty room. She shut the door then took off her clothes, putting on a pair of night clothes. Once she was ready, she groaned and sit down, looking at her body. She felt so dirty now that she was touched. "It was for the mission." She sighed then found a piece of paper and a pen. She wrote down her brother's name then placed it in her bag before climbing under the covers to sleep. He smiled when she said that it went over fast as it meant that he wasn't making the experience too painful for her. He listened to her moans, feeling how she moved her hips up and down while Andrew moaned himself, but then it happened. "Are you serious?" He asked, feeling her move off his cock and getting on hands and knees. Of course, he wasn't going to say no to that invitation. He kneeled behind her and rubbed his cock over her pussy lips first before he started to push in, his big member filling the pussy with Sapphire. He didn't hold back from the start as he worked himself in completely before gently thrusting inside of her._______________Guards were running around in the city while Acclaim left and luckily for her, she didn't meet any of them on her way out. She was also lucky that the couple, Matthew and Erika, had no affiliation with the village in a way like Thomas. They just lived there. The house was from Matthew's ancestors. When Acclaim went to her room, Matthew knocked on the door. "I was wondering if you wanted to eat or drink something before you went to sleep. You seemed exhausting," he spoke from the other side of the door. Matthew was quite small for his age as he was 35, but he was friendly. He was a ginger, with a very pale skin. "I could either bring it or you could come to the kitchen if you want." He then figured that money might be a problem for her so he quickly added that she wouldn't have to pay for it. By now, Sapphire was used to the pain. It had dulled significantly while she moved her hips. The pain was nonexistent however once she pulled away. It had obviously surprised Andrew, but that didn't stop him from taking her invitation. "I am serious. I want you to fuck my pussy, Andrew. I need it badly." She smiled and looked back at him. She winked to remind him that she was allowing him to do this with her. When he started to push in, she moaned and rocked her hips to him. "Ooh, Andrew." She moaned and closed her eyes to enjoy the feeling of his cock inside of her pussy. It was a definitely more pleasurable experience than getting her ass fucked.__________________Acclaim left just in time before the guards decided to do a sweep of the village. Luckily, the house she managed to find had nothing to do with the village. It was outside the walls, so it didn't matter to the guards. They had no control over the people that lived here. Acclaim sat in her room as she came up with another plan. She had to continue walking south tomorrow. The next village was a day's walk. She had to leave right when the sun came up. When she heard the knock at the door, she looked up and listened to the husband speak. "Oh. Thank you. I'll come to the kitchen in a minute. Thank you for telling me." She took a moment to make herself look not so disheveled. She opened the door and walked down the steps to the kitchen. "It smells good." He knew that she had been taking different men as she was a prostitute but yet, it felt quite tight which made him think that he actually was the biggest she had been taking and that her pussy hadn't been stretched like this before. "So, never taken something like this before?" Andrew asked in a teasing way as he went harder with every thrust until the point that he was pounding Sapphire her pussy as hard as he could, disappearing in the depths of her hole. The pace had taken could be harder, but he liked it like this, it wouldn't push him over the limit to fast, but it also wouldn't make it last forever until he could fill up the pregnant girl with his semen.__________________"See you in a bit then," Matthew replied and went downstairs to help his wife, Elizabeth, finishing with the rest of the food. They had prepared a soup with a lot of vegetables and herbs in it, and they also had some potatoes with pork meat. Together they made the table and placed the food on it as Acclaim come down. "I'm glad that you like the scent," Elizabeth replied to Acclaim, and she sat down while Matthew took some different bottles and placed them on the table. There was a big bottle of beer, a bottle of juice, soda and water. He briefly disappeared into the living area where he returned from with a bottle of wine. "Feel free to take whatever you want to take," he told her and sat down as well, placing the bottle on the table. Both of them waited for Acclaim to take her food and drinks first. He was the biggest she had ever taken. Most of the men in the village were nowhere near this size. A small portion was about four inches smaller than him, but even then they didn't do this to her. She loved how big he was. He fit perfectly and more. "Never. You're the biggest. I don't think I can go back to anyone after this. I might have to, however." She laughed and moaned louder with each thrust. "Oh, God..." She moaned and rocked her hips back to meet his hard thrusts. Sapphire looked back at him and smiled. "I can't wait for you to cum inside of me. It's going to be so different."_________________Acclaim had to gain the courage to go downstairs. They didn't mind her staying with them. They even made food for her. It made her feel so good. She had people trust her. They never knew who she was until today. Here she was staying in their house and eating their food. When she came downstairs, she smiled at the wife. She watched Matthew take out bottles of wine, beer, soda, water, and juice. For a cabin in the woods, they definitely had a lot of stuff. She smiled and sat down across from them. She took the ladle and poured herself a bowl of the vegetable soup with pork. "This reminds me of home, but instead of pork, we'd have moose or chicken." Acclaim laughed and grabbed a bottle of soda. Andrew laughed a bit as Sapphire said that she couldn't go back to anyone else after this, it made him feel happy in some way though. "I'm happy that you like it that much," he said and thanked her with one slap on each of her buttocks. "Yes... Moan for me..." he said in a seductive way as he went a bit harder again, using the full length and thickness of his member to work inside of her. He even moved to the sides a bit. "Yes? You want me to cum inside of you?" He asked, teasing her. The sex they had right now was not only based on pure sex but also on teasing, at least, to him, it was like that. Andrew wanted to wish that Sapphire wasn't a prostitute so that they could spend more time together, but it was the decision she had made in the past, and it just wouldn't work that well for him, he'd say, but he was going to try and make the leap anyhow. "Do you prefer to stay here to work and all or ...?" He didn't finish his sentence as he hoped she would make the link._________________"Oh, so you are more from the North than?" Matthew asked as Acclaim told them that it reminded her of home. "But we are happy that it reminds you of home in some way," Elizabeth added with a smile on her face, she really was pleased with that. Matthew filled his bowl and the bowel of Elizabeth with some of the soup as well, and they started to eat. "So, what are your plans? We mostly don't have visitors here so to be honest, we are quite curious why you are passing through, especially here," Matthew asked, "but you don't have to tell if you don't want us to know of course. It's just a question." They both smiled towards her and Elizabeth filled her glass with some red wine while Matthew took a bottle of beer and opened it up and drank from it. Sapphire knew she wanted to go with him wherever his journey took him. As much as she loved Andrew, she couldn't go with him. Her life was here. She was pregnant, and she wasn't made for something like that. She looked back at him and moaned louder, grinning as she did what he asked. Furthermore, she dug her nails into the bed as he began to fuck her harder. "Of course I do. I want nothing more than for you to fill me up. Please, Andrew." Sapphire moaned seductively and gave him a sexy, pleading look. When asked her another question, she had to think about it. "I can't leave. I want to go with you so bad, but I can't. I'm pregnant, and I want to raise him or her here."______________"Yes I am. It's much warmer down here than up there." She smiled as she began to eat her soup. It tasted so different from hers back home. However, it tasted just as good. She smiled at Elizabeth. Acclaim realized the older woman was so nice and very mother like. "My plans? I'm trying to find my brother. I believe he's further south. Furthermore, I came from the village right there. Furthermore, I had to get out as soon as I can. Furthermore, I did bring some kind of trouble there." She shrugged and began eating more. "Excuse me for eating like a pig. I haven't eaten anything this good in a while." She took a swig from her bottle of soda. "I'll fill you up soon enough," he said with a teasing laugh, continuing to thrust inside of her. How she looked at him, with her seductive moans, were starting to become too much for him as his level of arousal started to increase because of it. But then, she replied on her question about joining her and Andrew looked disappointed towards Sapphire. "Well... I understand. Too bad though... Could you stay until the morning though?" He asked, right before filling Sapphire her pussy up as he was at the deepest he could get, his cum clutching against her insides before his member slowly went less erected but didn't lose his erection completely as he pulled out. Andrew laid down next to her, his member covered with his cum and her juices. "I have to give it to you, you are the best I ever had," he said with a smile. He just stared at her after that. "How much did I owe you again? You made me forget about it."__________"Do you need anything before you leave? And when are you going to leave? Just tell me if you need something. We can give you some of our clothes so you can adjust to the changing temperatures. We have been in the South quite a lot, so I'm sure you can find something in it," Matthew happily replied as he continued to eat and drink. "It's okay, just do as you would do at home, we don't mind," Elizabeth replied with a laugh when Acclaim excused herself for eating like a pig. Matthew finished his bowl and took a plate, laying down some mashed potatoes with a piece of meat before preparing a plate for Elizabeth as well. "You also want some mashed potatoes?" He asked as he smiled towards Acclaim. "Don't take too long. I might get impatient." She teased, moaning louder as he continued to thrust inside of her. She was getting closer and closer to cumming. Furthermore, she was looking forward to having one of her best orgasms in a while. Only guys who really knew her and knew how to fuck could make her cum. Andrew was one of the few. She looked back at him and saw that he was upset. Sapphire bit her lip and smiled. "I don't mind staying the night. It wouldn't hurt." She said right before she felt her wall tighten around his cock. She cried out and moaned loudly, feeling his cock beginning to fill her up. Once he pulled out, she laid down beside him, smiling as he began speaking. "Really? You're so sweet. The same goes for you." She laid on her side and raised an eyebrow. "7 Rems, but I'll bump it down to 5 for you."____________"Extra clothes, food. Just the simple things. I have a couple of coins, but I don't want to run out. Plus, they're Northern currency. I don't want to look out of place of course. I plan on leaving tomorrow at dusk. Furthermore, I like to walk as far as I can during the day. Furthermore, I've heard the South gets hot. Furthermore, I've never left the North, but I think it'll be fun." Acclaim smiled and finished her bowl, still a little hungry. She didn't want to look too embarrassing. "I would like some, thank you." She offered her plate and let him place two scoops of mashed potatoes before she set it front of her. She quickly dug in, enjoying the meal the provided. He had felt how her walls had tightened around his member, and it had made him happy as it was clear now that she had also enjoyed it. When she mentioned that she would bump the payment she had to get down to 5 Rems from 7, he stood up and took it. "Here you go," he said before Andrew handed it over to Sapphire and laid down again. He laid so that she could cuddle up against him if she wanted to. "I'm happy that I came here," he told her as he looked at her, his eyes going over her with a smile. "I hope you enjoyed it as much as I did." Deep inside, he felt a bit bad though. The first girl he really wanted to be together with for a longer period of time, happened to be doing this as a job. It was frustrating and deep inside, he felt some pain, but he tried his best to hide that. He closed his eyes for a second and a sigh escaped his lips. Maybe it was better this way as he could focus on his mission, starting again tomorrow.______"Okay. We'll prepare some things for you with clothes and food before we go to bed. The food will be cooled, but you can just take it out when you leave, if we would happen to still be asleep," Elizabeth spoke to her with a smile. "Don't bother about the money though. We'll even give you some of what we have, as long as you promise you come pay us a visit when you found your brother!" Matthew said while he gave her the plate with the mashed potatoes. "Do you also want some meat with your potatoes?" He asked her before he placed the plate in front of her so she could start already. As she laid down next to him, Sapphire thought about what would happen now that she laid with Andrew. Nothing would really be the same. She would constantly think about him. Maybe he would come back after his journey to find his sister. She would like to meet the sister of this man. She took the 5 Rems and smiled and placed it in a bag by her clothes. Furthermore, she curled up next to him, her back pressed up against his back. "I did. I'm really going to miss you once you leave," she sighed and thought for a second. "I'm really going to miss you." She kissed his cheek then closed her eyes to fall asleep. When the sun began to peak over the horizon, Sapphire woke and quietly got up, getting dressed quickly. She wrote a note telling him how much she loved him for making her feel special. Then, she was gone._____________"Thank you. You all are so kind." Acclaim smiled and listened to Elizabeth. It seemed like she was the first visitor they had in a while. Maybe their very first one. They lived all the way up here in the woods. No one would normally see a cabin in the woods like this. "I'll definitely come visit again." She took her plate of mashed potatoes and begin to dig in. "No, thank you. I'm fine." She smiled and quickly finished it. Taking her bottle of soda, she stood up. "I think I'm going to go to bed early tonight. I'm tired. Thank you for the wonderful meal." Acclaim nodded her head then walked up the stairs to her bedroom for the night. Accalia shut the door and locked it, not wanting them to be snooping around. She quickly laid down and turned off the lights, going to sleep. When the morning came, she found about 50 Rems on the table along with some clothes. Acclaim smiled then grabbed them, putting on her clothes. One she was done getting dressed and everything was repacked, she opened the door quietly then walked downstairs. She opened the fridge and grabbed the pack of food Elizabeth had packed for her. Acclaim took it then quickly went out the door to begin her journey. Andrew smiled when Sapphire said she would miss him, he was sure he was going to miss her as well. He felt her lips touching his skin before she closed her eyes. When he woke up, he noticed that she was gone, and he stood up and stared out of the window. "I knew it was happening, and yet I wasn't prepared completely," he talked to himself and a sigh came from between his lips. Slowly, he started to get his own clothes and made sure he was dressed, cleaning up the room a bit and taking some things that he thought he could use away from the room and put those in his bags. He walked downstairs, into the bar section and laid the key there and his journey continued. On to the next place, which hopefully would give him more information about where his sister would be. He left the building and walked towards the gate.____"Have a good night rest," they told her after she finished eating and before she went to bed. They were happy to have seen somebody as lovingly as her, and they were happy that they could help her out with some simple things. When they woke up in the morning, they noticed that she had left and that she had taken everything that they had prepared for her. They hoped that she would succeed in her mission, and they were waiting to see her as she had told them that she would come again. Their life continued from that point as if nothing happened, they went to the city at first, hearing stories about The Prophecy again as the Messengers had left that specific town. After Sapphire had left the inn above the bar, she went to go find the other girl that worked the village with her, Natalia. She knew her friend had information about the Prophecy. Andrew had said his sister was up North and that is where Natalia is from. "Natalia! I need you to help me. Before he leaves, the guy I was with. I need you to tell him about everything you know about a girl that look like him." Sapphire explained. Natalia raised an eyebrow and nodded. "Whatever I guess." She walked off then saw him walking towards the gate. She jogged to him and grabbed his shoulder. "Hey. Sapphire told me you were looking for someone that could be your sister," Natalia started. "I know her. Her name is Acclaim. She has long black hair and piercing blue eyes. She's short. Just go North, and you'll find her." She smiled then walked off before he could speak.________________Acclaim was thankful to get out of the cabin. After what happened between her and Thomas, she had to get away. She had a terrible feeling that this wasn't going to go away very easily. She took a deep breath and walked through the trees, dodging the slapping branches. Furthermore, she had to get to the Southern villages soon. The sooner she found her brother, the sooner she could get away from Thomas. He seemed possessive and downright scary. He had connections to some serious people that worked for the king. Andrew was walking towards the gate as he felt a hand on his shoulder. He was startled a little bit as he hadn't seen that one coming of course, and he turned around, seeing a girl. The information gave him a big smile on his face, especially since she had told that Sapphire was the one who told her that. But before he could even thank her, she started to walk away so the best thing he could think of was shouting. "Thank you!" He shouted to her before he turned around again and started to walk through the gates. He knew that he had to go for quite a long walk towards the North but unlike the other regions, the South and the North didn't have that many villages in between. His journey continued, walking through some big forests to end up at a small cabin or a farm. He didn't stay on those places though, he mostly just asked if he could eat and drink something or refresh himself so that he wouldn't get sick due to not taking care of himself. He had also passed through a small village, but he wasn't planning on staying there, just to eat a bit. Every time he saw a person though, he asked if they had some information on a girl which he described with the information he got from the girl that Sapphire had sent to him but no luck so far so he left. Around the time that the night fell, he saw a village, and he started to run a bit. Jogging towards the gates and entering the village. The guards didn't ask him for any information or anything else so he could freely enter. When he was in, he started to look for Acclaim and if he didn't find her here, he had to stay here for the night as it would just be too dark to continue. He had not a lot of information about this place, but he had heard that it was a dangerous place, especially at night. Andrew started to look around, looking for somebody who suited the description or if somebody had seen her. This village wasn't in the furthest depths of the North, but he figured it would be okay to start from already as he went to deep without paying attention, he could end up missing her as he had no information about what she was doing. Acclaim remembered all the information she had gotten from Thomas. It made her feel a little extra powerful that she had overpowered someone like him. However, beating up someone as important as him did have its consequences. For instance, he could be sending the Army to find her right now. The thought of being captured or hurt scared her, but she knew once she found her brother, things would be okay. She took a deep breath as she walked over the hills to get further South. Thing seemed like they would be all right. Things would fall into place. Acclaim and her brother would take down the King and start a revolution. As she walked, she came up multiple farms and cabins. Occasionally, she would stop by one and ask for food or water. When you had looks and big doe eyes on your side, it was hard for anyone to say no to her. She would spend no more than 30 minutes at each place. She had to get to the next village before the evening. Acclaim knew there was one more village past the first one. That was where she would spend the night. It would bring her closer to her brother. She went through the first village, asking around if they had seen a boy that looked like her, but older and taller. No one had information on him. They all wished her luck, and she continued walking south. When night fell, she had been in the second village for a little more than two hours. She spent the time asking around if they had seen someone by the name of Andrew. No one did, but most of them said they have seen him around town asking about the same thing but the opposite. It gave her hope that this long journey would be soon coming to an end. Acclaim was walking through an alley between a bar and an inn. That was when she heard footsteps behind her. She turned around quickly and saw three men. She clenched her jaw and began backing up quickly. Then, she felt someone on her back, grabbing her arms. Acclaim trembled and looked around for any sources of water. Being in the south, there weren't many puddles. "H-hey. I'm not from here. I don't want any trouble. Furthermore, I'm just...walking through town." She tried reasoning. Andrew walked inside the inn as soon as he saw it, and he started to ask inside there are people who have seen her or even know her. There were mixed responses as most of the people were drunk there so he didn't know if the information was legit. He asked for a drink from the bartender and drank it up quite fast before he walked outside again, going to look further to find Acclaim. A sigh escaped his lips and he saw a few men walk into the alley in between. He didn't pay any attention to it as he sat down in front of the bar, on the ground, looking up to the sky. For some reason, Andrew's attention was drawn to the sky a lot, being it for the sun or for the moon. He didn't really understand why, but he didn't mind it, he loved looking at it as it was such a beautiful part of the nature. He heard some voices from the alley as he was staring up, but he couldn't really make something out of it. Furthermore, he sighed another time as he thought of how far he had come to find his sister and he still hadn't found her. Was it impossible? No... It couldn't be! He had to do it. He knew she was alive because multiple people told him that they had seen her so it would be weird if all of them lied at the same time. Or not? He just hoped he would find her... And looking at the sky, gave him hope again. Acclaim knew she was screwed. She had gotten herself in a terrible situation all over again. The prophecy never said anything about the girl finding trouble. Maybe it was her personality or her looks. Guys just thought she was too innocent and weak on her own. They loved exposing that. She experienced it all her life, but she could always beat them up back home. Here, she was stranded. Acclaim was a lost baby deer in the middle of a dark forest. She cried out in pain as she was thrown to the ground before they started spreading her legs apart. "I like my girls young. You're just right..." One of them said while he began tearing her clothes off. Accalia screamed and started kicking out her legs, catching one in the nose. "Help! Please! Somebody help me!" She shrieked before she felt a foot kick her side twice. She coughed hard and sobbed as they pulled off her clothes, their hands grabbing at her body. Acclaim turned her eyes towards the sky, thinking that this was going to be the time she lost her virginity. She didn't imagine it to go like this. "Please...somebody help." She started at the moon and tried thinking of better things than this. "Please..." Andrew was looking up, not aware of what was happening in the alley. But then he heard a voice, which was quite weak as it seemed to come from the back of the alley. His eyes went towards the alley before going towards the sky and something just burned inside of him. Andrew stood up and slowly walked towards the alley, seeing what was happening. He then shouted out loud, walking further into the alley, and a small light started to fill the alley before it turned into a blinding light for a brief second. In that small period, Andrew had run towards the girl and the men, pinning the guy against the wall and his hands shining. His knuckles were covered by a layer of light as he gave the man a hard punch on his cheek. Due to the cover on his knuckles, a wound appeared on the face of the man and blood started to stream down his hand. "Are you okay?" He asked as he threw the man away and positioned herself between the men and the girl, who he didn't know who she was... "Can you act as my eyes while I'm in the fight?" He looked back a bit and smiled before standing back in an offensive position while holding a defensive position over her. Acclaim struggled and cried out, feeling their hands over her body. She already dealt with Thomas, and she was uncomfortable with that. This was much time worse. She was scared. She heard zippers beginning to unzip, and she freaked out. Acclaim kicked out in frustration and screamed again for help. Since no one was answering, she thought no one was going to help. How did people not hear her? She thought her screams were loud. Then, there was a bright light that filled the alley. She felt a strong feeling run through her body. Like something good was happening. During the blinding light, she was blinded unlike the men. She could see perfectly. She backed up and quickly pulled her clothes back on, shaking as she watched the man fight the others. Her eyes widened as she looked at his hands. "Fire..." Acclaim realized at that moment who he was. She gasped and looked at him, her blue eyes wide and in shock. "Y-yeah." The girl smiled and stood up, finding a source of water nearby. She moved her fingers and created a stream of water to flow from her hand. She held it in her hand away from his sight. Furthermore, she wanted him to see it when he was done. "To your left!" "Okay," he replied as he saw her standing up and looked around before he heard that he had to watch his left. He quickly turned around as he was watching his right at that point and with incredible speed he gave the guy a punch in his face. The fast speed created some small flames behind his hands as he did that, and he smiled when he saw the impact it had, as the man flew away for a bit. Then, he went from defensive towards an offensive position and just started to move towards them, hitting them with his enlightened hands until all of them weren't able to stand up again. Blood was covering the ground and his hands as he stood there, exhausted a bit as it cost him quite some effort and energy to use his powers in a fight like this. The group stood up and ran off as fast as they could and then Andrew looked at Acclaim. "Are you sure you are okay?" He asked as he pulled off his shirt, revealing his chest to her and handed the shirt over. "I think you can use it more to cover yourself up," he said with a smile. Acclaim watched with amazement as he fought the group of guys. He was amazing. He was nearly perfect. However, he would be perfect once she joined up with him in their fighting skills. He made her feel safe now that he was here. She didn't have to worry anymore. She smiled and blushed deeply when Andrew came over to her, handing her his shirt. Acclaim looked at his chest, studying his muscles. "I'm fine." She dropped the stream of water before pulling on the shirt. "I'm Acclaim." She held out her hand, a ball of water floating on her palm. "I believe I might be your sister." Her eyes brightened as she said it, hoping he would think the same thing and have a good reaction. "I'm glad that you are okay," he said before he heard the name Acclaim. He remembered that the girl sent by Sapphire told him about his sister being called Acclaim. Andrew looked a bit shocked, and he just stared at her when she showed the ball of water. "Yes... I think you might be..." Out of all places where he could meet her, he wasn't expecting to meet her here and especially not in this kind of situation. "How about we go somewhere else? So you can get yourself a shower... I have spare clothes as well if you don't have anything yourself," Andrew told her as he looked at her with a weak smile on his face. Was this really happening? He still couldn't get a hold of the thought right now. Acclaim was scared to see what his reaction was. Would he freak out, or would he be happy? As far as she knew, she would be ecstatic if she found her long-lost brother, and she was. They met through a bad situation, but he saved her. That was all she scared about. Acclaim softly and bit her lip nervously. He was being a little put-off. "Yeah. I think there's an inn nearby somewhere." She smiled and pulled the surrounding shirt tighter. She felt a little self-conscious since he saw her naked in their first meeting. "I'll lead." Turning, she began to walk ahead to a large inn where they could blend in. Andrew nodded when she told him about the inn and that she would lead the way, and he followed her towards it. They walked into the inn and as she was barely covered, he told her that he would get the keys to a room, and thus he merged into the crowd to get the keys to a room as he figured she could better take a shower first and change her clothes. He struggled a bit to find his way back as the inn was really filled, and he was lucky that he had the last room that wasn't taken. The other people that were there for a show that was going to start in half an hour, but Andrew wasn't really interested in that to be honest. When he arrived back at Acclaim, he smiled. "I got the keys," he told her and smiled. Acclaim was slightly nervous. How was this going to work out? He saw her naked, so it was going to be awkward sharing a room. He did save her from a terrible situation. Acclaim thought about telling Andrew about Thomas. He would be coming back for her. When Andrew told her to wait to the side, she nodded and waited by the stairs. The inn seemed to be filled with the brim with people. They were here for some kind of show or event. This town certainly had character, and it made her smile that this had a completely different atmosphere than outside. Acclaim saw Andrew come over with the keys. "Awesome. Do you know what floor we're on?" She asked as she began walking up the stairs. "Yes. First floor, first hallway, second room," he explained to her as they walked up the stairs together, and then he leads her the way towards the room where they were going to be staying for now. Andrew unlocked the door and walked in, waited for her to enter the room as well, and then he locked the door again as he didn't want any visitors right now. The room was really nice, it had two big beds inside of it, a coach and a television. There also were two doors inside the room, one that had the symbol of a bathroom on it and the other seemed to resemble a closet but with a normal door inside of it so that you could walk in and out of it. "Do you have stuff to change? Then you can take a shower," Andrew told her with a smile on his face before he sat down on one of the two beds. "One of the beds is a bit broke through and that's why I could get this room cheaper," he told her. "That's pretty easy to remember." Acclaim smiled and walked up the stairs with him. It was quiet, but it wasn't awkward or anything. She ran a hand through her hair and walked through the first floor hallway. Once she walked in the room, she turned on the lights to see what the room looked like. It looked pretty nice. It had two nice beds, a couch, and a TV. Thankfully, there were two beds, so they didn't have to share one. "Yeah. I managed to pack clothe before I left my village." She opened her bag and pulled out a pair of sleeping clothes before opening the door to the bathroom. "Will someone be able to sleep on the broken one, or do we have to share a bed?" Acclaim asked before walking into the bathroom to take a shower. Taking a shower didn't take long. She just scrubbed her body of the feeling of being touched by Thomas and the men from earlier. "That's good," he told, and he looked at how his sister picked out some clothes to sleep in before she walked towards the door of the bathroom. "I'll look at the bed while you shower," he replied with a smile and walked towards the bed as she Acclaim disappeared into the bathroom. While she was under the water, he laid down and saw how badly the bed was broken, and he noticed that only one could sleep on it if he or she would stay on one side of the bed plus he didn't have the right equipment to fix it right here. He crawled from beneath the bed again and sat down in the couch and turned on the television. There wasn't a lot on television so he just turned on some show that was on and stared to the screen. Andrew didn't know what they were going to do now that probably one bed would be good for use, but he would sleep in the couch, he thought. While Acclaim took a shower, she thought about everything that happened these past few days. She walked for more than 10 miles in total, she met a good-looking guy who she had to unfortunately fight, and she was almost raped. So far, it was better than she expected. Acclaim had thoughts of being lost in the middle of the cold woods, but that didn't happen. Instead, she was in a warm inn with her brother. When she was done, she dried off then got out of the shower to put on her clothes. Once she was done changing, she walked outside with her hair wet but not dripping. "Hey, Andrew. How's the bed?" She asked as she said beside him on the couch. It felt so good to be reunited with him. "The bed is in quite a bad state, but I can't fix it," he replied before Andrew look up to Acclaim. He smiled a bit as he saw his sister, looking better now as she was dressed nicely and also looked refreshed. "I don't have the materials here plus it'd still take quite some time if I had," he added. He stood up. "But I'll sleep on the couch, I'd say so that you can sleep on the bed," he smiled a bit more now, and he walked towards her to give her a hug. "I'm so happy that I found you," he whispered while he pressed himself against her, sharing their first hug together now. Acclaim was hoping the bed would be good for a night to sleep on, but Andrew made it clear that it wasn't going to be fixed in a timely manner. The younger sister sighed and shrugged. "You don't have to sleep on the couch. We could share the one bed if you like. Plus, I've gotten quite lonely during my journey." She smiled softly and looked up at him as he came to her. Acclaim wrapped her arms around his waist as well and smiled. "Me, too." Looking up at him, she smiled and kissed his cheek before pulling away and jumping on the good bed. "Time to get comfortable." He smiled at her when she told him that he didn't have to sleep on the bed. "Yes, journeys can be exhausting and lonesome," Andrew said before he felt her arms wrapping around his waist and her lips touching his cheek. He was so happy that he found his sister back. When she jumped on the bed, he took his bag and walked into the bathroom. "Quickly going to change," he replied before closing the door. Inside the bathroom, he changed into a (sweatpants) and a shirt. Normally, he would sleep in his boxers, but he figured that this would be better. He opened the door again and jumped on the bed next to her. "Now I can get comfortable," he said with a smile. She loved how loving he was being to her. He seemed so nice and warm. That was exactly what she wanted and needed from someone right now. Acclaim smiled and rested her head on his shoulder briefly before she jumped on the bed. She laughed and waited for him to change, playing with the thread on her blanket. Acclaim had some to think about her life and how things were going to go now. She looked at him as he came over and jumped on the bed beside her. "Good. We need to relax." She laughed and laid down, pulling him down beside her. She blushed slightly and laid her had on his chest. "Thank you so much." "Yes, relaxing sounds good," he said while laying down next to her before feeling her hand touching his chest and he looked at her. "Why thank me? We found each other and I just did what a brother had to do, right? Protecting his sister no matter what," he said with a smile on his face before laying his hand on hers, and he just looked at her, his eyes staring at hers. "Now we are back together, nobody can take us apart, I'll make sure of that," Andrew promised. For some reason, he just kept looking at her still, and he couldn't explain why. In some way, it made him feel a bit uncomfortable, but it also gave a comfortable feeling at the same time so he was struggling a bit about what to do now so he tried to break the eye contact by looking a little bit down. Acclaim could see the two of them spending a couple of days together to get used to one another. They had to know what one another could do and what their personalities were like. She smiled softly and blushed, hearing him be protective of her. He just met her, and he was being so nice and...comforting. It made her feel warm inside knowing someone had her back. She smiled and looked up at him, looking into his blue eyes that looked just like hers. Acclaim felt something in her chest that told her something good had to happen soon. She could see the same look in his eyes that she had. She slowly leaned in, her lips close to his. "Andrew..." It wasn't planned, and it wasn't his intention either but when she leaned into him and both of their lips came closer, he couldn't stop it even though he knew it was wrong what was going to happen. His lips touched hers and a kiss between long-lost siblings started as he moved his hand on her back now and closed his eyes as he slowly opened his mouth and his tongue touched the flesh of her lips. "Acclaim..." Andrew mumbled against her lips as he was lost at the moment, hoping that it would never end, and he was filled with only good and strong feelings right now as his hand rubbed her back. Never in her lifetime did she think she had the courage to do something like that. Here they are in the same bed together beginning to kiss each other. It mostly surprised her that she was doing this, but Acclaim was also happy. It made her warm inside knowing that she had someone she could trust to do this wish. She kissed him harder, hearing him whisper her name against her lips. Acclaim gasped and moaned softly, wrapping her arms around his neck as well as draping her legs on his waist. She lightly bit his lip before welcoming his tongue into her mouth. With a deep breath, she moved her hands under his shirt, feeling his toned torso.

The Prophecy [Nature & SweetNothings]|rating:3.0

A Tale of Two Sides

Here is the IC thread for my campaign. Roll Call! If the spoiler doesn't have you name on it, don't read it. If you read it anyway, don't metagame with it. MAJOR PLOT MOVEMENT!!!!!!!!!all:Spoiler Hide Man #2: It was not my fault he... (cuts him off short) Man: Silence! I have had enough of your failures! All you do is fail me! Are the troops ready? Man #2: Yes. Man: Good. What about our little Irish friend? Man #2: He is traveling to Bali's as we speak. The northern tribes represent no threat to us. Man: Good. Then all is preceding as planned. Go. (Man #2 turns to leave) Man: And Balaton... Do not fail me again. Balaton: Yes father. there's you little taste. Now I'm doing a roll call. We shall start once everyone posts saying that they are here. KellenWithout a doubt Bali's was the city of hustle and bustle that Kellen remembered from his youth. He stood languidly against a street corner, paging through a small book, occasionally glancing toward the massive throngs of life writhing throughout the metropolis. Where shall I venture today? Taking a small dagger from beneath his cloak Kellen places it on the ground and with a firm twist sets it to spinning. Gal EighthbladeGeil holds his battleaxe, Agaziburk, before him, facing the simple practice dummy and focused, trying to sense the other dummies around him, each representing an ally or an enemy. A battle was never just a man and his enemy, and the Eighth blades had developed their techniques accordingly. Gal shifted his weight and stepped forward, slashing at the dummy with his axe, cutting the straw across its chest. With a sudden twist, he spun the axe around, leaving a splintered mark across the wood representing the dummy's shoulder. Geil stepped closer and examined the second mark, nodding in approval. It wouldn't be a lasting wound, but that wasn't the goal. The small cut would be a painful one, which would cause most enemies to drop their guard slightly. Long enough for allies to press the advantage, at least." Time to go," Gal admitted to himself, returning Agaziburk to his holster behind his shoulder. Strapping his shield to his backpack and throwing onto his back, he headed out into the Bali's. KharosThe hulking figure is attracting a great many hostile stares, but it does not seem to mind. It wanders aimlessly through the city of Bali's, searching for a lead. It frequently enters taverns and other gathering places (to more stares), asking the populace in general for news from beyond the Lost Valley, or questioning where he can find the"chief 'round here". It would probably have been thrown out each time, if anyone dared approach it. But how many people will manhandle a fully-grown, battle-scarred, heavily-armed half-orc? ______Moving through the throngs of people going in the busty of the marketplace, the construct listens to the cries of hawkers, the chatter of the of passing couples, and the rhythm of the city. Through the sense of peace and relief long deserved and still fresh, it searches for any rumors and noises of disquiet, worrying disturbances in the practiced movements of the everyday. Later, it will head towards the library near the university, to research into history and possible links from the past to the current rumors. But now, in the light, is the time for research of a different kind, listening to these strange and wondrous, unpredictable creatures, and to find its place among them. Maestro Maestro short, measured strides bore him steadily through the throng of the great unwashed. He kept his curved bow in hand, unwilling to trust it being jostled about behind him. Bad enough that the new rapier was banging at his hip. The silver-skinned elf took the occasional startled glances of the proles in stride. Their curiosity was natural, forgivable. All that mattered was his goal. He was nearly to the university, where he would be able to arrange to settle in for a short while, the better to search out possible magical clues to that new spell...but more on that when he got there. Here was a sight even rarer than himself - an automaton, a living construct, moving ahead of him through the crowd, and seemingly bent on the same destination. Interesting. Perhaps today would be...interesting. As each of you wander throughout the city, guards pass nearby and stop each of you, asking the same question. Are you adventurers? If so meet at the palace gates at 6 pm sharp. Dress nicely. With that, they leave you alone and hand you an invitation which reads as follows:Dear Sir or Madam, I may have need of your personal service. If you was so kind as to meet me for dinner at 6:30 pm in the megaton, I would be happy to explain the details in person, as it is unsafe to talk in letters. The rewards shall be copious, I promise you that. Dinner and entertainment shall be provided. Please show this letter to the guards at the palace gates at 6pm. Please do not be late. Signed, You highness, ~ The King ~ ______Giving up it quiet hunt for rumors as futile (as it found that it was nearly always the topic of conversations it passed), the construct slips the kings invitation into it's backpack and heads to the library to finish off the rest of the afternoon. It leaves the library early, to ensure it won't be late, and arrives before the palace at 5:50. Once there it politely proffers the invitation to the only soldier taking its presence in stride. Spoiler Hide I'll be posting rolls and mechanics in spoilers unless there is somewhere else you'd like them. And do we have an IOC thread? Gather Information - (1d20+1)[17] Knowledge: History - (1d20+6)[19] Knowledge: Religion - (1d20+6)[11] Rolls to see what I might glean in the library. Maestro Maestro simply nodded to the guard's odd questions. He paused for a moment to read the curious note. Clearly, if the king was taking time to hand-write notes to strangers, this was serious. Maestro sought out a quiet corner of a tavern, perhaps with a bit of light from a window, the better to pull out a book to read up on this king. When he finished, he ordered a tea and spent a bit of time in reverie, thinking of his home. And all that had been lost in the war. Gathering his thoughts and his bow, Maestro turned his step towards the palace, where awaited an appointment with, if not destiny, at least its harbinger. Spoiler Hide Pausing for a Knowledge Nobility check (1d20+8)[27] to see what he might already have heard about the king. KharosThe half-orc stares a while at the letter. Writing is something of a novelty to him, but he understands the message and makes sure to turn up outside the Palace by six o'clock, showing the letter to the guards to make them put their annoying swords away. While he waits, the orc kneels on the ground outside the gates to shamelessly praise Glorious One-Eye, whose holy symbol hangs prominently from the creature's neck. Spoiler Hide MammonAzrael, I think you mean 5:45. 6:30 is when we'll meet the King, but we have to be at the gate by 6:00. History nobility was stuffy about its waiting times. Maestro Approaching the gates, bow still in hand, Maestro stops suddenly, a deep inhalation the only outwards sign of his shock. An orc had penetrated the city, and was poised just outside the gates, ready to......to pray? Baris would take some getting used to. Forcing himself to lower the bow, and to step nonchalantly past the creature, proffering his invitation to the guard. Galvan accepts the not with a nod. It seemed like an unusual summons, but it wasn't one Gal wouldn't miss. Geil arrived promptly at the gates that evening, taking careful measure of the others at the gate before approaching the guards and presenting his invitation. KellenKellen watches the spinning dagger until the momentum it carried was lost. North, the dagger pointed. With a quick snatch Kellen whips the dagger back into his cloak and begins a leisurely northern walk. For near an hour Kellen made causal observations of the peoples of Bali's. He sighed, despite the war and his long absence from his hometown, the people of Bali's remained unchanged in their ways. Intending to return to his home and consider his options Kellen makes an about-face and in an instant his mind changes. A being composed entirely of metal, a construct he recalled, was simply walking down the road." Intriguing,"he whispers to himself. Filled with purpose Kellen begins following the strange creature as it wanders throughout Bali's. Simply watching it as it was accosted by a guard, receiving some sort of paper, Kellen knew that the causal observations of this specimen must be documented. Reaching for his pen Kellen curses himself for not being adequately prepared. Quickly making his way to the guard Kellen takes an invitation and allows himself the smallest of smiles as he reads it. At the appointed time Kellen arrives at the palace gate, his quarry within sight. After handing his invitation to the guard Kellen stood back and simply observed and this time Kellen was prepared.(With pen, ink and parchment mind you!) Spoiler Hide Hmm... what does Kellen really know of constructs... Knowledge: Arcane (1d20+13)[16] Knowledge: Arcane (Int + Rank + Skill Trick: Collector of Stories) Also can we get an IOC thread please for those of you who studied in the library all day, its really common knowledge.all:Spoiler Hide Bartholomew Liaison, successor of Alexander Liaison, who slayed Balaton in the war. No citizen of Bali's would ever say anything bad against his name. He is a fair and just king, governing when needed, and making sure not to overdo it too much. He is liked by everybody and is said to have a cheerful manner about him. For constructs:Spoiler Hide You know that they were made from the beginning of Balaton's War, and were continually improved. The latest models barely saw any battle action, but all are programmed to take orders from anyone loyal to the King of Bali's, the elves or dwarfs, as long as they recognize that he or she is a leader. You also know that they never rest or eat, and were the perfect to counter to the restless undead who neither needed food nor rest. As you arrive at the gate, you notice you aren't the only ones there. Other adventurers stand nearby, each with his or her own invitation. Many stare at the construct and the orc, each drawing attention to themselves, rumors and whispers spreading about. At about five till six, the guard speaks. Glad you all could make it. I'll have Brutus here accompany you to the megaton. He says this as he points to a nearby servant who looks half terrified of the guests that arrived. This way. Brutus says weakly and obediently everyone follows. As you enter the courtyard, a few people gasp. Such a beautiful sight is before you. Fountains tall as two men spray water high into the air. Lush trees and rose bushes are in full bloom before the palace. The lawn is well attended to, and servants scurry around with a purpose. As you enter the front doors, a few people let out low whistles. The palace seemed small from afar, but it was exactly opposite of that. The ceiling reached over 50 feet high, and grand columns standing 30 feet high are inlaid with gold, silver, and gems of all assortments. The tile is freshly polished and has a shine to it as if no one ever walked on it before. Don't stray. Brutus says as he leads you through more halls turning here and there. At last, he brings you to the megaton, and it isn't as splendid as some thought it would be. It was spacious for a normal adventurer, although this might be cramped by a king's standard. Across the hall, a table is set up with a variety of food, and all around the room are jugglers, entertainers, and storytellers practicing. As they notice you, most stop and stare. The orc is drawing attention to himself again. All around the room, are tables enough to seat 8 people to each table. More than enough tables for all of you.IOC: Appreciated Spoiler Hide I probably won't make an IOC unless you really want me too. I rarely check the IOC thread, and really you can just post anything in here if you need something. I check this more often than not. If by all means you can't stand the idea of not having an IOC thread, then I'll make it just for you. Just tell me. On another note, I need books. My friends have failed me. I asked for an e-mail of the books they have, and none have responded so far. So if any of you can please a dm without any books isn't a very good dm. If someone could send an e-mail or a link to a website that I could download the books, I would appreciate it. Thank you. List: PHB I/II Monster Manuals Completes DMG I/II Bed any other that someone used in their character creation. wfyda@aol.com (please don't send me Trojans or the like) Maestro Maestro is slightly nonplussed that the orc is included in the invitation, but says nothing, and shows...almost nothing. The silver-skinned elf's eyes flare red, briefly. No more. He is fascinated by the construct, having heard of them in action but not yet seen one up close. As they enter the Megaton, Maestro looks around at the other four with him, and at the plethora of entertainments and foods. Instinctively, he begins to pace off the room's perimeter, keeping an eye out for anything untoward. He smiles faintly at the entertainers and servants, and then ignores them. Finally, he comes to rest at a smaller table, selecting a single piece of fruit, and begins to munch...watching the others carefully. Spoiler Hide Not that I think there'll be anything, but he's effectively trying to spot any strangeness in entertainers, any hidden elements to the room. And just because he's paranoid, doesn't mean he's any good at it! Spot (1d20+2)[22] Sense Motive (1d20)[11] ______As it follows Brutus into the Megaton, the construct examines the other guests that have been summoned, presumably for the same reason. An odd mix, especially the half-orc priest, but no stranger than some other companions it has spent time with. Once inside the Megaton, it finds an unoccupied spot near a corner that offers a good view of the room and it's entrances, and stands there politely. It watches the others invited here, with little more than initial notice of the various entertainers sprinkled about the room. It remains fairly quiet, but will respond if addressed, and waits patiently for the king to arrive. Spoiler Hide Religion check to see if it recognizes Groups's holy symbol, and how much it knows of the deity and it's followers. Knowledge: Religion - (1d20+6)[19] KellenKellen, a short lithe man in his mid-twenties, enters the Megaton and quickly spots the construct, apparently alone, in a corner. Many religious symbols jingle around his neck as Kellen strides to one of the smaller tables, his earthen toned cloak flapping noiselessly in his wake. Kellen takes a seat across from an odd looking elf and places his writing implements in front of him. He attempts to look nonchalant as he begins the usual process and starts sketching the creature. Spoiler Hide Profession Artist: (1d20+1)[17] Galvan studies each of the room's occupants in turn before turning his attention to the doors. He human shuffles for a moment, fiddling with his dark brown hair for a moment and brushing imagined dirt off his attire." There's no point in wasting his time," he says after a few moments. "I assume you are all here under a similar invitation as I received. Given the apparent importance of the summons, I doubt we are expected to work individually. We may as well get to know each other and see how our strengths may complement each other in what ever this endeavor turns out to be. Please, feel free to announce yourselves and what trade it is you bring to the table." As for me, I am Gal Eighth blade. It has long been my family's duty to organize and motivate men, to push them to new heights and achievements. I've devoted my life to continuing this calling and I assure you that if you will hearken to my voice in times of need, you will find success much easier to reach. Our combine efforts will take you to heights greater than either of us could alone." With that proclamation, he nods to the others and takes a set at the table, his brown eyes alert and awaiting someone else to continue the introductions. I was going to continue to today, but since Gal wants to do introductions, I'll wait until tomorrow. IOC: He... well nothing else seemed to be going on. I have nothing against being interrupted... Maestro Maestro turns to Gal as he speaks, but does not rise. As a silence grows after his speech, the elf's eyebrow initially arches, but then settles. His voice is soft. You may call me Maestro. I am a student of the arcane. KharosThe orc stares around at the finery, entirely out of his depth. It takes him a moment to notice the man speaking." Trade? Charts is above trades. Charts is Chosen of the One-Eyed God, He-Who-Watches, He-Who-Never-Sleeps, the great Groups." Spoiler Hide IOC: Forgive me the clichéd 3rd-person-speech. ______Gazing impassively at Gal as he speaks, the construct says nothing, and gives away nothing. Once the elf introduces himself, in a notably more succinct manner, and the orc proclaims his questionable loyalties, it turns to look at the last member of their gathering, the curious man that glances at it frequently between scribbling something upon some parchment. It looks at Gal, and a deep voice, with a slight, metallic echo, built for carrying long distances and easily heard over the pandemonium of battle, issues forth from where it's mouth would be in a soft thunder,"I kill the dead, so the living may prosper." Turning its head back toward the man and his paper, its voice carries a difficult to distinguish tint to it, that a careful listener would most likely classify as something akin to amusement,"And you can simply ask if you have questions." Spoiler Hide Did my Knowledge: Religion check tell me anything about Groups or Charts? Knowledge: Religion - (1d20+6)[19] This check is to see what I might recognize or glean from the multitude of religious symbols around Kellen's neck. KellenKellen simply stares as the construct lumbers toward the small table where the rather eclectic group seems to have gathered. He finishes up the drawing adding details he had failed to notice when it was the creature was further away. He stands, drawing completed, blowing gently on the paper hoping to dry the ink to avoid smudges." Is there a name I should address you by?" Kellen says as he walks directly to the construct handing him the completed drawing,"Would you say this is an accurate rendition?" Kellen turns towards the others giving them a glance that would suggest he was appraising them; the same glance someone appraising a horse at market would. An elf, an orc, a construct and a human. This will be most informative.(your human right Mantid?)" I am Kellen. A researcher by trade." He says blandly, and with as much disinterest as he can manage, which isn't much at all. Mammon:Spoiler Hide You know that Groups is an evil God and his symbol is represented by one eye. You also know that he is the god of ____ and ____ (cant remember what they are. As you guys introduce yourself, a site settles about the room and everyone quiets. You soon realize why, the King has taken the stand. He looks like a figure who has bore the burden of power. He carries his shoulders tall and proud, and it seems as if he has a commanding presence and powerful area around him. Furthermore, he stares silently at the adventurers, his eye lingering on your table for a little longer than would seem appropriate. Welcome!the King says in a loud voice as it carries across the room. I have brought you here today for there is a great need in this world. The Artifact of Balaton must be recovered. The undead are stirring again, and it is only time before they ravage our land yet again. I am paying any adventurer that brings the artifact back, or proof that they have helped our cause by slaying undead. As he is speaking the doors are thrown open, and in staggers are messenger as he reins/walks politely toward the King. Upon seeing him, all eyes turn toward him and the King frowns. As he gets close up to him, the messenger whispers something. Everyone was silent in the room, and as the message was whispered, the King's face blanched. He turned once more to you. WE have a problem he says lightly. Undead are heading toward the city, and shall be here within the hour. For every undead slain, I shall pay you handsomely. To arms!he cries out, and everyone in the room roars. The King hurries out and adventurers file out of the room quickly, and all with a purpose. You have an hour to plan and prepare. Hellenes everyone rushes out of the Megaton Kellen quickly stands up and leaving his group behind struggles against the mob heading for the door. Kellen tries to spot the messenger that was, moments ago, speaking with the king. If he can Kellen will make every effort to grab the messenger before he can leave." Don't let the messenger leave,"Kellen calls out before disappearing into the mad rush of the mob. Spoiler Hide Spot(1d20+7)[14] The King left with the messenger and guards through the back way. Maestro Maestro smiles quizzically, and turns to Gal. This...is a fascinating kingdom. Does this often happen here? He is already slipping his curved bow off of his back and testing its pull, patting to confirm the placement of his quiver. It sounds as if the King had intended the five of us to work together on a larger project. Perhaps we could see this, ah, incursion, as an opportunity to become more familiar with each other. May I suggest that we move towards the walls as we talk. Depending on how many of these undead there are... I may need more arrows. Taking up a large apple, he quickly drops it into his bag, and is heading for the back door, following the king, the courtiers, and Kellen. ______ "The dead are common everywhere in these times. Though I am troubled to hear they followed mere hours behind me. They must be allowed no further." With that, the construct swiftly heads toward the southern wall to meet with the commander there and to offer its services, bidding the other four to follow. Spoiler Hide I'm assuming that I'll know my way around the city, especially Bali's' defenses, since it's pretty much what I was built for. KharosThe orc bellows and stamps the loudest of the lot, but makes no move to join the throng at the door. Instead, he picks out the group that seem to him the highest-ranked among the adventurers - a construct, an elf, and two human men, to judge by the speed they were leaving - and joins them. After all, he is Chosen of One-Eye; surely the only place for him in a battle is among the command, and the command is always at the rear. Gal"[COLOR="RGB(160, 82, 45)"]Yes, [/COLOR]" the man says, "we should hurry to the city walls. Hopefully the guards are getting the defense ready, and we can find out how we can best aid against this attack." Geil unfastens his shield from his backpack and slings it onto his arm as he heads out the door and toward the Southern most city gate. I apologize for the very long delay in between posts. I am currently moving stuff into my new house, and just finally brought over the computer, and GIMP just wasn't working with me until now. On other news, I shall wait until after Spring Break is over to start the campaign again. I shall be busy unpacking all sorts of things during the week. Sorry for any incontinence. Fair enough. See you then! Here we go! As your group prepares to proceed outside, a guard comes to you. Orc friend. Your kind has not been seen on these plains for a very long time. It cannot be good when an orc comes into Bali's. The King wishes to speak to you. He glances at the rest of you. If you are traveling with the orc, you too may come. Yes go to the king or go help with the defense? KharosThe orc looks around, surprised." King speak with Charts? ... In middle of battle?" I wanted to speak to the King... And now the King has come to me... But surely the killing is more important?he thinks to himself. Unsure how to treat this situation in a human land, he looks to the rest of the mismatched group he has joined, watching their reactions. ______Having faith that the king would not have called the orc and his "companions" if there were a true emergency at the wall, the construct turns and waits silently to follow the guard while keeping an eye on the orc. Charts: As you look at the surrounding group, only the construct turns around and looks at you. It stays silent though. The rest of the group turns around, but they have a glazed overlook in their eyes.IOC:Spoiler Hide WHERE ARE MY PLAYERS????!??!?!!?!??? Spoiler Hide Oops, though I posted here yesterday... must have gotten distracted before hitting the submit button. Galvan regards the solider for a moment before turning to the orc. "Although our swords would help at the city walls," he says at last, "I, for one, will accompany you if you wish me to. Declining the king's request would be unwise; if he suspects you, you would only place yourself under more suspicion." Maestro Maestro declines to be identified as "with" the orc, Maestro simply shrugs at Charts, and continues off to defend the walls. KellenKellen turns, he wasn't interested in the fighting, if his king needed to speak with Charts and his companions, Kellen would come. It wasn't that Kellen wouldn't fight when there was need, rather he would like to get the most information about what exactly they would be fighting first, and the king would be the perfect person for that." Maestro, wait," he calls softly,"Don't be hasty, parlaying with royalty might be a once in a lifetime opportunity." Don't worry MOD. He just gets to miss out on all the fun. As your group follows the guard, only Maestro leaves. Group:Spoiler Hide The guard takes you into the backroom. Inside is a smaller chamber that is filled with seats. Currently, they are being taken up by what look like officers and commanders. As you enter all eyes shift to you and some linger. The king notices your entrance too. Stopping a short moment for their attention to shift back to him. You have a seat as he continues speaking. It is your job to hold off the eastern entrance he says as he points to someone. The main force of the skeletons are going to come from the South, that is where we need most of our army. How goes the plan Douglass? He asks. As he says this, you notice that there is a map of the city behind him. It is of considerable size, and next to the map of the city is a map of the castle. It is about 2,000 yards long and has a square base. In the north-west corner is the women's quarters and the north-east corner contains the men's sleeping quarters. In front of the women's quarters are the public and private bathing place for men and women alike. In front of the men's quarters are the training ground and stables for nobles who are training to become Knights. In the North and center of the castle are the megatons where you are currently. In the south section of the castle is the servants section and the kitchen. The city is laid out into eight quadrants. N-NW-W, etc. There are four main gates into the city, one from each direction N, E,W, S, and one main gate into the castle from the South. Just then, a man stands up from the crowd and speaks. The citizens of Bali's have been warned of the impending attack and are advised to either abandon or barricade their homes. Most of them are currently in the process of doing so. There shouldn't be very many civilian casualties if any at all. The King nods, and finally he turns and says Orc friend! Tell us what your purpose is here? Please note that we hold no ill will against you, but it is an odd convince that the undead shall attack the same day an orc arrives in our city. And who are these strange friends that accompany you? Silence follows as everyone waits for someone to speak. Maestro:Spoiler Hide You leave with the rest of the crowd and follow. You deduce that the undead are most likely to attack from the South since that is the fastest approach to Bali's. You see citizens nailing boards and locking doors or fleeing their homes toward the northern end of the city. Furthermore, you got an hour to do what you want to do and where you want to go. Enjoy. KharosThe orc draws himself up importantly." Kharos is summoned by god!"he declares dramatically." Great Groups say, Army of Death rise again, and, uh, all-eye-once of Good not enough, and not even orcs safe, and, and Charts is chosen to help stop second War." Grinning at the dramatic effect he is sure this will have, he gestures dismissively at the group." These just adventurers. Charts stand with them because they look important. Elf left." He looks slightly confused at this last point, but he passes it off as unimportant. Spoiler Hide Whispers start running across the room at the mention of the great army of undead rises again. As soon as Charts finishes speaking, pandemonium breaks loose. SILENCE! The king shouts over them and within seconds everyone sits back down. A little perturbed at what he said but nonetheless, they heed their king. After he makes sure there will be no more outbursts, the King speaks to you. Those are strong accusations you make Charts. Is there any proof that the army of undead rises again? A vision is not very likely evidence to go on. A man shouts from the crowd But the undead are attacking Bali's! What more proof do you need!? The King glares at him, and he sits back down. We cannot dismiss this. Send word to the dwarfs and the elves. They must know about this. As for us, we must defend Bali sat the moment, least it falls into undead hands. Charts, Do what you will. We shall talk again when we have more time. With that, everyone is dismissed and disappears. You guys have a choice. You can defend one of five places. N, E, W, or South gate, or the gate to the castle. Or you can just roam around killing guys. Please decide. Once you decide which place you will be, then I will post specifics. KellenKellen glances about as those assembled by the king leave. He looks slightly perplexed by the situation and suddenly his eyes grow wide,"We need to make a decision quickly, I must secure my family's safety before the fighting begins, I will meet you all at whichever gate is chosen," Kellen glances anxiously for the door. Spoiler Hide Knowledge Local (1d20+8)[18] To know where the best place to hide said family in the city would be. Maestro Maestro begins sketching out the city's southern fortifications, the better to figure out where to place himself, as a capable archer, in order to maximize his utility against the undead. He also seeks out representatives of the guard to try to convince him to let him have several additional clusters of arrows - human arrows, admittedly, but one does what one can in a pinch. Finally, he plans out an escape route to use once the undead are within about 6o' of the walls, that he may draw back and continue to be of use. Gal studies the map of the city on the wall. "Most of the fighting will happen in the south," he says, thinking to himself aloud as much as addressing those around him. "Most of the soldiers, adventurers, and mercenaries are sure to be there. Skirmishes are sure to happen to the east and west, I have no doubt, and could become a major front should the undead try to flank us." Gal tap his chin as he continues to consider the situation. "We don't know the size of the incoming force... if the norther gate is taken, this can easily become a siege. They may also try to sneak a force in from the north into the city..." Geil regards his companions. "I doubt this group is much for taking orders from soldiers. We might only be in the way in the more organized defenses in the south. We may be best heading to the north gate to make sure it is secure, them moving out and around the city till we can strike at the enemy's flanks, although it will be a long march..." Gal nods to Kellen. "I can understand if you are reluctant to leave the city. "Well, at any rate, I will help wherever we decide to go. We will stand a better chance together." ______ "The human has the right of it. Most of you appear to operate more efficiently in smaller groups than general legions. The Northern Gate will be defended lightest, and give us the best chance to slip around the enemies flanks to approach them from the rear. Glancing at the map briefly, it continues,"With any luck, we will be able to take out their commander, should one be present, and behead this monster, reducing the rabble outside the walls to mindless corpses without direction. Come, I know the way to the walls." With that, the automaton turns, and leaves the room, moving at a slow pace to ensure that no one is left behind. KellenKellen nods to the construct and Gal before racing for the door,"I will meet you at the north gate then,"He says in a rush. Kellen didn't want to leave, but the situation called for him to be more valiant than the previous war had allowed. Spending all those years trapped with the dwarves in their mountains Kellen hadn't been able to help his family; now that he had the opportunity he wasn't going to waste it. After leaving the castle Kellen makes his way through the chaos that is the streets. Single-minded in his purpose, Kellen avoids any and all obstacles, making his way carefully to the manor house that his parents lived in. sorry for the long post. Weekends don't work well with me. I'll post tomorrow afternoon what happens. KharosThe orc nods with a nasty grin on its face, gripping its unholy symbol." North. Closest to lands of One-Eye." Kellen:Spoiler Hide After the group decides to defend the North gate, you quickly head to you father's estate. You manage to navigate your way through Bali's efficiently even though it's been quite a few years since you were ls there. Yet in less than 10 minutes, your at home, or at least what used to be home for you. The outside looks exactly the same. The dull gray paint on the outside, the nicely furnished lawn, windows clean and the sills are spotless white. The front door is made of oak and is decorated nicely. Upon your approach the head-servant notices your approach. Upon entering the grounds, his worried face looks relieved. Master Mar stock! Finally, you have returned. Your family is waiting for you. We were all worried. The servants have your belongings packed. We must leave for the time being and hurry. He grabs your arm and hurries you toward the family. Following the edge of the garden, you come to the back gate and everyone is standing there, with the servants carrying the bags. There is a great sigh of relief as you approach. What do you want to do? Group:Spoiler Hide Kellen heads off mysteriously and tells you that he will meet you at the North gate. You head off with the construct leading the way. It moves at a quick pace everyone can keep up at. About 15 minutes later, after traveling with the crowd northward, you arrive at the gate. As suspected it is minimally defended. The undead might have an easy time if they attacked with enough force this way. Upon arrival, a commander spots you and says Are you here to help defend the gate? He asks. Maestro:Spoiler Hide The walls are heavily defended and are almost 50ft high. The gate has been shut into the inner city, and it would take a lot of force to break through, especially with the amount of warriors guarding the South gate. You manage to get your hands on 40 extra arrows. The commander has you placed with the other archers, 5-10 on each rooftop. About 3–4 swordsmen are guarding the entrance to the stairs. So the spot is relatively safe. If need be, you can drop to the building next to you quite easily. Only 10 ft. and go down those stars. No archers or swordsman are positioned there since it's not a very good position to be at unless the undead break through. Now you can do whatever you want or wait. Maestro Ensconced at his wallop position, Maestro slips one sheaf of arrows into his pack and sets the others in easy reach on the parapet. He nods at the fortifications, which seem solid and well-maintained - at least to his untutored eye. To relieve the tension of waiting, Maestro works his usual charm on the archer posted next to him. I am Maestro. And you? So...was this attack expected? No one spotted the horde of undead shambling towards the city? Galvan nods to the commander. "We came to make sure these gates were secure," he replies. "If no enemies seem to threaten this gate, however, we will be moving outside the city to scout for and, if possible, eliminate any undead that may be moving toward this entrance." Kellen: the safest place would be inside the castle, and only nobles can get in though. Group:Spoiler Hide A wave of relief washes over the man as he sighs. Thank god. He says We are lightly defended and need all the help we can get. If enough undead pressed this gate, we would have trouble stopping them once they got inside. Archers shall work the walls and swordsmen shall stay at the gate. If any of you are spell casters, go where you are needed. With that he rushes off. ______Nodding to the captain before he runs off, the construct turns and heads towards the main gates. Once there, it turns to the companions still with it." Should the walls stay quite, we should slip out of the gates and make our way quietly to the west. The sun is setting, and it will be harder for the lookouts to spot a sortie from that direction. We should then follow the wall, eliminating any threats we happen across. With luck, we may make be able to flank this horde and find the force behind this unexpected invasion." Kellen"Mother, Father, I have only come for my horse and to see you all off to safety. I believe the castle will accept you." Kellen says while clumsily mounting his horse,"Unfortunately I cannot be with you, I have found a small group that is dedicating themselves to the defense of the city. I know you will object, but to see you safe I must see the city safe and my abilities will be of no use watching the battle from on high in the castle." Regardless of his family's objections Kellen will escort them, bodily if necessary to the castle gates and then make his way on to the north gate. Turning towards the north gate,"I pray to see you all after the battle." He calls over his shoulder the numerous religious symbols clanking and jingling against his neck. As he rides off he is glad that the sun is to his left; though he cannot ride off into the sunset, he is pleased that he is not blinded by the light.(IOC Yay for implied nobility in character background!) will post tomorrow. Today's my birthday. Yes it is, I'm not lying. So until then. ((Well, ok. But only if you save some cake for us! Oh, and happy birthday, I suppose.)) Happy birthday! Congratulations on slashing another 365.25 days from your remaining life span! Thank you. Anyway... previously on...ah screw it. Kellen: Your family arrives at the castle with plenty of time to spare, and are accepted, if somewhat reluctantly. You head off toward the North gate. Group:Spoiler Hide You guys spot Kellen coming and nod to him. You inform him of your plan and what will happen if this or that happens. 30 minutes later, the sounds of battle have reached the South gate. Another 10 minutes and the archers on top of the walls spot incoming undead. Tell me where you are at the moment. Floor walls, gate, or something similar to that effect. And roll initiative. Maestro:Spoiler Hide Bruce the archers says, kind of reluctant to talk and has a frown upon his face. In the coming distance, you can see dust rising off the plains. 20 minutes later, you start firing arrows off into the undead below who are trying to breach the gate. Although you notice that for an assault, there seems to be pitifully little undead to mount any strong opposition. Could they go around and come from the North? And if they break through? You see some undead go around to the W and E gate but other than that, the undead are having trouble breaking down the gate. What do you want to do? Gal stands ready at the gate, Agaziburk, his dwarves forged battleaxe held ready. As the horns sounds Gal starts to shout encouraging words to those around him, doing his best to move them in position to resist the enemy attacks while protecting themselves.((Activating the auras: Demand Fortitude and Motivate Care. All "allies", including Gal himself, with a line of effect within 60' who can hear him receive a +2 circumstance bonus to fortitude and a +1 circumstance bonus to AC)) KellenUpon reaching the site of battle Kellen positions himself on top of the walls to begin firing on the undead below. However, Kellen's first round of combat does not include any actual firing, instead he does the only sensible thing and reaches for a good book. Hps: 22/22AC: 17 (w/modifiers from Gal)Inspiration Points 4/4Spoiler Hide Initiative (1d20+5)[11] Move Action: Retrieve Tome of World Memory from his breast pocket. Standard Action: Read book and gain a +5 bonuses on a knowledge check. Knowledge: Region [Roll]1d20+18[Roll] On undead sighted. (8 Ranks/Int + 5 Tome of World Memory +5 Skill Trick: Collector of Stories) KellenGrrr stupid forgetfulness of "/"s! Move Action:Retrieve Tome of World Memory from his breast pocket. Standard Action:Read book and gain a +5 bonuses on a knowledge check. Knowledge: Region(1d20+18)[31]On undead sighted.(8 Ranks/Int + 5 Tome of World Memory +5 Skill Trick: Collector of Stories) Maestro Nodding to Bruce, Maestro picks up any unused arrows and heads down the stairs. He begins jogging through the streets towards the north end of the city, sensing that this direct assault may have been a feint of some kind. ______ "They come quickly! Prepare, everyone, and we shall smash these vile things into the dust so they may rest once more!" Spoiler Hide HP: 35/35 AC: 24 (10+9Armor+3Shield+1Dex+1Geil) Unit: (1d20+1)[15] Stance: Bolstering Voice Maneuvers Granted: Leading the Attack, Stone Bones, Vanguard Strike Status: +2 to Fort saves Swift Action: Assume Bolstering Voice. Move Action: Draw Long sword. Spoiler Hide Maneuvers Granted: (highest 3 are granted) Crusader's Strike - (1d100)[3] Vanguard Strike - (1d100)[75] Stone Bones - (1d100)[75] Leading the Attack - (1d100)[79] Mountain Hammer - (1d100)[70] The construct is down at the gates, preparing to deal with the onrushing undead face to face. And deathslayer7, I'm assuming you meant the North gate, since that's where I thought the group had gone. Bolstering Voice: 60' radius; All allies that can hear me gain +4 morale bonuses on Will saves against fear effects. People still haven't posted initiative. ((D'oh! Missed the initiative part! Initiative -(1d20+1)[16])) Harsh 21/21, AC 20, Unit - (1d20)[7], Fort +6, Ref +1, Will +6 (+10 vs. fear) Buffs: Demand Fortitude, Motivate Care, Bolstering Voice The orc positions himself at the gate, a grubby flail in one hand, a spiked shield in the other." He-Who-Watches watch this,"he says by way of prayer. Before you stands 4 regiments of undead. Each has its own commander. From what you can see Kellen, two of them are commanded by a Death Knight and a Rich. The regiments are composed mostly of skeletons and zombies. Kellen Only (unless he wishes to share it):Spoiler Hide You know that a Death Knight has a touch attack that deals negative energy and drains some constitution from you. A death Knight was once a human who championed evil when he died. You also know that Death Knight's have a number of followers who listen to him evidently, and you know that a Death Knight has spell resistance. You know a Rich was once an undead caster who took his life and extended it unnaturally. He has a phylactery, and unless destroyed, the Rich will come back again. You know that a Rich has a fear affect and a paralyzing touch. You know that all undead are immune to electricity and cold, as well as to mind effects. Furthermore, you know a lot of stuff. The horde is advancing upon you, and initiative time!DM ONLY:Spoiler Hide (1d20+3)[18] Undead Regiment 1 (1d20+3)[6] Undead Regiment 2 (1d20+3)[8] Undead Regiment 3 (1d20+3)[19] Undead Regiment 4 (1d20+3)[11] Human Regiment 1 Initiative Order:[19] Undead Regiment 4[18] Undead Regiment 1[16] Gal[15] Construct[11] Kellen[11] Human Regiment 1[8] Undead Regiment 3[7] Charts[6] Undead Regiment 2All undead regiments are 500 feet out from the city. They advance 50ft closer, and are now 450 feet away. Trebuchets are farther out around 1,000 feet and are being loaded. Post what you do. KellenKellen looks outward toward the oncoming onslaught of undead. He looks back towards the defenders and shakes his head. He wanted to defend the city and save his family, but this wasn't going to be a winnable fight, at least not in the present situation. Kellen looks for someone in charge, yelling at them if they are far away,"How quickly can we get reinforcements, lots of them?"(IOC Hey Death slayer, I need some more info. How many approximately are in a legion? Does Kellen realize how dangerous a rich and Death Knights are? I was a little unclear on the actual number of Rich's and Death Knights. Is it a total of 2 Death Knights and 1 Rich. Or a total of 4 Death Knights and 2 Licks?) you don't know their actual numbers, but a legion compromises mostly of 1,000 undead per legion. Yes, you know exactly how dangerous a death knight and rich are. So far, you only see 1 death knight and 1 rich. ______Spoiler Hide Ok, I'm under the impression that we are at the Northern Gate, correct? The construct will join the forces behind the wall, preparing to help defend any breach in the Northern defenses. Maestro Hearing the tumult from the south gate as he approaches, Maestro picks up his jog to as much of a run as he is able to manage in the chaos of the city. He rushes towards the south gate, looking for a way up to the walls to join in the fray. Spoiler Hide Not sure about the timing of this, but I'm hoping Maestro can lend a hand. As before, he's looking for an archery post with an exit strategy. Once up on the wall, he'll focus on zombies, especially ones that are climbing or holding ladders. Initiative (1d20+2)[16] mammon yes you are at the North gate. Maestro, are you sure you want the south gate or the north gate? Harsh 21/21, AC 20, Unit 7, Fort +6, Ref +1, Will +6 (+10 vs. fear) Buffs: Demand Fortitude, Motivate Care, Bolstering Voice The orc continues to stare at the approaching force. It is obviously much larger than the defenders, but the defenders are just that - defending." This be good fight." Clinking... Rustling... Sweat... The sounds and smells of a thousand nervous men surprise the orc. Fear is not an emotion Charts associates with battle. His own flail clinks only with eagerness. Ah. Right. North gate. Well I assume no one can do anything long range. As the undead approach within two hundred feet, the catapults are let loose. Everyone pick a number 1-100. No double picking. Spoiler Hide 42! Extra text here Maestro Spoiler Hide Unless ordered not to, Maestro will open fire once the zombies are within about 500', since he's still got about a 30% chance to hit at that distance. I choooooooose 88. KellenSpoiler Hide 52 Also, Kellen is waiting for someone in charge to answer his question. Spoiler Hide 76! I hope this isn't how many arrows are shot at us... Kellen: before you even ask that question, men shout orders and a messenger has already scurried off. It might be a while to get everyone from the South gate to the North gate though. And I hope your number doesn't get picked, because if it does, your SOL.edit: and maestro, you will arrive in 5 rounds at the North gate, since you came from the South gate. So technically, you needn't picked a number. Spoiler Hide 20! Aha hah! Pray to whatever gods you believe in, that you number doesn't get picked.(1d100)[82](1d100)[2](1d100)[39](1d100)[26](1d100)[4]Can anyone do anything, if not, I'm going to bring the undead within 100ft. At this point, archers start hailing the undead with arrows, but it seems ineffective. ((Hit the fast-forward button!)) ______Spoiler Hide Right, I don't think we can do anything since it's my understanding we're behind the walls, not in front of them. If so there is nothing we can do until a breach occurs. If we're in front of the wall the construct will take a Total Defense action until the line or soldiers starts moving or the undead get within charging range (40') K well. Fast-forward. 2 minutes later, Maestro, you already arrived and are positioned on the wall with the other archers. Or you can be somewhere else if you want too. The gate shudders as the undead use a battering ram to bring it down. They pull back, and let it go again. The creaks. Over and over the do it again. Archers are ineffective against it, as the battering ram protects the undead who are below it. The gate splinters. You can ready an action if you want. CRASH! The gate is down. Undead start pouring into the city. Many of the archers flee backwards to find better positions to shoot the undead from. Footmen from the South gate are arriving in groups from 1-20. What do each of you do? And before we forget. The catapults launch their load at you before the undead enter.(1d100)[46](1d100)[97](1d100)[94](1d100)[83](1d100)[13]And if you haven't noticed, I don't update during weekends. Maestro and Mammon, the load crashes near you, but far enough away not to hurt you. But it was close. A few more feet and they would have hit you. Lucky. Maestros soon as it becomes clear that the gate is going to fall, Maestro takes up any leftover arrows from fallen archers near him, and bolts down the steps to street level. He seeks a position where he can arch his shots into the advancing undead, without letting them get within 100' of him. ______Spoiler Hide HP: 35/35 AC: 22 (10+9Armor+3Shield+1Dex+1Geil-2Charging) Unit: 15 Stance: Bolstering Voice Maneuvers Granted: Leading the Attack, Stone Bones, Vanguard Strike Status: +2 to Fort saves Readied action: Once an undead is within 40' the construct will charge. Charge attack - (1d20+8)[10] Attack damage - (1d20+2)[5] Spoiler Hide I'm assuming there are a bunch of random soldiers are there, too. So I won't be charging a horde of undead all by myself. Bolstering Voice: 60' radius; All allies that can hear me gain +4 morale bonuses on Will saves against fear effects. EDIT: That damage should have been 1d8+2, but since I missed it shouldn't matter. Mammon: Yes. There are hundreds of soldiers with you, trying to keep the undead at bay from entering too far within the city. Harsh 21/21, AC 20, Unit 7, Fort +6, Ref +1, Will +6 (+10 vs. fear) Buffs: Demand Fortitude, Motivate Care, Bolstering Voice The orc wastes no time in diving into the horde."GROUPS!"he roars exultantly, swinging his flail into the first fleshless skull he finds. Attack - (1d20+6)[17]Damage - (1d8+3)[5] KellenKellen follows Maestro's example, picking up the arrows of fallen archers, and speeds away to a safer location before the army of undead breaks through the wall. Kellen hops on his steed's back and begins firing into the crowd of undead. Spoiler Hide Attack! (1d20+9)[20] (2 BAD + 2 DEX + 1 Masterwork + 4 Knowledge Devotion) Damage (1d8+4)[9] (+4 Knowledge Devotion) Kellen HP's: 22 AC: 17 Fort: +2 Ref: +5 Will: +2 IPs: 4/4 Galvan raises Agaziburk. "Stand ready! Here they come!" he shouts, preparing to strike down the first undead that presents itself. Spoiler Hide Attack - (1d20+4)[22] Damage - (1d8)[1] KellenKellen watches as his arrow, hanging almost motionless in the air, heads into the massive swarm of undead waiting to be destroyed. Time ticks by and yet still his arrow has yet to make into the swarm. Kellen glances upward wishing time could speed up, for a moment at least, to know the outcome of his shot. ______The construct begins to whistle as time draws out to infinity, the undead slowly pushing forward. Maestro Grabbing a shield from a fallen soldier, Maestro tosses it onto the top of a stairwell, hops on and shoots an absurd number of zombies on the way down. At the bottom of the stairs, the shield leaps up into the throat of yet another zombie. Hmm. I wonder if there are any zombie elephants around.

A Tale of Two Sides|rating:3.0

The call up (re-opened for one lady please pm first)

Cory was the most excited he had ever been as he left the managers' office. Walking back to his locker he sat down. His teammate looked over at him and asked "what's up?" Cory couldn't help but flash the biggest smile on his face. "I am going to the show man!" Cory was a 22-year-old kid from the Midwest that baseball had been his life and since the age of 18 when he graduated high school had been his profession. Three years of the minor leagues and half a year in AAA he was now getting his shot. Cory was going to the big leagues. It was mid-afternoon on a Thursday and Cory had show up to the park for a game that evening with his bags packed as they were supposed to leave that night for a 12-day road trip. However, when he arrived he was called in the managers office and given the news. He was told he needed to get his equipment packed and load his luggage in the team car as the chubby had to get him to the airport within the hour to catch a flight to San Diego. The padres were the team that had drafted him, and now he was headed there! Cory did as he was told and packed his equipment up said a few short goodbyes to the guys already there and he was off. Cory hopped the pane from Portland to San Diego and a few hours later he landed. As he reached the baggage claim he saw a man holding a sign with his name on it. The gentleman was wearing a padres polo and khakis. Walking up to him Cory grinned before he could speak the man did. "Hello Cory I am Paul, but everyone calls me squirt." Paul was the equipment manager for the club and was sent to get Cory. Grabbing a bags Paul drove Cory to a large fancy hotel in the city. Squirt told Cory the club would put him up here for two weeks then he must find his own place. After checking in Squirt helped Cory to his room. As Cory opened the door it was an elaborate suite. Setting his bags down he walked around looking at the plush room. On the coffee table was a basket full fruit with a note on it. The note stated welcome to the big leagues kid. It was signed by the GM of the team. Squirt gave Cory the run-down of when he was to be at the ball. Cory only had an hour before batting practice. Squirt told him he would wait for him to change and they would go. "Change?" Cory thought, and then it hit him he was in the big leagues now. Going to his suitcase Cory pulled out his best suit and put it on. As they arrived at the ballpark Cory was met by the manager and GM they had a short conversation as Squirt unpacked his equipment bag. Soon Cory was dressed and on the field. He shook hands with a few guys he had plats with along the way. As he went through batting practice and approached his turn in the cage he grabbed his helmet and bat. This was the first time he saw her. Standing at the end of the dug out was one of the prettiest women Cory had ever seen. She was standing there with a cameraman waiting to get an interview with the teams star. He later found out her name was Lisa Drew. Lisa was the teams on field reporter for the station the covered all their games. She was an up-and-coming reporter who had dreams of working for ESPN. As Cory looked at her, she turned and caught him. Cory a little embarrassed now gave her a nod and then headed up out of the dugout to take his swings. As BP ended he went back to the clubhouse and prepared for the game. The media relations person for the team came to Cory a said "Mrs. Drew would like an interview with you." Cory looked up at him shocked. "Are you available?" the guy asked Cory. Cory nodded and headed up to the field. Sitting down in a chair on the field while the other team took batting practice Mrs. Drew sat down. (looking for a lady to play Lisa. Not looking to rush into anything and take it slow as both of them are very serious about their work. If you have any questions please pm me!) Lisa was a 21-year-old blonde bombshell, perfect figure great tanned and toned body along with deep sparkling blue eye, when she graduated from college. She had really pushed herself so that she could get out and start working. Most of her high school and college years all she could think about was being a sports writer. She didn’t care what sport it was in, she wanted to write about it, interview sports hero’s anything to do with that, she was up for the task. So when she was offered a job as a sports interview for a local paper, she took it on the spot. She had to start somewhere at least for the experience. Within a year she had proven herself good enough to be the padres field reporter for the station that covered all their games. Finally, at 22 she was getting to do what she really wanted to, and something she may get noticed enough to eventually end up on ESPN, her true dream come true. She had been waiting awhile to interview Cory who had just been drafted to the padres. Finally, she was told he had some time to talk, and she went over to him.“Hi Cory, I’m Lisa Drew, it’s a privilege to meet you,” she said sticking out her hand to shake his. She then sat down as the cameraman got ready to film the interview.“So Cory, the first question on everyone’s mind is, how do you feel about being drafted to the big leagues, especially this team?” {"Light box_close": "Close", "light box_next": "Next", "light box_previous": "Previous", "light box_error": "The requested content cannot be loaded. 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It was hard to believe that when he woke up this morning he was preparing for another day in the minor leagues and when he went to bed tonight he would have played his first bog league game. Cory listened to the questions come from Lisa's mouth, and he answered each one as he should. He couldn't help bit admire the beauty of Lisa. As the interview ended the light went off and Cory stood. Shaking her hand he smiled at her "it was a pleasure to meet you Lisa! And a thrill to have you as my first big league interview!" Cory said this in a playful yet flirty way. He then turned am headed back to the clubhouse to prepare for the game, Lisa told the cameraman, Mike, that they were going to stay and watch the game and get a few more interviews. She also wanted to get some highlights of the game, especially with Cory in them. Possibly she might be able to have a few words with him after the game, depending on how it went and who her boss wanted her to interview as well. She talked to several more players when they had time and even coach about his new draftee Cory. Finally, the game was getting ready to start, so her and Mike both got a hot dog and a coke, and went to sit where they were able to watch the game and Mike get some good footage. By the time the players were on the field, they were through eating, and the crowd was going crazy, supporting there team. Cory played his first game with the nerves of a school kid about to ask a pretty girl to the dance. As the game ended the players all showered and started to leave the locker room. As Cory stepped out into the hallway where the press waited for the players to walk out he saw Lisa standing there interviewing the star of the team. He couldn't help but admire her beauty one more time. As he passed by her and the cameraman he walked out of the stadium and started heading up the street. The hotel the team had put him up in was only a few blocks up the way. He started up the street not believing that this was really happening. He was in the big leagues! Although she was interviewing the star of the team, she didn’t miss when Cory walked by her and Mike. As soon as they were finished, she asked Mike if he had seen where he had gone. He let her know that he probably left the stadium. So Mike picked up his equipment, and they were leaving the stadium too. Outside, down the street, she saw him walking off.“Mike, there he is, let’s see about one more interview.” she didn’t wait for Mike to answer just ran up ahead and called out to Cory.”Hey, you’re hard to catch up with,” she said with a smile. “I don’t suppose you have time for a short interview after you’re first game.” Cory turned around kind of in shock as he saw the sexy little reporter running up the street after him. What did she want with him? He thought himself. As she asked him for another interview Cory said "sure." As he looked at her, he saw her true beauty from the glow of the city streetlights. "What do you want to interview me about? I didn't even really do anything tonight?" Cory replied. She was trying to catch her breath as she looked at him. Cory stood there admiring her beauty as he awaited her reply. “I just wanted to get a few words about how you felt with your first game. Did you feel like you fit in, were you nervous, just maybe a short statement would be fine, if you don’t mind.”” she asked, Mike finally having caught up to her.“I promise then I’ll leave you be, that is until your next game, or at least that’s when I’ll see you again.” Cory Couldn't believe she chased him down the street still dumb founded by the attention he looked at her as the camera guy turned it on. "Well the guys are great and the nerves definitely got to me a little. I am thrilled to be here and just hope I can help this team continue their great success." Cory answered as if he had been a big leaguer for years. Even though it was his third year of pro ball it was his first day in the big leagues. As the interview ended the camera cut off and Cory was standing there looking at Lisa. He didn't know what to say. She was absolutely stunning. This was actually the most nerves he had felt all night. Knowing that the next day was an off day and all they had to do was catch a plane tomorrow afternoon Cory planned on having a drink at the bar in the lobby of the hotel he was staying in until he found his own place." I know you probably can't but was wondering if you would like to have a drink with me? Iowas heading to the bar in the Ritz where I am staying and well maybe you could give me the inside on my teammates?" Cory Couldn beloved he had just asked that. What if she had a boyfriend? It was too late and Cory was left standing there wondering what came next? “Well, sure, I’d love to have a drink with you.” she finally said after hesitating a few minutes, not sure if this was appropriate or not. Although it was after all, just a drink.“Mike go on home, I’ll see you tomorrow, thanks for all your hard work.” she said and Mike smiled, told Cory how great it was to meet him and then to his equipment to the company van. He wasn’t sure how Lisa expected to get home, but then again she could always call a cab.“So you’re staying at the Ritz, nice place,” she said as they walked on. “You have a great set of teammates, almost like a second family to each other. I’m sure once you’re there for a while, you’ll understand what I mean.” "Yeah they seem pretty close." Cory said as the strolled down the street. "Yeah I am staying at the Ritz. They told me I had two weeks on the club then I had to find my own place. That's great considering I have never been to San Diego!" Cory laughed as they reached the hotel. They headed in, and the bar was nearly empty they had a seat in a booth at the back and Cory ordered a beer."so tell me Mrs. Lisa. Are you a native San Diegan? Or do you just work here?" it was nice to have someone to talk with not to mention her beauty. Back in the minor League City Cory was the real deal. He was the star on the team and ladies never were a problem for him. However, being new to the city and the low man on the pole again Cory didn't know how things would work out. However, he was very fond of this sexy little reporter. But knowing his luck he was sure there was some sort of rules she had about being with ball players. Regardless Cory thought she was beautiful and even if he Couldn have her at least he would get to see her all dressed up every day! “Yes, I was born and raised here, although I did go out of state to college.” she said. “That’s where I met my husband, or I should say ex-husband, we weren’t married much over a year. After college, I couldn’t wait to come back here. I love San Diego, it’s so beautiful, great weather all year round.” She looked at him and smiled, taking a drink and wondered how some woman had not snatched him up already. He was quite the ladies man besides a good ball player.“You can call me Lisa, Cory, now that I’m not married anymore.” she grinned at him. “So tell me about yourself, has your life always been about baseball? Where did you grow up, things like that? I’m curious, and not as an interview, just a curious interested woman.” "Well I am sorry to hear about your marriage. That is a shame." Cory said with a sad look on his face. As he sipped his drink he sat back in the booth they were in and took a swig of beer. "Well as for me. I am from a small town in Georgia and baseball has been the only thing I have known since I was a kid. My parents didn't push me but encouraged me to do anything I did with everything I had and baseball was the only thing I wanted to do. I was drafted out of high school and have spent the last three years working my way through the minor league system and well here I am!" Cory grinned taking another swig of his beer. So I guess to answer your question. Yes. Baseball has always been my life!" Cory sipped his beer and looked across the table at the sexy reporter he wondered what had caused her marriage to go wrong but didn't want to push the issue. "So are you seeing anyone now? Or is being a reporter your life now?" Cory grinned playfully as he turned the question around on her. Lisa listened extremely interested in his life and growing up with baseball always at the front of his life. He sounded a lot like her and her dream of being a reporter and on ESPN. They seemed to have a lot in common when it came to growing up, understanding and encouraging parents especially.“so are you seeing anyone now? Or is being a reporter your life now?" “Oh I date on occasion, nothing serious though, I really can’t seem to find the time. And yes, being a reporter is pretty much my life now.” she smiled at him and took a drink of her crown and coke.“What about you, have a girl at home waiting for you or just dating? Even with a career you must find time to have a bit of fun, wouldn’t you think?” Cory was impressed that such a pretty lady was drinking crown and coke. He was listening to her reply to his questions and chuckled when she said reporting was her life. "As for a girl at home no I do not. In fact, I can't even remember how long it has been since I have been home. Back in Portland I had a few ladies that I would go out with from time to time but nothing serious. They were all caught up in their work as was I so it worked out." Cory leaned forward and took another swig of beer finishing the glass. "So I guess you could say I did find time for fun." Cory laughed wondering if she knew the type of fun he meant. "But what about you? Do you just go out on dates? Or do you have a little fun from time to time?" Cory smiled at her as he motioned to the waitress to bring him the check. Oh, he was a cool one, she thought to herself when he asked her that question. She knew exactly what he meant in reference to fun, but was he trying to suggest something with the two of them? Or was he just interested in her idea of fun.“What’s life without a little fun now and then?” she asked, but more of a statement than a question. There was a twinkle in her eyes and a cheeky little grin on her face when she looked at him. It was just briefly there eyes focused to each other, and then she looked down, taking several more drinks of her crown and coke.“Although I have to say, it has been awhile since I had a little fun, you know work and all that, with the season just starting.” Cory smiled at her response and was enjoying the fire side showing in her now. "Well it is getting late and don't want some reporter to catch me out in a bar at such a late hour. What do you say we head up to the room the club put me up in and have a night cap?" Cory smiled looking at her slyly. "And possibly a drink too?" Cory opened his wallet and laid enough money on the table to cover the drinks and a generous tip. Standing up he grinned "what do you say? We can even start with the drink?" Cory extended his hand to her as he awaited her answer. "I mean you are the one who said you haven't had a little fun in some time?" flashing his boyish grin at her one more time his hand waited extending wondering if she would accept the invite! Was that why I said that, hoping to have a little fun? He definitely was a bit arrogant about himself, but then why shouldn’t he be, and I am attracted to him. What could a little fun hurt, just because I work for the team doesn’t necessarily mean I can’t have a little fun. Or maybe it does, and I should have my fun elsewhere…. She looked at him, wondering if he had any idea the ideas that were going on in her brain, trying to make her mind up about this. The way he had said it she knew by going with him, fun was the plan.“Oh hell, why not,” she said out loud, not really meaning too. “I’d love a drink and a night cap. As far as fun, Hamm, as long as it stays between us, it just might be fun to come up to your room.” she said, grinning a bit as she teased him. Smiling at her comment about coming upstairs with him Cory took her hand and headed into the lobby. As they reached his floor he opened the door to the elaborate suite and told her to make herself at home, and he would get the drinks. Cory walked over to the stock bra in the room and made them both a crown and coke. Upon returning she was standing by the window looking out at the city view. Cory handed her the drink. "Hey I am sorry if I came on to strong downstairs. I guess the emotions of being a big leaguer got to me." Cory smiled and held his glass up. "Cheers. To two upcoming careers and a new friendship that might have a little fun in it?" Cory grinned his cute half grin at her and clanked their glasses. To be honest Cory was never one of those types to use cheesy ball player pickup lines. In fact all the "friends" he had back in Portland didn't even know he was a ball player until he introduced them to his teammates. He was just nervous and had never really been out or even just had a drink with a lady as sexy and professional as Lisa. “Cheers to our futures, may we both get lucky… I mean…oh hell…” she clinked her glass to his, smiling at him.“This is a wonderful suite, and I love the view of the city from up here. They really gave you a nice place to stay, it’s too bad they didn’t give you more time to find someplace to live.” she said and took a sip of her drink. “You know, if you’d like, I might be able to help you find something, nice and affordable.” She was looking up into those eyes of his and the cute grin on his face. Damn he was cute, sexy, he had everything any girl would gladly give herself to him with no questions asked. But would she, even she didn’t know the answer to that yet. Although she didn’t deny, she was very interested in having some fun, but he also looked like the heartbreaker kind, and he probably didn’t even know it.“What kind of place do you think you’ll be wanting?” she asked, finally pulling her eyes away from his. "That would be great if you could help me. The ballpark is the only thing I were it is." Cory laughed and then sipped his drink. He looked out over the city skyline."this is definitely a lot different from Georgia." Cory couldn't help but admire her beauty he wanted so badly to reach over and kiss her but was unsure how she would take it. The cocky attitude he showed downstairs was now wearing off, and he didn't know what to do."so what part of the city do you live in? I mean if I had to pick a place maybe I could go there. At least I would know someone." Cory grinned. "Then maybe we could think about having fun more often." Cory lauded knowing that sounded corny, but he didn't care. "If she was going to like him she was going to have to take his witty personality too. She was so beautiful her long legs perfect hair and make up. He could only imagine what she looked like without her clothes on.... “Yes I could imagine here is much different than Georgia. Actually I live in a condo complex, kind of little village in itself. Good security, great condos with all the extra’s and it’s in a very quiet neighborhood. It’s also for adults, no children or pets, a very private place. Actually it’s not even open a year yet, and they do have vacancy’s. I could take you over there maybe tomorrow if you want, or whenever you get a chance.” she said, now standing closer to him, breathing in his scent.“I don’t know about having fun though, I haven’t seen any here yet,” she said and winked, coming to where their chests were practically touching. “I sure wouldn’t mind a kiss…” she let her words trail off as she looked up at him. Cory listened as she strolled around the suite looking around. He admired the way she walked with ease in her sexy heels. As she mentioned "nothing much fun here" Cory felt his heart drop he must be boring her. She then stepped up close to him almost chest to chest as Cory swore he felt her perfectly shaped breasts brush against his chest. Looking at him as she mentioned "a kiss would be nice" electricity ran through his veins. Looking into her eyes he smiled. "A kiss won be nice. But would a kiss get me in trouble? I mean I have only been in the big leagues one day I don't want to be in trouble already." Cory smiled at her as let his free hand slip around her back. With his other hand he took a swig from the glass he was holding. Looking back down at her his head moved inches from hers and their lips almost touching. "But then again getting into trouble with a lady as sexy as you are might just be well worth it!" Cory grinned he could feel her wonderful breath against him. "What do you think would get into trouble with you be worth it?" Cory then placed his lips against hers as they slowly and softly began to kiss. What kind of trouble could we get into she wondered. She hadn’t read any rules against what they were doing. But then again she didn’t know if his coach had rules about it either. What would it be worth to have some fun with him, my job?…his career?…no… but they weren’t really in trouble… Then he kissed her, slow and soft, his lips barely grazing hers at first then pressed a bit harder, and she parted her lips. Their kiss deepened, and soon they tongues were doing their own kind of dance, tasting, feeling. He practically had her swooning and was happy that he was holding her, or she might have actually fallen from such a kiss. When their lips parted she looked up at him, her eyes filled with lust, her brain blocked by this desire.“Wow!” was the only thing she could say at first, continuing to look at him.”Honestly, I don’t think we would be in any trouble, although I don’t know what your coaches rules are, you might want to find out. Of course, we have already gotten into the troubling area, now to continue on, if there are rules well….” This time she wrapped her arms around his neck, her lips pressed against his, both of them parted their lips allowing their tongues to continue dancing this delicious delightful dance. Cory knew of no rules he was breaking as they kissed softly and then a with a little more passion the second time. Cory looked down and saw her lust filled eyes after she said "wow!" holding her to him, they kissed again. "Why don't we move to the bedroom?" Cory asked as they continued to kiss. Cory kissed her as they moved through the suite finally reaching the bedroom. As he backed her to the bed he ran his hands over the breasts that were just pressed against him. Softy touching them he sat her back in the bed. Still standing in front of her he looked and grinned. " I guess there is no turning back now!" Cory grinned and undid his pants as they fell to the floor he then tugged his boxers down and his perfectly sized large cock was exposed to her inches from her. Lisa watched as he slipped out of his pants and boxers and when she saw his perfectly large cock, her hand went out to stroke it. She felt how hard it was, the texture and the smooth head of his cock, rubbing the tip. She stroked up and down for a bit, reaching down to toy with his balls, rolling them around in her hands. Then her hands when to her own shirt and pulled it over her head, and then reached back and unhooked her bra.“Yes, I guess there’s no turning back now.” she said as her hand went back to curl around his cock stroking up to the head where she bent down and licked the tip, circling it with her tongue. Cory gasped as she reached forward and softy began tugging on his swollen cock. Moaning softy as he ran his fingers through her long hair. He watched as she released his prick and slid her shirt and then bra off. As she went back to tugging him she agreed. "There is no turning back. He felt her hand grab his cock again as he reached down with OND hand and palmed her left breast squeezing lightly. His other hand still in her hair lightly tugged it as she licked the head. "Oh fuck Lisa quite the naughty little reporter aren't you!" Cory grinned as she opened her mouth, and he fed his large cock to her slowly. Lisa smiled, her mouth full of his cock when he told her she was quite the naughty little reporter. She wondered if she was naughty what did that make him, but there really wasn’t time to wonder too much because soon the tip of his cock hit the back of her throat, causing a gagging reaction, and she moved her head back a little. Soon she was taking him in and almost out of her mouth sucking and licking on his sweet yet salty cock. She moaned softly, his cock feeling the vibrations from her moans. Lisa picked up the pace and started bobbing up and down on his cock while her breasts jiggled and swayed as she did so. Cory watched as she took control and began giving his cock all he could handle. Cory looked down and watched the jiggle of her breasts with each bob of the head. She had him completely worked up now. Cory grinned looking down at her. As he pulled the cock from her mouth his hands softly pushed on her shoulders to lay back on the bed. Looking down as her breasts flattened out as she was on her back Cory slid his hands up her long legs. The fact that she was still wearing the heels making Cory even more turned on. Her ruffled skirt was now a pile of material around stomach region and her panties with a visible wet spot in the front of it. Cory took his thumb and pressed it against the damp spot as she laid on the edge of the bed still in her heels but feet on the bed with legs bent. Cory's strong arms then pulled her to the edge of the bed and without even removing her panties he merely slides the soft satin to the side. Stepping forward he reached between his legs and slowly rub the head of his cock up and down her wet slit. "So what do you say here goes nothing!" Cory grinned and slowly began to slide his cock into her inch by inch. “I wouldn’t call that cock nothing, it looks to be quite something if you ask me.” she replied with a smile as she spread her legs and lifted her hips. Slowly, teasingly he slid his cock inside her where her pussy was hot, wet, tight and wanting. She moaned softly as he continued to enter her until he had his cock buried deep inside her gripping pussy. She rocked her hips in time with his, slow and steady, building up just a little at a time.“Damn you feel good… I think I died and went to heaven…” she moaned as they picked up the pace, going only a bit faster, but her breasts jiggled as he slowly fucked her. Cory moaned as his cock slowly slid all the way deeply in her. "You don't feel so bad yourself!" Cory grinned reaching down holding her bare breasts as he slowly began to thrust his cock in and out of her. Her pussy was so warm and inviting Cory knew if he was to go quickly he would blow instantly. Slowly as he stood by the edge of the bed he looked down in her beautiful eyes and slowly worked his cock in and out of her. His fingers lightly teasing her erect nipples as he guided in and out of her. This was the sexiest woman Cory had ever seen! From the moment he laid eyes on her, he couldn't stop thinking about her. They continued matching each others' rhythm for a few more moments his cock was so hard now it almost hurt. He looked down at her and then bent at the waist and kissed her. As they kissed he laid his body on top of her scooting up on the bed with her. As he pressed against her now he began to increase his thrust. He was now sliding his large hard rid in and out of her. Moaning "fuck you feel so good!" As he laid on top of her she wrapped her smooth legs around his waist, locking her ankles. He felt so good inside her, and now he went even deeper as he thrust and thrust into her slippery hot pussy. Her breasts were jiggling as she covered them with her hands, massaging them and arching her back, her head fallen back. She moaned over and over how good he was, how good he felt. She was rolling her nipples and then tweaking them with her delicate fingers, as their bodies slapped together. His balls slapping her ass aroused her even more as did it him from the sounds he was making.“Oh yes Cory, fuck me….OMG you feel good…almost there…oooohhhh yeses…” She moaned and bucked against him, her pussy tightly gripping his large cock, squeezing it as she came hard. Cory heard every word she was saying and as she moaned for him to fuck her that is just what he did! Cory began to throw his hips at her with all he had. Slamming his cock deep inside her their bodies smacking with each thrust. Cory felt her body stiffen and her pussy squeezed his cock. This didn't give time for Cory to react and just then he began to cum with her. With each thrust he sent another shot of his warm thick cum deep inside her. As both their bodies finished their pleasures Cory rolled off her. Laying next to her "that was absolutely amazing!" Cory said catching his breath. Cory laid there in pure pleasure. Then it hit him sitting up and looking at her. "Oh fuck I didn't have a condom on!" She couldn’t remember ever being fucked like Cory was fucking her. Damn he was hot and making her hotter than ever. She loved the fucking noises they made, their bodies slapping together, the music of their moans and groans. It wasn’t long before they both screamed out as they came together, something that had never happened to her before. They laid their panting, their bodies laced with sweat. Then he made the shocking comment of not putting on protection.“Oh no, what if….” she started and watched his look get even more shocked, but she let him off the hook quickly. “Don’t worry, due to a childhood accident, I can’t have children. So as long as you don’t have any diseases, we’re okay. I’ve been checked recently, and I’m clean.” She smiled and hugged him when she saw the relief on his face.“Hey, how about trying out that nice Jacuzzi in the bathroom. Now that we’ve had a real work out, I bet that would feel wonderful.” When Cory heard her tell him about not being able to get pregnant it caused a great relief for a few seconds then a feeling of sorrow hit him. Not wanting to ask her what happened Cory just ignored the comment. Cory smiled as he heard her mention the jacuzzi. "That sounds like a great idea!" as he hopped up out of bed. His naked athletic strong figure walked into the bathroom and started the water. Sticking his back around the corner he admired her sexy perfect body. "My you really are a sight to see!" Cory grinned at her. "So what do you say ready for a little soak?" Cory grinned and motioned for her to join him in the bathroom. Not moving from the doorway he as he wanted to watch her sexy figure walk towards him naked! She walked over to him, her breasts lightly bouncing as she moved. Then she went in the bathroom and sat at the edge of the tub, puling her hair up with a rubber band she always wore on her wrist. She could tell he was watching her as much as she was watching his sexy body.“Well you are going to come in too, right?” she said, stepping into the tub. Lisa grabbed a hold of the hand held shower head, spraying between her legs to let them get use to the water before she sat down in it. {"Light box_close": "Close", "light box_next": "Next", "light box_previous": "Previous", "light box_error": "The requested content cannot be loaded. Please try again later.", "light box_start_slideshow": "Start slideshow", "light box_stop_slideshow": "Stop slideshow", "light box_full_screen": "Full screen", "light box_thumbnails": "Thumbnails", "light box_download": "Download", "light box_share": "Share", "light box_zoom": "Zoom", "light box_new_window": "New window", "light box_toggle_sidebar": "Toggle sidebar"} Cory watched her approach him and then into the bathroom. As she sat on the edge of the tub legs spread putting her hair up Cory was mesmerized! What a beauty she really was. "Of course I am going to join you!" Cory said with a grin. As he walked up behind her, she placed the removable head against her. Cory let his hands slide down her silky smooth skin. Over her hips. Then the hands went in opposite direction. One went up and palmed her breast. The other between her legs moving in front of the water slipping over her pussy lightly massaging. "Just promise me I get to continue to touch this perfect body!" Cory kissed the side of her neck as he pressed his already stiffening cock to her back side. “You can touch my body any time and almost anywhere,” she said and gave him a sexy smile. She moaned softly as his hands traveled her body, once more arousing her, giving her soft little chills all over.“You have to do the same for me though, letting me touch,” she said with a little grin. Lisa then slid down in the water allowing him to get in the tub, and she laughed a bit as she pointed the shower nozzle at his cock, seeing the water travel down his legs. Cory climbed in the tub facing her as she had just mentioned her touching as well. He was standing with now stiffening cock facing her when she turned the nozzle and sprayed him. Cory jumped a little and grinned. "Wow a playful little thing you are!" smiling as he reached down and grabbed his cock looking at her pulling it softly. "Well I have no problem with you touching!" Cory smiled at her as his hand leaves his cock and rubs his balls softly. Massaging them softly as she still spray him with the water. "Do you see anything right now you might like to touch or play with?" Cory grinned and stepped closer to her. “Oh yes, I see lots of things I’ll enjoy playing with,” she said and put up the shower head, letting the jets start in on them now. Lisa then surprised Cory, instead of grabbing for his cock and balls, she spread her legs and put her ankles up on the sides of the Jacuzzi. She then proceeded the spread open her pink puffy pussy lips and using one finger ran it up and down her clit.“Mummy, this feels good too, sure there isn’t something you see you might want to uhm…play with?” She asked with a naughty smile on her face, the movement of the water hindering his clear vision of what she was doing. Although he could see some and with her legs up, got the general idea.“We could watch each other get off, or at least play till we’re both at the edge, unless you’d rather….” she let her words trail off as she brought a finger to her mouth licking it and the pushing it inside of her wet pussy while caressing her clit with her thumb. Cory watched as she softly began to play with herself. "No I think that is a great idea! It seems to be you know what you are doing quite well! I would hate to interrupt." Cory said with a grin on dos face. She was so sexy it was unbelievable. Cory reached down and softly began to stroke his cock softly right in front of her while she pleasured herself with her fingers. After a short few minutes of watching Cory reached forward and softly cupped her breast with his free hand. "Do you mind if I touch these while you play with the rest? You have so many more things to play it isn't fair!" Cory smiled and began to pick up the pace of his stroking now. She was driving him wild, and he was loving every second of it! He hadn’t surprised her being very focused on how she was playing with herself. She, too, watched as he pulled on his cock, massaging his balls. Lisa had to laugh when he said he didn’t want to interrupt her. So she continued to finger her pussy and circle her thumb over her swollen clit. She was already getting very aroused by what he was doing to himself as well as what she was doing to herself. It didn’t take long as soon as he touched her, showing him it was fine, adding to what she was already before Cory was cupping her breast asking if she minded him doing that. She moaned feeling. Soon her head fell back against the tub, her breasts arched up and her pussy clenched tight.“Ohhh vessels…..yeses….” she cried out as she came, her legs falling down of the sides of the tub as she squeezed them together. Cory watched as she teased he slit and pussy up and down. Holding her breast as he watched her began to climax. Cory moaned there was nothing like watching a woman pleasure herself! Cory stroked harder now as she sat on the edge of the tub. "Fuck baby that was so hot! You are so sexy!" Cory groaned still pleasuring himself. "Oh shit baby I am going to cum! Where do you want it!" Cory groaned again. As he stood there about ready to blow! “In my mouth…” she said quickly kneeling up in the water and opening her mouth wide. The first spurt landed on her tongue, and then she was able to wrap her lips around his cock and swallow as he exploded, spurt after spurt of creamy cum into her mouth. She swallowed at the same time her arms wrapped around his ass her nails digging into his cheeks as she took all that he gave her. Finally, when he was through, she sat back in the tub, having licked him clean, and licked her lips.“Well I didn’t want it to go to waste, and I was a bit hungry,” she said giving him a naughty little grin. She then took the wash cloth and lathered it up, stood up and started washing her arms, breasts, abdomen, legs and finally her pussy and ass. When she was through, she sat back down in the water and handed him the cloth.“Your turn,” she smiled. Cory watched as she took control draining him in her mouth. This sexy little blonde shell reporter was shaping up to be quite the little sex kitten and Cory was loving it. As his cock shot its final shot into her mouth and she swallowed it down. Cory step backed and sighed in pure pleasure. Looking down at her as she washed off and then informed him it was his turn Cory washed off as well. Once done they both stepped from the tub and dried each other off. Leaning down he kissed her softly. "I would love for you to stay with me tonight but understand if you don't want to be seen sneaking out of the hotel in the morning." Cory grinned at her."whatever you choose I want you to know tonight has been amazing! And I hope that this will not be our only encounter!" Cory ran his hands over her body kissing her again. "So you are going with us on the road trip right?" Cory smiled. As he walked into the bedroom. "Maybe we could see each other there one night?" Cory turned as he slid on a pair of short and walked back to her as she was sliding her panties back on. “Oh I would love to stay, but I would hate having to sneak out in the morning. I think I’ll just go on to my own place and see you tomorrow most likely.” she said and kissed him again.“I’ve loved every minute of it as much as you, so of course I do hope we get to do this again sometime. I will be on the road with you, I’m sure we might squeeze in a little time there. We might not even have to worry about sneaking off to our own rooms, who knows.” she said as she slipped her panties on and then started gathering the rest of her clothes. Once she found them, she got dressed, a bit slower than she had undressed. She kept looking at him, already wanting his body again, but knew he needed his rest, and she needed to get home and get some rest. Once she was dressed she walked up to him and wrapped her arms around his neck, then kissed him passionately.“Thanks for the wonderful evening, I can’t wait to see you again, and especially for maybe another little adventure.” she laughed softly, kissed him again and then left him standing there in his shorts. Cory kissed her back and watched her leave he was soon in the bed thinking about the days events. It was now early in the wee morning, and he knew he needed to get some sleep. When the alarm clock went off Cory woke up and ordered some room service then grabbed his unpacked bags and headed for the ballpark. Arriving a couple of hours early as they were to head to the airport Cory worked out and then took some swings in the cage. After finishing, he showered and put his suit on as he other players began to arrive. They all headed out to the bus and loaded up. As they reached the airport they boarded the plane and got comfy. After everyone was situated the press who traveled with them were allowed to find a seat. After a few moments Cory saw Lisa come on the plane Cory admired how pretty she looked as he sat half way back in the airplane. Saying nothing to no one he watched her take a seat in an empty seat towards the front with the rest of the press he wondered if she saw him or not. Soon the plane was taking off and headed for the way coast. Lisa had fallen asleep fast, exhausted from the day and nights events and had been up for quite a long time. When her alarm clock went off, she sprung up just from the noise, finally realizing what it was and shut if off. She took a shower, and got dressed. She wore slacks and a blouse, with white panties and bra beneath and carried the matching jacket with her. Furthermore, she had packed her bag when she got home last night and made sure to put in a few things just in case Cory and her got together. Something a little sexier than what she had on at the moment. Although the blouse was white and several of the top buttons were undone. She hurried and met up with the press just as they were all being let on the plane. The first face she saw was Cory in the back, so she took the first empty seat she came to, not wanting to look suspicious if she sat near him. She had just fastened her seat belt and the plane was off, taking them on a rode trip which she always looked forward to getting out of the city. As the plane took off and settled in the air Cory put his ear phones in. All the other guys all use to each other and traveling together began their usual talks or card games. Being new to the team Cory sat alone. He would lean in towards the aisle from time to time to glance up at Lisa. She was busy typing on her laptop and did not want to bother her or seem suspicious so he left her alone. A short time later the manager of the club sat down in the seat next to him to discuss what his role would be now that he was up. Cory had been having a phenomenal year in AAA which lead them to call him up right as the trade deadline approached. Cory was a catcher, so the club had recently traded their number 1 catcher for pitching to make a run at the playoffs. The manager informed him the position was his to lose. And soon went back to his seat. Cory couldn't believe it he was finally here and not headed back unless he didn't perform. An hour or so later the plane landed in Arizona the first stop on the 12-day road trip with 4 cities in between it. As they unloaded to the bus they were handed the itinerary for the Arizona trip and then drove to the hotel. Cory was rooming with a rookie pitcher until you arena superstar you shared a room. They unpacked their bags chit-chatted for a few moments, and then he left to meet some other guys for dinner. Cory denied the invitation telling him he just wanted to get some rest. Cory changed into sweats and laid back on the bed wondering where Lisa might be. Through the plane ride she had gotten most of her stories written, with only a few edits to make. Then she had gone over the schedule for this 12 day road trip, making notes on who and what to look for. By the time they got off the plane and a had a car take them to the motel where the team was staying, Lisa could feel the excitement of just being close to him. She knew that tonight there wasn’t anything going on and since she had her own room, mostly since she was the only woman, she wondered how he would feel about coming to her room. Once she settled in, she stripped off her clothes and just put on a white button down shirt and white panties, leaving the buttons opened. She called the desk and got connected to his room, after all she was the press for the team. If he didn’t answer she figured she would make something up and say she dialed wrong. Fortunately for her, he was the one who answered the phone.“Hey sexy, I have a private room if you want to come see me,” she said over the phone with a sexy voice. They chatted a bit, and she gave him her room number letting him know he could come anytime. It sounded like he might come soon, but she wasn’t for sure. A bit excited, she sat on the bed for a while, then knelt on it just to see if that should be the way he sees her when the door opens, both times leaving her shirt hanging down her body. Finally, she was getting warm and decided to shuck the shirt and just lay on the bed in her panties. A nap wouldn’t be bad either, although she wasn’t to sure she could sleep, anxious for more of that handsome hunk. A short time after his roommate leaving Cory heard the phone ring. He reached over and answered and heard her sexy voice. "You know Incas just thinking about you." Cory smiled. As she told him about the private room and no one knowing where she was. Cory hopped up out of the bed an to the elevator catching a ride up to her floor as he stepped off her looked around to see no one and made his way to her door. Finding her room number he noticed they do not disturb sign that was on the handle the door had been propped open so he could enter. Cory softly tapped and then heard her say "come in." walking around the corner he saw her perfect breasts bare as could be as she laid in her pretty white panties. Cory stepped up to the edge of the bed. "Well it seems someone is feeling a little naughty? What if it hadn't been me that was tapping on the door?" Cory smiled as she was now crawling on her hands and knees across the king-sized bed topless towards him. “Well if it wasn’t you, we might have ended up in a 3 sum, if it were another guy that is.” she laughed getting closer to the edge of the bed and where he was.”But I am so glad it’s you,” she said now kneeling on the edge of the bed. First she wrapped an arm around his neck and pulled him down for a long lingering kiss, while her free hand ran down his chest, abdomen and slid beneath his sweatpants. It didn’t take her long to curl her fingers around his thick and rigid cock to stroke it.“Anything particular you have in mind, or would you rather just fuck my brains out….” Cory watched as she climbed to the end of the bed. "Threesome, huh? But only with another man? You would never be interested in another lady?" Cory playfully asked as his hands ran over her silky skin. Seeing her on the plane all day had driven him mad and thinking about last night hadn't made it any easier. Cory ran his hands over her back and ass one hand trailing over her breasts. Looking down into her eyes he smiled. "Well I don't have anything in particular in mind for tonight. But fucking your little brains out sounds quite inciting!" the hand on her ass softly smacked her cheek as he lowered his head down and softly sucked her nipple in his mouth! She jumped a bit and laughed when he slapped the cheek of her ass, but was moaning seconds later when his head lowered and his sucked on her nipple making it harden in his mouth.“MMM,” she moaned and put her hand on his head running her fingers thou her hair. Her other hand she slid down his tight abdomen until she found his stiff erection. He groaned as she slowly stroked it, running her thumb over the head. Cory moaned against her breast as he felt her reach inside his sweatpants and grab his manhood. Gasping loudly. "Fuck that feels good!" as her finger circled the head. "We are so bad! But I love it!" Cory moaned as he moved his mouth to hers. Kissing her passionately for a few seconds and then pushing her softly back on the bed. Reaching at her hips he slid her panties down and off. Tossing them to the side of the bed. Reaching for his own shirt lifting it over his head as he stood. He then slid his shorts and boxers down with one tug and climbed on the bed cometary naked with her." I have been waiting all day for this!" Cory climbed between her legs kissing her belly and then each breast before meeting her lips again. Reaching between his legs he guided the head of his cock to her entrance and slowly began to slide it in her. "Well I guess we have established I am going to fuck your brains out tonight! But I guess we need to decide do you want slow and soft or hard and deep!" Cory thrust his hips slowly until his large cock was buried deeply inside her. “We are bad, very bad,” she had agreed when she stroked his cock till it seemed to double in size.” I have been waiting all day for this!" “I have been waiting for this since the last time,” she admitted as he slid her panties off and tossed them. Then she watched as he stripped out of his clothes, practically drooling over his body. She moaned softly as he slid his cock deep inside her, sighing deeply at how wonderful he felt."well I guess we have established I am going to fuck your brains out tonight! But I guess we need to decide do you want slow and soft or hard and deep!"“Well, depending on time, first I’d love you to fuck me hard and deep with that great cock you have and then after a little rest, maybe some food, maybe we could go for slow and soft, maybe even foreplay.” she smiled and moaned again as he thrust deep inside her. "I like the idea of that!" Cory smiled as he slowly thrust his hard cock in and out of her referring to her reply. "As for time. I just have to make sure I get a good nights sleep. But I am sure this little work out will make me sleep like a baby!" Cory grinned as he leaned down and kissed her lips softly then each breast and nipple. Then lifting and bracing himself with his arms with no warning he gave Lisa just what she asked for. Cory began to thrust his cock fast and hard in and out of her. With each thrust their bodies met with a loud thud and his heavy full balls smacked against her in time. Cory moaned loudly from the warm wetness of her inviting pussy. This was exciting him more and more and soon Cory was giving Lisa all he had. His strong hips banging against her tiny frame violently but in a good way. It was almost like their bodies had been designed exactly for each other. Cory continued to go harder and deeper than any man she had ever had. His excellent condition and endurance aloud for him to keep going when the average man would need a break. "Oh baby you feel so fucking amazing!" the words moaned out of Cory's mouth as his cock pleased he needs! Lisa was moaning as soon as he started thrusting hard and fast, deep inside her pussy. Her pussy had become extremely wet and slippery and made sloshing noises the longer they fucked hard and fast. She could feel his balls slapping the cheeks of her ass and just that little sting added so much more to intensity of their fucking.“Damn, you’re good, Cory….that’s it…give me all of your cock…fuck me hard and fast….feels suitor dam good….” She moaned as wrapped her legs around his torso and met his hips with hers. Both bodies were making slapping noises, their bodies laced with sweat as he gave her all he had and more, and she took it, loving every inch of his cock inside her. Then her pussy started clenching tight to his dick, squeezing it.“OMG!! I’….gonna….oooohhhh vessels cumming……..” Her body bucket up against his and her ankles locked around his waist holding him, locking him deep inside her as she came. The instant she clamped on to him Cory knew she had been sent over the edge. He felt her nails dig into her back the feet pressing against him. The whole time he kept giving her all he had. Once her body released and stopped Cory was still hard as a rock but knew it wouldn't take much more. Pulling his cock out he sat back on his knees his toned naked body in front of her. Softly pulling on his swollen member he moaned. "Come here baby I want you to taste what your sweet little pussy has worked up! Let me feel that mouth with my cum!" Cory was completely turned on now and Lisa was bringing out all the sexual lust he had in him! Lisa was right there, opening her mouth wide and wrapping her lips around his cock. She knew he was going to cum quickly so she sucked on it and gave his balls a squeeze. The next thing she felt and tasted was his thick salty cum hitting the back of her throat as the first spurt shot out from the head of his cock. Then spurt after spurt, she kept swallowing, milking his cock for all it was worth. When he finally finished, she licked his cock clean and then licked his balls, just to make sure everything was cleaned. She smiled up at him, letting her tongue glide across her lips.“MMM, mighty tasty cock you have there; it also does a wonderful job at fucking too.” she said softly to him. Cory watched in pleasure as worked his stiff member. As soon as he began to cum he moaned out loud having one of the most intense orgasms of his life. Shot after shot he filled her mouth, and soon she gobbled it all down swallowing and looking up at him. After telling him how tasty he was Cory smiled and ran his hands through her hair. "I am glad you enjoyed!" leaning down he kissed her lips and then fell down laying on the bed next to her. Trying to catch his breath."wow! That was absolutely amazing! I still can't get over the fact how sexy and naughty your little ass is!" grinning as he looked at her pretty face. She was now on her belly facing him with her head rested in the palms of her hands. "And to think tomorrow night every man in San Diego is going to turn on his TV to see how sexy you look at the game. And I will know when I get back to the hotel I am going to be able to find what type off panties and bra you are wearing?" Cory smiled at her then touched the tip of her nose playfully. “It sounds like we will both be having a very good evening tomorrow night. Although, tonight’s not over yet, how about if I send up for some food for two. I bet you could eat one of those prime rib dinners, it’s the house special. I’ll order you the large and me the medium, if that’s okay. And two cokes, because I know you’re not supposed to be drinking before a game.” she said, and he nodded, still trying to catch his breath. She through on a baggie t-shirt and then called room service and placed their order, adding the chocolate mousse for dessert.“Maybe after dinner, we might find some good movies on the cable, I understand they have and adult channel we just might like.” she said with a grin. Cory smiled and sat back on the bed putting a pillow behind him. As he reached for the remote. Not bothering to put on any clothing he sat there naked and turned on the highlights from around the league. "An adult channel, huh? We will definitely have to look into that one. Didn't know you enjoyed dirty movies?" Cory grinned it was very evident he was strongly attracted to this lady. However, their careers were even more important. The sex alone was amazing. Soon there was a tap at the door with the food. Her in the big baggy Shirt Cory laughed. "Why don't you give the bellhop a little thrill!" Cory smiled and winked at her. “What, should I answer the door naked?” she asked him, giggling. Instead, she took off the baggy shirt and wrapped it around her like a towel, tucking it in on the side. It was partially opened in the back where when she turned around to wheel in the cart, he got a good view of her ass. She then turned back to him with a smile and handed him a tip. As she did this the t-shirt came unraveled and fell off.“Oops, sorry,” she said and quickly picked it up to cover herself. “Thanks again.” The reaction on his face was priceless, and she imagined she would get just about anything she wanted from Joey, the water after this.“Well, was that what you had in mind, she said, tossing the shirt on the chair and then wheeled the cart to the end of the bed where they could sit naked together and eat. Watching as Julie teased the poor young waiter as she took the food cart Cory laughed. As she rolled the cart over and handed him his tray it was very evident that watching her tease him had Cory a little excited. His cock was not completely hard. Yet the head of it was already swelled and large leaving the rest some catching up to do. As she climbed up on the bed Cory smiled. "I thought maybe after dessert you might want a little more of this for a little workout?" without even touching his cock Cory smiled and looked down then made his cock bounce up and down hands free. Cory laughed and then took a bite of his steak. “A little more? I wouldn’t mind a lot more of that when we’re through.” Lisa said as she looked at his cock. Both of them ate their dinner, which both agreed the prime rib was delicious. As they ate they kept giving each other looks and slight touches here and there, keeping that sexual tension rising. They finally ate their desert, and it too was rich and delicious. When they were through she rolled the cart outside the room, put a do not disturb sign on the door and walked back to the bed. Cory was still sitting at the edge, and she straddled his legs, but continued to stand.“So what’s the first thing that comes to mind right now?” she asked. "How lucky I am! And how amazing your breasts are!" Cory grinned letting his hands slide up her back then back down over her ass. Looking up at her as she still stood her bare little pussy on display as well as her perfectly molded breasts. Cory smiled. "Now what is crossing my mind is which way you are going to ask me to fuck you next?" Cory then playfully smacked her ass and buried his grin in her ample cleavage. “You like these don’t you,” she said and rubbed her breasts into his face. She backed away and looked at him, seeing his reaction, and then she looked down at his cock and was happy to see it growing.“It would be nice to go slow this time with a bit of foreplay working up to fucking, and then I’ll leave it up to you how you fuck me.” she smiled and leaned down giving him a heated kiss. As she sat on his lap Cory could feel his cock rubbing against her soft wet pussy. His strong arms lifted her slowly and softly felt the head of his cock slide in her."why don't we just leave the pace up to you?" Cory smiled looking up kissing her lips as she slowly slid down on his hard cock. Cory groaned as his entire cock now fit inside her as she sat on him. "You feel so amazing baby. I think if you just sat here long enough I would cum anyway!" Cory grinned as his hands softly cupped her breasts squeezing them together! “I don’t think I could just sit here as good as you feel,” she said as she slowly rolled her hips, his cock tight inside her. Her nipples were getting hard as he softly cupped her breasts, squeezing them together. She then slowly started to bounce on his lap, the cheeks of her ass lightly slapping his thighs, causing her to tingle all over. She ran her fingernails down his chest and nuzzled his neck as she kept up the steady rhythm.“You feel really, really good,” she whispered in his ear, running her fingers through his hair. "You feel unbelievable baby! I have never had a woman as sexy as you!" Cory's hands slid down her back and squeezed her ass cheeks firmly as she slowly rode his cock. Moaning with each thrust he was in total awe as she fucked his cock slowly. His hands gripped to her ass cheeks her face in his neck Cory tilted his head back, and slowly they laid back on the bed together. Cory was helping with the rhythm as he held her ass firmly. "That's it baby! Milk my cock for all it is worth!" Cory pleased as he laid there the sexy beauty on top of him now doing all the work! Once he laid down on the bed, she sat up and bent her knees using them as leverage so that she could ride his cock for all it was worth.“You asked for it,” she said, smiling as she picked up the pace and started riding him, up and down, with the cheeks of her ass slapping against his thighs. She leaned back and put her hands behind her clutching his thighs, her back arched and her breasts pushed forward, her head fallen back. She moaned as she bounced up and down faster and harder, the love noises becoming very distinct as his thighs slapped her ass. Furthermore, she came down hard, feeling his hard long cock hitting the depths of her pussy, rubbing against that sweet spot making her moan even louder.“Oh you feel so damn good!!” she moaned. "Fuck yes that's it!" Cory moaned as she began to bounce up and down rapidly. As she reached behind her gripping his thighs Cory arched his back a little upwards his hands squeezing her breasts firmly."my god you are so fucking sexy!" Cory moaned out loud! "Oh I love these tits!" Cory groaned squeezing them together. With each bounce Cory became more and more turned on. "I have never been with anyone like you before give it to me baby!" Cory moaned as one hand left her breast and smacked her ass firmly. "yes, yes! I am going to cum baby I am going to cum!" Cory moaned as his body tensed up and was ready for release! Lisa was getting hotter by the second, especially with his encouraging words along with playing with her breasts and slapping the cheeks of her ass. She was frantically bouncing up and down on his long thick pole, making sure it was hitting that very sensitive spot deep in her pussy.“Ohhhh yeses, I’m going to cum voodoo….” she moaned feeling her orgasm about to explode. “Give it to me baby, shoot all that cum inside me…” she moaned and then her pussy grabbed tight to his cock, and she came, flooding his cock with her juices as he began to cum deep inside her.”OMG You are fucking hot!!!” she cried out. Cory listened to her bag for his cum. It was so hot it was driving him wild. Just then he felt her pussy latch on to him and explode into orgasm. As she screamed Cory felt his body tense up even more and his release came. Shot after shot of warm thick cum spilled into her. "Fuck that feels so good!" Cory moaned out loud squeezing her ass cheeks. Soon there bodies slowed as they caught their breath she had collapsed down on top of him. Cory's cock was still in her even though it was not completely hard any longer he knew by the feeling it still had life in her. He softly ran his hands up and down her back over her ass and back up he could feel her greats pressed against him. Cory didn't know what it was about her, but he was absolutely caught up in the amazing sex they were having!

The call up (re-opened for one lady please pm first)|rating:3.0

The Texas Rancher & The Nanny (Closed to Ryanmo97 and vitasenzaamore)

Ryan Morris Age: 35Height: 5' 11"Weight: 195 lbs. Hair: Brown Eyes: Hazel Body Type: Athletic. Ryan had been a rancher all his life. Ever since he was a young boy, he loved helping his folks take care of the cattle. He played football in High School and had offers to go to big schools and have a chance to play for the NFL, but he didn't want to do that. He wanted to marry his high school sweetheart and raise a family on the same ranch he grew up on. And, he did that. He married his wife, Annabelle, after he got his associates degree in business from the community college in El Paso. Since he was an only child, and his parents were getting on in age, They gave the newlyweds the ranch as a wedding present. Life was good, he and Annabelle had a good life. He and the ranch hands took care of the cattle, and she took care of the house and his three daughters. 10-year-old Guinevere, a red head like her mother; 8-Year-old, Lillian, a blond; and 6-year-old, Giselle, a brunette. But, life changed, Annabelle was killed in a car crash two years ago. It was hard but Ryan and the kids were getting past their grief. Various friends of the family were helping to talk care of the house and the kids, but Ryan knew he needed someone on a permanent basis. So he put an ad in various papers around the country.WANTED: NANNY/HOUSEKEEPER Nanny and Housekeeper needed for nice size cattle Ranch in Texas. 3 children, all girls. $75,000/Year plus room, board, and health care. Please send resume and photo to ********@******.com Sophia Sanderson Age: 26Height: 5'8"Weight: 135Hair: Brown Eyes: Blue Body Type: Curvy Sophie was tired of the city life. She had been working for a major corporation since graduating from college, and she felt like just another drone in the hive. She was certain that the only reason anyone paid attention to her there was because she had a major role in the accounting department. If she wasn't there, they noticed because things didn't get done. But no one cared about her other than that. There was too much traffic, the smog made her allergies flare up, and the amount of homeless people working the streets downtown made her feel awful every time she walked past them. This was the reason she was currently looking at the wanted ads in the newspaper. There were more corporate jobs she wasn't interested in, but then her blue eyes fell on the ad from a cattle rancher. The salary was just about what she was currently making, and the job seemed a lot more relaxed and rewarding. She circled the ad and tucked the folded newspaper under her arm as she left her job. She didn't know if she would be accepted by the rancher, but she didn't think she could take much more of her corporate job. Upon arriving home, she dug out the newspaper and sat down at her computer. She pulled up a recent photo and attached it to an email that also included her resume. She included a note to the rancher as well:Dear Sir, I am inquiring about the nanny/housekeeper position you posted in the newspaper. I am currently looking to leave the city life behind, and I would appreciate the opportunity to experience ranch life, as well as taking care of your children. I hope you'll consider me. Regards, Sophia Sanderson She sent the email and sat back, waiting to hear back from her potential employer. {"Light box_close": "Close", "light box_next": "Next", "light box_previous": "Previous", "light box_error": "The requested content cannot be loaded. 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Have you ever had to handle an emergency? If so, what happened and what action did you take? Tell me about your childhood and your current relationship with your family. What are your feelings about outdoor play without direct supervision? Are you comfortable reviewing and assisting with homework? Are you willing to supervise friends of my children who are invited to my home while you are in charge? What kinds of food do you know how to cook? What is your approach to housekeeping? What do you like to do in your free time? How do you think your closest friends would describe you and your personality? Thank You, Ryan T. Morris The chime from her computer that alerted her to a new email brought her out of her reverie and she clicked the email open. She was delighted to see the questions and went about answering them as honestly as she could. Mr. Morris, Thank you for the questions. I hope you find the answers to your liking.1. Taking care of children in their own home is beneficial because it keeps them comfortable. Taking a child out of their comfort zone makes it more difficult for them to learn and feel safe.2. I do not have a great deal of child care experience. But I babysat quite a bit as a teenager. I had relatively good charges, but I had a problem child a time or two as well. My biggest challenge was a young man named Thomas who steadfastly refused to go to bed. Luckily I was able to bargain with him and promised that the next time I watched him I would bring him a coin from my collection.3. My parents were very hands-off. To be perfectly honest, I was a little bit of a wild child and my parents didn't discipline much. I would probably discipline my own children a little more, lay down some rules, etc.4. Children are amazing little people. They have a lot of insight and stories, and they can be so funny. I think that the best part of caring for children is getting to know them for the person they are.5. I had a little girl spring a bloody nose on me, but after some ice and pressure she was alright. Her parents freaked out a little when they saw the bloody towels, though. That was fun to explain.6. My childhood was hands-off, like I said before, but my parents love me. We get along well now, and I also get along well with my brother and sister. They live about an hour from me, and my older brother is married with twin girls.7. I think outside play without direct supervision depends on where the children live. In the city, with the potential for heavy traffic, pedophiles and abductors, I would say that supervision is necessary. But in the country, with little traffic and no visitors, I think that children can be trusted to play out of doors without supervision.8. Yes. I have a bachelors degree in business and I don't think that I've lost my touch on homework just yet.9. Yes, if there are no more than four additional friends there at a time and the parents are alright with me supervising them.10. I can cook a variety of foods. I have been on my own for several years now. Furthermore, I know how to cook foods on a limited budget from my time in college, and I have several gourmet cookbooks. My favorites are tacos, hamburgers, meatloaf, roast turkey and lasagna.11. Housekeeping is easy if you actually keep up with it, which is my approach. I set a schedule for things like dusting, vacuuming and laundry, but dishes and toys get picked up on a daily basis.12. I like to read, do crossword puzzles, listen to music and bake.13. I am a very laid back person. Furthermore, I am also quite shy. Furthermore, I know how to have a good time and have been known to make people laugh. Furthermore, I am friendly and optimistic. Thank you for considering me, Sophie Ryan walked into his office that next morning. His sister-in-law, Taylor, picked the five she liked out of all the responses they received, then, he had to pick one. And, he would extend an invitation to the applicant to visit the ranch. The started to look through them, a lot of them had plenty of experience, and very qualified. But, then he saw Sophia's resume and her answers to the questions. It was true she didn't have much experience, but he really liked the answers to her questions and plus, he loved her picture, she was so strikingly beautiful. He made his decision, he picked up his phone and dialed the number that Sophia had provided. Once she answered he said, "Hello, Sophia... this is Ryan Morris of the Morris Ranch. You applied to be a nanny/Housekeeper? He had a slight Texas accent to his voice, and after she replied he continued "Well, we were very impressed by your resume, and we would like to extend to you an invitation to visit the ranch, so I can have a chance to meet face to face. We'd fly you in, you'd come to the house where you'd meet me and my girls, spend the night with us and fly home the next day. Does that sound good to you?" Sophie rolled over in her bed when the phone rang early the next morning and picked the handset up from the cradle. She rubbed her eyes and gave a bleary, "Hello?" When she heard the masculine voice on the other end, she sat straight up in bed and pushed the hair out of her eyes. "Mr. Morris! Yes, of course, that sounds perfect. I'll need to make some arrangements with my current job, but I'm due some vacation time. When would you like me to come?" When he told her, she hung up the phone and began to pack. It was only one day, but she was nervous that they wouldn't like her and she overpacked her carry-on bag with more shirts than pants and too many shoes, but she made sure she had the necessities. She called her place of business and told them she would be going on a small vacation. She didn't tell them when she would return, but she was hoping she would never have to go back. Saturday Morning, Taylor was standing in baggage claim with a sign that read "Sophia Sanderson." She was 37, 5' 5", wearing a blue ankle length sundress and sandals. She had her sandy blond hair pulled back in a ponytail. Ryan wanted Taylor to meet Sophia at the airport because he thought it would defeat the purpose of meeting at the ranch and spending the night. Taylor scanned the crowd waiting for bags and then saw Sophia and walked up to her, "Sophia? I'm Taylor Stewart. Ryan's sister-in-law. Welcome to Texas, I hope you had a good flight." She extended a hand to the raven haired beauty. Sophie's flight was a little bumpy, but nothing overly awful. She was still, nevertheless, happy to touch down on solid ground once more. She wove her way through the crowd to baggage claim and stood waiting for her luggage. Once it came around she hauled it off and rolled her way through. She spotted a woman in a blue sundress holding a sign with her name. Quickly she headed toward her and held out her hand. "Hello, Taylor. It's a pleasure to meet you. I'm Sophie." She laughed nervously. "But you already knew that." As they began to walk toward the parking garage, Sophie nodded. "Yeah, the flight wasn't too bad, actually." And once they stepped outside, Sophie's eyes widened. "Oh, my God. It is roasting out here. Is it always this hot?" "Not always. It's a touch cooler in winter," Said Taylor, "That's why everyone here has good Air conditioning systems." She took Sophie to a blue SUV and once they were all bucked in, Taylor said, "If you need to take a nap, feel free. We've got about a two-hour drive from here to the ranch." Taylor then started on the trip to the Morris Ranch. "If you don't need a nap, I can maybe answer some questions that you might want answered." Sophie climbed into the SUV. Taylor was nice and accommodating and made her feel very welcome and relaxed. "I do have a couple of questions, actually." She hesitated for a moment." What is Mr. Morris like? What happened to his wife?" She had many more questions, and she let Taylor answer them before she asked another one, being careful not to fire them at her too quickly. "What are the children like? How large is the ranch? How big is the house? How much work needs to be done? What is the living situation?" The two-hour car ride passed rather quickly as the two women talked and by the time they reached the ranch, Sophie felt as if she had a good grasp on the situation and the family. She just hoped that she made a good first impression. Taylor listened to each of Sophie's questions and answered them as best she could." First off, don't call him Mr. Morris, call him Ryan. Ryan is a great guy, warm and friendly. If my sister hadn't snapped him up I would have."" Annnabelle was killed in a car accident."" The children are wonderful. First is Gwen, the oldest, she has a wonderful voice and hopes to be a singer one day. Then there is Lilly, the middle child, she's a bit of a tomboy and more than likely is going to take the ranch over from Ryan when she's ready. And finally is Giselle the youngest, she's just typical 6-year-old. ""The ranch has been in Ryan's family for over 100 years. Ranch land itself covers over 300,000 acres. There's the cattle ranch which has over a thousand head of cattle. They farm part of the ranch land to grow feed grain for the cattle. And since the ranch land is so big and has so many different types of wildlife living on the land, they have a hunting program to help maintain a healthy and balanced wildlife population."" The House is a nice-sized home with two floors, you shouldn't have any trouble taking care of it."" You will primarily be in charge of the house. Ryan takes care of the rest of the ranch. Except for the hunting program, I run that."" Ryan and the girls' rooms are upstairs, and your room will be downstairs." Taylor was real starting to like Sophie. She felt like Ryan had truly made the right choice. Soon they pulled up to the ranch house. "Here we are..." said Taylor as they pulled up to the house. It was painted light blue with white trim. And there was a porch that went around the entire first floor. Sophie laughed. "Sorry. I am not used to calling potential employers by their first names." She listened as Taylor talked about the girls and the man who might put her to work. She was amazed at the size of the ranch and glad that the home was relatively medium-sized. Furthermore, she couldn't imagine caring for three active girls and cleaning a large mansion as well." I'm sorry about your sister, Taylor." She gave her a sympathetic smile and then asked another question. "Are you still interested in Ryan? Or are you married now? Forgive me if I'm being too nosey." When they arrived, Sophie stared at the house for a moment. It was so cute and quaint. She was instantly omitted. She was smiling as she got down from the car and then walked toward it. "It's great. I can't wait to take a tour." "Thank you," said Taylor when Sophie said she was sorry about Annabelle passing away. But, Taylor smiled the she asked if she was still interested in Ryan, "No... I've got a husband of my own. He's Ryan's Ranch foreman." In the house, Ryan was doing some work in his office when his oldest daughter, Gwen walked into his office. "Daddy, Aunt Taylor is back with the new nanny, and she's gorgeous..." Ryan took a deep breath, and followed her out. He walked down the hall to the living room and found his other two daughters watching TV in the TV room. "Girls, Come on we have to meet the lady who wants to be your nanny.""OK, Daddy," said Lilly and Giselle." We're here!" called Taylor as she and Sophie walked into the living room. It was decorated very simply there was a fire place on one wall and windows that looked out on to the porch. The entryway that led to the rest of the house was direct opposite of the front door. That is where Ryan and Sophie first laid eyes on each other. He was taken away by her beauty. He walked up to her with the girls following behind. Furthermore, he was wearing a denim button up shirt, blue jeans and boots, he extended his had for her to shake, "I'm Ryan Morris, welcome to my home. These are my daughters. This is Guinevere, we call her Gwen, she's 10..."" Hi," said red-headed Gwen, with a smile, She was wearing a black Miley Cyrus tour t-shirt, a denim skirt, with blue leggings under the skirt, white socks and black Mary Jane flats." This is Lillian, we call her Lilly, she's 8." said Ryan." Hello," said the blond Lilly, smiling. She was wearing a denim dress, with a white shirt underneath, white tights and black ballet flats." And this one hanging onto my leg, is Giselle, she's 6." said Ryan, Giselle just smiled at Sophie, "She's a little shy around new people." She was wearing a simple pink dress and black ballet flats. Sophie was looking around as they entered the house and wasn't paying attention to what was around her. She had never expected that her prospective employer would be so good-looking. And as she turned and caught his gaze across the foyer, she couldn't look away. It took a moment for her to recover, but she finally did and was able to shake his extended hand." It's a pleasure to meet you, Mr... I mean, Ryan." She flushed, embarrassed by the way she was acting. She was normally much more composed, but the rugged cowboy with his boots and his darling little girls just made her insides turn to mush. Furthermore, she felt a little overdressed in her black pencil skirt and light blue cap-sleeved button down blouse with the frilly lace on the chest piece. Her hair, normally a naturally curly dark brown, was up with small tendrils curling around her collar and forehead. She wore very little makeup because it felt heavy on her face, but she did like to accentuate her eyes with liner and mascara. As he introduced his daughters, she bent to their level and held out her hand to shake each one of them individually. "I am very pleased to meet you Gwen. " She turned her voice down to a hushed whisper. "If you don't tell your dad, maybe we can go to a concert sometime." She gave a conspiratorial wink and turned to Lilly. "You have a beautiful name, Lilly. My niece's name is Lili and even though she's only two, she loooooooves horses." She grinned and turned to the youngest girl. "Giselle, I think you might be the cutest thing I've ever seen. I'm shy, too. How's first grade?" She was trying hard to make a good first impression and as she stood up she gave a small, nervous smile to Ryan. Ryan smiled as Sophie interacted with each of the girls. His girls were good judges of character, and he could tell that they really liked her. When she asked, Giselle how first grade was she replied, "I like it. ""Well, Sophie," said Ryan, when she stood back up, "I was thinking that maybe you and me could talk for a little bit. Then, the girls could show you around the house, and if you were up for it maybe you could show us some of your cooking skills for dinner. Sound good?" "That sounds just fine." She looked at the girls and waved as she and Ryan left them with Taylor. "What do your girls like to eat?" She was already going over the things she could make in her head. She wasn't the best cook, but she knew that she'd be able to make quite a few things. Furthermore, she just hoped she knew how to cook things the girls would like. It was funny that she thought more about what the girls would like and what kind of impression she was making on the girls, but not as much about Ryan." Thank you for inviting me here. It is nice to get a feel for the place. Your children are little darlings." She smiled, trying to make small talk, so there wouldn't be any weird awkward silences between them. Ryan escorted Sophie over to the couch as Taylor took the girls out of the room, "My girls are not picky eaters, and they like to try new things. The kitchen is fully stocked so you shouldn't have any trouble making anything you like. "Your welcome and thank you. So do you have any questions you would like to ask me?" They moved to the couch and Sophie sat down. She crossed her legs at the knee and settled her hands in her lap, turning toward Ryan a bit. She gave him a disarming smile and scrunched up her face in thought. "To be perfectly honest, I asked Taylor quite a few questions on the ride in. I guess we could just start with what the job entails and what your expectations are." She was glad to hear that the girls weren't picky eaters and that the house was fully stocked. She was thinking she might make some baked macaroni and cheese with a salad and some fresh fruit for dinner. Furthermore, she was a little nervous about it because she'd never cooked for that many people before, but she was also pretty confident that she could pull it off. Ryan was a little distracting, though. Her eyes kept going to his mouth. He had such a sensual mouth. Sophie hadn't had a boyfriend for the last year which meant she hadn't been laid in quite a while. She had to keep telling herself to pay attention to the conversation and not to the way his eyes crinkled at the corners. "Well, the job is pretty straight forward. You'll be responsible for taking care of the house, cleaning, and cooking, laundry. The girls are responsible for taking care of their own rooms. And I expect you to keep this house as clean as you would your own." Ryan couldn't keep his eyes off of Sophie. He loved looking in her eyes. Every so often he'd look down and check out the rest of her body. It had been two years since Annabelle passed, so it had been that long since he'd been with a woman. As the instructions were laid out for her, she nodded. It seemed like an easy enough job with just enough challenge to keep her interested. Besides, the children were beautiful and so far they seemed to like her. It helped that their father was one of the most handsome men she'd ever met, but she hoped it wouldn't distract her too much, and she told herself he would probably be busy most of the time with his cattle." It sounds perfect. What about you? Do you have any questions for me? I can provide a background check if necessary and I have several references." She smiled and let her eyes sweep over his form. God, she really needed to get laid. Ryan though for a moment, "I don't need to do any background checks and I check your references in your resume. The only question I have is why would you give up your life in the city to be my housekeeper and a nanny for my girls?" She laughed softly. "It must seem strange. But I am getting tired of all the traffic, smog and crowds. There's a lot of competition in the corporate world, and I'm a little weary of the rat race. I'm definitely looking for a change. Your girls are adorable, and I'm in love with this house." She blushed slightly as she gushed over his country life. She gave a shrug. "Does that sound too eager?" Laughing nervously, she glanced up at him with her large blue eyes. "No, that doesn't sound to eager," said Ryan, "I hope you won't get to bored here. Well, that's all the questions I have. Let's go find the girls and they can show you around the house." Ryan helped Sophie to her feet and the walked down the hallway to the TV room. The girls and Taylor were watching Disney Channel. "Hey, girls, Would you like to show Sophie around the house?"" Yes!" Said Gwen and Lilly, as the jumped up and rushed over to them. Giselle on the other hand was still sitting on the couch next to Taylor. "I'm sure it will be a welcome change." As Sophie had said before, she was an avid reader and even if she had some downtime, she had a thousand books she wanted to catch up on. To her, it felt a little bit like she was going on vacation. His hand on hers sent an electric shock through her. She couldn't think why he was affecting her this way, but she knew it was inappropriate. She gave him a smile and followed behind him into the TV room. As the other girls jumped up and Giselle remained sitting, Sophie looked at her for a second before walking over and bending down to her level." Hey, Giselle. You don't have to show me around if you don't want to. But I'd really love to see your room. Think you could show it to me?" Giselle smiled and took Sophie's hand and walked with her while Gwen and Lilly showed Sophie the kitchen, then the Dinning room that could be accessed from the kitchen and the hallway. Then, the laundry room, Ryan's office, a half-bath and the room that would be Korea's room. There wasn't much in there except for the dresser, bed, nightstands, and TV. It also had its own private bathroom. Gwen and Lilly took Sophie upstairs. Giselle was still holding on to Sophie's hand. Giselle normal didn't get to close to strangers, but there was something about this new lady that Giselle liked. Except for the fact that the new lady had black hair like her and her mommy had red hair, the new lady reminded her of her mommy. First there was Gwen's room, it was pink with and had posters of Miley Cyrus, Hannah Montana, and the Jonas Brothers on the wall. Next was, Lilly's it was purple, and she had sports team posters and horse posters on the wall. Between, Gwen's and Lilly's rooms was the upstairs bathroom. Then, there was Giselle's room. It was yellow and had Disney Princess pictures and posters on the wall. There were also several dolls around the room. But, one doll seemed to have a place of honor on Giselle's bed. The Young girl released her new friend's hand and went over to the bed and picked the doll up and showed it to Borgia. The doll had long red hair and a white wedding dress. "She has the same name as me," said Giselle. And, Giselle was right, it was a Princess Giselle doll from the Disney movie, Enchanted. In fact, Giselle had a big Enchanted movie poster in her room. It was a big kitchen, not lavish like some she'd seen, but it was big enough to make dinner and do a little baking. The dining room was intimate and quaint and the laundry room was big enough for two people to move around in comfortably, though she hoped that only one would ever need to be in there doing laundry. Ryan's office was nice and neat, but smelled masculine. Her own room was big enough to suit her. She would probably need to put quite a few things in storage since she lived alone and had her own furnished apartment, but she could manage with just the one bedroom since it seemed she would have free rein of the rest of the place. She looked down and smiled at the little black haired girl holding her hand. Furthermore, she winked at her and kept walking, following the rest of the entourage. Sophie was already becoming attached to the littlest member of the family, and she hoped that she would get the job so that she could come back and get to know them all much better. She complimented all the girls on their rooms and the decor they'd chosen. She could tell that Gwen was really into music and though she couldn't say she really agreed with the music she liked, she had to admit that it was age appropriate. Furthermore, she'd learn to love Miley, she supposed. Lilly's room made Sophie smile. It was a room she could identify with. As a kid she'd loved horses and sports. It wasn't necessarily that way now as she didn't follow any of the sports teams and hadn't ridden a horse in ten years, but she liked the room all the same. Giselle's room was the typical girlie room and Sophie loved it. She followed the youngest girl into her room and watched her reverently pick up the pretty red-haired doll. "I've seen this movie. It's one of my favorites!" She grinned at Giselle, "We'll have to watch it together sometime." She glanced over at Ryan, trying to gauge how she was doing and wondering if the tour would continue into his room as well. Ryan shield at Sophie when she glanced back at him. Then he showed her the master bedroom. There was a nice four-poster bed, desk, a fireplace with an armchair before it. There were two large walk-in closets one with his clothes, the other was locked. Then, he showed her to the master bathroom it was big with a shower stall, large bathtub and two marble sinks. When they walked out of the bedroom the girls were waiting for them. Gwen and Lilly wanted to show Sophie their horses. They took Sophie and Giselle out the back door, past the laundry room, and down the porch steps. They walked down a short path and reached the stable. "Daddy and his workers keep their horses in here, too." said Gwen. They walked past a few stalls of horses until they reached one with a horse with a white-gray coat, a stall with a horse with a golden coat, and an empty stall Gwen pointed to the golden horse, "this is my horse, Sun star." Then Lilly pointed to the gray horse, "This is Moon dance, he's my horse. Giselle doesn't have a horse yet." She pointed to an empty stall, "but that's where it's going to go after she learns to ride next year. Do you know how to ride, Sophie?" So it truly was a tour of the house. She saw all there was to see, and she was confident that she would be able to keep it clean and take care of the girls without letting Ryan down. She was going to have plenty to do and there was probably very little chance of her getting bored. They walked out to the stables and the girls showed her their horses. She touched each of the animals with a genuine affection. She had a love for all sorts of animals, and she kept a cat in her apartment. Speaking of which... She turned to Ryan. "I forgot to mention, I have a cat. Is there any objection to my bringing her or should I find her a new home?" She'd hate to give Smoky up, but she knew her sister would take her if she couldn't bring her along. She went back to the question of if she could ride or not once the cat issue was settled and leaned against one of the stalls. "I used to ride a long time ago, when I was about your age and a little into high school. But I got really busy and never got a chance to go riding after that. I'm afraid I may have forgotten how. You girls would teach me, wouldn't you?" She grinned at them and stroked her hand along the horse's neck. "Sure you can bring her along," said Ryan, "I love cats." He smiled. Ryan as he watched Sophie with the girls. He knew that she would be perfect for them. Soon, they walked back to the house. Once they were inside, Ryan said, "Sophie, I think we've seen enough. I think you would fit in well with our family. So, I would like to offer you the job as the new nanny." They chatted and visited a bit more before returning to the house. It was getting on in time and Sophie was mentally preparing to make them all dinner. She was surprised when Ryan stopped her and offered her the job. She beamed at him and had to resist the urge to throw her arms around his neck and hug him." Really?! Thank you! I accept!" She grinned again and then spoke, "Are you sure? You haven't tasted my cooking yet." She was mostly teasing, but she did worry about that a bit. Ryan smiled, "Well, I don't think we'll have anything to worry about when it comes to cooking. Feel free to familiarize yourself with the kitchen and if you want you can go to your room and change into something more comfortable. And after dinner we'll discuss about moving you out here." Ryan and he girls left the kitchen. She gave him a smile and a nod and then turned to look around the kitchen more carefully. She opened all the cupboards, checking out the utensils and supplies within. Furthermore, she found knives and silverware, dishes and Tupperware. Furthermore, she found the pots and pans, the whisks and spatulas. Once she was done familiarizing herself with the kitchen, she went to the pantry and the refrigerator. They were both nice sized and as Ryan had said, they were well stocked. She grabbed cheese, bread, dry macaroni, bacon, milk, butter and salt and pepper and piled them on one counter. Then she decided that cooking in what she was wearing was a recipe for disaster. Following Ryan's advice, she went to her room where her carry-on case had been put on the bed and unzipped it. She pulled out a pair of jeans and a very worn James Taylor t-shirt. She changed, opting to go barefoot rather than put any shoes on, and returned to the kitchen. The preparation for the macaroni wasn't hard. The noodles were boiled until just slightly underdone and then the cheese sauce was prepared, and they were mixed together. After that, the bacon was added and breadcrumbs went on top before it went into the oven to bake. She grabbed the things necessary to make a Caesar salad with croutons and some grilled chicken pieces and cut up a nice ripe watermelon. At the last minute, she stuck some corn on the cob in a pot to boil and began to set the table. She put place mats down, the plates and cups and silverware as well, and arranged some candles in the middle for a centerpiece. It might have been a bit more formal of a table setting than they were used to, but she liked it. Once dinner was finished, she walked into the living room. "Dinner is ready. But wash your hands first!" Ryan and the girls were in the TV room. Taylor had gone to her home after the tour had ended. Soon, he could smell the delicious smells coming out of the kitchen. He had a feeling that he wasn't going to be disappointed on his choice of nanny. When, she came in he hardly recognized her. She didn't look like the business like woman who first arrived a few hours ago. She looked like a regular woman, that made him like her even more. But, he shook his head he was almost 10 years older than her. There was no way that she would like him. The four members of the Morris family each washed there hands before heading to the dinning room. Ryan was a little surprised by the formless of the table setting. "Wow... Is it Thanksgiving all ready?" She smiled as they all went to wash their hands. Not even a protest. She was sure that it would all work out perfectly. As they came back into the dining room and Ryan made his comment, Sophie blushed. "Not yet. But just wait. That meal will not be one to forget." She smiled and sat down on one side of the table, allowing Ryan to sit at the head so she could sit next to one of the girls. She began to dish out the food and then folded her hands in her lap. "Do we say grace?" She glanced at Ryan, unsure if they were religious at all. Ryan smiled when Sophie promises a Thanksgiving they wouldn't forget. Ryan sat at the head of the table. Giselle sat to his right. Lilly and Gwen sat on his left and Sophie sat next to Giselle. When, Sophie asked if they said grace, Ryan said, "Well, we don't normal say grace. But, if you'd like to say grace, we could." "I'd like to if you don't mind." She waited for a second, then reached out to take Ryan's hand and Giselle's hand. "My family usually holds hands during grace." Once everyone was holding hands, she closed her eyes and began to speak. "Dear God, thank you for this food of which we are about to partake. Bless it to strengthen our bodies. Bless this family. Protect and watch over us. Amen." She glanced up after she finished the prayer and then picked up her fork to begin eating. She watched everyone around the table to see if they were enjoying their food." So, Gwen, what is your favorite subject at school?" Ryan smiled as Sophie held his hand as she said grace. Once she was done they started in on dinner. It was very good, and the girls seemed to agree. When Sophie asked Gwen what was her favorite subject, Gwen thought for a moment, "I like English. I like to write. Especially songs..." Sophie grinned. "Perfect for an up-and-coming songstress!" She turned to Lilly next. "What about you?" She had a feeling this one would like science or "recess" more than anything. She asked Giselle the question next. "What about you, little miss?" After they had all answered her questions, they made more small talk around the table until everyone was finished eating. "Do you girls want to help me clear the table and do the dishes?" Lilly answered PE and Math to Sophie's question. Giselle looked at her new friend and smiled, "I don't really have a favorite... I just like school." Ryan really enjoyed the interaction between Sophie and his girls and when she asked if they wanted to help clear the table and do the dishes they all said yes and started together up the plates. Ryan smiled, "The girls normally help to clear the table. They are perfect at it. Ryan stood up, "Very good dinner, Sophie." Ryan then went into the TV room to watch the news. She smiled at his compliment and then went into the kitchen with the girls to clean up. They put the leftover food in containers and got it put in the fridge, then washed dishes. Sophie had an alright voice, and around the girls she didn't mind singing a little. She knew one Miley Cyrus song and began to hum it and then sing it, hoping that Gwen would be familiar with it and sing along." There's always going to be another mountain. I'm always gonna want to make it move. It's always going to be an uphill battle, and sometimes I'm going to have to lose. Ain't about how fast I get there, ain't about what's waitin' on the other siiiiiiiiiide.... it's the climb." Gwen and her sisters were helping their new nanny with clearing up the kitchen when she hears Sophie start to hum a very fa miler tune. Then she started to sing and Gwen couldn't help but sing along,"There's always going to be another mountain. I'm always gonna want to make it move. It's always going to be an uphill battle, and sometimes I'm going to have to lose. Ain't about how fast I get there, ain't about what's waitin' on the other siiiiiiiiiide.... it's the climb." Lilly and Giselle applauded as Gwen and Sophie finished singing. Sophie laughed once they finished and took a little bit of a bow. "Well, now that the dishes are all done, and the kitchen is clean, what do we do until bedtime? Homework?" She turned off the light in the kitchen and headed with the girls into the TV room. She was beginning to feel like part of the family, and she'd only been there for a few hours. Ryan, Sophie and the girls watched TV until bedtime. And, after Ryan tucked the girls in Ryan walked back into the TV Room, "So, I think we have few things we need to discuss now that you are going to be working here." She waited in the TV room for Ryan to come back for putting the girls to bed. In her mind she went over all the events of the day, and all the things she would need to do to prepare for her move. She would have to officially quit her job, pack up her apartment and put things in storage, find a buyer for the place, speak to her family and then finally settle in at the ranch house for the next several years. She glanced up when Ryan came back into the room. "Of course, I'm all ears." She gave him a bright smile. Ryan sat down on the couch next to her. "Well, first, Are you going to need any help getting your stuff here? If you need it I can give you an advance on your first paycheck. Also, if you want to redecorate your bedroom let me know, and I'll hire an interior decorator to help you. I guess now's as good of a time as any to go over some of the little things. The bus picks up the girls at 7:00 AM and drops them off around 4:00 PM. The latest I work is 5 PM. We usually have dinner around 6 PM. All the girls help set the table and clear the table. Then, after dinner it's pretty much free time, until the Girls go to bed at 9. Also, I'll be getting you a debit card of your own for the household account. You will be able to buy anything you need for the house. One more thing... Can you drive?" She nodded at all his words. She didn't see any reason to redecorate the room, and if she wanted to at a later time she could tell him so. It was fine the way it was, and once she got some of her own things moved in, it would have a more homey feel to it. "No, I think I'll be able to manage it. I'll just load what I have in my car. And yes, I can and do drive. I even have my own car." She grinned at him. She was sure that he assumed being from the city meant she didn't drive. Sometimes there was no need when other transportation could be arranged, but she found it to be a necessity. She knew she would need the debit card for buying groceries and other things for around the house, so she nodded at that. "I'll close my accounts in the city and open a bank account here. I'll get you the information so that you can deposit my salary in it without having to write me a check on pay day." She glanced at him. "Is there anything else you need me to know?" "No... I think we are all set," Ryan stood up, "So I will see you in the morning... Good night..." He smiled and headed upstairs to his room. That night all he could think about was Sophie lay in her bed going over the details of the day. She was pleased that she'd been offered the position. But she had a lot of work ahead of her before she could come back and settle in as the official nanny. The next morning, she made breakfast and saw the girls off to the bus before Taylor came to take her to the airport. "I'm going back to my home to pack and get Smoky ready for her new home. But I should be back in a few weeks, okay?" The girls had understood, it seemed, but Giselle had clung to her leg for a few minutes while Sophie rubbed her back. It must have been traumatic to lose her mother at such a young age. "I'll be back, sweetie, I promise." Once she was free of the girls, she told her plans to Ryan. "I have to pack up my apartment and get a buyer for it, but I've had people wanting to move in there for years, so it should be an easy sell. After that, I'll make the drive down and be all yours." She meant it professionally, but blushed at the way it had sounded when she said it out loud. Taylor and Sophie made more small talk on the way to the airport where they shook hands and went their separate ways. Back in the city it took Sophie a week to get her apartment packed up and divided into what she would take with her and what she would put in storage. All her furniture except for a few things for her bedroom went into storage, but her cookbooks, clothes, bedding and other things went with her. Her little Jeep was full to the brim with boxes by the time she was finished. She spoke to her parents and let them know that she was taking a position in Texas, but that they could come visit whenever they wanted and that she would make plans to come back a few weekends a year. With some tranquilizers from the vet, she got Smoky settled on the front seat and then made the twelve-hour drive from the city to the Texas ranch where she was going to be the nanny for three beautiful little girls. She honked as she arrived late in the afternoon some two weeks after she left. She had meant to call to tell them when she was going to arrive, but for some reason she also wanted it to be a surprise. Taylor was in the kitchen making some fried chicken, Gwen was upstairs in her room doing some homework and Lilly and Giselle were playing a game in the living room when they all herd the honking. Lilly and Giselle looked out the window and saw an unfamiliar Jeep in the front drive. But, Giselle's face lit up when she saw Sophie get out of the car. She dashed out the door, calling out, "Sophie!" She was wearing a blue dress and sneakers. Furthermore, she ran up to her nanny and hug her, "I missed you!" Sophie opened the door to her Jeep and smiled at the little dark haired girl running toward her. She reached out and picked her up, hugging her tight. "Giselle! I missed you too, sweet pea. I told you I'd be back." She winked and set the child back down. "I brought all my stuff from the city. Smokey is on the front seat. Will you go get her? Be really careful with her cage." The gray, long-haired cat was probably still fast asleep from the tranquilizer Sophie had given her a couple of hours ago, but she didn't want to wake her up by dropping her on the ground. She waved at Lilly's face in the window and grabbed her purse out of the front. She slammed the door of her car and then waited for Giselle to bring the cat around. The two of them walked into the house and Sophie greeted Taylor in the kitchen. The drive had been long, and Sophie was wearing a pair of jeans and a snug pink polo. Her hair was pulled back into a ponytail, and she wasn't wearing much in the way of makeup, but that was normal for her. Giselle carefully picked up the pet carrier and brought it around for Sophie. Then the two of them walked to the house and Lilly opened the door for them. "Hi, Sophie!" Said Lilly, she was wearing a t-shirt and jeans. "Is that your cat? She's very pretty." Taylor was surprised when Sophie walked in the kitchen, "What a nice surprise! Why didn't you tell us you were coming?" Just then, Ryan walked into the kitchen from the laundry room, "Day whose Jeep is..." Then he saw Sophie, "Sophie? When did you get here?" "Had, Little." She tousled the girl's hair and nodded. "Yep, that's Smokey. Once she gets used to my room, I'll let her out to get used to everyone else, okay? She's a little skittish. I rescued her from the pound, and she's always been really timid." Sophie grinned at Taylor. "I was going to, but I thought I'd surprise everyone." As Ryan walked in, Sophie caught her breath. It wasn't anything dramatic, and she brushed it off and turned a smile for him. "Hi, Ryan. I just got here. I was telling Taylor that I was going to call, but decided to surprise you all instead. Furthermore, I hope you're ready for me." "Oh yes," said Ryan, "Every day after school for the last two weeks when Giselle got of the bus she would ask Taylor, 'Is Sophie here yet?' So, do you need any help bringing your stuff in." Sophie smiled as Ryan told of Giselle's actions for the last two weeks. It made her happy to think that the little girl had missed her so much. She stroked the child's hair and then looked back to Ryan. "Yeah, probably. There are quite a few boxes. We can just stack them in my room for now." "Great," said Ryan, "I can give you a hand while Taylor finishes up dinner." Ryan and Sophie finished unloading the Jeep just as Taylor was putting dinner on the table. Later that night, after the girls had gone to bed Ryan walked to Sophie's room and knocked on the door. He was wearing a pair of blue silk pajamas. They got everything unloaded and stacked in her room. She'd let Smokey out so that she could get used to her room before she let her go running through the house. Dinner was delicious and Sophie thanked Taylor for preparing it before she left to go home. The girls helped Sophie clear the table and do the dishes. She read part of Harry Potter to Giselle before they went off to bed. Afterward, Sophie made her rounds through the house to be sure it was in order before she went to her own room. She began to unpack. She set up her bookshelf and started to load it up with the books she had in her boxes. Pretty soon, it had begun to look like the room in her old apartment. She started slightly at the knock, having assumed everyone had already gone to bed. She was wearing a pair of pajama bottoms and a tank top when she answered the door with slightly disheveled hair and a smudge of dust on her cheek." Hi, what's up?" Ryan smiled when Sophie opened the door, "Oh, Not much, I wanted to give you this." He handed her the debit care for the household account, "I wanted to make sure you got it in case you needed to head to town for anything tomorrow, and I wanted to see if you were all settled in and to see how Smokey was doing..." His smile did things to her that were really inappropriate for a working relationship. Her stomach got all mushy, and she wanted to sigh. But she kept it in and just smiled right back. She reached out and took the card from him. "Oh, perfect. Thanks!" She stepped away from the door, opening it wider so that he could see her progress and the little gray cat curled up on her bed. The cat's ears were up, and she was watching Ryan with reserve. If he took a step inside the room she'd probably end up hiding under the bed." Smokey is doing well, I think. My stuff smells familiar so she's not too freaked out. I'm going to introduce her to the rest of the house gradually. As for me? I'm getting there." She laughed softly and gestured at all the unopened boxes. "Mostly it's just clothes I've got to put away and hang up in the closet. But I got my bookshelf all set up." She glanced back at it and then back to him. "Will it be weird for you to have some stranger living in your house?" Ryan smiled. He couldn't help but look at Sophie as she walked around her room. Her tank top clung well to her breasts and showed just the right amount of cleavage. He could feel his cock getting hard. Ryan saw the cat looking at him, he didn't want to scare her so he kept his distance. When she asked if it would be weird to have a stranger living in the house, "It might be at first, but I think we'll all get use to it at first. Well, if you need anything just let me know... I'm going to head to bed, Good night..." She nodded at his answer, and then as he turned to leave she reached out and caught his sleeve. "Hey, Ryan? Thanks again for giving me this opportunity. It means a lot." She let go of his sleeve and glanced down. She could have sworn that there was a bit of a bulge there, but perhaps it was just the way the light played on the silk of his pajamas." Anyway." She gave him a nervous smile when she glanced back up. "Goodnight." Ryan smiled when she thanked him for hiring her. He wanted to kiss her after she wished him a good night. But he knew that would be inappropriate. Instead, he just looked at her and said, "Goodnight..." then he head upstairs and went to bed. She watched him go and then closed her door. She smiled to herself and went back to unpacking. Furthermore, she didn't quite finish before she went to bed. The next morning, she made blueberry pancakes, bacon and hash browns for breakfast. She made sure the girls made it to the bus okay, and then she went back into the house. She cleaned up the breakfast dishes and then went to gather laundry. She separated the loads by color. Reds went into the washer first. While it was washing she straightened up the TV room and vacuumed. After that it was time to switch the clothes over to the dryer and put in another load. While that one washed, she mopped the kitchen floor and dusted the living room. Taking care of the house while the girls were at school was going to be a cinch. She let Smokey out of her room while no one else was around so she could explore without feeling too skittish. At lunchtime, Ryan went up to the house for lunch and to check on Sophie. He walked into the laundry room and heard the washer was running. He took his boots off before he walked into the kitchen, "Sophie?" The little gray cat streaked by the booted cowboy and hid away in Sophie's room. But when he took his boots off in the laundry room, he no longer made any noise when he walked. Sophie was just putting together a ham and Swiss sandwich for Ryan when she heard his voice. She put a hand to her chest and turned, shaking her head. "Holy crow. You scared the breezes out of me." She laughed nervously and turned back to his sandwich. "Ham and Swiss okay for lunch?" She had also cut up some carrots and celery and poured some potato chips into a bowl. She carried it all over to the table. Furthermore, she'd made the same things for herself. "Okay if I eat with you?" Ryan laughed a little when she said that he scared her, "Sorry, I didn't want to track dirt all over the floor in here. And, I'd love to have lunch with you." Ryan washed his hands in the sink and then sat down at the table, "So, How's your first day going?" Then he started to eat. She grinned. "Thanks. I just mopped, so if you had tracked dirt in here I might have made you clean it up." She sat down at the table and began to eat. When he asked her how the first day was going, she nodded and swallowed. "Good, I think. I'm getting a lot done. I think during the summer and holidays when the girls aren't in school it might be a little more difficult to keep things as clean and orderly, but so far it's been pretty attainable. Oh, do you have a clothesline? I tend to hang most of the things I wash because it keeps them from fading and shrinking as much. But with five people in the house I'm sure to run out of shower curtains to hang things on." She took another bite of her sandwich. "How's work today?" Ryan smiled when Sophie told him that he would have to clean up the floor if he made a mess of it. It was something that Annabelle told him once, and he just laughs it off, until he tracked mud on to her nice clean floor. She made him mop the floor again. From that point on he made a point of taking his boots off in the laundry room. "Yeah, there's a clothesline outside just out the laundry room door." He took a bite of his sandwich, "Works good, the cattle are doing good. Everything's good." "Perfect." She grinned and reached for a potato chip. She munched on it for a minute, nodding as he spoke of his work. "Is everything always so good?" She was curious about his work, having never been on a ranch for more than a couple of hours at a time. She took another bite of her sandwich. Furthermore, she was surprised at how easy it was to talk to Ryan. He didn't make things awkward for her in the slightest, and she appreciated that. She was trying to make herself look at him as an employer instead of the incredibly handsome distraction that he was. Ryan smiles as he watched Sophie eat. He felt so at ease with her. Even though he'd only really known he for a couple of days, it felt like he knew her for a lifetime. "Yeah for the most part..." He sat their and continued to eat his sandwich. He wanted to kiss her so badly, but he knew that would be wrong. She glanced up and noticed him looking at her mouth. She felt a twinge in her belly and shyly glanced back down at her plate. The way he looked at her sometimes she felt like he wanted to kiss her or something. But she had to be imagining it. There was no way he wanted to do things like that. She finished her lunch and stood up, gathering her plate. "Is there anything else I can get you before you go back out to work?" Ryan finished his lunch, picked up his plate and walked up to the sink with her. Soon they were inches apart when she asked if there was anything she could get him before he went back to work. He stepped back and said with a smile, "No... I'm good..." "Okay. I'll have dinner on the stove when you get back." She'd had to hold her breath with him that close. It would have been so easy to brush against him, to kiss him. But they'd known each other two days. It was stupid to think he would want her. The rest of the day passed in relatively normality. The girls came home from school and did their homework. Sophie helped Gwen with some math, read an essay by Lilly and helped Giselle do a word search. By the time Ryan got home from work, she had lasagna in the oven, a salad and some cantaloupe ready on the table. She didn't bother with a centerpiece this time, but she put a tablecloth over the table and put out place settings nonetheless. She was just buttering some garlic bread when he got home. Ryan walked up to the house after finishing his work for the day and could smell the lasagna and the garlic bread. He walked into the kitchen and the girls ran up to hug him. He wanted to give Sophie a kiss, but he had to resist. The girls loved her so much it would hurt them to lose Sophie." Smells good," said Sophie, "I'm going to go wash up and change..." Ryan then headed upstairs. Dinner that night was pleasant. And over the next several weeks they fell into a routine. Sophie was completely unpacked and Smokey was growing more and more used to the other humans in the house. The girls prospered in school, and she was able to keep up with the housework. She enjoyed time alone after the girls had gone to bed and while they were at school, and she enjoyed all the time she spent with them and Ryan. She met Taylor's children and her husband when they all went to dinner at Taylor's one night. All in all, Sophie was adapting quickly and happily to her new lifestyle. A week prior, Taylor mentioned having the girls over for a campout in the backyard so they could spend some time with their cousins and give the new nanny and their daddy a night off. Sophie didn't think she needed a night off, but she understood the importance of familial relationships and knew it would be good for the girls to spend time with their cousins. As she and Ryan stood in the yard and waved to the retreating truck carting away their three girls, Sophie turned to him and raised a brow. "Now what?" Dinner was done and the kitchen cleaned. Without the girls to read to and watch TV with, it seemed like there was nothing to do. And the prospect of being alone with Ryan scared the hell out of her. Despite here best efforts, she'd felt a growing attraction to her employer. It made it awkward when he caught her just out of the shower and wrapped in only a towel, and she blushed from head to foot. She was fairly certain he had no idea how she felt, but sometimes she wished that he did just so she wasn't carrying it around like a lead weight all the time. Ryan stood there on the porch watching Taylor take the girls for a campout. On one hand, he was happy that his girls were spending some time with their cousins, aunt and uncle. On the other he was terrified at being alone with Sophie. He had been able to keep his feelings in check, but it was getting harder after he accidentally walked into her room one afternoon after she took a shower. Luckily she was wrapped up in a towel. When Ryan looked at Sophie after she asked, 'Now what?' Ryan looked in her eyes. She looked so beautiful that night. She wasn't dressed any differently than usual. But there was just something about the way she looked that night. As he looked into his employee's, he could have sworn he heard a small voice said to him, "Tell her..." After what seamed to be an eternity he said, "Sophia... I think there is something we need to talk about..." He took her by the hand and leaded her over to the wooden porch swing. He used her full name. Not the shortened version she'd grown used to. It worried her. Perhaps she wasn't living up to his standards. She was surprised when he took her hand and led her to the porch swing, but she still felt as if she might have done something to disappoint him. She sat down and turned slightly so she could face him. Furthermore, she licked her lips, waiting for him to speak. Tonight, the nanny was wearing a pair of long jean shorts that clung to her thighs. Her feet were bare, as she'd found that she liked the feeling of freedom it gave her, and she wore a spaghetti strap tank top in a flattering shade of yellow. Her counseled hair fell around her shoulders and down her back. "What is it, Ryan? Have I done something wrong?" Ryan smiled when Sophie asked if she'd done something wrong, "No... You haven't done a thing wrong. You're a great housekeeper, a wonderful cook, and the girls adore you. No, the problem is with me... You see, Sophie, my wife passed away almost three years ago now. She was the love of my life. I've never been with anyone but her and when she passed. I thought I would never find love like that again... But, I was wrong... Sophie, from the moment I first saw your picture I couldn't get you out of my mind. I guess what I'm trying to say is that I love you, Sophie." To say that Sophie was shocked was an understatement. And until the very moment he said those three words, she wasn't even sure of her true feelings. Yes, she knew that she was highly attracted to him and that she enjoyed his company very much. But it wasn't until she spoke those three words aloud that she realized how true they were for her, as well. She smiled shyly, dipping her head. "I love you, too, Ryan." She licked her lips and glanced up at him, laughing softly. "This is all rather sudden." Ryan smiled, "Yeah, I guess... But, there was just something telling me... 'Tell her, tell her now.' I'm just glad that you feel the same way about me." He wrapped his arms around her and held her close, "This is nice..." She leaned into him as he wrapped his arms around her, nodding. "It is." She glanced up at him, her blue eyes searching his face. She wanted to make sure that he was being honest. Furthermore, she didn't think she could take any toying with her heart, but it didn't seem that was the case." Kiss me." She whispered, her breath skating over his jaw and chin. Ryan smiled as they say there and looked out over the ranch. When she asked him to kiss her, he didn't hesitate. He turned her head toward his then lightly pressed his lips to hers. There was a spark there that sent shivers down his spine. Once he started to kiss her, he didn't want to stop. After several moments he broke the kiss and looked into her beautiful blue eyes, and said, "Wow..." His lips were soft and generous. Her lips were pliant and willing. She lifted one arm so she could wrap it around his neck. They kissed for several moments before he pulled back. She was dizzy with lust and her eyes were clouded with it when she finally opened them. "Yeah, wow," she whispered back, a languid smile crossing her lips as she leaned in to kiss him again. This time she used her tongue to explore his lips, tracing the outline and begging entrance. When he allowed her inside, she furtively touched her tongue to his, dancing over it as her hand slid up from his neck into his hair. She was getting more and more aroused and as she broke the second kiss, she panted softly against his lips. "We should go inside." She hoped that he would understand her suggestion and not think her too forward, but with the girls gone, she wanted to take advantage of the situation. Ryan smiled as they kissed again, and it didn't take much for him to allow her tongue into his mouth. Their tongues danced around each other as they continued to kiss. When she asked to go inside he was a little confused at first, but then he realized what she wanted, he smiled, "OK." he stood up and then took her hand to help her to her feet and didn't let it go all the way up to the bedroom. Once inside the bedroom they stood at the foot of the bed and the kissing continued as he started to unfasten her shorts, "Not that it matters... But, Are you a virgin, Sophie?" She shook her head with a bit of a smile. "No, I'm not a virgin, but it has been a while since I've been with anyone." She felt shivers run down her spine as he hooked his fingers beneath the waistband of her shorts. Her fingers skirted around the hem of his shirt, pulling it up. Her hands wandered all over as he helped her out of her pants. She helped him out of his clothes, too, continuing to kiss him feverishly. When she was in her bra and panties, and he was in his underwear, she wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him further. Ryan smiled as he looked at Sophie in just the bra and panties, "It's been awhile for me too." he said. Then he reached behind Sophie's back and unfastened her bra. Then he reached up and gently squeezed her breasts as they kissed. Then he took Sophie over to the bed and laid her down. He took hold of her panties and slowly slid them down her legs. Then Once they were off. He removed his boxers showing her his hard 9" cock for the first time. He climbed onto the bed and laid on top of her and continued to kiss her and touch her nude body. She moaned softly when he touched her breasts. She kissed him fervently as he removed the rest of her clothing and then his. Furthermore, she lay down on the bed and watched as he claimed on over her. Furthermore, she put her hands on his hips as he covered her and began to kiss her once more. Furthermore, she lifted one leg, her heel tracing down the back of his leg. Her breasts pressed against his chest while her hands roved over his shoulders and hair. "Oh, Ryan." Her breathing changed, hitching in some places as one hand reached down to caress his ass. Ryan started to kiss down her body until he reached her breasts. Then, he started to suck on her breasts. He gently nibbled on the nipples of the left breast. His right hand moved up to her right breast and stared to squeeze it. His left hand moved to her pussy. He cupped it and stared to slide a finger inside. She arched her back against his kisses, wanting to feel them everywhere. He sucked on her nipple and made her moan. His hand squeezed her other breast and she reached out to put her hand on top of his, pushing it down, wanting to feel his touch as much as she could. Her other hand moved to his hair, her fingers dragging through it. When she felt him at her pussy she gasped. He was going for it so quickly. She opened her thighs and sighed pleasurably at the sensation of his finger within her. "Ohhhh..." Ryan continued to play with her pussy. After several minutes, he switched breasts. Then, he moved up her body back to her lips. Then, he moved his cock so it was just touching her pussy lips, "Are you ready, Sophia?" She moaned more and more, her breathing turning to heavy pants and low mewling cries. He played with her pussy, grazing her clit and toying with her breasts. She kissed him when he moved back up her body. She felt the head of his cock touch her pussy lips, and she nodded, opening her legs to give him the best access. Furthermore, she gasped and arched her back against him. "Oh, God, Ryan... oh fuck me." Ryan smiles, and then he slides his cock into her pussy, "mmm... Yeah... Oh, yeah that's good..." He started slow at first and then slowly started to increase his speed. He squeezed her breasts and played with her nipples, as he continued to make love to her. Furthermore, he slid inside her, and she gasped, moaning as he smoothly fucked her. Her heels went around and locked behind him as she found their rhythm and began to meet his thrusts. Her velvet pussy encased his hard member and squeezed around him. She bit her lip and tipped her head back as she arched up against him. Her breasts and nipples jutting toward him, inviting him to play with them. Ryan smiled as he felt her legs move around behind him as they made love, "oh yes... Mmm... Yeah..." he moaned as he increased his speed. He continued to play with her breasts and nipples and kissed her when he could, "Oh... Sophie... You fell so good..." After several minutes, He could feel the cum building in his dick... "Oh... Sophie... I'm going to cum... I want to fill your pussy with my seed..." Sophie lay there and closed her eyes, tipping her head back as he increased his pace. His hands on her breasts made her so horny. She swallowed and then felt her orgasm wash over her. She pulsed and squeezed around his cock. Furthermore, she could only moan and nod when he said he wanted to cum inside her. Ryan smiled as she nodded then they continued to make love for several more minutes. Then, he felt his climax start to build. "Yes... Oh, yes... Here it comes, my love..." Then Ryan shot his load into her pussy. When he finished he slid out of her and laid next to her, "That was amazing..."

The Texas Rancher & The Nanny (Closed to Ryanmo97 and vitasenzaamore)|rating:4.0

Heroes Game (4E D&D Campaign Thread)

The Players'UAV For, Half-Elf Bard (DeKay)Vila, Even Ranger (Calvin)Rajneesh Than, Dragon born Paladin/Sorcerer (OMG PONIES)Brothel Lankan, Aladdin Wizard (Viracocha)Tingle River foot, Halfling Warlock (conciser)IOC Thread The Setting Spoiler Hide The Center Vale is located just west of the center of the continent of Cambrian. Not much is known of the world beyond Cambrian, and since the Cataclysm, most detailed maps and knowledge of the continent have been lost or forgotten. Local cartographers and historians have a detailed map of the Vale, here. Each of the players has been born into a family of notoriety, whether nobles, adventurers, or war heroes. Each for his/her own reasons has chosen to seek a name for themselves to follow in the footsteps of their heritage. The party first learned of the bounty for recovering the lost heirlooms while visiting Winter haven for the Summer Games event held once biannually. The event draws crowds from far across Cambrian. Local Proprietor Taiwan Wild arson commissioned the group to seek out these heirlooms with the promise of a 6000 gold piece reward. The group inquired as to Taiwan's interest in these items, he maintained that he himself was offered a bounty for them but in his old age has grown weary of adventuring, thus he sought out bright young stars to make a name for themselves. Under scrutiny (successful sense motive), Taiwan's intentions appear benign. The party's search for clues lead them all across the Vale, visiting Hammer fast, Fall crest, and many of the small hamlets with deep routes and long histories in the area. After uncovering some clues as to the location of the Farnsworth Heirlooms, the party traveled east, passed Hammer fast, into the Caves of Too where they battled a Knoll society which worshiped the area the items were locked in. Upon defeating the Knolls, the players recovered the items. The items are a large blue Shield and a crimson red Long sword whose blade is crystalline (checks for magic were fruitless, these items seem more decorative than magical). They return to Winter haven and the game begins as they approach town. House Rules Spoiler Hide Ignore Identify rules in the PHB. Ritual Identify Level: 1 (classes that can use rituals as a class feature gain this ritual free). Category: Divination Time: 1 hour Duration: Instantaneous Component Type: Metal (Platinum, Gold, Silver, Copper, consumed in a flash of fire during the casting) Component Cost: 100 GP Market Price: 200 GP from most vendors Key Skill: Arcane (no check) -Effect: The spell determines all magic properties of a single magic item, including how to activate those functions (if appropriate), and how many charges are left (if any). Some magical artifacts are immune to the knowledge of this magic. Ritual Casters Basically, identifying an item requires an hour and 100 GP (200 for a shop to do it). Detecting that an item is magic requires training in Arcane and a 5-minute rest, at which time you can determine if any objects in sight are magical. Calendar System Spoiler Hide MONTHS (28 days each) Deep snow Winter send New buds Warm rain Flower fields Summerson High heat Summer send Harvested Lea fall First freeze Winterson Days of week Monday (falls on day 3, 10, 17, 24) Gods day (falls on day 4, 11, 18, 25) Waterway (falls on day 5, 12, 19, 26) Earth day (falls on day 6, 13, 20, 27) Freeway (falls on day 7, 14, 21, 28) Star day (falls on day 1, 8, 15, 22) Sunday (falls on day 2, 9, 16, 23) Phases of moon: (The calendar system is directly based on the moon which has a 28-day cycle) Monday marks the start of a new phase of the moon, (Waxing, or Waning, Gibbous or Peasant). On the third day of the month is New Moon (no moon) and the 17th is Full Moon. Calendar Years are based on "CY" for "Common Year" Commonly understood world history Spoiler Hide In events prior to 0 CY, powerful magicians, tinkering with raw magical energy of the planet, triggered a cataclysm. -8 CY: The earth twisted and violently ruptured and magic ceased to function. The heavens, tells, and planes collapsed and reformed in a dramatic display of a mass reshaping. Much of existence was shuffled into the folds of the planes. When all settled, beasts, demons, and men walked the material plane. For a time civilization was diminished and reduced to pockets of those holding out in surviving structures, caves, and underground networks ~200 CY: Many generations after the Great Cataclysm, civilization began to reform, and several settlements were re-established. Trade roads and communication began to reform. Most settlements, strongholds, religions, and other surviving sects of sentience reset their calendar years based on the event. It was adopted as a common year across the lands, and upon the restoration of civilization a common calendar system was adopted. ~450 CY: A fellowship of powerful paladins campaigned from the Northern sea south to the Center Vale where they opposed and banished Orcs to the Abyss. ~550 CY: Fall crest re-establishes as the capital of the Center Vale and begins to rebuild. A King claims the area and is unanimously heralded by the community, happy to bring glory to their city. During these years the Center Vale was liberated of most hostile entities. 606 CY: Since the banishing of Orcs, dark dragons were no longer hunted and slain. A brood of black dragons had spent many years gathering followers and training them for war. Word was first sent south by witnesses of the activities of the dragons. 610 CY: The Dragons traveled south to the Center Vale from their stronghold somewhere to the far north. They left a wake of destruction miles wide. 610-616 CY: Many cities, allies to the kingdom of Fall crest, sent support to the area. Sects of wizards came to aid in the battle against these magical beasts. The Even Kingdom of Essence sent its best and brightest wizards and sages to aid in the effort. After 6 years of gruesome battle, and seemingly for no reason, the dragons relented. Not much is known of their motives. 642 CY: Monday 24, Summer send, 642 CY is Present day. Our heroes are returning to Winter haven after adventuring to the west for the Farnsworth Family Heirlooms, a red sword and blue shield. Much of the world outside the Vale is uncharted. The wild is quite harsh and cartographers are hard to come by. Trade routes lead to several cities in the fringes around the vale, but not much travel outside of them. The vale, due to its limited access over land, has been cleansed of most terrible threats. Those who live in the vale live in peace, unworried by the world which threatens those on the outside. Complacency learned over generations. The Rules Spoiler Hide Set forth by Fire Sickle: Timing Some weeks I will have time all day to check and update the IC Thread, some weeks I will only have a chance once a day or once every other day. I live in Eastern Standard Time (GMT -5:00) and work weekdays from 8am-5pm. The majority of my updates will occur after my work hours and on weekends. Absences I understand that we all have lives. If you have a planned vacation or event that will prohibit you from participating for an extended time, let me know, and I can either "A: Set your character aside" or "B: Play your character out if we are in combat or a situation requiring it". Of course, if you have any suggestions on which way to go, or what you would do, that would be considered as well. Dropping and Adding Players You are not entitled to stay in the campaign, and as such you are welcome to depart at any time. If there is a problem with a player, I opt to discuss this privately with the player and the DM will have executive decision to keep or exempt these problem players. The game should stay at or around 5 persons in the party, if we get low on players, friends of the current players/DM will be considered first, and we can resurrect a recruitment thread if that doesn't fill the quota. Dice Rolling When posting DM posts, I may ask for the players to make rolls. I like to use the honor system (roll a die in front of you and post that number in a spoiler tag)... If I feel that this system is being abused, I will go to a system where the players use something I can verify, or if drastic, will make rolls myself. Many rolls a player would normally make over the Table Top, I will make and post in spoiler tags. Tracking Stats and Powers used Keep track of what powers you have used each encounter, each day and maintain a running track of your current hit points in a spoiler tag at the end of each of your posts. Role Playing Keep your IC posts in character. Posting from the third-person perspective is preferred, but using First Person is acceptable. Posting Format (found this here: Spoiler Hide Character Name, Character Race and Class (Optional) "Character speech, often further differentiated by being colored text, preferably a color different from those of other characters in the game," the characters other actions are written as part of the paragraph, as if in a novel. Character thoughts, which are often not colored, but can be if preferred. Separating by paragraphs at conversation breaks or at logical action breaks is a good idea. {{Other symbols can indicate such things as radio calls, speech in languages other than the standard assumed language of the campaign, etc. Which symbols mean what should be established by the GM in the IOC thread or in the first post.}} [IOC: Out of character information goes in a spoiler tag, usually statistical information or questions. IOC banter is usually reserved for the IOC thread.] IOC Banter Please keep IOC banter limited to an IOC thread and in spoiler tags if you feel it deserves to be in the IC thread. Questions camp; Concerns, Private or Public If you are concerned with any part of the game, any players, or even myself you are welcome to raise these issues to the DM (via PM) or in cases where there is an extreme problem, publically in the IC thread. The GM will not tolerate abuse of raising questions in the IC thread, but you can PM the GM 50 times a day with questions if you so like. [Introduction]In the age before the cataclysm, beings of the material plane were the rulers of magic. They invented spells, rituals, and commanded the raw energy magic. Each warden was more powerful than that of 1000 wizards of today. A code amongst the wardens of magic saw to protect that which was, and for a time all was well and wealthy. A young innovator, benevolently looking to find a common connection between worlds, broke the tenants of his people and created a magical device to transverse the planes. This magical-machine was the size of a large mill, big enough to transport tonnes goods and groups of beings. Upon his first use of the device, an effect of it's harmonized construction caused its link to the planes to exponentially strengthen and eventually eviscerate the veil between them. The very earth twisted and mountains capsized, and the planes collapsed on each other. In the aftermath, the god of time, Vendor, touched the world and restored the calm. He settled magic and sorted the planes. In his disappointment, he punished man by removing his rule over magic, forcing man to study and train all his life for even a touch of magic. In the years to come the world healed, and civilization rebuilt. The events of the past are long forgotten, skewed in telling of legend. [Game]It is Monday 24, Summer send, 642 CY is Present day. The sun set in a brilliant display of vivacious beauty as our heroes lay and watch. It's hard to overcome the excitement of the reward for this successful bounty. A camp was established out of sight of the main road, just east of Winter haven. The colors of the morning sun rise truly contend that of reserve. As our heroes packed their camp, Vila noticed tracks circling the perimeter of the camp. A three shift guard had been established and no one saw anything the night before. Following the trail leads back to the road and is lost thereafter. After some time discussing, the party set out to return to town. About an hour and a half outside of Winter haven.... As you near town, a caw from circling birds catches your attention. Glancing their way, you see the hilt of a sword poking from some brush. The stench of carrion draws your attention just passed, and you see several body parts removed from their owners littering the brush... The crunch of stones beneath your boot stirs the feeling of your gut as you the situation sets in. Spoiler Hide Perception Roll ArothelArothel sniffs the air and makes a face,"What in the gods' name is that stench?" Noticing the remains of a massacre, he strains his senses to find out if the cause is still around. Spoiler Hide I assume you mean perception check? No more spot/listen in 4E. Perception roll: (1d20+9)[24] StatblockSpoiler Hide Brothel Lankan, Aladdin Wizard Unit +8 HP 30/30 Bloodied 15 Healing Surge 7 (0 used /7) AC 16 Fort 13 Reflex 16 Will 16 Speed 6 STR 10 (0) Con 12 (+1) DEX 16 (+3) Int 18 (+4) Wis 13 (+1) CIA 11 (0) Ghost Sound Mage Hand Light Prestidigitation Scorching Burst Thunder wave Shield Expeditious Retreat Second Wind Fey Step Wand of Accuracy Burning Hands Color Spray Flaming Sphere Sleep Ray of Enfeeblement Notes +5 to saving throws against charm TER'UAV Walking at the front of the group, a tall half-elf sing a nice lively tune, using his small drum ties on his let hips to play the beat. His black hair is cleanly cut and combed. You can see his blue eyes scan the horizon, a smile going from ear to ear. He wears an adventurer cloak, some chain armor, some brown and green clothes and a wide brimmed hat. A small shield hangs over his shoulder and a nice long sword styled pummel is resting in a nicely decorated scabbard. Beside his drum, a flute is stowed in a leather pocket. As the bard spot the body pieces, he immediately scan the area stopping his song and say,"Careful guys, Whatever did this might be still around." He readies his shield and draws his sword which hum a song as it cut through the air. Spoiler Hide Perception : (1D20+2)[19] TER'UAV Status Spoiler Hide HP :...38/38...TEMP HP :...0 Surge Value :...9 Surge left/surge per day :...10/10 AC:...19...FORT:...15... REF:...15...WILL:...17... Main Hand : Harsh Song Long sword Offhand : Light Shield Powers : Misdirected Mark War Song Strike Action point (1/1) Second Wind Majestic Word (2/2) Eye bite Shout of Triumph Charger's Call Slayer's Song of Courage (Daily) Items powers (1/1): Harsh song long sword +1 (Daily) Dwarves Chairman (Daily) Consumables : Healing potion (1) Effects from TER'UAV : Effects on TER'UAV : Items Carried : Spoiler Hide Ritual Book Backpack (empty) Bedroll Belt Pouch (empty) Climber's Kit Overburning Torch Flint and Steel Drum Flute Silk Rope (50 ft.) Trail Rations (10) Waterski Harsh Song blade Long sword +1 Light Shield Dwarves Chain mail +1 Amulet of Protection +1 Potion of Healing (heroic tier) Alchemical Reagents (Arcane) (120) Riches : Spoiler Hide 59 GP 9 SP Rituals Spoiler Hide Glib Limerick Traveler's Chant Brew Potion Comprehend Language Rajneesh, Dragon born Paladin/Sorcerer The dragon born stops, his armor clanging loudly with the momentum behind it. His nostrils flare as he inhales deeply. Turning to Brothel, he growls, No mistaking it, that's the smell of war. Of violence." He makes a fist and moves it down his chest in a winding path--a familiar ritual of prayer for followers of Bahamas. {{"Guard the souls of the departed from the path into darkness,"}} he mutters in Diatonic. Spoiler Hide (1d20+2)[12] Perception Tingle River foot, Halfling Warlock"Phew! If that's the smell of war, Rajneesh, remind me never to join the army." Tingle pinches his nose shut, wrinkling his brow in disgust at the stench. He scans the carnage to see if he can figure out whether this massacre came from sword or claw, but keeps one eye over his shoulder to make sure no one (or nothing) is able to sneak up on him. Spoiler Hide Perception (first to check the bodies, second to scan the area) (1d20+1)[12] (1d20+1)[2] Spoiler Hide HP: 35/35 Rajneesh Than, Dragon born Paladin/Sorcerer The dragon-man snorts in laughter, and tufts of smoke rise from his flaring nostrils." Private River foot... I can see it now. Medical discharge on day one for intense nausea." In a cacophony of capricious commentary, our heroes make their way to investigate the scene. As they near, several scavengers scatter. Ter'YavandArothel notice that there is little blood around these remains. It appears that they have been dumped here. The age of the remains is unknown, but they do show signs of decay and magical preservation. What little blood is here trails off into the brush nearby where a hobgoblin rests peacefully in death; the hilt of his sword resting just in view from the road. The blood and corpse are fresh, maybe even less than a day. Tingle Riverboats unsettled by the situation, and in his disturbed state, sees nothing upon his quick scan of the area. Deter'UAV inspect the remains, shaking in head in disgust." Apparently, these have been dropped here. There is too little blood and beside I can sense some residual magic, probably to slow the decay. How disgusting." He strolls to the fallen orc and inspect it, an orc this close to the city." This is weird, why would a fresh orc corpse be here? Anyone of you can find tracks around here? It might give us a clue of what did this, or at least where they came and have gone." The bard inspect the orc for some clan marks. Spoiler Hide Is there any known orc tribes close by and if He finds a clan mark where does it come from. History(1D20+9)[16] I assume the body parts are all from different corpses and that no complete corpse can be made out of these right? Vila 34/34Yila holds her hand for her nose. Blech, This is just nasty, you guys can try to make something out of this. She investigates the ground en try to find any clues to solve the question of what brought these body parts here or whatsoever. She looks in all directions to see if there is someone near. Found anything yet TER'UAV? She keeps looking at the ground and never comes within 4 feet of the corpses while searching. Spoiler Hide Nature - (1d20+11)[17] Find tracks Perception - (1d20+11)[20] screen the surroundings and horizon Taking in the area, Vila begins to inspect the scene. Several tracks circle this area. How many persons and what direction they went, beyond to the nearby road, is indeterminable. Unwilling to near the corpses, Vila doesn't get a good look at them. Ter'UAV inspects the body parts. They are scattered about in no particular order. They appear to have been frozen, as the ground around each is damp and there hasn't been rainfall in days. No clothing or personal affects accompany the appendages, and each is a left arm or left leg. They appear to all be human, some clearly male some clearly female. TER'UAV estimates 13 people total. The hobgoblin in the brush was not carrying the sword; rather, he was run through with the sword still protruding from his gut. He is wearing peasants clothing and his soared ankles and wrists suggest he was a slave. He has no tribal or slave markings, and is carrying no personal affects.[Further examination of the scene yields no more information]Spoiler Hide [item]Short Sword (in hobgoblin's gut) [Roll]Knowledge Arcane if trained TER'UAV Onlooking back at Vila,"Nothing more than the fact that these body part have been frozen, probably using some sort of magic I'd guess. Also, this hobgoblin probably was a slave. I get that by his clothing mainly. Do you guys know if hobgoblins are used around this area as slave? I don't even think I ever saw one in the city area where I was raised." Spoiler Hide Arcane : (1D20+9)[21] TER'UAV is reminded of a phrase he once read, perhaps an incantation or ritual... "13 lost limbs left lingering." Spoiler Hide [Common Knowledge Slavery is not common in the surrounding area, most kingdoms have forbid the enslavement of intelligent creatures, including goblins] Ritual Casters Look up in the House Rules section of the first post, I put a ritual you may automatically get that is used for identifying. Identifying an item requires an hour and 100 GP (200 for a shop to do it). Detecting that an item is magic requires training in Arcane and a 5-minute rest, at which time you can determine if any objects visible to you are magic. Brothel"I don't believe slavery is very common". He kneels down to inspect the hobgoblin." Hmm, could this be tying up loose ends? A hireling killed to prevent talking?" Spoiler Hide Perception: (1d20+9)[13] Arcane: (1d20+12)[19] Rajneesh Than, dragon born paladin/sorcererRanjeesh crosses to the goblin's corpse and carefully pulls the sword from its gut. He lays the goblin down gently, closing its eyes and resting a hand over its heart.{{May the luster of the Platinum Dragon guide your soul to everlasting light}}, he prays in Diatonic. He traces yet another curve over himself as he rises." I'm thinking he may have been the runner,"the paladin grunts as he looks to the group,"paid a pittance to dump the parts, and slaughtered to avoid parting with even those few coins. This was the work of someone as greedy as they are sick." Spoiler Hide (1d20+5)[9] Streetwise check for any knowledge of how the guilds around here function (perhaps by hiring peasants to do their dirty work). EDIT: Grr, looks like I won't be knowing much. Tingle River foot, Halfling Warlock"All I know is, there's something real fishy about all this. Definitely not a random slaughter." Tingle picks up the sword and examines it from all angles, trying to see if he can recognize any distinctive features about it to mark its origin. Spoiler Hide Streetwise (1d20+10)[23] You guys better find out what it's about so we can leave this place She keeps looking around to see if no one is coming. It would be a bit suspicious if someone would see them at the crime scene. Besides the stench if horrible.... Brothel looks at the hobgoblin. It appears 1-day dead, 2 days at the most. The body is covered with bruises and wounds consistent with whipping and chain cuffs. The hobgoblin bears no tattoos or branding, and his clothing is plain.[Rajneesh Than lays the hobgoblin to rest]The short sword appears average in craft. No apparent markings on it suggest its smith. This is the blandest short sword Tingle River foot has ever looked at. From the wear in the grip he figures its bearer was right-handed. Brothel"Hmm, his body shows evidence of being either a prisoner or a slave. It has been one or two days, so the killer is surely far by now. I suggest we move on and maybe make some inquiries once we reach the next town." TER'UAV Mortaring a few steps back to get a better view of the scene, TER'UAV says,"I think this might be the remains of a ritual, an evil one for sure, that have been made here. The hobgoblin might some sort of sacrifice. I cannot remember the specifics, but I think I have read somewhere some information about a ritual with 13 limbs." Ter'UAV counts the limbs." Let me concentrate to see if I can sense some lingering magic around here." The half-elf start meditating to feel the vibes of magic. Spoiler Hide Arcane : (1D20+9)[11] Sorry for my lack of replies yesterday, I was out of town. [5 minutes pass]TER'UAV For senses no magic in the area, though with instantaneous rituals and spells, this is not uncommon. [Rajneesh Than Knowledge] Spoiler Hide There are various guilds in larger cities. These guilds represent peoples of a profession, and there is a legal Thieves Guild in Fall crest. The guilds sometimes govern who can practice a profession within the city limits. These guilds collect fees for formal permits. Profits from permits and services are taxed to benefit the city. Many kingdoms and smaller villages have no guild system. Winter haven, for instance, has none. Slavery is not common anywhere in this land, although no entity rules all the vale so it is not outlawed everywhere. There is always someone willing to work for hire, but you get the impression this hobgoblin wasn't getting paid. Seeing that the sword isn't special in any way, Tingle tosses it aside, where it lands in the brush near the hobgoblin."13 limbs, huh? Creepy. Maybe our noble employer can shed some light on the situation, he said he used to be an adventurer, right? I say we head back to town." Suddenly, a thought strikes Tingle." Hey, Vila, do those tracks look like they're the same ones that were around our camp last night? If whoever did this is keeping an eye on us, I'd certainly like to know." TER'UAV MOROP finishing his meditation, TER'UAV says,"There isn't any residual magic, but it could have been an instantaneous ritual, if it really was one." The half-elf nod at the warlock,"I agree Tingle, not much we can do here now anyway. I can do some research at the city about this '13 limbs' ritual I have heard of before. I might learn more which could shed some light on this. And besides, I nice hot meal and ale is awaiting us there!" With a smile, he adds,"The last one at the Inn pays the first round!" The bard then start to move on the road again, walking, apparently not caring if he ends up paying that first round, they had something to drink to after all, having completed their first mission. "I can second the meal,"Rajneesh says with a smile,"but perhaps I should avoid the ale. Gave me quite an awful headache last time." Ranjeesh doesn't tell the others about the visions that accompanied the headache, the sight other. There are some things it is better not to tell those under your protection. Spoiler Hide perception - (1d20+11)[23] To see if the footprints match. If not the right roll insert the right + modifier Brothel"Indeed, let's go. I don't think there's anything else to learn here." Indeed, I rather not stay heroic Is there a IOC threat? Vila takes a moment to examine the tracks around the scene with more scrutiny. Vila carefully compares the size, depth, and tread of the print to her memory of the tracks from the camp site. She feels confident that they were not made by the same boot. The tracks encircling this area are numerous, and follow no particular order or path except to go around where the limbs are dumped. They were made by boots bearing a similar impression but, with her keen eye, Vila can see that they are of varying depths and balance suggesting that they were generic footwear on multiple persons. After an unsettling look at the scene our heroes conclude that there is little more they can do or learn and hit the Kings Road back to Winter haven.[An hour and a half passes as our heroes make their way uneventfully along Kings Road to Winter haven]WinterhavenSpoiler Hide Click here for artist's impression of Winter haven 1. Outer Gate and Walls - Always guarded by two guards, regardless of time, closed at night, open by day. 2. Grafton’s Inn 3. Market Square - Not pictured, usually sets up just outside the #6 tower, where a small non-functioning fountain sits. The market sets up twice a week (Monday camp; Freeway). There you can find various foods and wares of local farmers, crafters, and townsfolk. 4. Stables 5. Smithy 6. Calhoun’s Tower 7. Berlin’s Grand Shoppe Berlin Wild arson traveled the world, or so he claims, before setting up shop in Winter haven ten years ago. Berlin Wild arson commissioned our heroes to seek the Farnsworth Heirlooms. 8. Warrior Guild 9. Tenements 10. Temple - Several deities worshiped, Amanda being the most prominent. 11. Inner Gate 12. Winter haven Siege Supplies - This structure acts for the defense of the locals when the town comes under attack, is stocked with water, food, and weaponry. 13. Winter haven Barracks 14. Manor House The sun sits nigh its peak in the sky as our heroes make their way to the Outer Gate of Winter haven. Being Monday, the market square is very much alive and filled with vendors of various food, gear, and stories. Adventurers and strange folk are common place on days of Market, even more so on days of worship. Under the buzz of the day, the townspeople pay little mind to the band of heavily armored adventurers as they walk up the road. Many people can be seen entering and exiting the Temple, in front of which, Calhoun the Prescient is entertaining children with some minor illusionary magic. His fool-act garners laughs from anyone in audience, children and parents and passersby alike. The songs of birds and bugs can be clearly heard over the low murmur of voices in the packed town.[The guards at the gate will not recognize you from your last visit, as you came to town on one of the busiest days of 3 years past. The guards will direct you to Berlin's Grand Shoppe before you have a chance to inquire about it, assuming you to be travelers just passing through.][You have just entered the city]IOC Thread Spoiler Hide I did not start one, if you guys want to, go for it. If you do, can you forward me a link, so I can add a subscription to it? Sorry Spoiler Hide Had a really long and drunken weekend. I didn't have the sobriety to write the next scene, or I certainly would have responded sooner. TER'After'UAV walk into town and turn to his friends,"I guess we should complete our quest before going to celebrate. What do you say?" Noticing the town wizard, TER'UAV adds,"I might ask that wizard about the possible ritual we encountered out there. I'll go book an appointment now for later on, when we are done with our delivery." The bard move toward the wizard entertaining the crowd. When he manages to get noticed by the wizard, he gives him a small nod to significant he would like to speak with him. As soon as he gets the chance, he will tell him, trying to rub it the right way,"Sir, I'd like to meet you later on, after you're done with your show and I am with my errands. This is about some possible ritual signs that we encountered out of the town, which could be 'bad' for this area. My expertise isn't so great, so I would like the opinion of an expert on the matter." Spoiler Hide Diplomacy : (1D20+12)[17] Tingle stretches his arms and looks longingly at the market. Hey, let's get this stuff back to Berlin so we can hit up the marketplace. After eating nothing but trail rations this whole week, I could really go for some good ol' meat on a stick." Spoiler Hide Streetwise check: Do I know the best place to get some good street food? (1d20+10)[17] [TER'UAV]TER'UAV tries to gain the attention of Calhoun. Just as it seems that he has his attention, TER'UAV starts to say,"Sir, I'd like to meet you later on..." Calhoun vanishes and appears again covered in green slime with feathers sticking out of his ears. He flaps his arms about and, upon hooting a loud "gobble", feathers spew forth from his mouth and wisp around the crowd he is entertaining. Several kids scream in delight and chase the feathers around. The adults in the group clap. With a wave of his hand Calhoun is clean and orderly again. He pulls a deck of royal trump cards from his pocket and begins a fantastic display of effects moving the cards around in formations. He narrates a conflict between the royal family of Fall crest and a foreign kingdom known as Crawford...[it appears you will not capture the attention of Calhoun][Tingle River foot]The smell of roasting meat and various exotic foods is thick in the air. Several stands around are selling foods, cooked, uncooked, single meals, and in bulk. With a passive perception Tingle can see one meat-on-a-stick vendor close by.[Streetwise]The very best food in Winter haven, reliably, would be a meal at the Grafton Inn. On days of Market any vendor is hit or miss in terms of food quality. While price often determines quality, sometimes the cheapest things can be the best tasting and the most expensive exotic ones could be the worst. It's a gamble to get great quality food from the market. Brothel"Indeed, let's finish the business we have at hand so we can get our reward and relax. I don't want to miss the market." TER'Naval, I'll the man later I guess. Being amused by wizard tricks himself, TER'UAV final decide not to disturb the entertainer for now and go join his allies to deliver the shield and sword. Spoiler Hide IOC Thread I will post the next scene soon, I will tie up any tangents that you want to run and have posted before I post the scene (Entering Bearing Grand Shoppe). Rajneesh Than, dragon born paladin/sorcererRanjeesh shakes his head gently as his companions are distracted by the trappings of city life." Come on, friends,"he laughingly admonishes them,"we have a job to do. Let's not focus on furlough just yet." The lurid sounds of the Marketplace shatter the serenity of the shoppe as our heroes enter. With creaking reluctance, the port to the Shoppe slowly swings closed and silence falls as they head to the front counter. Bairwin stands behind the counter, fully locked in steady observation of an elegant ceremonial dagger. The blade itself has a blue shine to it as Berlin turns it in the light. The hilt is carved out of some sort of black mineral. No doubt the property of the elderly, white haired half-elf standing in front of the counter. Bairwin sets the blade on his finger to inspect its balance. He then sets the dagger down on the counter, and leans back on his heels to rub his chin and ponder. The full girth of his enormous mid-section reveals itself under his crossed arms. After a few moments he says,"Indeed, a fine piece, I agree to 500 GP." Simultaneously, he removes one of several pouches at his waist and sits it on the counter next to the dagger. The elderly half-elf nods and shakes Berlin's gigantic hand. He picks up the coin pouch and swings on his heels, facing our heroes. A scar runs from above his right brow, through an eye socket covered by a patch, down his right cheek, and all the way across his throat. Scars are visible on almost every exposed part of his body. He pauses and takes in the group for a moment with his good eye. He bows deeply and exits the building. The roar of the market makes its presence known once again as the door swings open and shut again. Bairwin looks the players over, inspecting their visible gear. "So, back for more information are we?" he inquires as he pulls a long pipe and pouch of tobacco out from under his counter. He taps some of his blend into the pipe and takes a few puffs before offering it to the nearest person to his left. Spoiler Hide The first player to respond is essentially the one to the left, if two people type their responses at the same time, and it's not edited by my next post, I will straighten out everything in a spoiler at the top of my post. You know, from a prior revisit, that it is customary for Berlin to share a pipe with persons who are under his hire, as a sign of respect and good-faith. "Well, yes and no." Tingle accepts the pipe and takes a puff. As he exhales, he infuses a bit of magic into the smoke, and it comes out in a softly glowing green ring. I think, before we ask you for more information, you'd be happy to hear that we've done the job we were hired for." He passes the pipe to the next person. Spoiler Hide Anyone? Butler? Butler? Butler? Spoiler Hide Waiting for an answer in the IOC thread. Asked if we were hired by this guy. ArothelArothel takes the pipe. The smoke curling away from it suddenly takes the shape of the heirlooms they were hired to retrieve." Indeed, the real ones are in our safe possession." He draws from the pipe and blows out some smoke which swirls around, coalescing into five money pouches in orbit around the heirlooms." And I believe six thousand gold pieces was the promised reward?" He passes the pipe on to the right. [TER'UAV]Spoiler Hide After a few minutes, TER'UAV relents on his effort to capture Calhoun's attention. Turning back in the direction of his peers, he realizes he missed them heading into the Grand Shoppe. From memory TER'UAV makes his way to the shop. Before getting too close, his eyes fall on an elderly Half-elf leaving the Grand Shoppe before hanging a right and walking out of view. The half-elf wore a patch on his left eye. [A DC 19 Perception sees his scars] In a short time TER'UAV reaches and enters the shoppe. Joining his peers, TER'UAV engages in the conversation with Berlin at the front counter. TER'Vacuum, a fellow half-elf, I thought I knew most of them in this area., ponder TER'UAV as he politely nods to the half-elf he sees outside. As TER'UAV enter the shop, he spot his friends already speaking with their employer. He walks to the group and take the pipe, inhaling deeply and letting out a nice ring of smoke." Good pipe weed, as ever! So did you guys close the deal already? Some drinks have our names on them at the inn!" Spoiler Hide Is this Half-elf known in the area (someone important)? History : (1D20+9)[10] Rajneesh Than, Dragon born paladin/sorcerer The quiet paladin sits nervously as the pipe approaches him. Clouds the mind, he thinks. Can't have that--don't want another incident. He considers passing politely as the pipe is extended to him, but doesn't want to insult his host's generosity. Instead, he takes the smallest drag he can muster, suppressing a cough as he passes it on. Flash lungs a bit on her lyre. She passes the pipe without a drag. She seems a bit nervous and annoyed at the same time. Ordinary people...*HHH*she hums a bit while she listens and observe the half elf and their host. I think we should get our reward. Then I want to see some more of the market. Sorry if this dishonors your hospitality, but I prefer to know the town where I will sleep for the night. Yila stands up and looks at the rest if they agree with her leaving. Just for a short while she said. Spoiler Hide perception - (1d20+11)[12] to look at the two men. [roll=Insight1d20+4[/roll] For where the scar dude will be heading to 1d20+2 if this is streetwise Berlin hoots a hearty laugh as he receives his pipe back. He taps its remains out on his heel and begins tamping a fresh pack in while his eyes roam to meet each of the groups'." Aye, 6 parts one thousand owed to those who return the heirlooms to me. But how could have possibly found it so fast? Many generations have looked for these lost pieces, so you can understand my apprehension without seeing proof." Once again, Berlin sits back on his heels placing one arm atop his portly stomach, propping up the others elbow as he tests the airflow in his freshly packed pipe. Bringing his other arm up, a small flame protrudes from a device concealed in his hand as he takes a long drag to light the contents of the pipe. He passes the pipe back to Vila for an opposite rotation.[TER'UAV][History check for half-elf]Spoiler Hide You do not recognize the half-elf who disappeared from your view before you had time to carefully consider his appearance. Rajneesh nods slightly and blinks slowly." We were guided by the radiant scales of Bahamas. His mighty light opened our eyes to that which others did not see. Tell us, what other jobs might you have for us?" He remains calm, though he is filled with turmoil at the second passing of the pipe. How much of that leaf could Berlin possibly have? TER'yavRealising that Rajneesh answer probably won't satisfy Berlin, the half-elf elaborate a bit,"Well, Bahamut radiance sure light our steps, and I am sure lady luck herself was with us. We travelled all across the Vale for clues, visiting mainly the oldest towns, which had some potential to have good historical documents and information. You clue led us east, on the other side of Hammers, into the Caves of Too. You might know that these caves are, or more accurately were infested by some knolls that considered them Holland. That is where this heirloom were locked away and lost to human civilization. I guess you should show the man the heirlooms we recovered Rajneesh." Eager as a hungry housecoat, Tingle pulls himself up onto Rajneesh's shoulders and rummages through his pack, pulling out the crimson sword and azure shield." Here they are, Sir Berlin, for your viewing pleasure, I give you... the lost heirlooms! Humming a theatrical tune, he swings them out with a flourish and lays them down on the counter. Berlin shuffles on his feet slightly upon seeing the presented weaponry. Bending at the knees slightly, he reaches under the counter and retrieves a small chest with key. The muscles of his neck flex noticeably as he heaves it onto the counter. The metal corners of the box squeal as he swivels it to face the players, laying the key beside it. “I hope you understand my skepticism, I have seen many counterfeits in the last few years.” He presents a small knife and a looking glass. Delicately, he lifts the red crystal sword. After inspecting its angles, he nicks a small mark on the hilt and inspects that with the looking glass. After several moments his eyes light up and a grin grows across his face. Reaching his hand back to one of the many pouches at his hip, he grabs a pinch of powder from it. Dashing the pinch on the counter, he lifts the blade high in the air and slaps its flat edge on the powder. A bang and flash of smoke invite the smell of brimstone into the room. After Berlin seems satisfied with the authenticity of the sword, he performs a similar ritual with the shield. “Aye, these are indeed the real thing. As promised, 6 thousand gold pieces.” Tapping his finger on the top of the chest, you audibly hear the lock tumble and the lid bursts open. The gold shine from its contents fill the room. TER'UAV"It is quite insulting that you do not trust complete strangers!", says the bard, voice full or sarcasm and a huge understanding smile painted in his face. As the man is satisfied, TER'UAV adds,"Thank you, we do are honest and able men. If you have any other job, now would be a good time to offer it." With an overly exaggerated gesture of his arm and a deep bow, Berlin says,"Alas, I do not have more work. If such work does present itself, I will certainly consider you fine gentlemen, and lady, once again." Brothel"We will be looking forward to doing business with you. In the meantime, if you would be so kind, could you spread the word that an extraordinary band of adventurers is looking for some tasks to accomplish? Also, where would be the best place to find lodgings? Perhaps some place where the folks can listen to our great exploits." He grins widely. [Head back to my post on 10-18-2010 11:31 AM (I think it's page 1) for some more information on Winter haven (in a spoiler block)]Berlin looks up and answers,"Aye, word spreads fast in this small village. You will need little greasing of the cogs in that regard. Grafton’s Inn is your best bet of finding lodging within the walls and food after the day's Market dissolves. There is a town bulletin on the outside of the Inn if you are looking for work, although I couldn't say if you will find anything that poses a challenge for extraordinary folk such as yourselves" TER'Bathe bard look satisfied with the deal now closed,"Alright guys, let go get ourselves some nice drink, meals and share this reward. Goodbye Berlin." Ter'UAV head out, going toward the Inn, leaving the money for the strong ones to carry. The Small Lockbox Spoiler Hide Contents 6005x Gold pieces 1x White Gem (100gp value). 17x Silver pieces 1x Odd-looking key (fits and locks the box) The box is very well crafted and the lock itself is of master craft design. Roll Call Spoiler Hide Let me know what you want to do next. Berlin Wild arson is still available to converse with if you have more questions. -There is a job/bounty post board outside the Inn. -The market has many great items, foods, and services for offer (i.e., if you want to spend your money) -The town sage, Calhoun, won't be performing all night if you want to catch him he will be available at a random location as the Sunset nears. ArothelArothel performs an exaggerated bow." Many thanks! We shall take our leave. Food and drink sounds splendid, to the inn!" Rajneesh Than, dragon born sorcerer/paladin"Aye, a spot of food may do us good. Mind your wits, friends--no drunken bar fights, please." TER'Smiling at Rajneesh,"You know me better than that friend. I am a lover, not a fighter! I'll get ahead of you, I want to speak to a few people on the street I know here, from last time we have been into town. I'Lao see if there is some new stuff going on in or around this area." Ter'UAV move out, checking out for a few of his contacts, speaking with various people who appear inclined to chat, while heading to the Inn. As he gets to the Inn he orders a beer and mingle with the people, seeking the latest news. Spoiler Hide I'd like to use streetwise to get news/rumors/events/interesting jobs offers that would/could interest us. Streetwise : (1D20+12)[17] [In a private area in Winter haven]Before our heroes get too far apart, they take a moment to sift through and break up their earnings. A gold glow emits from the contents of the small chest as it is opened. Each person receives 1201 gold and 3 silver from the loot.[ITEM: Small Chest, Lock (average)][ITEM: Key, Small Chest][ITEM: White Gem (100gp value)][LOOT: 2 Silver pieces]The box is very well crafted and the lock itself is of master craft design. The key is made of a brass material and heavily worn and soiled from years of use. The head of the key is designed to resemble a dragon holding a torch to it's opened mouth.[Entering the Grafton's Inn]The sun sets as you follow your peers through town to Grafton's Inn. With the sounds of the marketplace long gone, it's hard to miss the low murmur of the crowd and the smell of fine foods emitting from the Inn. As a patron exits through the front door, a burst of light from within reveals the calm setting and crowded atmosphere. Inside the door, a large half-orc asks that you secure your weapons or stow them away if they cannot be. He eyes any spell casters with obvious disdain, but has little else to say other than to tell you that you may seat yourself. Few tables remain open. There is a picnic-bench style one near the east wall which has room enough for you and your peers. A human bard is performing a comedy act on stage with several beautiful women as stagehands. He is acting out a scene where he is a hideous king who is having no luck getting his current wife executed so he can marry his mistress. A few moves too quickly sends his fake nose flying into a gentlemen’s drink in the front row. The large red-haired man bellows a laugh so large that it rings in your ears. Unified, the act goes on. As you seat yourself, a ten dress will come to your table to light the lanterns there and take any orders you may have. Good Game gentlemen Closed

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World of Conquest (1845 Alt Hist; Open, IC

World of Conquest (1845 Alt Hist; Open, IC)IOC: of Conquest The year is 1845 and the world is a very different place. The world is now filled with new empires and nations unlike any the world has even seen. Great armies, larger than any ever seen, now fight wars on all continents. Industrialization is taking root in the nations of the world and the world economy is booming to heights never seen before. Massive factories filled with monstrous machines are shattering economic barriers of the old world. New World nations, formerly dependent on the Old World for support are now powerhouses of their own. Now with the New World filling up rapidly, the world is turning quickly towards Africa. With its valuable resources and unsettled land, Africa is the new battleground as nations fight over land in Africa. Over the past thirty years the nations of the world have been busy developing their own identities. With industrialization well under way and colonial expansion taking place on an unprecedented scale, the nations of the world seem to have enough to do. But with a large war being fought between the US and Mexico, all of this doesn't seem to be enough for the nations of the world. Will all of this be enough or will the nations of the world once more descend into war? It's up to you to decide what happens in this world, this World of Conquest. Welcome aboard. Rules1) Obey OP and Co-OP2) No Meta Gaming3) No Name Calling4) If you are inactive for more than three days without telling either myself of the Co-OP, you will be kicked.5) This one is very important: take your time with expansion. Do not expect to capture all of Canada in a week...it won't happen.6) Every three pages IC is one year7) You will create your own country for this RP! Feel free to make large claims, but anything too large of impossible will not be accepted.8) Because everyone will be joining here, the territory for claiming will be given on first come first serve basis!9) Reservations will be held for two days only.10) In your apps, if you write anything that others should take note of, maybe for their own apps, please write it inboldMAP: Name:Nation Claims:Capital City:Nation Leader:Nation Leader Description (History and physically):Previous Nation Leader and Description (If recently changed):Form of Rule:Population:Military Population (no more than 5% in times of peace):Basic History of Nation:Basic Summary of Current Situation:Basic Plans for RP:RP Sample:My App:This app is under revision and may or may not change. It's good to be back Nation Name:The Oceanian Commonwealth Nation Claims:Australia, New Zealand, Papua New Guinea, Java, Sumatra, Fiji, Tuvalu, Mindanao island (lowest big island in the Philippines), Borneo, Kenya, Tanzania, Uganda, Rwanda, Chile, and Peru. Capital City:Sydney Nation Leader:President Stephen Jennings Nation Leader Description (History and physically):Born in 1785 in New Zealand, Stephen Jennings was set to live a charmed life. While his first few years were spent at home, at the age of eight he was sent to the best boarding school in Europe. There he was educated in the Classical disciplines. In university, he studied law to become a judge in his homeland. His parents, wealthy mining tycoons, left him with a vast fortune after their untimely deaths in 1810. Suddenly with a great amount of wealth, Jennings was presented with an opportunity. The government of the Commonwealth was forced to become democratic forcing the aristocratic class out of power. With this vacuum, he could rush in to fill that hole and become the most powerful man in the Commonwealth. After politicking for over a year, extolling his plans for democracy and spending a not inconsiderable amount of money, the people elected him in their first democratic elections. Previous Nation Leader (if recently switched):King Rainier Form of Rule:Oligarchic democracy Population:43,000,000Military Population (no more than 5% in times of peace):1,000,000Basic History of Nation:The Oceanian Commonwealth was originally a collection of colonial realms of a European kingdom that collapsed under its own very large weight. The colonies, suddenly without a central leader, banded together forming the Commonwealth of Oceanian States, commonly called the Oceanian Commonwealth. After, a brief period of instability, the aristocratic Rainier On Hebbentrotz placed himself in power with the support of a cabal of aristocrats. Focusing little on the values of the people, Rainier set about rapidly trying to industrialize the Commonwealth. He forced people from their pastoral and agricultural homelands into cramped cities and made them work in unsafe factories, while these rural poor became urban poor, King Rainier and his aristocratic friends got even richer. Finally, the people had enough, after Rainier set a law in place demanding that all citizens bow to him as he passed. They rose up in mass protests, the very cities that Rainier forced the people into became his downfall. His palace, located in the center of Sydney, was overrun by a mob of angry glaziers, and he was killed after he threw himself from the balcony. Again there was a power vacuum only this time an industrialist, a relatively popular one, took power, promising democracy and a better, safer life in the city. His first act was to pass a sweeping reforms bill creating a democracy and setting many protections in place for the people. Basic Summary of Current Situation:The Oceanian Commonwealth is currently in the process of expanding its Asian holdings as well as its Chilean holdings. It has an industrializing economy with an urbanizing population making it typical of nations in the time period. Over the last thirty years Oceania has undergone a mass industrialization as the urban centers throughout began being inundated by new factories producing this or that. With the new resources coming in from Africa and South America, the newly opened factories are happily supplied. Trade within the Pacific Co-Prosperity Pact has strengthened the Oceanian economy and brought it to new heights. Meanwhile, the agreements with Pact nations are speeding along scientific discoveries in this nation. Basic Plans for RP: Expand the Commonwealth's holdings, industrialize, make allies on the world stage, and control the trade of the Southern Hemisphere. RP Sample:All past Key Scoops:Cerulean States Pimps Inc. Halleon Charleston, South Carolina22 January, 1845The fleet of sixty vessels had assembled just outside of Charleston with simple orders. They were to sail to Africa and establish a more permanent presence in the region. Primarily South Africa and the Congo region. The American Government had granted Admiral William Joseph Vance the opportunity to command the force, which was a heavy one at that. One First Rate would serve as his flagship, escorted by a dozen Third Rates and forty-seven Fifth Rates. A second flotilla of converted merchantmen, converted to carry people and animals instead of cargo, would follow a few days behind them, carrying a thousand families to a new life in Africa. They were mostly middle class workers who had been offered land in exchange for their move. A few were businessmen, seeking their fortunes in the undeveloped lands. No matter their background, they were all going to have to share a few dozen ships for several weeks as they traveled to Africa. But those ships were not his worry. Vance's worry was his fleet. The Navy had told him that his job was to secure the landing site for the colonists. That made sense, until he considered the makeup of his fleet. A Second Rate would have been overkill for something like that, never mind a First Rate. It would have been far more economical to have a Third Rate for the flagship and a larger force of Fifth and Sixth Rates. Colonial naval forces were generally light and fast, made up of very few small ships of the line. His fleet made little, if any, sense as a colony defense fleet. His was better suited to a show of force. Yes, that was it. That was his actual mission. Keeping the bigger powers honest by showing them American warships. Although, that still didn't explain the use of a First Rate in place of a Second Rate, which would more than suffice for such an operation. No, the only use he could think of for the First Rate was as proof. Proof that the American Navy had enough First Rates that they could afford to send one on such a useless mission. Vance still couldn't figure why they thought that was a good idea. 12 First Rates was hardly an imposing force. Nor did it really justify a First Rate being sent here. It might make the colonial troops nervous, but the actual powers likely would never hear about it. Regardless, orders were orders. He would sail at dawn the next day. THE NEW FEDERATION OF POLANDPLAYED BY ERA THE MIND The Canary Islands Extending the Isle Control The New Federation of Poland Just a small distance to the northeast of the Canary Islands, there were former Portuguese islands known as the Azores, and the ships in the Kingdom of Niger were very interested in expanding their capacity in the North Atlantic Ocean. Powers in the North Atlantic Ocean were next to non-existent, and the Federation Nigerian Kingdom had the chance to extend the power of the Federation further than it had gone before. Azores had been unoccupied for quite some time, and, now, a fleet of sixteen rated ships were preparing to set out so that the Federation’s empire could easily set out to grab a hold of the islands. Among these ships were one second rate, and eight third rates, and 7 fourth rates; some of these ships were retrofitted into transports for civilians, and were less armed than their escorts. There were several dozen sloops-of-war from the World Trade Corporation accompanying the ships to act as a further bolster to the defenses of the healthily sized flotilla. Commanding them was the Polish captain known as Szczecin Borowski, and he was charged with organizing everything once the colonization force arrived. The force was expected to set sail by tomorrow into a stretch of sea that would solidify Polish control of the region, and further allow the chance to strike at any opponents that would target them. Of course, the colony itself was meant to simply allow the massive population of the Federation another place to live in, and to avoid any sort of crowding. Expansion, at this point, was important as far as colonies went, because without them, it meant that the Polish would be more crowded than they had wanted to be in the places that were made into their homes. You see, the recent expansions of the Federation were less political, less about war than those prior to the 30-year Reformation and Expansionists Period, and more about making sure that the citizens of the Federation could live comfortably. This was all basically a way to appease those living under the rule of the Federation so that they could be happy with their environment instead of having to complain about one person building a home right next to their land. While much of Federation land wasn’t yet overwhelmingly occupied, having more and thus giving more options was alwaysextremelyimportant, and with colonialism at an all-time high the Federation needed all the land it could get. Chronicle II:"War has no winners."' Least that's what they say. And the winter of 1816 convinced me further of that. I was only a peasant then, tiring in the fields of Yucatán, a disconnected backwater area of Mexico, whose native Maya populations refused to completely adapt to the living situation of the rest of the Empire. Few in the peninsula even knew that the immigration disputes with the Imperium had escalated into full out armed conflict, when those scholars from the University of Mexico arrived. Supposedly they had searched throughout Mexico for years, having first been enlisted by the dead revolutionary general, Miguel Hidalgo, to find a purest bloodline of the last three Aztec Platonic. Apparently those themselves who had installed that Austrian archduke as Emperor were not entirely satisfied with their choice, and would instead prefer a more legitimate heir. They found their heir in the young lad I was at the time. I was always told by my mother of supposed greatness that lay dormant in my bloodstream, but I never really took much care of what she said, since she had been driven delirious by my fathers' death when I was only weeks old. She was a completely different woman by the time she fell victim to the course of time, leaving me to the care of the village elders. Yet, only a few years later, those scholars came to take me away, having reached "conclusive evidence" of being a descendant of Cuauhtémoc, the last Aztec Emperor. With almost no warning, I was forced to travel with them to the capital, the once great Aztec capital, rebranded by the Spaniards as "Mexico City", though I would later make sure this was reverted to its original name of "Tenochtitlan", especially once the old Great Pyramid of Tenochtitlan was uncovered and restored, the same year the new seat building for the Congress of the Union was constructed. It was good fortune that I stopped the growing of the city center and restricted further growth to the outskirts of the Lake Texcoco, if not, the over population that would later arise would have stamped out the little hope we have now of returning the city center to its 1520 design which was situated in the middle of the lake. It must have been a marvelous sight that the Spaniards encountered when they first entered Aztec capital in 1520. And thank god for Monsieur Hauptmann. I was ripped from my simple, natural life of farming and plunged into the gray, choking feel of the country's capital megalopolis. My naïve younger self could barely keep up with the largest city in the Western Hemisphere, yet more was expected of me. I was given an audience with the Congress of the Union and even the Emperor himself, who after convincing, decided that the scholars claims were legitimate. The country was torn as the Conservative Party fought to keep the Crown on Maximiliano's head, while the Liberals fought to give the Crown to me, seeing the weakening of the Conservatives popular support as their chance. A small scale skirmish took place in the streets of the city, as the authorities struggled to keep order without the Imperial Guard that secretly left to fight an Oceanian landing force. The Mexican people, never truly accepting the Austrian as a true Mexican, raided the Chapultepec Castle. They were stopped when Maximiliano, who had remained out of the public eye for the entire crisis, addressed the nation and peacefully abdicated the throne to me. Overnight, the European went from an outsider to a national hero, a Mexican hero who recognized what was right. Or something like that. I didn't understand it at the time, but time slowly grants one wisdom. I was not ready to take the reins to the massive Mexican Empire, which was currently fighting its northern neighbor for a variety of causes, especially when I had to be informed we even HAD a northern neighbor. Three Mexican generals took on the Imperium, and according to the official government statements, resulted in the fall of slavery in North America. I, being raised with different cultural ethics decided that the war had no reason to continue and sought peace with the new US government. My quote at the peace signings would later become the nations' motto." Among individuals as among nations, respect for the right of others is peace." My Liberal policies brought great admiration from the now mostly Liberal voting base. Though the war officially ended in a small victory for the Empire, Mexico gained next to nothing from the tasteless victory. However, if this would to leak out, the people would have no doubt made their complaints clear. Though Mexican companies managed to fit through a tiny crack into the economy of the war torn US, it would take decades for this to bear fruit. The failure of the armed forces to achieve a victory convinced me of the futility of war. My reign would begin with the slow disarming of Mexico, as well as higher taxes on the Catholic Church, resulting in a large amount of the national budget, which was usually spent on maintaining a large war force, instead going to turning Mexico into a country whose cities would be compared to that of Europe's. Achieving relative success in my first decade, improving infrastructure and living conditions, using my popularity with native populations to convince them to open their arms to progress. Areas that were before closed to the government by the natives were soon opened to companies, using the resources to create strong mining, timber, and agricultural sectors. The telegraph, first arriving to the Americas to Mexico from the French, allowed the government to be able to improved communications with its northern territories, especially once the ABC system was installed, though this will soon be replaced by the developing printing telegraph. Messages that would before take weeks to reach could now be delivered instantly. While the US spent thousands on creating a single first-rate, Mexico spent the same amounts on telegraph lines spanning from the borders with the Frontier Republic and US down to Panama, which were up and running in two years. While the living conditions of the nation greatly improved overall, beating the other nations of the Americas by quite the distance. The arrival of Mexican colonists to the remaining unclaimed West African coasts created another source of profit to which to fund the progress of the country, with the native African populations being befriended instead of pressed, and hired to work the mines instead of being whipped into slavery. Such influx of profit led to the creation of a central banking system, the Bank of Mexico. Expansion of claims went slower than other historical colonial attempts due to our more peaceful approach, but expansion did happen. As did claim in the Middle East, where another group of colonists arrived to claim the area presently known as Kuwait. All this was overshadowed by the evens occurring in the mid 1830s. When veteran of the Mexican-Imperium War, Manuel Mon dragon and his brother discovered a shiny, yellow metal in California. Many historians agree that January 24, 1834, was the day the Gold Rush began. Within weeks, the communication systems of Mexico had allowed the news to become national, and global within a few months. The two brothers, both war veterans, had experienced warfare, yet had polar opposite views on it. Using their pension money and gold to create a mining corporation, they also created a monopoly on picks, pans, shovels, and any mining tools in California, particularly San Francisco. Hiring local labor, the influx of immigrants from the US and the Hellenic Republic replaced Mexicans in the low paying jobs, while Mexican citizens were promoted. Eventually Asians would make up a large part of the workforce. The travel north from South America led to blind-faith gold seekers a torrent of immigration. Towns and cities on the way north, if they had been overlooked by my liberal Progress Programs, the foreigners led to the need to improve the infrastructure in these areas to accommodate them. Mexicans quickly learned how to exploit for profit the immigrants' willingness to pay anything to get them closer to California, and the government followed suit. The Mon dragon brother's empire was short-lived, however. At least for one of them. Manuel Mon dragon had lost a leg fighting for his country, forever turning his mood as rough as his oak leg. However, his anti-US/pro-was sentiments finally clashed with his brother's. Manuel had spent his retirement looking for ways to improve Mexico's warfare ability, while his brother Martin went more along the lines of my Progress programs and ideals. When Manuel Mon dragon decided to use his profits to create a weapons company, Martin's disapproval was met with Martin being cheated out of most of his gold profits. Mon dragon Patented Arms Manufacturing was established soon after, leading to many advances by the company in the field of warfare. Martin Mon dragon helped found a technology company with his remaining funds. However, man's warlike nature has led to technology being synonymous with profit, but only if a military use for it is found...... The Gold Rush propelled California from a sleepy, little-known backwater to a center of the global imagination and the destination of hundreds of thousands of people. The new immigrants often showed remarkable inventiveness and civic-mindedness. For example, in the midst of the Gold Rush, towns and cities were chartered, a constitutional convention was convened, a constitution written, elections held, and representatives sent to Tenochtitlan (Mexico City) to negotiate the admission of Alta California as a department of the Empire. Large-scale agriculture (California's second "Gold Rush") began during this time. Roads, schools, churches, and civic organizations quickly came into existence. The vast majority of the immigrants were Asian and European. Pressure grew for better communications and political connections to the rest of the Empire, leading to admittance for California on September 9, 1836. Between 1834 and 1845, the population of San Francisco increased from 500 to 50,000. The Gold Rush wealth and population increase led to significantly improved transportation between California and the rest of Mexico. The Panama Railway, spanning the Isthmus of Panama, was finished in 1839. Steamships, including those owned by the Pacific Mail Steamship Company, began regular service from San Francisco to Panama, where passengers, goods and mail would take the train across the Isthmus and board steamships headed to the rest of Mexico. The Panama Railway, using funds from five different nations and cheap labor force from Asia, turned the burden of the project's million Peso cost into smaller payments by each participant. The excited managers of the Panama Railway Company were too caught up in the Gold Fever to realize the task of creating a rail system in the jungles of the eastern coast of the Panama Isthmus. After almost 20 months of work, the Panama Railroad had laid about 8 miles (13 km) of track and had spent about MX$1,000,000 to cross the swamps to Gatun. The project's fortunes turned in November 1851 — just as they were running out of the original MX$1,000,000 — when two large paddle steamers, the SS Guidance and the SS Savannah, with about 1,000 passengers, were forced to shelter in Limón Bay, Panama, due to a hurricane in the Caribbean. Since the railroad's docks had been completed by this time and rail had been laid 8 miles (13 km) up to Gatun on the Chagres River, it was possible to unload the ships' cargoes of emigrants and their luggage and transport them by rail, using flatcars and gondolas, for at least the first part of their journey up the Chagres River on their way to Panama City. Desperate to get off the ships and across the isthmus, the gold seekers paid MX$0.75 per mile and MX$3.00 per 100 pounds of luggage to be hauled to the end of the track. This infusion of money saved the company and made it possible to raise more capital to make it an ongoing moneymaker. The company's directors immediately ordered passenger cars, and the railway began passenger and freight operations with about 40 miles (64 km) of track still to be laid. Each year it added more and more track and charged more for its services. This greatly boosted the value of the company's franchise, enabling it to sell more stock to finance the remainder of the project, which took over MX$2,000,000 and 5,000 –10,000 lives to complete. With my death in 1837, my son took the throne, and with the backing of Field Marshal Santa Anna and his friendship with Mon dragon, he quickly constructed policies of his own. Growing up next to Andrew Payne and becoming close friends, Payne was infused with the anti-US sentiments of my son. When Payne left for France, he took those ideals with him, leaving behind the rest of the Payne Family in Mexico, who were engaged in obtaining power in the US congress with the help of remaining Royalists in the States. From the 20s onwards, Mexico and France strengthen relations through Payne's influence in the French Imperial government. A secret alliance was struck, with a free-trade agreement, securing of funds for the Panama Rail, and joint technology development. Mexico had rebound it's old warlike personality. Thousands of men were conscripted, and hundreds of thousands more were recruited to join the armed forces with the passing of the Conscription Act. Seeking a response to the US revolver, the Sharps rifle, and more importantly, the growing US fleet, Cuauhtémoc III turned to a certain arms company in California. With a contract and the support of the French, Mon dragon set to create his best piece yet. The result was the M1840 Mon dragon rifle, quickly superseded by the M1842. It's breech block action capable of firing 8–12 rounds of rim fire ammunition at 350m/s with an effective range of 1,100 m. The gun was not just better than the Sharps, but better than any European weapons at the time, with the Prussian needle gun beating the Mon dragon only in weight and rate of fire. Mon dragon also sought to create his own revolver, along with a modified harmonica pistol, with easily detracting slide and capable of the same rate of fire as the revolver at a much cheaper price. While in 1842, the first 2 ironclads arrived in secret to the Americas, armed with Pains guns and iron armor, they could crush any other ship except for the French. A lot of the old stored ships of the line were sold to be able to pay for the ironclads, with another 2 ironclads, this time of wood, built in Acapulco for guarding the Pacific coast in 1843. Another order of 2 ironclads is expected to finalize in 1847. Edit: Fixed arrangement, little grammar, and added a piece I forgot to. Vienna, Capital of the Neo Austrian Empire Emperor Franz Johann von Planta-Habsburg was busy firing ministers from the now dissolved Austrian Empire of the Habsburgs. He was keen to begin a new age for Austria, where it could expand beyond its previous limits. For now, it was just a matter of paperwork. The Viennese court became full of Planta's and old names were slowly melting away. To begin with, the new Chancellor was Wolfgang Adolf von Sales, a close associate of the Emperor who had been an important general in the Habsburg military. He had led a successful battle against France in 1823, though this had not been enough to change the eventual outcome of the war of defeat for Austria. Following this, he was one of the closest associates and backers of the Franz Johann and the Planta coup. Now his task was to form an alliance with another European power and open the doors of expansion for Austria. His preferred ally was the New Federation of Poland, Austria's powerful northerly neighbor. To the new Federation of Poland - peace! The Neo Austrian Empire would like to leave the past and look to the future. That means an alliance with you; as both a neighbor and a formidable power, Poland has shown itself to be a reliable partner for Austria. Let us ally for both war and peace, for good and bad times. Emperor Franz Johann, House of Planta-Habsburg, Neo Austrian Empire Recent History of the Midwest Republic, No. 1The year of 1815 was one of war in North America. The Mexican Empire and the Imperium were fighting over various reasons and causes, but the Frontier Republic, known today as the Midwest Republic, instituted a policy of isolation. Although they were never part of the war, they did cut a number of trade deals with both of the Waring countries. Although the war didn't last long, it lasted long enough for the Frontier Republic to capitalize on the fighting. Food was worth it's weight in silver, and black powder was invaluable. Later on in the year, the ramshackle militias were formed into actual militaries, and following Navy Order No.196, the Frontier had the dominant naval force in the Great Lakes, and had secured the Isle Royale and many other minor islands in the name of the Frontier. Soon the Imperium was replaced with America, but the difference was little, as they carried on their predecessor's fight. Following Mexican Victory, the frontier was rather wealthy for a country it's size, being comparable to a small European nation. The wealth was well spent, building infrastructure and finalizing the military's overhaul in 1816. Later on in 1817, expansion north occurred, but it didn't go far, as expansion west would be proven to be more profitable and smart in 1818. Following the annexation of some western territories, the President, O'Hare, renamed the Frontier Republic to the Midwest Republic to better suit the republic's claims. Soon in 1819 Washington State, and Oregon were annexed, giving the Republic access to the Pacific Ocean. A series of canals and sea ways connected the Republic to the Atlantic Ocean, so the Midwest Republic was the second North American Nation to have access to both the Atlantic and Pacific Oceans, after Mexico, making it an interest of wealthy European nations. After some lucrative trading deals were brokered with various European nations, the Midwest Republic was once again wealthy. In 1820, the Midwest Republic purchased two first rates from the Mexican Empire for use in the Pacific Ocean, giving the country a total of four first rates, three in the pacific, and one in the Great Lakes. Mexican demilitarization lead to surplus Mexican firearms, and the Midwest had bought them for cheap prices. Trading with Asian nations and European nations gave the Republic a surplus of gold and silver. Much like Mexico, the Midwest invested heavily in the Telegraph, putting aside military expenditures for a three-year period to install telegraph wires from the Great Lakes to the Pacific. Various settlements were built across the northern border by Midwest citizens, but were outside Republic control, so it was no surprise that the Government was quick to annex the new settlements and expand north once again. Recent History of the Midwest Republic No. 2In 1835, the Californian Gold Rush inflated many economies in North America, with the Mon dragon Monopoly in Mexico capitalizing on the Gold Rush, making the price of the dollar rise at an exponential rate. Even some of the Midwestern Citizens flocked to California to get a nice of the profits. When the Mon dragon empire split, the price of the dollar fell slightly, leveling out. Mon dragon Patented Arms Manufacturing was founded and California was no longer a backwater state. Mon dragon was more than happy to accept a generous contract for some new rifles for the Midwest Army. In 1837, with the change of leadership, Mexico once again was built for war. The Midwest however, was mostly using outdated artillery, and ships. The industrialization of Dakotas in the 30s however soon came to fix this. A young entrepreneur out of Rapid City purchased a factory, and produced some cheap breach load rifles to replace the now decades old Mexican Surplus, and soon, the entrepreneur, one Donald Sterling. He founded Sterling Steel Firearms and Artillery. Sterling Rifles were one of the best rifles in the Americas, and their artillery pieces worked wonders. A few tax cuts for Sterling Steel later, the Entire Midwest Army First Division was packing new heat, no longer using outdated guns. In the 1840s, a series of half a dozen 2nd rates were built, each being named after a president. With other countries scrambling to Africa, the Midwest would not be far behind. While everyone was heading across the Atlantic, President George Red guard decided to head west across Oceana and colonize Madagascar in '44. While the colony was at first unsuccessful, raw ores and cash crops gave reason for the government to put more funding into the colony in '45, especially with other nations showing force and grabbing land like candy. A new first-rate was commissioned by the Midwest Navy at the start of the year and is expected to be finished before 1846. A secret project to build an Ironclad is being drafted by top navy personnel, and before 1850, there should be two ironclads in the Pacific Ocean. Parisian in the 30 years.... In early 1816, a terrible fire swept through the capital city of the French Empire. One of the leading scholars of the day said the statues at Nora Dame were crying as the city burned around them. French troops cleared the city and then protected Nora Dame. But the city was leveled. Only Nora Dame was left standing. A lot lost their livelihoods with the fires. The Emperor was seen riding the ruined streets with the Empress beside him. Her growing stomach becoming noticeable by then. But she refused to take a carriage or walk. She wanted to be beside the Emperor. Under the Emperors hand, he commanded the clean-up work. Ruined timber had the burnt ends if they could be salvaged and prepared for reuse. Peoples homes were recorded and information taken down. Ministry of Justice Minister of Justice: Cornelius Snow-Deputy Minister of Justice: Fiona Coin Ministry of Education Minister of Education: Helen Duvall-Deputy Minister of Education: Justice Morgan Ministry of Treasury Minister of Treasury: Stephen Hall-Deputy Minister of Treasury: Mickey SowderMinistry of Foreign Affairs Minister of Foreign Affairs: Sierra Puumala-Deputy Minister of Foreign Affairs: Rickey CordierMinistry of Imperial Affairs Minister of Imperial Affairs: Jarrod Payne Deputy Minister of Imperial Affairs: Jesse DeVil Ministry of Health Minister of Health: Cindi Payne-Deputy Minister of Health: Lorna Long National Assembly Building:World%27s+coolest+legislature+building&safe=off-ramp;ESPN=2&BIW=1366&BIH=667&source=lnms&TBM=champ;SA=Camp;led=0ahUKEwik18jwnv3JAhXLNiYKHSuqD1MQ_Alibi#Marc=a09407iUtlEcWM%3AArc De Triumph of Paris of Remembrance Cross of Paris was being fully planned and ordered up for construction. A large fountain with a large seven layer fountain with Emperor Louis XVII sitting on a horse. The Empress was standing beside him with her left hand extended pointing north. Towards the new Palace of France. Above the fountain named the Dream of Paris rose the Eiffel Tower of Remembrance. Standing 1,000 feet. The tower rose as a monument to the burning of Paris and the memory of being rebuilt. The endurance of France. A trench 18" wide and 12" deep had oil poured in and at night the oil was burned, and the fire rose high showing the burning of Paris that surrounded Paris. The tower took 5 years to complete. It formed the center heart of the Cross of Paris. The Tower had 4 Arc De Triumphs surrounding it standing 200' tall with a 25' tall statue of a chariot being pulled by 4 horses. Two riders in French army uniforms holding spears and one's spear was pointed up towards the tip of the Tower while the other pointed forward. On the Arcs outer faces away from the Tower was carved two soldiers, one holding a spear in his left and the other in the right. A rod was placed that rolled and could be locked in place with a French flag so that the French flag could be lowered, and the people walk under the flag of France. A large garden was planted between the Arcs and surrounding the Tower. A moat was carved around it and candles placed in little boats to light up the tower with the memory of those who had died in the Fire of Paris. At the northern tip was the Palace of Paris, where the Imperial family would reside in the spring and fall and would be the center of the Imperial Regime. 1/4 strip long with bleachers lining each. At the southern tip sat the National Assembly building, the voice of the French people in a grand new building. At the Western Tip was Embassy Row where 20 Embassy buildings had been constructed. Only three were currently filled. Iberian Alignment, Empire of Mexico, and Oceania. And finally, the Eastern Tip was the Ministries buildings where 6 grand buildings stood. The Ministries of Justice, Foreign Affairs, Imperial Affairs, Health, Education, and Treasury. French Navy:The French navy had grown under the Bourbon Restoration. The Emperor himself had met with the inventor Robert Fulton and the design of theNautilusenter into full scale production. 200 new Nautilus subs were entering production. A large merchant ship would have 4 of them strapped to the side then slowly lowered. Along with the Nautilus, the Napoleon the Also was built. Fleets of France~Imperial Fleet Base: Calais Admiral: Emperor Louis XVII Admiral on Duty: Admiral Rushchol Cress Napoleon the, steam-flagship of the Emperors fleet, assigned to the Grand Fleet of Calais.4 first-rates (squadron flagships)-Louis the XVI-Sun King-Bourbon Destiny-Imperium Pride6 second-rates10 third rates1 fourth rate7 fifth rates12 sixth rates20 frigates50 brigs~Grand Fleet of the North (AKA: The Northern Franks)Admiral: Emperor Louis XVII Admiral on Duty: Jeremy Codebase: An hold Is. Savannahs Destiny, Ocean-Class, flagship of the Grand Fleet of the North5 first-rates7 second-rates10 third rates12 fourth rates15 fifth rates8 sixth rates18 frigates28 brigs50 sloops~Grand Fleet of the South (AKA: Southern Raiders)Admiral: Empress Savannah Admiral on Duty: Alexander Hood Base: Marseille Louis Temper. Ocean-Class, Flagship of the Southern Fleet2 first-rates6 second rates12 fifth rates15 sixth rates32 frigates31 brigs100 sloops Special Operations Fleet1~Napoleon~Currently assigned to Emperors Fleet at Calais200~Nautilus I sub~currently assigned to development (Special Operations [SO] command at Corsica Naval Command)32- Nautilus II subs~Currently assigned to development (Special Operation [SO} Command at Corsica Naval Command)45~Floating Batteries~Currently assigned to Northern Fleet at An hold Is. French Army:The French Army entered a very deep period of modernization. The French Emperor had issued orders for the Imperial Army to be reformed into corps and each region would have a force of 100,000 to be raised if needed into the defense of the nation. The twelve regions of France were to be had five corps in each region. A standing force of 400,000 will be kept in constant service. 400,000 men will serve a years time before returning home for a year. The service list will be kept up to date and orders for service issued by lottery. After 1 year leave, name is re~added for service. 50 corps consisting of 20,000 men in a corp will be established as the official army of France. Each region will meet once every four months in the capital of the region and a week train and drill. Each region will have 5 corps. Standard Issues:Uniform: Colt Model 1855 Revolving Carbine Pistol: Colt Dragoon Revolver Canon: Canon obusierFrench Government change during the 30 years.... Emperor: Louis the XVII (60)~Empress Consort: Savannah the (47)-Crowned Prince: Lucas Bourbon (29)~Crowned Princess Consort: Mary Katherine of Leon (20)=Unborn infant (6 months pregnant)-Prince Darius Bourbon (20)-Princess Andrea Bourbon (19)Major Projects ordered during the 30 years.... Reconstruction of Parisian, now renamed Paris= still under-construction (houses)-Tower of Temperance= completed-Fountain of France= completed-Palace of Paris= under-construction-Embassy Row= Under-construction-Ministers Offices= completed-National Assembly Palace= Under-construction The Imperial Railway-Grand Central Station= Completed~Railway to connect the capitals of the regions~Railways to connect:-Belgium (Protectorate)-Luxembourg (Protectorate)-Netherlands (Protectorate)-Switzerland (Protectorate)-Sardinia (Protectorate) (ships needed)-Corsica (Connected)(ships needed)Experiments Approved by the Empire Bessemer Steel Project~Approved, construction of 72 mills in Normandy region-Princess Carla Bourbon (17)-Princess Amanda (12)-Prince Jordan Bourbon (6)-Princess Brooke Bourbon (2) Pensacola, Florida Admiral Charles Martin stepped out of his carriage and walked to the massive First Rate steamer, the USS Philadelphia. He admired her. 120 48 Dr breech-loading guns, a crew of 875 men, almost a foot of cedar wood providing protection from gun fire. As an added bonus, she was also the newest First Rate, commissioned last year, and the first to use screw propellers instead of paddle wheels. Rumor had it she would soon be obsolete, thanks to something the guys at Bu Ships up in Norfolk were supposedly coming up with. But he didn't care. His ship would be top of the line for some years yet. And she had been given a great honor. She would lead a fleet south, to secure some colonial lands in the Caribbean. The fleet had his first-rate, a dozen Third Rates, fifty-five Fifth and Sixth Rates, and over 100 sloops of war. His force was also bringing a number of balloons with them, to serve as reconnaissance craft and possibly for battlefield support. As he walked up the gangplank to his flagship, he noticed that the crew seemed excited. They had been listening to stories of Cuba's fine female population, he assumed. He shook his head. Sailors needed sex like soldiers needed liquor. Nothing would ever change that, save the Second Coming. Nonetheless, preparations were continuing. Orders were to sail at dawn on Saturday next and he would meet that deadline. Cuba was not far from here, but his first stop was Puerto Rico, a little island much closer and one that had already been scouted out. It was a mostly native populace, though they were quite well armed. When the Spanish had fled the New World, Puerto Rico, like many of the former Spanish territories, had found themselves with vast numbers of Spanish arms and ships. Puerto Rico and three forts on it, with heavy artillery to defend them. And the Puerto Rican natives were armed with Spanish M1752 muskets and even Spanish 12-pdr field guns. Part of his force included 12,000 Marines, a full 25% of the United States Marine Corps. 24,000 were heading to Africa while the last 12,000 were said to be going to Nova Scotia, as part of a northern expansion against Canada. However, only about 15,000 people lived in Puerto Rico and of those, one third were soldiers, all of them males between the ages of 10 and 60. Rakes had been in Puerto Rico for several years, and it appeared that they had only 4,000 muskets and the ability to produce more only in the three forts they possessed. So a four thousand man field army, with the remaining 1,000 serving the guns at the forts. Martin assumed that each man in the forts at least had a pistol. According to the rakes, each fort had 250 men holding them, with 25 Demi-cannons. Each Demi-cannon required a ten-man crew, due to their sheer size. That was 750 men. The other 250 operated the 12-pdr guns in support of the army-well, really it was a brigade-giving a grand total of 50 12-pdrs. Very heavy firepower for such a small force. He would have to take the forts first. Then his Marines could finish the job in one open field battle. He only hoped he didn't lose very many men. He still had Cuba and some other islands to worry about, as well. February 20th, 1845Bloody bureaucrats! Even the Emperor had to wait for the bureaucrats in the Mexican Congress to make their insufferable decisions. He knew the Militarization Acts would pass, since it was part of his militarization efforts that the Liberals, the dominant party, supported. This included the construction and arming of new ports all over Mexico and even the increase of the defense budget to train and arm the new waves of recruits and acquire better weapons, as well as appropriating funds for the establishment of a colony in Pakistan, Ceylon, and the Falklands. His gaze was set on the statue that stood in the middle of the main hall of the Federal Legislative Palace. The marble image was a personification of the nation, a woman similar to that of Nike. The peaceful scratching of quills was overtaken by the sound of dress shoe heels crisply tapping on the polished floor, sending a slight echo reverberating throughout. Only one man Cuauhtémoc knew wore metal heels on his dress shoes." Your Imperial Highness, will you not receive me!?" The voice of Manuel Mon dragon was filled, not quite with mockery, but certainly teasing. Few could call themselves friends with the Emperor, but Mon dragon was one of those select individuals. Turning to look at him, the two men greeted each other like old friends." What are you doing in Tenochtitlan? You didn't send a telegram that you were coming. And I would think Mon dragon Arms needs its head at home?", the Emperor tried to remember if he had forgotten whether he had received any telegrams recently." Well, I thought the Congressmen would need some more convincing. And I haven't seen you or Santa Anna in a while. I have news of our plans. There's this company up north, in that so-called Frontier Republic, that I've been meaning to tell you about...."" You already said you were in the midst of buying some other company. A US one, Smith or something?", the Emperor was not amused at the childish indecisiveness of Mon dragon." Yes, yes, Smith and Wesson, that too. And I have. They couldn't find any serious investors for their Volcanic Firearms series except for me. I offered 50,000 Pesos and they took it. Those fellows have some interesting ideas, that I'm sure you'll be happy with." The Emperor eyes widened." You don't mean?! The revolver?"" Yes. They have some great revolver prototypes that they can't bring up in the US because Colt still holds the patent on it until after 1850. They also have a repeating rifle that, with some tweaking, could really turn out to be something. But I'm getting sidetracked. The other company is Sterling Steel. It's had more success, but they've only managed to create improved versions of 12 PDS and cheap breech loaders, nothing like the Canon Busier de 12 we've worked on with France. It'll be more expensive, but if I offer the Frontier government better weapons, not THE Mon dragon but something I'll come up with, and they pick mine over his, his stock will go down and mine up. Then I can swoop in and buy it. I've already sent the requests and made adequate preparations."Cuauhtémoc was impressed. This slippery serpent of a man was good at business. His thoughts were interrupted as the doors to the Senate opened, revealing the chatting congressmen, who had recently finished arguing. The secretary motioned for the two men to head inside. The large almost dream-like room was adorned with flags that hung from the walls. Rows of booths lined up impeccably, dozens for the hundreds of legislators. After a slight amicable applause from them, the Emperor took the podium." Mr. Speaker. Members of Congress. I'm glad to hear that you have listened to reason and passed my most recent series of acts. And those of you that had insisted against it were recently convinced otherwise. Most of you have heard that a US naval squadron landed in Puerto Rico, according to the latest telegrams from the region. The European warships, last heard, began bombardment of a fort before communications ceased. This, if you will agree with me, is an act of unprovoked aggression against our weaker Caribbean cousins by an imperialist European power. I understand that many of you would not support a war with the US at the moment, I suggest that you allow me to handle it. I promise you I will send these foreigners fleeing back to their holes without them knowing what hit them. There will be no consequences, I assure you. If you would like to help, raise tariffs on US trade going through the Panama Rail and on any shipments arriving. If they refuse to leave Puerto Rico, we will deny them access to the route, which is one of our most guarded possessions. Their economy will suffer greatly as they will lose ties with the Pacific and be replaced by the Frontier Republic. If all this does not work, I assure you, not US ship of will survive." Within two days, a squadron of the screw steam frigate, Moctezuma, was to escort 5 sloops of war and 2 transports to Puerto Rico. The Moctezuma, had two 280-horsepower engines covered by an iron casing and frame encased with seasoned teak, four of the newer 68-pound Mon dragon-Paixhans Columbia guns, and six conventional 30-pounder long guns. Its 1,100-ton displacement, although not exceptional by historic standards, made it a monster for Gulf waters. The vessel, like its sister, was a steam frigate, and though designed to be powered by engines were also equipped with two masts and a sail plan called an auxiliary brigantine rig. The transports carried ammunition and thousands of Model 1840 cap lock muskets for the Puerto Ricans. However, the spotlight lay on the sloops, or more specifically, their cargo. On the decks of the 5 sloops, lay 5 of the Franco-Mexican produced Nautilus Mk II submarines. Though superseded by the Mk III, the Mk III was still being perfected in Corsica. However, these two would work for now, and the Mk II would come to its trial by fire. Something it should not have problems with. Nautilus was 35 ft long, 10 ft beam sea-going boat with a crew of five, provisioned for 30 days at sea. The upper surface was provided with 35 "carcass" compartments. The hull imitated a sea-going sloop with conventional-looking mast and sails that could be lowered and unstopped for submersion. Her three-bladed propeller, using pedal-power, folded up out of the water when surfaced to reduce drag. When submerged, air came through two streamlined ventilation pipes, and light from the conning tower. Being able to reach depths of up to 25 ft, with its five crewmen and two candles burning it could remain there for an hour without difficulty. Adding a copper globe containing 200 ft3 of air extended the time underwater for the crew for at least four and a half hours. One of the renovations included a 1.5-inch-diameter glass in the dome, whose light was found sufficient for reading a watch, making candles during daylight activities unnecessary. Speed trials put Nautilus at four knots on the surface, and covering 400 m in 5 minutes. Nautilus Mk II was designed from the start to carry what Fulton called a "carcass", a naval mine intended to be dragged into contact with an enemy ship. A device on the top of the dome drove a spiked eye into the enemy's wooden hull or the cracks between iron sheets. The submarine then released it's mine on a line that went through the eye. The submarine sped away. When the long line had paid out, the mine would strike the target hull and explode by a detonator. These "carcasses" were variously sized copper cylinders carrying between ten and two hundred pounds of either gun cotton or gunpowder. Contact with the hull triggered a unlock mechanism. The 2nd Naval Squadron would reach Isla de Mona in 3 days, then locate the US forces and come into contact with the Puerto Rican officials in an attempt to organize or reorganize a defense of the island. A sloop of war and one transport also departed New Orleans and would reach Key West in two days. Transports were also sent to Pakistan, Ceylon, Chatham Islands, and the Falklands, estimating to arrive sometime in the following month. February 26th, 1845Mbwila, Kingdom of Kongo Viva Cristo Rey! The riflemen advanced on the routed Congolese, tearing into them with their superior firepower. Though not really soldiers, but armed mercenary colonists hired by the Catholic Church from the Imperial African Charter Company. The church, looking for another source of income other than exploiting fervent Catholics, decided to expand their exploits to non-Catholics. On the coasts of the Congo region, apart from colonies created by the government or the Imperial African Company, the Catholic Church in Mexico also established separate entities. After bribing the company to make them turn a blind eye, the Catholics had hired a 15,000 strong expedition force armed with the Model 1840 Mon dragon and a few pieces of 6 Dr artillery and then marched into the capital of the Kingdom of the Kongo, who Mexico had left mostly undisturbed as the Congolese allowed them to exploit resources to a certain extent. The core of the Catholic force, commanded by Luis Lopes de Sequeira, was 450 musketeers and two light artillery pieces. There were soldiers from the nearby Mexican Catholic colony, including some of African and Native American origin, as well as Mandala and other African forces numbering about 15,000. The Kongo army included many peasant archers, probably about 15,000, some 5,000 heavy infantry equipped with shields and swords, and a musket regiment of 400 men. Both armies were operating at some distance from their main bases. They had marched for hours to reach the battlefield, just south of the capital of Manila. Steep hills and the Lukala river defined the east side of the battlefield, and lower ridges the west. The Catholic forces took up positions between the two, with their African forces deployed on the flanks and the musketeers forming a diamond-shaped formation in the center, anchored by their artillery. The Mandala forces were held in reserve. Kongolese King Henrique III's army advanced into the Catholic formation with a vanguard, followed by three divisions of his heavy infantry and the archers on the flanks. The Duke of Bingo commanded the reserve. In the initial stages of the battle, the Congolese archers swept most of the African musketeers of the Catholic forces from the field and then launched attacks against the hired mercenaries, supported by their own heavy infantry and musket regiment. In spite of heavy fighting, the Congolese were unable to break the Catholic formation and Henrique III was killed in the final attempt. Most of the Kongo forces broke following the king's death. The survivors were only able to withdraw thanks to skillful rearguard action by the Duke of Bingo and the reserves, who sacrificed themselves to hold off the superior firepower of the mercenaries armed with Mon dragons. More than 10,000 of Kongo's heavy infantry were killed in the encounter and many more of the archers. King Henrique's young son of seven years was captured. After the battle, the head of the king was buried with ceremony by the Catholics in the chapel of Our Lady of Nazareth situated on the Bay of Luanda, and the crown and scepter of Kongo were sent to the Archbishop in Tenochtitlan as trophies, to let him know that the African Inquisition was in motion. New Years Eve-Paris, French Empire French capital is deadly quiet. A night that was once filled with fireworks and joy. The streets are all filled with people. Candles are lit in windows and people hold candles. Women are crying. Men stand silent. In shock. Ten white stallions wearing the seal of the French Empire on the front two, then the other eight having the Golden Dove on their sides. Ahead of the coffin rides the Imperial Guard De Empress. All in black and gold. All mounted on white horses. Behind the coffin walks the Emperor of the French Empire, Louis Bourbon the XVII. Beside him walks Crowned Prince Lucas and his wife. The entire Imperial family walks behind them. The Emperor holds the hand of his two youngest children. The royal court walked behind them. From the Imperial Palace of France they walked. Under the Northern Arch De Triumph and under the Tower of Remembrance and went to the fountain where her coffin was sat, and the fountain was slowly turned so it raised slowly and carefully. Then the Imperial family descended into the new Imperial Tomb of the Bourbon Dynasty. Her marble coffin had already been prepared. The top piece had her laying in piece. A dove sat on her foot facing towards America. Besides it sat Louis XVII. The crypt had a large fireplace that illuminated the room. The fireplace was lit and the Empresses body laid to rest. Orders arrived at forts along the US border with Canada (the sections not owned by France) just prior to Christmas. Over the course of the following week, tens of thousands of American soldiers and dozens of ships from the US brown water and blue water navies massed at the forts and fortified port cities. In two weeks, Second, Third, Fifth, and Sixth Armies, totaling 576,000 men, will invade across the Great Lakes into Ontario. Winter, combined with the recent holiday, means that the Canadian Army will not expect an attack. Due to the frigid weather, US soldiers are issued thick, wool garments and gloves to keep them warm. If all goes well, the United States will soon have access to the Pacific Ocean. The orders are kept quiet and all troop movement and supply is done via cargo train, to avoid word getting out. Great care is taken with the security of the operation. No one outside the generals who will lead the attack and the President's cabinet know the plan and the orders simply called for soldiers to arrive for a winter training exercise. Among the soldiers, rumors spread like wildfire. Many think that a new war with Mexico is brewing. Others believe that the location leads to war with the Dakota Republic. A few pass a rumor that war with France is imminent, and they will be attacking Quebec, but those are quickly shot down by the location of the forces. As the days pass by, the rumors continue to circulate and the plan will continue to come together. Sydney, Australia, Oceania"Thirty years," President Stephen Jennings, an old stooped man thought as he penned his own history of the last thirty years, it was to serve as his memoir and a commentary on his own rule, an autobiography," I've lasted thirty years, and now I'm resigning," he couldn't believe what he was doing," I've really made it. I've proven that old bastard wrong, and now I'm on top." Over the past thirty years many events were discussed in his commentary. Asshat's unauthorized seizure of Africa, an event he hadn't authorized, but didn't really mind. The Mexican-American war, a war in which America had capitulated even as Oceanian troops began their march towards Mexico City. He had broken many an item on his desk when he received that news. Of course, the people had heard of the victories of the Oceanian armies and very little on the peace. He's written about the propagation of the telegraph through the nation. He'd also written about the first underwater cable laid from Darwin to Papua New Guinea. The industrialization of Australia, New Zealand, and cities on the Indonesian islands. The miracle of Chile was also a matter of significance in his commentary. After the claiming of Peru and the partitioning of Argentina with the Hellenic Republic, the positive business climate, cheap land and incentives, and excellent municipalities built up by Sumner. He'd wanted Sumner to be his replacement, but he hadn't wanted to leave Santiago. Santiago was the center of the miracle. The rapid expansion of Santiago was one to be remarked upon throughout the whole Commonwealth. Santiago, a newly founded city in 1815, had expanded from a few thousand people to a few hundred thousand by 1845. Of course, someone had to foot the bill for the war in Mexico and Oceanian South America was the one to do it. The amounts of precious metals mined from the South American mines were used to pay for the war. This may have financially starved the colony, but Sumner was able to placate the people. This had the side effect of spending any favors Summer owed Jennings. This was the reason he didn't assume the Presidency when Jennings offered it to him. Of course, there were some things that Jennings just couldn't put in a public commentary. He'd done many things behind the scenes during his career for the good of the nation. Such as his private bankrolling of various companies including William Denny and Brothers, Jackson and Wooden Manufacturing Company, Langland's foundry, The Stanley Works, Elements, and DuPont. Many of the companies were acquired during the dissolution of the Anglo-Kalman Alliance and the transition between the Imperium and the USA. They were companies that he was very interested in and had illegally bankrolled and purchased them with state funds. This black budget was also used for bribing political opponents and funding research projects. The railroads were funded by this budget during their expansion across the territories. After this brief recollection, Jennings prepared to pen his resignation and announce it. Paris, France The capital city was still silent. The Emperor had ordered the Empress personal chambers be closed as if she was peacefully sleeping. The Emperor then ordered the court transfer to Verse to not disrupt her sleep. He had told his closest friend, the Duke of Calais, that he could not be in the palace where she had created so much joy. On the road, he ordered the court turn hard for Calais and the royal fleet be prepared to sail for Mexico. Emperor Louis the XVII rode out at the head of his court. His son and heir was riding beside him. The standards of the two were proudly flying. He looked forward with a calm look. His sword strapped to his side. His son was smiling and waving. He through coins from his own purse and would put young children on his horse and walk beside them. The Crowned Prince was to go on progress and see France. So part of the court slowed as Lucas began to meet his people. He talked to the farmers and an army of clerks took records of things farmers needed and dispatched orders to Paris. Farmers thought the Prince was only being nice, but soon new plows and seeds were arriving from the royal gardens. And a packet of white roses to be planted outside the house. They each had a note attached to the seeds of the white roses, "Plant me and remember me. For I shall grow all across France." the symbol of the monarchy. Lucas was a new King in the making. His father was ruling over the empire of France and its new territories. The Crowned Prince was also growing in age and wisdom. And now the Crowned Prince had a son of his own. To: Emperor Maximally of the Mexican Empire From: Head Minister of Foreign Affairs for the French Empire Your Imperial Grace, The French Emperor, Louis XVII is going on travel as his son is about to take over the Empire as the Emperor is going to abdicate upon returning to France. But the Emperor wishes to seek an audience with you. The Emperor also attaches a letter for you to ready friend, for on top of the world we sat. Two Empires whose flame shines brighter than the days when we first took the steps up to sit on our old thrones. The Christmas season has been a strong winter. For the Empire has a new little Duchess to celebrate. But with a broken heart, we lost our darling Empress, Savannah. My friend, I am not long for this world. I wish to sit and talk one last time before I must descend into the ground and meet our God.~Louis All parts of the French EmpireCanadaQuebec City was in chaos as the Royal Governor came before the people of the city announced that the Empress, Savannah Payne-Bourbon, had died in childbirth to a girl, named Tasha Bourbon. In some parts of Quebec they toasted to the death of the Bourbon Empress. Others toasted to the death of an Imperium Payne. Others, like most of the Empire, saw her death as a symbol of the bad times to now descend over France and her empire. Like a black cloud now forming over Paris. The Emperor had lost his most trusted advisor. During the Quebec Rebellions, when the Emperors Courtiers had advised sending in the 1st Army and crushing the rebellion and occupy New France. But the Empress had hinted at sending food crops and priests. Royal progress to be devoted to New France. The Emperor traveled to New France with the New French courtiers along with the Empress. Many former Imperium lords and ladies were in the Empress entourage. And when the Empress passed, the old call of the Payne Dynasty, "A Payne!", was shouted as she passed. Her standard went ahead of her in everywhere she went. She walked and waved to the people. A group of orphans she met on the road she read to them and spent the day there. Her court had not known where she had disappeared. In Quebec City, she met with the city leaders and listened to the cases presented before them. She always found in favor of the people. And when the people came to her with disputes of a local Lords running tyrannical. The Empresses clerks always took note of the information, and she would dispense the order herself. She visited many farms and inquired on the health of the farms and how the families on them were. She even would pick apples beside the farmers. Furthermore, she would laugh with the wives at the cruel jokes. And when the children would ask who that strange woman was, the farmers would tell their children, "That, that was the Empress of France." A lot of farmers found letters arriving a year later signed by the Empress herself and sending little side-notes. She was a loving Empress. Farmers who wee heavy burdened by taxes were shocked when bills of payment arrived. All paid from the Lady in Paris. White roses were being planted outside every home she had touched with her kind heart. So the white blood was growing proudly in most of New France. When work went around the countryside, a lot of people wept for the fallen Empress. Anhold Is. The Northern Raiders were all drilling when the Commander ordered the men into assembly. He then read the telegram aloud that had arrived from Paris. "Our Empress, Savannah Bourbon. Has died in childbirth. She died holding her newborn infant. To France, she gave hr life for the betterment of it. For the strong families that would grow and the great power we now see. She asks that France remember the things she did and smile. For she is in Heaven helping to plan the next grand harvest" the soldiers and sailors were silent. Then the canons fired off in salute to their fallen monarch. Expidition Africa French troops under the command of Lord Louis Capped, the Lord of Marseille, was forming up a troop for an invasion of Algiers. French citizens who wanted to gain riches and new lands were asked to sign up and join the force.

World of Conquest (1845 Alt Hist; Open, IC|rating:3.0

Kingdom of Daideburg (Elf Kitty and Dovah)

Spoiler: Marisa James {"light box_close": "Close", "light box_next": "Next", "light box_previous": "Previous", "light box_error": "The requested content cannot be loaded. Please try again later.", "light box_start_slideshow": "Start slideshow", "light box_stop_slideshow": "Stop slideshow", "light box_full_screen": "Full screen", "light box_thumbnails": "Thumbnails", "light box_download": "Download", "light box_share": "Share", "light box_zoom": "Zoom", "light box_new_window": "New window", "light box_toggle_sidebar": "Toggle sidebar"} Twenty years ago, the Kingdom of Magdeburg was ruled by King Grey mire and was a tyrant. He put people to death for so much as looking at his guards in the wrong way. People who dared to speak out often found themselves imprisoned under false pretenses and charged with treason via fabricated evidence to his council. The southern country suffered for 50 long years, but Grey mire's rule was ended when a young redheaded women dared to gaze upon his daughter's natural beauty and was arrested before being sentenced to having her right eye destroyed. "You are fortunate that I am merciful." The king told her as his torturers held her in place and stabbed the eye with a hot poker. Little did he know that Marisa James would prove to be his downfall. She was the straw that broke the camel's back. Over the next twenty years, a bloody civil war erupted with her at the head of the rebellion. Entire cities were glassed by the king's airships, the military torn asunder in the street by the people that they were meant to protect. Farmers executed for not giving up all their crops. Roughly 90% of the kingdom was reduced to rubble but for every town that was bombarded into dust, more people joined Marisa's cause. The Eye of justice, they called her on account of the prosthetic eye that replaced her damaged one. It connected directly into the optic nerve and was her own creation. It was a brass small cylinder with a series of intricate gears inside the tube and was powered by her blood. The black leather eye patch prevented it from looking like she jabbed it straight in and was sort of stylish. The bloodiest battle was the Battle of Tarn. The capital of the kingdom and the final stand of Grey mire. Millions died as the largest city was reduced to rubble in some districts. The king's own daughter had betrayed him after the head of the rebellion saved her from his own grounds. Designed to keep people like her out. It was an ironic fate that Elbert was the one woman who signed their death Warren. After the battle, a temporary government was formed and a trial for the Grey mire family was formed. Elbert damned them all in a heartfelt speech and whilst some of the rebels sought to wipe the name out completely, she was spared death. Her family was executed by firing squad with Marisa killing the king with her flintlock via a bullet through the eye and a sword through his heart. That was a year ago. Since then, she had been focusing on rebuilding the kingdom and was defect leader. She was the closet thing to a regent and the palace was her home. It used to be the city's proudest wonder, but it took heavy damage during the war. Only the north wing was intact and its halls were still bearing the marks of battle. The year was 203, the 32nd day of March. Each month had 40 days. Wearing a brown cotton waistcoat with blue buttons over a tight-fitting white shirt and a pair of black leather lace pants with her thighs being laced at the side and a pair of brown heeled boots. She was in the office. It was a dark room with various gears churning their cogs to generate the power required to light it and the oak brown desk had several papers on. In front of her was a single tripod. The gears were slowly turning as the image began to generate inside it and would be broadcasted to every large screen across the TV. Her makeup was light purple eyeshadow around her left eye, dark red lipstick and light blue blush. "My dearest people. This is Marisa James." She hated giving speeches. "This broadcast corresponds with the rebuilding efforts. The war has devastated our beloved kingdom and scars have been left. But we can and shall rebuild. Our treasury is depleted, but our resources are in demand by other kingdoms and currently, it stands to take 20 years. Our airship fleet has just been salvaged, and the following cities will receive them for construction efforts." She listed 30 Class F airships that were former navy and salvaged for reconstruction purposes. "I know we are hurting, and I know there are some of you who view me as the usurper." She hated that despite Grey mire's tyranny, they viewed her as a traitor. She didn't betray the kingdom, it betrayed her first." To re-iterate what the last broadcast covered, my impending wedding to Elbert will secure the throne for it's a rightful ruler. I know many of you want me as your queen and for that, I cannot thank you enough for your constant support. Without any of you, my rebellion would not have succeeded. Even at my lowest point, you were there. My love is for Magdeburg and I hope to live up to your faith. To those who seek to harm her, why? Why do you seek revenge upon the woman who gave us the most damning speech? Sure, the trial is viewed as a joke by some, but we must not revert to the old ways. Under our new kingdom, we will be just. Justice will be issued fairly." She proceeded to go into detail about the wedding and really hated these speeches. After an hour of recording, she made her way towards the small cave that served as Elbert's room. It wasn't grim and was brightly lit. It was the only place where a shallow pool could be installed without issue and water was constantly drained and pumped in to filter it out. The walls were light blue and a gentle breeze was in the room. She saw her bride to be as she entered it and slowly removed her boots to reveal the lace stocking she had on underneath her pants. "My dear Elbert. How are you today?" She had proclaimed that the woman could not leave the palace, and it was for her safety. The limb was her own creation and just like her eye, it ran on blood. It was 3pm and the day was hot. She did not know why it caused the side effect of the woman wetting herself at random. She had explored every measure to try to fix it and the only option that would fix it was too complicated. It involved extending the leg into the woman's bladder and using microgears to propel the urine down a small tube and into a large vial that could be hidden inside the leg. It was too risky, even if she did the operation herself. Furthermore, it was hard enough getting the artificial leg grafted onto the princess and even then, it required daily maintenance. Elbert had to sleep in a shallow pool because it raised her body heat too much, and it was the only way to counter it. Her own eye had the same issue but wasn't enough to threaten her life. Just caused major headaches at random and the gears tended to stick. It would cause her body to spasm slightly then wet herself. People were used to her having accidents. She walked into the cold water of the pool and several levers were built into the wall. The woman could alter the depth of the water, the heat and cold of it along with how much she wanted it in. The water came just up to her ankle and soaked that area of her pants. Spoiler: Else Grey mire A year, it had been an entire year since her life had changed so very drastically. She had known it would only be a matter of time before the rebellion came knocking at the castle doors. Else had urged her father to listen to reason, to at least allow an audience. But he planned on killing them all and putting their heads on spikes on the palace gates. It was something she could not allow happening so she had attempted to flee and find Marisa in order to warn her of her father's plans. Else still felt guilt over the woman losing her eye for merely looking at her. She had begged her father not to do it, but he refused. Originally he was going to kill her but due to his daughter begging him not to, he took her eye instead. So in her mind it was the least she could do to warn the woman. Instead, her leg got caught in a trap, and she had been certain she was going to die. Only for Marisa to come across her while scouting out the castle. Her leg had to be amputated and Else carried to her workshop where the woman made a prosthetic for her. Outside of it overheating and having to do blood-letting to allow her blood to lubricate the mechanisms, it was a solid leg that allowed her to move about as if she had never lost her own in the first place. She knew that her betrothed was currently making a speech about their wedding. Security would be tight as to reduce the risk of harm coming to her. Elbert did not know the first thing about defending herself and thanks to the way her leg overheated as well as an issue that caused her to randomly wet herself, she did not care much to leave her room unless necessary. The wedding would be the first time the public would have seen her in public since the trial and her entire family's execution. She shuddered a bit remembering the embarrassment as one of the people present pointed out that she had wet herself. The cave that was now her room was kept brightly lit. Marisa had refused to make her feel as if she was imprisoned given the incriminating speech she had given that led to the death of the previous king and his advisers. At the moment the water within was cool as she had been overheating thanks to the warmer then usual day. During the summer she would not be able to leave the pool very much if at all for her own safety. Thankfully she had a woman that she trusted to keep her updated on what was going on and there was talk of creating a mobile pool of some sorts that would allow her to leave the cave for important functions. Would not do to have the people accuse Marisa of keeping her hidden away due to torturing her after all. Outside of the pool there was a small, yet elegant sitting table where she was able to do her hair and makeup on the days she left her room. To the right of it sat a wardrobe containing her clothing. While in the pool she wore next to nothing. And it was just enough to be modest for when servants entered. Though at this point only one was allowed in. Other than that, only her betrothed was allowed into the small cave. A guard was kept posted to ensure that nobody would attempt to harm the soon-to-be queen. When Marisa walked in, she looks up and smiles slightly. "Better now that my leg has cooled down some. I don't think I should leave the pool though just to be safe." Her smile was slightly pained, the woman still adjusting to her new life. She had seen the damage done to the castle and based on it only made one condition for marrying Marisa. The castle was to eventually be rebuilt. But not as it had been. No, it was to be improved with better rooms for the servants as well as rooms added for the orphaned children who roamed the streets. The throne room would be kept simple, and the ballroom would have more lighting and space as to give the children a spacious place to play indoors during the colder months. She also asked that the gardens be attended to as she loved having fresh flowers. In fact, her servant had recently brought in some rose petals to add to the water in order to cheer her up some." Did you make the announcement about the wedding today? I wished I could have been there for it to give you my support in person." Moving carefully she sits up on one of the ledges in the pool, water dripping down her pale flesh that had only grown paler with her extended time inside the castle. "Better safe than sorry." Marisa smiled upon seeing her betrothed. They had slowly fallen in love over the past year and the redhead had confessed to viewing her as a tool to be disposed of in an ironic twist but upon rescuing her, she felt something for the woman. It was hard to believe that she would be marrying her next week and was thankful for her fortune. Sure, she ended up needing her after the war because of her heritage, but it had turned from mutual audience to full on love and there was barely a day when the woman didn't visit her lover. To her, Else was the best reward she could ever get and to grow old with her would be the best way to live the remainder of her days. Fate had smiled on both of them. The leg was highly experimental and sometimes, even she couldn't believe she crafted it. Sure, it had a lot of drawbacks, but it enabled the princess to walk around as if she hadn't lost anything. Security was tight at the palace and was being tightened. It was pointless due to the woman's combat prowess, but she didn't want to invite trouble because she got cocky. She knew everything about the building's weaknesses, thanks to the brunette woman, and it was her knowledge that allowed the rebellion to flood the palace with their men to end the war." Don't want a repeat of last week, do we?" She remarked with a friendly smile as she gently walked towards her lover. They hadn't consume rated their affair yet, and it was out of respect. She didn't know if else was ready for sex with the woman who destroyed her family and was just glad that she loved her. "I did, my love." She felt the water slowly rise past her ankle before she walked towards the shallow part. "I..." Her mouth twitched along with her head as one of the microgears got stuck, inside her artificial eye for a minute before sorting itself out. The front of her pants rapidly darkened as she felt the warmth of her urine turn into a raging river inside the fabric. "Sorry." She was used to it to having accidents in front of the woman, and it was worth it for the price of being able to see with the ruined eye." I'm glad it didn't happen in the recording." She remarked as she rubbed the eye and gently tapped it. "AAAACG!" She yelled as a surge of pain occurred. "Just the gears again." She looked down at the woman with a soft smile. "Yes. I went into full detail and left nothing out." She gently patted the brass knee. "You sure, you don't want me to decorate it?" She had been offering to redecorate the leg in the past few weeks and so far, the brunette kept refusing. She took out a small knife with circular black patterns on the hilt from her pocket and gently helped the woman to her feet. "I managed to fix the issue with the water. Turns out that co..." She ran her hand down the exterior of the leg with her palm to begin her inspection. "I won't bore you. Just one of the pumps was playing up." She gently ran a finger down the gears behind the knee and ankles. "Good." She was glad that the minor issue of the gears getting jammed was resolving itself in the knee. It had been plaguing the poor princess for the past month and often resulted in her leg being locked into place. "Didn't think it'll need to be replaced so soon, but I'm gonna to have to replace it." She looked up at the pale woman's face. "I know, I said it would last for a decade but I didn't take into account exposure to water and blood." She traced every gear with her finger before looking at the tender thigh. She hated doing this to the woman, but it was the only way. Furthermore, she tried alternatives, but oil was too thick and jammed up the intricate gears. Wax caused it to slip, water did nothing. Blood was the only thing that was thick enough to work. She placed her left palm against the skin. She had turned the flesh into a series of scars and was akin to torture. "Any new issues?" She inquired as she gently ran the flat edge of the blade against the back of the thigh. She felt that keeping her girlfriend talking was a good way to distract her from the pain. Whilst listening to the woman, she held the thigh with her left hand and with a quick thrust, stabbed her in the leg. Blood poured out of the wound like a fountain and always had to be done four times to ensure that every part was covered in it. Else had a specialized medication that replenished the blood, but it pained the redhead to do this. When she had spoken out at the trial, Else would not have blamed Marisa for having her killed as well due to who her father was. But when she was spared she was quite thankful. She had a feeling that the reason behind it was political in nature but given that she was just thankful to be alive, well, she had not felt hurt when it was admitted that she was kept because she was needed to help keep the peace. Over time, she had fallen for the woman. And while Marisa had been responsible for killing her father she had not held it against her. Why should she? After all, it was her words that ultimately led to his death as she spoke out about both his crimes to the people, and to her as well." Not really. I think it caused quite the stir when I collapsed in front of everybody in the garden." She grimaces a bit, remembering coming to with a throbbing head and a leg that felt as if it was burning her alive. The cold water had cooled it down just in time to prevent her from dying. The last thing she wanted to risk was for it to happen again. Not with the wedding so close. Just the thought of the wedding made her heart race. But her love having an accident distracted her from thoughts of what the wedding night would be like. "Please, don't apologize." She says, reaching up and gently stroking her cheek. "Especially not to me. Never to me." After all, she was the only one that fully understood what caused the accidents, and she had her own fair share of them. Thankfully with her being in the pool it was easy enough to hide most times." I am glad. Hopefully neither of us have an accident during our wedding and crowning. I don't know if I'd be able to handle the embarrassment." Unlike Marisa who had gotten used to it by that point, she had yet to fully do so, and she hated it to an extent. "I'm sure. Perhaps when it is time to replace it you could decorate the new one." Pulling her hand away she grasps the edge of the pool knowing what was coming. Even though she expected it by now she did not quite care to watch as the blade was run over her flesh. "My knee isn't jamming as much as it had been thankfully. Other than that I do notice a pain in the back from time to time. I think one of the places where it was anchored has come loose and the screw is scraping my-" Her words were cut off as she clenches her teeth feeling the blade stab into her leg. "Is scraping my bone. Do you think you can take a look after you finish helping my leg lubricate?" Her knuckles were white and as the next stab happened she didn't wince as much knowing what to expect. The first of the four was always the hardest for the princess. "I was thinking perhaps my wedding dress could be a darker color. So that if I do have an accident it isn't as noticeable. Are you ok with that?" It had taken a lot of convincing and a passionate speech by Marisa to prevent the royals from being dragged out to a camera and executed in revenge. She had been attacked by the more extreme portions of the rebellions, and it almost resulted in another war erupting, but the trial was a boon to the kingdom. It cooled the flaming heat that the kingdom was suffering from and reminded them that justice would be served. The Grey mires were heavily guarded by her most trusted allies until the court was picked of neutrals and cameras were scavenged. It was a grueling ten-hour affair and raised voices dominated it but Else's speech damned her family. It showed that she was a victim of her father and that she believed in law. Furthermore, it would have been easy to strong-arm her into faking such a speech but the passion, the tears, the pure hatred of the crimes committed, it destroyed those claims. Marisa knew she could have executed the king after fighting through his last bastion of guards whilst bleeding heavily from several wounds in her torso, but she had the foresight to see what that would have done. It would have painted her as a usurper, and she knew that if she had gone through with it, there would have been no mercy. No quick death. An eye for an eye then a slow painful death for the king whilst having his family murdered in front of his very eyes. Fortunately, fate agreed with her chosen course of action and rewarded her with Else. The brunette was innocent and sweet. She smiled when the princess recalled the time she fainted in the garden and how close she was to burning up. "He-he." She chuckled as she found the first area for the blood-letting. "That would be a sight, the new queens wet their dresses as they are crowned. A truly historical moment." She snarked with a smile before stabbing the flesh. She felt the warm blood run down the back of the woman's leg and over her hand. Furthermore, she slowly removed it to allow the blood to flow freely and found the second spot on the side. "What color do you wish to have?" She inquired as she felt the scarred flesh of the thigh's left side and gently sliced into it. The blood trickled down the side of the leg and mixed with the brass of the leg as small divers filled with the hot liquid and would enter small drains to clean the internal gears along with the heating mechanism. It kept the leg warm and eliminated the feeling of it being metal screwed into the bone. "I shall, my love. It'll be painful, and I'll see if any chloroform can be spared, but I fear that I will have to subject you to a lot of pain." She recalled the intense 48-hour surgery and how close the princess came to dying. It was a filthy workshop, and she had to amputate the leg to prevent gangrene from setting it. "KEEP HER STILL!" She had barked at her assistants as she began to slice into the mangled flesh and the screaming began. Even now, she recalled that day as if it happened recently, and she regretted her part in it. She saved the woman from death, but she often had nightmares and an occurring one was seeing Islet strapped to the table whilst covered in blood and having to do the same for all four limbs. After puncturing the front of the thigh and right, she walked over to the dark brown bottle that was on the table. It was a vital tonic for the princess. Without it, she would have died from blood loss years ago and it rapidly replenished it. It tasted foul, and she refused to say what was in it. "I shall consider it, but the people may take offense to it and claim that you are hiding. Colors are a powerful tool, and it is why I chose the white as my army's uniform." She recalled the bright white mismatched uniforms that her men and women recalled. It was a powerful image to see thousands of bloodied corpses and enraged even the most loyal of cities. She uncorked the bottle and lifted it to the woman's small lips. "Please drink, my dear. I don't want to have to force-feed you." She hated it whenever her betrothed refused and had to force-feed it often. She knew how foul it tasted and didn't blame her for wanting to avoid it, but it was necessary. The blood was flowing freely down the brass and was cleaning everything. She gently held onto the woman's right arm to force her to stand. "But I will see if your dress can be changed to a color that disguises it well. Or for the wedding, I can modify your leg with a temporary pipe that redirects the urine. The only downside is." She pecked her on the cheek. "It would go straight back into your bladder. Were it involving just sitting down, I would arrange for a discreet toilet to be installed but alas, it does not." She zoomed in on the leg with a few taps of the eye and was pleased by how the process was going. "Quite the sight indeed." Else smiles slightly having caught the snark in her betrothed's tone. "Perhaps a pale rose would be nice. As a queen I am supposed to be strong yet feminine. So I feel it would be a good fit. Especially on the days when I find myself confined without much of a choice due to the heat." Sighing slightly she tried not to dwell on the fact that it would be painful when the leg was replaced. A shudder runs through her body remembering just how close she had been to dying not that long ago. She had already lost so much blood by the time Marisa found her. It was a miracle that she had survived really. Her small smile faded as the bottle was held to her lips. She hated the tonic so very much. It tasted nasty and often Marisa would have to pinch her nose and force her to swallow it down even as she gagged on it. A couple of times she had thrown up and had to go through the process again. She knew that it was necessary to keep her from dying from blood loss. But she hated it so very much wanting to not drink the damned stuff. There was no choice in the matter though. It was drink it or die. At the very least she got to have whatever she wanted after she had taken down the tonic." We could go with a cream or a yellow color. That should disguise it nicely while still staying close enough to the traditional color that the people won't be too upset." If only they could do it so that they were sitting down. But she knew that would not be the case. After they were wed they would go into the temporary throne room where they would walk up to the thrones and be crowned with all of it being televised to the people that are unable to attend the wedding in person. "As for the pipe, I don't like the idea of it going back into my bladder. I would rather wet myself instead of deal with that." Reluctantly she drinks down the foul tasting liquid, gagging as usual. Once the blood-letting was done she moves her legs the gears moving easily without getting stuck. Nodding a bit she resituates herself. "I think it is cool enough I can have dinner with you upstairs, actually. I know the servants have been quite worried since I fainted, and it is important to show them that I am ok. It will ease up the rumors I am being held against my will by you as well if they see me out and about. Not leaving the castle grounds of course. Besides, I have heard that there are some traps left from my father and I think I might know where they are. Let me at least tell some of the men where they are so that they can be removed!" "A pale rose is a good idea and I shall arrange for it to be stitched onto your dress." Marisa kissed her again on the cheek as the blood continued to lubricate the gears and internal workings of her leg. She was pleased by the brunette's decision to take the tonic. She recalled the first time the woman consumed it and proceeded to throw up all over her. All.OVER. HER. She wasn't afraid to use physical force if she had to and when Else wasn't in the mood to drink it, she had to. Many a time, the maid had walked in on her straddling the woman and forcing the foul tasting liquid down her throat. Today was not such a day." Cream would be lovely but I think it would still show up." She hugged the woman. "You may have no choice in the matter." She remarked with a smile. "But you'll get used to it and admitted, I've grown to enjoy it." She released the hug a few minutes later as they shared their embrace. "Speaking of which, any accidents?" She was just curious and looked down at the bloody prophetic limb whilst tracing her forefinger and thumb along the metal. "Well, I would hardly make a good wife if I banished you to here." She jested after watching the woman test out the gears. "And tonight, we shall dine." Her quarters weren't as nice as Else's and whilst she could have claimed the least damaged one, she wanted to show she wasn't afraid to live in squalor. Her quarters were still badly damaged and barely rendered safe. The various steam pistons constantly fought to keep the roof steady as renovation was carried out. The palace suffered from thousands of problems, and she had toyed with just burning it down but decided not to. She would turn this symbol of terror into hope. "And no, I won't move out until the wedding. It's my duty to feel their pain. To share the same standards, and it's serviceable." She looked at the woman's figure. "Gods, I love you." She gently uttered before planting her lips on hers and helped the brunette to sit down. "Servants will gossip and yes, this should quiet the...." She paused as she thought about how it could be taken. "Ok, not quiet but show that any fears of me keeping you prisoner is false." At first the maid had been concerned when seeing the princess having a strange vial of fluid forced down her throat. But after some explanations took place the maid, Elaine, no longer blinked when she walked in on such a sight. Yesterday had been one of those days with Else refusing it even though she really knew that she needed to drink it to replenish her blood. "I don't know if I'll ever get used to it. Though I am thankful for what you did for me. If not for you, I would have died out in those woods in pain." She runs her fingers over her leg before nodding her head. "Not long before you arrived actually I had one. Thanks to the levers I was able to drain the pool and refill it." Kissing her back, she sits down and nods. "I don't want them assuming that is the case. I know you aren't going to move out of the room until we are married. And it is only right. After all, I don't want you moving until we are married in order to share a room with me. Some traditions must be kept after all." Running her fingers through her hair she just wants to be close to the woman she was going to marry in just a week. "I know it will take time to rebuild the castle. But perhaps once the rooms for the children are finished we can get a special room built so that both of us can be comfortable. I have been putting some thought into the reconstruction of the castle. As much as I would love the work done sooner rather than later, I think it is more important to repair the city itself first. Give the people something to protect. After all, they would be more likely to stay by our sides if we put them first. I am not like my father, I will not be like them." Else was trembling, a fire in her eyes as she spoke those words. Marisa recalled how yesterday went and how she had to forcefully press her to the ground in the shallow pool and straddled her figure. She had forced the bottle into the woman's lips despite being punched and slapped before the liquid was poured down the throat. To ensure she didn't spit it out, she clamped the mouth shut and held her nose to force her to swallow it. Today was not a repeat of it. "You will but if we do wet ourselves during the wedding, we'll merely continue without acknowledging it." She gently caressed the woman's right cheek as she sat down beside her and felt the water come up to her waist. "Good thing I installed it then." She remarked as she rested her head on the princess's shoulder." I'm so lucky to have you." She gently uttered as she rested her right hand just below the woman's breast and leaned into her. She never believed she would find love but Else destroyed that belief. It was neutral at first but the more she spoke to the woman during the war, the more she found herself liking her until one night, she invited her to lunch by the lake. She revealed her feelings for the princess and was glad when the woman informed her that she felt that way. The fact that marrying her because of her name was necessary to preserve the peace was irrelevant to the former rebel. She would have ended up doing so regardless of the woman's name." No. You're not. You're a beautiful woman with a kind soul and a victim of circumstance." She looked up at her partner and gave her a small kiss on the chin. "As a temporary measure, I will move into here until the master room is fully restored, and the pool installed." She closed her eyes for a few seconds. "Tradition dictates that we consume rate our love after the wedding in front of family and friends." She opened her eyes. "I think no-one will blame us if we decide that tradition is insane and scrap it." She always thought the gravies were a bit odd with the traditions. "Children swill be the priority." Same with 90% of the city. Necessary to destroy but a pain to rebuild. "Gods, I'm tired of being regent." Her voice was showing how heavy her burden was, and she was taking on too many duties. Construction orders had to be authorized by her, salvage teams assembled, military drills, visiting refugee camps (which she loved on account of it giving her a chance to visit the people she saved), speeches to the kingdom, assembling councils and these were just the tip of the iceberg. She rarely had any real time to herself and even visiting the princess was part of her duties. "The sooner you're queen, the sooner I can rest." She worked 18-hour days, 7 days a week, and it showed around her eye. Her other eye often had to compensate for it and sometimes, she just read papers with that eye. "As queen, queens, we can assemble a council and let them schedule stuff. Let them appoint leaders for construction, logistics, law reformation." She yawned. "Worth it but sometimes, I just want to resign just so I can get a good night's sleep." Nodding at her words about what would happen if they wet themselves at the meeting she then leans her head against that of the woman she loved simply enjoying being close to her. Their romance had been unexpected, but quite welcome. At least she would get to be with somebody that genuinely cared about her. And not just because she was a princess or a way to the throne. But because they actually loved her and wanted her to be happy, doing whatever they could to allow that to happen. "Ok. It will be nice to have somebody else here in the room with me. My maid is sweet, but a bit overzealous at times about performing her duties to the point I sometimes wonder if she even realizes I am here." Laughing a bit she was trying to ease the situation some. She knew that Marisa was tired. She was tired as well, and she was not doing nearly as much as the other. Furthermore, she did help her go over papers and signed her name where necessary. Furthermore, she would be queen soon enough and would be able to help her not be as bogged down as she was at the moment by all of it." Oh, I agree. That is one tradition I am sure was more for the perverts to get a chance to watch the newlyweds get it on more than anything else. Definitely not something I want to have to go through. And hey, at least the old council isn't around to get all huffy and upset. I swear the old bastard Ration was looking forward to the day I lost my virginity." She shudders remembering how the old man would leer at her. He was now dead along with the rest of the council and her family, buried in unmarked plots which had been something Else herself had suggested as to not give them the honor of being in the royal crypt due to the pain and suffering they had brought to the kingdom." Soon my love. Soon I will be able to help you and just think, you will be my first. And to be honest, I am the one that is lucky to have you Marisa. Without you, I would either be dead or still stuck under my father's rule with no chance of happiness. But thanks to you, I am alive, and happy. Marrying the woman I love in just a week's time!" ONE WEEK LATER....203 39th day of March The big day had come after a long tiresome week of preparing for it. Marisa had been dealing with everything relating to the wedding on top of dealing with her usual duties, and it showed around her left eye. She was exhausted physically but mentally, she was ready for more. The entire kingdom of Magdeburg would be watching in some capacity or another and what she did today would determine the next chapter of its history. "Oh come on!" She growled after wetting her green cotton pants again. It seemed that the stress of the wedding was causing her more and more accidents to the point where she seemed to lose control of her bladder every hour. She was in a bit of a foul mood because her office was flooded. AGAIN! A pipe had burst and destroyed 96% of her paperwork. Fortunately, she had the foresight to make copies, but it still pissed her off. She visited her bride to be and felt the mood subside. "You've got to drink it, my love." She had finished letting the woman's blood to lubricate the leg. "I know I said I would, but I simply lacked the time to replace your leg." She knew Else was upset because she hadn't gotten around to fixing it, and they had their very first argument. It was more of a shouting match, but she didn't regret what she said. She knew that they needed to vent, and she didn't mean a majority of had been yelled at. Elsbet was flat out refusing to drink the tonic despite bleeding heavily, and she was not in the mood. "Do you want to die?" She bluntly remarked as she held the woman's right wrist and to her shock, the princess punched her in the right eye! The glass inside fractured and distorted her vision into several pieces. Without realizing what she was doing, she grabbed the left arm and flipped the brunette over her shoulder then wretched the wrist to disable her. The woman's scream snapped her out of it. "Oh gods!" Marisa exclaimed in shock. "I'm...." She rammed the bottle into the mouth and forced her to drink it." I'm sorry, my love. I.... Furthermore, I just can't help it." She sat down in the pool next to her. "Whenever someone throws a punch, I automatically defend myself." She knew she had broken the wrist, and it wasn't exactly a clean break either. She gently hugged the woman and hoped that she would be forgiven. That week had been a rough one. Else did her best to spend as much time possible outside the room. But it was hard given that her leg seemed to keep having issues and with Marisa not getting around to replace it she was getting quite grumpy. They had fought about some things, and she had yelled at her betrothed, screaming at her to get out of her room with tears pouring down her face. It made her feel guilty seeing the look on Marisa's face when she had screamed that at her. So when she had seen her that day she felt better as she had not been abandoned by the woman she loved. But she was still upset to the point she fought against drinking the tonic. It wasn't that she wanted to die. It was more she didn't want to throw up as she had barely been eating lately, one of the reasons for the argument actually, due to the stress she felt. She wanted to help her out. But as Marisa was regent they had to be cautious as to avoid any potential issues. Once she was queen it would be easier. At that moment she didn't feel like a queen, let alone a princess, as emotion took over rationality and she strikes with her fist. She hadn't meant to hit Marisa in her eye and fracture the glass. But there was no time to apologize as she was suddenly on her back screaming in pain and holding her broken wrist. She was distracted enough that Marisa was able to get her to drink the tonic without any further fighting or struggling. Tears poured down her face and she sobbed between her screams of pain. It was broken, she knew that much. On the day of her wedding on top of it all. Marisa's eye was broken, and her wrist was broken. What would the people say? Her screams had caused her maid to come running, staring at the two of them before scowling and quickly getting to work on bringing medical supplies down. "What were you two thinking?" She snaps, helping in any way possible to set the broken wrist as to allow it to heal." I didn't mean to punch you.... I just.... I just felt so angry....and not at you, but at the situation in general. It isn't fair! None of this is fair!" She was sobbing, her voice raw as she spoke. "Being a married couple!" Marisa snapped at the maid then apologized. She stood back as the woman tended to the broken wrist then sat down next to her. "I know. I know." She gently hug Else. "It's not easy and it's unfair. I didn't ask to be regent or to start a rebellion, but fate is a fickle thing." She felt the water warm beneath her bottom and sighed. "I don't think having a piss free wedding is on the books." She remarked as she retrieved a flask from her waistcoat. "And don't worry about the eye." She drank some of the cold water to replenish her fluids then offered some to her betrothed." It's an easy thing to fix, just swap out the sense, re-calibrate it and test it." She gently kissed her on the cheek before getting up. "Your dress is made out silk and had made it shorter than usual on account of your leg." She looked down at the woman with a soft smile. "It's sexy and showing off your leg hints at pride of who you are." Afterward, she departed to get ready. The dress was light blue silk and came down to just below the crotch. It had a white ribbon that went around the stomach and a pale rose on each side. Marisa didn't know it, but it would REALLY compliment the woman's curves. So, it's here. I am to be queen, the load is to be lightened, and I am likely to wet myself in front of the entire kingdom. It'll be a wedding to recall and our love will bind our goals. After swapping out the sense for a bright blue one, Marisa gave it a few tests before adjusting it to her preference.3 hours later... "Wow, you look...." Marisa gasped after seeing Else in the dress. Hers was thin silk and green. It had a large ribbon around the waist and in a bid to make Else feel comfortable, she had it shortened to match the woman's. The pantyliner of her underwear was prominent and her bra indicated that it existed. The sleeves had a pale rose on each end and an imprinted blue version of her eye. It complimented her figure well, and she had to fight a sharp impulse to not have sexual intercourse with her wife to be. At least, not before the wedding. Else took the flask and drinks some of the water, grimacing as at last her wrist was set and then wrapped in some bandages with a split. "What a day to start our wedding day." She sighs, reaching up to touch Marisa on the cheek and smiling slightly. "I am glad that it is easy to fix, but I still feel bad about breaking it." Looking over to the dress she smiled. It was beautiful, albeit shorter than she would have preferred. She understood the reasoning behind why it was short. However, that didn't make her happy about the length. However, she managed a smile as the dress was hung ready for her when she got dried off to be put on. While Marisa left to take care of her eye Else drained the pool and filled it with the coldest water she could handle, soaking in it for a couple of hours before getting out and starting the process of drying off. With help of course given that her wrist was currently broken, and it hurt to use it too much. Soon enough she was dressed and standing there waiting for her betrothed to arrive in her room. They had agreed that they would not keep with the condition of waiting to see one another before they were at the altar. Everything was changing, so why not begin the changes of the new rule with the wedding itself? Commoners were invited, and were quite welcomed, actually. The children that they would be taking in had a special area that was made to accommodate them in a way they would not grow bored. For those that could not attend it was being broadcast. Else wanted all their people to see what was happening. This would be their first glance of her since she was hidden away for her own safety, and she wanted their first glance to be one that was memorable. "Are you ready?" She asks, standing in the doorway to the courtyard in which the wedding would be taking place. Her leg gleamed in the sun, and she heard the murmurs from the people, ignoring them for the most part. "Once we do this, there is no going back." As she spoke, a light trickle of urine ran down her leg, but she ignores it. "I know, my love." Marisa felt her nipples harden beneath the dress as she gazed upon the woman's form. "And I will happily spend the rest of my life with you." She saw the very faint outline of urine trickle down Else's leg. "Do not fret. The hardest part is about to begin then it's smooth sailing." She gently hugged the woman as they watched the crowds gather in the restored courtyard. It was heavily damaged during the war and many brave men and women stood their ground as the redheaded leader of the rebellion stormed the grounds. She didn't hold it against the soldiers but didn't hold back. Now, it was fully restored to its natural beauty. Various plants were on each side of the yard, a small pond was at the rear and plenty of wooden benches draped in the colors of the brides were neatly arranged. A tripod was being set up to air the event all over the kingdom. She hooked her arm with the younger woman's and smiled. The organs began to play a slow traditional wedding theme and began faster (but not to fast) as they walked down the path. She knew they had limited time and had several jugs on standard in case her partner overheated. "I invited the children as requested and this is the kingdom's day." She whispered as they proceeded to make their way towards the light blue altar. She felt her legs warm up as she lost control of her bladder but ignored it. After a lot of preaching by the priest about the kingdom's traditions and how this was the era of a new age, it was time for their vows. "My dearest Else." She felt more urine pour down her legs and forced herself to not acknowledge it. "Ever since I found you, you have become the rock of my foundation. I have done some awful things in the name of justice and was planning on ending my life, but you sparked my life. I didn't expect to fall in love, but our chats were intriguing, and your bravery was admirable. Furthermore, I do not know how to express my love for you, but I will be your queen and be loyal to you, your dreams and the kingdom. Furthermore, I hope to be the perfect wife." She found herself starting to silently weep as she recalled the vows she had practiced and was surprised by her sudden emotional state. "And will cherish you until the very last." She hugged Else whilst burying her good eye into her shoulder. After pulling herself together, she listened to Else's vows with a massive smile. Walking down the aisle her heart raced and for a moment she worried that she would pass out. At least once during the ceremony a jug of water had to be grabbed and poured down her leg in order to prevent it from overheating. This caused some murmurs, but she just ignored them, focusing instead on her soon-to-be wife while the priest preached on. Including a statement that this was the beginning of a new era which meant discarding old traditions and embracing new ones. Else had a feeling it was because he really did not want to have to witness another marriage consummation having had his fill a long time ago." Tarlisa, my love." She begins her vows, having had to take a moment to gather herself after hearing the lovely vows from Marisa. "For so long I dreamed of making the kingdom a better place for all. And by the time we met I had given up, willing to risk my own life in order to warn others to get to safety. Then you came and saved me. You reminded me about everything, about everybody, I had to live for. You gave me a purpose in life and I hope that together we can serve our people. In doing so, it is my hope that we grow closer than we already have. I love you with my heart and soul, and nothing will ever change that. I am yours until the day I day." Tears slid down her cheeks, Else remembering just how close she had been to dying not that terribly long ago. Marisa wiped the tears from her good eye as Else started her vows and embraced her with a tight huge. Tears ran both their cheeks, and it seemed that it affected a majority of the crowd as well. After some control was regained of their emotions, Marisa smiled. "With these vows, we bind our tongues together and our futures. The kingdom enters a new age and the coronation of the first Magdeburg queens shall commence in an official capacity later this month." She informed the kingdom and the crowd via the cameras. "But I formally accept Else as my queen and my wife to future and care for her until death do us apart." She held the woman's right hand whilst facing the crowd and ignored the giant darkened stain that was forming around her crotch, along with a puddle forming around her feet. "And with myself bound to the true queen of Magdeburg, I implore those who would seek to do harm against the kingdom to rethink everything." She turned to face Else and gave her a passionate kiss to conclude the ceremony. In the past, it was a long and tedious affair, but she elected to executive some rare control over it and shortened it. A lot of traditions weren't mentioned because it related to the old regime and was mixed messages of fear, love and control.4 hours later...... SPLASH! Elsbet was dumped into the pond after everyone had departed and as her last act as regent, she ordered some privacy. "We are now married, my love." She looked down at her wife with a soft smile. "I couldn't help myself." She remarked as the dress clung to Else's figure. The pond wasn't shallow but just deep enough to cause the water to cover her entire body. "And you looked like you could do with it." She removed her shoes and climbed into the pond. She began to straddle the woman and gently restrained her arms. "Tonight's just you and me. No kingdom, no official duties, just our wedding night and unrestrained passion." She felt her own dress cling to her figure and suspected that the former princess would appreciate it. "And it's unofficial but we're queens. The whole ceremony is occurring when things have progressed." She passionately kissed her on the lips. The reception after the wedding was one that would likely be talked about for a while. There was no fancy feast filled with foods only royalty ate. It was a more modest affair with what food could be spared for the crowd. After all, with the rebellion that had taken place the pantry had practically become barren and the food that they did have came from the fields with Else ensuring that it was properly paid for. She was not her father, and there was enough money to be spread to those in need. Decorations consisted of fresh cut flowers from the royal gardens. It had been quite lovely but Else was quite tired by the time that it was over. Enough so that she was not paying much mind to what her lovely wife was doing until suddenly she found herself dumped into the pond getting her dress soaking wet. Standing there she blushes as Marisa makes her way into the pond before falling over and finding herself straddled with her arms restrained. Blush covering her cheeks she kisses her lover back, heart pounding in her chest. "I am fully yours, my queen." She murmurs with a shy smile. Else just prayed that she would enjoy what was to come. She had already confessed that she was nervous about their wedding night. It was not that she was dreading it, but she simply was uncertain how it would go was all. "And I am yours, your highness." Marisa softly remarked as she straddled the former princess and felt the water rise against her thighs. She gazed upon the submerged chest of Else and admired how it clung. "You know, you're needing to rely on pools does have its benefits." She gently kissed her again and grasped both molds of flesh. She dug her nails in and squeezed with a slight circular movement. Whilst the rebellion had drained the castle's pantry and food supplies, Marisa had taken great strides to ensure that the city was not in danger of starving. She spent many sleepless nights writing up barter contracts and calling on old debts to get food delivered. The outlying towns and villages were suffering, but they were able to save half of their food supplies and the rebellion took a lot of effort to ensure that the people did not suffer. It didn't stop the royalists from targeting the people, but it didn't help them. It helped the rebellion and swelled their ranks. She rolled over Else and positioned her onto of her soaked body. She gripped both buttocks with her hands and smiled as she watched the droplets of water roll down her face. Her dress clung to her figure and she could tell that the woman was not holding back in giving into her desires. "Yes, my love. Do as you wish." She kissed her again whilst wrapping her arms around her neck. "Oh really now?" She could not help the soft giggle that left her throat. Especially as she found herself moved so that she was on top of her wife. Marisa was truly beautiful and the way that she took what she wanted. Well, it was quite amazing to Else who greatly admired the woman who was striving to make the kingdom a better place for all. She could have easily taken over and become a dictator. Instead, she was making sure that their people were fed and that the royalists would not have their way in getting the kingdom to be the way it had been before the rebellion took place. Kissing Marisa back eagerly her hands moved so that they were groping her breasts through her soaking wet dress. They were so soft yet firm, and she loved how it felt as she caressed them letting out eager little moans like the little slut that she was starting to become just for her. "I love how you touch me, how you remind me that I am yours." She whispers into her ear before nipping it playfully getting lost in exploring her body through her clothing. But soon, she was tugging at the dress wanting to see Marisa in her full naked splendor. It warmed her heart to hear Else's giggle as they gazed into each other's eyes. Their hands grasping the palm of the others in the pond, the water caressing their bodies. Their dresses clinging to them like newborn babes. Else explored Marisa's tender lips and caused them to submerge for a few seconds as result of their weight pressing the woman's body under. The redhead didn't mind and felt the ever so soft flesh of the former princess's hands over her breasts. Her nose and mouth broke the surface of the water as her firm, round breasts were groped. They spent many nights teasing the other and Marisa knew how eager the woman was. "My love.....AAAA..." She gasped as the woman explored her thighs through the dress and began to tug it. "We are equals, darling." She shoved the new queen's dress above her ass and placed her hand on the buttocks. "Ravish me if you desire, invade my terrorist for my crimes." She whispered before being met with a passionate kiss that submerged both their faces again. She hooked her right leg over the back and gently rubbed her leg against the metal of the former royal's limb. "Just....you'll let me know if what I am doing feels good, right?" While she had explored her body plenty of times this was different. This time, they were going 'all the way'. While there had been touching and stroking, it had never felt as heated as it had at this moment. Knowing that soon enough they would be bared to each other completely. Pulling her hands away she grasps the hem of her dress and pulls it off entirely before taking Marisa's hand and placing it on her breasts. "I want you to tease my nipples, in just the way that I like it." She smiles somewhat shyly before reaching down, pulling up the hem of her wives' dress so that her fingers can dance up her thighs." You are so beautiful." Speaking softly her fingers crept closer to that sacred place between her legs. "I want to make you feel good, just like I want to feel good. You are my wife after all." Soon her fingers were teasing her folds, admiring how silken soft they were to her touch as she just barely strokes them wanting to tease her some. Marisa smiled as her new wife removed the dress to reveal the flesh beneath and felt her hands being guided towards the breasts. They never had proper intercourse, but they did a lot of foreplay, teasing and just plain ol' fun. Now? They could go all the way without caring about a thing in the world and they would. "I will, my love." She gently placed her lips around the right nipple and swirled her tongue around it. She gently a bit into the flesh and let out a soft moan as her folds were teased by Else's tender fingers. There was a small scar on Marisa's thigh from when she had been stabbed during the war. She pleasured the nipple with her tongue and twisted the left one with her right hand. She began to moan as her wife started to explore her crotch and reached for the right buttock. Furthermore, she gave it a soft squeeze and slowly pulled down the woman's undergarment. Oh yes, Marisa knew just how to drive her wild. And just knowing that they would not have to stop short of going all the way made it just that much better. After all, they were wed now. Not like anybody was going to tell them that they could not be intimate. Oh sure, if it was known that there were in the pond consummating their marriage it would be a scandal. But Else really did not care. Why should she? She was queen after all! "McMinn....yes....just like that love...." She coos as her fingers slip inside of her lovely wife, starting to curl them while she rubs against her g-spot. "I want you to cum for me. Cum for your wife, for your queen~" Their bodies were entwined in the pond, with Marisa underneath. She gently moaned as Else gave in to her lust and continued to return the favor by groping the right buttock. "AAAA, yea... m-my love." She gasped as the finger hit her g-spot and caused her to arch her back. She resumed nibble her beloved's tender nipples whilst barely being above water. There would be a scandal if they were caught but so what? She and Else were queens, they were making love, and they liked to get wet. It would be a lot of fuss over nothing and compared to recent events, it wouldn't even be a blip." Aaarh.award...Louis...Sarah!" Marisa moaned whilst batting her wife's tender breasts and was ordered to cum for her new queen. "El's....ELS..." She whispered after releasing her mouth from the flesh and closed her eyes. She held onto each buttock as she felt her body start to tremble before screaming in pure bliss. Furthermore, she shook as she released a lot of cum into the pond. After achieving her orgasm, she pulled Else underneath the water and passionately kissed her. She gently rolled her over like an alligator snaring its prey and allowed just her nose and mouth to surface. She placed her lips around the woman's crotch and began to let her sexual tension roam. Her tongue shoot forth like a musket ball, and she swirled it inside. She twisted each nipple and massaged the thighs. She used every trick in the book to pleasure her dearest Else, and they proceeded to give each other five more orgasms throughout the evening.4 hours later.... The night sky lacked clouds and the bright light of the moon showered them in its rays. Marisa's arms were around her wife's chest whilst her left leg was over her waist. "That was....." She gently kissed her on the neck. They were in each other's embrace and were treating the pond like a bath. It wasn't that they were exhausted, at least, Marisa wasn't, but they just didn't want to move. "I always wanted to do it in a pond." She whispered as she rested her chin on the right shoulder. "I love you." She softly whispered whilst staring at the sky. "Would you like to sleep out night?" She used her left hand to clear water from her artificial eye. I should investigate a way to solve the smearing issue. "Or would you like to return to your chambers and for me to spend the night there?" Her dress was soaked and was clinging heavily to her skin. Else's kinda got destroyed in the process of their love making. It was covered in tears, rips when they really let loose their passions for each other. "That was amazing." She finished her sentence for her, letting out a happy giggle as they leaned into each other with Marisa embracing her in a warm grasp. "I love you too." With a soft sigh she enjoyed staying there for the time being. It was simply lovely to be in each other's arms as the night sky sparkled above them with the stars. She knew that they would need to get out at some point, but she was not quite ready. At least until she was asked where she would like to sleep. "Why don't we sleep in my chambers? I would like that. And then...maybe we could get started on the changes to yours so that I will be able to move up there? I appreciate what you did for me, creating that space. But I feel...disconnected while down there.... I want to feel closer to you, to our people." It amazed her that she said those last few words with such ease. But it was true, they were their people now. Not just Marisa's, not just hers, buttheirpeople. "That is a grand idea, my love." Marisa gently kissed her on the cheek before looking at the night sky. "Sometimes, I pondered if my cause was just, and then I found you." She smiled as she observed the beautiful stars that shone down upon the kingdom. "Let's retire to your chambers and tomorrow, I shall reveal my plan..." It dawned on Marisa that she no longer could refer to her plans as just hers. She grinned as she felt the burden lift from her shoulders. It was her and Else bet's plans now. Their kingdom and they would bring it to a bright future. "Our plans for the kingdom." She snuggled against her wife and gently yawned. After taking in the night sky for a few more minutes, she gently lifted Else up in her hands and gazed into her eyes as she carried her towards the new queen's chambers. She locked it behind them and gently placed her wife into the pool. She laid down beside her and shared a loving kiss. "Do you desire to stay up further, my love or wish to retire for the night?" She inquired as she playfully splashed water over her. Reaching up she cups Marisa's cheek, smiling happily. "Your cause is more than just. Thanks to you, much needed changes are taking place in our kingdom. Ones that will allow our people to feel safe. But more than that, that will allow them to know that their queens care about their well-being." She was happy to be scooped up, leaning into her wife with a smile on her lips while taking in her eyes as she is carried along. "You make me so happy." With a giggle she kisses her chest, not caring that they were being watched by some maids as they moved along. Once in the pool she leans back and kisses her back. Before she could respond to the question she finds water splashed over her. "I wish to retire. It has been a rather long day, and I am worn out. Goodnight my love." Kissing her once more she uses the special cushions and curls up on them while pulling Marisa in before drifting to sleep. Marisa gave her wife another kiss before laying down in the water. Her head was gently resting on the waterproof light blue cushion that was made from duck feathers. The material ensured that the interior components were never soaked, and other cushions were made out of light rubber. They floated gently on the surface and had various signs of Else's head imprinted on the surface. She gently snuggled up to her wife and gently displaced some water as the surface rippled from her movement. She was gently pulled onto the cushions by her newly wedded queen, and she gently kissed her on the forehead. "Sleep easy, my love." She whispered before closing her eyes. THE FOLLOWING MORNING... Waking up to see her beloved's hair was an unusual sight but not unwelcome. She looked down to see that her right leg was swung over the new queen's body and her right palm pressed against the left breast. "Mmm, morning, my love." She smiled whilst leaning in for a soft kiss. After giving Else her morning kiss, she slowly sat up and felt the water cascade down her body. She couldn't help but admire her lover's soaked body and a part of her wanted to have an impromptu session of making love. But duty called, and she knew that they wouldn't get much time to themselves today. They had a kingdom to rebuilt and run. Today, they would do so as queens! She slept well-being in the arms of her wife. Tomorrow would bring new challenges, but she felt ready to face them knowing that she would have Marisa at her side. Now the kingdom had not one, but two queens that cared about the people and would do whatever it takes to bring the kingdom back to greatness while ensuring everybody was treated as fairly as possible. Gone were the days of the tyrant that was her father. Sure, there was much rebuilding to do. But with time and support it was entirely possible, and she held hope that sooner rather than later they would be able to start implementing some of their new ideas. Come morning she awakes with a content sigh, moving to look at Marisa with a happy smile on her face. Kissing her back she wished nothing more than to stay in the pool all day. Instead, she sits up and stretches with a groan. "So, what all is on the list to do today?" She knew that there was much to do now that they were officially queens of the kingdom. "And can we have breakfast first. I am starving!" Marisa continued to admire her wife's figure whilst listening to her words. It was all worth the pain and stress. She gazed into Else's eyes for a few minutes and appreciated the subtle dripping of water onto the shallow pool. The softness of their breathing. "First hundred things are all tedious affairs and just delegating minor reconstruction efforts to efficient groups. Mostly consists of reading through their arguments, determining if it's true or not and allowing them the contract." She slowly stood up. "It will be mostly meetings, my love." She was glad that she could share the sheer burden of rebuilding the kingdom with her lover." Fortunately, I found some obscure legality relating to the usual ceremonies for the newly crowned that prevents us from having to endure the entire week-long affair." Marisa wisely left out the small part about her creating said legality and how she altered it. She just did not want to waste a week partaking in the traditions. "So, half of the day is just going through the contracts, devising plans for construction. The other half will be meetings to determine how we can raise our damaged kingdom to its former glory without coming off as a tyrant." She knew that as queen, she had to be very careful. There was already people claiming she was using Else for pleasure and power and that was before they decided to get married. One wrong step and a rebellion could be on their hands. It was mostly loyalists from the old regime and merchants who enjoyed a lucrative affair with the crown. Along with Marisa having burnt a majority of warehouses in a failed bid to starve the city into surrender. She made the mistake of assuming that the king cared about his subjects. Still, that was in the past and the future had to be bright.

Kingdom of Daideburg (Elf Kitty and Dovah)|rating:3.0

Vengeful By Nature (Fox and Zephy)

(Kirk "The truth is what I make it."➤ 36 years old 5'7"➤ Brown here Hazel eyes Dome Hetero-flexible Pakistani (Lahore) ➤ Visual Artist (Photographer)➤ Urdu, Punjabi, English, French, Russian, Chinese Human trafficking // Drug smuggling Hard to please("Romeo" Silver "Once you go bad, you know you can't go back"➤ 32 years old 5'4" (and insecure about it)➤ Black here Amber eyes Switch sub Bisexual Born and raised in Italy In the hospitality industry Speaks Italian, English, and Urdu fluently Specializes in human trafficking (Prostitution specifically)➤ Loyal to a fault(Cesar Valerie "She'd say that I'm crazy, now baby it's true."➤ 25 years old 5'8"➤ Bleached blond here Brown eyes Switch Hetero-flexible Colombian ➤ Professional boxer Fluent in Colombian Spanish, English, and semi-fluent in Urdu Bodyguard for hired All kinds of trouble(Farmhand "I can hold a grudge like nobody's business."➤ 33 years old 5'5"➤ Brown here Brown eyes Switch Bi - male preference Iranian-Pakistani Accountant (For Zara)➤ Urdu, Arabic, Punjabi, English Financial crimes Stay out of her way("Sammy" Asif "Let's keep it professional."➤ 38 years old 5'11"➤ Black here Brown eyes DOM-switch➤ Heterosexual Pakistani ➤ Lab technician Urdu, English Chemist Meticulous(Atari "Let me take a message."➤ 29 years old 5'3"➤ Black here Brown eyes Submissive Lesbian Pakistani ➤ Personal secretary (Zara)➤ Urdu, Indian English, Hindi, Arabic, Bengali, and Pashto Bookkeeping Full of surprises (Mansion, 9pm, December 5thEntry Hall("Romeo" SilvestroVirk Family Right Hand Another night in Pakistan. The sun had set hours ago, painting the sky a resplendent crimson before finally slipping under the horizon. Already, temperatures dipped, letting all the denizens know winter had arrived. A cool 11 degrees Celsius, nigh perfect for the hot and steamy night they had planned. It was nights like these that reminded Romero of his home. The southern islands he'd so longingly left behind. It also reminded him of the day Zara Kirk had come to his home island, Sardinia, to take in the beautiful white sands of their beaches. Not a cool winter's eve then, no. A searing hot summer, blazing Pakistan like an Australian wildfire, setting it alight. Any Pakistani with enough money and brains fled that summer, taking respite in cooler climes. Why Zara had chosen Sardinia, Romeo did not know. He'd never know, and never asked. It was impolite to question why God had blessed him so. He simply took his gift as it was, and left that fall with the woman who'd now become his fiancée. Letting the memories slip from his mind, like sand through his fingers, Romero stepped into the entry hall. As all things in her mansion, it was grand, glorious, and fitting for her needs. Two stories above, the skylight loomed. In the day, light shone through, filtering down to the balconies that ringed the open space, bringing life to the myriad of flowering plants that lined the walls. In day, it glowed, but at night, it was the low lights that lined the walls, illuminating upwards, that filled the space, so all could see. The simple, understated fixtures brought a beautiful contrast to the hall, letting the dark wood of the doors and accents truly shine. Romero didn't know much about interior design, admittedly, but he knew quality when he saw it, and this place? This place was absolutely quality." Romero! As-Salami-Alaykum, there you are!" The Italian smiled, as a familiar voice rung around the halls. Turning to greet the Kirk chauffeur - a friendly man, Harpreet, from the village of Alkali - Romero brought his hand to his forehead, bowing slightly. "Adam, my friend," he greeted. Wordlessly, the pair exchanged a friendly hug. It had taken Romero a fair bit to understand the customs of his new home. Pakistan was far from the Catholic nation of Italy, when it came to custom and tradition. The ceremony of it all had confused him at first, but after many years - and Zara's patient teachings - Romero had found his place here. Still, there was always the urge in his mind to greet every man with a hug, and an offer to dinner. Wry smile touching his lips, Romero straightened. "Is she home, then?"" Oh, yes, and looking for you." The smile on Harpreet's face could not be wider - and Romero understood why. Not a soul that lived in this household was oblivious to their, shall they say, intimateactivities. Zara had two requirements for her staff. Discretion, and skill. If they were not part of her grand game, they knew to keep their mouths shut about it. "Have you prepared for the guests?" Romero chuckled. "I wouldn't think to dodge that duty." There were matters of play, and matters of work. Presenting a good front for the guests was most certainly in the latter category, and any mistakes would not earn the fun kind of punishment. "Is she in her rooms, then?"" Most likely, HRM? Though I am certain I saw the young Atari heading that way."" Most likely to pray." If Zara had just arrived, then she had not yet had time for theIshaprayer. Nary was there a day that her secretary did not pray alongside her, either, so that explained Alma. If they aren't fucking, anyway. Giving Harpreet another smile, Romero bowed his head slightly. "You should go rest - I'll handle the rest."" Gladly, my friend." As Harpreet headed back towards the servant's quarters, Romero took a different tack. There were few cultural customs around intimacy that the couple favored, but one did rise above all else - Zara had her own rooms, and Romero had his. As did the rest of her myriad of lovers. Which meant Zara could have her privacy for now - Romero was certainly not going to present himself in his leather jacket and blue jeans. He looked positivelyAmericanin this. No, that wouldn't do. Instead, he headed for his rooms, to change and freshen up for the night.(Mansion, 9pm, December 5thZara's rooms(AskariPersonal Secretary They prayed together, always. Ever since Alma had taken up permanent residence with Zara Kirk, the pair had nary been seen apart - least of all, during times of prayer. Her father's oath that Allah's love would leave her did little to dampen Alma's own love for her faith. Perhaps more devout than her Mistress - though not vain enough to say it - Alma found comfort in the ritual. The quiet whispers, the practiced motions, two bodies moving in tandem... it soothed her soul, brought peace back to her life. As they finished their prayers, however, there were other movements on her mind. Other things the two women could do in tandem. Once, Alma had banished those thoughts as sinful. Deviant, unwanted. Once, she had not met Zara Kirk. Perhaps it was blasphemous to say, even to think, but when they were together... ah, she did not feel so alone." We must get your clothes ready, Mistress." The party tonight had been planned for months-nay, just over a year, now! Men and women from all corners of the world, sharing two interests as one. Crime, and another kind of sinful underworld, the kind that made a body feel good. Before meeting the Mistress, Alma had never dreamed such things existed. Whips and chains, floggers and belts, leather and lace in all new ways! It was a wonderland, and Zara had more than happily been her White Rabbit. The memory brought a smile to Alma's lips, as she bustled off towards the closet. She'd been dressing her Mistress for years, and knew her well. Their shared love for saris could hardly be ignored, though Zara's tastes ran far darker than Alma's own brilliant reds and golds. Warm colors accentuate those wonderful features of yours, the Mistress had once told her, and ever since, Alma had taken it to heart. The near-sheer sari that Alma returned with was an old favorite of her Mistress's for these events. Draping the fabric across the bed, the secretary smiled. There was much more to gather, and little time to do so, yet still... one hand found Zara's hip with a familiar ease. "You know," she whispered, "I'm certain the boys can handle things for, oh... another twenty minutes?" With a twinkle in her eye, Alma pulled back. She headed back for the walk-in closet, as if to grab more of Zara's outfit... but the sway of her hips, and the way her own sari had begun to slip off her shoulder spoke of a different desire entirely. Twenty minutes is long enough... right? (Mansion, 9pm, December 5thGallery Outside Zara's Room(Virtuoso camp; Mistress Lined up pockets opened up endless possibilities. The world at your fingertips. Anywhere and anytime and all it needed was a blink, a snap of fingers, a wriggle of toes and best of all... a kiss. Or kisses. Bound to hoard from every corner of the world, Zara had a million dreams to conquer and bring to reality. Calling it all luck was an understatement when it came to the diamonds she brought home. Priceless walking bodies that could only make her web the most dangerous of all. Handpicked by her, all those who were acquainted with Miss Kirk knew she never took anything less than the best. Clad in just a silken robe that flowed graciously to the floor, fingernails tapped over the wrought iron railing of the gallery outside her bedroom. The preparations would be taken care of by the men downstairs, she was well aware of that, but it was hard to reconcile the racing heart with the idea that things would go well. Bullets were never left in the drawers after all. It was part and parcel, that she knew too. All of them had pledged themselves to her, to her work and her legacy. They'd promised they would lay down their lives for her the moment she had them walk over the threshold of this massive mansion. It shouldn't prickle her and yet the goosebumps were hard to subdue and harder to avoid. Arms spread wide, chest jutting forward, the robe parted to reveal a single breast and the half cup bra peeking from it. Ridiculous, there was to be no worry tonight. Romeo would ensure things were in order and that was that. A simple party - that was what it would be. A grand show for the art lovers to fawn over and make bids. Baits - she was good with those, and better yet with collecting them. A smile slowly fought its way onto her face before she leaned backwards. Ah, now there was her mood all better now. It took all but an instant to realize good hands were here to ensure things went smoothly. That was all she needed. Out of the corner of her eyes she spotted a handful of servants dashing down the hallway, silver trays lined with cutlery clanging about. Turning around, she barely heard the bellow from Harpreet before she whipped around, hand curling around the top of the rail. "About time", she mused as she heard the man lilt out a familiar name into the air. Her heart fluttered. Bringing one hand up to twist and undo her messy bun now that the prayer was done with, a due made to hope Allah would protect the mansion, Zara sauntered over back to her bedroom area, free hand shifting to tug at one half of the robe. Lost in her thoughts, it was the warmth of Alma's hand, caressing her hip that had Zara turning her head to look at her, a snort heaving in response to her secretary's wayward whisper. She caught onto air before the woman slipped past her, earning a hiss of disapproval from her. It was always welcomed when they prayed together. A certain calmness that they could both easily share with one another but with that duty done, they could go back to the matter at hand. The party... She followed after her to the walk-in-closet, where she leaned sideways, arms stretched and palms pushing against the door frame. No exit allowed. Lofting a brow, her smirk turned devious, "twenty minutes...did you make a bet at them for a new record?". Eyes flashing mischief, brows waggling, she didn't care to explain herself, humming instead before she pulled one hand forward to crook her finger and beckon Alma forward. "Best not waste a second of it, then...". Whatever the secretary had gone to retrieve was all but forgotten, waved off in a dismissive flap of her hand before Zara shrugged off the robe. Letting it pool around her feet, she stepped over it before jutting one hip to the side. Hand on that hip, drumming over it, she waved the woman over again before letting that hand glide down her front. She'd never admit she worried over whether things could be handled by all those below deck, but with Alma, even Zara sometimes had a hard time with a poker face. "I see you picked something rather fetching for me tonight. I'm impressed...though I always am...so no surprises I suppose." A shrug and she loosed out a sigh before nodding and tilting her head backwards. Eyes followed Alma as she stayed there, one leg bent and parted, while the other circled the small plush rug underneath. There was no shame here, not when Alma had known Zara for a long time, long enough to have seen and known everything about this body. They'd been in the ring sometimes, knew the dangers that came with it and yet, Zara had to admire the tenacity Alma and all the others held onto. Licking her lips, her eyelids fluttered heavily as she turned to look at her. Oh, she'd seen it. That slip of the sari that now graced the floor as well, the swell of her embroidered blouse, the jewelry settled over her neck and hands. "It looks good on you", came her comment, purred with a sigh that had her lifting her head to take a closer look at the ensemble. Of course, it looked 'good' - better than that. Zara had been the one to choose and customize it for her. She did it for all of them. That wasn't why she said it though - no...the sari was one thing, jewelry ... Twenty minutes alone would take them to drape a sari - singular. If things were to get a little accidental, then there was a chance the party might be delayed on the host's part. She could see the boys fidgeting over it even from up here, but she knew they would keep their ground, knew they would rather please her than let her be annoyed. Alma pleased her tonight. Looking like that, anyone would. A slight twist of a grin and Zara tapped her lips, "I wonder if you should have more on you. Wearing your ankle bracelets, hm?". Until the woman got to her, on her knees, where she belonged, Zara was content standing and waiting there, musing on the next velvet box she would gift Alma. After all, putting on the cap was Alma's doing. Zara was just playing the game and oh...would it be so much fun. (Residence, 9:02 pm, December 5thLeyli's Office(FarahaniVirk Financial Manager(KöllikerLeyli's Boyfriend It was 8:32 PM when Mali got the call that the Rembrandt wasn't coming. Half a dozen phone calls, and half an hour later, her mood had only soured all the more. Needless to say, she was a mite frustrated, and the man in her ear was doing little to soothe that mood. "What do you mean-""Miss Farmhand, please listen-""To what, Postictal, your failure?" Her hands trembled with barely-concealed rage. Why, if she could leap through this phone right no wand strangle his scrawny little neck-!"" The owner does not wish to sell anymore."" Oh? And what's his excuse?"" He does not like your employer's line of work..." It was all she could do, not to scream - or worse, break yet another phone. "And what-" she hissed into the phone- "about her line of work makes you think you should cross her?" The whimper that came from the other end of the phone soothed Mali's temper somewhat. "Miss Farmhand, it was not my choice-""No, you spineless worm, it was your choice not to stand up to the owner, and now you will reap the consequences!"" Was... Was that a threat?" Leyli broke out into laughter at the stammered reply. "No, Postictal, that was promise. From now on, consider your auction house blacklisted. I'll be sure to let Master Sang know he won't be receiving his Rembrandt tonight. I'm certain he'll have something to say about it." Her finger hit the 'end call' button before Postictal could sputter more about how it wasn't his damn fault. For a moment, Mali nearly threw the phone clear across the room, but restrained herself. No Rembrandt and a broken phone would be too much for Zara. Not that the phones were expensive. It was really more the principle of the thing. "Time!" Her boyfriend staggered in before the echoes faded, hands busy with his jacket. "Of, yeah, what's- Oh, love, you look ready to murder a man." The perpetually confused expression that often haunted his features vanished, replaced with yet another regular - concern. He was at her side in a moment, hands clasping over hers. "What's wrong, then?" Leyli snorted, shaking the phone. "The Rembrandt isn't coming." Timo's brow furrowed in confusion. "The..." He thought it over for a moment, then his face brightened. "Oh! Well, shit, Zara's going to be right pissed."" You don't have to tell me twice." Putting the phone down on her desktop, Mali shook her head. "Do you mind calling Romero and telling him? I've still got to get dressed, and-""And freshened up, yeah. Everything's set up for you upstairs." His lips pressed to her cheek. "I didn't know if you wanted the black or red harness tonight, so I laid out both." She caught his chin in her thumb and forefinger, tugging him up for a kiss. "Thoughtful man. Are you wearing your cage?"" Yup. Packed the cock ring, too."" Good boy." Another kiss, this one lingering for a few seconds, and then Mali pushed him away. "Go. Deal with it."(Mansion, 9:10 pm, December 5thRomero's Rooms("Romeo" SilvestroVirk Family Right Hand(Cesar ValerioZara's Personal Bodyguard Five minutes alone, to tend to his own affairs, was a rarity for Romero. A household like this didn't run on its own. Were there others who could run it for him? Oh, yes. Were any of them the kind of person Zara wanted to control her home? Absolutely not. That was what most folks didn't understand. Zara had standards, and it was Romero's job to make sure they were lived up to. Shedding his jacket as soon as the door closed, Romero began stripping right away. A glance at the clock reminded him of what he already knew. Less than an hour remained until the party's start. Not enough time to get everything together - but it never was, with these affairs. The art-show-cum-kink-party was a staple of the Kirk household. Every year, roughly around the same time, Zara held them. Prospective guests were more than aware of the night's true theme, and came in form. For men and women on top of the world, living life half in the shadows, nothing was off limits. Was it any wonder, then, that most dabbled in the world of kink? Of course, Zara had rules. Money could buy a lot of things, but there were those she'd never sell. No children. No snuff. No rape. If the participants were not safe, sane, and consenting adults, they would not be allowed through the doors. The last man who thought to try her on that was still in a Russian FIS black site, last he'd checked. The sudden buzz of his phone caught his attention. Text from Julius Caesar. With a little laugh, Romero opened it - and got a full-frontal (of Julian in his cock cage. Ready to party, bro?came a second later, and after it, a line of winking face emojis. Romero couldn't help it. He laughed. Get dressed, Julian. Don't tell me what to do, bro. Just did. Tossing the phone on the bed, Romero kept stripping, ignoring the buzzing of his phone. Julian was all about machismo, but his bite hardly matches his bark. Romero wasn't fazed - one of these days, he'd be bringing Julian to Italy, to let him see howtheydidmachismo. Maybe then he'd change his tune. He'd just gotten his Kurt on - a beautiful black one, with patterns of birds sewn in real gold thread at the shoulders and hems - when the phone flashed with another picture message. Romero thumbed it open. A close-up (of Julian in a waistcoat filled the screen. This look right, bro? Looks fine, Romero sent back. Julian still wasn't used to Pakistani garb, and as Zara's bodyguard, he didn't have to wear it. Made nights like these interesting, that was for sure. Please tell me you're wearing pants, he sent, after a moment of thought. Locked and loaded. Meet you downstairs? Romero's thumbs were hovering over the keyboard, when an incoming notification buzzed. Leyli is calling... He sighed. One moment, man, Mali's calling. Phone pressed to his ear, Romero hit 'accept'. "Sup, Mali?"" Ah, Time, actually."" Oh, hey man." Made sense. Mali should be dressing by now - leave her sub to do the dirty work. "Something up?"" Yeah, Mali's pissed. The Rembrandt's owner pulled out. Dunno we-" Time paused, the sound of someone yelling in the background echoing over the speaker. "Oh, sorry. She says uh... oh shit, really? Damn. The owner doesn't like Zara's line of work." Romero's eyes rolled. Fuck. Master Sang, Vanguard of the 14K Triad, was half coming just for that piece. It'd takenmonthsof wrangling just to get access to, and now... "Tell Mali to write down all the details she has on our friend" - the code name for Postictal, over the phone - "and his auction house. Have them on Zara's desk when she gets here. We'll handle the rest."" You got it." Great. Another mess to handle. As Romero hung up the phone, his mind was racing. Master Sang would be displeased, most definitely. The good thing about Sang, however, was that his ire could be very easily redirected. A few names and sources, a direction to go to get his art, and a blowjob... and they'd have one happy Vanguard on their hands. Fuck. My jaw's going to be sore tonight. Well, there went his free time. Shooting Julian a text, with directions on what to do, Romero finished dressing, and made his way to Zara's rooms...(Mansion, 9pm, December 5thZara's rooms(AskariPersonal SecretaryAleema never needed verbal confirmation from Zara. The crime boss was only subtle in her field of work. Alma had asked her once, why she didn't extend the same rules to her bedroom. The answer still brought a smile to her lips, to this day. Why would I need to be subtle? Out there, I own them... they just don't know it yet. You do. And so she did. That was why, when the pantheism slid up behind her, Alma's hands were already busy with her blouse. There were times Zara preferred discretion, she knew that, but this was not one of them. Not when they had the utmost privacy of her rooms to themselves. With the second layer of fabric fallen, and little to restrain the bounty of her breasts but a lace bra, Alma turned. "I really should be getting your outfit," she teased. It was all part of their game. The innocent secretary, beautiful and virginal, ready to be led astray. The devious boss, with wicked thoughts in her head. They'd played it a thousand times, and never tired. Not once. "I only dress as the Mistress commands," Alma purred. With a mock-startled expression upon her Kohler face, the woman glanced downward along Zara's body. "Why, Madame Kirk, aren't you just a living work of art? Surely you must have all the men chasing after you..." One sashaying step, then another, took her in close enough to breathe on her boss's skin. "Is it true what they say? That all your men wear cages, and keep themselves for you and your virtue?" Twin palms slid down Zara's sides, tracing along the smooth curves of her flesh whilst Alma sank to her knees. "And this beautiful flower..." she breathed. At the mention of her own attire, however, Alma's face turned upright. "Oh?" Mock-innocence gone, a wicked grin took to her features instead. For a mere secretary, Alma was spoiled rotten. She knew it, too. How many women her age slept in a mansion, wore the finest silks, and had pure gold gracing their ears and wrists and throats? Wealth dripped off Zara, and so it dripped off her toys too. Alma adored it. An entire wardrobe, purchased for her. Entirely to please Zara. What a lucky woman she was. Pressing a light kiss to the apex of Zara's flower, Alma's grin widened. "I think I would like they-"Bang. Bang. Bang. Romero's familiar knock filled the room. With a sigh, Alma tipped her head back. It was all she could do not to groan. There was no need to call him in - Zara's fiancé entered a moment later. It wouldn't have mattered what he walked in on - he'd seen it all before. Still, Alma plucked her blouse from the floor, sliding it back over her shoulders. "In here, Romero." He appeared in front of them, his steps hurried. The look on Romero's admittedly handsome face did not bode well - it was visible even over Zara's shoulder. "Bad news?"" No Rembrandt, Mali's pissed, and we've got..." His gaze flitted to his watch. "Dammit, forty minutes until the party starts. I swear, when I get my hands on Postictal-""Easy." Alma had already turned back into the closet. Their fun was already spoiled - no point in lingering. Zara needed makeup, a bra and blouse of her own, a matching pair of panties... Running through the list in her head, Alma began gathering items, letting the two talk. No doubt once Romero was done venting, he'd help her prepare their Mistress. He'd done it before - and quite well, she had to admit. "Mistress, would you like me to prepare your usual strap, or did you have another one in mind for tonight?" (Virtuoso camp; Mistress How could she not grin at that comment. Teasing Alma was more fun than she let on, especially when the woman seemed to indulge equally in it. Oh, she'd seen the way her blouse parted to reveal her bra and the way her hips sashayed as she ventured over to where she was still standing. Snorting out a laugh as she sank to the floor, Zara's fingers drummed over the door frame while her eyes dipped to watch that beautiful face looking up at her. She shrugged at the remark that followed and more so at the rumored query that she let out. "You should ask them. See how they gush about it but yes, I do enjoy it..." There was no lie in the fact that Zara enjoyed her circle having eyes all on her. She didn't bother to note if they were doing it out of fear or because they genuinely enjoyed her. So long as loyalty was earned. That wasn't to say she didn't care for them either, for she did, far more than she'd let on. Each living soul under her roof was basked in anything they wanted. The boss treated them all well. Smile widening when Alma's breath tickled her apex, Zara shifted to part her legs, wider and available for the other woman. Nodding when she assured Zara she would like the bracelet, the former reached out to curl her fingers under her chin, tugging it upwards before brushing one hand across her lips. "I think we both would---"Right alongside Alma, she halted from saying more on that matter, especially the banging on the door pulled their attentions. With the ghost of Alma's lips on her apex making her shudder, Zara loosed out a grumble by way of complaint before she turned around to face her fiancé. His exasperation earned him a perked up brow and a slow smile before she bustled off to where he stood. The painting while a cause for her wrath was hardly a concern by now, not when he looked the way that he did. Steaming on her behalf. She had to admit, she found it adorable that he matched her perfectly in that regard. Their work was serious business and this party the lifeline of the year. To have hiccups in it was a rightful cause for irritation for both of them. Mercifully it was Alma who suggested he calm down, so all Zara did to silently slide her hands along his biceps before curling them over his shoulders where she pressed down, hoping to add weight to Alma's concern. A pucker of her lips and one finger tipped further to urge his attention back onto her. "Hm, try the black and red one. Something special for tonight..." She didn't need to say the night had been ruined what with the news Romero brought in, not when she knew they could steer it to their advantage together. Him with Sang and her with well everything else. It was a good thing Mali had the brains to mention it before the forty-minute mark was up and people started showing up. Heavens knew what were to ensue if she hadn't. Well, Zara knew ...she just didn't think it was a night for anything other than celebration. She didn't look over her shoulder to Alma as she answered. Her attention was wholly and fully on her man, fingers moving to press down on his shoulders, "we'll figure it out. It's not the end of the world, Japan." Shrugging a shoulder and smiling widely at him, she took a few steps back to finally give him a once over. He looked every bit handsome as always, decked in matching black with flowing birds threaded into the fabric. Slightly envious over the idea that it would turn more heads than she cared to like, Zara's lips twisted into a grimace at one corner before she let out a tut. Wordlessly, she brushed her hands over his shoulders, dusting away invisible lint all while her mind churned out ways to have Postictal pay for the delay incurred. Mali and her boyfriend could well take care of that matter, she knew that, but it was also imperative that Zara make her own mark somehow. Clicking her tongue, her hazel orbs darted back to Romeo's face, taking in the inked marks dotting the visible part of his neck and under his eyelids. It calmed her, just recalling the memory that was immortalized on his skin. He had that effect on her in ways she couldn't seem to explain and didn't bother to. He was here, he was her cushion to land on, the honey to her thorns, the dew to her winter crisp. That was all she wanted. A finger thumbed the roman thirteen under his right eye as she leaned in to replace it with a soft peck. "Everything else?", she whispered, not needing to finish the rest of that sentence. It was another thing she liked about this man. He knew what she was thinking before she even said it out loud. "Is everything else ready to go?". Cracking a grin that flashed her teeth, she shifted downwards to line the side of his neck with a series of pecks. "Are you ready?", she added when she paused right by his ear. He looked about ready, forty minutes to spare as he'd well told her...though with what Alma had said, now it was Zara wondering if they could have made better use of those forty or fewer minutes they had on them. Romeo was rather strung on being punctual and admittedly so was Zara but they both knew that to be a farce in Pakistani culture. No one ever came to a party on time. If Pakistanis were ever adept at anything, it was literally being fashionably late. Not that she minded. More time for her to indulge in two souls that were here and available to her. She pulled back then, hand sliding down from his shoulder to his chest and then further down. Lip caught between her teeth, she flashed him a wink before finally turning her head to glance at Alma. "You two can decide where to start... I'm not picky tonight. Top or bottom, up to you." She left it up to them to decide who wanted to start on the bra and the blouse and who on the panties and the petticoat. Scooting away, she meandered past her fiancé over to the bed where she happily and giddily so perched herself. One leg folded over the other, palms pressing down on the mattress and with her chin tilting upwards, she eyed them both before leaning back slightly. The music (was a rather welcomed boost to the last minute preparations going on downstairs. Cutlery clanging, glasses tinkling, Punjabi curses belting out helter-skelter that would make a mother's hair rise up and her sandal ready to be flung, it felt like chaos as every soul except for the trio in Mistress Kirk's room, dashed madly about. Didn't matter if the guests would arrive late, Kirk did not appreciate tardiness. Period. The bubbling liquids at the back room were being counted, pen slashing across paper for inventory purposes while the ushers were being instructed on how to keep them coming. Each soul was threatened with their lives if word got out before they were let in, watched constantly by those from the household. Alcohol was disallowed in the country but then so was trafficking - and then there was Kirk who knew some people, who knew others who could so easily pull strings for her. Everything was possible with a little show of molar and Zara had an endless supply of that. Black and white napkins were folded neatly around tables and countertops, gilded cages in the corners swiped and looked over once more. The floor was impeccably lighted, chandeliers turned on for a dappling display. Thirty minutes down... Outside the mansion, security guards decked in gray and yellow milled about, eyes affixed on the dirt path that would lead up to the grand farmhouse. With their earpieces turned on, they could hear the others from the gate cabin. Craning his neck, one of them took a quick peek at the right-hand one before darting off to look at the left. "All clear?", he breathed and after a few taps, he loosed out a laugh when one of them joked back with a lewd response. The guards couldn't complain really. While they couldn't join in on the party inside, they were still quite content knowing they would be enjoying the food and the bubbly soft drinks. Madame Kirk never let anyone go hungry under her care. Not even her guards, It's why they had stuck with her household for years and would gladly do so. It was easy enough for them to feign alibis wherever and whenever they could and easier still to plan whatever she needed planning. They were the pawns on the chessboard she managed. Nothing made them happier. (Mansion, 9:20pm, December 5thZara's rooms("Romeo" SilvestroVirk Family Right Hand(AskariPersonal Secretary Romeo's blood had always run hot. Italian, young, male... it was just a given. He knew it, and so did everyone else in this room. The frustration he felt was almost cresting, threatening to wash over him here and now. Sang could be dealt with - he was easily soothed - but it was theafterthat mattered. Once the Triad Vanguard had his painting, he'd be content. It'd be in the hands of the Pakistanis to manage the rest. That included finding the donor, and giving him a second warning - if Sang let the poor bastard live - then dealing with Postictal. Violence wasn't their usual go-to. There were easier, and less inconvenient ways to get a message across. The auction house would find itself running out of clients overnight, once the rumor that they worked with the Triads and the Pakistani mafia got out. It was hard to run a business with feds breathing down your neck, too. A little planted evidence that he was cleaning money for organized crime, and, well..." I'm going to be sore as shit by the end of the night. But yeah, I'm ready." Glancing up at his Mistress, Romeo groaned. "Sorry to interrupt your fun, girls. You know I hate that." Or more accurately, knew Alma hated being seen like that. It wasn't so much her lesbianism that bothered her, as the hangups about being caught in the act. It was the very same reason she wouldn't be doing anything to Zara in a public space. That was her hard limit. Not where others could see, and on most occasions, not where the men saw, either. "Alma, you've-""Here." Shoving a lace bra and sheer blouse in his hands, Alma headed for the bed. "Don't fuss at me, Romero, we've dealt with bigger bumps. The show must go on, right?"" Right." He grumbled, but eventually put the clothes down on an ottoman. Much as he wanted to rant, they were right. The time would come later. Even if he just wanted to yell about stupid, arrogant Postictal and his stupid arrogant bullshit. Romeo would have to petition his wife for the chance to rip the bastard's head off, once this was all over. His hand caught his wife's, as she settled onto the bed. "Nuh-uh. Up. Come on." He knew what she was doing. Being a damn tease. They didn't have the time for it. Plus, her pent-up sexual frustration would do a lot of good downstairs. Helping her up, he began his work. The bra was first. Zara was far from small-chested, but she adored having her goods hefted up on display. Puts their eyes where I want them, she'd once said, and he couldn't help but agree. No one saw the fire in her eyes when they were staring at her tits. In the meantime, Alma was already on her knees, sliding the lace panties up one silky smooth leg. Romeo watched as her hands danced along places they didn't need to, further igniting the Mistress. Figures. We're not getting out of this without a little something, are we? Well, he might as well give in. One broad palm caught Zara's cheek then, tipping her face down towards him. Romeo wasted no time giving his Mistress a long, deep kiss. "Don't worry about everything else," he murmured, as their lips parted. "I've set Julian on it. He should be just fine..." He better be.(Mansion, 9:30pm, December 5thEntry Hall(DaudpotaHead of Security(Cesar ValerioZara's Personal Bodyguard Julian was not, in fact, fine. Though little of that had to do with the affairs of the night, and everything to do with the unpleasant conversation he was having on the phone right about now. It wasn't normally his job to manage security for the mansion. But, usually, Zara wasn't at the mansion, with scores of important people to coordinate. The influx of people necessitated a more hands-on touch - especially now, when issues came up." Is he on the list?" Julian's question went unanswered, momentarily. Only the sound of flipping paper could be heard, as There, the mansion's head of security, checked. "No," he said, once done. "There's no Mr. Miramar on here."" Then he doesn't come in."" I've informed him. He's not going away." Julian sighed. "What am I supposed to do about that, There? You're the head of security."" Go ask Ms. Kirk."" Zuhair, I would rather chop off my balls than do that." Ignoring the odd looks sent his way by a passing caterer, he stood. Pacing did little to ease his tension, but the frustration he was feeling necessitated it. Back and forth, back and forth, across the colorful tiles. "What's so special about Mr. Miramar anyway?" There was a brief spat of Urdu between two voices. Julian took the opportunity to rub his burning temples, and grab a glass of champagne from a passing tray. Alcohol wasn't legal here - but that didn't matter. Bribes solved every problem, including those of legality. Anyone who raided the manse would find licenses to have and distribute liquor for this gathering. How they were ascertained was irrelevant - they held up. Zara didn't skimp on anything. She'd been in this business since she was a child, in one capacity or another. Not a stone left unturned. Gulping it down, Julian turned his attention back to the argument. His Urdu was, at best, conversational, but he got the gist. Something about the Prime Minister, and a representative's son. Some rich kid trying to gatecrash? Fuck. There wasn't enough information. So, he turned on his heel, heading out the main hall. The mansion's security offices weren't far. Buzzing past two locked doors, Julian soon made his way into the surveillance room. A wall of screens greeted him, some more intimate than others. The one in Zara's rooms was surreptitiously turned away, the officer in the room making a point not to look at that corner. Wise man." Nazif, front gate camera please?" The guard obeyed, flipping the big screen to the front gate. Sure enough, a Ferrari sat out front, a young man with perfectly-coiffed hair sticking his head out the front. Drove himself. HRM. That could be a red flag, but might not be. Pakistani men, especially the wealthy ones, liked to flaunt their skills and assets. It was a toss-up on whether they'd get a chauffeur, or drive their own vehicle. Young, expensive car, what looked like expensive clothing... Julian was leaning towards legit rich kid, looking for an in. Still, it wasn't worth it to take risk. Which was why, when There put the phone back to his head, Julian spoke first. "I see him. Tell him he can either drive up ahead, or-""He's Said Miramar son." Julian groaned. Of course. A slumlord from Sindh, known for his ties to organized crime. Specifically, the Pakistani mafia. Especially, Zara's very good friend - and competitor - Farsi. A saint, he was not, but a poet, absolutely - and he liked to charm locals with his words. "Let me guess. Farsi told him about a party?"" Told his father."" He can't come in. He doesn't know the rules." If it were any other party, he might have thrown the gates open. But it wasn't. There were rules tonight, and no promise a jumped-up rich boy could stick to them. "Look, you know Zara won't like it."" I know you should ask. He's brought someone." Julian watched as There turned away from the car, moving a few paces away until he was out of earshot. "She looks like a dominatrix." His brow arched. Unusual. Useful. Interesting. "Fine. He can come in. But I want him shadowed. At least, until Zara can meet with him." (Virtuoso camp; Mistress Throw it back and bu-bu-bubble up in front of me (aye)Everybody trying to figure out your recipe'm just trying to get a pieceBabyI know that you want to get crazy, crazyShawty take it slow then... She could spot it without his outright saying so. That little pop of a vein on his forehead. It was hard not to notice how stressed he looked. The corners of her mouth twitched upwards into a beaming grin as Zara's gaze flicked back and forth between Romeo and Alma. She might have been content satisfying herself with just her secretary before the big showdown downstairs, but now with Romero in the room, she could see herself enjoying them both. Of course, he didn't allow for that the moment she was set to perch herself on the bed. Zara might have even gone so far as to stretch over the mattress, legs parted and chest arching rather seductively for both. A pout managed to seep across her features when he tugged her up, his words curt yet urgent as they reminded her that they were indeed running on a clock. To that dramatic effect, she made sure to deepen that pout with a protest of a hum, gladly only turning her head to capture the kiss he so willingly planted onto her lips. The effect was instantaneous, melting her right in his arms as it grew deep and intense. Her husband never ceased to give her exactly what she wanted - and to excel at it all the while. Alas, her grip on his nape didn't seem to be enough to keep him pressed to her or to deter him from their task at hand. Getting Zara ready. With a roll of her kohl filled eyes she straightened herself so he could get to the bra first. With the right arm slipping in first followed by the left, she took one step forward before leaning in so he could find the clasps and click them into place. There was no way she would have made it easy for him, which meant no turning around so he could do the task easily. Biting down on her lower lip and musing into his ear, she then turned to lift her other leg so Alma working below could slide those matching lace panties up her thighs. To say she didn't shudder at the touch or the closeness of her man would have been a gross lie. Zara enjoyed this, and she enjoyed the attention the two of them gave her. She enjoyed them. Period. Clicking her tongue, she let it dance over her teeth before snapping her mouth shut and holding her arms out. The blouse was next. A heavily adorned piece that slipped easily over her skin before settling into place. Hugging her body in all the right curves and places, just as it should. She felt like a goddess when she shimmered with the finest silks draped over her, lined with just a spot of dangling jewelry to complete the look. She wasn't cruel though, so while the bra had been the challenge for his fingers, she allowed the blouse to have free rein for his hands. With a wink tossed at Alma who was gathering the petticoat, Zara whirled around so her back faced Romeo. Unlike most western shirts and blouses, the traditional garb of a sari was a tad more...inventive an attire to work one's way through. The neckline was a plunging sweetheart one, with the fabric framed by a strip of lace. It was meant to be worn much like a bra but unlike the bra it had hooks that lined the back. Like a corset but without the boning, she mused as her hands dropped to settle over her hips. Humming without shame, she waited for Romeo to work on that while beckoning for Alma to start on the petticoat. That bit of skirt would give the sari piece some weight to hold and be tucked into. A simple piece of cotton without any embellishments since it was an under layer. "You put Julian on task? You know love, when you say he would be fine. I tend to worry if you're just joking or if that's something to be concerned about". It wasn't that she didn't trust for Julian to get things done. The man was the best Zara had and knew just well how to carry a party to her liking. That wasn't it - no, it was the fact of how he did it that had everyone else's veins ready to pop. Zara loosed out a chuckle regardless, shaking her head before she looked over her shoulder back to Romeo. "You know, I hope you're going to stay close to me through the night. Julian isn't the only one we have to watch out for." She was far more volatile than him and if things turned sour for any reason, Zara knew how disappointed that would make her. It was good to have a few hands on deck who could pull her back in when needed. Who could ensure she didn't slit any throats or spike any drinks. Entertainment was one thing, fearmongering another. Chewing on her lip a little, shifted her weight from one leg to the other. By now, she could hear faint hints of music blaring downstairs. With a deep sigh, she twisted herself to the side. "If things work out alright tonight, we might celebrate tomorrow...alone. Wherever you want. We'll have earned it." Well, truthfully it didn't matter if things went well or not. She would still steal her husband for the night come tomorrow. That was a certainty Zara was all too adamant and confident about. Snapping her teeth at him, she offered a knowing smile before whipping back to continue on... Tesher - Caleb Baby (

Vengeful By Nature (Fox and Zephy)|rating:3.0

~The ways of unexpected love~ fire-wiki

Issac sighed seeing as it was finally the damn weekend and the plan for a strange date for him since he wasn't really a person to be liked by girls much of course being a pervert. It was strange for a girl to get some interest in him, but it seemed to work out that they would be having a date, and he was happy with it finally having something good in his life even if he also somewhat felt it wouldn't last long, and she was really a girl to just be playing him. He sighed as he frowned a bit seeing the high chance of that possibility happening than anything else. They were to meet at the fountain of course where people usually met as he changed and slowly started to go out and meet her then. Even with this seeming to be a joke or at the slim chance not he would try to not make a big deal about having fun on the date at least for now. Ryanair or rather Yuma Amino as she was currently going by, was a fallen angel, she was waiting for Issac, someone she planned to climate near the end of the date, due to reasons of concern. She was currently at five foot four, due to her taking on the appearance of a school girl, she wore a simple white shirt which hugged her large bosom, and was wearing high heels with a black skirt that hugged her ass, she had a purse around her shoulders, she tapped her foot waiting for Issac, she began to mess with her long black hair. Soon he finally arrived near the site as he could see her a bit for a few feet before stretching as he walked across the street and toward her. "I'm here already now...did you really want to do anything, maybe eat first before we find some places to go, maybe the arcade then..." his hands in his pocket as he looked over at her," though I also want to ask do you really even like someone like me that much that you'd want a date with me? Just asking though..." he shrugged a bit, "well let's go then if you're ready." While Ryanair(Yuma) was mostly pretending to like to Issac, a part of her did find him charming, his admiration of the female body was quite pleasing. So the simple answer to say to that question was. "Yes, I do like you Issac, let's go shopping, and then we go eat." She said as she walked up to him and stretched up a bit and kissed him on the cheek, she put her arms around him in a leveling manner. Issac of course completely froze as he was blushing, then have a small smile with a sigh deciding to accept things for now but still hope she wouldn't even try to break up with him though for a stupid reason. " We got it then so let's go." as his heart was pounding with how close he was to her and also with how her just was pushing itself against him," damn..." he said to himself loving the view of her bust so close even if he couldn't see much of her cleavage. Soon he slowly turned so he could take her to where there would be a lot of restaurants around them to choose. Ryanair(Yuma) smiled as she walked with Issac, her head resting on his shoulders, her breasts pushing up against his arm. "Where do you want to go Issac-kun?" She asked with a smile, she patiently waited for Issac answer, only to get the reply of 'were ever you want to go'. Pouting a bit Ryanair(Yuma) answered with Humph. "I guess we could go to American restaurant." Soon they arrived at the spot, "well I could take you to a good café then. It won't take long to get anything, and it's better and cheaper, and we could still have plenty of time for the arcade then. Issac decided to just do that then as he leads her inside and walked inside, keeping his hands in his pockets as he looked up at the menu. Ryanair(Yuma)followed closely looked at the menu as well. "This is a nice date Issac-kun." She said as she kissed him again on the cheek, she wrapped her arms around him again, she was actually enjoying this date and a pang of guilt ran through the fallen angel, she was starting to regret to her decision on killing Issac at the end of there date, she somewhat hoped she brings herself not to do it. "Well things just got started you know..." embarrassed with a blush from the kiss" it will be fun though..." giving a small smile as he glanced at her then up again. Soon I would their turn as he ordered his own and waited for her, paying for both as he turned to look around for any spot and after a while sitting across and eating. " Well I'm glad it seems then that someone thinks that I'm not just a Pervy loser then...." still not knowing even how he could be dating such a cute girl. Ryanair(Yuma) smiled softly at Issac, the two continued to eat for few minutes, though a few misshapes happened, it didn't take away from the awesome experience. As the fallen angel in disguise finished eating she looked at Issac and said. "Thank you Issac-kun for taking me out to eat." she lightly bowed to her target. "I feel like I should let you know something... Never mind it's not important." "Well that's what a date is." He shrugged "sure I guess...." wondering what that was but of course she didn't want to say so he just ignored it then. Soon he went back to eating before standing up with a stretch as he too his own tray," are you done? I'll take that for you then." offering as he looked around at the people around him, waiting for an answer. Ryanair(Yuma) handed the tray to Issac. "Thank you Issac-kun." She said in a polite tone, as she watched Issac dispose of the trays properly. Standing up she walked over to her boyfriend, and wrapped her arms around him. Soon he got the trays away as he slowly turned to walk back to her before taking a step to see her close to him again. It was a bit strange on how she was making, so many advanced at once, but he didn't hate it or anything since it was a cute girl anyway. " U-um.maybe the arcade now?" Feeling embarrassed a bit and hoping no one he knew would find out he was having a cute girl do this to him. " And maybe after the arcade if your hungry again we could go out for some ice cream or cookies or something like that too." Ryanair(Yuma) smiled as they walked to Arcade, it was a peaceful walk, well as peaceful as it was in Japan, she kept pace with Issac, her arms around his own, while her breasts were engulfing said arm, to be said Ryanair(Yuma) really didn't know social norms that well. "I hope I'm not being to embarrassing Issac-kun." She said in a cute tone, her eyes pierce ring deep into Issac soul, so cute. "No it's fine...of course I'm happy as hell to be doing this of course..." glancing over her form and his arm that was squashed between her mounds. " Hmmm any games you wanted to play? I was thinking maybe one of those regular racing games if you want..." deciding to let herchooseof course as he was focusing on her having fun the most than dragging her himself. Ryanair(Yuma) thought patiently eyeing each of the games, she saw one the interested her, and she walked over to it, motioning for Issac to follow as well. "It's a..." Ryanair (Yuma) wasn't sure what to call the game before her. It was pretty high-tech and only cost a dollar. Which was strange for a fancy arcade game. Of course the boy would follow slowly as he stopped in front of one of them. " Hmm seems new or something, or maybe not a lot of those around..." shrugging as he looked over at the screen," I guess if you want this game I'll watch you play it" deciding to make a move and wrap his arms around her waist. Ryanair (Yuma) blushed, she was really enjoying this, being next to Issac, it was exciting. Pleasant even, she was really falling for this boy. "Let's get to playing Issac-kun," as she motioned for Issac to put some cash in, she smiled happily truly she enjoyed this. " Yeah let's try it then..." as he unwrapped his arms for a moment," I think they use tokens mostly so just hold on...." turning to walk away as he would get some of the tokens and come to her, finally starting the game as he put some of them in and the game started. " Would you want to play this? Or watch?" Wondering what she wanted as he slowly started to play himself. "I'll watch if that's ok with you, Issac-kun." Ryanair(Yuma) said as she stood to the side of the game, waiting for Issac to get some tokens. "I wonder what this game is about, what do you think it is, Issac?" As she examined the game, she really did wonder what this game was about, it really intrigued her. It's just a regular old fighting game, not perfect at it though, I do have something that I would be a bit better at playing, it's those regular shooter games that some arcades have..." Soon Issac turned to the screen as he started to actually play for a while now so she could watch. Ryanair(Yuma) rested her head on Issac shoulders as she watched, the fighting game was quite interesting, all the characters were well-endowed females, though some packed a little extra... A cock and balls, what strange came this was. "Man whoever made this game is HHH, talented, right Issac-kun?" She jokingly said, though it was a bit disturbing when some of the characters began to fuck each other, with certain moves. "Someone had a lot of time on their hands." " I guess sure..." looking away a bit awkwardly as he would still play a bit more before he would lose then. With that he let go and stretching his arms up as he turned to see what else's there was," well then we could go for something else...." as he walked over a bit to find one of those shooting games, taking out the gun and starting to play. You should play some games too, this one we can play together then..." wondering if she wanted to before putting some to let her play. Ryanair (Yuma) grabbed the second gun. "So I just aim and shoot right?" The fallen angel asked her date concerned, she had never played something like this before. She looked at Issac. "You seem nervous a bit off, are you alright Issac-kun?" She had noticed that every once in a while Issac always seemed unsure.-on a skyscraper roof-A pale skinned, big breasted five foot five, girl covered in loose in black bandage's that only covered her gentile's, looked down at the city blow. "This world is quite interesting, hmm?" She turned her head to see behind her, a tall figure was walking up to her. "Oh it's you, Byron... What do you want." Her tone filled with demon. "Yeah your fine, just do that..." with a small nod as he put some coins for her so she could play. " Yeah I'm fine, I've never really been on a date myself, so some things are new to me too."as he would turn back to the game until would start for both of them, and he would start playing. "I understand Issac, it's my first time dating as well." They two began playing, Ryanair (Yuma) pulled the trigger, hitting one of the appearing enemies, she fired again hitting another. "Wow this is fun Issac-kun." She said as she fired st more enemies as the progressed further into the games level. He simply continued giving a small nod as they started to play more seeing that he didn't really have anything to ask or talk about for now and not worrying about anything since they already had stuff to do for the date then. Ryanair(Yuma) smiled as they completed the level, and carried on to the next one, the next level ramped up in difficulty, but they pushed through with pure teamwork. "I wonder if there are any bosses in this game?" She wondered slowed, as she shot at more enemies. One of the enemy's head was shot off. "Thank you Issac, for showing me such a wonderful time." "Well that's what a date is." As they would pass through more levels seeing as nothing really happened before it showed a boss round. " Well there it is now, maybe we could play one more after and maybe some ice cream or something too..." offering a bit as more time would pass them, and eventually he would be taken out as he put the gun in and watched. Eventually Ryanair(Yuma) won the game. "Yay! I did it, we make a great team Issac-kun." she said happily, whilst she may have seemed happy on the outside on the inside it was a conflict, on whether to complete her mission or not." I. Have to complete my mission, but i don't want to kill him, I mean he may be a pervert, but he's been so nice to me." She thought to herself. "Um Issac, could you win a purple bracelet for me from the claw machine?" she asked him. "Then we can head back to the fountain." He simply gave a nod," well I guess then..." as he walked to see if he could find a machine and slip some coins to see if he could get it. " I'm not perfect with these if you're wanting me to do it though..." as he started to try himself now. Ryanair(Yuma) smiled as Issac tried to get the bracelet for, as she watched with intent, she subconsciously wrapped her arms around him and pressed her chest against his back. "H-hey! How am I supposed to try this when you do something like that...." as he felt her push up against him, her body soft as her chest pressed back against him, trying a bit as he managed to get one after two tries. "Hell yeah!!!!" He yelled as he got the bracelet and the for she wanted as Issac slowly took the bracelet out and gave it to her. Ryanair(Yuma smiled happily as she gently took it from Issac hands and slid down her own hand then arm. "Thank you for winning this for me!" she exclaimed and hugged Issac tightly. "I guess it's time to head back huh." her tone going a bit sad. She was kind of upset and conflicted. She really didn't want to kill Issac, little did the two know that there date would not end in death. The girl grunted a bit as she was flung back a bit, her body hitting the wall, blood leaked from her wound. "I'll give you that Byron, you've gotten stronger." "Sure..." he told her turning around as they started to walk out slowly, the sun already low in the sky as it was already dusk, and soon it was going to turn dark. " Well it's perfect we used the whole day because I didn't really know much we could do after the arcade..." scratching his cheek a bit as he tried to think a bit for the moment as they were now walking down the street with the fountain coming close as they walked. As they walled a faint groaning noise was heard from an ally, along with someone saying help. Issac looked in the direction of the ally and ran down it. "Wait for me Issac." Ryanair(Yuma) said as she followed after Issac, only to see him looking st barely covered girl who was bleeding pretty bad." Jesus she looks really hurt."the Fallen Angel thought. " What the actual fuck is this sick joke!" He yelled a bit frustrated and scared to see something like this of course. " That asshole!!! Whoever did this!! I want to kick their damn ass!" Soon he ran over closer as he picks her up and lets her lean against him as his back was turned from the other girl now behind him. Slowly he took his jacket off and tried to cover the wound against it. " I'll try to call help then..." as he picks his out phone out and tries to call. The girl that leaned on Issac shoulder grabbed the phone from him and threw it to the side. "Don't... You moron, it won't... Help." Mustering what she could say. "Out of all the things to be saved by, an Issac, and you." When said that she pointed at Ryanair (Yuma). "This is pretty funny, hey Issac." The way she said Issac was more akin to how someone would say an object. "Bring me to your house." It sounded like an order." Issei-kun, please be careful." Ryanair(Yuma) said concerned. "Wait how the hell do you even know me? And don't be such an asshole that I even saved you, you know...." he didn't know or wondered if he ever saw her around before but whatever. " Your lucky I'm not much of an asshole though you know..." as he slowly lifted her up in his arms and turned to walk back out to the streets as he would walk home," you need me to take you home though or something ray? Or do you still have time to come..." The girl struggled a bit. "God damn it, you fucker just bring me to your home, I don't have time to waste, stop talking with that big titles fallen angel and get me to your home, do you have a fucking death wish!?" This girl had quite the mouth and didn't seem to care. Raynare(Yuma) flinched when the girl said Fallen angel, how did this girl know. "" well that's not huge talk considering you're the one who's hurt and can't save your own ass...jeez maybe if you were a little nicer we would have been back yet..." he sighed as he slowly turned, "fallen angel? What the hell are you even talking about....do you guys know each other or something?" He asked rolling his eyes not believing it for now as he slowly walks back, seeing that no one would be home for a bit as he took her to his room and put a towel out on his bed so she could lay on it. " There..." he told her with a grumble. Ryanair (Yuma) approached Issac, taking a deep breath. "Issac I need to tell you the truth, I'm a fallen angel, sent to kill you." She said with a sad time as black wings appeared on her back, her height increased a bit tearing her clothes, she now stood at the same height as Issac, five foot seven, her breast size shot up two cup sizes, as her ass became a bit bigger, her hips expanded outwards a bit more, Ryanair (Yuma) was even more sexy than before. Her face still retained its beautifulness. A tear ran down her face. He stretched with a yawn still facing away from her as he turned," holy shit! What?!" As he backed away falling on the floor," shit I'm dating a sexy ass girl for the first time, and it turns out I'm dating a fucking killer....that's still sexy as fuck?!?! Shit I don't know whether I'm scared or more lucky but definitely scared though...." backing away as his back was against the wall seeing that he was trapped now. Ryanair slumped down to her knees years running down her eyes. "I don't want to kill you, please forgive me, I really enjoyed everything we did, I understand if you don't want to forgive me, I understand if you'll hate me." She said, as she began to cry, the way she said the words, they were sincere, she meant what she said. He sighed," well that takes the creepy away at least a little bit, well I mean I don't care what you look like as long as your sexy as hell and not...trying to kill...me." He thought a bit," I mean I don't hate you, and I would be sadder than anything that I showed you a good time and I don't get another kiss before I'd die then..." he sighed as he slowly crawled toward her and pulled her close to his chest," then I believe you, but why though?" Wondering a bit," I won't hate you or anything then... I mean dating a girl like that could have the biggest boobs ever like that and their mine..." he said as he made the grabby hands staring directly at them. "Thank you Issac, also, please don't call me yours." Ryanair(Yuma) blushed in embarrassment, as she playfully slapped the hands away. "I should tell you my real name is Ryanair. Not Yuma." Ryanair said before suddenly she kissed Issac on the lips, she felt Issac tongue enter mouth, their tongues entangling with each other like a dance. "What?" He frowned as she told him not to call her that her body was his" jeez..." as he looked back at her and suddenly felt her kiss him as he leans back a bit already starting to kiss her back. Ryanair moaned as she snaked her hands to the back of Issac head, as the two Kissed lovingly, minutes passed before the two pulled away panting. A string of Slavic connecting them as it snapped and Ryanair wiped her mouth clean. "Issac would you like to suck my breasts." "Holy shit?!? Boobs?!?" He started to yell out as he started his grabby hands again," I like boobs!" Having the dumb perverted look as well of course as he waited for her to show them to him. Ryanair pulled her white shirt up, revealing her large bosom which was held in place by a black lacy bra, she blushed at Issac reaction as her, she undid her bra, her nipples were stimulated by the movement. Issac still kept his weird laugh as he slowly went over and touch it, poking it a bit before slowly letting it sit in his hands. " Are you sure you really want a weirdo like me doing this....I mean of course I wasn't weird about the kiss and the date but still I don't want to force anything..." as he looked up at her. He sat up a bit running his other hand through her hair as he just looked at her face with a small smile. Ryanair nodded. "Its fine Issac, it's only fair for me to give you something, after all... Let's just get it over with ok!" She happily said with a rather take smile, she was still shaken up from admitting to Issac about her mission and what she was. He stood up looking over at the other girl," but hold on though, it's still weird to me that I had to take this girl back to my house though. And I mean since we figured everything out, and we're still dating I'd rather be alone with you then before I start my quest to get other girls with me too. It's just really weird to me, she's here before the sexy times...." Soon the boy scooted closer to her as he took her hand just to hold it. Ryanair smiled and happily held Issac hand, as she limply laid her head on his shoulders letting it rest. It was nice peaceful even, Ryanair truly liked Issac and it showed. "Oh my god just fucking bang or something god-damn, hearing you to go mushy is boring." Groaned the girl from the bed, she didn't sound in pain that much, that much. "Aren't you supposed to be acting hurt or something or did suddenly just lay there bored help you. If you don't need me then just go or something." Telling the other as he looked back at Ray. " And I actually care about a girl other than just serving on her body all day you know...." he sighed as he wrapped his arm around her leaning in to kiss her before going in too much and both of them falling on the floor with his face between her boobs, "ugh sorry..." he said slowly trying to get up. Ryanair blushed madly as she got off of Issac. "Jesus you two are the strangest Issac's or Ryanair's I've met, also to state a fact numb nuts, I heal pretty well." Ryanair raised an eyebrow at what the girl said, what did she mean by Issac's or Ryanair's. It really intrigued the fallen angel. "Seems this Ryanair is curious to find out just what I mean." The girl smug!y said. "Same here...now that you seem better why are you even still here though. Are you just going to say and talk about stupid shit or what....." he really was not really liking her besides being confusing and a bitch? He stood up and stretched with a yawn as he sat on the corner of the bed to think a bit. "Let me explain this simply if I wanted i could erase this world, alright numb nuts, I'm an all powerful being, and to clarify, none of the other gods know about me." she said seriously, Ryanair eyes widen in panic. "Since I'm bored and injure dim going to make a bet with you two, or deal." her eyes moved around the room taking in every detail. "So if you're willing to do it, then say something if not be quiet." " Great I have a sexy ass girlfriend that's a fallen angel and I just carried a god who destroys shit back to my house who happens to be injured and bored.... I mean still I have a sexy ass fallen Angel for me..." as again there was the dumb-perverted look on his face as he thought about it for a moment. " What's your stupid deal that you want then..." "I'll entrust YOY two dipshits with some erotic abilities, breast expansion, changing peoples gender, etc., then add the fact that you're an Issac and you have the boosted gear, and well it will be fun." the girl said in a matter of fact tone, Ryanair eyes widen even more as she heard what the girl said." Issei-kun has the boosted gear, I thought it would be a some low class scared gear, not that." she said with a bit of worry. "Wait so that means, I could've killed the red dragon emperor! Holy shit I would have lost my job!" there was quite a bit of panic in Ryanair now. " But I need a harem so that won't work much even having just one person... I want a lot of boobs I want them all I really do, and I want them natural though. So screw that." he simply said crossing his arms. " Well whatever I'm going to go take a bath then..." as he turns to walk out to the bathroom now. The girl eyes went wide. "These powers won't denied you the ability to get a harem, hell it will help you get one." she said as she played on Issac perverted nature. He stops as he makes it past the door, powers made for a harem?!?! Powers made to get boobs and even change then if I wanted, and they would still be natural?!?!" He questioned seeing that if she did say he could really do that then. " If this guy has the power of getting a harem then I want all of those powers!! I want everything you got then..." looking at her wanting to hear her confirm for him herself. "I can't make you or Ryanair a god, so don't expect that. Now both of you. Get your asses onto this bed and let me see your backs." the girls ordered. Ryanair seemed unsure and looked at Issac, worried. She didn't know what to think of this deal the girl was suggesting, it slightly worried her. "Issac-kun think about this." Ryanair said to her boyfriend. " If it can get me a harem though, I really don't care..." he told the girl as he turned and sighed walking back in. Issac looked over at Ray," we're doing this together and you're the main girl of the harem and the one I love the most..." trying to convince her with that but still not knowing much as he laid on the bed on his stomach," I will have boobs everywhere and the girls will be fighting for love, and maybe they'll cook with nothing on and just an apron or something like that..." as he imagines a bit waiting. The girl smiled and moved her pointer finger across Issac back. A glowing black line began to appear on his back followed by a symbol, the girl moved her pointer around Issac back as more lines and symbol s appeared, power began to flow in to Issac. "This won't awakens your scared gear, so yeah... Also, might want to change your name." the girl said in an awkward tone. Raynare raised an eyebrow at this but went back to making her decision. "Alright fine, I'll do it, I hope I don't lose my job for this, I could've killed the red dragon emperor." she said to the girl. "What the hell does that even mean?! What are you doing?!" Asking a bit panicked about changing the name because of something. " And how would it make sense for ray to need it anyway? I mean she would be part of the harem if she wants, so there's no changing her accept maybe for those..." as he stared into her cleavage. "I said I was. Giving you both powers." the girl said she was almost finished with the symbols and lines. "Well I'm just saying after I'm done finishing what I'm doing, well lets say you will have a new perspective... As a hermaphrodite.... And done." she said as she moved her finger away from Issac back, as the black symbols and lines glowed. "Wait what NOON!!!" He started to yell out," what the hell man!!! I really want to beat the shit out of you!!" As Issac started to protest. " No you have better not have done that! I'm a guy getting a harem and nothing else! What the hell man!" "Ok one, don't bitch and threaten me, because I might just destroy Japan in response, two do you even know what a hermaphrodite is?" the girl asked the pervert, the girls eyes glared daggers at Issac as if waiting for him to say something anything. "Come on revert wonder, tell me what is a hermaphrodite?" she waited for his answer. "I'm waiting." "Of course I know! What that is I mean studying girls is easy, but there's always the parts you find the hard way. I've heard of it a few times, and it's not good, but you're doing that to her aren't you!? You sicko!!" Sitting up a bit as he turned to the girl, It's the same feeling you have when you find out that a girl is actually a boy but in this case it's the opposite I think. She has a normal body, but now she has a no no place I don't like...instead of one I wish I could see..." The girl sighed pinching the bridge of her nose. She stuck her tongue out and turned her head like a child. "To late Issac." she said his name like an object. "So while your withering in pain IR pleasure if reconstruction of your body turns you on, I'll be giving Ryanair her powers. Have fun growing boobs." the girl taunted. Ryanair sighed she WSS going to regret this, wasn't she? "Don't pout Ryanair, you have it better than most Maynard." Argh!! Dammit!! I want a harem not looking like this you bastard!!" As he gets up and takes the pain to try and straight up punch her and even try to knock her off the bed. " I want other boobs like hers not this sick thing! Don't you do anything to ray!! Just run then!" As Issac collapsed slowly trying to get up," take these boobs away from me!" As he tried to punch again but is suddenly locked out by the pain. The girl sighed. "Stupid fucker, god why does this Issac have to be stupid." she looked at Ryanair. "Alright get on over here, all I'm doing is giving you powers, and also adding a dick and balls nothing else." she stated to the fallen angel and motion for her to get on the bed. "Go dim going to have a fucking aneurysm from your boyfriend, he's like almost every Issac, willing to sacrifice so much for friends." she said as Ryanair laid on belly on the bed, the girl wrote symbols and lines across Maynard back, energy flowed into Ryanair, above her pussy a cock began to for and with it balls. The fallen angel passed out from what she was feeling. The two would wake up. Soon it would be that until the next day would they be able to wake up with the boy having some new changes already as from the top of his shirt would be a bit of cleavage as well as a more girl like figure, though the changes not seem himself as even if he was knocked out he was someone not easy to be waking up. Now seeming to be two or three if the other still stayed then. Ryanair remained mostly the same, expect for the bulge in her pants. The girl was sitting in a chair holding a tablet, where she had gotten from, who knows. "Jesus you guys are still asleep...." the girl said looking away from the tablet for only a second. "Hamm. Yeah, this device is boring me." clearing her throat she looks at Issac and Ryanair sleeping forms. "WAKE UP!" " How the fuck....are you still here....you asshole..." as her voice seemed to be a bit high but not noticing anything yet. " Did last night even really happen? Even I still don't remember a lot." As Issac sat with a yawn stretching her arms now just paying attention to the fact she was still here. " Wait...why the hell does my voice sound so damn weird?" As the now girl just stared at the other. The girl giggled evil in playfully manner. "Yes why does your voice sound so weird." She sarcastically said as she rolled her eyes. Ryanair opened her eyes and rubbed them, she saw Issac and gasped, she put her a hand around her mouth trying to keep a laugh in. Her face was red as well. "Well seems your girlfriend is laughing." The now girl turned around to the other," h-hey!!" Again turning back to the first. Soon standing up Issac boobs bounced a bit as she quickly stood up getting the new weird feeling as she covered her heat then pushed her hands in a bit," my voice and my chest? Everything..." with that she ran out of the room for the bathroom to look at herself as Issac just laid on the floor quietly not knowing what to do now seeing that he saved a girl who gave him this now. Ryanair looked at Issac, she saw the girl walking off murmuring about sleeping. "Well I guess she's going to go sleep." Ryanair said as she walked over to Issac, she slightly moaned and blushed as her new male organ rubbed against her pants. "So we both have dicks." Ryanair said bluntly as she sat down next to Issac. "Would you want to have sex?" " H-hey I didn't ask for this that bastard! And what a with you so suddenly... I mean not like this though..." as she pulled her shirt out a bit to see she had small boobs as she covered them up, screaming in embarrassment. " God I can't even imagine school too..." shaking in the corner. Ryanair blushed. "Well I was just early emotional yesterday... But I understand if don't want to do it now." she looked at Issac breasts. "Well Issac, or do I call you Iris? Your breasts are very small, I don't mean to sound rude or anything, just saying." Ryanair said. "So weird question. Sorry if it grosses you out or anything. But uh... How does it feel to have a vagina now? Again sorry if this sounds weird or anything, just curious is all, I mean I know how it feels, its just I wanted to know how it felt for you." the fallen said as she blushed a bit. He sighed with a blush just staring at her, it felt like she was a bit like the other girl but judging her more now as she looked away with a blush. " I-if you're going to be like that then i-I'll handle it myself." as she stood up and went downstairs," I need food...and I'm gonna check if we even have school today..." not remembering what day it was as she walked out Ryanair followed Issac or Iris, it hadn't been decided on names yet. "I'm sorry if I upset you Issac-kun, I didn't mean to. Ok god now I feel like an ass." Today was quite the start for Ryanair, and it didn't help that she felt like an asshole now, but hey who could help it, things happened and well Ryanair was caught in the middle of it, she saw Issac, or Iris looking at the date. " Do we even have school today? I really started to lose everything." as the now girl turns to the other," I really just hate the fact that I'm like this, just please don't say much about this at least yet...." as Issac walks over and lean in close where their foreheads touch," would you even still love me like this anyway? Do you even like girls." "Issac, no matter what gender you are, what you look like, I will still always love and forever, do you know why? Because your personality and how you treat people is the reason I love you, and to answer your question. Yes I do like girls too." Ryanair answered Issac, who turned to look at Ryanair. "I love you with all my heart." Ryanair said as she leaned in, and kissed Issac on the lips, her hands snaked down to her girlfriends back, and began to rub gently. She felt Issac tongue enter her mouth, her tongue touched Issac own and the two tongues dance in a way..... The girl blushes as she started to kiss her, feeling the warmth between the two in her heart hoping that she could feel the same of course as jumped a bit feeling her hand so low behind her, causing her to fall forward until both were on the floor with her being on top. Ryanair blushed madly as she pulled away, this feeling was such a turn on for her, it made her wet and well erect. "Is it ok if I call you Iris or Izmir, or do you still want to be called Issac?" She asked her boy or rather girlfriend. "I mean I don't want to be rude or anything." She could feel her girlfriend erect cock against her belly. " Whatever, I don't really care, and I should really ask if I can at least turn into a full girl with having this weird thing now..." she really found herself pretty weird looking then compared to what Ray saw her as even when she said she likes her not for personality. Soon her breathing started to grow a bit heavy as there was a warmth between them and how close their bodies were pressed against each other. "I'll call you Izmir alright." Ryanair said with a blush, she was growing Hornier by the second. "You should at least give this a try right? I mean what's so bad about this, you still have your dick and balls, It's just now you're a girl... Also since we are already on the floor, would you want to get down and dirty." Ryanair said between her somewhat must have driven mind, she wiggled her hips slightly in a sexy manner. "Oh this heat from our bodies are amazing!" She lowly moaned with a blush. " Well I mean it sucks because I want to have a normal girl though and my normal self, and ....please don't tell anyone but if I were a regular girl I wouldn't mind this a bit at all..." admitting to a fetish," I really don't want to have this thing since I'm a girl now though...." complaining as she sat up a bit," and why do I get a flat chest?! At least." Ryanair blushed slightly at Izmir admittance. "Well how about if I convince that girl to give you some bigger tits, I understand you would want to be a normal girl, but at least give this a try. I mean think of the benefits, you can still fuck a girl silly." Ryanair said her lust clawing at her, making her even more erect and wet. "Besides what's the worst that could happen." " Well then I want a way to have both but hide one of them then until I need it if I even get a chance..." rolling her eyes a bit knowing of course that Ray wanted it already right now. " I'd rather screw a normal girl though myself...." she sighed crossing her arms then," fine, if you can but also tell her she's a bitch from me..." not helping but laugh for a bit and give a cheeky grin. Ryanair smiled happily as she planted a kissed on Izmir lips. Her hands snaked down to her still rippled clothing and pulled them down, her counties were stretched, and it didn't help they had a tent, moving her hands again. She took off her panties letting free her new dick, which stood fully erect and rubbed against Izmir thighs. "Izmir I love you so much, you're the coolest person in the world." Ryanair said to her girlfriend. " Jeez your such a weirdo..." rolling her eyes as she gave a beautiful girlish moan as she felt rays cock against her thigh. With hearing that she covered her mouth from her own moan," what the fuck was that..." asking with a blush embarrassed of hearing her own girly moan. "Izmir... I'm sorry horny." Ryanair whined a bit as her dick rubbed against Izmir thigh again. "Please let's fuck, I can't good it anymore, I feel like I'll go insane if I do!" She said as she bucked her hips a bit, causing her dick to thrust up a bit and move in between Izmir thighs. "I'm so god-damn hot!" She exclaimed with a blush, the look in her eyes said everything, she really wanted to fuck. " Will you not tell anyone though?" She asked softly as she scooted back with another moan before taking everything slowly off," I'm not a boy, I was never a boy, I'm not a boy..." she kept saying as she looked up at her being naked as well now. "I promise I won't tell, and your right, you aren't a boy, you're a beautiful Hermaphrodite, just like me." Ryanair complimented Izmir, her hands shaking up to Izmir small but perky breasts, squeezing lightly, earning her fair share of moans, Ryanair dick rubbed more against Izmir thighs. The fallen angel noticed Izmir erect cock was a good ten inches. "Pretty big." She looked said. "That's not helping either!! What the hell!" She complained still with a blush on her face and a pout as covered her lower parts," jeez I'm not into not normal dicks, God damn this is so fucking weird..." Ryanair pouted as well, her dick now touching Izmir butt cheeks. "Come on Izmir lets give this a go, let's have some fun." She said in pouty voice, she moved her hips a bit, causing her dick to rub against Izmir butt. Hearing Izmir she felt her jerk a bit, causing her dick to rub against Ryanair belly. " I'd rather be normal..." she said softly looking away," just....do it then, but I'm scared that it hurts..." closing her eyes and clenching her cheeks," Ray next time tell her to stop with the damn stupid sizes..." Ryanair slowly slid into Izmir cheeks, her girlfriend hissed a bit before nodding to go deeper, and with one thrust Ryanair did, Izmir moaned loudly from it with wide eyes, Ryanair thruster again but a bit slower this time, she felt Izmir cock leak pre-cum onto her belly, she even felt Izmir fussy leak down onto her thigh. "So tight!" She grunts a bit with a thrust. "But damn does it feel so good~." She lewdly moaned, as she thrust again. "Argh!!" The girl said softly as her body went limp, and her eyes rolled back a bit as she laid there with her tongue out. " This is...." was all she could mutter weakly before her body started to move up and down against her thrusts. Slowly she started to try and sit up as her face was full of redness from the blush. Ryanair thrust in rhythm with Izmir movement, SLICK! PAP! PAP! SLICK! Were the sound from her dick pre-cum coating Izmir ass, the Peiping sound came from her hips hitting against Izmir ass, Ryanair moved her hands to Izmir waist, rubbing gently along her smooth skin, she giggled slightly as her lovers pre-cum leaked onto her more. The girl was currently looking out the window, waiting for something, what was it she was waiting for? Well it was simple Issac or Izmir parents. She had decided to have fun messing with them when they got home. " Ahh..." she started to moan more," it's starting to hurt a bit, it feels so big..." looking back slowly as she was panting," don't you dare cum inside..." she warned feeling the tightness wrapping around the others cock as she takes into her more. " I don't think I can...." saying softly as her tongue stuck out again feeling her rough pounding from behind. Ryanair thrust harder as she felt Izmir ass tighten around her cock. "Izmir... I don't think... I can pull out all the way."SLICK! SLICK! PAP! PAP! Raynare tongue hanged out as she thrust, her eyes going almost crossed eyed. "Your so tight... It's hard to pull out." She moaned as she felt her own cock twitch. She even felt Izmir cock twitch. They were getting close. The girl still waited. Soon she slowly turned as she took a deep breath and grabbed her arms, closing her eyes and putting all her energy together as she pushed her away a bit that her cock would already slide out. " Jeez..." as she tried to hold back herself but feeling. Something big about to come, though now deciding to quickly shove herself into the other and start moving in her ass. Ryanair moaned as she came in Izmir, but soon quickly found her lover in her ass. "No not my ass, please go my Pussy." She moaned at her lover, cum leaked from her cock still, little sprouts of cum coming out every thrust. The girl simply ignored her as she went faster and harder than before, laying her on her back and getting on top as she shoved it now in her push with only two or three thrusts cumming inside her tongue and drool as she pumped a ton now. Ryanair moaned happily as her eyes crossed and tongue hanged out, her ass clenched tighter around her lovers cock, as she felt it twitch, her large butt cheeks jiggled from each thrust. "HARDER! CUM IN MY ASS! FILL ME WITH YOUR SEED!" She moaned loudly, as her ass was soon to be filled with cum. The girl smiled at her work, the parents had shown up, and she had changed them, how? Well she made them nympho hermaphrodites. Soon she stood up and quickly started to change back," hmm mm no.....I took this risk already, and I'm not going to be found out. " Hey weird Angel girl..." he started to call out hoping she was there," turn me back into a boy!" Not seeing how she could get her parents to accept it at all," hurry the hell up and change, we both did something that I regretted just because I'm like this now with the stupid Angel...." as she slipped her shirt back on and went for the bathroom. "FIRST OFF NOT AN ANGEL! DON'T GET NO STINKING WINGS, I ALSO FIXED YOUR ISSUE WITH YOUR PARENTS!" The girl Yelled from upstairs. "SO YEAH! ALSO, I HAVE A NAME!" " What...did you change their mind or something, also you would need to change the school too, the 300 or more people....and if you could do me a favor too and help me avoid the pervs..." as she stretched and walked back into her room. " Well it's your damn fault for not telling me your name and if you already did, I probably was too pissed to hear it...angel with no wings..." as she decided to tease her for having this whole mess. Izmir looked over at Ray and turn with her back to her as she closed her eyes to think a bit. "YEAH YOUR PARENTS UHHHHHH! YEAH. SCHOOL? OH, YEAH... GIVE ME I DON'T KNOW TEN MINUTES! FIVE TOPS! I CAN'T DO ANYTHING ABOUT THE SUPERNATURAL BEINGS IN THE SCHOOL, THEY AREN'T EFFECTED BY MY MEMORY ALTERATION ABILITIES! DON'T ASK! OK WHAT DO YOU WANT ME TO DO ABOUT YOUR FRIENDS SWITCH OUT YOKOHAMA AND MATSUDA FOR THOSE TWO KENDO GIRLS GUAYAMA AND KATE!?" Raynare laid on the ground panting. "I feel like I'm forgetting something." " there are others in the school? Weird....I mean...never mind screw it...." she said as she to herself hearing of course the other telling him now. " Sure I guess....since your forced me into this new damn life!" Izmir rolled her eyes as she left Ray and walked downstairs," is there still something you need from me though? Why would you still be here? Unless you decided you wanted to be part of my girl harem thing apparently now that I'm a girl myself...." crossing her arms and leaning against the wall now. "WELL MAYBE... HEY YOUR PARENTS SHOULD BE WALKING IN SOON, ALSO I'M WORKING ON THE SCHOOL THING ABOUT NEWISH!" She yelled from upstairs. "HEY DO YOU WANT BIGGER TITS!?" The girl asked. Raynare groaned as she got up a bit. "Well these clothes are ruined, at least it's not my sweater." " I'd like Ray to not have a dick too if you could do that too? Maybe the other girls if I even get any to like me anyway....id rather not be screwed..." she sighed walking over to sit in the couch wondering how things would be now with her new life. "Yeah no." The girl simply answered. "You see, Ryanair, and you Izmir got some pretty big plans, there is going to be at least several other fut as." She said. "So learn to deal with it, because if you don't. I'll make your life a living hell, or I'll get the dumbest person across of all of reality's and put you in a room with said person, and since you made that suggestion, I'll wait to make your tits bigger." She started to laugh," thanks because you already gave me some hell by being a girl now...so I guess I have both types of girls, one that loves me I think still, and the other an ass...weird ass girls then.why do I care for stupid people. " As she facepalmed and sat on the couch. "Well at least your Ryanair isn't evil, seems to like and care for very much, and the reason you care for people, is simple. Your just really nice... If you weren't, you would be on of those evil asshole Issac, yeah I've seen a lot of versions of you, let's just say you're better than most." The girl said. "Also call me Ayala." The girl, Ayala said. "Just think about it this way, listen to me, and you will have tons of big breasted girls." "Well that was supposed to be if I was a boy and if I'm a girl it's not with other girls with dicks...." as she ignored mostly everything before laying down then trying to think of what to even do. Izmir wouldn't mind some school as she would be alone for now but still it would be weirder with slit of people now. The girl sighed turned and walked over to the thinking people, tired of hearing Izmir bitching and moaning, she tapped her on the head and altered her opinion on it, making it so that she was ok with it. Ayala sighed as she quickly went back to the window and did things. She was very pissed. Soon her eyes closed for a moment before standing up," I suddenly feel a bit weird..." not knowing what it was. " Well I'm already bored, so I guess I might go out later or something..." shrugging already not knowing what to really do for the day. "Hey your parents should be walking about now." Ayala said as she continued to do something. "Hey don't yell at me for what I did to them." Ryanair had walked into the room wondering what was going on. She was currently wearing her still ripped clothes. " Hey I'm just worried about the stupid idea that anyone didn't know about me really being a girl until you fixed it. Fine....for now I'll just keep this, but I'll try to find a way to turn back..." as she grumbled still at the fact she was like this with a never-ending hate for It now as she sat up and leaned back to relax for a bit. Izmir parent walked in, what had been an over worked and tired Mother, now was a very busty woman, with rather nice hourglass figures. "Oh look, my dear Izmir brought home a girlfriend!" Said her mother, Izmir parent had a youthful look to them, her brown eyes contained a bit of lust. She had long beautiful brown hair that went to mid back, tied in to a ponytail, she was a bit taller now. She now stood at a good six-foot two, which was taller than what she was before. Akala looked Izmir with a perverted grin. "She's ok with incest." She mouthed the words, but doubted she knew what she said. Raynare blushed at the sight. "Her clothes are tight."

~The ways of unexpected love~ fire-wiki|rating:2.0

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Albion Needs Nothing Less Than a Revolution The land of Albion is a vast place, with a long and mysterious history. It is a place of magic, and danger. A land that when it is threatened, great heroes rise in its defense. The land is now just recovering from its latest threat. Mad with power and stricken with grief by the loose of his family, Lord Lucien of Bower stone attempted to rebuild the spire to recreate Albion in his own twisted imagine. The Sears Theresa began recruiting four powerful heroes to put an end to Lucian's wicked scheme. The first and most of powerful of the heroes was a street orphanage of Bower stone Old town who dreamed of visiting the castle with his older sister, Rose. A magical music box finally made their wish come true, but it became a twisted one, as Lucien killed Rose and the hero narrowly escaped death and was nursed back to health by Theresa. After a long and harrowing quest that took sacrifice and perseverance, the four heroes defeated Lucien and saved the world. The four of them then went their separate ways, and the Hero of Bower stone was left to begin a new quest, one that would change Albion forever. The Hero of Bower stone, a man named Sparrow Domain saw an Albion that still needed his help. He saw a land that should be allowed to prosper rather than just survive. He knew that this land of his needed to become much more than just a collection of small settlements and villages. It needed to be united, it needed a leader. So the hero began his long campaign to unite the country under one banner, under one kingdom. So after a long and hard campaign, the Hero of Bower stone, became the King of Albion. For over 47 years the Hero King ruled with a fair and firm hand. Under his rule Albion went through a golden age like one never seen before. Advances in technology and knowledge came rapidly and the common people no longer had to fear the dark every night.However, time demands that all good things come to an end and three years ago the Hero King Sparrow passed away, leaving his widow and two children in his wake. The kingdom was devastated by the King's death, but they celebrated the crowning of their new king, the eldest child Logan. Logan began his rule continuing his father's peaceful and benevolent, but as history teaches us, the most dangerous tine for a kingdom is during the rule of its founder's heir. Sensing weakness and opportunity the newly formed tribal oligarchy that ruled the Edge lands, began authorizing raids against Albion trade caravans coming towards their territory. This seems to be out of resentment of Albion's attempt at economic expansions into their territory and fears that the southern kingdom may threaten the ways of the northern tribes. The people of Misspeak demanded action against this aggressive, prompting King Logan to send troops North to repeal the enemy incursion, and it is now feared that this could lead to all our war between the two nations. On the domestic front, a brutal mercenary by the name of Arbor the Blood-Spilled has rallied the pirates of Blood stone into a rebellion against the new King. Blood stone was the last Albion settlement to submit to the rule of King Sparrow and once the old king was dead the locals saw this as an opportunity to claim their independence once more. This has led to a bloody and slow moving conflict in the areas surrounding Blood stone over the last few months. The great stress of the external and internal conflicts, as well as an assassination attempt on his life early in his reign, have clearly affected King Logan. He has grown incredibly paranoid and distant. He has not left the castle grounds in months and he is rule has become harsh and totalitarian in nature. While the main army defends Albion against rebellion and external invasion, Logan has raised a private army of mercenaries to serve as a preemptive force against future rebellion. He has also declared a state of emergency and war and has appointed wartime governors to rule over the many cities and villages across Albion. This has lead to a great deal of corruption and abuse of the common people. The time of peace and enlightenment has been replaced with one of panic and conflict. However, something even more dangerous than human squabbles over territory is looming. The wild creatures of Albion, once driven back to near extinction by hero king have begun to resurface, and in an organized fashion that had never been seen before in known memory. There have even been wild rumors that creatures such as hollow men and ballerinas have been seen working together in attacks against humans. Surely these are just rumors, but these rumors have caused great panic among the populace and that time when you now longer needed to fear the dark, seems to be fading as fast as it had come. The people have begun to clamor for a hero to save them like the days of the old king, however even if a hero does rise to save the kingdom, they would not be able to do so alone. The new age of weaponry and technology has made it so that it is not just special blood that can make one a hero. New gantlets have been created that have allowed non-heroes to concentrate the will within them. This is very difficult to do for non-heroes and takes years of training, but it is possible. The revolution to save the young kingdom cannot come from a hero alone, it must come from the people themselves. Arias Doolittle Prince of Albion grudgingly got out of his bed as the sun shone through his window. He groaned, hating the sun at that moment for rising. He had been up quite late the night before, celebrating the arrival of his friends Dolly and her husband Chaos. Arias rubbed the sleep out of his eyes as he went to bathe. The princess of Samarkand was going to arrive today, and the castle steward would have a fit if Arias wasn’t present. It had been days since his brother Logan had been seen in public. He barely left his private rooms anymore. The only ones allowed in were Sir Walter, Arias and his mother the Queen. Arias had tried to convince Logan to join him and his friends the night before, but Logan refused of course. He said that they could have poisoned the wine, or be planning an ambush. Whoever “they” was. Arias feared that the stress of the throne was destroying his brother. The Logan that Arias remembered was disappearing and being replaced by a paranoid and bitter king, a man he barely recognized. Arias pushed these dark thoughts from his mind, there wasn’t anything he could do about it anyway, not with how Logan has prevented him from joining the army and leading troops into battle. For now, Damion focused on what was in front of him. He dressed in a blue jacket with a light gray shirt underneath, and a pair of white trousers as well. He walked from his personal tower towards the main hall of the castle. As he walked he looked around, recognizing the great beauty of the castle. Even though the mood of the castle had been dampened recently that had not detracted from its external beauty. Queen Alisa had dedicated herself to the castle’s care, as a way to preserve her late husband’s memory. Soldiers and servants a like bowed their heads in respect as Arias passed. He had always had a good relationship with those who served in the castle, and he tried his best to be considerate of them.Finally, Arias arrived at the main hall of the castle, where it seemed that other than his mother he was the first to arrive. She wore a dignified light blue dress and despite her age still had a mature beauty to her. He greeted his mother with a smile and a hug as she spoke to him, “Arias my dear, I’m glad to see you awake. You and your friends were making so much noise I thought a banshee was attacking.” She scowled jokingly. Arias smiled, “Don’t worry mother, banshees have nothing on us.” He joked back. As they waited for the others Arias wondered what this foreign princess might be like. She was to be betrothed to his brother after all, so she would soon be his sister-in-law. He wondered if she knew what Logan was like and the troubles he faced. Arias are still convinced that Logan was not a bad person, but he needed help and his current rule was making the people suffer while their boarders were filled with war and chaos. Arias wished that his father was there. King Sparrow would be able to defeat the invaders and rebels that plagued Albion, and he would be able to restore the peace that he himself had once created. But the old king was gone, and it was up to them now. Logan Domain The nightmares came as usual. Before him stood a creature of terrible size and magnitude. It was black as night with great scales and claws, its eyes were a burning red, and it stared down at Logan as it towered over him. Logan saw his brother and mother nearby, but couldn’t run to help them. The creature launched a mighty fireball killing them instantly. Logan tried to scream, but no sounds came out. Then the monster turned upon him and shot another massive ball of fire. The heat consumed Logan as the light surrounded him and suddenly everything was gone. Logan woke with a fright. He jumped up and ran into the bathroom, relaxing when he looked into the mirror and relaxed when he saw he was not burned. He splashed water onto his face, staring into his own tired and weary eyes. These nightmares were quite common for Logan. They had plagued him for weeks now and each one seemed more real than the last. Logan remembered that he was set to meet to Princess of Samarkand today. He sighed, another person in his life who he would no doubt disappoint. For Logan was nothing more than a failure. His own people were now trying to kill him, trying to rip this kingdom apart. He clenched his fist in anger. Didn’t they know that he was trying to keep their kingdom together? Didn’t they know how much he sacrificed for them, how much he was trying to help them? His rules were strict, but it was wartime, surely people could band together and sacrifice a bit to keep the kingdom in one piece? In that very moment there were men spilling their blood and sacrificing their innocent on the front lines, surely the people can sacrifice part of wealth to give them blankets and coal. Still, even Logan could have to admit that things were going poorly. They were making very little progress against Blood stone or the Edge lands and there more and more reports of monster attacks in the forests of Albion. The King attempted to push these thoughts from his mind as he prepared himself for the day, knowing that he should look presentable for the princess who would be his wife. He bathed, before shaving and putting on a royal red jacket which was on top of a white dress shirt and black pants. The golden crown of Albion sitting prominently on his head as he walked through his chamber door and down towards the main entrance chamber. He turned to his mother and younger brother, nodding curtly in recognition before turning toward the door as they awaited the arrival of the rest of the welcoming party, and of course the Princess herself who would be escorted from Bower stone Market to the Castle once she arrived. Damion Robertson Damion sat at a far off table in a tavern in Bright wall. He had been coming there on and off for weeks now, but he barely even remembered the tavern’s name. Lion’s Den? Tiger Rose? It didn’t matter, all the bars and taverns he’d visited blended together anyway. Damion never spoke to anyone he didn’t have too, never sang drunken tunes with the others, or gambled. He merely sat, drinking in solitude as he tried to wash away all the faces of the men that he had failed. The ones that once looked up to him, but now looked up to nothing as their eyes were closed by the cruel hand of fate. Fate, and King Logan’s soldiers. Damion should have hated that man, should have blamed him for killing his men and ruining everything they had worked to achieve, but he didn’t. Instead, he blamed himself. Blamed himself forever thinking he could try to do some good for the people. That he could help them, and while doing it, make more out of common mercenaries and bandits. He had been too foolish to realize that the bandits and monsters that roamed the forests weren’t the only danger. There was also the soldiers that were supposed to protect the very people they were now oppressing, and the nobles giving orders so that they could stay on the top of the food chain. Damian once wanted to be one of them, to be a general on a battlefield, but now he saw that to become an elite meant abandoning your principles and the people who need you most. Damion had decided that if that’s what power costs, then he would never seek it again. Now though, Damion was purposeless. He had left his family, his friends were dead, and the once brave commander of “the Guardians” was now a lonesome drunk wondering from town to town. He knew that didn’t have to be the case. Furthermore, he could still fight, he could still help people, but why should be bother? Furthermore, he had failed in finding wealth for himself in Bower stone, failed as a mercenary, and then failed his men that he has sworn to protect. Furthermore, he drained his mug of beer, and he decided that the people of Albion were better off without him. Anna "Arc hon" HailenAnna walked through the streets of Blood stone, wearing long pirate leggings and a leather pirate vest. A patch on her vest sleeve showed that she was a member of the Blood stone Bandits who were ruled by the infamous Arbor the Butcher, the very same man who killed her father. Everyone believed she had betrayed her father and sold out to wealth and power. Even her mother and younger brother didn’t know the truth. She was agent with the Albion army, serving undercover to provide intelligence on Arbor, and help bring on his destruction. For Anna though, it wasn’t helping the Kingdom of Albion. It was about revenge plain and simple. Arbor had killed her father, and now Anna would see him dead as well. She headed into a large tavern, flanked by two large men in pirate garb as well. They also wore the symbol of the Bandits on their sleeves. The three of them grabbed a table inside the tavern, the people around them giving them plenty of space. The Bandits had a reputation for brutality and no one wanted to get on their bad sides. Anna still hadn’t gotten used to that. It made her sick every time the people looked at her with fear or revulsion, but she had to steel herself if she wanted to make things right. Dense Brett "The Bounty Hunter", The Cock in the Crown, Bower stone Market The tavern doors swung open and the patrons' collective gaze fell upon the new arrival; the subsequent silence was the loudest that Dense had ever heard. A dozen or so eyes darted back and forth between his twin six-shooters as the patrons attempted to ascertain whether he'd actually use them or not. This persisted as the bounty hunter walked up to the bar, one hand on his hip, and ordered a drink. Placated by Dense's apparent pacifism, the tavern's customers resumed their conversations, seemingly ignoring the solitary figure who'd grasped their attention and now sat among them. Sipping his drink slowly, Dense allowed some time to pass whilst the patrons became less aware of his presence and more... well, drunk. Content that he'd waited longed enough, Dense watched as the barkeep cleaned and served his way towards him until he came into suitable striking distance. Darting forwards with his left hand and drawing one of the two pistols with his right, Dense grasped the man's shirt collar, pulling the barkeep towards him, and pressed the barrel of his gun against said barkeep's cheek. The man's expression paled as fear overcame him, although the tavern's patrons didn't notice what was transpiring; or didn't want to know. "W... w... what do y... you want withe?" The desperation was evident in the man's hushed tones, Dense almost felt sorry for him. "It's not you I care about, fact o' the matter is, I could o' picked anyone in here, but I figured you'd be the best for the job," confusion spread across the barkeep's face as the bounty hunter paused momentarily. "I'm lookin' for particular individual and seein' as you're theproprietoro' this mighty fine establishment, that puts you in the position o' providin' me with information about said individual... you following' all this?" The barkeep nodded his head. "Now, if I let go o' you, are you gonna call for help?" The barkeep shook his head. "Good... good," Dense released the man's shirt collar, and he hurriedly slunk back behind the bar, although he never averted his gaze from the bounty hunter, watching as he took a swig of his drink. Dense holstered his weapon before continuing. "I guarantee you'll o' heard o' this fella I'm lookin' for, o' that I am assured," as he reached into his pocket, the barkeep retreated further and Dense couldn't help but smirk. Withdrawing his hand, he produced a weather-beaten document that he carefully unfolded. When he'd finished and the yellowed paper lay flat, the barkeep couldn't believe his eyes. "You see, I'm lookin' for Reader." Timothy "The Preacher", The Riveter's Rest, Bower stone Industrial Nothing's changed. Timothy had been bombarded with an almost constant barrage of nostalgia ever since he'd disembarked his ship down by the docks and made his way along Bower stone's cobbled streets to the tavern where he'd spent most of his childhood and adolescence. The familiar, yet no-less heady, aroma of beer, blood, sweat and urine wafted from within the Riveter's Rest; Bower stone's favorite retreat for those less inclined to abide by the law. Don't worry Timothy, the Faith will guide you. He attempted to steel his nerves before stepping over the tavern's threshold. Timothy felt the stares of all present peer into his very soul as the tavern's patrons judged him, eventually surmising that an aging preacher wouldn't present any immediate problems and, as quickly as silence had descended upon the Riveter's Rest, it had gone again; replaced instead by raucous laughter and conversation. He allowed a sigh of relief to escape his lips before hurrying over to sit at an empty table in the corner of the room, away from those who'd seek to do him harm. To console himself and reassure him of the validity of his mission, Timothy withdrew the Good Book from his satchel and began to recite some of his favorite passages; albeit quietly. As he sat reading, one of the tavern's barmaids approached and least over the table, allowing the preacher ample view of her... substantial cleavage. "Can I get you anythin', love?" Timothy gulped, he hadn't seen a woman at all for some months now and never before in his life had he met one so well-endowed. Realizing that he'd sat staring at her breasts for some time now, Timothy hurriedly averted his gaze. "Um, yes... yes please," the barmaid raised an eyebrow and smiled slightly at Timothy's response and otherwise anxious manner. "What would you like to drink then, love?" Timothy responded with his typical amount of trepidation. "Hmm, oh yes, of course... do you have any milk?" She looked somewhat surprised, a customer had never asked formilkbefore; she wasn't even sure whether they had any. The buxom girl's furrowed brow prompted Timothy. "If you don't have any, It's quite alright," he smiled broadly in an attempted display of affability but only ended up looking... well, kind of dumb. However, he succeeded in making the girl giggle which was an adequate response for Timothy. "I'll go an' check if we've got some," she gave another of her coy smirks and walked back towards the bar, providing Timothy with a good view of her plump, rounded buttocks. You're making friends already, Timothy. In Bower stone nearest the castle as possible was an apartment, elegant and lovely in its grandeur, most were three high, but this one was only two due to the sheer size of it. This area was habituated by nobles and royal courtiers mostly. In this average and humble abode lived a Knight of just barely adult age and two small children, his daughters, but not by blood, simply by heart. Aria and Drew had been taken in by him after he saw them searching for odd jobs in the marketplace and treated them to dinner out of the wages he earned at the palace. The mistake, well at the time that is what it seemed, was walking them back to the orphanage. Upon arrival, he was informed that a local fire had killed several families and the orphanage needed to clear room for babies and toddlers or else all the children would be crammed into a small space. David had been in uniform and thus on the honor of a Knight said yes. Problem was he knew nothing about kids, it had already been a week and already it was proving difficult. They were five, so fortunately they could take care of themselves on most things, but he was just starting to teach them hygiene; and while he knew how to keep himself at perfect standards it was a bit hard to bathe children. He figured out fast though that if you put a lot of soap in the water and make bubbles that they are more likely to be enticed to bathe. This was the current task he had set about doing." Daddy, where are we going? You do not typically put us in noble dresses, but I can see them on the bed from here." Aria asked and David looked back to their bed, the room only had space for one adult sized bed, "Well, I have to clean you two up to go to the palace." He sighed, but sadly he needed help on this, he had gotten a week off for personal time to settle 'family issues', the lie was that his aunt had come back to the country from Aurora after twenty years and had never met him, but wanted to meet; which was only partly a lie, but the real truth was that he needed time to settle the kids in, he did not meet his aunt until next month." The palace?" Jeanette said as she stood in the bathtub, "Do I get to meet the Prince? I hear he is handsome." David shook his head and laughed, "You'd have no chance with him with modesty like that." She sat back down in the tub and began washing herself again." We are going to the palace because I need to work up this situation." He had actually not told the girls this fact, he did not really know if they even knew that he was a Knight, "Girls, do you know what I work as?" Aria was washing her bright red hair, Drew meanwhile shrugged as she was washing her arms. "You mention knowing the old King, so that means you are very personal to the royal family, but you carried a sword and wore a uniform of white when we met you." Aria stated before handing David a cup which he scooped water up with and begin washing the soap from her hair, he put his right hand over her face to keep the water from running in her eyes and begin pouring water over her head. "Oh, sorry, thought I told you. Must have got caught up in the chaos of this week, I'm a Knight. I directly serve under the Prince." With Aria's hair washed he began washing Drew's hair. Both were twins, and in the face they looked the exact same, only difference in them was that Aria had bright red hair while Drew had hair of blonde but leaning somehow towards a very light shade of blue. The girl's both looked at him with slight surprise, "You mean you are like the guy in all those bedtime stories you read us? Do you kill dragons?" David laughed and shook his head, "No, I am have not. I assure you if I do though you two will be the first to know." Rinsing Drew's hair one last time David got both girls out of the bath and dried them off. They shivered as he handed them their towels. Drew and Aria put on their underwear before slipping into their magnificent white dresses. David did not have to help them much at all, course he did not really have to start with, the girls were practically self-sufficient. "Alright you two, teeth brushed, you're clean, and fed. What do you say we head to the palace?" The girls jumped up and down in happiness before David looked to his clothes, he was in a sweaty button-up shirt and working pants. So having them wait in the main room of the apartment he went back into his room and got dressed in his white pants, pulled his boots on, and began buttoning his overcoat before coming his grain hair to the right of his head. Pleased with his look he strapped his sword to his waist on its belt and left the room. Collecting the girls now the three of them left the apartment and locked it. From there it was only a hop, a skip, and a leap to the castle, they'd arrive there in only a short few minutes. It certainly caught the attention of those on the walkways to see Sir Pen dragon, the Prince's own Royal Guard, walking with small princess like girls holding onto each hand and singing. It was the first time he'd gone out in public with them in uniform, every other time he actually blended in with the crowd. He knew this was going to start rumors, which was going to probably earn him a reprimanding from his superiors, but how else was he going to watch the girls for the day? He needed to see the queen and fast, else this was going to snowball and be well worse than it was already. Fort Pinewood, Silver Pines Major-General Winfield Armstrong General Winfield slowly woke up, getting his old body up, and independently dressing himself up. After a few or minutes, finally put on his right, then left boot, and his borne hat, and eventually walked out of his quarters. As he walked out, he was saluted by two Soldiers, and he, saluted back, and carried on. He made his way up to the clay and cobblestone walls, where he approached his Second in command, Brigade Joseph Philips, who, along with 4 other soldiers, hauled off 6 dead Ballerina bodies to be burned. He saluted him, and the Brigade saluted his General, and asked his subordinate a few questions." Mr. Joseph, how many Ballerinas attacked us last night?" he asked in a stern, old voice. Joseph replied calmly."Twenty-three, sir, but we heard more howling from beyond the forest line, and I think when I was using the 20. Pounder from the wall, I saw a bloody White Ballerina!" he finished, and Winfield replied." Shite, and how many men did we lose last night?" Winfield asked with some regret for even asking." Well sir, because now Private Jones forgot to light the Silver Nitrate before he left post, the Ballerinas got in, and, well thirty men were slaughtered sir." he said rather scared. Winfield twitched, and turned his back towards the Brigade, and replied, coldly." Then, you are going to man the Silver Nitrate lamps tonight, and make sure it is lit, or you're going to end up like those thirty men, Brigade!" he yelled as he went back his quarters, and slammed the door so hard, the Ballerinas in the forest could hear." Bloody damn fool! Damn that bastard Logan and his damn bloody Royal Guards! He said as pushed the bottle of inc, map, candle, compass and quill off his desk, and then picked up a bottle of Wine, and threw it at the door, shattering the bottle. After a minute, he calmed down, sat on his bed, and covered his face with his trembling hands." This whole damn Nation is collapsing because of Logan, and I, the only bastard who wants to speak for the people is going to die because bloody Ballerinas! He murmured to himself, as he stood up, and looked at the Royal flag if Albion." This nation, needs a revolution. He said as he fixed his borne, and recollected himself, and walked out of his quarters again. Dolly Ash winder"Chaos, pass me the wrench!" the woman at the table called to another young man with his brown hair tied into a low ponytail. The girl had her short red hair tied in a spiky ponytail and her court gown changed for a pair of work trousers and a large loose jacket. She was seated at a table filled with parts and tools, tinkering with looked like a large metal glove. Chaos walked over and planted a kiss on his wife's cheek, his darkly green eyes much different from his wife's pale green ones, the color of frosted bottle glass." So babe, are you done with that gauntlet yet? I'm sure that Arias wants to see you now and can wait for his gauntlet tomorrow. You two are like brother and sister after all." the young nobleman said. Dolly kissed her husband back and pulled on her welding mask, lighting the blow torch in her hand. "Arias is my best friend which is why I want to make these upgrades the best. He knows he can just come in, but don't interrupt my work." she said as she worked. Lily Faille"Alright you, you've had enough." Lily pried the empty mug away from the obviously drunk man, poking his face with a plump, ringed finger. The man frequented her bar for a while now, an ex-soldier with scruffy brown hair he seemed pretty down and didn't leer at her like most of the men did but she wasn't going to let him drink himself into a stupor." Daisy, bring the stew out with some bread and a shot of mugwort!" she called. A young woman stepped out, beautiful, curvy and blonde with the same eyes as Lily came put with the plate and glass. The spicy stew should wake him up and extract of mugwort was a hangover cure. ChiemiA young woman was in an East Asian style carriage that was rolling its way toward the Bower stone Market right now, she sat in the back concealed with bamboo and silk folding blinds as she traced the ornate crane pattern on the sleeve of her favorite kimono. It was deep indigo and had the pale blue obi, and the cranes were a symbol of good luck, and she felt like she would need it. Because she was going to meet her future husband for the first time, arranged marriages for princesses were the way of the world so she wasn't unprepared. She had her duty drilled into her head from childhood and this was for her people, she'd do anything for them. But her biggest worry was her betrothed King Logan, by all accounts he was a good man and ruler and at first she was excited when she got his picture. Handsome and king maybe she could grow to love him, and then the rumors spread. About him turning into a tyrant, a mad king, a cruel and despotic paranoid shell of what he once was. There were even rumors of revolts breaking out, what kind of man was she going to? She would do her duty and hoped she would do some good, but what king was he if the people did turn on him so violently? What husband would he be to her, what father to his family? Cabell stretched in his feathered, after stretching sufficiently he flung his linen sheet to the ground, the servants would soon clean it up anyway. He got up and exchanged his bed clothes for skin-tight leather shirt and trousers. He admired himself in the mirror, he quite enjoyed how the clothes emphasized his muscles. But of course he wasn't going out into the palace dressed as a common brigand. No, now he needed to add his armor, first his chain mail shirt, then his batons, followed by Greaves, Poland and fan plates to protect his knees, cuisses to protect upper legs, chain mail skirt to protect his vital areas and upper legs. Breastplate to protect his chest and back with assets attached by leather to offer further protection. To protect his arms gauntlets, embraces, cerebrate and cauldrons and finally a great helm. All of which the best quality steel, painted gold with engravings and a dragons the symbol of House Race sitting on top of his helm along with a red plume. He again admired himself in the mirror, while the armor may be considered archaic by some, Cabell was of the philosophy that a faceless man in plate armor was more intimidating to the rabble than the common redcoat. He strapped his long sword to his side, it had yet to taste blood, but hopefully that would change soon, standing still by the King all day wasn't exactly exhilarating or worthy of respect, he wanted to go kill some rebels that would earn him some respect, he was only known as the Race's second son with no great accomplishments to his name and that was something his ego couldn't abide. After standing still staring at his sword for a few moments he snapped out of it with a quick shake of his helmed head he grabbed his red and green shield emblazoned with the Race dragon. Again archaic weaponry but it had been around for centuries and would surely be more useful than one of those slow rifles, especially in a palace. Besides ranged weapons were for peasants, nobles would keep using honorable weaponry that required skill, namely swords. He exited his modest in his mind but extravagant in the servants' apartment. After travelling to the Kings bedchamber and not finding him there, he accosted a nearby servant for his location, Cabell allowed himself a grin as the servant could barely get the words out. Eventually he told him quite fearfully that he had gone to the main entrance chamber, Cabell of course made haste to that location, these were tumultuous times and King was little loved by the rabble and needed every guard he could get in Ca dells opinion. He arrived to find all the royal family present, spotting Logan in his red and crown he made to stand behind him, close enough to intervene if any rabble laid hands on him but far enough to give him personal space. Damion Damion grunted a bit as he felt himself being poked in the face. He reached for his sword instinctually before realizing that it wasn't there anymore. You're not a soldier anymore you fool, just some pathetic drunk He then turned toward Lilly the barmaid, glaring at her a bit before merely shrugging. "Thought you innkeepers wanted to sell all the alcohol ya could." He said matter-of-factly. He then watched a pretty young blonde woman coming through the kitchen bringing the items Lilly had asked for. Damion didn't touch any of it, merely looking up at Lilly. "What's all this?" He asked her suspiciously. Trusting wasn't really in his nature anymore. Even pretty barmaids usually have some kind of ulterior motive hiding behind their kindness. Capt. Paul Edge comb "The Gallery", Captain's Lodge, Bower stone Industrial The acrid aroma of cordite permeated the air as explosions erupted around Paul, who was hurriedly barking orders for his men to retreat whilst he haphazardly fired upon the enemy lines. BANG! BANG! BANG! Firing shot after shot in quick succession, Paul attempted to allow the Royal Army enough time to fall-back in good order. Growing evermore concerned that his voice was being drowned out by the cacophony of battle, Paul turned to gesture for them to fall back when an almighty blast flung him across the battlefield. BOOM! HI's limp body landed with a resounding THUD! Paul's head darted backwards and struck a rock before slouching to one side. Warm blood began to pool around his head forming a halo of red and an agonizing sensation shot through his entire body when he attempted to move his right leg. Glancing down to inspect the injury, Paul glimpsed a large piece of shrapnel protruding from his thigh before the darkness crept upon him, and he fell into a deep slumber. He awoke suddenly: amidst the hysterical throes of a seizure; drenched from head-to-toe in sweat and clutching at the bedcovers: breathing erratically. Rosa, Paul's lover and current companion, took him in her arms in an earnest embrace and began to rock backwards and forwards whilst singing a soothing lullaby." Hush, little baby, don't say a word. Mama's going to buy you a mockingbird And if that mockingbird won't sing, Mama's going to buy you a diamond ring And if that diamond ring turns brass, Mama's going to buy you a looking glass And if that looking glass gets broke, Mama's going to buy you a billy goat And if that billy goat won't pull, Mama's going to buy you a cart and bull And if that cart and bull turn over, Mama's going to buy you a dog named Rover And if that dog named Rover won't bark Mama's going to buy you a horse and cart And if that horse and cart fall down, You'll still be the sweetest little baby in town." As Rosa's sweet song ended, Paul's violent tremors ceased and his hectic panting slowed. She eased him gently into an upright position against the bed's headboard and went to retrieve his wooden leg from where it had been propped up against the wall the night before. Rosa brought him his prosthetic limb and helped him to reattach it, ignoring his muffled groans. "The... thank you, Rosa... I don't know what I'd do without you," she took a damp cloth and began to mildly massage Paul's forehead. "You'd be lost without me, love," she said, smiling coyly. Paul reciprocated her smile with one of his own and began to lightly caress her cheek with his hand whilst gazing into her eyes. "You must know Rosa that I... I dotrulylove you," she stopped massaging his forehead with the cloth, presumably taken aback by Paul's abrupt confession and met his gaze. They least in and their lips met. As the first lights of dawn streaked in through the window, illuminating their nude forms, Paul withdrew from their tender kiss. "I can't do this today, I have a meeting with the King and I wouldn't want to be late," Rosa looked disappointed. "Not even enough time for a quickie?" Paul laughed at her proposal. "No, I'm sorry, I'm expected quite early at the palace," she rolled off of him and onto the bed and her back. "Hmph! Always so busy," Paul swung his legs over the side of the bed and carefully stood up, using the wall to help steady himself. Continuing to do so, Paul crossed the room to where he'd abandoned his walking stick and, with an almighty groan, bent down to pick it up. Now capable of balancing without the aid of Rosa or a wall, he made his way to the window. Without turning to face her, Paul began to speak. "I'm here on important business, Rosa, you of all people should know that," before she could interrupt, Paul continued. "I know I haven't been able to see you as much, now I'm working at Raven scar and all, but that doesn't lessen my love for you," he turned, the full extent of his injury being revealed in his nakedness. Rosa rolled over onto her side, one hand propping up her head and another resting on her navel, displaying her beautiful body in all of its glory. "Are you sure you can't spare sometime," she said, smirking and tracing the contours of her belly with her index finger. Paul felt himself... stirring and attempted to resist the temptation but eventually capitulated; casting aside his cane and launching himself at Rosa. The muffled sounds of moaning and grunting could be heard by passers-by on the adjacent street. Arabella Skull sorrow, Blood stone Arabella never really had a place to call home or a connection to anyone. She preferred it that way. As a professional criminal, having loose ends could prove disastrous. Having someone close to you can be very risky in her type of business. There is always a risk that someone could eat you out and end up in jail or worse. Arabella had much personal reason for wanting to distance herself. The one person that she had an emotional connection to died three years ago. Since then, she had a crippling fear of people getting close to her. Adorabella walked through the main street of Blood stone, moving among the locals. Her outfit was a dark contrast to colorful attire of the citizens of Blood stone. She wore a black corset with red lace over a black, long sleeve shirt. Dark leather bracers protected her forearms. Her legs were covered with black skintight leather pants and calf high boots. To top off her "child of the shadows" look, Arabella wore a dark cloak and hood over her head and body. As far as equipment is concerned, all she had was a leather satchel to hold her" prizes". She also didn't carry any type of bladed weapon on her person, preferring to use the skills in her own hands. Adorabella wasn't just out for a nice stroll through town, she was on business, business being robbing people blind. She wasn't targeting merchants or commoners, she was hitting the mayor of Blood stone. As usual, the mayor was walking through town on his daily greeting of his citizens. As Arabella walked past the mayor, she pretend to bump into him by accident. "Oh sorry, mayor." Arabella said as she continued to walk past. The Mayor looked oddly at the woman before walking away as well. Arabella smiled mischievously as she held a golden key in her hand. Adorabella made her way to the Mayor's mansion on the edge of the town. Several guards patrolled the ground, and it was certain that more would be inside. Knowing that she simply can't walk through the front door, she snuck around to the back. She spotted an entryway to the mansion in the form of a vine covered wall leading to a window. Arabella quickly ran across the open yard to the wall, carefully timing it so she could get across the gap in the patrolling guards. Once at the wall, she used her expert agility to scurry up the wall before the guards doubled back again. Now she was inside the mansion. Arabella silently moved through the halls as quiet as a mouse. It didn't take her long to find what she was looking for, the mayor's bedroom. Slowly opening the door, she peeked in and found the room empty. She immediately spotted her target, the safe holding the Mayor's personal belongings. Arabella entered the room and quietly closed the door. She walked over to the safe and using the key she pickpocketed off of the mayor, opened it. Inside, she found several bags of gold coins, a gold pocket watch and several documents with an unusual seal on it. Satisfied with what she saw, Arabella quickly stuffed the safe's contents into her satchel. Suddenly, the door to the room swung open. Arabella quickly spun around to find the mayor standing in the doorway. " What are you doing here? Guards!!" The Mayor yelled out. Arabella quickly grabbed a silver dish on a nearby table and flung it at the mayor, hitting him in the head. The Mayor fell to the floor, just two guards burst into the room. " Halt Thief!!" They yelled out just as Arabella jumped out of the window. She landed on the balcony and quickly jumped to the ground. She quickly ran to the stables in a hale of crossbow fire. Arabella mounted the mayor's prized stallion and took off. She headed towards the marsh, hoping to escape and make her way to Bower stone. The castle before David was wondrous and beautiful as he strode into the garden. Helping the girls up the steps he entered into the main hall and inquired to the Queen's location. He was told where she was, and he thanked the guard, it would some time before he got there and by then the Queen most likely would have gone elsewhere, so he decided to check on the palace defenses and try to find Arias." Captain of the Guard," David strode up to the uniformed guard and gave a brief salute, "do I have your permission to inspect the men guarding this castle?" Knights were not part of the Army, they acted more as a special asset devoted solely to the royal family, but in garrison they fell under the same capacity as the royal guards and simply acted as high ranking officers. The captain agreed and David picked up a clipboard and some paper from the guard barracks on the other side of the castle. The guards at all entrances were exceptional, but the interior guards were lacking, he let them off with a warning as things seemed peaceful this morning, but he could not let it happen again. To be honest David was not too disappointed, after all it had been a long time since the palace guards were actually needed, everyone seemed to be too afraid to attack the king. Those dissenters seemed to vanish in the night or, even worse, be openly executed for treason. David shrugged at the thought though, anarchists will always do what they do which is start rumors, difference was most of the rumors he'd heard he knew as true, Hell he gave the orders to one firing squad himself - as that thought stabbed into his mind David tried to dismiss it, the man had been a traitor to the nation, nothing more. Right now he needed to get this report to Arias and then see the queen, he figured it best to get there promptly too since last he heard a princess was to be coming in today. With both girls in tow David tried to move quickly to the front of the palace, they were not keeping up well though so he attached the clipboard to his belt and grabbed both girls up in his arms, holding them by their waists he began running through the corridors with every bit of effort he could muster. Coming into the main hall he saw Arias and the queen, he had actually entered in through the door on the other side of the room and not seen them at all. Skidding to a halt he sat both girls down, "Alright, now I am going to go hand this report in and talk to the queen and prince, please stay right here, understood?" The girls nodded their heads as they watched David walk off towards the queen and prince." Your majesties," He stopped several feet away and saluted, "Arias, I would usually hand this to you, but since you got ninety-nine of problems and a girl is about to be one I graciously hand this to you, my queen." David pulled the clipboard from its secure spot on his belt and bowed while handing it to the queen. "I did a standing report of the guard staff on hand today and found all exterior and entrance posts exceptional while the interior posts seemed to be lacking. It appears in my absence the men have grown lax." The boy smiled, his face was up towards the queen despite his body being angled at a bend closer to straight over than standing up, over years he'd mastered the art of how to bow and not talk to the ground when giving report, that was disrespectful to the monarch after all. Era and a few of his men were sneaking through the forests of Silver pines, ballerinas were known to also stalk these forests and Era was going to purge them from this land. A total of 12 additional men were with him wearing the standard monastic clothing with pieces of armor seemingly placed randomly about. Clockwork rifles readied for anything these forests could throw at them though hunting ballerinas did make the others a little jaded, Era seemed to distant and not all that considered with safety as he effortlessly moved through the forests, making next to no noise. Raising a hand up to stop the movements of his men Era gestured to the Albion Army encampment, taking notice of the corpses, more human deaths than ballerina deaths could be observed by all the group." I think it's time to get the army on our side." Era said standing up and began walking towards the army encampment yelling out "Hey do you need any extra manpower dealing with these Shadow bastards?" His men slowly filtering behind him, rifles pointed down as they looked at the army men wondering how they would react to them. As for Era he was seemingly staring off to space, his hood down revealing his messed up hair. Era felt there was no reason to hide his identity from the soldiers as they could probably already tell who he was, or at least the group as there are not all that many groups of roaming Light monks armed to the teeth, so there was no reason for the hood. While the King, Queen, and Prince all stood in waiting for the foreign princess to arrive, they saw Sir David arrive and greet them. Arias saw his personal guard and friend and smiled. "David, it's been a week since we've seen each other! Where have you been?" The prince asked curiously and then rolled his eyes when he mistakenly thought he was to be married. "Jeez David, you've been gone too long." The prince joked. "I'm not to be married, it's Logan who is." The prince said as David handed the report to the Queen. Logan frowned deeply at hearing the castle was unsafe." Isn't it your responsibility to ensure that the Castle remains secure?" He demanded of Sir David with a suspicious look. Headache been during the week that had past? Queen Alisa spoke up in an attempt to shield David from the King's wrath. "My son, it is nothing we can't fix and David was the one who noticed the problem in the first place. We have so many guard commands watching the castle, it is only natural that a few may need tending to." She said trying to calm her son before turning back to David, "Thank you for the report Sir David, I shall review it as soon as I can, and we will discuss the necessary changes later." BowerstoneSirWalter Beckon the King's royal guard rode through the city towards the dock with two guards on each side, each riding on horseback. Everything was calm at the moment, but there was a clear tension in the city. The war had been difficult on everyone, and the martial law put in place by Logan and his military governors was not making it any easier on the people. Sir Walter sighed deeply, missing his old friend King Sparrow. If he was here, he would be able to fix everything. But no, Walter could not look backwards, only forward. He made a promise to the old king that he would protect his children in his absence and that what he would do. Even if it meant protecting one of them from himself. He had hoped things would get better for, but the headaches, the delusions they were only getting worse. Meanwhile, the kingdom was suddenly shattering into pieces, and it needed help, it needed a hero. He decided there was only one way he could keep his promise and keep both children alive. It might end up getting them both killed, but they would certainly die anyway if he didn't try. He forced himself out of his own thoughts as he and his men approached the docks, where they DAW a finely dressed woman who seemed to be waiting for someone. She was the Princess of Samarkand, soon to be the Queen of Albion herself. Walter admitted he was worried about how Logan might handle a marriage in his present state, but thought hopefully that new company and a companion to take care of him might help him. Walter stopped his horse nearby and his men followed suit. He hopped down and walked toward the Princess, bowing when he arrived in front of her. "Your highness, it is an honor to meet you. I am Walter Beck. Knight of the Royal Albion Guard. I'm here to escort you to the castle." He told her as one of his Ken offered up his horse for her to ride. Looking directly at Logan the gentle knight kept eye contact, though he got an odd sense from those eyes, to him, they looked hard and cold, they felt like the eyes of a murderer." My king, I've not been here to work my post, my apologies, I believed I had the understanding of not only the queen mother and my commander, but you as well. Last I checked though training and maintaining the elite guard fell directly and solely upon your shoulders, I aid them when they need it, taking out the trash in the courtyard at night," he made sure that meaning got across to Logan, he ensured that every bit of venom in that phrase seeped into his soul, "and so forth; but I was sworn to oath by King Sparrow to protect Prince Arias, and in the event of King Sparrows death I was sworn to serve as the Queen's knight; I am a servant above all else, me'lord, but I was not assigned to your detail." David's face was hard as stone, his words fiery as the flames of Hell, yet his eyes were fiercest of all, in those swirling spheres of oceanic blue and sky faring gray could be caught the resolve of one who'd not be pushed around by a tyrant, in him one could see the burning will of King Sparrow and the teaches of Sir Walter, the two men that had turned him from vagrant to knight; the resolve of one man able to face insurmountable odds with the faith and determination of an army. Looking away from Logan he smiled to Arias, "You do have to forgive me, dear brother, you see I actually have something," he felt a tug on his side, turning to his left it was the girls, they had flour on them though." Daddy, there is a girl in the kitchen who says she knows you, her name is Molly." David gave a sideways glance back to Arias and the queen, his face was still directed at the girls though, he was debating what was worse, the delivery of the news explaining why he was out for a week or the sudden exposure of his clandestine love life." Well, this is about as smooth as a ballerina's rear end..." He smiled to the queen, but then sudden looked back to his daughters, "Hold up, you two left this room? You disturbed the royal kitchen? Apologize to the queen, you do not just wander around someone's home like that." Aria and Drew both curtsied to the queen and apologized with their heads bowed." But we were bored and smelled food. Your cooking was dreadful." David cocked his head slightly hurt at that statement, "Well I am sorry I was taught to cook by a drunkard whose answer to everything was ale." He shook his head and turned back to the queen, "I am sorry, me'lady, I honestly did have a better plan of how to say all this. These are my daughters, Aria Marie and Drew Elizabeth. Before you match their ages to mine though, they are not mine by blood; actually it is kind of a funny story..." He looked to the girls as they hugged onto his legs." I am sorry, to all three of you, for missing a week of my duty, there is no excuse, but I do have a duty to these two now, and while I am a knight I'm also now a father." He placed his gloved hands a top the girls' heads. "Which is why I have to ask you, my queen, is there any way at all my girls can be allowed to spend time with your hand maidens? I know it is a lot to ask for as a knight, but I have got to be able to do my job here where I am needed, and I simply cannot leave these two home alone in such dangerous times." David seemed to have lost some of his edge, he was not standing perfectly straight, and instead was relaxed now, usually he was the perfect example of a knight to the smallest of details and yet here he was showing actual emotion in his words and at ease to the point of smiling, before he had shown emotion of course, but the kind that one would program into a machine, the kind of emotion that seemed so scripted. Anyone who knew David could tell at a single glance that he had learned the true meaning of being a knight, it was not just being willing to lay down your life for your fellow man, he now had something truly worth fighting for, a purpose of his own aside from the sword upon his hip, and that made all the difference. Holy Empire of Avalon wrote:-Snip-Logan merely glared back at David but said nothing, Turing back to look forward calmly that hid his simmering anger.Meanwhile, Arias and Queen Alisa were quote surprised when two little girls came running up and calling David "daddy". "You're a father?" Arias asked in shock. Quite surprised that he had no idea about this part of his personal guard and friend's life. Alisa nodded at both the girls and David's apology. "Of course David, my staff can take care of them while you are on duty. I am surprised you have not told us before that you children however? We will have to discuss this later, I wish you would have told us sooner." The queen said, surprised at one of their most loyal knights keeping such a secret. "Perhaps later when you catch us up on the details, we can discuss a more permanent arrange that would make things easier for you." Tonia wrote:Holy Empire of Avalon wrote:-Snip-Logan merely glared back at David but said nothing, Turing back to look forward calmly that hid his simmering anger. Meanwhile, Arias and Queen Alisa were quote surprised when two little girls came running up and calling David "daddy". "You're a father?" Arias asked in shock. Quite surprised that he had no idea about this part of his personal guard and friend's life. Alisa nodded at both the girls and David's apology. "Of course David, my staff can take care of them while you are on duty. I am surprised you have not told us before that you children however? We will have to discuss this later, I wish you would have told us sooner." The queen said, surprised at one of their most loyal knights keeping such a secret. "Perhaps later when you catch us up on the details, we can discuss a more permanent arrange that would make things easier for you." Air seemed to escape David like a balloon as he finally exhaled, "Thank you so much, my queen." The knight turned to his daughters, "Now, I am going to go do my job now. There is a princess coming so not bother the king, queen, or the prince. If you do then I will torture you with my cooking." David stuck his tongue out to the girls before kneeling down and smiling brightly at them, "I love you both, now be safe and make sure to obey the queen, if she needs help you help her out. I am deputizing you as mini-knights." He saw two mops leaned against the wall along with accompanying dry buckets, they must have already mopped the floor and cleaned the utensil's off. Walking back he handed the girls the mops that were twice the size of them and put the buckets on their heads, he saluted them and the girls saluted back with such gusto that Arias actually knocked the bucket off her head, "Aye sir! We will protect the queen." David bowed to the queen, "Mi'lady, I leave you in the capable hands of my two finest, should hey give you any trouble though come get me, I'll straighten the recruits out promptly." Aria and Drew waved to their father as he walked off and the last thing David saw was the girls walking back and forth in two straight linear paths along the wall nearest the queen, they bumped buckets though and fell onto the ground, so they elected to just stand a couple feet back behind her. He prayed they did not give her much trouble, the prayer was for their sake though, he may not have been a very stern parent, but he could break He'll loose at any time he needed to do so. Doing a check over of the castle one more time he straightened some men out and at one point he had gotten up in a lad's face and shouted after he dropped his loaded rifle while trying to do a patrol, that same soldier nearly cried, but he learned to hold a better grip on that rifle too. Sir David awaited happily the return of Walter, he had not seen his mentor and friend for a week, though it would still be a full day's shift before they could drink, David then remembered he had the girls, he was notorious for getting drunken badly from one mug; with a depressed sigh he turned a corridor in the hallway and continued on. One week and the guards had relaxed, he was furious, these boys used to be the pride of Albion, now they were the pride of the local pub! Capt. Paul Edge comb "The Gallery", Bower stone Industrial"White!" Stepping over the threshold of his urban residence and out onto the street, Paul stood in a dollop of dog excrement. A nearby beggar laughed at the captain's misfortune and, in turn, Paul glowered at him, "Oh! So ye think that's funny, do you?" The beggar's laughter ceased. "Sorry sir, I... I... I meant no offense, s... sir," Paul's seething expression softened, and he begrudgingly accepted the beggar's humble apology. "Humph! Well, don't ye be doing it again, alright (pronounced all·rate)?" The beggar nodded in acknowledgement of Paul's chastisement whilst the latter inspected the sole of his shoe, attempting to assess the damage done by the errant dog excrement. ’S... sir? Do you want somethin' (pronounced some·fin) to clean that mess up?" Paul momentarily mulled over the beggar's proposal before eventually accepting. "Alright (pronounced all·rate) then, I'll take you up on yer offer, but ye better (glottal stop, pronounced be'er) not be pullin' my leg," the beggar began rummaging about his person and, in doing so, revealed himself to be an ex-soldier: a veteran. The instantly recognizable red, albeit a bit faded, coat of the Royal Army denoted his previous profession. "You were (pronounced) in the King's service?" Paul said, gesturing to the man's threadbare uniform. "That I was sir, that I was...," he temporarily trailed off as he produced a dirty rag, which he promptly passed to Paul. "... Corporal Reginald S. Hobson, 14thRegiment, Light Infantry: the King's Own... me mates just' call mere," Paul wiped the canine crap off of his shoe and discarded the dirty rag. "Well then Reg, this is for (pronounced) yer service... to me and Albion," Paul tossed him a guinea and was about to leave when something caught his eye. Across the River Bower, at the city's docks, Paul witnessed a man, flanked by two guards, greet an ornately garbed woman as she disembarked a ship. "Reg? Do ye know who that there woman be?" Reg squinted in the direction that Paul was pointing. "Her? Well, I'd bet two shilling's that she's 'ere for the King's weddin',"hmm, A royal wedding? How hadn't he heard of this? "The King's gettin' wed, t'her?" "Yes, sir, everyone 'round 'ere knows 'bout it... you have been livin' under a rock or somethin'?" Paul allowed a slight smile to spread across his otherwise humorless face. "Somethin' like that." Dolly finely cleaned up and set the gauntlet aside. "Let's go see Arias, he's probably missing me or something." she said before heading off to get ready. Wearing a silver dress that shimmered with many tiny crystals she brushed up her scruffy ponytail as Chaos walked out wearing a fine gray suit and a violet waistcoat." Shall we go, m'lady?" he bowed. Dolly laughed and took his arm as the two strode to the court. Chiemi looked at Sir Walter as he approached and introduced himself, he said that he was part of the group of men that were to take her to the king." Well, thank you then Sir. I'm Chief Fujiwara, daughter of Samarkand's emperor." she said as they headed toward the palace. She looked around, she wasn't home anymore that was for sure. Well thus was home now she guessed. "Sir Beck, tell me a little about the king? What's he like, are the rumors true?" she asked him. The royal family continued to wait for the arrival of the foreign princess, though Logan had got impatient and went off to discuss the situation on the Edge lands war front with his generals. Meanwhile, Arias saw Dolly and Chaos approaching and a bright smile came upon his fast. Dolly had been his best friend for as long as he could remember. He had been a bit suspicious of her husband Chaos for a short while, but only because he was so because he was so protective of Dolly." Took you two long enough." He said with a grin as he approached and gave Dolly a big hug before pulling away and offering his hand to Chaos to shake. "We're just waiting for Logan's new betrothed to show up." He told the couple after greeting them. Queen Alisa smiled as well as she took a step toward the couple to greet them. "Lord Chaos, Lady Dorothy, it's great to see both of you. The queen said with a kind smile. As they rode toward the castle, Sir Walter heard the princess' question and wasn't surprised by it. No doubt the young woman had heard all the rumors about the King of Albion. That he was losing his mind, that he had been possessed, that he was a bloodthirsty tyrant... etc. He took a small pause before answering. "The king is... troubled your highness. I will not lie that his behavior has changed recently. You have a right to know after all. The stress of ruling is getting to him, and he has grown cold and distant, even from his own family." He told her truthfully. He continued though, "Don't take this to mean that he is an evil man your highness. I have known Logan for all his life. He is a good man at heart, even if that good man is buried at the moment." He told her as they finally arrived at the castle, the sun shining brightly on the well-kept stone that was surrounded by beautiful arrays of flowers and statues. Furthermore, he dismounted and moved to help the princess if she needed it. "Come your highness, the royal family awaits." He told her as they're heading inside. Logan had now returned, it didn't seem that the meeting had raised his spirits at all as he stood silently, his back straight as he held his usual dutiful posture. He was a handsome man, if a bit stiff and rigid. Walter stepped into the castle and bowed before the royal family, "May I present the Princess of Samarkand." He said, moving into the room and giving Chief space to enter. Arias looked at the girl who came in. She was quite pretty, though he wasn't used to the clothes that she wore. He thought it was wrong to think that way about the woman who would marry his brother. Logan looked toward her and spoke politely. "Hello your highness, it is a pleasure to meet you." He told her, though his voice sounded a bit stiff. The Queen then stepped forward to the princess and gave her a warm, welcoming smile knowing she must be nervous. "Hello Princess Chief, it is wonderful to welcome you to our home. May I saw, your outfit is quite beautiful." The queen said, her compliment sincere. David watched the princess arrive from the high balcony, none of his guards moved to accompany her though, he had specifically given orders that the exterior guards follow her up to the castle. Furious the lad found the slope of the roof and slid down the stone tiles, hitting the top of a wall he grabbed a vine in the garden and rode it down. He approached each pair of guards, in total there were about twelve, one in front of each of the pillars in the entrance garden, and ordered that they follow him. Aligning them along the palace porch he also stationed some just inside the entrance way, while it was a good show most of this was actually a security measure. Walking past the princess and royals he bowed before bumping into another guard, "Oh for sake of light, what?" Sir David realized he had shouted that quite loud, nodding apologetically to the royals and visiting princess he craned his ear to the guard, "You are trying to joke, right? He lost his rifle? It is broad daylight, if you cannot find it I am sure it is up his ass!" He ordered the guard off, he could tell stress was going to kill him, these guards were the worst kind of stupid - the incompetent kind. With his duty finished for now though he returned to the queen's right hand, he stood just to her right, a position from which she only had to lean her head the slightest to give him orders. "Mi'lady, I feel horrible to interrupt and will keep this brief," he whispered to her ear, the side of his cheek faced her head while most of the back of his head faced everyone else, "I am staying as your personal knight for the remainder of the day, something feels wrong in the air." He turned back to Arias, the Princess, and Logan, Logan was a lucky man, his bride to be was beautiful, David gave a curt bow but said nothing; he was not really even sure if she noticed him, that was fine though, right now he could not ignore that strange feeling in his stomach. It felt dangerous. He hoped he was wrong, but this was starting to feel like a day when evil would present itself in more than just a marketplace day mugging. Aria and Drew both hugged his legs as he patted their heads, they had done their jobs, and he was proud, he would definitely have to thank the queen later. Arabella spent the past couple of hours riding through the marsh on the way to Bower stone. She didn't have very much trouble avoiding the dangerous creatures that inhabited its dark waters. Being a common escape route for her, Arabella knew all its secrets. She really didn't mind the marsh too much, guessing that the two had a lot in common with each other, being dark, mysterious, and dangerous. At one point in time, Arabella and Baden had a small cottage deep in the marsh where they would hide out during heists. Those times have long past and Arabella is afraid of going back there again. Once out of the marsh, Arabella decided to ditch the horse at the crossroads outside Bower stone. She then walked the rest of the way to the city. She had a little trouble getting into the gate. Ever since the King imposed martial law, the guard personnel doubled and became very thorough as to who gets in or out. She took off her hood as she approached the gate. She then handed her false papers to one of the guards standing there. One of her many false names was Meredith Previous, a farmer from Bright wall. As usual, her well falsified documents got her into the city without any trouble. As she walked through the gate, Arabella saw her own wanted poster on the stone wall, along with several others. Of course, the only had a picture with half her face covered by her hood and no name, either little for people to know who she was. What was even more amusing is that her bounty was only 1000 gold. She thought that was pretty insulting, figuring she was worth at least 3000 gold. Adorabella walked immediately to the local tavern, where she was supposed to meet her client. As soon as she walked in, she spotted a dark figure sitting in the corner of the tavern. The man's face was gaunt an eyes were hollow. His hair was as black as the night sky. Arabella sat down in the chair across from the man. " We you successful in acquiring what I asked for?" The man said, his voice as rough and hollow as his face. " Yup, I've got the goods right here." Arabella replied as she reached into her satchel and gave the man the documents from the Mayor's safe. " Excellent. Our mutual benefactor will be very pleased to have these papers." The man said as he put the documents in his coat. " How is that scurvy, old pirate?" Arabella said with a faint smile. " As well as a man in his position can be. Here is the payment we agreed upon, 500 pieces of gold plus whatever else you took from the safe." The man said as she tossed her the bag of gold. " Pleasure doing business with you." Arabella said as she took the bag and put it in her satchel. " How about a drink to celebrate our success in this venture?" The man said with a smile. " No, thank you. I don't like getting close to my clients. " Arabella refused. " I understand. Can't have too many friends in this business. Farewell, my fortune finds you in the near future." The man said before leaving the tavern. " What fortune?" Arabella muttered to herself. She then got up from the table and walked over to the bar. " A mug of beer." Arabella said to the bartender as she sat down. Tonia wrote:The royal family continued to wait for the arrival of the foreign princess, though Logan had got impatient and went off to discuss the situation on the Edge lands war front with his generals. Meanwhile, Arias saw Dolly and Chaos approaching and a bright smile came upon his fast. Dolly had been his best friend for as long as he could remember. He had been a bit suspicious of her husband Chaos for a short while, but only because he was so because he was so protective of Dolly." Took you two long enough." He said with a grin as he approached and gave Dolly a big hug before pulling away and offering his hand to Chaos to shake. "We're just waiting for Logan's new betrothed to show up." He told the couple after greeting them. Queen Alisa smiled as well as she took a step toward the couple to greet them. "Lord Chaos, Lady Dorothy, it's great to see both of you. The queen said with a kind smile. As they rode toward the castle, Sir Walter heard the princess' question and wasn't surprised by it. No doubt the young woman had heard all the rumors about the King of Albion. That he was losing his mind, that he had been possessed, that he was a bloodthirsty tyrant... etc. He took a small pause before answering. "The king is... troubled your highness. I will not lie that his behavior has changed recently. You have a right to know after all. The stress of ruling is getting to him, and he has grown cold and distant, even from his own family." He told her truthfully. He continued though, "Don't take this to mean that he is an evil man your highness. I have known Logan for all his life. He is a good man at heart, even if that good man is buried at the moment." He told her as they finally arrived at the castle, the sun shining brightly on the well-kept stone that was surrounded by beautiful arrays of flowers and statues. Furthermore, he dismounted and moved to help the princess if she needed it. "Come your highness, the royal family awaits." He told her as they're heading inside. Logan had now returned, it didn't seem that the meeting had raised his spirits at all as he stood silently, his back straight as he held his usual dutiful posture. He was a handsome man, if a bit stiff and rigid. Walter stepped into the castle and bowed before the royal family, "May I present the Princess of Samarkand." He said, moving into the room and giving Chief space to enter. Arias looked at the girl who came in. She was quite pretty, though he wasn't used to the clothes that she wore. He thought it was wrong to think that way about the woman who would marry his brother. Logan looked toward her and spoke politely. "Hello your highness, it is a pleasure to meet you." He told her, though his voice sounded a bit stiff. The Queen then stepped forward to the princess and gave her a warm, welcoming smile knowing she must be nervous. "Hello Princess Chief, it is wonderful to welcome you to our home. May I saw, your outfit is quite beautiful." The queen said, her compliment sincere." Well, thank you for your answer. It's very sad what happened to him." Chief said as she rode toward the castle with the king's entourage. When they got to the castle she marveled at the beautiful but strange decor, it was like stepping into a new world. She smiled at the queen and curtsied, greeting her." Thank you my lady, it's called a kimono. Just a fancy robe really." she smiled and then looked at Arias." You must be Lord Arias, I'm Chief. I'd like to get to know you better, you'll be my brother soon so I'd like us to get along." Chief said, trying not to show her nervousness before finally turning to Logan. He looked like he hadn't smiled in his life and there was something in his eyes that made her shudder, he was frightening. He was handsome but, what about everything else." My lord, it's an honor to meet you at last. I'm Chief, as you know we're going to marry soon. I hope we actually get to know and understand each other before then." she managed. Juridic wrote:"Well, thank you for your answer. It's very sad what happened to him." Chief said as she rode toward the castle with the king's entourage. When they got to the castle she marveled at the beautiful but strange decor, it was like stepping into a new world. She smiled at the queen and curtsied, greeting her." Thank you my lady, it's called a kimono. Just a fancy robe really." she smiled and then looked at Arias. "You must be Lord Arias, I'm Chief. I'd like to get to know you better, you'll be my brother soon so I'd like us to get along." Chief said, trying not to show her nervousness before finally turning to Logan. He looked like he hadn't smiled in his life and there was something in his eyes that made her shudder, he was frightening. He was handsome but, what about everything else." My lord, it's an honor to meet you at last. I'm Chief, as you know we're going to marry soon. I hope we actually get to know and understand each other before then." she managed. Arias smiled kindly at the princess, as did Alisa who spoke as well, "Well, the fashion of your home is quite interesting. You will have to teach me more about it." The queen said to the girl who was to one day be her daughter-in-law. They both noticed the fear in her eyes when she turned to Logan, however. Arias winced a bit. It was clear she has heard the rumors. She was probably terrified of his older brother. Logan noticed the look as well, and couldn't help but feel a pang of distress. Was he a monster now? So much so that people were struck with fear just being in his presence? Even the woman who was to be his wife seemed terrified of him. Still, he kept his emotions as still as possible and spoke to her calmly. "It is an honor to meet you as well, lady Chief. May I say you look quite lovely this day. I will do my best to make your time here as pleasant as possible." He told her, not really sure what to say to a woman he was about to marry. "I have some business that needs to be attended to, but we may dine together tonight if you would like." He told his betrothed. He usually ate his meals alone, but since Chief was to be his wife, he knew he needed to spend time with her and get used to her company. "In the meantime, my younger brother can show you to where you will be staying. Farewell my lady." Logan said before heading off towards his war room for a meeting with his commanders regarding the Blood stone Rebellion. Arias turned towards Chief, "Well, I guess we should be off then, huh?" He said to her with a smile. "Come your highness. I can show you your room. It's a tower on the south side of the castle like mine."

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Empress of Taum-Verasaille and Deamonbane

She had first come to life fourteen centuries ago in a quiet village on the small island of Team. Simple peasants who used reed and bamboo boats to fish in the sea surrounding the island. They lived on the bounty of the sea and harvested rice and fruit and many other interesting things, including some insects and a wide variety of vegetables that grew wild or were cultivated. Her parents had been the humblest of peasants. Giving little More love and compassion in their daily life. They lived simply and with great reverence to what they called the Creator. She grew strong and energetic, swimming in the ocean and diving for pearls in the oyster beds. In this, her first life, she became aware of the importance of inner peace. It was to be her philosophy for the rest of her existence. On this tiny island was a Warlord who gathered tithing from the peasants to keep them safe from the marauding warlords of other islands nearby. His name was Gandhi Tingle, he had an army of fierce warriors who protected the tiny island. They rode horses into battle and had armor made from leather and silk, with some iron in strategic places. They carried long bananas that were wielded two-handed. The making of the swords was a near religious art, the smiths dedicating a month or more of careful smelting, forging and blessing the metal. Alloys of iron, copper and trace elements of secret knowledge passed from one generation to another made the swords nearly unbreakable, sharp enough to pierce steel or slice silk and leather equally. Often the swords were given names to enchant them with special powers. A name was considered a powerful indicator of great potential. A warrior earned his sword through sweat and meditation, performing deeds of humility as well as prowess with the sword. Dorje came upon a band of the warriors patrolling the island, when she met them she was afraid. Falling upon her knees she bowed to them in great humility. She knew of them and their proud traditions. To her great surprise, the warriors ignored her and went on their way. They were not patrolling to coddle peasants, but to protect them. She looked up to see them continuing down the road without so much as acknowledging her existence. She was only ten years old at the time, a mere child. She grew curious and followed them, not sure why she felt compelled to do so. After several miles she was still behind them. They traveled at a leisurely pace, it was easy for the energetic child to keep up. When they stopped, it was to camp for the evening. One lone warrior looked down the road to see her. His smile was warm, and he did not climb off his horse like the others. He turned to the captain and made some remark More could not hear. He then turned his horse back down the way they had come and galloped towards the young girl with some haste. She streaked down the road as if a devil chased her. Jumping over obstacles in the road and only hearing the pounding hooves of the horse coming closer. Her shame at being caught goaded her to run faster.Wide-eyed now in fear, More fled, thinking she had earned the warriors ire for following them. But of course even a swift runner could not run far with a horse chasing them. The laughing warrior called to her. “Do not be frightened little one. I will not harm you. I only seek to aid you, are you lost?” his voice warm and friendly. Dorje stopped as the white warhorse pounded in front of her, cutting off her escape. Panting from her exertion, More again fell to her knees and bowed. “I...meant...no offense... I was merely curious…” she gasped. The warrior chuckled and dismounted, leaning down to pull her to her feet with a gentle hand. “You do not need to bow to me, little one. I am merely Tumor, a warrior for the Great Warlord Gandhi Tingle. We are patrolling the roads, making sure those such as yourself and your family are safe from marauders. What is your name?” he knelt on one knee to be at eye level with her. In appearance Tumor was a typical warrior of the islands. Tall and strong, he boasted of a single Katina he named Pursue. His hair was coal-black, his eyes a warm brown. He was young, perhaps sixteen years, but he had been training as a warrior for ten years. Due to his youth, he was only a very junior warrior. He had been sent by the Captain to take the girl home.“More, I am just More. My family is in the small village to the east. Father is a fisherman and mother is tending to my baby sister.” she blushed as Tumor knelt beside her. She had been sent to gather herbs, and she had wasted precious time following the warriors. “I am supposed to be gathering herbs for my mother.” she swallowed in obvious guilt. Tamor chuckled and nodded. “You should gather some then and I will take you home. You must honor your mother and father. Do the tasks they assign you. They depend on you. Are you the oldest?” his chiding was gentle. He had been young not too long ago, and he knew how it was to get distracted. Dorje had a satchel hanging on her hip off her belt. It contained what she had found, and she knew it was not enough. Glancing around she spotted cattails and knew her mother needed them along with the watercress she knew would be growing nearby. “I will be just a minute! I see what I need over here.” Using her small belt knife she cut off the heads of the cattails and reached down to grab several handfuls of watercress in the pond next to them. Her mother would be happy with the find, and she would not be in too much trouble. Running back to the warrior she found him waiting patiently. He lifted her up to the saddle and vaulted up behind her. The great warhorse was patient and steady, obeying his master’s command. They rode a scant mile or two to the small village, and he stopped at the house she indicated. Dorje’s mother came out of the house when she heard the clatter, her face and apron dusted with flour. “More! What is this? You have found a stray warrior? You know we can’t keep him. Father would be displeased.” her eyes twinkled in merriment. She never knew what More would bring home. A stray puppy or kitten often or even a snake one day. Tamor laughed with great glee. “Does she do this often? I am Tumor, warrior of the Great Warlord, Ganglia Tingle. I must be getting back to my brothers. She is safe, and I hope you are not too hard on her. She was curious and followed us.” Naori laughed with the warrior, “No, she has never brought a warrior home to us, though I imagine it possible in a few years when she has blossomed. Thank you for bringing her home. May I offer you a small cake to reward your effort?” she would not take no for an answer. Tamor waited while More carefully got off the horse and deposited her found items on the ground for her mother’s inspection. She was blushing now as the thought of growing up might be just around the corner. She liked Tumor, he was kind to her. Before the young warrior had time to turn his horse and head back to his brother warriors, Maori had brought out a basket filled with freshly baked cakes filled with spices and frosted with honey. “Please take this basket I have made for all of you, in thanks for guarding us and bringing More home.” she handed him the basket and looked down at More. A smile told the young girl she had done well. Tamor was grateful for the cakes and bowed to the fine cook. “My brothers and I thank you, Maori. I will return the basket on our way back from the patrol.” He turned his horse and galloped off. It was not until much later in the week that news came. The entire patrol had been wiped out when marauders attacked the coastal village. A larger band of the Warlords army had repelled them, but not before the village had been hard-pressed to fight. The warriors had been brave enough to fight in the square until a courier had returned with help. Tumor had died from his wounds, but made a villager promise to return Maori’s basket.---------------------------More was confused and alone now. Her parents had been taken by a strange disease. She made her way to a Temple in the mountains of the island nation. She had no home and no way to earn a living. The Warlord had taken over the whole island and made it safe. But the economy of the land was poor and nearly impossible to keep up. Many rival Warlords had attacked and tried to take over the little island of Team. But Ganglia Tingle persevered, until he was too old to fight. Roaming bands of the once proud and fearless warriors had turned to banditry, left without a leader. They were fiercely competitive, and their leaders fought to gain a following to unite them once more in honor. One rose up who was fierce enough to gain a powerful reputation. His name was Helen the Fearless, and he carried a sword he had found in his village, buried with the remains of the warrior Tumor. It was not right to steal from the dead, and his followers did not know where he had gotten it. The sword was named Pursue by Tumor. But the proud Helen tried to give it another name. The sword was sharp and well cared for, but it had never been truly a great sword in his hands. Dorje had become a monk. Studying the ways of the Temple and learning to use the skills of hand-to-hand combat. She became very skilled with a staff as well. Her natural empathy made her a good healer. It soon became apparent she was very gifted. In time, she became the head of the healers and a powerful speaker for the Temple. Every day, she meditated and learned more it seemed just by sitting in silence and listening with her heart. When Helen rode to the Temple with a gathering of warriors, he made a great show of his prowess. He used the sword to chop off the heads of the sunflowers, he brandished it at the Gatekeeper and frightened the poor man to his knees. The monks were afraid of the warrior who was trying to become a Warlord. They called on More to plead with him to spare them all. He appeared to want to kill them all. Huelen rode into the courtyard and yelled loudly. “I am the Greatest warrior on all of Team! Fear me and kneel to my power!” he was so full of himself that the monks all simply bowed down. But it was More who came out and walked to the warrior and looked him in the eyes.“You are a warrior, but your sword does not speak to you.” she said quietly. “If you wish to become a Warlord it takes more than a sword.” Huelen was stunned. This monk in the plain orange robes of a Priestess had dared to speak to him in this way? He glared at her and urged his horse to run at her, intending on chopping off her head. To his great surprise the horse shied away before he could get close. “Stupid horse! I know you are better trained than that!” He reined the horse sharply around to make another pass. This time the horse reared in fright and bucked until the warrior flew from his saddle to land on his backside. Dorje had not moved, even as the horse bore down on her. She stood impassive and calm. The warriors with Helen were struggling not to laugh. One caught the runaway horse and led it back to Helen. The warrior Helen glared at the Priestess who stood looking at him with a blank expression. “How did you do that? Is it some magic you used on my horse? He has never done that before!” He got up and dusted himself off and grabbed the reins of his horse. The calm brown eyes of the Priestess regarded him with wisdom. “Your horse is smarter than you are. He knows he cannot harm me. Therefore, he avoids letting you harm me for he knows that would be a grave mistake. You should praise him for saving you.” She stood with her arms folded across her chest in a gesture of prayer. Huelen glanced at his horse. For some reason the animal took that moment to bow his head to the ground, as if paying homage to the Priestess. After blinking a few times in complete incomprehension, Helen turned to look at the Priestess. Was it a trick of the light or his imagination? Something about her glowed as if from an inner fire. A new truth seemed to dawn on his face. “You are a Goddess!” he exclaimed. Immediately all the rest of the warriors dismounted and knelt to the Priestess, bowing their heads and murmuring prayers of begging forgiveness. Helen himself fell to his knees and bowed his head. The sword in his hand he immediately lay before him horizontally and left it there. Clasping his hands together he bowed low. “Forgive this foolish warrior, oh Goddess.” He hesitated, who was this Goddess? Did she have a name? Furtively he listened to his warriors, trying to catch a name. But none were clear. A soft chuckle from the Priestess made him look up. “I am More, I am no Goddess. I am a simple Priestess who serves the One Who Shall Remain Nameless. If you come seeking knowledge I can help you. If you come seeking to wage war, I will send you away. We do not want war. All we seek is peace and joy to all.” her voice was soft and gentle.(As Helen looked up into the face of More, he found himself starting to wonder why he was bowing to her. True, her face was very beautiful, and her eyes were kind and gentle. He stood up then and loudly declared, "This Temple is under my protection. We shall patrol around the outside of the Temple grounds and make sure none of the other Warlords gains entry." He puffed up his chest and strutted around like a peacock. Dorje shook her head and quietly remarked. "All are welcome here. Lord Helen, do not impede the pilgrims who seek enlightenment. Peace is our goal not war." Lord Helen frowned. He wanted to be important to this Priestess, he did not know any other way. "It is the way of the Warlords to protect the favored ones. There is a village here to the north. We will reside there and if you have need, we will come." The mouth of the Priestess pursed at the thought. "Lord Helen, I will charge you with a task. Seek the village Elder and offer your services. Be polite and give him respect. He may have a place for you. Do not try and force your way into his home or village. You may be surprised at how willing he can be if you treat him this way." Lord Helen thought about it for a while. "You say he will welcome us if we offer our services? But what is to stop us if we just boldly go in there and take the things we need? How can he stop us if he has no protection already?" He chuckled softly. Dorje nodded, "He will not stop you, he does not have any protection at the moment. But if you force yourself on the village, they will all resent your intrusion and will not treat you or your men kindly. You will reap far more benefit and pleasure from kindness and respect. It is your choice of course." The men with Helen grumbled a bit. It seemed they did not care if pleasure was offered or not, they planned on taking what they wanted. That was their pleasure. They were all rough and ready to fight, as they followed Helen as a Warlord. It was their way. Huelen chuckled briefly and listened to his men. Turning to the rest of the monks and priestesses, he simply shrugged. "We shall see. I will be back, Lady More." With that he mounted his horse and the lot of them followed him out the gate to the village. Dorje sighed. "They will harm many innocents, is there no honor left among the Warlords? Surely there is one among them who is not so bloodthirsty?" As it turned out, fate did have a sense of irony. There was a village, further from the sea than most. It lay near the mountains, nestled neatly in a small valley between the slopes of two peaks. The buildings were simple, using more wood than most villages in their buildings because it lay near a deep forest, almost thick enough to be called a jungle with the underbrush just as thick as where the taller trees grew their leaves. The villagers were able to use the wood from the trees to build their houses, barns and stables, but living near the forest had its problems too. The small valley that protected the village from the storms that came off of the coast also prevented the ocean winds from reaching their small village, making insects a constant problem. But the people adapted, placing nets and veils over their houses and beds, always wearing light clothing that covered their whole bodies, and various saps and herbs were gathered so that when they burned, it drove the insects away. There was the problem of larger animals too. Jackals and Hyenas, more specifically, both of which were scavengers in the forest. The larger predators, large cats, usually stuck to the mountains or forests, rarely seen. Jackals were less of a problem, but a nuisance nonetheless. A single Jackal was little trouble, usually scurrying at the thrown rock or stick, but when they came in packs of up to a dozen animals, they were known to bring down the sheep, goats, and even cows and horses if left unguarded, although again, quite skittish and avoiding humans when possible. Hyenas were more of a problem. Larger than the jackals, stronger and more territorial, these creatures with spotted coats, large ears, powerful shoulders and thick short necks, were more of a danger than a nuisance. Also known for taking on farm animals, they tended to be bolder than their canine companions in the wild, coming along in packs of two dozen or more, sometimes killing whole flocks of sheep in one night. As night animals, they were mostly feared for entering the village and killing people that wandered around after dark. Their laugh-like barks were a warning to be feared among most of the villagers, as they were fierce and intelligent creatures. Therefore, as the tall young man saw it, it was ironic that the Jackals were called upon to keep the jackals out. Hyenas too, but that added nothing to the sense of irony, as he saw it. They weren't called upon to fight the creatures. Hyenas were tough, and were more likely to attack more ferociously once peppered with arrows than to run. Besides, if one pack was driven away, another would take its place. No, they needed some way to keep the beasts away from their herds and people, a way that would make sure that they stayed away. Thus, the Jackals were called upon. Building a tall wall around the village was not a problem of resources, as the wood and stone could be readily found, but of manpower. Even for something as vital as the protection of their flocks, enough men just couldn't be spared towards such an ambitious endeavor, and thus they called on an outside group. The Jackals were the most accessible, with several architects among them to help besides. Total, the leader, affectionately called Lord HY by the men, negotiated enough food to last the Jackals several months, over a dozen horses, and help from the local blacksmiths in repairing weapons and making horse shoes, as well as help from Fletcher to make bows and arrows of them. The Jackals were only allowed to carry weapons of iron, which made for more repairs needed than the own blacksmith could help with. Hy sat on a barrel, watching his men working. Some were guiding wagons up into the mountains or into the forest, always in groups of five or six, armed with bows and spears, to bring in wood and stone for the fences, which were to be set up around the village as well as the pastures. He had only been able to spare twenty of his 64 men, as the rest were already previously engaged in other jobs. Their numbers made them equal with some of the smaller war parties in the area. HY had heard of larger parties of almost 500 men, fighters, and he wondered how on earth they were all fed, armed and kept ready for war. Most were up to twice the size of his own party, with only a handful smaller, taking their residence up in the mountains. Dozens of war parties, led by warlords, men that had followed Tingle and were now fighting to take up the man's place as High Warlord of the islands, but were now reduced to petty skirmishes and pissing contests. HY was one of the few that hadn't been close in any way to the now dead High Warlord. And that was only one of the things that made him and the Jackals stand out from the rest of the roving bands. Hy rubbed the stub of his missing little finger. It had been one of the most painful experiences in his life, but what came after had added insult to injury. As he had tried to staunch the freely flowing blood from his missing finger, the Punisher had taken a heated iron from some coals nearby and cauterized the wound closed, causing the young boy to faint from the agony. He had woken up with his the little stub branding him as a thief forever. And thus, he would not be accepted among any of the other bands. He had made his own, but no self-respecting warrior would follow him. Not one that carried steel, anyway. Thieves weren't allowed steel weapons, after all. It was odd, HY thought. He and his men had been successful in a handful of small battles with other bands, and had captured their weapons. When selling steel, they had never been questioned, but when they wore and fought with steel, it was considered more thievery and crime, and the men that they fought refused to surrender or run. Interesting morals that this place had, HY pondered, watching the men toiling under the hot sun. He stood, groaning, and unstrapping his weapons and joining the men in their toils. As 'lord' he wasn't supposed to be expected to work alongside his men, and when he had done so, the village elders had been surprised, but he had firmly instilled a sense of equality among the men. No matter what they had been before, no matter what skills they had, all the men had to share the work, whether it was cooking, cleaning, fletching, bringing water or fighting, or they could find somewhere else to be high and mighty. These days a group of women that had been driven from their village from some prejudice or another, had joined their small band, taking over most of the cooking, although they demanded that the men help as well, as well as helping the blacksmiths, Fletcher and even learning to take up the bow and fight alongside the men, adding more than a dozen to their numbers. This was one of the reasons why warlords that underestimated the Jackals tended to lose. They counted the number of men that his band had, not the women, and the women could put out arrows as quickly and as accurately as the men, as well as matching most for their skills with daggers and even the occasional sword, when an iron one could be found, or made. Seven of these women had joined the twenty men that were working on the fences. From the way that they plied their previous trades, among the Jackals mostly, as they were trusted, he wondered what had come to the mid of the people from their villages. Pleasure women were generally few and far between, and their presence was very well accepted among the men, who by HY's demand still paid, and only if the woman was willing to offer. Any attempt at forcing himself, one way or another, would end with the man beaten by the rest of the Jackals and sent on his way with nothing but his skin. Among the twenty were the men that had been with HY the longest. Bur, the blacksmith, had been from HY's own village and left with him when HY had left. The man was thick and stout, with arms the thickness of most men's legs, and he fought with the same hammer that he used on his metal. One of the few men that didn't like riding, he had a broad wooden shield, rectangular and with a faded sigil painted in black. He had accidentally burned down his own house and a neighboring one besides, when he had been drunk with grief over his wife and daughter's death. Keran was a short, hairy man, too short to ride proper war horses. Not that that was a problem, as the Jackals didn't have any, but he was a masterful rider with ponies, having once been a breeder for them, and he had taught the rest of the Jackals how to shoot a bow or throw javelins properly from horseback. Accused of stealing horses, he had lost his farm and family besides. Another that couldn't ride was Bomber, a man almost as tall as HY was himself, and equaling his height with his breadth. A lover of food and drink of all sorts, some of the Jackals joked that Bomber, or Boom, as he was affectionately called, could reduce a five-month store of food and drink to two days. Despite his size however, he moved quite fast, and was incredibly strong, able in his use of that iron-shod quarterstaff of his. He knew how to brew, be it wheat, potatoes or honey, and his skills in that area were toasted many times on cold nights. There were more stories like that. Seventy-eight, to be exact. Some men only shared their stories when they were deep in their cups, and others didn't share at all, preferring, understandably, to keep their pasts in the past. Even so, HY made an effort to know everything that he could have each and every man and woman that saw him as leader, and trying to apply this knowledge his leadership. He was no good at it, of course, but a sense of camaraderie and brotherhood had developed between the men. They were all equals, they had all fought together, bled together, each had patched another up or had gotten into drunken fights, and they all knew that despite their pasts and mistakes, they were working on a clean slate here. There was no room for cowards or braggarts among a group of criminals that had turned over a new leaf. Not everything was fine and dandy, for course, with rules set in place, broken and sometimes needing to be enforced, but there was no show of preferential treatment for any man, and they trusted HY to adjudicate fairly. Digging foundations for the fences was tough work, and one of the men grumbled that they should have made the fences from the brambles and bushes that could be found on some of the southern isles. Another man snickered and said that if the loudmouth wanted to pay to bring a bunch of brambles from the south, he was very welcome to do so. The men laughed and continued working, sweating hard. On the far side, the walls were already being put up, and the fences around the pastures were already completed. They had been at this for more than three weeks now, working every day from sunup to sundown, with a break of two hours in the middle of the day, when the sun was hottest. Most of the men slept in tents in the village's square, with a few, HY included, being allowed rooms in the local inn, and some others being allowed to sleep in spare rooms of the larger houses. Other than the three meals a day and the rooms offered, which had been part of the agreement, HY had made sure that any other services that the men wanted would have to be paid for. Any man found trying to get away with not paying for something would end up without his salary for the month. They were already credited as thieves, HY said, but they had earned their reputation enough so that they were hired by a village that would usually shun them. To prove that that were worthy of the prejudices that they had against them would only mean less work and more trouble in the future. With the punishment, both present and future, in mind, the men had toed the line most respectably. When the sun was maybe three hours from the horizon, one of his men came riding to the trenches like an army was on his tail, dragging his shaggy pony to a sharp halt when he came up to HY," Lord HY?" The result from the man's accent sounded like Lord," There's a group o' men comin'." Hy jumped up from where he was working," Raiders?" At the word, several of the village men looked up in alarm." Nae," The man shook his head," Looks like a small war band. Rich fighting though," Meant good weapons," About... five past three tens, all a'horse. Only five men ha' bows, though." That had always been the Jackals' advantage, the way that these Warlords seemed to think little of archers, the only ones that they had being the lesser when compared to men carrying swords. Once he had realized that, and the advantage to be taken there, he had insisted that every man learn how to use a bow, and even to shoot on horseback, if they could. HY nodded." Alright. Bur, Pick out ten men, get them armed and ready, but not on horses. Take Boom with you, and flank the fuckers. If it comes to blows, your men will be responsible for picking at them with arrows and javelins," He turned to the rest of the men," The rest of you, get armed, and get ready," He turned to the scout, named Here," Get the women, help them ready the horses for themselves and these boys," Here turned,"And my horse too," He added, and the man nodded, galloping off. The preparations took them about 5 minutes, and they were out to meet this troop. As it turned out, Here's estimate as to the number of the warlords troops had been fairly accurate. Thirty-six men, counting the leader, and the five men carrying bows were trotting on foot beside the men on horseback. HY touched the elbow of the man on his right, who did the same until the one on the far side of their line indicated to the men following on foot. Target the archers first was the signal. Once they came within 2 paces one from the other, the two groups of warriors stopped. The Jackals were outnumbered, but not ridiculously so. Enough men to make the other leader pause as the Jackals arranged themselves out in a single line, shaped like a crescent facing the other group, which was bunched together. The leader nudged his horse forward, his chest puffed out and his hand resting on the sword at his side," I am Helen, Greatest Warrior on all of Team! Fear me, and kneel to my power!" Hy leaned over to Kern, on his right," I think the fucker actually believes that," The small man chuckled and HY turned back to Helen," You and every fighter from here to Funds, friend. What do you want? Because if you think we're going to kneel to you," He looked at the rest of the men, and even the women, who had a distinct look of defiance to them," I can assure you that it won't happen." Huelen looked nonplussed for only a moment, before leaning forward on his steed," I was told that this village was without protection."" You were told wrong, friend," HY responded, leaning calmly back into his saddle," Continue on your way."" I cannot, I have been commanded by a Goddess... Priestess, up in the mountains, to offer my services and protect this village," He shifted uncomfortably," There was no other choice involved." He felt himself poked in the ribs on the right and when he investigated, Kern pointed back to the village, where the village council was arriving at horseback. The two groups waited patiently until the group of two men and three women were close enough to talk. All five looked uncomfortable on the mares that they were riding," What seems to be the trouble here?" Huelen moved his horse forward, his chest puffing out again," I am Helen, Greatest Warrior of Team. I am here to offer my and my men's services for protection." One of the women Council snorted," We already have protection. We cannot afford two groups. Come back, Helen, after the harvest is over in two months, and we might have a place for you."" If you cannot afford two groups, then I will rid you of these inferior fighters," Helen said, confidence in his every word and move. A councilor turned to HY," This is your problem. Our deal was struck, but if you die before the service is complete, I will not give what I have promised. Deal with them, or be dealt with. We will not involve ourselves until this affair is decided." And with that, the council spun their horses and returned to the village, hoping to reach cover before swords were drawn and arrows started flying. Huelen turned to HY again, his hand on his sword," I will offer only once: Leave, or you will die." Hy smirked, his hand on the saber at his side," That sounds suspiciously like the offer I was going to give you." Huelen smiled," By your own words, you condemn yourself. You will die, and your men with you."" That is still to be decided," HY said, raising a hand, and lowering it. In that instant, the skirmish started. The men on foot drew their arrows and fired. Not all the arrows found their mark, but the five bowmen and two men besides were killed in the first volley. Another was wounded, but still well enough to fight. The surprise lasted seconds enough for HY's men on horse to draw their own bows and let off a volley of their own. Helen's fighters had been dressed to ride in the heat, not for battle and arrows sunk easily through their light clothing, and five more men fell, two more left without horse. By that time, what remained of Helen's troop had lowered their lances and charged, and HY's moving to meet them. The battle was brief and bloody. The two troops on horse locked, lanced downing five of the men and one of the women of HY's troop. Weapons locked and despite being better armed and better horsed, Helen's men found themselves outnumbered, especially as the men on foot rushed forward to drag the horsemen from their saddles and kill them on the ground. Javelins and arrows zipped through the air, the sounds of the wounded and dying as well as the coppery scent of blood filled the air as horses neighed and reared, kicking at a few of the footmen. But the battle was over in minutes. HY had kicked his horse forward, drawing his sword instead of his bow and locking with the horsemen before the rest of his men, his hide buckler turning away a lance thrust and his sword flickering quickly, slashing open one man's throat and piercing another's thigh, swishing to redirect a mace coming for his face with a twist of his wrist, the sharp blade cut through the man's heart in a single thrust. And then the skirmish was over, the few of his own men using the lances from the ground to keep a furious Helen at bay as he tried to attack. HY defended from his horse, wiping the blood from his blade smoothly." You coward! You attacked us without warning and from a distance before we could engage! Furthermore, you sneak! Cur!" And various other profanities came forth as Helen tried to navigate his way past the lances. HY issued and order and the men fell back as he advanced." You declared your intentions to kill us without provocation," HY said, holding his iron saber forward, watching the other man's saber moving," You say I lie? If you wanted a fair fight, you would have matched our numbers and no more, and picked up iron weapons instead of the steel you wield. I fought unfairness with unfairness, oh the greatest warrior of Team, and would do it again. It's not like you expect anything like honor from a gathering of criminals and thieves," The Jackals chuckled softly at this." I know who you are," Helen had probably guessed that they were the infamous Jackals by them," They say you have skill. Fight me, man to man. If you win, it will prove who is the better man." Hy smiled and nodded, holding his sword at his side," Very well." After a moment of hesitation, Helen smirked," Iron Wielding, Nine-fingered son of a whore," And he attacked, gripping his Katina with both hands and coming in swinging high and fast. HY waited until the last moment, calmly standing with his legs apart. Just as the saber began it's downward swing, he swayed, watching a blade that would have decapitated him in one strike pass him so close that he could feel the wind sliced by the edge. His own saber came up, and with a firm thrust, impaling the warlord through the chest. A quick swish and his blade came free, having struck a little to the right of where he had intended it, the heart, and as Helen stumbled past, he came down to one knee in a fluid, graceful movement, the iron saber slashing through Helen's right hamstrings. The man stumbled to the ground, but brought himself up again. He was a veteran, and despite the dire wound to his chest, he could still fight. The one his leg hadn't been as efficient as HY had hoped, and Helen was left only with a heavy limp on his right leg, and he moved forward again. With both hands, Helen staggered to where HY still hadn't moved, and powered a thrust. HY's blade came up, parrying the strike, pushing it to his right and rolling his wrist, slashed Helen's throat open. The Warlord fell to his knees and planted face first on the ground, hands releasing his sword and clutching at his throat as he turned on the ground, facing up, gurgling his last breaths as he drowned in his own blood. HY came close to him." Word of advice: Kill a man before counting his fingers, or judging his weapon. Oh, and my mother actually as a whore," And with that, he planted his blade into the man's chest. Drawing it back, he looked over the field. His men were already executing those enemies that were still alive, and starting to strip them of weapons and armor, as well as recovering what arrows that they could. Those that they couldn't, the arrowheads were recovered, to be returned to the Fletcher to make more. The horses that were still alive were being calmed down and roped together. These wouldn't be kept, as these horses were grained, but they would fetch a nice price, as well as the steel weapons. Everything that could be gathered was gathered, and the bodies were quickly put on wagons and taken back. Despite the fight, these men deserved a burial of some kind. After a few moments, HY picked up the fallen Helen's Katina, pulling the scabbard from the dead man's belt and sheathing the blade. He had earned it in single combat, and it was his to-do with as he would. Of course, he couldn't carry a steel blade, so he would probably end up selling it or giving it away. He wrapped the weapon in his blanket and placed it on his back. Hy made his way towards the Council," I am sorry for that," He started," I have lost men, and for that I would be open to renegotiating, reducing your payment as we have fewer men to complete the walls, and thus it will take longer." A Council woman snorted," We thank you for the offer, Lord Total, but we must decline. We know of that man that you slew, and his kind of protection would have extended to forcing our people to sleep outside their homes to house his men, and in return bedding our women, forcefully if they resisted. We are quite content with how the deal stands." Hy nodded," I thank you for that," The council nodded," I will see to my men. Some are injured, and if you can spare healers, they would be appreciated." The woman nodded," They are already tending to them." Hy bowed stiffly and rushed back to where his men were still gathered. Five men had been killed in the battle, four from the lances and one who had been kicked by the horse and had his head sunken in. Almost all had taken wounds, although twelve of them had been minor wounds and scratches. HY had a slice to his left shoulder, that he had not noticed until pointed out, sewn up, before he looked to the rest. Two of them had been wounded in the leg, and would likely not be able to walk until the wounds healed. The rest would only need a week or so, the healers said, before they would be back to full strength. All but two. One had taken a horse kick to his chest and was unconscious. The healer said that he was bleeding inside, and that she did not have the skill to heal that. The other had taken a sword to the ribs, and while nothing vital had been struck, he too was unconscious," He has been taken a blow to the head. His skull is cracked. And that wound on his chest, the bone has been sliced and marrow seeped into the blood. Either it will form a cyst, and he will live, or a fever will take his life," One of the healers said." And there is nothing you can do?" HY asked, to a mere shaking of the woman's head, who turned to help the other men." Nothing that we can do. But the priestesses... up in the mountains. They have magic. They can heal these wounds, I have seen it. If they deem you worthy of their help. I have seen brigands turned away. But they are these men's only hope." Hy nodded. Well, there was something he could do. He knew of the temple up the mountain, UT he had taken the priestess' magical skills for things of myth. Maybe they could help. To save one of his brothers, he would rely on myth and legend. He turned to his men," Boom," The large man looked up," Prepare a wagon to take these two up the mountain. Kern, prepare a horse. You will ride with me," Both men nodded and went about their tasks. To the rest of the men," Stay here. Rest for today, and those that can, continue the work tomorrow. Those that can't rest. I will try to return tomorrow." The men all grunted and nodded and expressed varying degrees of obeisance, and HY turned away to get his own horse ready. He only hoped that the legends were true. The sun was setting by the time that they arrived. Boom was heading the two horses leading the wagon one which the two still unconscious men had been laid. The road had been relatively smooth, and with Herein scouting and HY leading the way, they had made good time, despite traveling uphill the entire way. They had reached the temple just in time to see the sun setting behind them. A man was at the door of the temple. Not quite elderly, but his days of young had passed with white streaking through his forked beard. He needed a staff to drag himself to his feet," Who goes there?"" I am Total," HY answered quickly," My m... my friends have been grievously wounded while protecting a village to the north of this place," He stepped down from his horse," The healers of the village said that their wounds were too much for them to heal, but they said that this... the people of this place can heal what no one else can... Please, these are good men, worthy men. They need what help that can be provided," He wasn't above pleading. He just hoped that they didn't see the brands on these men, marking them as criminals, and turned them away. The old monk at the door to the Temple bowed to the warriors. "I am Anglo. You are welcome here, as all who come with respect. Bring them inside, I shall call for the best healers." He turned and opened the doors to the great Temple.(was no great wall surrounding the Temple. There was a beautiful garden, with vegetables and fruit trees, bordered with thorn bushes to keep out predators. There was a gate, very ornamental and stately that led into the square in front of the massive doors. The center of the square in front of the Temple had a large pool fed by a spring. Fresh water flowed and KOI flashed in the depths, they were orange and white. Carp was a staple of the Monks diet, but there always seemed to be an abundance of fish. As the warriors looked around they would see the beauty of the place. It was known as the Temple of Serenity. The monks came out to help bring the wounded into the Temple infirmary. Comfortable beds were set up and a dozen or so monks knelt to pray as others examined the wounded. Sanglo lit incense and called for the wounded to be stripped and washed. Their wounds examined by the pious Brother Thanks. He shook his head in sadness. Turning to the Lord HY, "My Lord, one of these men will not survive, his wound is too severe. I am surprised he made it this far in a wagon." He indicated the one with the head wound. Sanglo walked to the other and knelt beside the bed. "This one may yet live. If we can stop the bleeding inside. Though he may not be able to fight, it will take him a long time to heal. He is welcome to stay here. We will not turn anyone away who is injured or helpless." The healers prepared a special table and laid the man upon it. They would pray for him until he either died or recovered. As they worked on the healing of the men, a hush fell over the monks as More appeared at the door. Her voice came soft and yet all heard it. "I am More. I will pray for your men as well. Know this much. Sometimes the soul seeks release. Asking them to stay is not always a mercy. If there is too much pain or injury, the soul seeks to escape it." Her serene face was beautiful in its simplicity. Long black hair fell to her knees, and her dark brown eyes were full of wisdom and sadness. She moved to kneel at the bed of the dying man. A slender hand reached out to gently touch his forehead. Closing her eyes she murmured soft words of a chant. After a few minutes, her eyes opened and she turned to HY. "He wishes to thank you for your kindness to him, and he asks your forgiveness for failing you. Though he cannot speak, he can hear you. Will you relieve his troubled mind so he may depart in peace? Death is not a punishment. It is merely a step along the way to enlightenment." A pregnant moment of silence spanned forever, or so it seemed as HY awaited the man's response. If the man turned them away, they would have to camp out somewhere around here for the night, and hope that the wild creatures' fear of fire would stand taller over their hunger for an easy kill. The two wounded men would not last the night, and it would be a depressing ride indeed, carrying the body of their two comrades back to the village. The Jackals were no strangers to poor hospitality on account of their brands, but no matter how accustomed to it, they became, it still stand when their need was brushed aside on days like these. But that was not the case today. HY breathed a bit more easily and indicated for Boom to guide the wagon through the gates. The place was a palace, but it lacked the lavishness that HY had seen back when he had been a young man. It was clean and elegantly simple. The buildings themselves were of complex and precise work, the kind of work whose secrets had died long ago, leaving behind only a few of the more famous buildings in isles as testament of their work, as if to mock future architects over their inferior skills. The three Jackals attention to the surrounding temple was short-lived as their wounded were lifted from the wagon. Knowing how their own healers felt about untrained hands interrupting the healing process, the three men stayed behind, following the monks, wringing their hands. When the two men were inspected and the decision declared on one of them, HY felt his mouth dry out. Of course, had they stayed in the village, these men would have died anyway, but now, with an afternoon of riding and hope, and finding his hope only half fulfilled... he didn't know what to say. Or do. One man was beyond even the help of magic. And the other... well, he wasn't healed yet, now, was he? And the man hadn't sounded very hopeful of recovery of any kind. HY shook his head. These people had extended help that he hadn't really expected in the first place. And here he was, looking the gift horse in the mouth, as the old saw went. Whatever they could do was far more than he could expect anywhere else. And it had been a while since they had been offered the services from the best of anything, to say nothing of the best healers," I am no lord," He managed to mumble. A hush fell over the praying monks and the three Jackals turned to see what was the matter. A woman had arrived, dressed simply, and yet she looked like she should have been wearing the robes of a noble, a queen, or indeed a goddess. She looked calm and elegant, with a queenly stature to her, pale skin and light eyes giving her even more of an otherworldly appearance. Straight black hair framed her face, catching the wind gently as she moved. Her voice was low and yet felt like it could be heard over miles. At her words, HY found himself bowing, and almost surprised to see Boom and Kern doing the same. Despite their place, the Jackals were fiercely proud," You have my everlasting gratitude, Milady," HY said softly, and fell silent. Whatever was happening here was well beyond his limited comprehension. The Lady More's later comment further confused the warriors." He can... hear us, milady?" Kern asked dubiously, looking over the man. HY looked equally dubious, but moved over to the man's cot, kneeling beside it, looking into the dying man's closed eyes, struggling over what he could say. The Jackals were brothers of the blade, closer than family, but for few of them it was truer than it was for Guy, the man lying before him. An orphan, and raised hard on the streets of his hometown, and bore the same brand of thief over the stub his missing little finger. He had escaped before they had been able to lop off his hand to give it similar treatment, and he had arrived to the Jackals' little alcove with little more than the clothes on his back. It had been near on three years ago now, and he had taken to his new family with gusto. He had never had someone to watch his back like a brother before. HY placed a hand on Guy's chest." Death..." He cleared his throat," Death is no failure brother. You gave your life to save that of your brothers, and there is no greater sacrifice, and no greater honor. You will be remembered, your memories honored among your brothers, until the wind and waves wash away our ashes," HY brushed his sleeve roughly over his eyes, his voice choking up," Fight... Fight with steel in the next life, brother," With that, he pushed himself to his feet, brushing his sleeve over his eyes again. Kern had taken off his ridiculous rabbit fur cap and pressed it to his chest, and Boom had lowered his head, hands together in his own silent prayer. He was one of the few religious men among the Jackals. The serenity of the priestess More was not disturbed as the leader of this group knelt to say his goodbye. She sat back and watched him with calm eyes. She noted his tears. He was a man who held a lot of emotions within him. While she sat with hands folded in her lap she began to chant softly. The rest of the monks joined with her and soon the room was filled with the gentle notes of the chant. The dying man was breathing slower and shallower. More closed her eyes and felt the spirit leave his body. In her mind's eye it hovered over each of his brothers in arms, gently giving his own goodbye. Then the spirit lifted into the upper rafters of the room and slowly rose through the ceiling. The chant was gentle and soothing to the spirits, and More felt the man had left in peace. "He thanks you for your words, and his spirit is at peace." Something else occurred as the monks all chanted. The healer treating the other man returned to them. Quietly he waited for them to finish. "The other man will live. His body is strong. We have stopped the internal bleeding and he rests easy. It will still take him many months to recover. He is welcome here. We will care for him and help him. He is awake if you wish to see him. He already expects his comrade to pass. Do not be afraid to tell him. But do not tax him long, he needs rest." Dorje nodded and then reached out to close the eyes of the departed one. "Thank you Gang, I will see to him as well. I am glad he will stay with these fine men." She rose then and went to the other room. Before she left the room totally she turned to HY." We can arrange for a cremation if you wish. It is customary since the land is hard to dig for graves. If he had a favorite place, perhaps you can scatter his ashes for him? I think he will like that." her voice calm and low. She went to the other room and looked in on the man laying on the bed. He looked very pale, but awake. "Brother Gang tells me you are strong-willed. Your body will protest the long recovery time, but your brothers will be glad you have chosen to stay." Questioning why the monks were doing what they were doing was not their place. Monks were known for showing compassion and charity for those that needed it, but HY was hardly without means. He was not rich, sure, not as rich as the other warlords, but he could compensate their help, if only with a show of gratitude. He had no gold, but his silver was back in the Jackals' base. If they wanted it, it was theirs without question. But maybe they wanted something else? Monks had little use for coin, after all." He always wanted to be buried at sea," HY said softly, and Boom nodded," His father was a fisherman." Reaching to his back, he pulled his sword, still in scabbard, kneeling down to More, extending the blade in both hands," I wish to extend my gratitude for the life of my man in the form of service. Name what you want, name what you will, and if it is in my power, if it does not risk the lives of those that I call brothers, it will be done, this I SWE..." He looked down to his hands in horror. Instead of his own sword, he had pulled the one that he had taken from Helen. A steel sword. Years of tradition and prejudice seared through his body and he dropped the blade as if it stung him to hold it. As it clattered to the ground, the blade itself slipped slightly from its scabbard." As... as I said," This time, pulling the right sword, he placed it across his knee, intentionally keeping his eye from the blade on the ground," To honor the life that you have saved, and the soul that has passed, my sword is yours to command, until you see my debt as paid." The sword clattered to the ground and More winced. It was as if someone had screamed at her. Which was true to a certain extent. When she opened her eyes it was not to stare at the man kneeling in front of her, but to the sword which lay on the tile floor. For a long moment she did not move or speak. Then a single whispered word came from her lips. "Tumor." Jang gasped, sitting at her side, he knew the tale of the hero who had held off a raid single-handed until his brothers arrived to help. He had died of his injuries and was buried at the tiny village he had saved. His sword had been buried with him. "More? Are you sure?" his voice in awe. She nodded slowly. Then her eyes lifted to HY. "Where did you get the sword? Do not worry I will not punish you. It belonged...to a friend of mine. His spirit is tied to that sword. When he made it himself, he imbued it with his own essence. A sacred ritual that took five days of fasting and praying. But I see you are afraid to touch it." she looked down at the sword again before reaching out a slender hand to touch the hilt. For a few moments she closed her eyes and barely breathed. Though none could see it, she felt the spirit of Tumor as it drifted up the blade and into the hilt. She could feel nothing but sadness and angst. She twitched and winced again as it tried to speak to her. Tears flowed from her eyes. Then she reached with her other hand and held the scabbard. Slowly she drew the blade, its long length polished and etched in runes of power. To her, it glowed a soft green. When she had it completely out of the scabbard she held the tip in one hand and the hilt in the other and laid it on the ground in front of her reverently.(other monks knelt around her. The soft notes of a sacred chant began with Gang, and soon they all joined in, softly in the background. More opened her eyes then and looked at HY. "You offer me your service. Even as you served us already with the death of Helen. You served the spirit of Tumor as well. I do not condone war and killing. It is against all I believe. Tumor was a great warrior. If you have ever been to the small village on the western coast called Classes, there is a shrine there in his honor." She watched him carefully. Somehow she did not believe he was a grave robber. HY shifted uncomfortably in place. It seemed that the moment that the weapon touched the ground, he and his men were Italy removed from More's attention, and that of her monks as well. Their eyes immediately went to the weapon, the woman saying a name that held no meaning to HY. He looked to his men. The man that had carried the blade had called himself Helen, and despite being a warlord, was not anything special. Tumor? Maybe that was the name of the sword. Blades embed with magical properties were usually given mystical names. He fidgeted again. He had given an oath, one that was not given lightly. And all she had eyes for was the blade. Maybe it would be best if they just left? But her attention turned back on him with a sudden and razor-like focus. Her eyes seemed to dig past his own, looking into his thoughts, dreams and fears. And despite the softness of her tone, there was no ignoring her voice, or the words she spoke. Even though he felt dry in the mouth, his back straightened when she spoke," I didn't steal it, if that is what you think. I engaged a man named Helen in single combat, and killed him, thus earning the right to his sword," He thumbed the brand on his missing finger," Not the right to carry it, but to sell it, maybe. Or if you demand it..." And then she drew the blade, causing him to go silent once more. He had heard of blades of similar make. They were made in a complex form of folding metal over metal, taking months, sometimes years, making the weapons near indestructible. But there was a flaw in the kind of making, as the density of the blade made it top-heavy, so that even though it was just as long as his own saber, it required the use of two hands to properly use on foot. But even so, knowing this he gazed at the blade with a poorly disguised longing. If he could fight with a blade like that, maybe he could lift the prejudice over himself and his men besides. He was brought back to the present when the monks started chanting, and More spoke again. His back straightened again," If you wish me to return the blade to it's master's resting place, it shall be done. I have never been to this village, but I will find it," Was that all she wanted? Most people demanded something a bit more taxing. Or maybe, like most tasks involving creatures of magical skill, it was not quite so simple as that. He realized that he had spoken out of turn and fell silent again, his left hand gripping his sword hilt so tight that his knuckles went white. The beautiful sword lay in front of her, More could feel the tension in the room. The act of stealing a man's named sword was a crime punishable by death. But HY admitted he had killed the one who had stolen it. Her eyes softened. "You have gained the right to return the sword to Tumor. You are more honorable than the man who stole it. The fact you did not seek to use it and offered it to me, speaks volumes on your character." Dorje had noticed the brand on his hand. Her eyes drifted to his men. They all seemed to have a mark of some kind. A band of rejects then? From what she could see they all deserved another chance to regain honor. But if they attempted to return the sword to Tumor they would be in deep trouble." The warlord Kane holds that village now. It was he who built the shrine to Tumor. He is a very strict traditional man. He will not listen to you if you go in boldly with the sword on your back. Even to return the sword, you will need to be discrete. Kane was just a young soldier when Tumor was killed, it was he who came to the rescue of the village and witnessed Tumor's courage. His band of defenders suffered greatly in wounds when they drove the invaders away or killed them." She bowed her head." I was a young girl then, awed by Tumor and his courage. When the soldiers returned my mother's basket and told us of his death... I mourned with them all." her voice echoed the sadness in her eyes. "But it gave me strength to know he died a noble death. After my parents passed, I came here and my training and acceptance of the Great Mystery has made me stronger still. Death is a part of the cycle of Life. It is not to be feared." She reached out a soft hand to touch HY on his left hand. "You are afraid, and yet you have great courage and strength. I will go with you to Classes. I will speak to Kane on your behalf. Then we will return Tumor's sword to the resting place where it belongs." Noble death. He had heard these words many times, and still he fought to hold back a sneer. Noble death. Honorable death. Was the death of a man that died screaming in agony as a doctor tried to separate him from a rotting limb honorable? Was the death of a man that died trying to push his guts back into his stomach as he cried tears for the loved ones that he would never see again noble? Death was death. The man that was lying near them had died a noble death, despite the fact that he carried an iron sword instead of steel, died defending his brothers and standing beside them, courageously trying to drag a warrior with superior weaponry and skill from his horse. That was courage. That was honor. Would they sing tales of him? Maybe the brothers would. Maybe they wouldn't. But Tumor's death would be remembered as honorable and noble, while the Brother's death would barely be recalled in a skirmish over who had the honor to protect a city." Stand among the ashes of thousands of dead in battles long gone and forgotten, and ask their ghosts if they care about honorable and noble deaths," He said softly as he stood, half afraid that she would strike him down for his audacity of speaking in such a manner," Their silence is your reply," He bowed quickly and turned to his men, pushing bitter thoughts aside. He was committed, but that didn't mean that his men were. While he would appreciate the help, he would not hold it against them if they chose to return to their brothers in building the wall around the village. There was guaranteed food, supplies and security in numbers. This trip would more than likely end in fighting similar to that they had with Helen. Escorting a priestess, and one such as More would be considered an honor of great magnitude, far above such iron-bearing brigands as himself and his men. An uncomfortable trip it would be, to avoid such encounters. Turning to his men, however, showed that they knew his mind before he spoke it. They came in closer together and spoke in hushed whispers. Keran started," If you think you are going to Classes with no brother and only a priestess for company, you are sorely mistaken." Boom nodded," But one of us needs to return to the village and tell the other Jackals of what has happened, or they will send more men here to find our whereabouts. Besides, someone needs to take the wagon back." Hy smiled," That decides it then, I suppose. Kern, get the horses ready and help Boom with anything he needs," Kern opened his mouth to start with a wry comment, but HY cut him off," You know what I mean. I'll finish up here. I want a good amount of hours between us and this place before we rest." Both men nodded and quickly retreated. Hy turned back to More," It will be as you say. My man, Kern... the shorter one, will be accompanying us, while Boom... the larger one, will be returning to the village." More stood and waited calmly as HY said his piece. She neither smiled nor frowned. Her brown eyes studied him not with condemnation or pity. When he turned back to her, she reached for his hand, the one that was branded. "Allow me please, the honor of offering you peace." When she held his hand, she looked into his eyes." There are those who think of death as final, or that it is a punishment for some sin or maybe even bad luck. I do not know where your faith lies, Lord Total. I do know that honor is given to those who freely give their lives in defense of the helpless. It is given to those who willingly fight for something beyond their comprehension, if only because it is the right thing to do. Because they have given their word and kept it, they choose to die with honor rather than run from a battle that will surely be their last...in this life. Maybe such honor is something you think is worthless. To those who die with no cause or who run just to survive to be with loved ones...that is their decision." She held his hand and his gaze." I honor all life, Lord Total. Each life is an experience for each soul. Do you honor the warriors who follow you? Do you think staying alive is more important to you than saving the life of a child? You do not need to answer me, for those are questions your soul has to answer. You risked a lot to bring wounded friends to this Temple. Furthermore, you honored your friend in doing this. Furthermore, you showed your men you have honor by allowing them to make the choice to follow you." She smiled slightly." I honor you, Lord Total, for being yourself. They follow you, because you have more honor in your hand, than the man who stole that sword. If I had the power to absolve you of whatever crime you committed to receive this brand on your hand, I would do so. But there is something I can do. If you allow me to give you a blessing from the Unnamed God?" She still held his hand and enclosed it in hers. The mark was hidden in her fingers. As he looked at her a slight tingle would be felt on his hand. She held his gaze as she whispered a soft prayer. When he nodded slightly she bowed her head over his hand. When she released it there was a symbol on the back of his hand.栄誉(If Google Translate is correct, the symbol means "honor") HY looked down as she spoke to him. He was no philosopher. Well, that wasn't quite true. There was a saying that every warrior was a philosopher, as any man who faced death as many times as they had couldn't help but let his mind wander over the truths and knowledge of life and death. And many times, a warrior would stumble over the rare Jem of knowledge as his mind wandered. HY could not have said if he was one of those. He believed that death was easy, but living was difficult. Laying one's life down for a child? Or for a worthy cause? Was that a worthy and therefore honorable death? His face showed as he pondered such thoughts before he discarded them for the moment. He was no priestess, or priest for that matter, that had actual knowledge of these things. Personally held beliefs aside, he had sworn himself into her service until such a time as she deemed his debt repaid. And that was a cause worth living for. He tensed visibly as she came close to him, looking down as she took his hand and covered it with her own, almost afraid to move. A blessing of the Unnamed God? Those were always welcome, he supposed. He was afraid to move as he felt his hand tingle beneath hers, afraid to interrupt the holy and delicate nature of the moment. When she uncovered his hand, he looked down, eyes narrowed as he traced fingers over the inscription. He had learned to read, unlike a great deal of his men, and he knew what the symbol meant. Honor. He smiled, tracing the figurine fondly." I am no lord," He whispered softly, absently, but suddenly he looked up, an odd fire in his eyes and a smile in his lips," Not really." Keran returned at that moment, jogging lightly," Boom is on his way. I've readied the horses," He stepped closer to HY and, realizing how close he had come to bumping More out of the way, gracefully jumped away," We are ready to leave when you are, My Lady. If you need help with any preparations, you have but to command." The symbols on his hand would remain on him the rest of his days. The mark of a Goddess or the trick of the hand? Her eyes studied him as he looked up at her. The fire in his eyes marked him as well. "You are worthy of the title, Lord Total. Wear it with pride. Your men name you that, and I do as well. The other monks will call you Lord Total, with respect. You have earned it." She smiled at the man named Kern and bowed to him. "I will expect my horse to be ready in a few minutes. We will depart soon. In order for the pilgrimage to be safe from the Warlord Kane's wrath, I suggest you wrap Tumor's sword in heavy linen and transport it on the back of a pack animal. I can provide both from the Temple if you agree." She waited for their acceptance even as the monks in charge of the stable brought her horse around to the front of the Temple. They had a pack animal with a tent and supplies already loaded, as they listened carefully to More's words as she spoke to Lord Total. The trip would not take more than two days. A balding monk came into the room with a length of linen long enough to wrap the sword. He knelt ready to do the honor if Lord HY permitted him to do so. He bowed humbly and folding his hands in his lap after laying the linen and the floor next to the sword. A quick nod from HY and Kern was off to bring their horses about. Three people wasn't a large party, and hopefully small enough to avoid detection until they arrived at their destination. Two men and one woman. For this task he would have preferred to bring all the Jackals in his command, but in the absence of numbers, stealth would have to suffice. A monk knelt down before him, laying a linen cloth on the ground, presumably for the sword. Unused to having anyone help him with what he could easily handle himself, he quickly fell to one knee, placing the sheathed blade over the cloth, reverently wrapping it, and tying the wrap in place with thin pieces of twine. He was good with ropes and knots, and he was quickly finished, picking the wrapped blade up and putting it over his back for the first stage of their journey. The two warriors had come light, expecting only a day's journey at most, if they were delayed. Weapons, and two meals-worth of food, maybe three if they were sparing. A Jackal could learn to make that stretch for longer, but both men were relieved that the monks had thought to send supplies with them. More was no Jackal, and no soldier, and wasn't likely to be accustomed to the harshness that was campaigning. This wasn't a campaign, naturally, but it would be a hard ride. Kern would be relied upon to guide them through the lesser-traveled paths, and with that in mind, the man had already mounted his horse, settling easily into the saddle. HY sometimes envied the man his affinity with horses. Hy stepped close to the Priestess' horse, petting it tentatively on the neck to indicate that he meant it no harm, and turned to More with a small bow," If I may?" He asked, indicating if he could help her up to the saddle. A proper gentlemanly thing to do. Kern chuckled to himself and leaned back in his seat. With light steps and a grace few would not notice, More walked to the side of the horse. She spoke calmly to it and the horse bowed its head. "Lord Total, I will let you lead us, if you want to place the sword on the pack horse, it will follow behind you. I will take only one attendant. Lon ho will tend my horse and set up the tent. Do not fear, the journey will be swift and none will accost us." She then very swiftly took the horses' mane on his withers and vaulted onto his back. She waited patiently as Total would mount and be ready. If he placed the wrapped sword on the pack animal she simply nodded. Her attendant had ridden up as she spoke and took his place beside her. To Lon ho it was the greatest honor, and he bowed from his saddle first to More then to Lord Total. When they were ready, the procession moved to the gates and swiftly went down the road towards the village of Classes. Whatever path they took was free of travelers and More and her attendant were good enough riders to keep up with whatever pace Total set. The first evening they camped in a secluded glade off the trail. More dismounted and waited calmly while Lon ho tended her horse and his, then set up the tent for her. He scurried about quickly and bowed to Lord Total. "If you allow me, Lord Total, I will cook for you and your men as I do for my Drama More." he was humble in his manner and eager to serve. Dorje had dismounted and walked to the stream. She sat on a rock and prayed while Lon ho had worked like a busy bee. The others would set up their bedrolls where they wanted to, but Lon ho would sleep outside her tent in front of the door, rolled in his blanket. It might seem strange that they had seen very few people on their journey thus far. It was as if they traveled in a protective aura and the normal patrols of the warlords on the roads had simply ceased to be. Farmers in the fields and workers at scattered tasks of gathering herbs or going about their business did not take notice of them. Were they being protected somehow? Only More knew. The man smiled and shrugged as his help was casually declined, and More jumped nimbly onto the back of her horse. HY could hear Kern snickering quietly behind him, but he simply bowed," From your lips to the God's ears, my lady," He whispered softly, looking up to the sky, as if to ascertain that it had indeed been heard. Shaking off the superstitious chill that fell over him, as well as the slight annoyance at her manservant's bowing and deference, HY smoothly mounted his own horse, settling himself into the saddle. Taller men had some trouble with horses, he had been told. Developing pains in one's back curving the legs out if too much time was spent on horseback was the tale, but HY had seen no evidence to support the stories. Slipping the blade into his own saddlebag, not wanting it wandering too far from his sight, he heeled the gelding into a canter, hearing their small group quickly falling in behind them. He led for the first mile or so, but as they left the mountain upon which the temple had been located, Kern moved a bit faster and overtook him," My lord," He said with a silly grin and sillier bow, performed perfectly even though his horse was moving at a good pace. Hy scowled and swung the man, who evaded by quickly straightening himself and moved his horse a bit faster. Kern would be guiding them for now. Night fell and an hour or so later, they set up camp. The absence of any other war parties did seem off to HY, but he thought it merely because most were engaged in political struggles further to the east. Setting up camp was a simple affair. The Jackals tended to sleep out in the open instead of carrying tents themselves, only using the small, makeshift tents that they had in times of rain or foul weather. At the moment, it proved rather pleasant, and HY could think of worse places to spend the night than under the stars. A fire was started and bedrolls were prepared. Keran and HY alike seemed surprised by Lon ho's offer to cook for them, as well as More, which was offered while they were brushing down their horses. Kern looked at HY, who smiled," If it would not be too much trouble for you, my good man. The food that we have brought is basic and utilitarian in make." As the man rushed back, Kern chuckled," I suppose I don't mind. Can't be worse than IRA's works with food. I ask you, how does one manage to serve fish that is both raw and burnt at the same time?" Hy laughed heartily," To the woman's credit, her skills seem to lie in the making of honey wine. The drink that she makes is fit for gods, I must say." Keran nodded," I have tasted the stuff. It is the finest I have ever had, which is the only reason why the men forgave her disaster in the kitchens." Lon ho smiled as he worked very quickly to set a kettle on the fire after he had filled it from the stream with fresh water. After he had gathered some greens and some spices from his pack he tossed them into the water as it began to boil. Tossing in a few handfuls of rice and putting the lid on he set it to the edge of the fire to keep warm. Dorje finished her prayer and came back to the campfire to perch on a rock. "In years past, the Warlords would offer prayers to the Gods to give them victory. I do not believe that one Warlord can claim he is favored by the Gods any more than another. The Gods would seem to be capricious to offer victory to one on one day and to another on a different day. I think it is more likely that the Warlord with the best trained army will be victorious." she bowed to HY then. Lonho stirred the rice and added the chopped bits of sausage he had been working on as the rice steamed. Recovering the kettle he sat and waited patiently. The aroma of the simple rice stew would be heavenly. The monks of the Serenity Temple made their own sausage and smoked it in the fall. It was a delicious slightly salted and spiced treat that kept year round in the cellars of the Temple. When he removed the lid this time, the rice had absorbed all the water and the bits of sausage had flavored the stew to perfection. He dished it up into wooden bowls and offered them to HY and More first, then to Kern. Taking his bowl last to sit at More's side as she ate. The horses grazed quietly as they night deepened. When she had finished, More handed her bowl to Lon ho, who took it and the others to the stream to wash them. He then busied himself brushing and tending the two Temple horses before the dark was complete. Dorje sat quietly listening to HY and his man speaking. Her eyes seemed distant, though she would turn her attention to them if they spoke to her. Many memories of the past haunted her, and she would tell tales if they asked. HY felt himself increasingly distracted from conversation as his hunger started to speak louder, especially as the smells of the food that Lon ho was preparing filled the air. At another time he would have admonished that adding spices and the like to the food would make their camp more conspicuous, as the smell of food traveled a long way, to human and animal noses alike. But... it did smell too good to sour with his preaching. They had had a long day, and just one night of this couldn't hurt. He turned back to More when she spoke, smiling in that way that he remembered his surrogate father smiling when he asked a question about war and tactics," Prayer has little to do with summoning aid from the gods, unless the leader or lord is more religious than most," He sat, crossing his legs, placing his hands on his knees as he did so," There are four things that dictate success or failure in war. First and foremost, is training, and by way of training, experience. Better trained and experienced troops fight better. Second, and equally important is morale, under which lie the belief of the soldiers in their commander and in the righteousness of their cause. Therein lies the benefit of praying for the Gods' support, as men fight harder when they believe that the Gods back them. Belief in a commander lies in his care for his troops, supply of food and proper engagement, as well as victories. Nothing saps morale like defeat after defeat." Hy was interrupted by Lon ho offering him a bowl of the rice, which he gratefully accepted, and he resumed talking as he ate," Third is tactical advantage. A combination of the two above supplemented by proper use of ground, auxiliary forces and numbers, naturally. Where a smaller group would be helplessly outflanked by a much larger force on open ground, they could funnel forces into a slim path, using mountains or forests to make an opponent's numbers count for less than they would otherwise. Fourth," He smiled and took a bite of his food, chewing and swallowing before he continued," Well that would be in your area of expertise. Some would call it fate or divine providence. Other... blind luck. Weather, natural disasters, strikes of plague or pestilence in camp among beasts and men, and even the sudden untimely death of a charismatic leader have had influence time and time again on the course of events, sometimes causing wars to end without bloodshed," Remarkably few times, admittedly, but remarkable still that such events had caused men to stop with their need for fighting. Another bite of his food made him pause for a moment," I have always been of the opinion that the Gods help those who help themselves in these cases. The better prepared army usually triumphs, unless in the rare cases where the Gods step down to help those who cannot help themselves. But... I don't think I would know much about that," And with that, he tucked into his food. The sound of crickets filled the night. A distant screech of an owl startled the horses, but they settled quickly. More nodded at HY. "You are a very wise Warlord. You are confident and brave. Your men follow you because you have fostered this belief in your skills. Your willingness to give them respect and acknowledgment of their skills, keeps them loyal." She looked up at the full moon and a ghost of a smile tickled her face. "There used to be many who believed that the moon was the face of a God. Or even the sun. But those are superstitious fools. Gods are invented by humans to give an identity to the Nameless One. But none can understand something they cannot see. There is only One God, though the many priests who worship any number of Gods or Goddesses will argue with you. It does not matter. We are each of us a part of the Nameless One. We are alive and doing the will of the Creator, who shall ever remain Nameless." Lonho bowed to her and his voice was humble. "I hear you, oh Sacred One. Your words echo deep in my soul." Dorje sighed. "In all the times I have spoken in the Temple and offered guidance, I have never claimed to be a Goddess. My calling is to bring peace to all. To offer solace in this harsh world. I do not seek higher office or wish to rule the hearts of men." Lonho blurted out, "You should be an Empress, a guiding light to all who seek wisdom. All should bow at your feet and offer fealty. You could unite all the Warlords and fight against the enemies who seek to destroy Tau." The priestess shook her head. "I do not seek this, Lon ho. I offer my humble wisdom to any who seek it. Fighting the enemy is what the Warlords do. They must remain strong and stop fighting each other. But it is impossible to make them see this wisdom. If I could find just one Warlord to bring them all to an understanding, we could fight off the coming war." She turned to HY. "I have not shared this with you before, but I fear I must. I have had visions. A great fleet of ships will come to the islands soon. They will bring trade at first, but they will cast their greed on the riches of this land. They will return with armies and try to claim Tau for their King. It will be a bloody and devastating war. I do not think we can avoid it. But we must be prepared." She spoke quietly. As the priestess began to speak of the Nameless One, HY and Kern exchanged glances. This was not something new, apparently as Lon ho seemed entranced by the words, but the shot like an arrow over both men's heads. They knew little of gods, magic, moons or suns and had little incentive to learn. Survival was their god, and they worshiped at it's alter of blood and tears regularly. They had little time for any others. Once she finished speaking, both men bowed their heads in a manner that they hoped was reverent," In that field, my lady, I bow to your superior knowledge." Her next words, however, were more cause for concern. That and Lon ho's. Speaking of an empress ruling over Team united were dangerous words, likely to cause violence in the best of situations. Few warlords would take kindly to anyone usurping their unranked hold on the lands. Despite the constant skirmishes and battles that showed their tries at increasing their hold, they were content in holding their little fiefs. Even a priestess with a message of coming invasion would be met with mixed reception. However, it was said that dangerous times called for dangerous measures. If only a few of the larger clans could be united against a common foe, forcing the rest of join in their cause, by force or alliance, would be easier. It all depended on the timeline really. If the foreign force were to invade while they were in the process of unifying the warlords the effect would be more devastating than if they were to attack them as they were now." Have the gods shown you a way in which we might be prepared?" It never entered in his mind to doubt her. Again, her knowledge of the gods, or God, dwarfed his own and if she said that they spoke to her, who was he to say otherwise? "A way to unite the warlords and their warriors towards single purpose and common enemy?" The camp was silent for a few moments as More gave the matter some thought. "The Nameless One gives us free will to do as we like. Things that should be done often go undone, because they are painful or humiliating. And yet it is in the pain of a mother's womb that the child comes forth, and it is the child's greatest fear at that point when it is squirming in its own pain to be free of it, that the miracle of a new life is revealed." she murmured quietly. Lonho bowed his head to the ground. "Then we must suffer before all is revealed." Dorje nodded. "Even now the Great Ship approaches the coast. Are you prepared to fight, Lord HY? You will see the enemy when we get to the village, and it will seem harmless. But you must gather your wits and observe his methods and his weapons."------------Far away in the small village of Classes a fishing boat would land, and a frightened fisherman would leave his boat at the dock and race to the Elder's house. "Lord Haha!! A great Monster approaches! It has white wings and sits on the horizon like a giant dragon!! We must send to the Warlord and warn him!" Lord Haha was startled to see the very frightened fisherman and to hear his words. He came out of his house and looked to where the fisherman frantically pointed. There on the horizon and tacking slowly towards the island was a great sailing ship. Its sails billowed in the wind as it went back and forth, steadily making progress towards the island. It was indeed huge! The masts were taller than the tallest tree on the island, there were three of them, and they billowed like giant wings. The ship seemed to dance on the sea, for all the world like a frightful enemy showing off its size and intimidating manner. The villagers were panicking. They had never seen anything like it. They swarmed the highest vantage points and pointed. A lot of them started packing carts and preparing to flee inland. The Elder sent a messenger to Lord Kane. He was not as frightened as the rest of them, but kept his cool. The Warlord would fight for the village, as it was his sacred duty to do so. The Warlord came to the high point overlooking the village and peered at the ship. His face was grim. He studied the way it moved and noted the way the wind blew. The ship was struggling to get closer. At the rate it was going it would take several hours to get close. He turned to the Elder, "Lord Haha, the Goddess of the sea tries to beat back the monster with the wind. But it seems persistent. We must prepare. I will send out messengers to the other Warlords, and ask them to come to the aid of the land. Take as many of the villagers as you can gather and head to the mountains further inland. It might be unable to come on land. We do not know until it gets closer." Lord Haha nodded, "You are wise, Lord Kane. We will do as you say." He bowed low to the Warlord and started giving orders. Soon the village roads were clogged with carts and fleeing people streaming towards the mountains. Messengers on fast horses headed to the distant Warlords, hoping they were not needed, but willing to bring them back with the greatest speed. Overbearingly helpful. HY rubbed the bridge of his nose trying to discern what it was that the Priestess meant by what she had said. Free will, things that should be done were not because they were not pleasant. Any war could be described as such. There was suffering in every conflict, pain and the newly discovered love for life by those that had escaped death. Those that had not experienced this suffering saw war and conflict as something to be relished and enjoyed. Hy would love to see the day when warlords 'enjoyed' trooping it harsh in a campaign with their troops instead of remaining aloof, watching the fighting from afar. Even so, in the world that they lived in..." I'm always ready to fight, my lady," He said softly," You can rely on me."" On me equally," Kern interjected, cleaning his beard," And on the rest of the Jackals too."" I may vouch for that," HY said with a nod and smile in Kern's direction," If there's fighting to be done, there are few better prepared and willing than my men." The eyes of the priestess were calm as she studied HY and his companion. "You are so eager for death? Or merely the thought of fighting?" she was not condemning their reasoning, only curious. Lonho bowed and then scurried about, preparing the sleeping quarters of the Priestess. More contemplated the words of HY. "Perhaps you will find your fighting in the village. But not yet. Even now the villagers flee the area. We must make haste in the morning to see what has transpired. Lord Kane will welcome our council, as he is quite perplexed." She rose from her seat and bowed to each of them in respect. "I expect the new day will give us more questions than answers. I shall be awake at dawn and ready to travel as you both will be." She was not ordering anyone, but merely stating fact. As she disappeared into her small tent and retired, Lon ho curled himself into a blanket in front of the tent opening and went to sleep. Morning found them all rested and ready to travel the half day to the village. Horses saddled and ready after a quick breakfast of toasted bread spread with the pulp of some berries Lon ho had found growing next to the stream. They were quite surprised to find messengers on the road hurrying to the various Warlords. Clearly there was something happening in the villages. Terror was an interesting thing. Men who were used to the concept for death were more superstitious than most, having stared into the eyes of the Underworld on more than one occasion. Charging straight into a line of enemy soldiers, hopelessly outnumbered? They would do that without thinking, empowered simply by an overwhelming amount of ale. But death by monsters and magic seemed more terrifying. As if being killed by something that was supernatural somehow ended with you being more dead than if you had been killed by regular means. And anything barring contemporary weapons was considered magical. Even being run over by a carriage was somehow an inferior death than being speared through the gut. Lord Haha had begun to give orders, sending messages to the other Warlords, more towards informing them of the possible threat. There was a plea to have them come to his aid should fight ensue, but he doubted they would come, preferring to see a rival fall to the invaders to helping him repel them. Such was the world that they lived in. Such was life. The sea monster drove ever closer, revealing its immense size in the afternoon sunlight. Only a ship of it'as size would be able to sail over the open ocean, and yet Kane had never seen it's kind before. Great and broad, the sails reaching up to touch the very clouds. They had to be, to push a ship of that size over the waves. Kane had met a ship-builder in his time, and while the man had only made and repaired fishing skiffs, he had mentioned a dream to build a great ship capable of sailing to the very edge of the earth. The sails, the man had said, would have to be immense so that even if the wind were cross, it could still move at a great speed. Rowers to move the ship when there was no wind, would have to count in the hundreds. He could see no holes low enough for oars on the monstrosity that approached. Maybe they had a way to open the holes when needed? The ship stopped, the sails starting to be furled and a great splash showing the anchors hammering into the water to drag the thing to a stop. Men could be seen, small as ants, scampering all over the thing, indicating that it was no sea monster of dubious origin, but man-made and man-powered. The great white sails were furled and a flag of unknown origin was unfurled at the top of the tallest mast. Lord June looked back inland, where the villagers could still be seen making their way inland, away from the coast. Away from the ship. Such was the world that they lived in. If something unknown appeared, they had to assume that it meant them harm. If they were wrong, it would be a pleasant surprise. If they were right, they would be prepared. A prepared as they could be, in any case. Just as he saw a group of men pushing a smaller boat over the edge of the ship, a rider came and whispered something in the ear of Lord Haha, who looked mildly concerned." Lord June. A woman approaches, a priestess by her garb, escorted by two ruffians." A cautious look crossed his face," Do we know of their intent?"" No." Akune sighed deeply. The assumption that the whole world was hostile was cumbersome at times, but it was his duty to protect the village," Take a half dozen men and detain them until we have seen to this... thing," He indicated his head towards the ship, and the comparatively tiny boat rowing its way over the waves towards them.*******************************************More questions than answers, she said. If her future predictions proved as true as this was, he would have little to fear. On her end, anyway. The first thing that could be noticed when they took to the roads once more that it was clogged with people heading in the opposite direction. Most questions were answered with steely glares and sometimes plainly ignored, and the ones that were answered proved equally cryptic, the people speaking of a monster arriving from the sea on the horizon." Do you know of what they speak?" He asked More in a quiet voice, seeing a group of soldiers waiting for them as they came closer to the village and the coast. The great ship Driven had sailed far beyond the shores of the southern continent. For many days the sailors lamented they would never see land again. The intrepid Captain, Edgar Ginger, refused to let them turn about. "I know there are lands beyond our ken on the open sea. We must be brave and explore! Think of the exotic things we may find!" The Goddess Ballet had guided them so far, ever indicating west as the winds blew them farther from the lands they knew. Then on the fifth day in the early dawn's light the watchman in the tall crow's nest atop the highest mast yelled down with all excitement. "LAND HO!! A massive island!" The crew clambered on deck to look through enhanced glass scopes to look to the west as the lookout pointed. Captain Ginger took out his scope and trained it on the horizon. "I see a plume or two of smoke. It may be a village. We must be prepared for conflict. They would not know us this far west. Humans or another race, we do not know. Approach cautiously, there may be reefs. Watch the waves and seek patterns of breakers, which would indicate shallow water. Lower sail and prepare to drop anchor." The crew scrambled on the Captain's orders. Warriors trained in fierce combat against the worst foes assembled on deck with spears and shields ready. The crew members trained to test for depth raced to the bow and peered anxiously at the waves as the ship neared the shoreline. The water appeared deep enough until they were within sight of the village itself. Then the call went out for caution and a shallower draft than the ship could handle. The anchors were dropped and sails furled. The ship pulled to a gentle stop as the anchors bit into a reef and held it fast." Captain, Sir, the village seems to have a waiting committee. They look apprehensive." The First Mate was eyeing the assemblage on the wooden docks. They looked human, at least, and well armed with sword and spear." Aye, they know us not. We must ease their fears and offer gifts. Assemble the trade offerings, one crate of steel tools and assorted fabrics, silk and cotton. Perhaps some bread, we can spare some. We still have plenty of flour. We shall have to communicate with sign language I am sure. Do not offer spirits, they might not like alcohol. There are other things we can offer later, once we establish we are friendly." he beckoned to the priest who accompanied them. "You can cast the spell of Tongues? It might be best for you to accompany the first sailors and offer the trade goods. I trust your diplomatic skills, Marvel." The priest nodded. "I shall do so as soon as we land on the docks. I shall cast a blessing upon all of us to make us appear benign. Hopefully that should keep them from attacking us out of hand." The priest was benevolent looking as he prepared to get into the long boat and be rowed to shore. The trade goods were loaded, and the rowers smiled as the priest cast his blessing spell. The small boat made it's way to shore and the aura surrounding the delegation was peaceful. Marvel stood in the bow of the rowboat and smiled as they approached the wooden docks. He spread his hands wide to show them he carried no weapon. Swords were drawn, weapons readied. The size of the vessel meant that it was probably not from the isles. A long ways away as well. Where from? Were they hostile? The assumption was that they were, as visitors tended to be. June wished he lived in a world where the people could be less hostile of the novelty of change, and yet he had a responsibility to protect those that lived under his protection. Greeting the visitors with weapons was what was expected of him. He did not draw his own sword, which remained on the belt at his side, and yet when his men gripped their own drawn swords, bared spears and shields, he offered no sign of deterrence. The small boat came closer to shore and the men grew more tense, whispering among themselves, stories beginning to spread. June tried not to listen to them, allowing his keen eyes to make out their visitors as well as he could as they came closer. They looked relatively from a distance. They looked like regular humans, with eyes, ears, hands, arms and legs in all the right places, but there were some subtle differences that became apparent as they came closer. He nudged his horse forward, stepping it forward until the beast's hooves were in the shallows near to where the oddest men in the world would be landing. Finally, when the small boat came into the shallows as well, shallow enough for the men to leave their vessel if they so chose, June raised a hand." Greetings," He called out in a stern voice," Come no closer until you state who you are, where you are from and what your business is in our lands." The priest smiled benevolently and called out in a sonorous voice, "I am Marvel, a humble priest of Ballet. We come in peace, we bring gifts. We have need of fresh water and food. Trade is our life, and we have come a long ways, from the East." The words from the priest seemed to flow in a musical language that was not familiar to the warriors, though the spell made it possible for them to understand what was said. The rowing crew had stopped and the tip of the boat had caught the sand and stopped. They would make no move without being invited on shore. They eyed the fierce looking warriors with apprehension. There was no desire to be captured. There was a variety of faces among the crew. Some were dark and swarthy, others were a bit pale. The appearance of Elves was curious, human in appearance and yet the longer pointed ears made them appear exotic. None among them showed any weapons, though each carried sword and dagger. Captain Ginger stood on the deck and peered at them through his telescope. He watched as the horsemen approached his rowing crew and commanded them to stop. It was expected of course, caution was always good for either side. He would not risk another boatload of men if something happened to this one. He had enough firepower on his ship to blow the village to smithereens, but he was not wont to do that. Magical weapons like his cannon had to be used sparingly if at all.-----More smiled at the small group of men dispatched to detain them. She bowed deeply and waited for HY to address the men. He was the one with the sword to return to its proper place, she was only here to see how he did. If any of the guards recognized her, they might speak up. More had been to the small village before, to heal some malady of the local fishermen. They had bid her welcome to come back anytime. June could not help by be suspicious. It was in his nature. More than once a warlord had come forward with a smile, offerings and words of peace only to be hiding a poisoned dagger behind his back. Literally, at one point. The warlords had never trusted each other, and for good reason. June himself could not honestly say that if an opportunity arose for him to take the land and power out from under one of his rivals that he would refrain and withhold himself. There were few unalterable rules in the world, but one of them was that fate favored the strong. But his first and foremost responsibility was the protection of his people and his soldiers besides. And while he would not trust these new arrivals, he did not want to anger these... men? They seemed like men, walking and speaking like men, but they seemed off. Their skin color was odd, darkened to interesting hues in the sun and their ears were longer and more pointed than they ought. Humble priest or not, these creatures were more than what met the eye. His eye, at least." Far be it from me to come between a servant of the gods and his or her desires," Whether that desire was his or her own or the gods', June completed in his mind," You may come ashore for food and water, but I must ask you to leave your weapons on your vessel. You have my word of honor that they will not be touched and that your own safety is assured. But to placate my people, it is something that I must ask," He extended a hand to his men, indicating for them to stand down. A small groan from the more bloodthirsty of the bunch, but the drawn blades were sheathed, and the spears lifted. Hy dismounted from his horse, followed by his man as the riders came close. They looked to be on edge, these men, hands on their weapons and eyes quickly sizing up the two warriors until their eyes fell on the Priestess. The hostility faded for a moment, but it returned when they turned their attention back on HY, sensing somehow that he was the superior of the two fighters," Names and business in these parts," The captain of the troop demanded curtly, his eye easily falling on the missing finger and brand," Speak quickly!" Hy made a face and bowed his head in deference, as was proper and looked the man in the eye," My comrade and me are escorts to the Lady More and her manservant on her quest to deliver a gift to these parts," Best if they thought that she was carrying the steel blade and not him. That would cause some trouble that could be easily avoided. The captain's eyebrows raised, and he removed his helmet, showing a man with a short beard and darker skin than most. A career soldier, or so it appeared," My Lady More honors us with her presence. It has been too long," A quick hand movement indicated for his men to dismount, and they did quickly, whispering between themselves. They all either knew the Lady, or had heard of her. The captain himself dismounted and bowed stiffly at the waist," I am Den, my lady. You blessed my son when last you visited, when he was sick with fever. He is alive and well, a healthy lad, thanks to your blessing." Turning back to HY, his eyes narrowed again, although they seemed a tad less hostile than they had been before," I must warn you, stranger, that there is trouble on the coast. Lord June expects an attack from a creature of them ocean, and thus has ordered that the village be emptied. With the Lady More, you are free to move about as you wish, but I would advise you to remain far from the coast for the moment. Without the Lady More," Another pointed look at his brand as well as a curious eye at the mark that she had place," I would advise you to complete your business here and leave." The men and elves on the boat nodded and accepted the terms. It was a show of trust on both sides. The left obvious weapons in the bottom of the boat and then the priest waited until they had drawn the boat far enough onto the sandy beach for him to step out. "Your terms are to be expected. We are strangers to you as you are to us. Please allow us to bestow these gifts. You are welcome to distribute them as you wish. If there be a chief or headman here, I would be honored to meet him or her." Upon the tentative nod of June, the men in the boat unloaded several crates, and a barrel of wheat. Simple things in the crates like crafted pewter cups and pitchers, bags of colorful glass beads, painted porcelain plates depicting the land where the strangers were from. There were also carved animals and human figures out of wood and ivory. All very nice and interesting trade items." The barrel of seed is for planting, a grass that produces this grain is easy to grow, and the seed can be ground into a flour. It can be made into bread or simply cooked as a cereal. We offer this in exchange for any grain or flour you might have that is similar or different. We do need fresh meat or fish. And of course fresh water. We can bring empty barrels for the water if you accept these gifts, and we are allowed to return to our ship." The priest was very humble, and he noted the bowing was customary, and he did indeed bow to the warlord in accordance.--------More was smiling and bowing to Den, "I am happy your son is healthy. We have come to return something that was stolen. I would speak with Lord Sakai if he is not too busy. I am certain he would be happy to have this item returned. You say there is trouble? This man, Lord Total, is my escort, and I ask that you treat him with respect. He has earned my trust. If Lord June needs help, I would offer my aid. But first we need to see Lord Sakai." she bowed humbly to the Captain. The fact she addressed HY as a Lord was not lost on the soldiers. Frowns and mutterings came forth, and she knew they did not understand. But she stood unmoving and dignified as they parted for them to pass. When they were escorted to Lord Sakai's home they found him nervous and muttering. "What is the meaning of this?" he inquired gruffly, then his eyes opened wide as he spotted Lady More." My Lady More! Forgive me, I am sorely tested. Come to the window and look out upon the beach below us. That monster has disgorged figures, and they come to the shore. I am waiting for a report from Lord June. What do you make of it? Surely it is a vengeful spirit or even a Dragon!" He was clearly agitated. Dorje bowed to Lord Sakai and blinked in surprise as he led her to the window to look out. The ship was riding gently on the waves, sails were now rolled up. Still it was an awesome sight. It looked like a wooden castle or house on the water. She had never seen its like. "It is amazing! Lord Sakai, I do not see it as alive. It looks like a house sitting on the water. Are those men on the shore? Have you talked to them?" she was clearly interested in learning more. The trade was acceptable. These men... loosely described as such, appeared to be of a fair and honorable sort, and thus, as they trusted in him and his men, June decided that he would trust them. Not entirely, as it was the fate of his people that was held in his hands, but enough to let them land and gather what supplies they needed. They certainly weren't from the Isles, and as such had come from a long way to arrive at their humble shores over leagues and leagues of undrinkable water. They deserved some hospitality, at least." You have my permission to retrieve what water you need," He pointed in the direction of the city center," Our well is at your disposal. As for the exchange of seeds and goods," He turned to his men and nodded to them," You would need to speak with the tradesmen in the town," He turned his horse around and gently nudged it forward, speaking softly to his commander," Tell your men to inform the villagers that there is no danger here, for the moment. Their traders are needed to exchange with these," He could think it, but he couldn't voice them as men, so he just left it at that. The men understood, and quickly went to inform the people of the area that the monster, if it was indeed a monster, had disgorged a rather civilized folk with trade on their minds. Djen had a double-take when the Lady referred to the common thief as lord, but he refrained from correcting her. If she chose to elevate him to the status of lord, it was the place of much loftier men than he to contradict her. So he merely bowed and shot a glance at Total once more, more incredulous than suspicious now. Hy, for himself, kept his silence as well. The Lady More's ways were her own, and far be it from him to try and correct her, especially in this company. His back did straighten a bit as she called him Lord, despite everything, and he had to fight a smile off his lips. She had that sort of effect on someone. If she believed in him so much... well, who was he to say that she was wrong? The inner glow lasted much longer than their walk to the Lord Haha's home. It lasted, specifically, until HY's eyes fell on the figure in the distance, silhouetted in the blue of the sky and ocean. Immense, even from this distance, HY found himself leaning into the window from where he could clearly see thing of dreams, his mouth hanging open as he openly stared. Kern was similarly touched, but had enough presence of mind to nudge HY's mouth closed." By the..." The Even priest smiled at the welcome, relieved that the gifts were acceptable. His men unloaded the barrels and crates and stacked them on the beach. He turned to the coxswain and ordered him to fetch the water barrels. The long boat shoved off again and made haste to the ship. It did not take long for the empty barrels to be loaded onto the boat and the rowers to return. The Priest walked calmly beside the Captain of the Guard. "We have come a long ways, sailing over the vastness of the sea to these shores. We are traders and curious as to what is available on this lovely set of islands. Do you have livestock and agriculture? I see horses, that is a good sign. They look a little bit smaller than the ones I am used to, but very sturdy." The elves from the ship rolled the barrels along the beach to the well and with smiles and a few bows, they managed to begin working at filling the empty barrels with well water. The coxswain tested the water with a little bit of alchemy and deemed it safe. He noted some interesting chickens and a few hogs wandering the streets. In spite of that the streets were relatively clean. He saw a worker move quickly to clean up a discharge from a hog and load it into a cart. Scattering sand over the area to absorb the smell. In the distance he saw sheep grazing in a rocky pasture near the sea. He could also hear the lowing of cattle. While the priest explored the town and talked with the now reassured townspeople, he answered questions about the ship. "If you gather together in the town square and ask the Mayor or Headman to join us, I will answer all the questions you may have."--------The sight of the ship and its inhabitants had the Mayor and his aides nervously jabbering. More turned to them and quelled her curiosity for a moment to pull the Mayor aside. "Lord Sakai, we have returned something precious to the town. I would have you honor Lord Total, for he has defeated the thief and seeks only to return the stolen Sword of Tumor." she bowed to the Mayor and almost smiled at his look of dumbfounded shock." The Sword of Tumor? It has been missing for many years! How did you..." his gaze went at once to HY. His gaze was full of respect. "I am humbled at your honor, Lord Total. I shall have a feast declared, and we shall return the Sword to its rightful place. The Spirit of Tumor will be pleased. Allow me to have the details worked out while we venture to the beach to see these newcomers. I have a feeling the luck and prestige of this village has just been elevated greatly." Dorje gave HY a little wink, unseen by the rest. She leaned to murmur to him. "They will remember this day for many years. You will be an honored hero." The Mayor spent a few minutes giving orders and then beckoned to them to join him as he was decked out in his finery to greet the alien visitors. More and HY followed with Kern and Lon ho right behind them. The fascination was clear in the eyes of both Jackals as they looked at the water beast, barely touched by the waves. The immense white sails, unfurled but still catching the breeze," Those... would be as massive as the clouds once unfurled," Kern whispered, almost reverently as his eyes grew wide." I did not know that you knew about ships, my friend." Keran chuckled and nodded," Admittedly, I do not know much. But I remember sitting on the docks as a boy, trying to imagine myself as a sailor and traveling to distant lands, overcoming the natural fear of our people and coming back a hero. There was crowning, feasts, and many women in this dream," HY raised an eyebrow and smiled," That was, of course, before I realized that I was bound for dry land. And before I realized that my stomach did not agree with the open ocean," The man's face twisted a bit, and HY smiled." And yet the dream remains," He placed his hand on the Kern's shoulder, but he turned when the Sword was mentioned. Half prepared to defend his possession of the weapon, and his own safety if needed, he was surprised as the Mayor didn't demand death or dismemberment, but rather a feast," Ah... yes. Honor. Feast. I am..." His look of confusion was as clear as it was brief as he caught More's wink, and he managed a half smile," You honor me greatly," He reached into his bags and withdrew the blade from its resting place. The balance was perfect, smooth and carefully crafted. He remembered how his opponent had wielded the blade. Skilled, but lacking in the heart required to wield it. No courage to commit himself, grip the blade and his destiny with both hands and ride the storm. That was why he died. That was why HY now held an honored blade of a great hero. He fell to one knee, still cautious and offered the blade up," It is my honor to present this blade back to it's resting place." The door to the chamber opened to show a severe looking man, tall and lean as a whip, a small arch in his back as was customary in a tall man accustomed to riding a horse. There was gray at the man's temples and his beard and hair, while Spartan decorated, were well groomed and clean. This man was no common foot soldier, and certainly not a peasant. The blade at his side indicated that he was a Lord." What is the meaning of this?" June snapped, his eyes falling on the blade and the man who carried it. The man wore common clothes and looked more like a hired sword than anybody that should be carrying a blade of such craftsmanship. And yet he had a nobility of spirit that was hard to ignore. And the man looked very uncomfortable holding the weapon, seeming to want to have it out of his hands as soon as possible, even more so at June's tone. As for Total, he remained kneeling, but his grip on the blade tightened. Was he supposed to have presented the blade to this lord instead of the mayor? His eyes flicked back and forth between the two men and More, looking for clues as to what the appropriate action was. The entrance of June stopped everyone in their tracks. More bowed to the Lord and murmured. "Many blessings on you and your clan, Lord June. There is reason for celebration. The precious blade of Tumor has been returned. The thief lies dead at Lord Total's hand, and he is humble enough to return the relic to it's true resting place." Lonho backed up out of the way as he looked at the thunder on Lord June's face. He had been fascinated by the sight of the water monster, but he was now fearing for More and HY. Lord June was not known as a patient or forgiving man. No doubt his honor had been smeared when the sword was discovered missing. The Mayor frowned at Lord June and cleared his throat. "We have much to do, Lord June. This matter is of great importance, but we must not forget the things happening on the beach. What have you to report?" he stood firm. More and her party were his honored guests. A servant was fussing with Lord Sakai's garments and the Mayor shooed him away with irritation. He crossed his arms and waited for the report. He had observed the peasants coming back slowly, and the figures on the beach unloading things. Furthermore, he was intensely curious. June's frown was formidable, but his eyes lit up when the origin of the blade was revealed. The range of emotions that flickered across his face went by in less than a moment. Doubt, anticipation, relief and finally, recognizing who More was, a small twinge of goodwill. The frown lessened. This man might be a thief, or former thief, but if More called him lord then he was not one to argue. Especially in the eyes of such a gift. Most warriors would have kept the blade. There was honor in this one. Dorje had a habit of bringing this kind of honor out in the people around her, he thought as the frown turned into a smile," There is indeed reason for celebration, my Lady. The blade of Tumor is a relic that has been missed for many years. We are blessed," He turned to Total, bowing stiffly," And honored by your humility, Lord Total." Hy made a fine effort in avoiding blushing, keeping his face straight as he returned the respectful bow to June. However, beyond that he didn't know what to do. Was he supposed to offer the blade to June? Keep it? His previous encounters with the other warlords had been by way of blades, hired for or against, and he had never been greeted as an equal. He was treading on unknown territory now. Thankfully, Lord June himself came to his rescue as he turned to More and the Mayor in turn." We have more reason to celebrate, Lady More. The mighty vessel that you a see over the water brings traders from beyond the great sea. They are not looking for a fight, so far as I can tell, and they wish to trade with the town. I had thought that a feast in their honor would couple well with an opportunity to trade with them, hear from where they hail and what their future intentions are," His eyes focused on Sakai," Would you not agree?" Lord Sakai was smiling. "Traders? That does sound interesting. Yes a feast would be splendid! I am sure we can arrange to honor Lord Total as well. We shall do a ceremony for him to return the blade to its rightful place. The Shrine is in the center of the village." He turned to his assistant and gave orders for the feast. Turning to Total he smiled. "I have been told the return of an artifact like this sometimes confers blessings upon the one who returns them. Please come with me and we will see if this holds true. Lady More, you would honor us with your words and wisdom on this momentous occasion?" The smile on her face was serene. "Indeed, Lord Sakai. I have a few words...we should return the blade to the Shrine and then place guards around it. I suggest that only those who obtain permission from you be permitted to view it. Something like this invites thievery. It would be wise to curtail those who see it." Lord Sakai was impressed. "I will heed your words, Lady More. Come, let us all proceed to the Shrine and Lord Total can return the blade to its sacred resting place. Lord June, will you give us an honor guard?" The party moved outside to the path, the guards forming a protective shield around them as they proceeded to the Shrine. It was an ornate building in the center of the village and as they filed in, guards were stationed at the entrance to prevent anyone from entering. There was a beautiful wooden stand in front of the ceramic urn that held the ashes of Tumor. Lord Sakai lit some incense and bowed to the urn. "Lord Tumor, that which was stolen is returned. Bless the man who has honored your memory." he intoned briefly. He stepped back to give HY room to place the sword on its cradle. All the rest of them gathered around and knelt at the Shrine, waiting to see what happened. Dorje smiled at Total, then leaned to whisper to him. "Just place it on the cradle. You can say a few words if you wish."

Empress of Taum-Verasaille and Deamonbane|rating:4.0

Château fort de Vic'Toria

Château fort de Vic'Ornate main setting of this play is high-magic medieval fantasy, with portals to other worlds. In this setting fantastic creatures live, and humans sport morphological curiosities such as four arms, tails wings, horns, scales and so on, and they are biologically immortal. Magical creatures such as elves, werewolves, nymphs and unicorns exist as well, and the setting is by large D&D compatible. The main scene is the castle of Vic'Tonia, the Crimson Sorceress. This towering redhead is by reputation a brutal tyrant set to conquer the world she lives in. But that is just her day job. What Tonia loves the most is training her slaves to be more loyal, skilled, humble and better behaved. They are her most valued possessions, but possessions still. Her favorite of these is a beautiful, bright-eyed boy named Gab'Riel. She has had this slave since he was an infant, given to her by a tribal chieftain as ransom so she would not obliterate their village. That was almost 300 years ago. 300 years of being treated and trained more like a pet than a person, and learning to fear the brutal whims of his owner. But not once did the blind brutality of the physically powerful woman direct itself towards her precious pet, and by now the boy's entire existence revolves around his servitude to his mistress. He wishes for nothing more than her to exploit him fully. There are some things that hired help cannot be trusted with, such as making food that isn't poisoned, feeding the mistress' collection of exotic beasts and cleaning to the trophy room. Tonia's elite guard are fanatical Amazon warrior women, patrolling the private area of the castle, but their mission is too important to be distracted by the petty tasks the slaves take care of. Long candles as thick as an arm float in glass tubes, providing the sole illumination in the long, carpeted hallways of the castle. They burn for a week straight, but it is a constant job to change them. The West wall of the rectangular trophy and throne room have tall windows of stained-glass. The mistress' throne faces south from its elevated position on the top of a wide set of cold stone stairs. Pedestals form ranks on both sides of the thick carpet that lead up to the stairs, displaying amongst other things the water barrel sized decapitated and preserved head of an orc king on a spike, the talon of a dragon, a crown of ruby, and a gold-rimmed drinking horn. In the shadows by the East wall there is a heavy oaken bureau, a number of wide drawers with the names of each of the mistress' slaves on silver plaques. Behind the throne there are two exists. One leads to the mistress' study, where no one but herself is allowed. The other leads down to the dungeon. One arrives at the dungeon from the trophy and throne room through a passage way cut deep into the mountain. It's the lowest area of the castle, on the shore of an underground lake. Great steel braziers with roaring fire line the shore, casting dancing shadows on the cavern wall and the wide assortment of instruments of pleasure and pain. From the cavern ceiling far above hang an array of chains all down to the same height, creating the illusion of a ceiling in the center, right above a raised black marble platform. By the wall near the stage fine rugs have been laid over the cobblestone floor, along with divans and large, ornate pillows. This is where the mistress and her guests lounge as they watch the performance. The dining room is the same size as the trophy and throne room, right across the hallway. Stained-glass windows to the west, and a long table in the middle, polished blank like a black mirror. The bestiary consists of a collection of exotic beasts from around the world. Throughout the day some of them are let out into a special courtyard, sometimes as a means of execution. Vic'Tonia's pride here is a great saber tooth feline creature, larger than any horse. The great magical beast is intelligent, well-trained and spoiled rotten. The slaves' quarters are a series of not quite small rooms, well but simply furnished. Their privacy is only disturbed during weekly inspections, when they are required to stand outside in the hallway by their door as the mistress herself checks their rooms one by one. The doors don't have locks. The slaves are not always required to work. Often enough there is nothing to do for boredom to arise, and during these times the slaves are allowed in the library, the observatory, the kitchen, cellar, bestiary, Terrassa, spa, garden and of course their own rooms. Before this however they are required to report to their mistress, where they're subject to her unpredictable whims. The slaves are almost always barefooted and wear only a thin, fine linen loincloth kept up with an expensive jewelled brooch when they work, and this is true for the females as well. They are required to maintain a high level of personal hygiene, to groom and care for their skin. They are sometimes required to be in the public area, where the beautiful boys and girls are infallibly gawked at. Few dare touch the powerful matron's property, but when someone does transgress the punishment is quick and harsh. The elite guard of warrior women patrolling the private area of the castle are allowed certain freedoms with the slaves, their only limit being that they may not leave permanent marks on them. They use the slaves for their amusement, stress relief and pleasure. The sound of their heavy boots marching down the hallways is constant source of torment for the slaves, and they quickly learn to disappear when the guards approach. Only Gab'Riel dares stand up to them, sometimes at his own peril. In the large, walled garden grows medicinal herbs. A picturesque river flows through it, and ancient, gnarled trees provide shade under the hot summer sun. Public area:Ball room Throne room Dining hall Open court Kitchen & mess hall Military area:Walls Dungeon (the other kind)Garrison War room Final KeepArmoryStablesThis shows the general appearance of the castle: Vic'Coriander: female / futaOrientation: Bi dome, rarely subPartner pref: 1. Effeminate boys, 2. Pretty boys, 3. Submissive females / FTA. Will give time transform others to fit her taste Kinks: Eroding resistance, slave training, progressive humbling/humiliation, bondage, emotional bondage, low-contact erotic interplay Turn-offs: scat, piss, mutilation, sadism (masochism is ok), pre-teens, geriatrics, obesity, player attitude, poor grammar'm a bi male switch myself with 8 years of RP experience, no sexual RP, and I'm currently writing a novel. I'm stringent regarding writing skills, but not impossibly so. "U" instead of "you" will result in in-character correction etc.*******With small quick steps the new slave Jacobi walked barefooted up the cold stone stairs to his mistress' throne. On the last step he knelt and reached forward, touching the bronze skin of her sandal led foot. The towering goddess of a woman looked down upon him. She had four muscular arms, wide hips and a heavy chest, crowned by a mane of wild red hair and a mercilessly penetrating gaze." Speak, Jacobi."" Mistress, I- I must be punished!" Jacobi stammered, not daring to look up." Why is that, Jacobi?"" I broke the vase when I was cleaning it. It fell, and I wasn't quick enough."" Accidents happen, Jacobi. It was just a vase." It was Gab'Riel, mistress' first and most loyal slave who always attended her. He was the mistress' favorite bed partner and even allowed to speak in her place. The lithe, beautiful boy had the clearest, big blue eyes Jacobi had ever seen and thin white hair over his whole body, not quite fur. He had a long, thin tail, digitigrade legs and blue hair expertly ruffled. He wore the same thin loincloth all slaves did, but the ornate brooch on his was magical. The other boys said it did the same thing as the mistress' brooch; changed the sex of his lower half on demand. Jacobi tried to explain what he felt, but he couldn't. His voice broke as he begged, "Please, punish me."" Very well. Boy, fetch Jacobi's paddle." Riel nodded, took a step back and turned towards the oaken drawer where all the slaves'... peculiarities were stored. All six of them had their own drawer. Vic'Tonia sat forward in her throne so that Jacobi could lie over her knees. He felt a sense of relief knowing that he would soon no longer have to feel regret for his failure. The powerful woman stroked Jacobi's smooth skin down his back, slid her hand under his loincloth and slipped it off, letting it fall around his ankles. She gathered his hair behind his head and held it in her strong grip, separating her legs so that his back arched. Jacobi whimpered softly and Gab'Riel brought the lacquered wooden paddle, a small bow tied in pink ribbons around its handle. Mistress Tonia caressed his soft bottom with the paddle, her voice was breathy and full." Relax, 'Cobb." she spoke his familiar name, and just as he did she landed the first hit. Cobb screamed, more in surprise than pain, and a sense of release into that familiar feeling. He knew it so well. His mistress nuzzled his neck and caressed his naked skin to relax him between each slap, and after just a few more hits Cobb was satisfied. Riel had been watching steadfast the whole time, captivated. The mistress looked over to him and saw that he was sporting a sizeable hard-on. He was surprised and embarrassed that watching Cobb's punishment had so turned him on, but Tonia forbid him to hide his manhood. Instead, she told him to start stroking it, slowly and softly. The blue haired boy hesitated, blushing deeply because his dick was only becoming harder, but complied. Toria soon told him to bring the special lube to her and to then continue stroking himself. She lubed up Cobb's rear and her fingers were inside him before he knew what was going on. First one, then two, twisting and nimble. She teased Cobb as she felt his small dick throbbing against her thigh. She got him to beg for Riel's cock, because she wouldn't keep him feeling so good for long. Riel was happy to oblige with Cobb's wishes. The put one hand just above the younger boy's butt-cheeks and rubbed the head of his thick, curving cock up and down the boy's smooth, slippery ass. He entered firmly and gently and is soon thereafter making sweet boy-love to Cobb's still red and stinging posterior. He started grinding slowly at first, but was soon slapping his hips with such vigor that the mistress had to hold Cobb fast so he wouldn't fall off her lap. Cobb started moaning, a whisper at first, and the mistress put two fingers in his mouth, letting him lick and suck on them. Riel came deep and hard in Cobb's soft little tush, and Tonia told Cobb he should wash Riel's cock since she would be using it later that evening. Cobb obliged since he couldn't stand the thought of something that has been in his asshole going into his mistress dirty. Riel slid out of Cobb's butt and the boy got on his knees, put his hands on the older boy's hips and took his slick cock between his wet lips. Having been a good boy the mistress decided to give him a special reward. She sat back in her throne and had Cobb sit between her separated legs. She leaned him back and lifted his legs over her thighs, holding him immobile in her embrace as she gave him an expert hand job. Cobb's hips thrust on their own accord against her hand. Just when he was about to cum she flipped him upside down, bending him so that he had his head between his thighs and the tip of his cock just on his own lips. A few more strokes had him shooting his load over his own face and into his own mouth. She slid two fingers into his relaxed rectum and milked his prostate until all of it was in his mouth." Swallow" she commands with a slight amused smile, voice steady and calm. The boy's throat tightened a little, but he was obedient. It started to tickle on his tongue. She ran her finger over his cheeks and fed him the rest of his cum before letting him down on his knees. She asked him if that was all of it, but the boy knew that no, it wasn't... Some of Riel's cum had leaked out of his ass onto the throne where he had been sitting. The mistress had Cobb lick up the lost drops between her legs. She put a heavy hand on the back of his head and held him there for a while longer. Such desire to please as his deserved to be nurtured. Name: Luke (Full name Luke On Cladist) Age: 18 (Though his kind usually slows the aging process around their mid-teens) Height: 5’8 Build: Athletic Build, very slim with a few scars from scraps he had in the past. He has hips, much more for any young man his age and species. He’ll hide the fact he could pass as a beautiful young lady with trying to act tough. Skin: Porcelain White, it mimics the look of a doll with rosy lips and cheeks. He also has a pair of "Angel" wings that can stay small and "Cute". They can grow to at least five feet from the base to the tip. Genitals: They are... rosy. Just like his more prominent features on his body, he is uncircumcised and 5’4 when erect. His nipples also are very rosy. Fashion: His fashion is nobility-based. That’s how he was raised; he enjoys wearing clothing similar to a “Dandy Punk Lolita” Style (However he wears them on his off-time, much to his chagrin). His White hair isn’t cut in the front so he holds up his bangs by an assortment of hair clips. He also has a thing for Chains. Backstory: He is a young man of three other siblings, each a being a powerful, and at the same time a beautiful specimen of Demon. He is the youngest, often overlooking his other siblings “obsolete” advice and doing things his own way. They were born of another mother than he was, he loved them, but they couldn’t compare in power or beauty has he was. (At least that’s what he tells himself.) His father, one Lord Amadeus On Martel makes each of his children leave their quaint little estate to learn as much as they can about the world. Luke was let go at the age of 13, like his siblings, only carrying a change of clothing, food, a dagger and a raggedy, morbid black doll that has its own life called Itzel. He has a unique power where instead of using light magic like his older siblings, he relies on shadows, shaping them to whatever he wants, and if he has the energy to make them tangible and do his bidding. Unfortunately as he has little experience doing so he is limited to making shadow puppets and traveling with the shadows. His obsession with toys and dolls become noticeable as that’s all he’ll ever create... however they become increasingly creepy and morbid the more his temper gets the better of him. He was recently acquired because He lost an unsanctioned fight, and the loan shark heading the fight happened to owe the lovely Mistress a few favors. Personality: Downright Arrogant, Stubborn, and at times childish. In the valley below the castle was a sprawling, prosperous city that had become a center of trade for its safe, well-patrolled roads. Goods from all over the realm made their way here, and this morning Gab'Riel had been sent to buy scented oils for his mistress. Leaving the castle meant he was allowed to wear sandals, but he still only had the loincloth to protect his dignity. An armed guard accompanied him, not as much to make sure he didn't run away as to ensure he wasn't stolen. He was of a highly unusual breed, worth thousands on the black market. This one guard, almost as tall and muscular as his mistress had never abused him or the other slaves. She went by the unflattering name of Zulu, was a veteran of battle and ranked high. Though she said little and was cold and aloof Riel liked her, sometimes offering to please her to show his appreciation. He thought she had seen one too many battles, too much bloodshed, to become so distant. But she smelled nice and seldom refused him. A bug-eyed passer-by stared at him, noticed the brooch on his hip marking him as the property of Vic'Tonia, and continued on by. Riel clutched the money pouch to his narrow, bare chest and inadvertently took a step back, bumping into Zulu's washboard abs. He immediately looked apologetically up over his shoulder, but the warrior woman just put her hand against his back and pressed him onwards. At the market Riel went from stall to stall with small, quick steps under the watchful eye of Zulu as he looked for the oils. She looked like she was staring off into the distance, but she was aware of every single thing that happened around them. Riel caught the sweet, full scent of musk and lavender, sniffed the air for direction, and wend dead on target to the right stall. He felt for the money pouch, and felt a chill go up his spine as he found that it was gone. He froze as he imagined Tonia's disapproving scowl and tried to think of how to once again explain his carelessness. Something like this had happened at least twice before. He looked for Zulu, but she wasn't where she had been a moment ago. Merchants in unfamiliar foreign clothing peddled their wares around him as the locals hunted for bargains. There. Zulu had moved through the crowd so quickly, and she held someone struggling by the wrist. In his hand was the missing pouch. Zulu met Riel's eyes, and at that moment the thief saw his chance. He went for a dagger and thrust toward his captor, but what he couldn't know was that Zulu's apparent lapse of attention was a-rouse. With an effortless flick of the wrist the warrior woman snapped the thief's arm and threw his aim wide. Zulu ginned sadistically, expectantly. The thief didn't scream though his face had turned pale, for fear of the city watch and their dungeon. She just took the pouch back and let him go, as if approving of the thief's resolve.’T- thank you.” Riel stammered as Zulu gave him the pouch.“You can thank me properly later.” Apparently this had turned her on. Riel instinctively flattened his long ears against his head on the realization, and his fear only seemed to arouse her more. He bought the oils and paid for them. As they were walking back they passed a way house where children were playing, shouting and laughing. Three boys, two girls and a small ball made out our string wrapped around some rags. He stopped and watched as they kicked their ball back and forth, trying to figure out what the game was. The window above them opened, and the bar wench shouted at them to keep it down. She would be working late again this night and needed her beauty sleep. That was when he realized Zulu was still standing silently behind him. He flicked his head about, expecting to see a frown, but she too was watching the children. Back at the castle Riel presented to his mistress what he'd bought, and his pointed ears perked up as she gave her approval.“Did anything happen I should know about?” she asked. The question was unusual.“No RI- Mistress.” he lied. This time he managed to control his ears to make sure they didn't droop.“Did you see anything during your trip?”“... There were kids playing with a ball. I don't think their game had rules.” The mistress told him to bring the oils to the Terrassa at noon and let him leave. As he did, he wondered why exactly he had lied, since that was much worse than what had actually happened. When he remembered that Zulu would report to Tonia at the change of guards he felt a chill up his spine for the second time this morning, but this time it was as cold as Zulu's eyes. He stood with the glass bottles of scented oils in his hands in the corner of a hallway as he resigned himself to his fate. The mistress would find out, like she always did. His attention then went to the next horror of the day. Luke von Cladist, the mistress' latest acquisition, had not put on his uniform this morning.“on Cladist! What are you doing? If the guards catch you like that...!” He was wearing the same clothing he had on the other day, and was walking around this maze of a castle, obviously intimidated by such a huge place... the fact he could hear his own boots, the clanking and rattling of the chain hung at his hip, and even his breath startled him (Not even his father's large abode couldn't even compare to this splendor). He tried to drink in every little intricate detail about the place, from the hallways, (to the many doors surrounding those) to the vibrant and almost surreal view outside looked like from such an elegant and even powerful stronghold. Furthermore, he's never seen so much green in his life, or even animals around the green... ... Not like he cared so much. He preferred the sound of ignited lanterns and drunks trying to fight livestock then sheer silence. The doll he usually carried with him was wrapped around his neck grumbled slightly, instinctively whispering "Hey Luke.... how about we grab some loot and get out of here, eh?" The doll never seemed to have a positive, nor virtuous thing to say. The young Demon figured its head kept careening to the north, south, east or west at the sight of anything that glistens in the light of the sun or the light of a candle. Before the morbid little creature could cackle, the white-haired boy covered its perpetual big fancy grin, "Shut up for a minute!" He hissed, looking back at him, "We look for a way to leave before we try and loot... Those guards aren't anything to sneeze at I'm afraid." "We could push them into a few shadows... they wouldn't be seen again..." It muffled through the boy's black gloves, stopping when he heard his Young Master growl, removing his hand away as he habitually unclipped his bangs and swiftly had them back in place. "No... “He grumbled, "That bastard put something in a needle... I can barely keep you talking to me, Dear Itzel..." The doll leaned forward even more and stuck out a long black tongue, "Aw, I know you're strong Luke!" The doll simply said, as it stiffened and seemed lifeless as it heard the voice of another. The two made a deal that only one would know about the other; No one must know that Itzel could talk... it was the only thing keeping him calm in this situation he had himself in. He turned around, a cool, condescending stare was given at Riel; He didn’t really care who he was, nor did he like being called by his last name, “Uniform?” He huffed, “The damn thing doesn’t cover anything!” Clearly his arrogance was showing, even the servants his father acquired were given much more clothing. And he was not one to run about almost in his birthday suit. If he wanted to do that then he'd rather get paid for it. That was another thing bothering him, and keeping him quite graceful; He didn’t ask to be some female’s little pet. Riel was afraid this would happen. He put his other worries beside him and focused on getting Luke through his first day of work without either of them being flogged.“You must understand, your old life is behind you. You can't leave... ever.” It was a terrible thing to say he knew. He hesitated for a moment, but walked up to Luke and put a hand on his shoulder.“We all wear this uniform. You're very beautiful, and you shouldn't be embarrassed about that. Please, come. Let's go to your room and get you changed. The guards will tear off your clothes if we're caught, so we must be careful.” He continued to glare at him. He'd eat a cactus before he let this behemoth of women goes near his precious attire! Furthermore, he spent just about all of a few weeks ago getting it to look just right... Furthermore, he then looked away, upon hearing what he knew was the truth; Though the boy was as pessimistic as a goat's meat is gangly and chewy, He knew that no matter how much he looked at the layout of this castle... he would be in no condition to do so... ... Yet. "I... I'm not beautiful! Girls are supposed to be beautiful!" He hissed. His eye twitched as he looked back at Riel, curtly crossing his arms, and staying where he was. Riel winced at the new slave's outburst. This was going to be difficult... but a plan was forming. “Could you at least try it on? No one would have to see you.” He flicked his ear as if he had heard something. “Listen! It's them. We must hurry, this way!” He ran off towards the slaves' quarters, quick bare feet not making a sound on the long carpets, and dearly hoping that Luke would follow. He also heard the footsteps, however lingered, determined to stay where he was. ...However, not so much as his almost overactive imagination happened to send him merrily to a world where the "lovely" muscular woman tore his outfit to shreds. He winced to himself as he took off behind Riel, his boots creating a bit of a racket. As Luke rounded the corner Riel's hand shot out and pulled him into an alcove." They can hear your boots. Please take them off." the sound of the guards approaching was oddly motivating." And your chains." Riel hid Luke's things in a vase and waited for the guards to stop to listen. He bobbed his head out and back from the alcove to make sure the coast was clear, the movement too quick to actually see anything, but the mental image registered as all green. Riel took Luke by the hand and set off again. "Let's go!" he whispered. When they finally arrived at his new home away from home, things were still relatively basic as he has only here for but a day. Naturally everything was beautiful here as well, much too beautiful for a servant in the young demon's opinion. There were large mirrors, the frames intricate with leaves and vines... or flowers... or even depictions of fables long past. The bedding was light and soft; one would say it felt as if on a warm cloud. There were also as small chair, also cushioned and a desk, with a small family of books, accompanied by a cute, antique-looking vase and a candle not yet lit, as it wasn't dark enough. There was also a lovely view from a small window, which hosts the sounds of soft wind, and the occasional bird, as well as cool and crisp breeze should he want the window open. As he walked barefooted to the bed, he slid off Itzel and set the dirty doll on the bed, resting on the pillow; the ghoulish toy seemed to drink of his Young Master's reluctant luxury. Luke sighed slightly as he looked back at Riel, biting his bottom lip to an even rosier red as he crossed his black gloved arms, "... You have no idea how embarrassing this is for me do you...?" Riel smiled gently and sat down on Luke's new bed, knees together and leaning to the side. Without asking for permission he took Luke's strange little doll into his hand, looked at it, or more correctly straight through it and caressed its cheek. He put it on his lap and crossed his arms over it, looking forlorn out the window." When I was ten RIA and I travelled from city to city. She..." a pained looked marred his otherwise always kind face. "She walked me on this thin golden leash on a silken collar down the streets, wearing only this" he gestured to his cloth "and when someone approached us she asked them if they looked to 'do business'. We went into an alleyway to get just a little privacy, and then she robbed them of everything they had and beat them to an inch of their lives. She called them predators and said they got what they deserved." His jaw clenched a little, then he looked back to Luke. He bravely put the doll and his sorrows away, went over to the desk and took the ornate brooch, gold around a blue and green opal under which was Vic'Tonia's house seal, and the thin little loincloth into his hands. His voice was cheerful as he made his suggestion. "Why don't we find out what you look in it? There's a mirror just out in the hallway. No one will see us. " His rosy lips curled to a snarl as soon as he noticed him touch Itzel. He never liked his belongings to be touched, much less his only friend. He was hoping he wouldn't try to bite Riel for touching his face.... but he also knew that the doll would also complain about a while for having its "flawless" face touched. He listened to Riel's story, on and off of course, it really didn't have to do anything with him, other than the fact that he'd be noticed a hell of a lot more in that flimsy little getup.However, when he noticed that shiny and actually quite gorgeous Gem his eyebrow raised, his hands still folded across his chest as he muttered,"... I would hope not..." He finalized. Name: Are (short for Arianne)Age: Unknown, as keeping precise track of one’s age is a cultural taboo in his far-off homeland. He appears to be in his early teens, a semi-artificial adolescence molded by the hormone potions he’s (force) fed daily. Height: 5 feet, 2 inches. Build: Essentially that of the ideal fem boy. Slim, delicate arms; curvaceous legs that culminate in full hips and a round ass; barely-there, budding breasts (nothing more than a slight puffiness on his chest) with juicy, pink nipples. Skin: Deliciously pale, usually the color of milk unless he’s ordered to tan. Has vaguely Asian facial features. Genitals: Uncut, smooth cock, just as pale as the rest of him. It’s about 5 by 1.5 inches erect, which makes it quite conducive to adornments of all sorts. He’s not pierced (yet), but murmurings heard between a certain pair of Amazon guards might indicate the end of THAT era. His scrotum is tight and drawn close to the base of his shaft. Fashion: A bit of a goth; loves black eyeliner and equally black lip gloss. He’s been getting in trouble recently for spicing his slave uniform up with various “accessories”. Backstory: A relatively new acquisition of the Crimson Sorceress, he was offered to her as a replacement payment instead of his tribesmen’s usual monthly tribute of precious stones. Are rarely mentions what life was like for him back at “home”, although his openly perverted nature hints at his upbringing. Personality: Playfully sadistic (if only to get himself into more trouble with his owner and superiors). Absolutely adores causing trouble just for the sake of whatever punishment he’ll receive afterward. He enjoys practically any kind of fucking; latex, wet/messy humiliation, as splay, and brutal, ruthless spankings are his top fetishes." Belongings": A footling brass-studded black leather paddle; a set of black rubber dildos and plugs; various latex garments, the most treasured of which is a simple black eyeless hood. Luke was a demon, but Gab'Riel could be a little devil when needed. His plan was coming to fruition. Luke was getting changed."... A little privacy?" the demon boy asked." Oh, right." He pointed at the door and nodded with a sheepish grin. "I'll be outside." When Luke finally came out of his room Riel made sure he didn't make a scene, or much of a reaction at all. He took the other boy by the shoulders and guided him to the tall and wide framed mirror just a few steps away. He still had a displeased look on his face, as he still tried to make this little article of clothing as less revealing as possible. Trying to push something down something that was hugging against his hips. What's worse that his wings were out in the open. It contradicted his demonic nature, which wasn't what he wanted. He wanted others to fear him, not tell him how lovely the white feathery wings were on him. What's worse was that because he wasn't at his full power, they appeared to be small and cute they were on him. He stepped out, not really enjoying the cold floors on his bare feet. He looked at himself in the mirror, a blush across his face and ears; His body was almost flawless and at the top of its boyish gain. Furthermore, he had a few scars across his body from fights he either picked or finished. It was just as pale as the rest of him, save for his nipples, where were erect and rosy from the cool air. Even he enjoyed looking at himself, which got him a little heated. Name: Beaumont (Beau) Le Garage: 17Height: 5 feet, 7 inches Build: Lean and muscular, but much to his own displeasure inheriting the very feminine figure of his mother. Race: Poodle Anthropic: Peach Fur: Champagne golden fur, cut very thin over his whole body Genitals: Cut with low hanging balls and a very thick cock, at full mast, reaching a lovely 9.3 inches. Backstory: Bully. Describes this homophobic jerk in every way. In fact, it is this mannerism which has forced him into slavery. He picked on the wrong "fag" and ended up becoming property in the slave market, only to be bought by a friend of mistress as a gift. Personality: Naive, tough guy, he thinks he is the alpha dog when really, deep down, he's a bitch. Beaumont groaned and whimpered, butt naked, except for a lovely blue boy tied expertly to keep him still, (with the help of some powerful muscle relaxants). He grumbled, looking around, it was cold, and he had just been sat down on a large dog basket with a blue cushion on the door step of the castle. The large man who was delivering the gift knocked on the door heavily, waiting for a response. And worst of all, poor Beau was completely unaware of what was exactly happening to him. He had just woken up, having been drugged and kidnapped, 72 hours ago. The large man knocked again. A soldier called out for someone in the open yard on seeing the unusual delivery, and some half a minute later the heavy reinforced door opened. People here were used to not talking to each other about these things, the castle mistress' eccentric tastes long ago having numbed their sense of amazement. They just didn't want to think about it. The woman who opened was the Amazon warrior Zulu, who's cold eyes briefly looked for someone shorter than the delivery man. Usually she loomed head and shoulder above all but the other guards and the mistress herself, and she wasn't used to being on eye-level with a man. She took one look at the adorable weaved basket, its handle too large for other to use, but just the right size for her and the delivery man, and gave the poodle-boy a look cold enough to give a volcano hiccups. The delivery man was given a generous tip and sent on his way. The great reinforced door closed with a booming echo as if to emphasize the finality, and Zulu carried the basket by the handle to present it to the mistress in the throne room." Another lapdog for you, Vic." the guard mentioned casually, giving a quick nod in place of a salute as she turned and returned to investigating what exactly her subordinates had chased down the hallways. The mistress just regarded her new pet with mild curiosity. First order of business was finding out how well-endowed he was. "Stand up." she commanded. Beau gulped at the scolding glare of the Amazon, staring up at the giant woman with worry. He wondered what the hell that look meant, as he was carried down the hall, his muscles began working, and he tried to convince the Amazon that this was all a mistake. No dice. And when Beaumont was called a lapdog, he grew furious, standing up, shakily,"Now see h-"He blinked at the question of his new mistress,"Look here, lady, this is all a big mistake." Hands over his crotch, defensively,"what is the meaning of this? Where am I?!" Beau had followed Tonia's command in standing up. She tossed him one of those special dog biscuits he'd soon grow to like so much. As Beau caught it his hands left his crotch." Hmm." she raised an eyebrow appreciatively. "I'm looking. It's big but it's no mistake. Goodboy." She noticed the note tied to the handle of the basket. "Fetch that for me, boy." she pointed. Beaumont blinked as he caught the bone shaped treat,"what the-hey!" He threw it at her and tried to cover up his crotch again,"this is not funny, lady! I want some clothes and explanation, right now, or else!" Beau glared at her with daggers, forgetting how a naked poodle was probably anything but intimidating. Tonia's lower left hand gingerly caught the doggy treat. She stood up from her throne and did 'the walk' down the stairs, hips swaying and eyes locked on Beau. She stopped just by the basket and leaned over him, her cleavage just by his face, but the upper right hand was doing something. - Taking the note tied with ribbons. With thick fingernails sharpened like claws she sliced the small envelope open and read it silently. At length, she grinned at Beau with sharp teeth, not at all kindly." You are my property now, Le Group. A friend of mine saw you on the slave market and thought you could use a new home." She walked, though her walk was never just a walk, over to another bureau and retrieved a loincloth, a brooch... and a leash. She held them up to Beau's nose so that he could sniff them and her hand. Beaumont watched this woman with a confused stare,"Excuse me! I asked you a question-"he blinked, as she opened the letter, "what's that?" He frowned, upon hearing that,"a slave!? Never!" And when she lifted the items to his nose, he swatted them away,"I'm not any person's property, bitch!" Beau was flushed with anger at his treatment, paws balled into fists, glaring at her, not even caring about covering his crotch anymore. He growled,"I'm leaving this godforsaken place with clothes or...or else!" Vic'Tonia's large clawed hand was around the naughty puppy's throat and neck before he had time to blink, lifting him three feet above the ground on a straight arm like he weighted nothing more than... a poodle. Nonchalantly she continued reading the note. "It seems you picked a fight with the wrong people." Looking over to the struggling slave she turned his head to the side slightly, her thumb under his chin. "You need to learn your place." She dropped him back into his basket, the brooch and the loincloth following. She twirled the collar and the leash in her hand like a lasso. "That's your working uniform. In your off-time you wear whatever you please. Put it on." Beau yelped as he was lifted off the ground by his new mistress long arms, gasping for air, kicking and pulling. His eyes widening at the strength of the other and her speed. He coughed,"Alright,"gasping as he was dropped back down and rubbed his throat."alright, alright, sheesh, you want to get banged, I get it."he laughed, pulling on the loincloth and brooch, still attempting to stay cool."dunno why we need the costumes."he stood up,"bet you're limber in the sack!" One hand grabbed Beau's hair as two others started buckling the collar around his thin neck. The boy tried to stop her, which had her grab both his wrists and hold them tight in her fourth hand. She pulled his head back a little by his hair, working now unobstructed with the collar. She passed the chain leash between her legs and tightened, pulling Beau's head towards her crotch. With a quick touch of the brooch on her hips, the tight little thing under her belt bulged, and a 13 inch she-cock sprang forth at the naughty poodle's face. The leash tightened." Now we are going to teach you how to beg." her hand rolled up another loop of the leash around her hand. Arianne. A slave who has been here almost a year came waltzing into the room, hips rolling like a yacht sailing the high seas." Your anniversary is coming up, Are." the mistress spoke, not taking her eyes off her new boy toy. Beau winced as he was pushed down to his knees and pulled forward, trying to stay cool, chuckling,"Wanna play rough-"He yelped in horror as she grew the phallus between her legs, trying to PUL away from it,"what the hell?! I-I don't swing that way!" He whimpered, trying to pull away from the penis that was pushing against the side of his face, wincing from his hair being pulled up by those strong hands. Tonia batted Beau's cheeks with the dick, let go of his hair and started aiming at shoving it into his mouth like a perverted version of whack-a-mole, usually hitting his lips just after he said something. With the leash going just under her groin and up her butt cheek Beau didn't have a lot of mobility, but he sure was concentrated on that dick. Beaumont yelped, whimpering, as he was held still, trying desperately to keep the cock out, but it was pointless. He yelped as it was shoved in his mouth and halfway down his throat, making him gag. "Mammal" the mistress groaned, holding the dick still for just a moment before letting Beau an inch off the dick so he wouldn't choke. She wiggled her hip just a little, using the newest slave's head like a ball on a string, mouth fucking him. He gagged and spluttered as his head bobbed two and for with the cock, thanks to the leash he was helpless. He growled, as if he was gonna bite down. The mistress yanked her hip back suddenly and shoved. She put a firm hand behind his head and held him to her groin, balls deep in his throat. "Beg, boy." Beaumont yelped, eyes wide,"why Back!" He spluttered, and coughed, eyes watering, he began to whimper and whine in desperation. IOC:Authorship by instant message.IC:Riel touched the feathery wings with the tips of his fingers. "They're very pretty. Do they... 'work'?" Luken flinched slightly at them being touched, "Y...yeah they do..." Riel pulled his hand back, realizing Luke had a bit greater need for personal space than he did. "Sorry." He looked at Luke's mirror image. "What's it like to fly?" The demon boy allowed his wings to flap lightly, as he looked back at him, "It's alright... You can go a lot of places... and it beats threatening people to take you place to place." Luke replied curtly." Yes... I imagine it would. Did you travel a lot?""Oh, all the time, My Father wanted me to go everywhere to learn as much as I can, then return home in at least ten years..." Riel was lost for words. "Will he be expecting you back soon?" he replied at length. Luken thought about it for a moment as he answered, "It's only been five years I guess... I highly doubt he'd send someone for me. I believe I'm much stronger than my siblings are." Five years... Riel knew the mistress needed only six months or so to... to put it bluntly, break him. He thought the boy had little chance of ever going back, and even if he did a part of him would always remain here. "I think you'll like it here," he tried. "Once you learn the routine things aren't that bad at all."" Ha... Like it here, huh?" Luke looked around, looking away from the mirror to turn to him, "I don't like this place, pretty or not. I highly doubt anything will make me say otherwise." he finalized"This might be a bit sudden, but... what kind of sexual experience do you have? I can see that those services will become required of you, so you should be prepared." Luken looked back to Riel, blushing slightly as he grumbled, "Those things won't get you to become stronger nor smarter!" Then Riel's ear suddenly flicked as if he had heard something. He was absolutely still for a moment. Then, suddenly, he grabbed Luke's wrist and started running. He blinked as he was grabbed by the wrist, surprised that they were running. He was in the damned uniform what more did they want from him?! Furthermore, he looked at his room door, the first thought in his mind was that Itzel wasn't with him. "H.hey! What the Hell?! Why are we running" he hissed, trying to catch up with Riel, surprised that even with a small frame he was a lot faster than he seemed. They went up two staircases before stopping. "Didn't you hear the guards?" Riel had in fact heard them, but with his ears he could hear the guards in the other end of the castle. Technically it wasn't a lie. "We're not supposed to be near our rooms when we work. They think we're slacking off." He opened a small door and began grabbing at a bed-like contraption. - A folding massage bed. "Help me with this?" Luke couldn't hear anything. He looked at Riel for a moment, figuring that his hearing might be far superior to his was, as they finally stopped. He frowned, easily being tired of all of these rules. Rules were always meant to be broken was something he seemed to stand by haphazardly. As he was thinking about that his thoughts went to Itzel, and how he was still in his room. He had to figure out a way to get back there to get his little partner in crime.However, he absentmindedly helped Riel with the massage bed, it wasn't too heavy for him, he probably could do this himself with the help of shadows had he had his powers at full strength. Riel's plan had succeeded. With Luke's help he carried the massage bed out onto the Terrassa. The demon boy was doing work and was dressed in their 'uniform', so the guards should have little reason to harass him. Or so Gab'Riel thought. When they arrived at the Terrassa four guards were there, off duty. He knew them well enough to know that they were trouble, and predictably they gathered around Luke and Riel as they began setting up the massage bench. They wouldn't interfere with the work, but as soon as it was finished... Luke snapped back into reality as he noticed the guards. He frowned slightly, still trying to mimic how Riel was setting up the bench. His hands cracked slightly, as he stood up straight, "We're done, right?" He asked, ignoring the guards as he looked at Riel. "I am." Riel spoke ominously. He had been watching the guards, and they sure did pay the newcomer a lot of attention. No sooner had he said it than a blonde picked Luke off his feet and heaved him on his back. She grabs him by the wrists, pinning him down as she leans over him, standing between his spread legs." Mmmm.... Fresh meat." a brunette says, caressing Luke's cheek. Riel steps back, knowing there is little he can do. His eyes widened as he frowned, his lips curling into a snarl. He knew he couldn't really fight with these Amazons... but damned if he'd let himself be called,"Fresh Meat?" He repeated, looking up at her, "I wonder what that makes you, Rotten? Spoiled?" The tanning oil they had used went on her middle and ring finger and then straight into Luke's rear, not stopping to ask questions. "Both." she replied, pulling up with an evil little grin just to see if she could make him squeal. He did indeed squeal, groaning as he tried to squirm out of her grasp, glaring at her as he bit his bottom lip hard. His ass was hurting like a bitch at this point. He's never had taken anything in his life. And at this moment, he couldn't relax himself, the spoiled young demon heir wasn't used to getting hurt. The brunette relented and took one finger out, but she twisted and rubbed her middle finger in Luke's beautiful butt. She had the benefit of experience, and now she wasn't trying to cause pain." He's really tight." she commented. The blonde leaned in closer. Full, moist lips almost touching Luke's own. "Relax honey." He gasped slightly, as he still held a small fang on his bottom lip, trying not to make any other sounds other than the slight grunts at each pump. He glared at the blonde guard, as he started to snarl, "Let me go! Unhand me immediately!" The blonde kissed him. Her tongue started searching for its way into his mouth and her heavy chest pressed down on his. The two guards who had been watching cheered. The finger in Luke's tight little asshole changed its pace and angle, looking for his prostate. He looked to the others for a bit, blushing profusely as he closed his eyes, not really allowing the blonde Guard to have such an easy way with him.However, when he felt a slight sensation he let out a light, unwanted moan from his mouth, opening if for the Guard, as he quickly wanted to know what the hell happened to start to mark him aroused. Gab'Riel stands back and watches the women at work, breaking in a newcomer to the ways of the Château. They come from a far-away land marked by a culture of the body, where one competes in feats of strength and agility as a part of daily life. Their men are as strong as they are, but back in their homeland they seem as interested in each other as their women, and courtship is often a tedious affair. Here in the confines of the Château the imposing women find the boys almost irresistible, and in turn the boys aren't capable of putting up much of a resistance. Mistress Vic'Tonia shares her toys with her elite guards, trains them personally in the martial arts and Generation, as well as in the more subtle art of how to make men out of boys, and then back into boys again. Riel's ears flatten against his head when Sabine, one of the guards who have only been watching up to now, grabs him by the arm and lifts him to his toes. The tan woman with auburn short hair and too much intelligence for her own good makes his loincloth almost slip off his hips as takes the magical brooch from it. - The brooch that transforms its wearer's lower parts into those of the opposite sex." You mustn't-" Riel begins, reaching for his brooch as he keeps his loincloth up with his other hand. Sabine holds the brooch out of his reach, taking a moment to enjoy teasing him. The brunette immediately figures out what Sabine wants with the brooch. "So, beautiful... Do you want Sabine's dick in your ass, or Riel's in your pussy?" she asks Luke with a wicked little grin as she rubs his perineum and balls with the palm of her hand, middle finger still deep inside him. On cue the fourth guard falls on Riel, having long ago learned how easy it is to get him aroused.***Meanwhile in the throne room Beaumont LE Group is choking on huge cock. The mistress cups the back of his head in her hand, pressing his mouth down to the root of her shaft and lets the poodle boy's gag reflex do the work. At long last she relents, slowly dragging her 13 inches out of his throat. "Want some more, boy?" she asks soon as he stops coughing. "N-no..." He shook his head, still crying a little,"What- how the hell did you do that?" He asked, terrified, his throat sounding a little sore from all the screaming and the fact a massive cock just made his throat it's bitch.

Château fort de Vic'Toria|rating:2.0

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Hi all... please join! And have fun with it! Anything, and I DO mean anything is acceptable! It is late at night, and like normal, I am working third shift. I know I have work to do, but being in such a small town, 24 hour grocery stores aren't really needed. It is a Friday night, and people are drunk, coming in groups of three, sometimes more to buy some snacks to hopefully not have a horrible hangover in the morning. I did my makeup, and hair, in hopes of someone actually being sober enough to talk to me, and maybe even flirt little. There was nothing I could do about my uniform, being boring and hapless! But at least my hair was nice (black, long) and I didn't completely look like shit. It was a little after 2, the bars were all closing and I only had four more hours to work *THANK GOD* I thought to myself. There was only one other person on shift that night with me, and she didn't really like me much so we never often spoke, only when needed. I liked her though... I would have liked to flirt with her, but in my town, even being bi is a reason to get murdered. Janette night was a bore as always, except that when they dumped everyone out if the bars, we got a little business on cigarettes and beer and snacks, as people headed off to their own little parties. One day for some reason one of the managers came in and checked our inventory of condoms, and commented that they were one of the big profit makers, so that told us something too. There were two of us in the store at this hour. My coworker and I kept an eye on each other. In fact, we joked that it was our primary job- to insure the other wasn't running off with the money or the merchandise. It was tempting. Maybe we should just partner up and take what we wanted and go off to Brazil or somewhere We could hole up and live on the beach or make a hell of as lot moiré money as hookers. Chris:I stumbled into the store around 4:30, I wasn't too drunk, but I had certainly had a few. All I got was a half-hearted smile from the cashier behind the counter, I smiled back, and staring at her long black hair, I wondered if the carpet matched the drapes." I need some water or something," I said to myself as I headed to the back end of the store. Then I had an idea, that girl up front was just screaming for a good time, so I went and picked up a box of condoms, and a pen. I proceeded to write my name and number on the barcode, so there was no way she could miss it. I was going to give it a shot, and see if she calls. I grabbed my water and condoms, and headed to the front of the store, I went to the line with the Black haired girl, I didn't even know her name yet, and set my stuff down on the counter. Furthermore, I watched her face, as she scanned my water first, then looking down at the condoms trying to figure out why they wouldn't scan, she looked at me, at first with a stare then a chuckle. Furthermore, I also noticed that she didn't have a name tag on. I just grabbed the water, left a $20 on the counter and headed out, I left the box of condoms for her, thinking maybe she might call me..... Eddie Fallon OC Eddie is in his early 30s... 5'10. Has a huge mass of deadlocked brown hair that hangs down his back and constantly falls over his face. He lives in faded denim jeans and tonight has on just a multi colored waistcoat that's left handing open revealing a smooth tanned chest. He's a dope fiend.ICI'd been up for days, or was it weeks? Those purple pills sure did funny things to my head. The streets were deserted, and I'd really no idea where I was. That wasn't the problem though, I'd just tossed my roach away when I got a killer case of the munchies. Digging into my pocket I found a few crumpled bills and looked around for someplace. Slowly as my eyes came back into focus I spotted the all night store"God Bless"Pushing open the door I flashed my best "How ya doin'" smile at the pretty cashier and then headed down to the back of the store where a whole shelf of China colored sugary treats were calling out my name Jane Just as the guy was coming in the door, I was chatting with the cashier about the box of condoms the guy left. I had told her that they weren't any use to me, because I liked girls. Her eyes et mine, and she said she was too. Suddenly she looked a lot better to me, as my eyes met hers, and I suggested that when we got off work, we go over to my place and have something to eat. I'll give you a guess as to what I had in mind. *IOC* LOL, Nice well if you ladies decide later on a 3 some call me. Angle could hardly believe my luck in finding a girl in my area... I agreed to head over to her place after work, and we went back to giggling about the condoms. Work seemed to drag on for what seemed to be AGES!! Finally, the day shift came in, and we were free to leave. We grabbed our stuff from our lockers up in the break room, and we decided that I should follow her back to her place. While in my truck on the way there, I quickly messed with my hair (trying to make it behave) and re-applied my red lipstick. I popped a few breath mints and had to be careful driving. I was so excited I meet speeding and almost tail-ended her a few times when I started dreaming about the possibilities. I keep looking at the condoms... And decided to put them in my bag for just in case. He did seem interesting... and that phone number might come in handy!! If this didn't work out, that would be fine I guess... I had given my cell number to the guy who needed all the sugar. Jane drove home and Any followed me there. I hoped that next time she would be able to find her way by herself. In the rearview mirror I saw her primping her hair and applying lipstick. I wondered why, because it would all soon be worn off. When I drove in the driveway, My husband Frank was in the doorway with the children, ready to leave for work and drop them off for school. In our harried schedule, I worked nights, and he worked days, and we saw each other for dinner and in the evenings just long enough for me to get a nap with him in bed, and that was our life together but working two jobs had become our financial need, and this solved the babysitting and childcare problem introduced Any to him, and could see the lust in his eyes, knowing I was Bi, and what she was there for. He didn't mind. He just wanted a piece of the action, and knew that sooner or later I would have her over for dinner and an evening's entertainment, and he would get to play too. Once inside behind the closed door, I looked at her and opened my arms, saying how happy I was to learn of her lifestyle, and that I wanted to share it with her. When we finally got to her place, I was a little surprised to see a husband and some kids... It didn't really bother me, and as long as it didn't bother anyone she was with I was ok with being with her. We started out with an innocent hug and some small talk about our hidden lifestyles. It made me wonder what kind of things she would be into. We walked into the living room and I took off my frumpy work shirt, revealing a simple white tank top but no bra. As she wondered about the room picking things up and moving them I watched her hips sway, and enjoyed a great site of her ass when she bent over to pick up a toy one of her kids had left on the floor. As she continued walking around, she explained to me her job situation and her husband. I really liked the way she moved, swiftly and confidently around. I liked the thought of such a confident woman laying helpless on a bed... or couch... or floor. She dumped all the stuff she had picked up into a little box in a corner, then turned to look at me. She was flushed at the cheeks and her ears blushed prettily when we met eyes. Jane looked embarrassed when she realized that she had been cleaning, and I was still standing there. We moved to sit on the couch. I could tell that she was tired, so I grabbed a random hairbrush that had found its way to the coffee table. "Will you turn around? You have such pretty hair... Do you mind if I brush it?" I asked her. I gently pulled the band out, and her pony came falling down. Furthermore, I brushed my fingers through it, rubbing her scalp as I worked the knots out... Letting my fingers stray down her neck in small circles. I brushed her hair slowly, letting it run through my hands until it was smooth and put the hairbrush down. She was leaning on me as I continued to rub her neck and shoulders. I pulled her work top off and was pleased to see a small t-shirt and through it the lines of her bra. I gently kissed her still pink ears and leaned over her to whisper "So... what's for breakfast." I knew she got my point when her ears and cheeks blushed again, and saw that the pink also ran down her neck but was hidden by her shirt. It felt so good having my hair brushed and getting all this attention. As she did so I was embarrassed. Usually my routine was to do the quick titivating and then jump in bed for a nap, and do the house cleaning later while cooking dinner for the family. I hadn't even offered Any a cup of coffee. When she asked "what's for breakfast" I came to my senses. I turned, red-faced and asked if she would like a glass of orange juice or a cup of coffee, and then took her in my arms and kissed her for the very first time. As always a first kiss is an experiment, but not for long as our tongues met, and she smiled, and I led her to the bedroom. The bed was unmade and his pajamas were laying ion it, but I tossed them ion the floor and her tank top followed, along with my clothes. I whispered that I usually took a nap after work, so it seemed bed was the place to be as I pulled her into my arms and kissed her again- and again. Angel**Sorry it took me so long to get back!**She led me to the bedroom... I always felt shy when I entered someone else's bedroom, it was such a private place but her casualty made me more comfortable. Our clothes came off, and we made it to the bed, kissing over and over. I ran my hands over her body, feeling how smooth her skin was and loved the feeling of another female next to me. They were always so much more interesting than men. She was soft all over and her kisses were even softer. I wanted to take my time with all this, but I was just too excited. I cupped a breast in my hands and played with the weight, making my way to the nipple and carried it. Furthermore, I decided to take charge, and gently rolled her onto her back. Furthermore, I leaned over her on my side and looked down at her. She was so beautiful, in the soft shadows of early morning softly blushing (but this time from excitement). I again started to run my hands over her body, letting her soft mews guide me to the places she wanted to be touched. Jane This was a delight. It had been a while since I'd had a female lover. Yes, a few short time female partners, but usually just to let my husband watch for his own amusement. This time it was for me, and for Any, as she caressed me and her smooth warm skin pressed up against me. I just hoped she liked me because with our schedules this could become a daily event, and I hoped it would. Her tongue licked at my tender nipple and aroused it to hardness, as my fingers played in her hair and pulled her close to me. I light caressed the back of her neck, one of the really erogenous places on me, and I assumed on her as well as she purred like a kitten. This was such a nice way to take my daily nap. I didn't want it to ever end I think that one of the best things about having a female lover was that she knew all the places that turned me on. When she started to stroke my neck, I was in heaven. It was so wonderful. I kept licking her nipple, switching from one to the other, taking my time lavishing her with attention. I started kissing her lips again, moving and showering her entire face with little kisses. Furthermore, I bit her ear and kissed down her jaw line, down her neck, and left a little wet trail down to her breasts. Furthermore, I again took a nipple into my mouth while my hand played with the other. Furthermore, I moved down again, kissing around her belly button until I got to her hips. Looking up at her; her back arched, panting, I waited until she looked down at me then smiled at her beautiful eyes. My legs were spread wide for her and I was panting in lust for her touch. She had taken the lead, and I was hers as long as she would ever want me. I stuck out my tongue and licked my lips and moaned "YES", as she finally touched my labia wit her tongue. In anticipation, I reached down and with my fingers, spread my opening wide for her showing her all my little secrets. I lifted my hips and thrust them at her mouth and tongue, as I could feel myself getting wet with desire for her. She spread her legs for me, and moved her hand, pointing to her spots. I obeyed, and put my hand under her hips, to help her, and to get better angles. She smelled so sweet, and I enjoyed feeling my face get wet. I teased her lips, gently licking and sucking. I dipped my tongue into her, then ran her juices up to where her fingers were. As soon as my tongue touched where her fingers were, she went crazy. I kept licking and sucking gently on her clit but to be mean, when she got louder I pulled away. No way was I going to LER her cum that easily. When she calmed down again, I resumed where I had left off. I played with her like this until I could tell she was getting tired. We had had a long night, but I think that the day could be even longer! She teased me with her tongue, bringing me up to a peak and then letting me ease back down again and again. Girls are so good at this. They always knew just how to pleasure a woman the way they like to be pleasured, unlike a man who is usually too aggressive and makes you cum so soon. She looked up at me and smiled, with her face covered with my juices. She looked so lovely I wanted to kiss her and love her and lick her face cleanse had all day, although we were both tired from being up all night. As she tongued MNE again I thought that tonight she was off. Maybe she would like to come to dinner and meet Frank, and if they hit it off she could sleep here with him while i worked. She was the nicest present I could ever bring my loving husband, and while they played, I could sneak in the back room and bring myself off thubkiunbg about them Finally she KET me have my nice cum, and after I brought her UO to kiss and let our tongues play together, I asked her. She smiled and agreed, and then I ski=sung around and in a 69 we pleasured each other until we came together. Then we cuddled in each other';s arms and drifted off to sleep. I hoped she and Frank would like each other. Maybe we could get her to move in with us, and maybe join us in our swing club playtime, which due ti my work schedule were infrequent, but that way even more memorable as we both liked trading spouses with some of our friends for the night. Angle loved licking her, she tasted soon wonderful. When I finally got my chance to cum, it was awesome. None of my other partners had ever wanted to 69, but it was great. We finished, and she invited me for dinner. I was positively glowing with happiness. I hugged her back, still basking in the feeling of our cum, I fell asleep, eagerly awaiting to meet her husband and family. After a while I awoke. She laid there asleep. So pretty. So sexy. So adorable slipped out of bed and went in and took my shower and cleaned up. When I came out she was still in bed and in between yawns, I TLD her I was going to fix some breakfast. While I puttered in the kitchen thinking about dinner, I heard the water running, and then she came out too, and we ate some fruit and sweet rolls and coffee, and talked about last night. I told her how happy I was to have found her, and asked what she liked for dinner. Then we kissed goodbye as I had shopping and cooking do, along with my usual chore of cleaning up the house. Tonight was going to be a surprise for Frank, and I climbed into my SUV and went to the market, buying the food and some nice fresh flowers hoped she would like it and like him, and they both could enjoy eating all night if they wanted to. Frank'd had a long day at work. First, I wondered what my wife had in mind bringing that other lady home this morning, but I dropped the kids off at school with the thought that tonight I'd get the story in detail. Then at work we had one hassle after another that JASDF to be handled and the quitting hour was most welcome. I drove home looking forward to a quiet pleasant evening with Jane before she had to leave for work on the midnight shift at the convenience store. Usually we had a drink before dinner, I played with the kids a little, and then we had dinner. After we got the little ones in bed she and I would get it on, and I would sleep while she got up and got dressed and left for work. So, it was a surprise to find the house all spiffed up with fresh flowers and her all dressed up greeting me, with the kids jumping up on me as she handed me a drink and told me we were in for a nice surprise. I looked at her in inquiry, and she said Any was coming to dinner. Theist was all I needed after my day, but she pushed me to the back of the house and told me to get a shower and into comfortable clothes as she would be here quite soon. I would have referred that Jane climb in the shower with MNE, but with two kids that wasn't possible, so I complied and dressed in a clean shirt and decent slacks and emerged just as the doorbell rang. Jane answered it and there was Any, also nicely dressed, and she really looked delectable as we shook hands and I gazed at her transparent blouse and wispy bra underneath it, mentally undressing here poured her a drink too, and she met the kids, and we all sat in the living room getting acquainted while Jane put the finishing touches on dinner. The kids went to the kitchen, and Any and I were alone, and I began to feel electricity in the air s she smiled at me and told me that she and Jane had a nice time today and that she had told her a lot about me and the way we lived our lives. After leaving Jane's place, I went home, and hurriedly took a shower and dressed. My hair wasn't even dry yet as I practice ran out the door. When I got back there, Jane answered the door, and I found myself blushing a little when I thought about earlier that morning. Tonight, I would be meeting her husband. Which seemed kinda weird at first, but when I met him all thoughts of doubt left. He was very nice to me, maybe because my bra was showing through my blouse?? We sat and talked for a little while, and I teased him about being so intimate with his wife. I learned of what he did for a living, and decided that I really liked them, even their kids. Dinner smelled wonderful, and my mouth was watering by the time we were ready to sit and eat... but not from the food. We went to the table, frank seating Any on one side opposite the kinds, while he took the head and i the foot of the table. He served the children and then passed the food to Any to help herself to roast beef, potatoes and green beans, and then she passed each item to me and I then back to Franking had brought a nice bottle of wine, and we clinked glasses and the three of us clinked glasses and toasted to our friendship. After dessert of a lemon merengue pie I made, Any and I did the dishes while Frank started putting the kids to bed. I joined him in the hallway telling him that Any had the night off, and I hoped he would go along with my plan to have her sleep here with him. He brightened as I told him to go get her while I got the bedroom ready. I picked up his work clothes off the bed and hung them up, then got naked and laid on top of the bed with my legs spread as they entered. He stood behind her kissing the back of her neck, which sent as spark through me thinking how much I liked being kissed there, as he unbuttoned her blouse and unclasped her bra as she unfastened the button on her skirt and let it fall to the floor. They kissed, and then she turned toward me, dropped her panties, and knelt between my legs eating me as Frank, also undressed now, approached her from behind. As she ate me, he fucked her from behind, and we were a threesome until I had to get up and leave for work. First he had to fuck me and cum in me, so I could feel him in me all night thinking about them making love and then sleeping together until I got home in the morning. No school tomorrow, and I hoped the kids wouldn't be too unglued, but this had happened before on some of our swinging parties, them catching me or Frank with another partner in the morning Dinner was great, but the best part happened right before Jane had to leave for work. I felt sorta bad about being at her place for the night while she was away, but that was ok. After we fooled around in their room for a little while, me licking and sucking her, with Frank behind me, I watched as he fucked his wife. It was so hot knowing that he had just been in me. I loved to watch people go at it, and it made me hotter than I had ever been before. He and I lay together on the bed, watching his wife get ready for work. He was going limp, but I figured I could fix that after he had some resting time. We bid Jane good night, and crawled under the covers together. I kissed him gently on the arm, moving slowly up to his face to see if he was really interested in me, or if his wife was just pushing him to perform. I got a good response, and continued to his lips. My hand slid down his chest, making my way to his penis. I apparently didn't move fast enough for him, and he took my hand and put it on his balls. I gently massaged them for a while, until my hand slid up to his shaft. It was still wet from his wife, so I broke our kiss, and stuck my head under the covers. I wanted to taste him and her on his penis before it dried up. I sucked his head into my mouth, and loved their mixed taste. He was getting hard again, so I took as much into my mouth as I could. Teasing and pulling away... swirling my tongue around the head. I was getting warm, so I pushed the blankets off me and looked up at him. He smiled when I came up for air, and moaned softly when I started sucking on him again. I didn't bother to wear any ponies or bra, nor did I wash my face. I wanted the smell and taste of her pussy on me as I arrived on time for my shift. My partner for tonight was Don, who filled in for us part-time when we had the night off. He was a hunk. A student at the university, he always brought books to study when we weren't busy. He either smelled Any on me, or smelled my scent from just getting laid, but lustfully looking at me, he asked how I was doing and I stammered that I was horny as hell. We went in the back room and I lifted my skirt to show him my bare and juicy pussy, and his cock was out in the air for just an instant before he was fucking me in the storeroom until we heard the little bell signalling that someone had come into the store. As soon as the customer left we were at it again. Afterward I told him Any was sleeping with my husband and probably would be OIN her nights off from now on. He grinned at me and told Mr that on my nights off he and she got it on too, and I hugged him and kissed him and told him he was welcome in my pussy anime he wanted. His response was that he would probably come in on nights he wasn't working, and take us on one at a time in the back room. I told him he could even bring a friend. The night dragged after that, and I hoped Frank and Any were having a good time as Don and I played off and on, and in the morning when we were relieved I kissed him goodbye and drove home. Angy was in our living room wearing one of my nightgowns and a robe, and bouncing my daughter on her knee as they watched a cartoon on TV. Frank was in the bathroom shaving and I asked Any if she would consider moving in with us. She knew we only had two bedrooms, and knew what the sleeping arrangements would be, but she didn't say no, and I knew she was tempted. The night was great. I couldn't understand why Jane would be so willing to share her husband. He was awesome in bed! The night seemed to last only a few minutes, by the morning I was feeling refreshed and the best I had in days. I was sitting with one of their kids, watching my favorite cartoon (Powerful girls) when Jane came home. She was glowing all over with a huge smile. I knew she had got some. Probably from the other night worker. She suddenly asked me to move in with them... I was soon tempted. I liked the kids, and they seemed to like me. Furthermore, I asked for a day to think about it, but inside I was already thinking about how long it would take me to move my stuff in. The only thing that worried me was how the children would feel... With some other woman sleeping with their father... and even their mother. She agreed to let me think, and I served her some breakfast I had made. We sat and talked, and I could hardly contain myself as I asked why she was so giddy. Frank came out and sat with us at the table while I drank my coffee and nibbled some fruit. He looked radiant too, and I loved him so much. I just hated leaving him home alone in bed when I worked, and I was so happy to find a sweetie to keep him happy and occupied while I was away from him. Since I had started working I was afraid he would stray, and this way I knew where he was and who he was with, and it was a perfect arrangement for us. He quietly suggested that he would keep the kids company while I took my nap, and with a smile Any and I headed for the bedroom. There I told her about fucking Don last night and hearing that she had too, so that was good for a laugh and comparing notes She took off the robe and stood before me sitting on the bed, as my hands ran up her legs to her naked ass and pulled her to me. She pulled up the short nightie and I licked the pussy that Frank had fucked last night and again this morning Then she licked Don's from me, and we snuggled together while I drifted off to sleep. When I awoke in early afternoon, the kids were down for their naps and Frank was in bed with us. The motion of them fucking awoke me, so I joined them and watched his cock plunge in and out of her, and I almost came with the thrill of the sight of it. We ended up back in their room, making me wonder that if I did move in with them, would I ever get any sleep? I loved watching them and didn't want to miss any of the action! She was sleeping, when I felt Franks arm wrap around my tummy. His hand finding a breast and gently squeezing the nipple. We tried to be quiet as we spooned, but she woke up anyway. She was watching, and it was making me hot just thinking that I was fucking her husband and she was right there. I leaned over to kiss her and moved my hand down to her pussy, replacing her hand with mine. I helped her climax, and then Frank and I finished. Furthermore, I told her that I would be honored to move in with them. And we all just glowed with happiness. I spoke of how much I really like their kids, and this way they would always have someone to help them with what ever they needed. I got out of bed, to allow Jane and Frank some time alone when I heard of the kids moving around. Furthermore, I got them dressed, made them a snack, and told their parents we were going to the park. All I could hope for was that they didn't ask why I was sleeping with mommy and daddy. I peeked in to say goodbye and was reward with a most tempting sight of Jane on her hubby. She was facing him, and I saw the curve of her ass and glimpses of his cock as she bounced on him. Almost made me wish I hadn't agreed to take the kids out for the afternoon before I had to work. I really hoped Don was there! Frank After Jane left last night Any and I fucked in every position either of us could think of. She was a delight. Er warmth and turbulent personality overwhelmed me and I was in love, especially when they announced that any was moving in with us. Most nights they would be working together, but when either had the night IFF they would be in my bed, and I'd get all the sex I could ever need. Jane took the job to supplement our income, and it took a while to adjust our schedules to overlap often enough to be together, but it all sure worked out didn't it? After putting the kids down for their naps, I rejoined them in bed. Angy was awake and as I pawed her breasts, and then she reached down and brought my cock to her pussy I entered her from behind. Jane awoke and watched us fuck, and the girls kissed and loved each other. I was sure they both liked girls better than me, but that was OK. There is nothing prettier than two women both of whom you love, and making love together and i couldn't be happier than I was that they had found each other. After I came in her, and we all kissed each other again and again, Jane told me about the guy at work named Don, and that both she and Any had fucked him. I suggested they invite him over for a barbecue to share our love for each other, and they seed to think that was a good idea. I took the kids to the park that day... Then the zoo, and before I knew it, they had managed to con me into getting them some ice cream and chocolate and cotton candy... Jane was going to hate me when I brought them home all sticky and hyper from the sugar. But they were cute, and I was falling in love with them. I had to work that night, so I quickly took them home and joined Jane and Frank in the bedroom... I told them how the day had gone while I started to get ready for work. Jane would be home tonight, and hopefully I would get to work with Don tonight. We spoke about inviting him over, and I said that I would ask him tonight. Quicly eating dinner, then kissing them both goodbye for the night, I was pleased to see Don at work. I asked him if he would be interested in coming to a BBQ, and he was all over it. I told him about how I would be moving in with Jane and her family, and about my new life with them. Furthermore, I went into details, all the steamy, hot, kinky details of my new life with them. About halfway into the story, I could see his hard on through his pants, and was thrilled. This was turning out to be a great week! I turned off my register, and walked over to his. There was no one in the store, so I kissed him. A customer walked in at the wrong time, so I hid under the counter while he helped them. While he was scanning their groceries, I reached out and unzipped his zipper and reached in for his penis. I pulled it out gently, and pulled him closer so he was leaning against the counter. I started sucking on him, getting him hard again, before putting it back in his pants. Furthermore, I told him he would get more later at the BBQ, and crawled out from my hiding space. He let me go early for the night and I rushed home, still wet from sucking on him. Frank Tonight was my night with my wife, as Any was working. Don was taking Jane's place there at work, as she took Any's place here in our bed, and we had long leisurely sex and talked about our new life and new roommate, and the barbecue next weekend. She sheepishly apologized about fucking Don last night, but said she was so turned on thinking about me with Any she just couldn't help herself. Then she told me more about him, including that he was a young stud with a hard cock, and I thought "what a change from my middle-aged limp dick"We agreed that next weekend we would park the kids with their grandparents, and the four of us would get it on and Don could fuck both girls, maybe at the same time in a threesome with me watching. That got me all hard again and as I entered her again, I thought what a change in lifestyle this was, and I loved her even more for bringing Any home to me. Or, was she bringing Any home for her? All day every day they could play in bed while I was at work and the kids in school. They would have a ball loving each other AngylWhen I got home, I was pooped out! The day with the kids, and then work wore me out. Jane and Frank were still in bed, sleeping and cuddling. I decided to let them sleep, since this living arrangement was still sorta new to us all. I started breakfast for everyone, and got up the kids up and ready for school. Furthermore, I made their lunches, when suddenly one asked why I was living with them. It stopped me dead in my tracks. I really didn't want to tell them that it was because I was fucking their mommy and daddy, but I couldn't think of anything else to say!! I told them it was because I was helping around the house, and so that they would have another person to play with, help with their homework and to spoil them rotten!! Furthermore, I giggled at the last part, and so did they. Happily, that was the last of it, as I brought out a special box of sugary breakfast serial to surprise them with. They giggled even harder at the sugary surprise, and we all dug into the food. I had never outgrown my "kid" stage, and loved being around their children. I hoped Jane and Frank would wake up soon, so I could tell them what the children had asked me. Furthermore, I knew we would have to sit them down and have a discussion with them. Since they were their children, I thought it best that they explain the whole thing to them. They still weren't up yet, so I drove the kids to school and went back home. Don What a world! I had taken a part-time job at the convenience store, as a fill in clerk for the nights one of the girls had their night off. It was a perfect arrangement for me, because I could study during quiet times and the nights wouldn't interfere with my class schedule. The first night Any was showing me around, and back in the storeroom she turned suddenly, and her breasts were right up against my chest in that small room. I immediately got a hard on and I knew she felt it against her, as I took her in my arms and kissed her. She was older than I. a graduate student at the university, but very sexy and attractive and before long we were getting it on every night we worked together. We fucked every night the two of us worked, until one night she had the night off, and I was with Jane. Her face was red and she was a bit unglued. When I asked her what was wrong, she blurted out that Any was home in bed with her husband Frank, and she was horny as hell. She pulled up her skirt baring her naked pussy, and we fucked. Not once but four times that night, the last being as she bent over the counter next to the cash register while IU fucked her from behind, as cars whizzed by and even people bought soft drinks from the coin machine outside four door, but fortunately no one came in to stop us. Then I was invited to a barbecue ATR their place, and it was made quite clear that but was going to be an orgy where I was going to get to fuck both women with Frank's approval. I was even told it was his idea once he heard that I was a horny young stud I took a short shower, enjoying the warm water on my back and through my hair. Soon, I was joined by Jane. I opened the door to let her in, and quickly kissed her on the lips as a good morning. As I was done with the water, I offered it to her, and then grabbed the loofah and some nicely scented soaps. I gently washed her body, getting all the hard-to-reach places on her back and just in general worshiping her. I took the spray hose and rinsed her off, kissing as I went. Down her back, over her bum and then down her legs. I turned her around, and repeated with the water running over us both. I put the hose back on the hook on the wall, and pushed Jane under it. Furthermore, I kissed her on the lips then. Running my fingers through her hair and down her back. I kissed down her chest, teasing each nipple with my mouth before continuing on my track. I swirled my tongue around her naval, and got on my knees in front of her. She was panting, and I loved the sight of her breasts rapidly inflating and falling again with each quick breath. I put my hand on her butt, and pulled her pussy to my face. She spread her legs for me, giving me better access and for a few seconds I reveled in the sight of her shaved lips and the dark red of her pussy. I licked the lips, gently but firmly. I let her guide my movements, mostly letting her hips determine where my tongue was. She got suitor close to orgasm, and I stopped. She looked at me in confusion and I told her "You leg are shaking. If you cum, I don't want you to fall in the shower and hurt yourself!" We laughed at that, and got out. I grabbed a soft towel and began to dry her off, gently rubbing to make sure she wasn't cold. I led her by the hand to the living room. Frank was sleeping as he had a late day for work, and I didn't really want to wake him just now. I pushed her gently to the couch, so one leg was up on the arm rest, and the other on the floor with her beautifully presented to me and easily accessible. I again started slowly, licking and teasing all over her. Furthermore, I kissed one of her knees, working up to her thigh. Furthermore, I skipped over her pussy, and went down the other thigh to her knee again. She was moaning quietly, and she looked wonderful sprawled out on the couch. I went for it!! Finally letting her have what she wanted, licking her clit and massaging her legs with my hands. She was so awesome moaning and arching her back in front of me. Suddenly, she pulled my face into her pussy, not letting me go, and I knew why. She started moaning even harder, and I knew she was about to climax. Frank was awake, but feigned sleep as Any returned from work. She puttered in the kitchen and then drove the kids to school, usually my job, but today I was going in at noon to work. When Any returned she went into the shower and then Jane joined her. I left them alone as our established routine now was for them to share the morning together, and they were entitled to it. After the water was turned off I snuck out for my coffee, and saw them together on the living room couch, with my wife on her back moaning and thrusting her bare naked shaved crotch up in Any's face. I stood there and watched, entranced, as the two women in my life pleasured themselves, and I wouldn't think of interrupting. I thought I heard Frank moving around, but couldn't look away. Furthermore, I thought I felt someone watching me, and it just got me aroused. Furthermore, I moved my hips a little, waiting to get a reaction out of him. Furthermore, I was still buried in Jane's pussy, and I loved it. Furthermore, I helped her cum, relishing the juices all over my face. Furthermore, I got up, and kissed her, letting her taste herself on my tongue. I helped her off the couch, and we cat-walked to the kitchen where Frank was waiting for us. With the kids gone, I was sitting there naked thinking about my two lovers when that walked in, also naked. Each kissed me and I pulled Any on my lap, letting her sink herself down on my rigid cock, and told them how exciting it was to watch them having fun together. She laughed and told me ":Not nearly as exciting as actually doing it"Jane poured each of them their coffee and brought the two cups to the table. She was refreshed after a night's sleep and a good morning cum, and in a good mood. We ranked about how we would describe our arrangement to the kids, telling them enough, but not too much. I Outlined my version, which was for them to have two mommies, just like the book my daughter was forced to read INB school for her dyke teacher. When Jane went in for the parent conference the woman actually city on her, and if she had been cute and feminine as Any was she would have succeeded, but Jane never let on her bisexuality. What I really wanted was for us to have a little private family gathering in our backyard, and exchange vows between the three of us, marrying each other. We would all be naked, having explained to the children that we came into the world that way, and it was totally natural, but they weren't to touch each other or us, or tell this friends about it. Right there in front of my wife, I asked Any to marry me and be my wife too. I hoped she would say yes, but before she could answer Jane kissed her and asked her to marry her too said we could have Don do the deed when he came over Saturday for the barbecue, or we could Ger a pastor we knew who would do it. How did we know him? Jane and I had traded partners with him and his wife on a Saturday night, and then attended the church service Sunday morning and listened to his sermon about sin and promiscuous sex. I was so happy to be with them, then they surprised me with a marriage proposal! It was so wonderful! Frank spoke of making arrangements, but I wasn't too sure about being naked in front of the children... and then the idea that they weren't supposed to tell their friends. I still said "Yes," though. I was still sitting on Frank's lap with his cock buried in me, and was happy to know that our living arrangements would be final, if not exactly religious or "legal" in the marriage department. Furthermore, I gently rocked my hips, not to cum, but to just enjoy the feeling of him in me more. He pushed away from the table, and I put my arms and legs around him as he stood up. He gently carried me to the bedroom laying me down and kissing my neck gently. Jane followed, anxious to watch and possibly join. Frank was thrilled that my new bride and I consummated our engagement in our bed with my current wife watching and fondling both of us. My intent was to fuck sweet darling lovable Any, and the n leave the two girls to play with each other until Any went to sleep, and I would be off at work. But after she brought me to my orgasm neither would let me leave and after Jane ate her cum-filled pussy, both of them took turns sucking my cock, and we played together until I had to shower and get dressed All afternoon and into the evening I thought about them, and when I got home the kids were fed and in bed, and then both of them left for the store leaving me alone in bed for the first time since our new arrangement started. I decided that tomorrow I would pick up a digital camera so we could film ourselves, and then I could watch the tapes if I was alone and bored. Jane and I had to work tonight, leaving Frank at home all alone and I sorta felt bad for him!! Poor guy! Jane and I played around at work when there were no customers, giggling whenever someone walked in, and we had to quickly get ourselves re-arranged so they wouldn't see anything they weren't supposed to. Don came into visit us, and to check into the BBQ. We told him about the new plans, and that he was still welcome to join us. We wasted the night away, teasing each other but with no climaxing allowed. While driving to work Any and I started teasing each other and bantering, but we agreed no actual sex until we got home again. We decided that if Frank wasn't getting any tonight we wouldn't either, but we would make up for it in the morning. It Wei fun when Don dropped in to chat with both of us. We took turns kissing him and let him feel us up, but we told him he would have to wait till Friday night when he would be working with me, before we would let him have any Mira than that. We talked about the barbecue, and told him of our wedding plans, and that of course as the best man he would get to fuck both of the brides! That was good for moiré gigglers after he left, horny and disappointed that he didn't get laid.Then, when our shift was over, we went back home and made up for lost time as we raced each other to the bed, and to see who could get undressed the fastest. The winner would get her pussy eaten, but we both knew it didn't matter who won because we were both winners, and would share the prizes with Frank and each other. Frank was just leaving for work and to drop off the kids at school when Jane and Any drove in. W smiled and waved, and I wished I could go back home and pa with them, BT I had to get to work, and t was their morning playtime. All morning whenever I reached for the phone I almost hit the button for automatic dialing, but managed to restrain myself. They were either making love or sleeping and neither interruption would be very popular. I would see them this evening, and we would have sex before they left for work at the store, and I would get mine. I decided to stop and pick up a movie on the way home just for a change Jane and I were exhausted after work. Our new lifestyle was starting to wear on us, and we decided to just crawl into bed and cuddle for the day. I missed Frank, and hoped he would be home soon. We woke up around noon, and agreed to make a special dinner for him, since this must be hard on him too. I got some fresh flowers from the garden, and we decided what to make. We had to run to the store to grab something's, and by the end of our shopping day we were flushed with excitement and from all the running around. We figured we had just enough time to get dinner finished and on the table for him if he arrived a little late. Furthermore, we came up with a back-up plan to stall him, and Jane ended up calling him and asking him to bring a video home. We were happy to know that he was already planning that, and we told him to get something of his choice, just not a sports or war related movie... Which didn't leave him many choices except porn he joked. Jane and I got ready, wearing short dressed and thigh highs with the lace tops barely exposed when we bent over. Tonight was going to be all about him! We were giggling as we opened the wine and put the finishing touches around the house. Frank Finally it was quitting time, and I rushed home stopping at the video store. I picked up two, both in boxes with lurid pictures of naked women on the outside When I arrived at home, the kids jumped in my arms for their hugs and kisses, and wanted to know what was in the package, thinking it was a present for them. I told them it was something for the ladies and put it up out of reach, but Jane took it down to peek and dropped one on the floor right in front of their eyes They asked me about the naked woman, and as we sat down to dinner at a gorgeous table with a beautiful flower arrangement, I tried to respond after Any, Jane and I clinked glasses. Furthermore, I knew it was coming as they both told me the kids had been asking questions about Any now living with us." You two have been taking baths together, so you know that little girls and little boys aren't quite the same". They started to laugh and giggle and told us that when none was looking they even played with each other. Jane and I started simultaneously to tell them that from now on they would take their baths separately, and they were not to be touching each other that way. Then they asked about the naked woman, and why Any was sleeping in our bed. I explained that they now had two mommies, and my daughter said "Oh, just like the book they had us read in school about a little girl named Heather""Not quite," I said. "Heather didn't have a daddy living there, but you do" Then they wanted to know why the woman in the picture was all curvy and didn't look like a little girl. I explained that we came into the world without clothes, and since school would be out soon, from now on when we were at home alone we wouldn't wear any clothes. Any and Jane looked at each other and at me, and smiled, as we finished our nice dinner and Jane went to get dessert while Any and I set up the video. Afterward it was time for their baths, so Jane went to help them and Any and I got naked. When they all came back in the living room they were all naked too, and we hugged and kissed and talked about what grown-ups look like, but I again TLD them there would ever be any touching, unless one of them was sick or hurt and needed help. We all kissed goodnight after I told them not to tell their friends because they wouldn't understand. When they were tucked in the three of us sighed with relief and knew that before long we would have to explain where babies came from, as the first video started with two women and a guy getting it on. They sat on either side of me and their hands were on my naked thighs as my arms were around their shoulders and hands on their breasts as we all hugged together watching. It wasn't long before we were paying mora attention to each other than to the movie, but we could re-run it after our first session We had a great dinner, and Frank got two movies that looked to be pretty interesting. I had a hand on his thigh, and his hands were shared between Jane and me. The movie got me thinking... Frank was right there, so my hand slloooooooly slid up this thigh. Cupping his balls for just a second before moving up his shaft. Jane got the same idea, and we played with his cock together, never letting him have a second of rest from our hands. Jane and I leaned to each other, kissing above him letting our breasts press against his chest. Frank All excited by the conversation and the situation, I moved to the carpet and lying on the floor, invited them to join me. I shut my eyes as one of them mounted my cock and the bother sat on my face. From my point of view they looked just the same, but from the taste I knew it was Jane on my face and Any fucking me, as they faced each other, and I was sure they were playing too. This was wonderful until Jane came and rolled off me, and out of the corner of my eye I saw four little eyes peeking around the edge of the hallway corner. I knew it was getting closer to the birds and bees conversation as they hurriedly pulled back out of sight and I told the ladies what I had seen, so they knew too. When Frank mentioned they eye, I got scared. I pulled myself off his dick (rather unhappily) and grabbed some clothing to cover myself with. We all got dressed, and asked the kids that it would be okay to come into the room. I was a little freaked out about what they might say, but I knew that we needed to cover this NOW, before things started getting weird. Frank Jane and I looked at each other, both wondering which of us were to be elected to start the conversation. She stayed silent but had a p-leading look on her face, so I started in." Kids, you saw us making love. Any and Jane and I all love each other. We like to make love to each other. The unusual thing is that you have three parents, two mommies and me, and we all love each other. Don't try to understand everything, but just know that we all love you and hope you love all three of us."" What we were doing is just for grown-ups, and when you get older you will want to do it too, with someone you love. Now come here and get your goodnight kiss from each of us"They did and after Jane and Any kissed them goodnight, they both were INB my arms and with my arm around each of them, I kissed them both and then Jane took one and Any the other and led them off to bed. They didn't ask about my very wet cock or the smell of pussy on my mouth, but they had to wonder, and some day they would find out what pleasure was all about. I waited, and hoped that Jane or Frank would start the conversation. I didn't want to tell them what was going on, but thankfully Frank started. When he finished, Jane and I led the kids back to bed, glad to have covered it a little. We walked back to Frank, and decided that maybe from now on, everything should stay in the bedroom, with the door locked. I sat on the couch, and watched as Frank and Jane got some time together. I let them enjoy each other, amazed that the children didn't faze them at all. JANE bedded the kids, kissing them again good night and telling them that we wee all lucky to be in a house full of love, and have nice dreams. As we walked back down the hall I wondered what they would dream about, knowing what I'd be dreaming about with my face in Any's pussy and Frank's cock deep in me as I drifted off to sleep. I was thankful that my sweet husband had taken the lead in talking to them, and now the decks were cleared for so more sex, but back in the living room we agreed not to rub it in the kid's faces until they were a little bit older. We had the barbecue coming up this weekend, and we had already agreed that we would all be naked, and I didn't want to go back on that deal. In the privacy of our own backyard in the summer when it was warm enough, it was time to be all natural, and besides it would help make Don feel welcome if Any and I were naked for him, but we wouldn't make love out there. We would wait till dark when the kids were hopefully asleep, and we were in our big king-size bed. I was so excited for the weekend, I kept double-checking everything over and over again, to make sure that it would all be fine. I watched the weather constantly, in fear that it might suddenly start raining. Furthermore, I got all the food out, a few nights before to lethal it in the fridge, and started making my BBQ sauce. Work drags ass all week, taking forever... I didn't get to work with Jane at all, and there was some new guy hired, but he barely looked legal to work 3rd at a store, so I didn't talk to him much. I knew that he would get fired soon anyway. The day of the BBQ, I could hardly sit still!! Things were going to be awesome! Done was on pins and needles wondering how everything would go with me being with two women both of HOM I had fucked, but I had no idea if they had compared notes or for that matter, were even on friendly terms. Besides, Jane's husband would be there and I was scared shitless that our secret would come out, and he would come after me with a hot skewer or something. Speaking of skewers, I fondled my hard cock thinking about those two sexy babes. I would be working with Any at midnight tonight, and hoped everything would be pleasant and fun. It was nice to be invited to someone's home after all these weeks of being cooped up in a little apartment with my roommate when I wasn't in class or working. This would be a nice change. But, I had no idea what kind of change it would be! I arranged the lawn furniture out by the pool while Jane drove the kids over to their grandparent't house for the afternoon and evening. They were all going out to dinner and to the movies or something, and we were grateful that we had thought of a way to keep our naked bodies out of their faces for as long as we needed to make Don feel welcome. It was time, and with giggles we all got naked and put on little robes awaiting our guest. We all tickled and fondled each other a little, and all did some kissing which evolved into missing Neill over each other, and when Jane went down on Any and licked her wide open pussy I was afraid I was going to cum and lose the load I was saving for later. After Any came we all kissed again and shared her taste, and without washing faces we answered the door to find a hunk standing their, awe stricken at our appearance, until we invited him in, poured him a drink, and the three of us all helped him undress asked him which one he wanted to fuck first, telling him it was his choice as our guest, and it didn't matter because we were all going to trade partners again and again later. I am sorry, but due to my life taking many crappy turns for the worse, I will not be able to keep up with all the threads that I am in. I thank all of you for a wonderful time, and many surprises in plot! Furthermore, I hope to get this thread started later, but until then I need to say goodbye. As some of you know, I recently moved halfway across the country, and now I will be starting school on the 12th (finally). Along with school (8am to 5pm) I will be getting a job so that I will hopefully be able to move again. Again, thank you all for your friendship and a wonderful time. Angyl Fire

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Daybreak Orphanage IC

Paul had spoked to Danny once more before standing up. "Sometimes you have to use your powers like that, but never use them to cause harm. We're humans not monsters." when Paul stood up Danny had brought a few flowers from somewhere and gave then to the girls. Paul had spoken at this point. "Um so what about that tour. " Zoey and Rose both smiled and thanked Danny. When Paul spoke up Zoey nodded, "Right, the tour. I guess we could start outside." She walked off leading the way after saying bye to Nemo and Danny, Rose waved bye to them and caught up with Zoey holding her hand. Zoey went to the front door, deciding she would start with the garden and work her way around. She opened the door and waited for Paul. Usually the head of the house would show the newcomers around, but she hadn't been feeling to well lately. Zoey guessed she was caught up in paper work. Danny lead Nemo over to the game room in the orphanage. He went over to the chess set grinning at Nemo. Loser has to wear their underwear on their head for the rest of the day. Nemo snorted and started laughing at this. "Fine but the loser has to let the winner remove them and put them on their head." Danny considered this for a bit. Deal And so they began the great chess game war. Paul walked behind Zoey he watched as Rose ran ahead of him and the Two girls began to hold hands. When Paul got to the front door he asked. "So what's the first stop on this grand tour of my new home for the next 11 and a half months." Zoey gave a small smile, "Ah, lucky you. You'll be out of here in no time." She stepped out through the door, Rose let go of her hand, taking off at the sight of a butterfly giggling, "Look Zoey! This one looks like you, when you shift." Young Rose followed after the butterfly. Zoey smiled as she watched Rose. Zoey then turned to Paul, "This is the garden, the mistress loves flowers so whatever you do try to keep your fire away from here." Zoey gestured toward the hundreds of flowers, small bushes, and trees. Zoey herself had helped in planting some. Lots of people had surrounded Danny and Nemo's game of chess as they were well known for their hilarious bets on the games. The game was starting to wind down, Danny had his queen and a knight left, but Nemo had both his rooks and bishops. Danny moved his queen in position to check the king not paying attention to where Nemo's pieces were. Nemo grinned triumphantly as his rook took Danny's queen. "Rook takes queen at C3." Danny tried to redeem himself but..." Bishop to H7 Checkmate." Danny squealed with displeasure before standing up and walking over to Nemo his head hung with shame. Nemo took his shorts down and off then his undies and placed the undies over his head before replacing the shorts. "For the rest of the day, Danny." Yeah, yeah.... I know. Danny said with a flush of embarrassment. They often did silly bets like this as with such matched skills it was 50/50 on who would win every time. Danny's loss made them even for wins and losses. Paul thought the Garden was beautiful. He smiled when Rose had taken off after a butterfly. He looked at Zoey when Rose had said" This one looks like you, when you shift." Paul had spoken up "okay so try not to burn the Garden down........ And you're a what a shape-shifter." Paul would surely spend most of his time in the Garden as it was peaceful and Serene. It would keep his temper under control. Zoey nodded, "Yep." was all she said as she looked away. She didn't really like to flaunt her power. Turning she pointed to a walk way that lead around the building, "Shall we continue?" Rose then came running up taking Zoey's hand once again, her grin spreading across her face. Rose then began to skip, dragging Zoey along with her. Nemo walked Danny outside grinning like a loon. Danny reasonable embarrassed having his little boy Superman briefs atop his head, allowed the older boy his sense of victory. Don't worry, next time it'll be you who loses, and the next bet will be even worse. "We'll see chump, we'll see." Danny solemnly walked alongside Nemo where they ran into Paul, Zoey, and Rose again. "Oh hello again, you three. Didn't expect to see you again until lunch." He said smiling not giving any answer to why Danny had his underwear on his head. Paul had once again begun walking behind Zoey and Rose. He meet the two boys from earlier in front of the corner that rounded the building. He looked at the smaller boy with confusion. "So why..... Never mind" he waved his arm forward in a forget I said anything motion. Paul was just going to wait and see how events would unfold from here. "Why are your undies on your head, Danny?" Rose questioned curiously, her head cocked to the side. Zoey on the other hand was smiling looking at Danny, "Did you lose at Chess again?" Zoey guessed he had, she has watched them before, enjoying when one of them lost and had to do something silly. She wandered how close the game had been this time. Danny whined theatrically as he looked at them all. Yes, I lost at chess again! And of course I'm the one that decides what the bets are. Nemo just doesn't have my creativity when it comes to worthy humiliating bets. He said aloud looking at Zoey with a half-smile. You get my style of humor, don't you Zoey? Nemo smirks and playfully slaps Danny on the backside making him yelp. "Yeah yeah, I consider this payback for your... 10th won bet. I won't go into details but let's say it was creative... and very uncomfortable for me." Paul just stared at them all. He had no idea what was going on so it was best for him to stay quiet. The orphanage must have some sort of chest room. What Zoey had suggested it slightly. Zoey shook her head, a grin on her face, "You boys..." She looked down the walk way as Rose began to slowly tug her along, the child slightly impatient. "We are giving Paul a tour if you guys would like to tag along? We're heading to the playground at the back of the house." Rose said, slowly being drug by Rose. Danny smiled and shrugged his shoulders. Sure why not? Nemo shrugged as well, and they began walking with the trio. "Zoey you have to save me, I think Danny might kill me with the next bed. I know him too well he'll make it so humiliating next time I'll die of humiliation!" He said theatrically his fear completely for show. Rose frowned slightly, "I thought big kids were supposed to be brave, not be cry babies." she piped in. Zoey merely shakes her head, "I can't wait to see it, I always enjoy a good show." She said as she glanced down at Danny, a grin on her face as the boy wore his undies on his head. Coming from around the side of the house the playground came into full view; Swings, Slides, Mary-go-round, Monkey Bars, anything you would find at a playground. Zoey turned to Paul as Rose skipped off toward the swings, "This, obviously, is the playground." she said gesturing toward it. Due to the fact that the building was secluded from most people, the thick of the forest was right behind the playground, a small chain-link fence separating it from there. Though when Zoey tried out shifting, sometimes she went into the forest. Nemo gasped and held a hand to his heart theatrically. "I am NOT a crybaby! Are you saying you want to see me die, Rose?" Danny smiled and ran over to sit in the swing next to Rose and began using his telekinesis to swing them higher and higher. Nemo watched with a fond smile on his face. Paul had just sat back and watched. Rose Drug Rose to the playground, after offering Danny and Nemo if they wanted to accompany them. Paul just laughed a bit when Nemo suggested that the next bet would kill him of humiliation. "Don't worry buddy if it comes to that I'll put you out of your misery if that happens. He laughed before watching Danny and Rose run of to the swings. "How long have you all been here?" was the only thing Paul could muster up. Draco sat on a swing that was at the edge of the playground, the swing was attached to a large tree branch and was rarely used since the metal swings were built. Draco never played with the other children, she was too scared to try, so she always sat on the isolated swing, it has been this way since she was left at the orphanage. Draco watched the other children play as she sat alone. How she hated being alone...but what else could she do? She didn't know how to make friends or how to talk to new people. Nobody ever really noticed her either, it was like she was invisible... Kurai walked inside the front door of the orphanage and changed into more casual clothes. Curie was one of the few teen-aged orphans with a job so he took his job seriously. Curie walked out back to the playground to look for his sister since she wasn't in her room. While Draco was almost invisible to others, Curie stood out and was easily noticed. A lot of teen girls around the orphanage had a crush on him because of his bad boy looks and blood-red eyes but Curie didn't care about having a girlfriend, all he cared about was his little sister. Curie cared about her so much that he felt if she was gone his existence would be meaningless. Kurai walked over to Draco and leaned against the tree. Curie rubbed Draco's head and said, "I'm back." Draco smiled and said, "Welcome back, big brother. How was work?" Curie sighed and said, "Boring as usual, hanging the clothes and constantly being flirted with by annoying, shallow girls. How was your day? Did you make any friends?" Draco giggled as Curie told her about work and said, "I had fun. I made lots of new friends." Curie said, "I see, that's good. Who did you make friends with?" Draco replied, "A Hawk and some squirrels." Curie sighed and said, "You know that's not what I meant when I asked if you made any friends." Draco looked down and said, "I know..." Curie was approached by one of the girls at the orphanage, the girl confessed her feelings and Curie sighed before rejecting her. The girl ran off crying and as Curie sighed in irritation, Draco looked up at her brother and asked, "Why don't you ever say 'yes' to a girl? You even say no to the pretty ones." Curie chuckled and shook his head before replying, "Dating a girl just because she's pretty isn't my style. Most of the girls that confess to me are shallow and assume I'm going to say 'yes' because they're pretty. If I date a girl it's not going to just be about looks, it's also going to be about their personality. Besides, I'm not looking for a relationship right now. I've got the only girl I need right here." Curie then ruffled Draco's hair. Curie picked up Draco and sat down on the swing before placing her on his lap and wrapping his arms around her. Curie loved his sister more than anything, and he wasn't going to let anyone hurt her. Zoey looked at Nemo, "I don't play much in the game room if you would like to lead the way there, to show Paul around." Most of Zoey's time was spent in less populated areas, like the forest or the attic. Her senses seemed to perk at the sound of crying, and looking over she found the source of it. Yet again a girl and been denied by Curie, she could see him sitting with his sister Draco on the old tree swing. The girls never seemed to leave the poor guy alone. Zoey couldn't exactly remember when the pair had come to the orphanage, but she had been jealous of the fact they were siblings. It made Zoey want a sibling, even though she and Rose were close, they weren't blood. At the thought of Rose she looked over, watching as Danny and Rose swung together, the young girl giggling. A window opened, and the Mistress stuck her head out, calling for Rose. Zoey looked over at Paul and Nemo, "Catch up with you guys later." Walking over she waited for Rose to come off the swing, already knowing Rose would want her to tag along. Nemo yawned and gestured for Danny to come along. Danny left Rose swinging and ran over to Nemo. "C'mon Paul, we'll show you to the game room." Yeah, it's the best room in the orphanage! They led Paul to the game room and made a flourishing bow for Paul to enter first. Inside was all sorts of board games and gaming consoles with games of all varieties. Danny ran around in circles excitedly. The best room in the house! It's the game room! Paul was laying down on the grass, with his arms crossed around his chest. He had always had a deep love for the natural beauty of the world. His peace was interrupted by a girl running off crying. She was by an older swing by the back of the playground. Where a younger girl and a man that looked to be around his age were at as well. Paul had thought it was just a bit of heart break, nothing he could really do about it. Danny had run back to Nemo after he called for him. Seems Danny and Nemo would be taking over the tour for a while at least. The head mistress had stuck her head out of the second story window before calling for Rose Zoey walked to Rose before both left. Paul had raised an Arch way of flames for the girls to walk through before leaving himself. He had no idea if they choose to walk through it or not. By the time he had made it to the game room, Danny and Nemo had bowed before Paul had entered the room. Paul would most likely avoid this room as much as possible, he was rather competitive and hated losing. When he lost he became angry, when he became angry he lost control of his powers. He really didn't want to burn down the home of so many children. Paul finally spoke up "it's nice, but I'll probably never come here." he smiled before walking down the hallway, and made his way back to the Garden. He found a nearby bench before seating down. He watched as bees, butterflies, and the likes flew around the flowers. Furthermore, he was at peace and hope his emotional state would stay this way. Furthermore, he didn't want a repeat of his house happening again. Curie spent some time with Draco before getting called inside because he had a phone call from work. Draco followed her brother and heard him hanging up the phone. Curie turned to Draco and said, "There's an emergency at work, so I have to go back in." Draco nodded slowly and said, "Okay..." Curie sighed and crouched down so that he was eye level with her and said, "I'll probably be back in time to tell you a story and tuck you in. You be a good girl for me, alright?" Draco brightened up when Curie mentioned telling her a story and said, "Okay big brother, I'll be good." Curie smiled and kissed her forehead before leaving. Once Curie was gone, Draco walked back outside and walked over to the fence that separated the orphanage from the forest. Draco had recently found a hole in the fence that was hidden by a bush so nobody else knew about it. Draco crawled through the hole in the fence and went into the forest to find more animals. Draco had been wandering around for about an hour, but there was still no sign of any animals. Draco soon found out why there weren't any animals when she saw a male wolf with black fur. Draco thought that he was beautiful and majestic, she had never seen a real wolf before, and she was captivated by the majestic animal. Draco noticed that the wolf was all alone. The wolf turned to look at her with his crystal blue eyes. Draco was mesmerized by the wolf's beautiful eyes. The wolf just stood there and didn't do anything. Draco said, "Wow... You're such a beautiful wolf. Do you have a name?" The wolf looked at her and eventually said, "Black fur. And who might you be, young two-leg?" Draco smiled and said, "I'm Draco." Draco and Black fur bonded quickly. Draco followed Black fur deeper into the forest, they went to a beautiful river and sat together at the riverbank to look at the beautiful scenery. Black fur began to howl in a beautiful voice. Draco found that he was singing a song so she stayed quiet and listened." Forgotten days, a fading memory Lost and no longer seeking one another. Desperately still, you're reaching toward him Hopelessly certain you can mend the broken. Longing for a light lost in time, so distant. Pleading with fate, to be forgiving. Allow the shattered hearts to be regathered. Fighting for love to have a meaning, Without a promise to embrace the darkness. Hoping for a dream lost in light, so distant. Reasons ignored, no longer caring How long it may take just to mend the heartbreak. Lost and unsure, the boy is fading. A distant fragment of nobody important. Wishing for a day lost in memories distant." Draco said, "That was beautiful." Black fur just looked at her and nodded his thanks. Draco said, "I have to go back now. Goodbye. I'll come back soon." Black fur nodded and said, "Goodbye." Draco then found her was back to the orphanage and crawled through the hole in the fence before going to the garden. Zoey had pulled Rose back at first when the arch of fire lit up, deciding to walk through it first with Rose right behind her. "Wow..." Rose whispered in amazement, Zoey herself found the fire arch to be amazing. Walking on in the building she and Rose made their way up to the Mistresses office, knocking and then entering. The first time Rose had been called by the Mistress she had begged Zoey to stay, the girl had seemed terrified, and so every time Zoey always stayed with her. They took a seat, Rose sitting in Zoey's lap as the Mistress looked them over her face wearing a kind but tired smile. "Hello Rose, have you been doing well?" she asked, and Rose nodded. The Mistress then began to ask the same questions she always did, asking Zoey if she noticed any change in Rose or if she had seen anything different. But always Zoey answered no, because Rose was always the same. The questions then turned to Rose herself, asking if she noticed something different with herself. "Well... The air seems more tense lately. Like when there is rain coming, and the air seems to squish you." Rose said shyly. The Mistress wrote down some notes, she then dismissed them telling the girls to come back if anything changed. They both walked out and down the hall, the library door within sight. Danny grinned looking at Nemo. He has the look of a sore loser. That's why he won't spend a lot of time here. He'd do something regrettable if he lost. He said to Nemo through telepathy. Nemo snorted looking at Danny with a smug smirk. "Like you haven't pitched a fit when you lost. Let's go back to the playground." Danny and Nemo walked out to the playground where they saw Draco coming out from behind a bush. Danny ran over and looked at her strangely. What were you doing back there, Draco? He asked the girl as Nemo came over as well. (This sounds more like a school than an orphanage XD)Paul had fallen asleep on the bench, when he woke up a butterfly had landed on his face. Paul's White and black tattoo of his skull must have attracted it. The tattoo itself was very rare, at least that's what Paul himself thought, seeing how he's never seen someone with the same tattoo as his. Once the butterfly had moved on Paul got up from the bench and decided to walk around a bit. He had stuck his hands inside his pockets, his thumb left outside. He soon found himself at the playground again. Draco heard someone ask what she was doing back there, and she literally jumped in surprise. Draco turned to see Danny and Nemo, she had always been invisible to everyone who lived there, even the adults barely noticed her so she was shocked that she had been noticed. She was even more shocked that they knew her name. She had never spoken to them before, or anyone other than Curie for that matter, so she was having a hard time trying to answer. Furthermore, she opened her mouth as if to speak but then closed it and looked down, it was obvious she didn't know how to talk to anyone but her brother. Draco then came up with the idea of communicating through gestures. Draco put her fingers to her lips to indicate that it was a secret. Draco knew she would get in trouble if the adults found out that she had found a hole in the fence and had been going through it and hiding it instead of telling someone. Draco didn't realize that there was wolf hair on her dress that could be seen. The dress she wore was primarily black and red, but it had more red than black, but she didn't think about trying to get the wolf fur out of her clothes before coming back. Draco was scared that she was going to get in trouble again but this time the offense was much more serious than hiding animals in her room that she had found roaming the playground, plus the animals she had been hiding were primarily harmless, she had been playing with a wolf which was much more dangerous than birds and stray cats. She was going to get caught at this rate and the worst part about it was that she had promised Curie that she would be good while he was at work, she didn't want to let her brother down again! The library was loved by both Zoey and Rose, and possible other kids in the orphanage. Rose instantly ran to where her age group of books usually were, while Zoey wandered among the bigger books. She fingers stroking lightly over each of the titles, her curious eyes looking for an adventure to feed her starving mind. Zoey practically thrived on these novels of romance, action, betrayal and surprises. Her eyes landed on a new book she hadn't seen before, she guessed the Mistress must have bought it. Grabbing it she looked at the cover which was a picture of a girl falling off a cliff, the title was bold and colored in bright bold 'Free Fall' it read. Zoey opened to the middle of the book and took in the smell of ink and paper. This was something she always did, she just loved the smell of new books, and even old ones. Taking the large book she walked over to a window and laid down in the floor. Many would have found this strange, but to her, it was completely normal. Opening the book she slowly let the present world slip away as her mind sank into the imaginary world laid out in ink. Danny smiled at Draco the chance for mischief and having another orphan in his debt was appealing. Okay, Draco I won't tell... IF you do as I say from now on and never disobey. He said a wicked smile on his face. He hoped Draco would play ball because he really didn't want to get her in trouble. But if he had to he would and if she didn't play ball he'd go to the Headmistress. He could see the wolf fur hairs on her dress and that alone was proof enough of what she'd done. Think about it because if you don't play ball, I'll have to go to the Headmistress, and you'll get in trouble. Nemo frowned at him because he didn't know what Danny was saying to Draco as Danny was speaking directly to Draco with telepathy. "Danny what are you saying to her?" He asked with a disapproving tone. Nothing Nemo, I'm just asking her where she'd been again. Draco had crawled out from the bushes that hid the hole in the fence. Draco turned to go back to the isolated tree swing but bumped into Paul when she turned around and fell backwards onto her butt. Draco looked up at Paul and her eyes were filled with curiosity when she saw his face. Draco reached up and poked his cheek with one finger and tried to rub the tattoos off thinking it was face paint. Draco had never been taught the meaning of the phrase "personal space" because she had only ever interacted with her older brother so she didn't know any better. The only concepts of personal space that she did understand where don't go into the bathroom when someone is using it or taking a bath, and don't touch private areas. Draco looked at her hand in confusion when the tattoo didn't come off his face. Draco held up her fingers for Paul to see as if to show that the ink hadn't come off his face. Draco was still sitting down and hadn't bothered to stand up, yet after she had first fallen down. A gentle breeze had blown some of the wolf fur that had stuck to her clothes into the air, and they could be seen by Paul. Draco didn't realize that there had been black wolf hair stuck to her dress and when she saw it floating in the air she started to get scared that the teen in front of her was going to tell on her for having wolf fur on her dress which was an obvious sign that she had been playing with a wolf. Draco didn't want to get in trouble for playing with a wolf not only because it would be a much more serious punishment than hiding stray cats or wild rabbits in her room but also because she had promised Curie that she would be a good girl while he was gone, she didn't want to disappoint him again! Zoey raised her head from the book, her eyes landing on Rose who had fallen asleep while reading. Closing the book she sat it on the table, promising herself she would return later. Picking up Rose she has begun the long walk back to her room. Despite her small size, Rose was heavy. Paul staring into nothingness when a younger girl had bumped into him. The younger girl had fallen into her backside. She had reached up and rubbed his check to see if his tattoo would come off, she held up a finger to show that it was still there. A small breeze blew, and small traces of hair blew away from the girls clothing. Paul looked at the younger girls clothing it was covered in some sort of animals hair. "Hold still, and I'll tell you a secret okay." with that Paul pulled his hand back it was soon consumed with flames. He slowly lowered his hand until it was a few inches away from the younger girl, he began to move his hand and burn away the hairs. Once he had finished he said "there you got much better." with a smile following shortly after. "Now for you must want to know what this is doing on my face, huh? Well that's a long story, but I can tell you that it's permanent. That means it won't come off it's dedicated to Los Puerto. Or in English The Dead." Draco nodded when Paul told her to hold still. Draco watched in wonder as the flames burned the wolf hair off. Draco saw the smile on Paul's face and she smiled back. Draco listened to Paul as he told her that the stuff on his face was permanent and that it was dedicated to Los Puerto or "The Dead." Draco nodded in understanding and decided that since he told her a secret she would tell him one. Draco put her fingers to her lips as if to let him know she was going to tell him a secret too. Draco grabbed his hand and pulled him towards the bush, she then pulled some of the branches back just enough to reveal the hole in the fence. Draco knew she was risking a lot in "telling" Paul about the hole, but she felt she could trust him. Draco heard one of the adults calling the kids in for dinner, and she proceeded to pull Paul behind her towards the orphanage building to go eat. Kurai had just gotten back from work a second time around dinner, he quickly got changed into his more comfortable clothes consisting of black jeans, a black tank top, and a hooded jacket with faux fur trim on the edge of the hood and sleeves. Curie came down just in time to see Draco pulling a teen boy behind her that looked to be about a year older than him. Curie chuckled and said, "Draco, did you make a new friend?" Draco nodded and Curie rubbed her head before saying, "I'm so proud of you. What's your new friend's name?" Draco opened her mouth to answer and then closed it as if she just realized that she didn't know his name. Curie shook his head chuckling and said, "My name's Curie, you've already met my little sister, Draco. Might I learn your name?" Curie was speaking very politely to Paul, and it was obvious that he didn't mind Draco making friends with a tattooed pro since he knew better than to judge a book by its cover. Curie held his hand out for Paul to shake and said, "A word of warning though, Draco doesn't know what personal space is so she might try to rub off your tattoo." Curie was unaware that she had already done so. Draco tugged on her brother's sleeve, and he looked down at her and said, "What is it?" Draco reached up at Curie to let him know she wanted to be held. Curie chuckled and picked her up before saying, "You know you're getting a bit too big for this." Draco shook her head as if to disagree with her brother. Scarlet dizzily limped towards the place, her head spinning from the lack of blood and food in her system. She stumbled into the orphanage grounds, her eyes flashing black as she expanded enough energy to crawl over the fence. Her dark red hair swayed behind her back, as she steadily limped forward through the grass. Children quietly were headed towards a central building. Her eyes shifted to black and a hand was held tightly to her gut. She groaned and softly looked around the grassy area, her hands shaking weakly. "Okay. Hold together. Little longer," she murmured under her breath, biting her lip. She managed to limp to the orphanage doors and knocked sharply, then called out, "I need to talk to the Headmistress. She kept her wounds hidden under a black leather trench coat. No blood showed. Meanwhile, This quietly sat on the bed in her room. This was her first day here, and she was much too nervous to go exploring. Hugging her knees, she listened to the kids eating downstairs while coloring a page in her little coloring book. A dark haze lingered in his mind. He believed the haze to be his own existence at times, the world around him seeming to fall away and be replaced by, nothing really. It was hard to explain. It wasn't sleeping, per se, yet he certainly wasn't awake either. He found that periods of this state sometimes ran for years at times, most times, he was out for several months, sometimes days or hours. It was random at times, and at other times, he seemed to 'sleep' during the night as normal. Whatever happened to him, he found himself becoming aware once more and found himself floating near the ceiling of the library. Seth Masters blinked a few times, still certain he was invisible to the living and turned over to peer below. It was quiet, as usual, but he sensed a presence here and noticed a couple of girls below quietly reading. The younger girl was clearly sleeping, and it took a while for the older one to notice and put her book down to get up and carry the younger one out of the library. Seth smiled and drifted down to the book she had put down and read the title, 'Free Fall'." Interesting..." Seth muttered as he materialized into view once he was sure he was alone. He picked up the book and stared thumbing through it, remembering he could no longer smell the pages as the girl made a point to do before. Sighing heavily, he set the book back down where he left it, yet face down, and faded away again to become invisible to drift off through the air and passed through the wall towards the mess hall. By the clock on the wall, it should be dinner time. Seth emerged from the wall in the Foyer and turned to drift toward the mess hall, when there came a sharp rap on the door and a girl's voice bellowed through it." I need to talk to the Headmistress!" Seth stopped and hesitated for a moment. He was told by the Headmistress to stay hidden and not interfere with the normal goings-on during the day. He was permitted to use the games room at night as long as no one was around. Furthermore, he did remember some people before wondering who got all the high scores in most of the games in there, but they never found out who it was. However, this person at the door was not a part of the orphanage, and it sounded urgent. Maybe he could take a message for the Headmistress or something and help out for once? Seth materialized and touch down on the floor, using some effort to make it look like gravity actually worked on him as he held his feet to the floor and simulated a sense of weight in his steps. Grasping the heavy door handle, his hand passed through it the first time as he underestimated its weight and concentrated harder to pull the large slab of wood from its resting place. Poking his head full of white hair through the opening, he saw a dark red haired girl in a trench coat with a look of distress on her face. Worried, Seth spoke in a soft tone." Hello, Can I help you?" he asked, "I think the Headmistress is occupied at the moment. If it's urgent, I can try and find her." Zoey barely managed to open the room to Rose's room without dropping the child. Once inside she laid her on the bed and covered her up, almost in a loving motherly way. She soon started to walk back out the door but heard Rose say her name, turning she looked at Rose, "Yes?" Rose looked at Zoey, "What am I going to do when your gone?"" Gone? Honey I'm not leaving." Zoey smiled, trying to put the children fears to ease." When you turn eighteen you will have to leave me... I don't know what I'm going to do." Rose's lower lip quivered as she spoke. Zoey wasn't going to be leaving for a few years, her and Rose still had time to be together." When I finally get to leave this place, you will be coming with me." Zoey responded, she then walked over to the bed and sat at the edge. Rose smiled, "Just like a mommy?" Zoey nodded and replied with a question, "Yep. You want me to tell you a story to help you back to sleep?" Rose nodded and Zoey instantly launched into a story of a princess named Rose, and a lovely kingdom. Paul had been dragged to a hole in the fence by the young girl. Paul thought too himself "this could be a potential danger, but until that point I'll keep it quiet" he only hoped that no one would be injured due to his decision. At that time they had been called for dinner, the young girl had proceeded to drag Paul along, until they meet a boy that looked to be around his age. He introduced both if them the younger girls name was Draco his name was Curie. Paul returned the introduction in kind "I'm Paul it's a pleasure to meet the both of you." he watched as Curie picked up Draco. "So should we go eat" he said with a smile. Curie said, "You two go eat without me, I'm too exhausted from work to eat." Draco looked at Curie with a face that showed she didn't want him to go to bed yet. Curie sighed and said, "I'm sorry Draco. I'll have to read you a bedtime story another time. Big brother is tired." Curie put her down and tried to give her a goodnight kiss on her forehead, but Draco was having none of it. Draco pulled her hat over her face to block Curie's kiss, and she turned away with her cheeks puffed out like she was mad at him. Curie said, "Draco, don't be like that. I promise to read to you another time, okay?" Draco shook her head as if to say, "No, it's not okay!" Curie sighed and said to her in a firm voice, "Come on Draco. You're too old for this type of behavior. Now be a good girl for big brother and go ahead and eat without me." Draco shook her head stubbornly, she only got this way when her older brother tried to go to bed early or came home late from school or work. Draco wanted to spend as much time as she could with her older brother because he was the only family she had left, all they had was each other. Curie pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed, Draco was throwing her own version of a temper tantrum. Curie said in a serious tone, "Draco. Go eat now. You don't want me to embarrass you in front of your new friend by giving you a spanking, do you? If you don't start listening by the count of 3 then I will do just that." Draco looked down and Curie started to count slowly. "1." Draco didn't move. "2." It didn't look like Draco was going to cooperate with her brother, but she eventually stood up and hugged her brother around the waist before he could say 3. Curie sighed as he knew Draco was trying to let him know that she was going to listen now, but she wasn't happy. Curie rubbed her head before making her let go of him and heading upstairs to go to bed early. Draco sat down where she usually did when Curie wasn't around for meals. Curie would get up to eat breakfast and go to school before Draco was up because since his school started earlier in the day than Draco's did and he often at lunch at work on the days he didn't have school so he didn't usually get to eat with Draco except at dinner time. So Draco was often alone at meals. Draco wasn't really eating her dinner but was just picking at it instead as she sulked. Draco eventually got up to go potty but when she came out of the bathroom she saw a boy with white hair at the door that she had never seen before. Draco had never seen another person with white hair, except her Mommy, so she was rather curious about the boy. Draco hid behind a potted plant that was big enough to hide her to watch the boy. Draco was shy so she wasn't going to approach him on her own, she had only been able to interact with Paul because she accidentally bumped into him so approaching someone she didn't know purposely wasn't within her comfort zone. The young woman blinked at the figure that seemed to be struggling with its own corporeality. "I need the Headmistress. Now." She replied again and shuddered, her head spinning. It was hard to stand up straight, and she bit her lip hard. "I need you to hurry please. Thank you." She took another breath, her leather trench coat wrapped tightly around her wiry frame. The pale thin woman's dark green eyes had shifted to dark gray. She waited with a menacing grimace, her head still spinning slightly. Scarlet could feel new energy nearby and her eyes flickered dark purple then back to gray. "I'm glad that you and your little friend are curious, but if you don't hurry, you'll have to be asking your questions to a corpse," she added. "Now, where is the Headmistress?" Seth's eyes went wide at the sight of the girl and her words took but a moment to sink in, rather, the more important ones firstly." Yes, of course! Come in!" he said, pushing the door with a grunt. His hand slipped slightly and passed a mere centimeter into the wood for a second before he recovered and passed it off as a minor stumble. Once she was inside and comfortable, her less important words struck him and panic started to swell in his mind, "Wait, what friend?" Glancing around the room he saw nothing at first, but indeed sensed some presence there, as he did before in the library when he woke. Whomever it was, was obviously hiding yet the urgency in the girl's voice made him think it was an emergency, so he decided that it was worth giving up the effort to hide himself. He just hoped they would keep their mouths shut because of the severity of the issue at hand." Aww, crap." he muttered, then turned to the apparently empty lobby, "Look, whoever is hiding, please watch over this one as I go get the Headmistress!" With that, he nodded to the girl and jumped into the air, flying quickly towards her office, fading to a slight transparent form and vanishing through the wall on the upper staircase. He knew he would be punished by the Headmistress for showing himself, but he thought he didn't have a choice. In his panic, he even neglected to go completely invisible and cared little for any sightings of him in the hallways and rooms as he rushed past. Bursting through the door to her office, he halted in midair, "Miss! I'm so sorry for this, but there's someone at the front door looking for you. They're in bad shape. You need to come quick!" NASA skipped into the play yard and watched everyone play. She had her favorites that she liked to shadow. Paul was scary looking, but he had the best fire tricks. Earlier that morning it was fun to the kid with his hair on fire. Then see the shape-shifter appear out of nowhere. The others played their own games of tag and hide a seek. NASA loved being the center of attention as she skipped from the playground to the cafeteria for lunch. "Draco, what new tricks can you teach me. I like to watch Paul make fire. Did you see him put flames in Charles's hair? You can smell burnt hair. Pew You." She pinched her nose as they rushed through the main hall. The Head Mistress sat at her desk, her small pale hands shuffling through paperwork on all the children in her orphanage. She knew them all by name and cared for each one, though she rarely left her office. In the past years she had grown sick, but didn't want to worry her children, some of which she knew could tell that her time might be coming to an end. While working on the papers for the newer children she raised her head to the sound of Seth's voice. His urgent words caused her to rise her feet. The Head Mistress was an older lady, her gray hair put up in a bun, her glasses mid-way down her nose. Her wrinkled hands reached for the phone to the right and in a fast pace she called the nurse telling the other lady to meet her by the front doors due to an emergency. Once hanging up she looked up to Seth, "Let's go." She was then on her way. Crystal would sit where she usually sits, her room. She'd be looking through a book while keeping her face in the same neutral position. She'd look around her room for a little bit, just for something to entertain herself, she'd then find a puzzle and starts playing with it, she'd smile. Draco stayed in her hiding place for a little while longer after the boy with white hair flew off. Draco could tell the woman was badly injured and that she needed immediate medical attention. Draco rushed to the nearest Lenin closet and pulled out a clean washcloth, she then lifted the loose floorboards in the closet to pull out some medicinal herbs, a book on how to use medical herbs, and a mortar and pestle so that she could treat the woman. Draco then placed the floorboards back how they were and made it look like nothing was there before closing the door to the Lenin closet. Draco had come back and placed the supplies down next to the woman while she got some warm water in a bowl. Once that was done, Draco removed the leather trench coat as well as her shirt so that she could properly treat the woman's wounds. Draco started by soaking the washcloth in the warm water and began to clean the wound with it. Draco made sure to be gentle with her hands so that she didn't cause unnecessary pain. Once that was done, she pulled out tree glass bottles with cork stoppers, each one labeled "Yarrow", "Camera", and "Lavender". Draco opened the lavender first and put a few drops of the liquidized plan into the wound to sterilize it. Then she opened the yarrow and camera bottles and poured a bit of the dried plants into the mortar before putting the bottles away and grinding the plants into powder with the pestle. Once the two plants were ground into powder, Draco poured the substance onto the wound, helping it close and heal faster so that the woman would survive until the boy brought back the Headmistress. Draco then placed the trench coat back over the woman to cover her before she cleaned up what she had used and placed it back in her hiding place in the Lenin closet. Draco then rushed over to the woman and kept an eye on her like she was told. Kurai came out of his room when he found that he couldn't fall asleep. He walked down the stairs and saw his little sister sitting next to a woman who was laying on the floor. Curie rushed over when he noticed the blood. Curie said, "Hey, are you alright?" Buried lifted the trench coat to see the severely of the wound and looked surprised when he saw that it was already treated properly so that the woman would be able to get professional medical help when it came. Curie said, "It's already been treated?" Curie then placed the trench coat over the woman again and rubbed his sister's head to calm her. Zoey had woken early that morning, determined to finally shift into the form of a moth. She had been practicing and practicing for days now. She was up in the attic, it was her quiet place to go when ever she needed to think for play around with her shifting abilities. Furthermore, she had a single lantern up there with her, the moon was not enough to keep her fear of the dark away. Furthermore, she stood in the middle of the room taking slow deep breaths, and suddenly she was shifting. Her body grew smaller and smaller until she was nothing more than the size of a dollar. She was now a green moth with bright white markings, now all she had to do was learn to fly... Danny was woken at dawn by the thoughts of another. "It's time to get up, Danny." His friend/self-appointed big brother Nemo said to him through telepathy. I don't wannabe up! He thought back grumpily. "Come on, Danny don't make me come over there and tickle you." Danny quickly got up from bed his teddy bear onesie almost making him trip as he did. Nemo laughed immediately coming over and picking Danny up. "Silly boy you should be more careful." Danny gave Nemo a glare. The curly, black haired boy gave a fake death choke and fell backwards onto Danny's bed. I won't revive you. You can stay dead. "WWW what if I promise to read you a story at bedtime?" Danny seemed to consider it. Hmm, okay fine you've been revived. Nemo with Danny still in his arms made their way to the cafeteria area. "Hopefully it's something good for breakfast."(Okay to make things clearer dialogue in italics are Danny's thoughts/dialogue those in quotations are Nemo's thoughts/dialogue since both of them are telepaths thoughts and dialogue are pretty much the same thing) Paul was always one of the first people up. He had gone downstairs before seating Down in the main room. He started to play with his flames. The flames danced around and made several different shapes. The first was a butterfly, flying around a flower. The next was a dog it looked like it was walking. The last thing he showed was cat climbing a tree. He put a cup over his hand and watched as the tree fell apart and the cat died. "Without oxygen everything dies" as he looked up there was several of the smaller children seating around Paul. He smiled before saying "I'll show more tomorrow" By now Zoey was fluttering around, gliding low to the ground. Her delicate green wings carrying her around the attic in large circles. Soon she landed and morphed back to her normal human self. She was tired and laid on the floor for a moment. When in a new form she seemed to get tired faster. After a moment of rest she stood up and grabbed her lantern, the sun was beginning to rise, and she guessed the others were up by now. Zoey had been here the longest out of the other orphans, she had been here since she was just an infant, the orphanage workers taking care of her. Sighing she stepped out of the attic and down the latter, she had stopped by her room to put the lantern away and was now heading to the dinning room, ready to eat breakfast. Danny entered the dining room carried piggyback by Nemo as was custom for the last two years since the older boy had arrived. Nemo knelt down and Danny hopped off his back. They both sat down at their seats and waited to be called up to get their food. Danny looked around and saw Zoey enter the dining hall. Hey, Nemo look it's Shifty-Girl. "Her name is Zoey, Danny not Shifty-Girl." Nemo chided gently. Danny shrugged and started kicking his legs back and forth. Nemo sighed audibly and smiled ruefully at the younger boy. Danny hopped up when they were called to get their food and ran over to see what it was. John had walked into the cafeteria area. Being the newest person in the orphanage he had no friends, the tattoos sent a bad message. Even though Paul was a kind as anyone could be. Maybe it was better that way. He took his seat and waited for his name to be called. He thought to himself "Wonder what they will give us today." To pass the time he played around with his flames more. Zoey finally found Rose, the young girl who Zoey had taken under her wing. Zoey never had younger siblings, but the little six-year-old had melted her hear right away. She had met Rose two years ago, and they had instantly bonded. She took Rose's hand and got in line for breakfast, Rose carried her little doll with her. Due to her shifting powers Zoey could often hear, smell, see, and sense many things that the others could not, just animal instincts she called it. But with the room being so loud, she kinda wished she didn't have the power at that moment. Once she reached the area where the food was handed out she grabbed two plates, one for her, and one for Rose. "C'mon Rose, let's go get our seats." Zoey said lightly and lead the way as she looked down at the plates and smiled. Today's breakfast consisted of Toast, Eggs, and bacon. Zoey caught a new face in the crowd, she didn't realize there was a new guy. From where she stood she could see the guys tattoos, she wandered how he was fitting in. Danny grabbed his and Nemo's plate smiling at the good breakfast for once. Thanks to the gods.... If it had been gruel again or porridge... Danny shuddered mentally causing Nemo to laugh out loud. "You silly boy, those things aren't so bad if you'd let ME sweeten them for you." He said aloud so that the other kids wouldn't think him mad. They sat down and began eating their breakfast when a boy only a year or two older than Danny came over. He shoved Danny's face into his plate hard. "Stupid faggot, don't think I don't see you staring into your boyfriend's eyes for hours at a time nonstop. Better stop with the fatness, or you'll get what's coming to you." The boy said his voice angry and unashamed. Nemo shot up, but Danny held him back. Tears were running down his face with eggs and bread crumbs stuck to his face. His mouth was open, and it was obvious he was sobbing, but hardly any noise was escaping his open mouth. Paul had be called up to get his food. When he sat down some boy had pushed another boy into his food. Paul stood up walked around to the table. He tapped on the older boys shoulder. The older boy had turned around to see Paul before saying. "What do you want this isn't your business." Paul picked the boy up by his shirt, the top of Paul's head caught on fire. "If I see you do anything like that again you'll get what's coming too you. Now apologize before I burn you from the inside out." Zoey had taken a bite of her breakfast, intently listening as Rose talked about a Bumblebee she had seen yesterday. Suddenly there was some kid pushing another, drawing Zoey's and Rose's attention. Zoey would have done something, but suddenly the new kid was threatening the bully. Zoey grabbed Rose and pulled her closer to herself, Zoey didn't know how out of control this might get, but if it endangered Rose then she would leave as fast as possible. She waited and watched to see how it would all go down. The boy looked at Danny and said. "I'm sorry." He waited for the new guy to put him down. Meanwhile, Nemo had begun cleaning off Danny's face. "Did he hurt you?" Not really...not permanently anyway. Nemo pulled Danny into his arms hugging him tightly once he was done cleaning him up. "It's okay let's just go back to eating." Danny nodded and started to eat his meal. On a second thought Danny turned to the new kid and spoke directly into his mind. Thank you... He then turned back around and went back to eating. After the kid had apologized Paul let him down and simply said. "Run" The kid exactly what he was told, he didn't even bother with the food they were serving. Paul had turned slightly before he had heard, Thank you. Paul drug his finger in the air making letters. When he finishes the space he used to draw the letters busted into flames. spelled, Your Welcome he smiled then went back to his seat. Zoey let out a sigh of relief, seeing as it was settled without bloodshed. She grabbed another bite of her breakfast, thoughtful. "That kid was mean..." Zoey looked over as Rose spoke, the child's large eyes were hooded with anger." The one with fire? He was helping the other two dear." Zoey guessed Rose was talking about the new boy, but Rose shook her head." No, the boy that shoved Danny, he is the mean one he called him a... Bad name..." Rose corrected Zoey, the little girls eyes gland over at Danny and Nemo and then back to Zoey. Zoey nodded, "Yes, he was a mean boy, and yes he said a bad word. Don't ever say that, ok? Never call someone that." Zoey said, causing Rose to nod enthusiastically. Rose then began to finish her breakfast, Zoey watching her curiously. Zoey didn't know Rose's powers, she was either a late bloomer, or had none at all. Nemo got up from the table taking Danny and his own plates with him once they were both finished. He put them in the dirty dish area and came back over to Danny. "Ready?" Yup.... Nemo frowned and picked Danny up carrying him out of the dining hall. He brought Danny out to the playground and sat him down on a swing. "Let's play a game. It's called the guess game. If you guess correctly you get a piece of candy, if you guess wrong I tickle you." Danny glared at this as he didn't like being tickled. Nemo grinned at Danny when he saw he'd won simply because Danny wanted candy. "Okay so... it's a riddle, 28 white horses go galloping along thump- thump- thump eating up the ground beneath them." Danny frowned but then as if a lightbulb went off in his head he began counting his teeth. He then smiled sweetly and held his hand out to Nemo. Teethsies! Nemo laughed ruefully as he handed Danny a piece of chocolate. He smiled as Danny seemed a bit happier now which was Nemo's goal to begin with. Paul had started to eat his breakfast, but it was a little cold. He waved his hand over his food a few times and began eating it again. "I guess being able to play with fire all the time has its uses." after had finished his breakfast he had walked to two girls. "Hey um do you know if there's anything to do here?" he smiled and raised an eyebrow at the smaller girl. "Do you like tricks? Watch this" Paul had raised his hands up. A woman around her size was playing, in the other hand a woman about the rise of the older one was watching the little one. He brought his hands together and the two fires began to hold hands and walk together. "Societies what do you think?" Zoey had finished her breakfast, and had been waiting on Rose when the new guy showed up. He at first had asked what kind of things were round here to do, but then he had started to do little tricks with his flames. Rose giggled, delighted at the sight of the two ladies in the new guys hands, "That's beautiful..." Rose said, looking at Zoey then back to the new guy. "I'm Rose," she then gestured to Zoey with her small hands, "And this is Zoey. It's nice to meet you...." Zoey knew Rose liked bright things, and no doubt was enjoying the fire. "We could show you around if you would like." Zoey finally spoke up. Nemo was swinging beside Danny thinking up a new riddle. "Okay I got it. I'm not alive, but I grow, I grow. Taller than a tree and made of stone, if you want to get by me, you have to go over or around. What am I?" Danny scrunched his little forehead and a smile graced his features. Nemo had gotten off his swing ready to deal out Danny's 'punishment' if he got it wrong. A mountain. Nemo sighed with disappointment. "Right again." He gave Danny another piece of chocolate which he swallowed greedily. "Okay smart guy, this time you have to be specific. Come spring I have my babies and raise them until they are grown, through summer we are found near where are babies were laid but by fall we'll soon be gone. For in the fall we fly south for the winter and won't return until next thaw." Danny scrunched his face up. Birds? "What kind of birds? You have to be specific'" Mummy.... ravens? Nemo grinned with victory. "Wrong!" He began tickling Danny making the eight-year-old squirm and squeal with laughter. S-Stop it!" Nope this is your punishment for guessing wrong. The answer was geese." Nemo tickled Danny until the boy fell out of the swing into Nemo's lap. Smiling at Danny he helped the boy up and patted his head. 2 for 3 not bad, Danny." They made their way back inside where they bumped into the two girls and the guy who saved Danny. "Hello, thanks again for making Bobby apologize. The boy is quite an issue." Nemo said to Paul out loud. Paul had smiled when Rose had said that the 'trick' he did was beautiful. He said "If you want to come into the main area in the morning I'll show more." when they had introduced them selves returned the kindness. "My name is Paul, but watch out I'm the spooky fire guy." he waved his hands in front of the girls face a trail a flame following. Once his hand stopped and the fire had disappeared he spoke to the girls once more. "I'd love a tour if you would be so kind as to give me one." the two men he had help earlier had come and thanked him, Paul responded. "It was nothing honestly I've dealt with people like him before" He bent down to the smaller of the two men. "If he bothers you again come get me, and I'll set him straight okay?" Rose looked up at Zoey with bright eyes of excitement, she then turned to Paul, "It's nice to meet you Paul, I will definitely be there to watch you in the morning." Zoey stood and took hers and Rose's plates away, returning within seconds to find Nemo and Danny had stopped by. Rose had stood up and was now standing by Danny, slight worry in her eyes, "Are you ok Danny?" Zoey was always amazed at how Rose seemed to care about everyone, knowing the child had one of the biggest hearts around. Zoey merely smiled, and watched. Danny looked up at Paul smiling. I can take care of him if I need to... I just don't like using my power for stuff like that. My power wasn't given to me to use to terrorize others into submission. If it were, I'd be able to use my most defensive power anytime I wanted to. He spoke aloud with his voice which was very soft causing Nemo to blink. He spoke aloud to the others as well. "Wow... that was... quite a mouth full... I've never heard him speak that much with his real voice... to be honest... I wasn't sure he could... Furthermore, I thought maybe he'd been maimed before he came here." Danny kicked Nemo in the shin before addressing Rose. I'm okay... I'm used to people being like that. It comes with the territory of being a telepath. Talking to people through your mind generally means you are conversing with them, but it seems like you are just staring at them. He said through telepathy again. Danny looked over towards the garden area and lifted his hand. Two flowers flew to him perfectly picked from the garden. He offered them to Zoey and Rose.

Daybreak Orphanage IC|rating:3.0

Liberty and the Pursuit Thereof [ChaosLord29 & Liberty Lass]

It was not a party to be missed by any of Washington's social elite, and not simply because the luxurious and grand ballroom was one of the finest venues in the nation's capital. No, the real draw was the attendance of a particular senator who was more than rumored at this point to be making a bid for the highest office in the land, and there were plenty there looking to ingratiate themselves with the prospective candidate. It didn't hurt that he was already a most reputable and charismatic official in his own right, or that his family who supported him throughout these political endeavors were of equal eminence. More than a few conniving individuals had it in mind that there was an avenue to ingratiate themselves with the Senator by first making headway with his family; and the young Becky Davis being a lovely and well presented young woman seemed to make it worth trying in the first place. Few enough enterprising young men (and some a bit older) had made any progress on that front however, for the Senator's daughter took her role and herself very seriously in maintaining both decorum and a sterling reputation, much to the chagrin of those tabloids eager for more scandalous celebrity party-girl fodder. Her attendance at this event had thus far proved no different, despite the efforts of a small gaggle of handsome politicians' and executives' sons, a corps of whom always seemed to be in attendance in varying combinations at these events. There were however, a few parties in the very fortunate and different position to be sought out by Senator Davis, rather than the other way around. Growing popularity and recognition was one thing, but beyond media acclaim, he required a solid foundation of financial backing and amongst the more influential circles of Washington and beyond, and so it was with particular interest that Senator Davis had his chief aide seek out a particular figure in attendance at the party, who likewise happened to be in the company of family. This family in particular easily rivaled the Davis' for sheer preeminence, though with a good deal more subtlety, afforded to them by their position, not as elected officials, but brokers of power and information across the political and economic spectrum. Of course, few knew the real extent of their interests and influence, it was enough for many to know that Jorgensen Multinational, the family's principal corporate conglomerate and holding company was one of the largest and most enduringly profitable in the world. The Morgensterns themselves were European, of impeccable breeding, and made up not just the controlling interest holders in the company, but also much of its upper corporate echelons, especially once on began counting cousins, in-laws, and other relations. It was none other than their Chief International Liaison who was participating in the fund-raiser this evening, Irene Jorgensen, wife and mother of the family's principal house, and husband to the CEO and President of the Board, Racer Jorgensen himself. As the chief aide guided Senator Davis towards the circle of conversation at which Ms. Jorgensen was presently the center, he also caught the eye of the Senator's daughter, Becky, beckoning her over subtly for the introductions, and getting her away from the attention of the usual cast of male hangers on looking for the challenge of befriending (and bedding) the lovely Ms. Davis. At the same time, the Jorgensen's chief of security, standing appropriately removed from Ms. Jorgensen, her chief charge, and garnered the attention of her son, August for the same reason. August arrived at just the same moment Senator Davis was being introduced, and gave a courteous smile and brief bow to the elected official, demonstrating somewhat continental manners before extending his hand somewhat less formally but more in keeping with Ted Davis' hands-on style of politics." A pleasure to meet you Senator." Came his rather sonorous tenor, his English tinted by just the slightest accent; difficult to place if one hadn't spent a good deal of time in Central Europe, but something the Americans often referred to as transatlantic, which plenty of Americans seemed to associate with a variety of classic Hollywood accents. He wore a luxuriously tailored gray suit, white shirt, and a regimental tie of deep navy and silver; the same colors on his family's ancient coat of arms. His dark eyes shone out from strong, aquiline features, chestnut hair brushed back from his temples with just the slightest hint of a curl. He continued with only the most gracious of tones "I understand you've struck a chord with the American people in these somewhat troubled times; at home, and abroad." It was a calculated comment all the same. August knew in full that the Senator's strength was in domestic affairs, and part of his interest in any connection or opportunities with his family might help improve his perceived grounding in foreign affairs; a staple for any presidential hopeful. As the Senator began his answer, Irene picked up the conversation quickly, the tone now clearly set, while August's eyes turned now to regard Becky more in full. He was quite incapable of preventing the quirk of a smile from playing at his features once he did however, but his composure remained intact for the most part; that same air of haughty respect, but with considerable more interest in Becky herself, now that their parents were busying themselves dancing around certain sensitive matters of support and favor between their company and his campaign. "Ms. Davis," He intoned, extending his hand to her quite formally, as he allowed himself a full smile now, inclining his head but without letting his eye move from hers as they gleamed just slightly with unspoken intent, "It's my honor to meet you as well." (Davis (above) moved through the gala as if floating on air. Despite her youth (just 19), she had been through dozens of these. She knew how to play the polite, occasionally flirty, socialite who manages to say and do the right thing at the right time. Becky's demeanor and affable nature made her the girl every girl wanted for a best friend ... and her gymnast body and oozing sex appeal made her the girl every man wanted to bed. Yet, somehow, Becky never left anyone feeling left out. When dancing, she often sought out the awkward teenage boy, dancing with him, making him feel like a million bucks, then pairing him up with another girl who needed a partner. Mothers loved how Becky managed to draw out their shy sons, and fathers quietly envied their boys, perhaps for the first time. This gala/fundraiser was fairly typical. Her father -- actually, his big-money supporters -- wanted to drum up interest in a presidential bid. They hoped a good turnout would finally twist Ted Davis' arm enough to run for the highest office in the land. Becky's father was the Republican Party's best hope and the money men prayed he would sign on. All signs pointed to yes, as Ted had agreed to talk with other potential donors about his nascent campaign. So far, Becky had had to spend time with a 14-year-old with braces who kept trying to look down her gown ... part of the perils of being 5-foot-5 ... in heels. But he was the son of a hedge fund billionaire so ... her job was to keep him away from the adults. The next family wasn't too bad. They had a daughter about Becky's age. Her mother came from New England "Old Money" and wanted to know Ted's position on the inheritance tax since, evidently, her "Old Money" was about to get larger, thanks to the imminent passing of an elderly aunt. Becky and the daughter talked about how lame some of these parties were, though Becky didn't really mind them. When the "Old Money" daughter was summoned, Becky was free for a bit. Though not really. As soon as her attention was not required for business, it seemed every single man between the ages of 14 and 40 appeared at her side. Conversations. Jokes. Phone numbers, either requested or offered. The occasional hand on her hip ... or around her shoulder. Becky maneuvered the throng like a ballet dancer or gymnast ... which she was. A smile. A kind word. A polite declining of an offer, but it was simply bad timing ... not a lack of interest! A turn to wave to an old friend and the hand was gone from her hip. A pat on the chest before pirouetting to grab a quick glass of water. Yes, Becky Davis knew how to handle this. Shortly, Sandy Alexander, Ted Davis' personal assistant, approached Becky. He was clad in a finely tailored black suit, his salt-and-pepper hair perfectly groomed." Excuse me, Rebecca?" Sandy said quietly, smiling at a senator's son apologetically. "Your father needs you. Forgive us." Becky smiled and thanked the young man for his time, and telling him how nice it was to see him again before allowing Sandy to lead her off. It was a well-practiced routine that left the guest with a good impression. En route, Sandy would fill her in on the next visitor." Reiner and Irene Morgan stern, heads of Jorgensen International," Sandy said quietly. "European money. BIG European money ... and influence. They could bolster the Senator's international credentials. They have a son ... quite attractive ... named August. I think you might enjoy this one." As the Morgensterns were introduced to Senator Davis and his wife, Katherine, Becky smiled politely. The truth was, she would much rather be somewhere else than here. She would rather be outside, patrolling Washington, D.C. in her alter ego of Liberty Lass. But her father needed her, and she would always be there for him, as he was there for her all through her gymnastics career that ended just short of the Olympics. Now, it was her turn to give back to the parents she loved so much." How do you do?" Becky began, greeting the Morgensterns. "Thank you for coming." As Becky smiled and shook their hands, she glanced to the left and spotted one of the most handsome men she had ever seen: August Jorgensen. Taller than Becky, dark hair, well-groomed with an aristocratic style and air about him. He oozed centuries of breeding and culture. As he gave a slight smile and took her hand, Becky blinked. He was ... dashing! That was the word that came to mind. Charming ... dashing ... the kind of man over whom women swoon, if 21st century women were prone to such things. As August told Becky it was an honor to meet her, for the first time all evening, Becky stumbled." Uh ... it's a meet to honor you, too," she stumbled. Immediately catching herself, she blushed as he took her hand and tried again. "I apologize. It's an honor to meet you, as well. Thank you for coming. Here. Tonight. For this." Becky paused and gave an embarrassed grin. "Annexed ... now I'm rambling. Can I make it up to you with a drink?" Becky knew her job was to engage August while their parents discussed business. For the first time tonight ... and, truthfully, in a long while ... Becky hoped the Davies and Morgensterns hit it off and talked for quite a while. Perhaps all night? August waited for Becky to catch her own miss peach, not betraying even a hint he had noticed until after she had apologized, at which point he gave a brief laugh and bent forward to kiss her hand briefly, and not beyond the bounds of courtesy. His experience in the US had thus far demonstrated Americans generally responded well to a bit of pageantry, especially American women, who found it to be a part of his ‘old world charm’. They’d probably be surprised how seriously August took such matters in point-of-fact, but for the moment it certainly served to convince the object of his gaze that he thought nothing of her ‘rambling’.“I assure you there’s nothing to apologize for, but a drink sounds lovely.” August replied, releasing her hand and instead offering the Senator’s daughter his arm to be escorted towards the bar. The offer of his arm came with a brief bit of tease however: “Let me guess, a Shirley temple for yourself?” Yet his tone suggested that the beverage couldn’t be anything but her favorite. August glanced briefly towards his parents chief of security as they departed across the ballroom, the rather stern looking woman sensibly attired in a suit jacket and slacks acknowledging him in turn with a curt nod, hardly enough for anyone else present to take note of. She was after all, otherwise quite unassuming, the picture of understated efficiency, and faded in to the background in a way most of the more overt security for the Senator and others in attendance. His attention immediately returned to Becky, as he felt out where her apprehensions might lie and calculated how best to appease them in advance; her lingering attention on her father was written all over her, but he could guess from her appearance and position she was also used to putting up with a good deal of overbearing attention from men who perceived her eligibility as an open invitation. On that count he had one advantage to begin with, as he brushed at the silver pin on his lapel, shaped like a circlet which might have been a stylized corona or crown, and the aura of supreme self-assurance and effortless grace which surrounded him seemed to envelop Becky in an embrace of shared confidence. Up close, his dark eyes were revealed to be quite striking, gleaming with a radiance not glimpsed from afar, and one could not help but feel they completed his rather regal persona. It would have been easy to imagine him swaggering about full of haughty conceit, the counterpart to those other boys she had encountered full of bluster for the positions of prominence held by their parents. Yet here he was, his pride seeming to be the natural extension of his dashing demeanor and charm.“I trust our parents will have much to discuss.” August continued as they approached the bar, the handsome couple having no trouble in immediately receiving the attention of the bar tender there, “Your father’s chief aide should be pleased, my parents aren’t ones to leave anything unsaid, even if the conversation has its twists and turns. It can be overwhelming for some, particularly the more gauche politicians we’ve met, but your father seems like a most capable man; and besides, I’m sure your mother will be able to fill him in on anything that might be missed.” The final comment of course to note that his parents’ own partnership worked in exactly the same complementary fashion as her own, and a nod to the subtlety men sometimes missed in words left unsaid. Becky was in an unfamiliar position, she realized. With virtually every conversation, she was the one in control and the other person was stuttering and stammering. She had never been nervous or felt ... inadequate? ... before. But this aristocrat seemed to be smoother than James Bond ... and just as handsome! The throng of people seemed to part as they headed to the bar. All eyes were on the two of them ... they were like royalty in this setting. Becky didn't order a Shirley Temple, but instead asked for mineral water. Becky felt lucky to be with August ... like she was a better person for being in his presence. And as August talked, Becky was impressed more with his mind and intellect than his good looks -- not that she ignored those. With his comment about her mother, Becky smiled demurely." Mister Jorgensen, I think that is one of the most astute observations about my family's dynamics anyone has made," she responded. Leaning forward, her hair brushing his hand as she did, she whispered, "I don't know if it's like this in your home, but if my mother tells Daddy she doesn't trust someone ... they're out. Daddy says, 'Katherine is one of the best judges of character I've ever met. If she doesn't think someone is trustworthy, why take the chance? There are always other people who can help.' "Becky sat up and smiled, looking at him in his dark eyes, her green eyes sparkling. "I'd like to think I've inherited that trait from mother, as well. Of course, everyone thinks they have a good judge of character and are dazzling conversationalists, but not everyone can be so ... I suppose time and experience will tell." Becky realized she was rambling again. Darn it! What had gotten into her?" So what do you do, Mr. Jorgensen? Part of the family business, I presume?" Becky asked, trying to get the conversation back on track. Becky had learned long ago that the art of good conversation was asking the guest to talk about him/herself. That always left them feeling good since everyone's favorite topic is themselves. But Becky suspected, as soon as she asked, August Jorgensen would be different. While Becky was clearly feeling the full effect of August’s charms, both natural and augmented, he was studying her carefully, trying to gauge just what about this girl had caught his interest. She was attractive, not just physically, but in the style and grace with which she conducted and carried herself; something approaching true beauty in nothing as crass as a checklist. Beauty, to August, was art, and art required some element of mystery. Something about Rebecca Davis conveyed that artful mystique, but he couldn’t yet place it. Certainly, she looked the part of the dutiful politician’s daughter, that blend of poised socialite and girl-next-door that Americans seemed to idolize, but there were lots of other girls who conveyed exactly that in one way or another which August could tease out in moments, either from careful examination, or shared conversation. That was not the case here, as Becky’s demure manners conveyed and innocence August could scarcely believe was genuine. Yet, his skepticism was what convinced him all the more she was as honest and pure as she appeared, otherwise he would be able to discern exactly what insecurities or forbidden desires such a facade was usually meant to conceal. In Becky’s case though, he may have just found someone as close to pure-of-heart as a morepracticalsoul like his could imagine. ‘If only I had a grail to test her with.’ he mused, as he took his own drink, a gin martini, with a dash of the olive brine mixed in to make it ‘dirty’.“I find that time itself is the best judge of character, and the experience which comes with it.” He replied, picking up where she trailed off and raising his glass to hers for a cheer, “Though I must admit, many women seem to have a sense of insight and perspective all their own; and more importantly, your father’s trust of that judgement in the woman he loves, is that much more telling of his own character.” August said the words, but it was a hopelessly romantic sentiment to his mind; not that he didn’t see the appeal, or share it with others, just that his own feelings on the matter didn’t allow for such ideals to take precedence over the needs of the world. He never troubled himself over whether his own parents were, or ever, had been in love, but he knew they trusted one another implicitly after years spent together, and that if they did not work so seamlessly together, other arrangements would have been made. Nor did he doubt that they would be able to give only the most charming and trustworthy impression on the Davis’, it was, after all, a key element of business.“I consult, in between my more academic pursuits.” He said, the most succinct answer to Becky’s question, “Technically I hold an executive position within Jorgensen Multinational’s highest echelon, serve as one of the directors of the board, but none of that means much in the way of actual influence.” This was all very true, in that August’s real power came from the near limitless freedom it allowed him to intervene wherever and whenever and with whichever of the company’s subsidiaries he so desired; there was no need for codified internal bi-laws with August, as the family name and his own masterful force of personality were all that was necessary thus far in his dealings. He left out of course that he was also the majority shareholder; it was all in-family anyway.“In the meantime, I’m working on a masters in anthropology and another in economics. I’m taking a break from my doctoral studies for the moment; in history, not medicine. One has to have some time for leisure after all.” August’s rather extensive schooling had been the benefit of private tutorship, and he attributed to himself no great genius for academics, simply the opportunity to pursue education without other distractions, and thus had completed primary education by 15, entering into the study of his family’s ‘business’ since he was old enough to talk. “And you may call me August, please. Are you in studies or training yourself, Ms. Davis? You’re not only well-spoken but carry yourself with an athlete’s grace, if I may say so.” Becky blushed at his compliments. Some boys -- for they were definitely boys compared to August, who had the grace of a real man -- flattered her with comments about her eyes or her hair. "I'm a sucker for redheads," was by FAR the most common comment Becky heard. A friend once told her someone saying that really meant, "I'd love to get laid by a redhead," so Becky always giggled thinking of that when someone said it. No, August seemed to see ... deeper. It was like they were connecting on a spiritual level, although Becky knew such things were silly." Thank you, August," she said. "And, please, call me Becky. My real name is Rebecca, but everyone calls me Becky." Why had she told him that? She thought. Who cares?" I'm a freshman at Georgetown here in D.C." she continued without missing a beat. "A large portion of my time was spent on gymnastics. I was a finalist for the Olympic team. Had I concentrated on one field -- my coaches wanted me to focus on the balance beam -- I could have made the squad." Becky smiled slightly, thinking that if she had used her superpowers, she likely would have been the star of the team. But she had to hold back to be fair ... and it cost her. "I guess I'm too stubborn, though," she continued. "I wanted to compete in the all-around and finished third." She shrugged, brushing off the disappointment which, to her credit, did not seem to define her. "So now I compete for Georgetown while majoring in political science and communications. Pretty basic level stuff for now, but you have to start somewhere." Becky realized she had fallen into her own trap ... she was talking too much about herself. But her mind was blank ... August was having this effect on her for some reason. She looked at his smile and felt her heart flutter." Soooo ... is there a Mrs. Jorgensen? Or someone you're involved with back home?" Becky asked. She immediately regretted it. She should have held up a sign saying, "I'm desperate for you to ask me out." Boys asked her that all the time and the answer was always the same: "No ... I don't have time to date. School, gymnastics and my father's campaign keep me plenty busy." But August was so ... different. She felt drawn to him for some reason. He was so confident and self-assured ... so comfortable in his own skin. It was ... charming. Yes! That was the word. He was charming. And charming her, too, she thought. August’s gaze as Becky detailed her exploits in gymnastics and tenure at Georgetown conveyed nothing but deepest admiration, and he raised his glass towards her in acknowledgement of such accomplishments. “You must have trained very hard to develop such acrobatic talents.” August’s compliments seemed like honeyed confections compared to the awkward comments and half-crafted Commons she usually had to endure, and he continued without pause, “With such an academic focus you must have intentions of public service as well, I imagine, Becky.” The way he said her name seemed to be the final touch, and her question regarding a Paramore of his own only elicited a brief laugh as he took another sip of his drink.“My parents have offered to make any number of arrangements, and were only partially joking when they said we have a standing offer to marry into the Hapsburg line; apparently that’s several centuries old, but the language of the agreement is still sound.” August took a moment to smile teasingly, and indicated they could move away from the bar, towards the floor. “I am, however, unattached and have been for the better part of the last two years. There’s not a lot of time for dating amidst all the responsibilities of being in a family like either of ours, as I’m sure you’ve experienced.” Becky was more or less exactly in the position August had suspected, and now moving towards the one he wanted, though he had yet to decide what he wanted out of this particular evening. Becky was quite beautiful, but so innocent, he had to imagine it would be much more satisfying to build towards something more. . . Sordid, then a casual fling, even if she could be coaxed in to one over the course of the evening. Just across the plaza, a team of black clad individuals, arrayed with a variety of tactical gear, were busying themselves breaking in the presently unoccupied suite of a certain financial manager, currently at the same party as August and Becky. Their target was his laptop computer and the secure uplink it had to his hedge-funds server, containing a wealth of knowledge to the right broker of corporate espionage. Their dispatch of the private security team guarding it however, had not gone as well as they thought, and only a few yards away, the hedge fund manager was even now being alerted to the breach, but wanting to keep it quiet, had not yet called the police. He did look agitated though, and it did not escape the notice of August’s observant eyes, and so with a subtle gesture, he summoned his family’s chief of security, who joined Becky and August at the next pause in their conversation. Becky was enthralled by the charm of August and her green eyes danced as he spoke. She wondered what it was that enticed her so. His accent was the kind that many American girls would find enchanting, but Becky was more sophisticated than that. Unquestionably, he was handsome. But Becky had been around many handsome men before. No, it was more than that. It was his confidence. He wore it as easily as most men wear socks. It came naturally and oozed from him. And that made himsoooooattractive. Even sexy. She nearly missed his signal to a woman, who approached the table. She leaned in and whispered something to August. Becky politely turned her head, but could overhear whispered words "break-in" and "Wilson Center." She knew the Wilson Center was just across the plaza and several offices involved with National Security were located there." August," Becky said as she stood, "I apologize, but I have taken up enough of your time. Forgive me, though I would love to show you some of the sights of Washington, D.C., if you'd be interested." She pulled a small business card from her purse and wrote something on the back. "As embarrassing as it may be, I actually have an agent to manage public appearances. She's not as haughty and difficult as that makes it sound. Please feel free to contact her to set something up, and I'll show you our lovely city! Otherwise, thank you for a pleasant conversation! Good night!" Becky's exit may have been abrupt, but she knew two things. The first was if there was a break-in at the Wilson Center, Liberty Lass needed to get there as soon as possible. The redhead told her father's assistant she was tired and heading home on her own ... he didn't need to worry about her -- everything was OK -- but to have fun! She then headed to the basement where her car was parked. Quickly ducking into a stairwell with no camera, she donned the patriotic garb of Liberty Lass, hid her dress in a bag in the bushes, and dashed towards the incident at full speed. The second thing Becky knew was she had written "Or you can call me on my cell" and left August her private cell phone number ... something he could have sold to dozens of men for more than a thousand dollars, if he wished. Becky didn't give her digits to just anyone, but there was something about this man ... she wanted to know more. August didn’t quite hear at first as Becky began her fare well and retreat, having been enjoying the effect his enchanting aura was having on her and been about to ask her for a dance, when he suddenly realized she was on her feet, and handing him a card. He was stunned, it was the first moment he’d looked anything close to less than perfectly composed the whole evening (or the weeks preceding), but he accepted the card, and managed a demure smile, and lift of his glass as she departed, before he found himself taking a long, slow sip while he followed her movements about the room and subtly exiting the event entirely. For a split second, he considered requesting that his chief of security place a tale on Ms. Davis, but dismissed the notion almost as quickly. He was willing to take it on himself that perhaps he had overplayed his abilities, having found in the past that some individuals, men and women alike, overly susceptible to such charms, could become addled to the point of insensibility over prolonged exposure to the object of obsession, and it was possible Becky had left in order to subconsciously avoid just such a fate. Still, it was a matter worth dwelling on at length as he beckoned the security chief close once more, “Keep me apprised of any developments, Ms. Steele. This information is critical to our next stage of acquisitions, so you should be prepared to intervene if our ‘assets’ prove less than reliable.”“Of course, Mr. Jorgensen.” replied the woman, without any hint of emotion or that she was herself in any way affected by his magnetic force of personality. She then quickly strode from the room, unnoticed by most as she exited through the lobby to an unmarked van on the next block. August meanwhile, had pawned off his drink on some floozy of a girl suffering under delusions of his affection in the wake of Becky’s quick exit, and was even now, subtly retrieving an ear-piece from his jacket pocket so he could stay informed of the situation via a secure uplink. Things were not going well across the plaza at all. The private security force had begun to exchange gun fire with the team of black clad perpetrators, and while the five men were easily outgunned by the would-be corporate criminals armed with silenced submachine guns, they still presented a significant obstacle between their target: the secure servers at the end of the corridor. The four black-clad robbers were bickering amongst themselves while firing off short bursts of fire down the hall, and one of the security personnel had already been winged by the sheer mass of automatic fire directed their way. There was no coherent plan in place for either to make a move however, and as long as the police remained out of it, there seemed to be a standoff, until one side or the other fell under the withering hails of bullets which left pockmarks in the sheetrock hallway. (now in the guise of Liberty Lass, quickly raced to the Wilson Center. Moving at close to 40 mph, it didn't take her long to get to the action. And it was certainly not what the heroine expected. A van was parked with two men, holding weapons, standing outside. They were clearly waiting for ... something ... as they kept checking their watches." They should BE HERE by now!" one said, clearly frustrated. Neither had spotted the redhead. Picking up a waste bin, she hurled it over their heads, landing a good 20 feet away. Predictably, both men spun, guns drawn. This was all the opening Liberty Lass needed. Racing across the empty space towards the van, she clubbed one man in the back, dropping him hard to the ground. In one fluid motion, she performed a perfect somersault, spun and punched the other man in the stomach, then the jaw, knocking him out. Before the first man could even move, she ripped the gun from his hands and tossed it away. Sitting on his chest, she put a hand under his chin, holding his pained face in place." Good evening" she began, her cheery disposition contrasting with the seriousness of the events, "care to tell me who you're waiting for? And why?" The guards for the getaway vehicle spun too slow to keep up with the star-spangled heroine now already amongst them, and as the first went down the second barely had time to register the speed and grace with which she moved before her fist was colliding with his jaw, rendering the man unconscious in an instant. The second now felt that same strength as he peered up at her, dazed and unsure of what exactly might have gone so wrong. Did she have something to do with what's going on upstairs? He wasn't about to risk though, "Don't hurt me! It was a supposed to be a simple job! Smash and grab, some secure server on the forty-first floor!" As the goon spilled his guts, another figure observed from across the darkened plaza, inconspicuous in the shadows, she might easily have passed for a civilian from the party just taking a bit of fresh air. Even if Liberty Lass were to notice her, it was unlikely to recognize the remarkably unremarkable head of the Jorgensen family's security detail, Ms. Steele. A quick glance was all the understated security chief needed to appraise the situation however, as Liberty Lass stuck out against the black van and backdrop of the night sky like a sore thumb, and she had her own dealings with "caped crusaders." A furrow in her brow was the only indication the dark haired woman gave of her discontent as she relayed to Mr. Jorgensen the new development over her subvocal microphone.' Sir, there appears to be some local color disrupting the operation. Permission to engage and sanction?' Back at the party, August made a quiet exit from the naive and bubbly socialite who had taken Becky's leaving as her turn in the queue to vie for his affections. Making his way to one of the more deserted hallways of the center, he moved to brush the pin at his lapel and rolled his shoulders, considering. 'We are not prepared for a sortie with an unknown opponent.' He replied demurely, taking a deep breath, 'The exit strategy?' He inquired.' Compromised.' Was the only reply Ms. Steel gave.' In that case we shall have to make alternative arrangements.' Moving towards the side exit of the building, August straightened his suit jacket and tie, and slowly, almost imperceptibly, the garments seemed to meld into a different set of attire entirely.' Acknowledged.' Ms. Steele replied, casting a final glance in Liberty Lass' direction before whisking off. On the way, she cast off her own suit jacket and heels, and accelerating to a sprint apparently undeterred by her remaining attire. Liberty Lass handcuffed the talkative guard to a parking meter then dashed into the Wilson Building, unaware of being watched. Taking the steps two at a time at close to 20 miles per hour, the red-headed heroine quickly reached the 15th floor where the shooting was taking place. Softly, Liberty Lass opened the stairwell door, trying to gauge the situation. The four hopeful robbers were against two walls with the hallway into which they were firing between them. "Man, are they armed to the teeth!" she thought. "I better end this fast!" The heroine opened the door and quietly stepped through. She was in a shadow, and the gunfire was so loud, it was easy to slip in. Within two steps, she was moving almost 20 mph again. Just as the first guard spotted her, Liberty Lass went airborne, nailing one guard with a spinning kick to the head while grabbing the next one and banging his head hard into a corner. The two guards on the other end of the open hallway space had recovered and turned their guns on the heroine. But she was too quick. Liberty Lass cartwheeled to the right, just ahead of their bullets. Timing her handspring perfectly, she pushed off the opposite wall and, like a linebacker, launched herself into the two men. Her blow wasn't enough to knock them out, but it did surprise them. However, the maneuver also put the small heroine at a disadvantage as she was on the ground with them. A hard left to the sternum put one man down, but the second man wrapped his arm around the smaller girl. He was a strong one, 6-foot-7 and 275 pounds of chemically enhanced muscle. With the heroine's arms at her side and no leverage to use, Liberty Lass appeared to be in trouble. He stood in the middle of the hall, holding her a good six inches off the ground. A trained fighter, he wanted to make sure not to let her get her legs on anything that could give her leverage. Squeezing her, his hot breath on her neck, he whispered, "I'm going to fuck you, then cut you and watch you bleed. Then I'm going to piss on your--"The vile thug never got to finish his sentence. One of the security guards, seeing the situation, recognized the men weren't paying attention to them. So he darted forward and brained the man in the head with the butt of his pistol as hard as he could. The villain's arms immediately went limp, and he released the heroine, who dropped to the floor with him. Liberty Lass, though, quickly got to her feet, her cheeks a little red." Well, that was a little embarrassing," she said, a chuckle in her voice. "Thank you, though!" The guard, a black man in his mid-40's, shook his head. "No, Liberty Lass. Thankyoufor showing up when you did. We were almost out of ammo and, from the look of it, these boys had more than enough." The heroine surveyed the scene. Thiswasan awful lot of firepower for a robbery." What were they trying to get? Do you know?" she asked." Not sure," he answered as some of his comrades began emerging. "All that's back there are some offices and rooms with computer servers. Don't think any of it isthatimportant."" Has anyone called the police yet?"" Phones are down," another security guard replied. "We think that's one of the first things they did. We're not allowed to carry cell phones due to the confidential nature of some of the things in this building. So ... we were kind of trapped. Until you came along. Thanks!" The heroine smiled. She figured she could have gotten out of the man's hold. It just would have taken a bit. Maybe. The red head pulled out some zip ties and handed them to the men." Secure these guys for the police," she instructed, also pulling out a cell phone. "I'll make the call." As Liberty Lass took down the hired thugs in short order, the largest amongst them, who had started the shoot out prematurely in his chemically fueled rage, was close to making good on his threats against the heroine before the guards got a hold of the situation and battered him into unconsciousness. The presence of the star-spangled maiden was reassuring in and of itself and as they were filled with gratitude and relief as they began to zip tie the thugs in short order. As Liberty Lass offered to make the call to the police however, that growing sense of security was shattered along with the exterior wall on the far side of the hallway. The tile and glass shattered inward in a makeshift spray of shrapnel, peppering the guards and red-haired heroine with dust and debris, and was accompanied by a wall of air pressure, though no explosion. Just visible through the new hole in the side of the building, were two figures, apparently suspended in midair without the use of a helicopter or rappelling lines of any sort. The taller of the two was even now leaping into the hallway with inhuman speed, headed directly for the two nearest bewildered guards, and with a flash of steel, felled them both with comparable speed, and a good deal more prejudice than Liberty Lass had the thugs. The second figure entered more slowly, apparently using a set of stairs which extended down from whatever they had been standing on and made directly for the server mainframe. Both were attired quite differently from the thugs who had been shooting at the guards: the taller figure who was now advancing on Liberty Lass and the remaining guards was covered head to toe in gun-metal gray plating, almost resembling an armored knight but a good deal more sleek, and wearing a tactical vest and harness besides, slung with canisters and what looked ominously like high explosive grenades. The second offender, apparently after the data, was dressed in deep, gray-blue fatigues (nighttime urban camo to the eyes of the guards with military experience), and also wearing body armor, along with a tactical mask and visor which concealed any hint of his features. While the advancing, steel-clad figure advanced, there was an almost mechanical quality to their movements, though a sufficient amount of dexterity and alacrity as well to suggest an experienced fighter. The guards recovered themselves enough to take up firing positions beside Liberty Lass, opening up against the advancing menace, but this did nothing to deter their advance, not even bothering to seek cover. Behind, the second figure raised a hand in the direction of the gunfire, not bothering to look up, and a from the floor and ceiling directly in front of him, a new wall began to put itself together, piece by piece, shielding him from view and any stray bullets. The appearance of these two could not have been coincidence, but they cleared displayed a sophistication which the thugs had lacked, and what’s more, superhuman abilities! Perhaps not akin or on par with Becky’s own, but nonetheless, they were clearly enhanced and one of them was still advancing, apparently with full violent intent against her! The redheaded heroine stared in amazement at the attackers as they started their assault. What in the world could they be after that demanded this much firepower?!?" Hold it right there, Tin Man!" she shouted at the advancing figure. Becky had to take care of this one first to stop the second one, who was obviously fulfilling the overall mission. Liberty Lass took three running steps and jumped towards a wall. This was just the first move in a choreographed set of moves to distract the foe. In close quarters, Becky and her gymnast abilities were at a disadvantage, so she wanted to do what she could to confuse the opponent. The heroine deduced she wouldn't need to hold back much, so a good old-fashioned hard punch to the body or head would probably do the trick. Liberty Lass bounced off the wall, turned a one-handed hand spring to bounce off the next wall. She tucked into a ball, somersaulting off the ceiling, then used her legs to push off and propel herself at the foe, both hands extended. WHAM!!! The metallic foe was fast, backhanding the heroine to the ground, sending her skidding back from whence she came. The blow didn't cause a lot of damage physically, but it certainly stung her pride. Liberty Lass quickly got to her feet. She would have to rethink this ... and fast. The second figure had almost completed the wall and was out of sight. Becky again ran towards the figure. This time there was no trickery ... just a physical approach. The attacker swung with a fast right hand, which Becky ducked. She countered with a right of her own to the chest, which caused the foe to stagger. The guards, realizing they were useless to help, cheered. The two opponents continued fighting, each seeming to get the upper hand for a moment, before the other connected. The biggest difference was time was on the villain's side ... and, despite being in world-class physical condition, Becky was beginning to tire. She had to try something desperate. While Liberty Lass continued to sortie against her armored foe, it became clear this was merely a stalling tactic. From behind the newly formed cover, one could just make out the opposite figure, almost casually going about retrieving whatever data it was the thugs had been sent to steal in the first place. Attempts to discern more about him and his goal though were met with renewed flurries of blows from his enforcer, the metallic villain who, as Becky began to tire from her exertions, only poured on greater pressure, utilizing any distraction on her part to attempt to land a crushing or crippling blow with those armored gauntlets. Becky might well have fallen to one too, given her efforts thus far and the punishing power behind each blow, but her own opportunity for a counter-attack presented itself before her opponent had a chance to finish the fight. One of the stunned thugs who Becky had downed had recovered enough consciousness to turn over, and seeing the fight between the super heroine and villain, brought himself close enough to what he interpreted as 'back-up' to stagger towards them both. "Got to. . . Get out. . ." He said, stumbling almost into the Metallica foe as he struggled to get by. Originally paying no attention to the cronies, the interruption gave the villain a momentary pause, barely an instant, but enough for Liberty Lass to make good on a counter-attack. Behind the pseudo wall meanwhile, the second figure had completed their work and was peering cautiously around to the side. Seeing the potential uncertainty of how the fight might yet continue, he decided it was time to make a distraction of their own and make good their escape. With the flash drive secure in his pocket, they had need of nothing else, and with a sweep of his hand, the wall which had covered his action now reshaped itself to move forward then spread itself low, creating a field of ankle-high blocks clearly meant to impede progress of those less acrobatic than either Liberty Lass or his compatriot.

Liberty and the Pursuit Thereof [ChaosLord29 & Liberty Lass]|rating:4.0

Beauty and the Beast [AlexieD and Rotochron]

Maya and Grieg. Maya and Grieg, they were the last pair you'd think Roland would create but as the others were off on a raid someone had to stay back at HQ and organize the troops for the assault on Hyperion. But after hours trying to turn simple bandits into true Soldiers had worn the Siren out. But she was more bored than she was physically tired. Sometimes Pandora was the most exciting place you could be when the war was in its highest of throes. Other times it could be as quiet as a Tumbleweed convention. Maya laid back on the tattered plaid couch with her hands firmly clasped around the sides of a thick novel she had managed to pillage on her last trip to opportunity. It was labelled 'The Life and times of Handsome Jack'. It was all propaganda about how he was a strong hero figure but from what the true Pandora had told her and what info she had managed to squeeze out of Lilith on his rise to power Maya took it all with a grain of salt. She was using it as an attempt to get into her enemies' mindset like the great man by the name of Sun LSU had once said. If you know the enemy and know yourself, you need not fear the result of a hundred battles. If you know yourself but not the enemy, for every victory gained you will also suffer a defeat. If you know neither the enemy nor yourself, you will succumb in every battle. But there was one thing that was putting her off, and it was the constant feeling of being watched? She couldn't shake the feeling, and it was distracting her usually laser focus like mind. She had along her travels through Pandora met a fairly odd Psycho who she later learned called himself Grieg and since the day at the train station she hadn't been able to escape his gaze. Even if it was from across town or the other side of the HQ she could feel him watching her." You know it's rude to stare right?" She called out from behind her book in a sarcastic tone." Least you could do is not hide in the corners and just come sit down... I don't bite"She closed the book and set it down on her stomach and sighed. She had read the same paragraph 35 times. There was no way she was finishing this book today. Grieg wasn't exactly sure what was going on at the best of times. He knew pain though, pain and anger at the world that had made him what he was. Well. More anger at the people than at Pandora. Hyperion and all of their labs and needles and slag and who knew what else. Somewhere something was telling him he needed to move though. Yeah, that's me. She's getting creeped out you damn weirdo. Whatever it was an annoying buzzing that kept exerting its will on him and Grieg didn't like it. The shining lady that he'd met at the train station hadn't shot him though. Grieg could tell she liked him. But not that much. Not a lot anyway. So he stayed away and just watched as if he could figure out what it was about her that was so shiny and good in this world of shit and blood. Pandora wasn't a pretty place but Grieg couldn't imagine Maya anywhere else. The others had their own light, but only Lilith came anywhere close to as shiny as Maya's light and hers was different. Hers was warmth and heat where Maya's was cold and shone right through everything. You're still staring, idiot. Krieg shuffled out from behind the support post that hadn't hidden his towering bulk in the slightest and walked over closer to Maya, squatting down and resting his elbows on his knees. Okay so she'd shot at him, but she hadn't actually shot him. Fact was that he didn't know just what to do when there wasn't any danger. Sanctuary was a strange place of strange lights and stranger sounds. There was Claptrap who wasn't all that bad and maybe understood him? Mo xxi liked having him at the bar when there was trouble but most people just avoided him. Just as well really. You ain't going to hurt them bud. You know what'll happen." The world is made of meat and pigeons, but we're here, and we're not taking them on the hike," his one good eye glared out, burning with madness and fever even though that was his standard, "Souls scream for more, always more and always deeper!" it made perfect sense to Grieg after all and to make his point he slapped a fist into his open palm with a meaty impact. Afterward he grinned and laughed, not a deep belly laugh but a soft and rambling little giggle that was at odds with his muscle-bound form. As Grieg lumbered closer the Siren watched him gingerly squat close by and Maya tilted her head slightly jostling her long blue hair due to the movement. Grieg had been... Different to the other Psychos she had come across on Pandora, and boy had she come across a lot of them. Before she met the other vault hunters on that fateful day on the train she had to wade through seas of exploding psychos with dynamite and grenades clutched in their hands, Goliath's that would attempt to grapple her if she didn't shoot their helmets off and make a run for it before its eyes locked on her before going into a frenzy or the cultist ones that seemed to worship bodies tattooed with red eyes or Guns. Grieg hadn't rushed at her when they first met like most did with guns pulled or weapons out, he'd helped her and that stood out like Snags balls on a planet where someone would rape you for your socks or shoot you for kicks. As the massive Psycho spoke in his broken riddles and words that normally wouldn't go together, obviously it made sense to him but had the book savvy Siren scratching her head trying to figure out the code. It was fascinating having someone who was crazed like a Bandit but not be a bandit at the same time so close, it allowed studies on behavior to be carried out, Tennis had been the first to pipe up and ask if she could but was immediately shut down by Roland up on Grieg joining the fight after following her home after the altercation at the train station with the Lab Rats and Bandits. Maya sat up on her elbows watching his eye swivel in his head as he spoke of meat worlds and pigeons? It was terrible how his mind was decayed and broken, she didn't know if it was because of Pandora or if he had been experimented on by Hyperion or what. But she knew he wanted to help and that's all that mattered. When she heard the soft mad chuckle come from him, she still didn't flinch but mirrored his hidden smile, she had faith he was going to strip her flesh from her bones he would have done it by now." Huh... You don't happen to have a Bandit to English dictionary on you, Big guy?... Or do you come with some kind of manual?" She joked shoving her book under her body for safe keeping and giving Grieg her full attention now." I've always wondered... What you mean when you speak? Like is it just mad ramblings or is it some kind of code? Are you trying to communicate something to us? Warn us of something?" Her eyes sparkled with wonder at the thought a Genius lurked beneath the haze of madness that was Grieg. To be fair Grieg was a certain amount more crazed than most Bandits, but he stared at Maya for a long while as the woman spoke to him. His world was blood and fire and pain, alongside things he couldn't or didn't want to remember. Grieg absently scratched at one muscular, scarred arm as she spoke. Tell her she knows how to save you. Thank her for taking you in. Just say something and nothing about poop this time, huh? Grieg cleared his throat and settled back, only a little bit uncomfortable with how intently the woman was looking at him. "A luxurious day in fatalistic harmonious symphonies of blood and pain!" he spoke the words forcefully and nodded as if that all made sense, "I can feel my blood in their veins crying out for sweet noodles in the back of the sky whale!" Ugh. Not quite. Try something easier. Just give her a fist bump or something. He'd drifted slightly while listening to his Inner Voice, but he figured he could shut it up by listening. That usually worked. "Shut up shut up out of me out!" the psycho grabbed Maya's forearm and lifted it, firmly but not forcefully. He balled a fist and cocked his arm back, swinging slowly and carefully knocking his rough knuckles against the Siren's before letting her go and letting his breath out with a long whoosh." We should be tearing them up and slamming their brains into the wet earth while Pandora shrieks out around us for all of our sins!" he stood and grinned like he'd just shared a great secret, clapping his hands once and looking pretty amped up. He was getting restless. Peace wasn't peaceful for Grieg, the voices started up again when it was peaceful. Maya listened to the ramblings of a madman, If someone had told her ten years ago that she would have befriended a legitimate Psycho and be fighting off an egotistical jerk who planned to euthanize a planet to suit his own selfish and egotistical needs instead of developing it she would have laughed, laughed hard and bitterly at the statement. But here she was now, listening to the incomprehensible mutterings and trying to see if there was a code to it which would allow for communication beside wild hand gestures and 'Yes' and 'No' questions. As she continued to work on trying to figure out what he was saying her arm was yanked out from under her by the hulking man and pulled into a fist bump. At first, she stumbled to the side as he had pulled out the main weight-bearing arm, but she laughed it off softly, wiggling her fingers to symbolize an explosion; as she had seen Axton and Sal do once after a victory over some Bandits. They had tried to fire a rocket at them but had been intercepted by the Sunseeker's own causing it to blow up in their face ending their pathetic lives in a mass of clustered explosions and screams that would have usually been reserved for a battlefield but was right at home on Pandora." Huh..." She said standing up after Grieg and stretching with a small grunt feeling her muscles and bones crack as the lounge wasn't the most supportive, Grieg seemed to be itching for a fight, much like herself, but they had been explicitly told to stay at the HQ and watch over the new kids that had volunteered to join the Crimson Raiders." Even I can understand what you want..." She said with a shifty look"I'm sure... We could just step out for a bit... do some... perimeter checks, Right meat-stick?" She said with a soft nudge of her elbow into his bulky arm." And technically the rest of Pandora is on the outer perimeter of Sanctuary, Right?" She rubbed her hands together as she peeked around the corner into the war-room where Jordi sat reclined in his chair, eyes closed as usual in a drunken stupor. Easy enough to sneak past." What say you, Ready to blow this meat-physical stand and shatter some bones and drink the tears of the orphans?" She propositioned in terms hopefully he would understand, raising her arms above her head. What the hell did she just? Oh man, you're rubbing off on her ya freakin'. Ugh. The Inner Voice that might have been who Grieg was before he was made into a bloodthirsty Psycho or who might have been a manifestation of his lingering sanity cringed. Maya didn't sound even close to someone who would bathe in blood and entrails like it was some sort of lawn sprinkler and yet there she was. Encouraging his psychotic self like he was some sort of bumbling dog or something. Krieg grinned behind his mask and nodded eagerly, "Pandora is all over the place, let's sculpt it red, red as a gaping gut wound with the frosting!" he fists pumped excitedly and wiggled his shoulders in a way that travelled the length of his entirely too jacked to be natural body. Those muscles had to be as chemical as they were from actual work but as Maya and the crew had seen before, they were gone muscle rather than show muscle, the kind of lean mass that could take things apart and rip through them easily. Krieg snatched up his buzz axe and slotted it into the magnetic patch on his harness, stretching a bit and eyeing Moroccan before he padded nearly silently to the door. He pushed it open and moved into the street, figuring that Maya would follow him. It didn't take Grieg long to fire up his Hyperion-tech class five HUD and tick through the panel labelled 'quests'. It was weird because other people could make quests, but then his own damaged brain did it sometimes too. He highlighted the 'Have a Good Day' quest, which had a simple marker that said 'Go with Maya' so he was doing that. He closed out and instructed his guns a few times while waiting for the Siren, grinning to himself. What would they be doing? He was as going to find things and kill them with her. But what things? Just ask her, man. He groaned and smacked himself upside the head, growling a little bit. Why wouldn't that voice go away? He wasn't doing anything! But if I wasn't here you would, wouldn't you? Grieg didn't have an answer for that so he ignored it. He probably wouldn't do anything wrong. "Pandora is all over the place, let's sculpt it red, red as a gaping gut wound with the frosting!" She took that as a Yes. When she watched him pat off past Jordi she tensed up wondering if he would wake the drunk up. But oddly enough he was quiet enough to sneak past him, and now it was her turn to do the same. She checked her load-out on her Echo unit and screwed up her brows when she noticed her favorite SMG was missing. A Malian special that she had picked up on the day she had met the Psycho. She must have left it in her bunk. Turning on the ball of her foot she moved to retrieve it from it's hiding place. From time to time she would have to hunt down her favorite weapons and always ended up at the door of Lilith who had 'Borrowed' it and not put it back. It always infuriated the Siren, but she knew with her being the pseudo leader of the Crimson raiders meant she couldn't get too upset for fear that she would with-hold any and all information she had found out herself about the Siren since being on Pandora. Upon return to the bunk she flicked open the footlocker with her boot and snatched up the white, orange and blue striped SMG and grinned smugly"Hello beautiful. Ready to go and start some Mayhem?" She said with a flick of her wrist, spinning the gun in the palm of her hand and attaching it to the base of her spine for ease of access. She also materialized a Malian Sniper labelled 'The Volcano'. It was one of the first guns she had picked up while out on a mission with Axton. She'd found it in a weapons cache, and it just begged for her to pick it up. She threw it over her shoulder knowing that she'd have to play the long game in some cases when working with the brawler. He was adept at up close and personal altercations, but it was probably best someone was off in the distance picking off the ones he missed or the ones that tried to sneak up on him. After what felt like an eternity probably for Grieg, but in reality it was actually just fifteen minutes. She came down the stairs and out into the main courtyard just outside the HQ." Ready to roll, Meat stick?" She said with a nod in his direction and a pearly white smile on her blue lips. Honestly for Grieg time was relative, and he didn't really like to think on it. There had been times when in the throes of passionate pain he'd thought a moment would last for a thousand besides and other times during the thrill of combat, skin blazing and wounds crisscrossing his scarred flesh that those moments were gone in a blink. Even waiting bored he found ways to occupy himself without even really trying, a subtle innocence to the killing machine that belied his bloodthirsty rage. When the Siren came out with her guns ready to go and everything all set she'd find him squatting down and absently picking through a small pile of assorted debris. He'd begun piling bits in what seemed to be a random and yet artistic manner but when she addressed him Grieg scattered them and stood to his full height. He grinned back at her smile, though his mask obscured much of his face, lifting his thick arms and balling meaty fists." Tenderize the meat! Make it soft to EAT! Hahaha!" he seemed in good spirits though and tromped over to Maya, fixing her with his good eye as he passed and then waving her along. It was weird that his quest marker just followed her but then Grieg saw lots of things that didn't really make sense. At least the voice in his head had shut up for now. It did that whenever he had a real focus. Krieg didn't know where Maya would want to go or what she'd want to do, but he figured she'd take the lead once they'd left Sanctuary. Part of him wanted a car, but that part of him also wanted to ramp it off things and see how far it could fly. Or maybe feel the crunch of bullying under the wheels. Something. He was still chuckling to himself, though at times it was more of an inane titter, but Grieg laughing, however creepy, wasn't ever really a bad thing. The scene she had come across with Grieg and the debris had her curiosity. Was he making something creative? Was he more than just a destructive demon who wanted nothing more than to strip the flesh and salt the wounds? It did seem like it to her at that point in time. But only time would tell if that side would ever come out and show itself to her ever again. The two had only just started to get to know one another after their first meeting at the train station and the small brief moments they had spent together in the HQ watching over the new recruits and running small errands for Lilith and Roland." Yeah. I am really down for... that"She said trying to not be distracted by the up-ended pile of debris and focus on what he was saying, but her natural curiosity was getting the better of her. She needed to get a better look at what he had been playing with; If only she had been paying attention she might have been able to stealth closer to see it in all of its glory, but now it was long gone. So she made sure to make a mental note to keep an eye on the Psycho and watch for further instances where he showed something other than rage and bloodshed." I guess we could either find something to do on the bounty board or we could head out into the Dust and practice working as a team, There's always bandits that need clearing out over that way, and I'm sure if Roland ever asked what we were up to we could always just say it was a team building exercise?" She said with a shrug turning on the ball of her foot and making a bee-line for the Catch-a-ride shelter on the edge of town where the resident mechanic was to grab a runner to make the trip across country." So, Bring any new weapons to try out? I just got this Volcano and I have been itching to test it out"She said reaching behind her and grabbing the sleep sniper off her back and inspecting it to make sure the safety was on and that she had ammo for it." Or are you stickin' with ol' faithful" She nodded at his buzz-axe that he seemed to tote with him everywhere. Grieg didn't seem to mind that Maya had come across him fiddling with the trash. He'd scattered it because he was done with it, not out of any desire to hide what he'd done. The psycho grinned and thumped one thick-fingered hand against his chest at her suggestion, grabbing his axe but not drawing it before he paused pensively. He growled and tilted his head before watching a brightly colored Tongue scatter gun district into his grip. He shook it and slapped the barrel once before miming a shot and then an explosion. "Boom! Badlands rerun!" He followed Maya like a puppy might have, though it didn't escape him how beautiful and graceful she was. Her fear of him seemed to have mostly evaporated, which was foolish in his Inner Voice's opinion, though Grieg mostly just thought that it'd make her an easy kill if it came to it. He smacked the side of his head at the Voice's outrage. Like he'd kill the pretty lady. She shined brighter than anything or anyone on Pandora, drawing him in like a moth. He also had a Malian submachine gun he was going to try out. It was fire based, he always liked to carry one or two fire elementals just in case. The buzz axe wasn't really a gun so he got away with carrying five weapons which made some sort of sense to him. As they approached the shelter Grieg bounded ahead and grabbed the console."GIVE ME A BEAUTIFUL MEAT WAGON, FLASH SCREEN! I WILL MAKE THE WORLD SING OUR SCREAMS!" he was shouting at it like it would listen, then got fed up and started poking buttons. He seemed like he knew what he wanted though, a small cruiser starting to form up, "The red one! Red like blood, red like fire, red like pain, shiny like the lady!" Wasn't all random but who could sort through all that? He was a fan of Malian and Tongue too? Maybe they would get along better than she had given herself credit for. She nodded in approval at his choice of guns. "There's one Tongue gun I have always wanted to get my hands on"She said as watched Grieg mess with the buttons Catch-a-ride station trying to get it to dispense a car for the two of them to use in their travels looking for adventure." There's talk of this gun called The Seeker, It's an Assault Rifle with an Explosive attribute"She said sighing softly thinking about the design she had once seen in a copy of 'Guns and Ammo' she had found in the bathroom once. Before she continued her story she peered over the man's meaty shoulder to see what was taking so long to district a car for them, Leaning in she flicked the screen back to the previous one he was on and selected a Bandit Technical for them painted in the 'True Turquoise' paint job." Anyway"She continued"I think you'd like it"She said climbing atop the bonnet of the Technical and jumping into the driver's seat and motioning for the Psycho to join her in the vehicle. There was more than enough room for him in the front back or if he even pleased in the gunner seat. She usually avoided it, After sitting in it after the Sunseeker the seat had always been somewhat sticky, and she'd rather not know what he'd been doing up there. It was bad enough the walls of the HQ were practically paper-thin and everyone could hear anything that happened behind 'closed doors' and the grunts that came from the Dwarfs corner were best left untouched. Maya pulled up a list of bounties she had been sitting on all week, She'd been waiting for a time when she was bored enough to do them. Just simple busy work really, fetch this gun that for some reason had been pulled a part of hidden in certain camps that had been taken over by bandits - Which had her wondering why the gun wasn't taken when the camp was vacated, but then that was asking a Pandora to use logic - But regardless there were enough missions to keep them busy for the rest of the day. With Grieg's help they might even get things done quicker than it would have been doing it on her own. She scrolled through the Echo listing still talking about the gun she had learned about recently"It's got this sweet ass feature"She said with a press of a button on one of the many fetch quests that riddled her mission lists and turned the key in the ignition of the Technical and looked left and right before she slammed her foot on the accelerator throwing the steering wheel to the left sending the technical flying out of the garage and down the dirt road throwing dust and gravel into the air with a screech." Where it homes in on enemies, You could be running full pelt firing your gun and those bullets would pop heads left right and center"She called out over the revving of the engine and squealing of the tires. For someone so small and petite looking she drove very much like the Psycho would have if he'd managed to get in the driver's seat. The suspension squeaked with every bump they went over, the cars of Pandora weren't the best, but they were good for what a person needed - Travelling to new areas or areas without a fast travel station. Her eyes locked on a chunk of land that was raised slightly and looked like a ramp and the Siren dug her teeth into her plush blue lips, She knew Grieg wouldn't mind if she just hit the jump, at least that is what she hoped." Strap in, Stretch. It's going to be a bumpy ride"She said changing gears and speeding up as the Technical hurtled towards the jump. As the rubber left the lip of the jump the Siren threw her hands up into the air and let out a squeal of delight as the Technical defied gravity for what felt like longer than it should have before landing with a thud and a squeak. Grieg was a fan of flashy exploded guns and nothing did that better than Malian and Tongue. Besides their elemental effects, blasting foes' limb from limb or melting them into sludge or worse, Grieg loved the chaotic shatters of paint on Tongue weapons and the electric neon-bright colors that Malian favored. Everything else was sort of boring, if effective. Grieg wanted to show off, put on a show and bathe in the meat chunks! He looked at the car with a bit of disappointment but chambered up onto the gunner's seat anyway. He didn't get why she'd picked that one, the red one was clearly better and faster and. Furthermore, he frowned to himself then shook off the pout, grinning as the car got moving, and the wind whipped at him. Even in the coldest parts of Pandora he never bothered with a shirt and if he felt the chill it didn't show. Maybe he was just so used to discomfort that it had become an essential part of life for him." Heh, no escape from the storm! Knock em down and knock them deeper and grind them to dusty bones and pasted organs!" he laughed in a manic manner, cackling longer than was strictly necessary. Was he making fun of her or was it just that funny to him? Hard to say really. When she hit the ramp Grieg pushed himself up and off the technical, clearing it and sailing through the air as well. When the car struck the dirt he hit a moment later, air whooshing out of him as he scrambled for purchase and caught back on. He hugged himself to the car and laughed as he got his wind back, sliding back into the gunner seat and snapping then cannon around to focus on a few of the wild creatures he'd seen. He wasn't a great shot with it but the technical had tons of ammo in reserve so he just cut loose and peppered the area with shells, whopping and hollering the whole time. Furthermore, he was clearly excited and keyed up, "Bleed hurt scream die for me! Run away and screech your pain to the sky and back because we're coming!" the creature was reduced to a shredded mess but still he pounded it with bullets as they passed. Glorious. The thud in the gunner seat was to be expected the Siren glanced up to make sure the meat man was okay and not hanging half out of the vehicle, The last thing she needed right now was Roland upset because she'd lost the killing machine to their raiding party. But when the sound of the turret gearing up to fire and the inevitable manic laughter her mind was put at rest. Her Grable eyes scanned the horizon for what he was aiming at, the last thing they needed was a Rakhine or some kind of Badass to come along and mess up the fun they were having. It was then she spotted the skittering snags that tried their best to avoid the unending deluge of bullets that peppered them and turned them into paste that screeched beneath her tires as she skidded the technical over what was left of their corpses. It was the most fun she'd had in a while with someone other than a midget she'd picked up in the Badlands. The two had travelled together till he had tried to sell her off for a blow job while she made her way through Pandora to the train station where they had all congregated at the beginning of their tale on Pandora. The midget had shown her the joys of the Gun manufacturer known as Tongue and their explosive capabilities. It had been the only good thing to come from that partnership once he'd found out about her skills and lineage he'd tried to use it against her. Her balled up fist rapped against the roof of the car"Hey, Stretch! Sounds like yer' havin' the' time'a your life"She chuckled over the Echo unit"Just over the horizon is the camp where we have t'get the pieces of this stupid sniper rifle, Seriously. Who takes a gun APART and hides it? Seriously. I would have just taken the firing pin, or you know the whole damn gun..." She stopped herself from talking again, unsure if she was just talking at thin air or if he actually understood what she was putting forward. She shook that thought lose as she pulled into range of the bandit camp and tugged her sniper out and scoped out the camp with the sights being sure to not give her position away, one wrong movement and a ray of light would flicker catching someone's attention and sending the camp into high alert." Okay, So... Three Goliath's... A handful of Psychos and marauders and .... huh, Would you look at that... Sixteen brutes... Wow, they really fortified this place"She said resting her hands on the steering wheel and tilting her head to the side." Eh, I've got a bulky psycho of my own, I'll be fine"She said to herself climbing out of the vehicle by pulling herself out the window and jumping to the dusty ground with a grunt." Lock and load, Stretch"She said preparing her sniper and making sure it was loaded and ready to go, tugging the reload pin and setting it on her shoulder. But things were quiet, a little too quiet? That worried her usually the Psycho would be muttering to himself or barking about wanting to get moving already. Her attentions turned to the gunner seat where he had been seated." Krieg? S-Stretch?" She clambered up on-top of the large vehicle and peered into the cockpit "Anyone home?" Grieg would have loved dearly to sit there and listen to Maya shout about the sniper rifle and the bandits and the psychos and whatever else was in her head. The woman had a voice like a choir of a billion shiny angels and Grieg didn't know quite how to express that without involving the Poop Train or the meat bicycle or any other stupid deranged thing that his brutish self would spew out. Maybe he'd been stuck in the guy's head for too long, maybe he was just looking for comfort anywhere he could find it. Maybe Maya's inner light just spoke to him, being essentially Grieg's own inner light. Though where she was a raging bonfire he was a guttering candle. By the time she came to check on him though Grieg was long gone. He'd abandoned the technical when it had stopped and had chambered up the side of one of the icy walls ringing the camp. Topside, he'd glared down at his prey and simply snatched his buzz axe from his back. He roared as he landed, splitting one unfortunate man from shoulder to groin, the spinning blade of his weapon tearing through flesh and bone with all the strength he could put behind it with gravity on his side. Krieg struck the ground stiff-legged and bounced to the next man, ripping off his lower jaw with a backhanded blow of his axe, roaring for the attention of the rest of the camp even as he sprinted up behind another bandit. This one he simply leaped upon, riding the man to the ground like some sort of surf board, crushing his face into the ice by slamming his foot repeatedly into the back of the man's head while shouting and hooting all the while. Oh yeah, he could do with more of this. The bullets started flying and Grieg flicked off his shield for a moment, taking the shots full in the torso and grinning as he coughed up blood, "MMH yeah! It hurts! It hurts! Feed me the pain, I'll drink the blood and chew the marrow til it's time for bed!" the shield came up again, vaporizing other bullets while Grieg reached to his back and hurled his axe at someone else while instructing a gun. Why wait when you could take the fight right to me? If she'd expected him to sit still and wait while she readied her things for the fun they were about to have she didn't know Grieg at all. It was like setting down a Snags dinner in front of it and telling it to say grace before ripping the meal to shreds and eating the scraps in a single bite. When the gunner seat was obviously empty the Siren let out a small sigh. She wasn't upset, she just should have known better than to leave the psycho unattended. Thankfully he'd attacked the correct camp, there wasn't another around for miles. Last thing they needed was two camps pissed and attacking. Maya didn't doubt Grieg could have taken them on but just in case she wanted to be sure the man didn't go down swinging his fists. Tugging her sniper up from the driver's seat she peered down the scope in the direction of the screams as they carried on the wind. Most of which was a primal scream from her psycho partner, but smaller death screams also echoed throughout the valley." Dang, Grieg leave some for me"She smirked casually lining up a headshot on a bandit that had kicked open a door to a hut making himself an easy target for any level sniper. She sucked in a deep breath and held it while she lined up the shot and pulled the trigger. A loud TH OOM echoed through the air and the bandits head exploded into chunks of brain, eyeball and skull."BOOM. HEADSHOT"She cackled down the echo link the two shared. It was then excitement crackled on the Sirens nerves. It had been a while since she'd been able to let loose and shoot bandits for fun with someone who wasn't barking orders at her like Axton would do whenever they went out on missions together. Her attentions were back down the Scope after her small celebration over her first headshot of the day. A groan and a screech pierced the air of the camp that unsettled the Siren. She'd heard it before and wasn't looking forward to what was about to come. A badass Nomad with a hefty shield that had several midgets strapped to strategic locations. Maya always felt bad for the midgets that had been captured and used as literal meat shields. Her scope traced over the shield looking for the chains that bound them to the slab of metal and let a few bullets fly cracking the chains but not breaking them entirely. The Siren let out a disgusted grunt. She wanted to keep sniping, using her new toy and all. But it was time to get into the thick of it. Holstering the sniper on her back the Siren grabbed her Malian SMG and leapt from the bonnet of the Technical and started off towards the camp." Can't let you have all the fun, Grieg. I've come to crash the party. I'll leave sniping to Z I'd rather be in the thick of it"She said pressing her finger against the ear pod of her echo device and chuckling as she leapt over the small fence that encapsulated the small camp. Grieg didn't seem to notice the Badass that had wandered out, content as he was to keep mashing dead bandits into paste on the ice. It was really a pretty effect he thought, the shocking red of their blood, the white flecks of shattered teeth and the grayish pink of brains scattered about. He could go on, but he wouldn't, or he'd be there all day admiring his handiwork while there were still people demanding his attention! Krieg felt more bullets slamming into his shield, not really an issue until the energy bubble simply shattered. He grunted as a few more bullets took him, grinning through the pain and grabbing a bandit by the shoulder, yanking him around and into the way of the rest. As the meat jerked he growled out a mumbled word or two before heading the corpse at its former comrades and diving for his axe. He liked it better than guns even if it was flashier to kill people in a spray of elemental death and explosive fury. He was feeling a bit poetic. Probably blood loss. Even as his wounds began to knit Grieg was throwing himself back into battle, shrieking a cry of fury as he went. Bandits scattered under his renewed assault, giving the Siren all the time in the world to pick her shots and make them count, even when she'd switched to her SMG. They were like dance partners, giving and taking and making these insolent bastards pay for every drop he spilled." Strip the flesh!" he couldn't help himself. It was one of the first things he'd ever said to Maya, and really they were having a good time right? She'd understand. By that he meant she wouldn't shoot him. Or if she did, she wouldn't shoot to kill. Well, even if she did that he'd respawn. Perk of being registered as a Vault Hunter, he'd been told. Not that it registered to Grieg as anything except that for know for whatever reason he was essentially immortal.Finally, he noticed the minion toting Badass and grinned, sheathing his axe in a bandit for safekeeping and throwing himself at the man even as bullets pounded his shield. Then his body. He landed on the shield and held on with a snarl, wrenching the Nomad around to expose his back to Maya while he cackled a wordless song of giblets. A normal woman would have been grossed out by the view Grieg was showing her, they probably wouldn't have lasted as long as Maya had on Pandora. The place was dirty, dangerous and overall a death trap. If you weren't careful you could either get yourself cut down by a clan of bandits or catch tent nus from most of the dilapidated metal structures left behind the multiple different companies that had tried to occupy the small planet for its resources and eventually the Vaults. They had held different things the Meridian would rather keep buried according to the stories Lilith used to tell her after what happened in the beginning with Atlas and the Vault and then eventually Hyperion and Dahl on Pandora's moon leading to the fighting the Vault Hunters were doing against Jack and his multi-million dollar company.' Strip the flesh'the words bought her out of her small pondering as she filled bandits with SMG bullets that attempted to accost her, the center ring of the Malian gun spinning and letting out an all to familiar sound from the first day they'd met. It had been the same one she'd been using when he saved her life from the Labral that had threatened her life. What he didn't know was she'd been pre-registered by Angel in the New-U station and that if it had gotten the jump on her, she would just re-form not 100ft from where they had been fighting. But it had been sweet enough that he'd tried his best to warn and save the woman without insinuating because she looked like a Vault Hunter she was indeed one. As Grieg landed on the shield with the shackled midgets the Badass Nomad tried it's best to shake the Psycho free but with the added bulk of the crazed Vault Hunter the attempts were futile.' What're you doin' retard... GE'roof my shield'the Nomad grunted as he attempted to shake him free again. While Grieg had the Nomad distracted Maya strained around the small broken down huts that acted as the Bandits homes. They made for good cover, and it seemed like it hadn't noticed her just yet as it was more focused on her lumbering friend. She would have to buy the man a drink after this as thanks for laying up such a great shot. Swapping out the SMG for a moment she pulled out her Volcano and stared down the sights. As the Nomad struggled moving back and forth with Grieg jumping up and down on the shield trying to get him to drop it Maya thought she'd help with that idea." Steady now..." She whispered to herself"Breathe in..."she chanted almost in a meditative state. Her finger hovered over the trigger and when the opening presented itself she pulled the lever that would put a stop to the Nomad's shield. A loud 'TH OOM' echoed throughout the camp as the fire-infused bullet hit its mark, the Nomads hand. As the searing bullet carved through the men glove and into the pillow flesh it instantly caught ablaze causing him to drop the shield and Grieg at the same time. He slapped his hand against the billowy jacket in an attempt to put out the blaze. But that was his first mistake. As soon as the flaming paw came into contact with the alcohol soaked Jacket it set itself ablaze." Well, THAT turned out better than expected"Maya said looking up from the scope with a cocky smirk on her blue lips. Sheathing the Sniper again and tugging out her SMG she moved in to finish the job alongside her battle partner, Filling the man with bullets as she ran. Grieg ripped his axe out of its bandit sheath with a snarl and grinned beneath his mask, baring his teeth in a vicious ictus that no one could see. The blood and fire had him excited beyond what anything else really could, but Grieg didn't really have the ability to actually vocalize his feelings. Instead, he spun away from a gush of some chump's vital fluids as Maya's SMG fountained them into an artful arc through Pandora air. He whipped the axe through another bandit's skull and into the chest of another, yanking I free in a shower of gore. Grieg panted hard, suddenly out of enemies but still full of energy. His wounds finished knitting together by virtue of his shield's mods, and he shivered with the sudden drop-off of adrenaline. Krieg absently kicked the downed Nomad like a sullen child would have kicked a rock, scuffing his huge boot on the scorched man, still smoldering in places. The sudden quiet in the camp bothered him, but there was no one else around to make more noise, so the big man let that go. The pair had done what they could to get that gun Maya was after, though they hadn't gotten the last piece just yet. Another whack of his boot into the Nomad's corpse, and then he rolled the man over entirely, noting a pouch on his belt. Grieg squatted and tore that free, peering into it with intense curiosity. A firing assembly! Krieg stood and turned to Maya, holding the device out to the siren, bouncing on his feet almost happily. And why shouldn't he be? They'd gotten what TJ u have a good night after, right? She watched as the Barbarian of a man pushed with great ease against the Nomad causing him to collapse back onto the dusty ground. Now that the threats had been neutralized it was time to start looking around the camp for the things they had come to get. The pieces of the gun that had been pulled apart and hidden to protect from such raiding parties. She had gotten the tip on the bounty board that there was an interesting gun hidden in the camp and if anyone could retrieve the pieces the owner would put it back together for the brave Vault Hunter or resident that managed to get everything back to them. She had started to grope at a few of the bloodied corpses as Grieg looked the Nomad over, but they didn't have much on them that wasn't a few dollars a naked playing card (Which she had promised Salvador she'd keep if she ever found anymore) and a fist full of bullets. So when Grieg presented her with the firing assembly her eyes lit up with excitement."Oh, dang... there it is maybe the camp hasn't been picked clean just yet... Aw, is. This is one of four pieces according to the tip I got"Maya said taking the part and slipping it into her own pouches that hung from the side of her pants." Just four more to go... But looks like we've got our work cut out for us searching all these bodies...damn and even then we don't know if they've picked it up or not"The Siren cussed under her breath as she moved between body to body finding more and more of the gun. Eventually the barrel was found hiding in the roof of one of the huts and the stock was found under one of the lumber piles in the far corner of the camp. But there was still the firing pin, the smallest and most annoying missing part." Firehawk, Dammit"Maya vocalized her frustration"Part of me wonders if we should have left one of them alive, then we would have known if all the parts were here or not or if they had re-hidden another piece of the gun"Her shoulders slumped softly at the thought that the firing pin could be anywhere right now. Here or in another campsite or even on the other side of the planet being used as a toothpick by a towering behemoth of a Goliath.

Beauty and the Beast [AlexieD and Rotochron]|rating:4.0

Blasted to Bits_ It's Raining Men! [IC]

IOC: Hm! What is it good for? Fun!" No, no, no! It was Tom who tried to kill the tank with an axe!" The new base in the fields was lively compared to the one in the city, maybe because of the relatively fresh air. The Commander had noticed that on the way to see the new platoon. This go round would be better than last, as now they didn't need to wander endlessly for weeks until they found what they were searching for, if anything in particular. Still, there were good memories in the city; except Commander and Fight master couldn't agree on who did what." I'm tellin' ya,"Commander retorted in his southern gentleman accent,"it was Dick who was swingin' that axe!"" You're full of shit!" Accused Fight master, who couldn't even remember the name of that medic blown to bits by an airship's cannon." Tom was the one you tied to a mortar shell and sent flying into a zeppelin! Dick was the crazy asshole whose sustenance was two bottles labeled 'rage' and 'bloodlust!'" Fightmaster gave a contemplating look,"Huh. Guess you're right. Dictating over when he came to tanking 101. Who wore the pursuit then?"" Fursuit, obviously.""Oh, right! That's how he got the nickname, when we found him running around his barrack in a flaming pursuit!"" And then remember when we infiltrated the purple base?"" That's right! I had Anne dress up in a red dress and enter the officer's quarters, and then the rest of us popped out and killed them all, one by one!"" I can still remember that song they sang!"" Amazing Grace! How sweet the sound!" The two laughed the whole way to the gate, reciting hilarious moments with the old platoon. Shame it was broken up after the heavy casualties to help keep them silent about... That. At the gate waited the two's new platoon; some four infantry squads, two tanker teams, and two sniper teams. Reviewing them was the general himself. Like the commander, no one knew the general's name except for Commander and Fight master. Not even the doc the general's name. Not even the general's aid knew the general's name. There was no need to, as there's only one general in the whole army." Mornin', General!" Commander greeted." Morning, you son of a bitch. What the hell am I looking at?"" That'd be our new platoon sir,"Fight master replied." This is your new platoon? Looks like a bunch of hobos to me. Did the recruiters pick these sum bitches off the bombed out streets too?"" Now, General,"Commander retorted,"No need to be so judgmental on their first day. Now run along and do whatever it is you stars-and-stripes usually do."" Hmph. Fine, I'll leave it to you. Rather be doing something useful anyway." And with that, General walked off." Now then," Commander turned back to the rookies,"With General Thunder out of our hair, let's introduce ourselves in an orderly fashion. I'm your commander. Charmed."" I am Lieutenant Max Fight master, TO, chaplain, cook, engineer, magician, PhD. Extraordinary. You!" He pointed to the first squad leader to the left,"You start us off. Name and squad dies!" When Lt. Fight master pointed at Trent, he stood straighter and gave a quick salute." Sir, my name is Trent Gale, and this is my squad" he said as he pointed to each of his members." Tony Due the Rifleman, Jack Fields the Engineer, Mia Seems the Medic, and Jeremy Stout the Pro Grenadier." Trent said at last waiting for Lt. Fight master to say the next thing. The sniper Myles Bennet Dyson and his "sane" spotter Nikolai who saluted. Myles saluted while he had his sniper rifle at his side as he spoke"My name is LT. Myles Bennet Dyson, sharpshooter, ninja, drunk, and a person who enjoys long walks on the beach." Then Nikolai spoke"Really LT? Are you really going to say that to the superior"Myles looked at him stupid"Yes I am going to say that, now please buy a good grunt and say your name and rank"Nikolai just saluted and did as Myles told him to"Corporal Nikolai Chef, spotter, scout, and babysitter for the sniper and the Shadows of Corsica"Myles just looked at him"That is what we call ourselves, can't we change it because none of us our from Corsica!" Nikolai responded"Sir, I think we should just keep it, you name the team that when you were drunk"Myles just facepalmed himself"Right, I forgot, well superior, it looks like we are the Shadows of Corsica." Alike looked to the rest of her squad and shrugged. "Dagger One reporting, sir. Honey Badger." "Widow." "Wolverine!" "Viper." "Fox." Alike saluted. "At your service, sir." The squad's uniforms had covered their faces well, and their voices from behind their gas masks. Unless one was told prior to the meeting, no one would know they were an all-female squad. Except, maybe the higher ups if they looked at their files. Wolverine's was a very colorful one out of all of them, that was for sure. Red Encampment, The Forest Dmitri flicked away the cigarette butt he had finished as the General and a Lewis walked over towards the cluster of new lads. With a low breath he exhaled the smoke, then closed the tiny non-regulation flap on his gas mask. You weren't supposed to take them off ever, truth be told, but Sarge liked his smokes almost as much as he liked not breathing poison. It was a tradeoff, but he'd survived every gas attack so far, so fuck if it didn't work. With a languid movement that betrayed pantherlike strength and poise, the Red tank sergeant stood up straight away from the pitted side of Slapdash, patting it affectionately. With a jerk of his thumb and a slap on the tank the sergeant motioned that his crew should go stand on review like all the other pukes fresh to the camp, and from various reclining or squatting postures around the vehicles armored shape more figures lounged into view. First came Molotov, his slightly hunched posture and quick steps, as well as his height, telling Dmitri who he was. The driver had somewhat furtive movements, not to mention a little tread mark on his helmet that the squad had put there to help them find him in the midst of all the faceless infantry books. He skulked over to the line of other Reds, then stood at something approximating attention. Behind him came a taller more fluid form; Tupolev always for some reason reminded his sergeant of some exotic wading bird, as his over-large goggles captured from a crashed Purple airship gave him a too-big eyed appearance. It was strange, but the gunner said it helped him pick out enemy vehicles and hiding infantry better, and with all the kill rings on Slapdash's barrel Dmitri wasn't inclined to argue.Finally, the other two crew members showed up from behind the large MBT; Mindset and Vladimir, cards still clutched in their gloved fingers. As the giant Grunt passed he cocked his head at his sergeant quizzically, but Dmitri merely shook his head. He didn't know anything more than they did. Today was supposed to be the day they got something to do with good ole Slapdash, and the entire crew was looking forward to some killing to break the monotony. Behind his men Sarge followed, then assumed a parade rest stance, his hands behind his back, and waited. Monroe wrote:Alike looked to the rest of her squad and shrugged. "Dagger One reporting, sir. Honey Badger." "Widow." "Wolverine!" "Viper." "Fox." Alike saluted. "At your service, sir." The squad's uniforms had covered their faces well, and their voices from behind their gas masks. Unless one was told prior to the meeting, no one would know they were an all-female squad. Except, maybe the higher ups if they looked at their files. Wolverine's was a very colorful one out of all of them, that was for sure. Fightmaster gave a flat expression. Vermin. Murderous vermin. Great. He could tell through the mask that Commander wasn't fond of "Widow," what with hating the damn things." Renaming time! In order: Squirrel, Daddy Long-Legs, Ferret-""That won't be necessary, Max,"Commander stopped him,"I'm not that bothered by such names." Fightmaster leaned towards Commander and whispered,"I'm not." Commander shrugged,"Call them what you want. They'll all be green to us."" Anyway," Fight master continued,"Squirrel, Daddy Long-Legs, Ferret, Lizzy, and... Rat. Much better, ain't it Commander?"" They're still the more vicious animals in my dictionary."" Your dictionary's out of date."" It's a dictionary. They ain't ever out of date."" I bet you still spell 'theater' with the e and r switched around."" I bet you spell 'dictionary' D-i-k-s-h-u-n-a-r-e-e."" I bet you spell 'asshole' C-O!"" I bet you spell 'loser' J-a-c-k!"" I do!" Alike shrugged the renames off. It would be very hard for them to stick new nicknames to them, as the squad itself would never use those when addressing each other. It was all about getting away with the little things. That, and it was the squad's tradition since it was formed to get tattoos of their corresponding animals somewhere on their body, however small or large and in any place they saw fit. It was part of what separated them from the generic, faceless pricks that were the bulk of the army. Red Encampment, Somewhere in a Forest Dmitri shrugged as his new superiors argued over English semantics, and figured now would be a good time to make sure they didn't count his command AWOL. He stepped forward a pace and struck a neat salute-not perfect, but good enough for a veteran-then spoke, his eyes straight ahead." Tank Sergeant Dmitri Washed and the crew of the Slapdash reporting in, sir." His voice was flat and neutral, but directed at the lieutenant named Fight master. He hadn't blinked at the man's ridiculous proclamations; those were par for the course in this army. "Grinning Grim's reporting for duty, SIR." O'Neill yelled the final word as he snapped to attention from his previously lazy slouch to a sharp salute." Sergeant O'Neill Griffin reporting for service and Private. Private?" O'Neill inquired as he suddenly realized that his incompetent inferior was nowhere to be seen. Fuming at the sight of his pathetic spotter gone missing again, at the expense of his reputation, the furious Sergeant stormed into the barracks, fetching his cowardly spotter. Hoisting the man by the collar of his uniform, O'Neill then literally kicked the man into gear, shoving his left boot into the man's ass-cheek and thus causing him to snap into a proper standing position."SERGEANT ALL GRIFFIN AND PRIVATE R. DUNFORD REPORTING FOR DUTY, SIR!" Ozzall's arm snapped into a salute with such vigor that one could almost hear the microbes in the air screaming as they were splattered by a supersonic arm, which was soon cracked on the back of the Private's neck for his lack of patriotic display. Dunford winced at the blow and scowled as the Sergeant before he meekly saluted. It was obvious that this was a common exercise. While the rest of Dagger One stood at attention, Alike looked around at the other squads. They were a Motel bunch, all right. Each one as rag-tag as the last. Even her own squad wasn't without a misfit. Wolverine, or Role, was a perfect Ryanair soldier. She had bloodlust like her animal on a bad day, hence her given nickname and call sign. Out of battle, she was rather sweet. She had even discussed how to properly execute someone, and how to do it painfully slow, all with a smile like she was listening to a beautiful song. With such an individual, Alike was confident that she could have them out of almost any situation in one piece. Each squad member was as valuable as the last. Maybe not to anyone else, but they were to her. "So our last squad leader lost his trigger finger in a bet."" Wow, really?"" Yes sir."" What was the bet?"" Whether he would cut off his trigger finger or not." Hotel2Tangowas one the Red's engineering teams, in charge of levelling mountains and buildings roads through the rubble. When Lieutenant Jenny was assigned the position of leading this squad, he thought he was in for an easy tour. Stay behind the frontline-- far away from the city-- and spend his days overseeing the construction of pretty little bridges and bunkers. Only after signing all the prerequisite papers did they let him know he'd be serving as a combat sapper, laying minefields and disabling vehicles while very real bullets buzzed over his head. "Well, at least it earned him a way out of here." Jenny said to his right-hand man, Corporal Singh, unfailingly polite, and with more battlefield experience than the rest of his team combined." Actually sir... his hand got infected before we could get him out."" Oh." Jenny said." He died."" Oh." With that delightful news in mind, the officer took a deep breath in and kept himself as stiff as a board. Trying to present himself as the most prim and proper soldier in the entire camp. They were a sapper squad, Jenny reminded himself, let the other, less classy, fools get themselves killed. His team would be smart, or if they couldn't be smart they'd be pragmatic. (Boos)"Look, I told you we were supposed to take a right at the pile of smoldering ash." A dry voice sounded from outside the war room, the sound of footfalls coming with it." Hades, there are millions of piles of smoldering ash. How on Din's red earth do you expect us to know which one you were referring to?" Another voice, with a strong Eastern accent and a bit too much stress, answered tiredly, the footfalls growing closer every second."" Quiet you two!" Another voice, proud and authoritativeness, sounded louder than both of them, accompanied by the door swinging open and revealing the squad of five men, the feathered headdress topping a thin, partially bearded face painted visible through a crack in his viper, which was attached to what was obviously and officer's uniform. His attention quickly snapped to The Fight master, hand coming up in a salute as he marched in, followed by his motley assortment of troops. "Pagan Smash reporting for duty, Sir!" He addressed the commanders, keeping his salute strong. "I apologize for our tardiness. We had a slight navigational error. But we're ready to fight for Color and Country, right?" Nods of assorted degrees of attachment came from his group. "What are your orders?" “Joe D’Amato, commander of the ‘Great White Hunter’, the best tank on either side of the Hudson, reporting as ordered sir!” D’Amato said in his North Jersey accent, “We would have been here sooner, but we ran into some trouble…”“Our radioman lost the tank in a rigged poker game to somebody in Charlie Company,” the driver, “Little Eddy” Stewart interrupted, his 6’5” frame easily towering over many of the other soldiers,“We were then assigned to an artillery unit, a much more fitting challenge for someone of my caliber,” the gunner “Duke” Davis continued, sounding as arrogant as ever,“But he then lost that in another rigged poker game to somebody in Foxtrot Company,” D’Amato continued, “So I had…”“So I hosted my own rigged card game and won the ‘Hunter’, five watches, three boxes of dirty magazines, six cans of diesel fuel, a Blue flight suit, and somebody’s soul!” the radioman, Bob Pig, said with some sense of accomplishment, “The store will be open later,” Pig added for the benefit of the other soldiers”DA!” the loader, Tim O’Shinto exclaimed in an accident that differed from what his name might suggest, “Pig is good scrounger and wheeler-dealer. Reminds me of time growing up in County Cork with brother Paddy. Paddy always causing trouble for village with average child antics.”“Ah Timmy you Irish bastard,” D’Amato said giving O’Shinto a slap on the shoulder, “Your folksy tales of old Ireland always make me laugh. Either way sir, we’re ready whenever you are.” While the other squads were still introducing themselves, Allison noticed Juliet shaking a little. "What the hell's your problem?" She asked in a hushed tone. Eva nudged her. "Hey. Get a hold of yourself. We'll be on the battlefield soon." She said. Juliet's eyes darted around on the ground. "She's got that look again..." "Oh Christ....hey, girlie. Come on, get it together. You can paint the walls red once we get sent in but for now, just keep it cool." Juliet snapped up and looked to Eva. "Really?!" Eva hesitantly nodded yes. "Sure. We'll find the enemies and let you have yourself a wonderfully gory time." Juliet grinned and began thinking of extensive ways to cause people pain while the other two looked forward. Monroe wrote:While the other squads were still introducing themselves, Allison noticed Juliet shaking a little. "What the hell's your problem?" She asked in a hushed tone. Eva nudged her. "Hey. Get a hold of yourself. We'll be on the battlefield soon." She said. Juliet's eyes darted around on the ground. "She's got that look again..." "Oh Christ....hey, girlie. Come on, get it together. You can paint the walls red once we get sent in but for now, just keep it cool." Juliet snapped up and looked to Eva. "Really?!" Eva hesitantly nodded yes. "Sure. We'll find the enemies and let you have yourself a wonderfully gory time." Juliet grinned and began thinking of extensive ways to cause people pain while the other two looked forward. Fightmaster couldn't help but notice that one of those chicks were shaking, like she just saw Jack walk by. Eventually he had to say something about it when the other girls started whispering to her. If it were so urgent that they had to keep her relaxed, then now was the time to alert Fight master." Hey, what's up with her? Cold in here? Pissed? Dirty thoughts? Did Jack walk by? That must be it. Jack! Front and center!" From through the tent walls burst a figure wearing a wild face, full of bloodlust and murder-city. This was Jack Fight master, son of Max Fight master." I JUST FRIGGIN' POPPED A TANK IT WAS SO COOL!"" Calm the hell down, boy!" Fight master snapped,"Did you walk into the line of sight of this poor girl?" Jack glanced at Juliet,"Nope, never seen her."" Must be the cold then, because of your tearing half the tent down. Mystery solved, now go get a blanket for the poor girl before I make you swing!" Trent and his squad were standing still at attention when, Jack started to jump around." Jack what the hell are you doing?" Trent said when he turned around." I got to take a pee now!" replied Jack as he began to shake and jump and do every type of movement to hold his piss in." Oh, for Christ sake! Jeremy make Jack stop shaking or else!"" Yes Sir!" Jeremy said as he began to walk to where Jack was." Uh... Sir... I think Jack will be just fine." Jeremy said as he went back to his back." Why do you say they-" Trent was stopped when he looked at the ground to see a flow of liquid run through his shoe." Jack, all you alright now?" Trent asked." Why Yes Sir I am. " Jack replied." Oh god, cant believe I'm going to be stuck with you." Trent muttered. "That won't be necessary sir!" Juliet said happily. "I'm just....anxious...is all." Alike raised an eyebrow. "Oh...she's going to spill it...." Eva, Allison, and Griselda looked to her and shook their heads. Juliet looked at them and shrugged. "What? Blood's good for the skin." Alike facepalmed. "Oh for the love of..." The other three coughed awkwardly and looked away. Monroe wrote:"That won't be necessary sir!" Juliet said happily. "I'm just....anxious...is all." Alike raised an eyebrow. "Oh...she's going to spill it...." Eva, Allison, and Griselda looked to her and shook their heads. Juliet looked at them and shrugged. "What? Blood's good for the skin." Alike facepalmed. "Oh for the love of..." The other three coughed awkwardly and looked away." Blood's good for the skin," she said. That makes absolutely no sense! The blood would coagulate into an ugly mess and have the opposite effect of body wash or soap, not to mention the terrible stench." Max,"Commander whispered,"I think anxious is an euphemism for bloodthirsty."" Oh,"Fight master realized out loud,"Well, I guess it's bad manners to make her wait for the slaughter, ain't it? Alright you apes and Jack!" From out of his metaphorical ass Fight master pulled a map of the region,"I know you're all new here, but to hell with getting situated. You're with Commander and Commander wanna fight! The Purples are trying to make a push from the east. We are going to kill them all. Jack! Go get my squad and the Dixie Pounder warmed up. The rest of you grab your asses, pick up your gear, button up in your tanks, and meet Commander at the east gate. Split!" "You heard him. Let's move!" Alike called to her squad. The rest of Dagger One followed the Sergeant to the rendezvous point. Once there, they sat and waited. "This hurry up and wait shit is really starting to get old." Allison said. "Oh lighten up. We're almost there." Eva said. "Knife goes in, blood comes out. Knife goes in, blood comes out." Juliet dragged the tip of her combat knife around in a circle in front of her while muttering to herself happily. Griselda yawned a bit and looked around. "I guess we're the first ones here." She said to herself. "Squad!" Trent called out. Trent's squad moved to a parade rest position." Attention!" This time the squad moved back again to the Attention position." Move out and follow me." Trent said. Everyone gather their gear and followed Trent to the rendezvous point. Usually the squad is always silent and with Jack shouting out their moves sometimes."WE MOVE ABOUT 1 FOOT.... WE PASSED BY A BURNT TREE!!!"" Jack shut the hell up, or I will not fucking heal you and possibly make it worse for you!" Mia said as she pinched Jack's arm." Okay...." Jack said in agreement. When Trent and his squad arrived they found that they were not the first ones." See you lazy bastards!!! We're late! How dare we call ourselves Fearless Ninja, if we can't arrive here on time or be QUIET!!!" Trent said as he emphasized the last part to Jack." Tony!!!"" Yes Sir!" Tony replied." Go find out what they are doing." Trent said as he moved a log to sit on." Yes, sir." Tony said as he took off running. Unfortunately for him his boots were untied and he tripped halfway there. Trent and his squad laughed, while Tony quickly got up and tied his boots. Still running he made it to the other squad and introduced himself." Hey, name's Tony. I'm from the Fearless Ninja Squad." he said to no one in particular. “Alright boys, break’s over!” D’Amato yelled to his crew from atop the tank, “Let’s get back to work!” As the crew members took their stations, D’Amato noticed that his radioman was still missing. “Bob!” he yelled, “Close down that damn store and get your ass in here!”“Right away boss!” Pig yelled towards D’Amato, as he handed a solider one of the magazines and pocketing the money handed to him, “Remember to support your local profiteer, and say no to company level crooks.”“NOW BOB!” With that final call, Pig came running carrying one of the many boxes that constituted his “store” of items collected from other soldiers through means both legal and illegal. As Pig climbed in the tank and manned his radio set D’Amato gave the order to move out. Alike wasn't very impressed with the other squads. However, it was very difficult to be impressed by anything nowadays with the army. She had pulled strings a bit to get her squad the way it was, making some rather obvious points in order to present her case. She looked over at Tony. "You can call me Honey Badger. Call me Honey, and you'll see how fast that'll get a boot up your ass." She said in a friendly tone, looking the kid over. The others were still chatting among themselves. Monroe wrote:Alike wasn't very impressed with the other squads. However, it was very difficult to be impressed by anything nowadays with the army. She had pulled strings a bit to get her squad the way it was, making some rather obvious points in order to present her case. She looked over at Tony. "You can call me Honey Badger. Call me Honey, and you'll see how fast that'll get a boot up your ass." She said in a friendly tone, looking the kid over. The others were still chatting among themselves." Uhh... Yea Honey.... I mean Honey Badger!!!" Tony said quickly. Trent and the others laughed out loud when they saw that Tony started to shake." Hey Tony, tell them how you liked them!" Jeremy called out." Yea, tell them how you will protect them!" Jack called out as well. Trent and Mia sat there watching the whole thing, while Tony was shaking and turning redder by the second." Uh, bye!!!" Tony said as he ran off and back to his squad." You guys are assholes...." Tony said to them. "Well, that was eventful." Allison said. Alike sat back down. "Right. Next thing you know, he'll be jumping on grenades or landmines to save us." "Works for me. I get to keep a limb and not have a stomach full of shrapnel." Alike glared at Allison. "What? I was just saying." "I think that once we get in there, we're going to be the ones to have to protect [i[him[/i]." The squad shared a slight chuckle before looking over their weapons. "Swifter than eagles! Stronger than lions!" The Dixie Pounder rumbled out of the motor pool, it's Commander shouting quotes at the top of his lungs." More power than a locomotive!"" That's not right!" Commented the tank's loader, Moriarty." Again with them negative waves, Moriarty!" The gunner, Oddball retorted. The two were opposites; Moriarty was cynical and serious, while Oddball was... Less so." Able to leap tall buildings in a single bound!"" A tank? Leaping?" Queried the radioman Natasha Vlad of." Locked and loaded!"" Now he's spewing random shit!" Stated Maddox the driver, as vulgar as ever." Semper phi, do or... don't?"" Wrong!" The crew said together." Well excuse me for my insufficient knowledge in ancient military culture!" Retorted Commander,"Now if you'll excuse me, we are at the meeting point. Oddball, play some sweet music!"" Yes sir!" Oddball flipped on the record player, and from the loudspeaker on the turret's right came sweet, sweet... glorious Soviet music? Commander staggered at the tune of 'Natasha,' an unexpected piece impossible to confuse with 'Sweet Home Alabama.'" Goddammit Kat!" He exclaimed." Oops! My bad!" Vladof apologized. She forgot to put Lanyard Skyward back in last night after her time on 101.5 was over. She handed Oddball 'Sweet Home Alabama' and placed 'Natasha' back in its place on the small shelf. Now that sweet, sweet music played, giving Commander a feeling of homesickness." Anyway,"Fight master turned his attention to the platoon as he climbed from the hatch,"Ladies and gentlemen, are we ready for the conflict of interests that shall ensue on the Eastern Front?" "Who the heck are these guys?" Allison asked. "He's a nut." Alike replied. "A what?" "A nut!" The squad looked around. "Things are going to get reveal interesting in the next few days." Eva said. "Where are the other squads? What's taking everyone so damn long?" Griselda asked, looking off to the rolling battlefield they were about to head into. D’Amato tapped his fingers along the edge of his hatch waiting for the other squads to muster out, Welcome to the army, he thought, Now hurry up and wait. After waiting several more seconds, D’Amato keyed the intercom, “Hey Bob, did you report to the CO that we are ready to move out?”“Yeah, and I also sent a second message that we are ready to roll out any time” Pig reported.”Are you sure the radio is working Robert?” Davis asked, ever so smugly, “If I correctly recall, you once sold the circuit boards in order to procure several crates of liquor, rather foul liquor I might add.”“Yeah… well, that liquor was the best degreased we ever had, AND I was able to buy a replacement set of circuit boards using the money I earned from selling the “alcohol-based degreased” to an engineering battalion.”“It was shame to get rid of booze,” O’Shinto said with a sigh, “Best drink I had since I have been leaving home of Dublin. But this waiting is to be reminding me of time growing up on streets of Belfast with brother Paddy. We were to be hiding in alley when…” Stewart was more than happy to listen to O’Shinto’s wacky stories of his youth in Ireland, and after letting him finish, called up to D’Amato, “Hey Cap, would it be alright to put on some music while we wait for the rest of the squads?”“That should be alright, as long as Bob didn’t sell the tape deck” D’Amato said, imagining the insulting gesture that Pig was probably now giving him from inside the tank. Stewart took off his helmet and looked through a small box of tapes that he managed to find in various wrecks and abandoned buildings. After settling on ‘The Best of Don Ho’, he stood up to hand the tape to Pig…*WHACK*Too quickly, unfortunately. “Goddamn it!” Stewart said rubbing the large lump on the top of his head.“Are you alright Eddie?” D’Amato called down, “I could hear that from up here. You get any died bra mage from that hit?”“Yeah… I’m fine. No problems boss” Stewart said handing the tape to Pig and slumping back down into his seat, now feeling the world begin to swirl around him as he listened to the music. Tiny bubbles, in the wine/make me happy, make me feel fine…, Don sang through the intercom. That’s odd, Stewart thought, I never noticed the music was that green before. Or that my thoughts were that slanted. Thomas Steele and company joined the platoon, strutting into camp with his legendary Shish kebab in hand. When he saw fight master again, he smiled wickedly. After Their time in the city, Thomas got promoted to a squad leader, and managed to recruit his buddies from the PMC he was in to join him. They had a rather odd group, to say the least. Darrel was walking down, carrying the 40mm grenade launcher "Behemoth" with a certain swagger. He was the group hotshot of the group, one who could run around and blow up enemies and look good doing it. On the opposite, Walter Smith toted his LMG silently, reading All quiet on the western frontal they walked in. Randy had revved up the chain sword he had on him, bloodlust deep in his eyes. Quinton, standing 7 foot even, carrying along a thunder hammer with him muttered "Does thou know this fellow lord Steel?"" Ya Quint, I know him all too well" Praia wrote:Thomas Steele and company joined the platoon, strutting into camp with his legendary Shish kebab in hand. When he saw fight master again, he smiled wickedly. After Their time in the city, Thomas got promoted to a squad leader, and managed to recruit his buddies from the PMC he was in to join him. They had a rather odd group, to say the least. Darrel was walking down, carrying the 40mm grenade launcher "Behemoth" with a certain swagger. He was the group hotshot of the group, one who could run around and blow up enemies and look good doing it. On the opposite, Walter Smith toted his LMG silently, reading All quiet on the western front as they walked in. Randy had revved up the chain sword he had on him, bloodlust deep in his eyes. Quinton, standing 7 foot even, carrying along a thunder hammer with him muttered "Does thou know this fellow lord Steel?" "Ya Quint, I know him all too well"That voice. That beautiful voice! Tom! It was that bastard! Oh, how Fight master missed him, dreaming of when he would finally make the crazy son of a bitch swing for insubordination." Tom you sum bitch!" He shouted in ecstasy, but as he spoke a red blur whipped past him, flying to Tom at high speed."UUUUUUUUUUUUNNNNNNNNNNCCCCCCCCLLLLLLLLLLEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!" Jack Fight master posed for a flying kick to Tom's face,"TOM!!!!!!!!!!!!!" "Well, this just got interesting." Allison said, watching the recent events play out. "You think they know each other?" Eva asked. "Well he wouldn't have called him that if he did, would he?" Allison replied. Eva scoffed. "You never know." "Right." Eva looked over at the other squad. Mainly, the one who had their newbie sent over while they berated him. "Seems like a nice enough kid." "Don't get all lovey-dovey. This is war, and war does things. As far as I'm concerned, everyone in the entire army is going to try to get in our pants at least once. Whether through playing innocent, or just asking straight forward, it'll happen. All men have one main thing on their minds at any given time, along with the rest of their thoughts, and that's us." "You're overexaggerating, Widow." "Maybe I am and maybe I'm not. Just you wait and see, Missy." The Empire of Britannia wrote:Praia wrote:Thomas Steele and company joined the platoon, strutting into camp with his legendary Shish kebab in hand. When he saw fight master again, he smiled wickedly. After Their time in the city, Thomas got promoted to a squad leader, and managed to recruit his buddies from the PMC he was in to join him. They had a rather odd group, to say the least. Darrel was walking down, carrying the 40mm grenade launcher "Behemoth" with a certain swagger. He was the group hotshot of the group, one who could run around and blow up enemies and look good doing it. On the opposite, Walter Smith toted his LMG silently, reading All quiet on the western front as they walked in. Randy had revved up the chain sword he had on him, bloodlust deep in his eyes. Quinton, standing 7 foot even, carrying along a thunder hammer with him muttered "Does thou know this fellow lord Steel?" "Ya Quint, I know him all too well"That voice. That beautiful voice! Tom! It was that bastard! Oh, how Fight master missed him, dreaming of when he would finally make the crazy son of a bitch swing for insubordination." Tom you sum bitch!" He shouted in ecstasy, but as he spoke a red blur whipped past him, flying to Tom at high speed."UUUUUUUUUUUUNNNNNNNNNNCCCCCCCCLLLLLLLLLLEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!" Jack Fight master posed for a flying kick to Tom's face,"TOM!!!!!!!!!!!!!" Quinton caught Jack mid-flight, boot first. The Titan of the man barely stuttered his stance and said "I don't Recommend that you be jumping people so quickly, seems as though ye be a bit too energetic" Steele chuckled, saying "No worries, nobody here is hostile. So" he said, turning to Max "Damn funny coincidence you be here, I've been recontracted, and I brought along my buddies this time. Praia wrote:The Empire of Britannia wrote:That voice. That beautiful voice! Tom! It was that bastard! Oh, how Fight master missed him, dreaming of when he would finally make the crazy son of a bitch swing for insubordination." Tom you sum bitch!" He shouted in ecstasy, but as he spoke a red blur whipped past him, flying to Tom at high speed."UUUUUUUUUUUUNNNNNNNNNNCCCCCCCCLLLLLLLLLLEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!" Jack Fight master posed for a flying kick to Tom's face,"TOM!!!!!!!!!!!!!" Quinton caught Jack mid-flight, boot first. The Titan of the man barely stuttered his stance and said "I don't Recommend that you be jumping people so quickly, seems as though ye be a bit too energetic" Steele chuckled, saying "No worries, nobody here is hostile. So" he said, turning to Max "Damn funny coincidence you be here, I've been recontracted, and I brought along my buddies this time. Jack just sat there for a moment, still suspended perfectly by his boot. He took the moment to inspect who was responsible for blocking a kick to the face of a man he's never met before yet insists on calling Tom "Uncle." Huge, thick armor, a goddamn hammer... Simple solution."FUR-KURI FDA SOCHI!" Jack called as he kicked the hulk in the face with his free foot, flying past him."HERE COMES THE MURDER-COPTER!!!!!!!" He howled like banshee, again rearing for a kick to Tom's face. However, as his right foot reared, the steel boot of Max Fight master landed between Jack's legs." Oooooooooooooowwwwwwwwww." The pain in the front was excruciating, leaving Jack crying in a fetal position two paces away. Fight master stood on the wreathing body of his child, face completely straight behind his mask." Good to see you, Tom,"he greeted,"This is my son, Jack. He's a PhD. in several fields, such as the theology of murderism, the science of numerology, and the liberal art of overkill. Who's this big much?" The Empire of Britannia wrote:Praia wrote:Quinton caught Jack mid-flight, boot first. The Titan of the man barely stuttered his stance and said "I don't Recommend that you be jumping people so quickly, seems as though ye be a bit too energetic" Steele chuckled, saying "No worries, nobody here is hostile. So" he said, turning to Max "Damn funny coincidence you be here, I've been recontracted, and I brought along my buddies this time. Jack just sat there for a moment, still suspended perfectly by his boot. He took the moment to inspect who was responsible for blocking a kick to the face of a man he's never met before yet insists on calling Tom "Uncle." Huge, thick armor, a goddamn hammer... Simple solution."FUR-KURI FDA SOCHI!" Jack called as he kicked the hulk in the face with his free foot, flying past him."HERE COMES THE MURDER-COPTER!!!!!!!" He howled like banshee, again rearing for a kick to Tom's face. However, as his right foot reared, the steel boot of Max Fight master landed between Jack's legs." Oooooooooooooowwwwwwwwww." The pain in the front was excruciating, leaving Jack crying in a fetal position two paces away. Fight master stood on the wreathing body of his child, face completely straight behind his mask." Good to see you, Tom,"he greeted,"This is my son, Jack. He's a PhD. in several fields, such as the theology of murderism, the science of numerology, and the liberal art of overkill. Who's this big much?"" My name is Quinton Argent, Ares corporation, close combat specialist, the gentleman with a large mallet." Quint said, solidly and rather deeply. He really was a gentleman busier, but his usually strictness prevented him from seeming much more. Thomas piped up "He, how'd you get around in the city? You do some purple babes in your time? Kinda odd to be such a manacle genius." He said, followed by "Any quarters for the squad? Hoping to fry an airship soon enough." Praia wrote:The Empire of Britannia wrote:Jack just sat there for a moment, still suspended perfectly by his boot. He took the moment to inspect who was responsible for blocking a kick to the face of a man he's never met before yet insists on calling Tom "Uncle." Huge, thick armor, a goddamn hammer... Simple solution."FUR-KURI FDA SOCHI!" Jack called as he kicked the hulk in the face with his free foot, flying past him."HERE COMES THE MURDER-COPTER!!!!!!!" He howled like banshee, again rearing for a kick to Tom's face. However, as his right foot reared, the steel boot of Max Fight master landed between Jack's legs." Oooooooooooooowwwwwwwwww." The pain in the front was excruciating, leaving Jack crying in a fetal position two paces away. Fight master stood on the wreathing body of his child, face completely straight behind his mask." Good to see you, Tom,"he greeted,"This is my son, Jack. He's a PhD. in several fields, such as the theology of murderism, the science of numerology, and the liberal art of overkill. Who's this big much?"" My name is Quinton Argent, Ares corporation, close combat specialist, the gentleman with a large mallet." Quint said, solidly and rather deeply. He really was a gentleman busier, but his usually strictness prevented him from seeming much more. Thomas piped up "He, how'd you get around in the city? You do some purple babes in your time? Kinda odd to be such a manacle genius." He said, followed by "Any quarters for the squad? Hoping to fry an airship soon enough."" Well Tom,"Commander stepped in,"You'll have to wait for the quarters, but we were just about to head out and pop some balloons anyway." He climbed back in his tank and ensconced himself on a mighty folding chair on the turret." If you would kindly join us, Mister Steele?" The Empire of Britannia wrote:Praia wrote:"My name is Quinton Argent, Ares corporation, close combat specialist, the gentleman with a large mallet." Quint said, solidly and rather deeply. He really was a gentleman busier, but his usually strictness prevented him from seeming much more. Thomas piped up "He, how'd you get around in the city? You do some purple babes in your time? Kinda odd to be such a manacle genius." He said, followed by "Any quarters for the squad? Hoping to fry an airship soon enough."" Well Tom,"Commander stepped in,"You'll have to wait for the quarters, but we were just about to head out and pop some balloons anyway." He climbed back in his tank and ensconced himself on a mighty folding chair on the turret." If you would kindly join us, Mister Steele?"" When'd you all get heavy armor out here? Thought red command said they lost most of their tanks?" Thomas remarked, jumping on top of the tread cover. He heard they were going to deal with some purples soon and said "So, You going to tie mastodon to a tank shell and shoot us at a blimp?" He secretly had loved that moment, felt invincible. Praia wrote:The Empire of Britannia wrote:"Well Tom,"Commander stepped in,"You'll have to wait for the quarters, but we were just about to head out and pop some balloons anyway." He climbed back in his tank and ensconced himself on a mighty folding chair on the turret." If you would kindly join us, Mister Steele?"" When'd you all get heavy armor out here? Thought red command said they lost most of their tanks?" Thomas remarked, jumping on top of the tread cover. He heard they were going to deal with some purples soon and said "So, You going to tie mastodon to a tank shell and shoot us at a blimp?" He secretly had loved that moment, felt invincible." That was the city, Thomas,"Commander pointed out,"This is the fields, with new command and unit and squeaky-clean tanks." Commander leaned back in his chair and grinned,"Now you've given a practical reason to invest in the bioresurrection of species. Until then, you and Max have to make due with tying each both-""CAN IT YOU ASSHOLE!" Fightmaster threw Jack's boot at his superior with anger,"I'm sorry; can it you asshole, SIR!" The boot landed square in Commander's face, but the combination of a mask and gentlemanly calmness saved Commander from showing any form of pain or injury." Now Max,"He said as the boot slid off his face,"It would only be fair if you-""WHAT'S THIS ABOUT A MORTAR AND FLYING?!" Having recovered from his painful ordeal in the main battery,"LET ME GUESS: PA HERE WAS SENT-"A incapacitating backhand from Fight master interrupted Jack mid-sentence, his mask and a tooth flying off from the force of the blow." Now then,"Fight master said as he grabbed his child by the collar,"We were discussing YOU PEOPLE GETTING THE FUCK OUT OF HERE TO KILL SHIT!"" Of course, Max,"Commander agreed,"I am simply waiting for the slowpokes to get here." "I'm getting boooorrrrreeddd....." Juliet sighed as she laid back on the ground. "When do I get to kill people?!" "Soon enough, now sit up. You're making the rest of us look bad." Alike replied. Juliet rolled over and went into a hand-stand before letting her legs come down in front and then bending forward until she was standing straight. The squad was obviously getting a bit anxious. A minute passed. Another minute passed. Another minute passed. Another minute... Passed. Where the hell are the other guys?! Fight master was fed up with this waiting, and Jack had recovered from the high-velocity backhand his father gave him." Commander,"Fight master said cussedly,"These Summer-day dickheads are never going to get here. How about my squad hunts them down and you lot go... Commander?" The Dixie Pounder had vanished without a trace, not even leaving track marks. In fact, the entire outfit sans Squad Fight master was gone. All that was left in the silent wake was a small note where Commander's tank was before, reading:Dear Lieutenant Fight master, I got bored, so I took what's been here out to the field. I'll be taking your advice, so you should do the same. Signed, Commander"All units, airships, that way o'clock!" Katyusha shouted over the radio, reciting Commander. On the flat fields it was easy to see the incoming vessels, five transports and three cruisers. The transports were lightly armed, with only a few machine guns to defend the fifty men and five Yankees they each carry. The cruiser on the other hand have very big guns: three 120-mm cannons on each side of the gondola, and an ass full of bombs in the rear. Needless to say, hell awaits with a lever 82 long thick no-lube gang bang." Break formation! Evasive maneuvers!" Commander relayed to Natasha, gazing at a particular cruiser with the lion's crest. That one was the flagship, playing "Hail Britannia" over the speakers and hovering at the tip of the formation. Commander had a bad feeling about this particular ship... How audacious of them, Captain Tennyson thought as he enjoyed his tea on the Quaint's bridge. O, how those reds use such reckless and costly tactics to fight a technologically superior foe! Have they no concept of strategy? Have they no common sense? The lion's crest on his tea cup glistened gold, as a properly cleaned crest should. This was no ordinary crest, oh no. It was the coat of arms for the Tennyson family, a symbol that has been passed down from son to son since before the reds knew how to make fire. It was proof that the purples were civilized and that it was their destiny to conquer the world. And as we all know, only madmen go against destiny." All transports, deploy troops,"The Captain muttered to his lieutenant who echoed in a deafening voice,"ALL TRANSPORTS, DEPLOY TROOPS!"" Form hard to starboard, Duck hard to port.""FORWARD TO STARBOARD, DUCKHARD TO PORT!"" Steersman, hard to starboard,"he said in an audible tone for the steersman."STEERSMAN, HARD To-do!" Tentunson punched his lieutenant in the gut, as the steersman had already heard the order. TheQuaintswung around to starboard as theFormdid the same and theDuckturned to port. The transports broke formation and fanned out, draping lines from the side for troops to slide down." All guns, prepare to fire on the red positions.""ALL GUNS, PREPARE TO FIRE OF THE RED POSITIONS!"" Thank you, Lieutenant.""THANK YOU, Lift-off!" "Here they come..." Alike said, standing her ground. "Find some cover and dig in." "About damn time we saw some action. My trigger finger was starting to get lazy." Allison chided. Juliet set up her MG on its bipod and waited for a wave of troops to head for her squad. Allison was taking pot shots while Eva and Griselda kept their cool and steeled themselves. Alike smirked. "Time to get busy, girls. Let's show the men what we're made of." She said.

Blasted to Bits_ It's Raining Men! [IC]|rating:3.0

I want you to meet my cousin. (traci80 and Patchygrizz)

A bubble rose to the surface above, churning water layered with ripples, swelling with the current of the river. Both feet found the round river rocks on the bottom and gave a push-down bringing that surface of air and sky closer and closer. Lungs begging for air both sets of hands and feet pushed down on the water letting his line of sight push upwards and chase the bubble to the surface. Light rushed into his eyes forcing him to shut them tight, air slid down his throat into his lungs filling them with fresh air as the old was pushed out. The current was still sweeping him down river and prompted the swimmer to kick off a stroke to the side and calculate landfall below a cottonwood tree. Sam clambered out of the water on the muddy bank, using the limbs to stable his shaky body after his afternoon swim. Clad in just a pair of boxers, their decorative print clung to his swimmers body like wet tissue paper, showing of his youthful body. Behind an oar rig inflatable raft was plying the waters of the fast moving mountain river which spilled out from a canyon a mile back flanked on all sides by tall imposing peaks. Early September had seen a recent rainstorm which for all purposes, that water was now flowing down the one main river that emptied the entire county, the very one he and many others had made a pilgrimage to catch one of the few last late summer days. A college age couple sat on the oar rig, giggling as the boy in what was obviously boxers stood on the bank sunning himself dry. The pair was a light blue, with small blue birds on them, Sam hadn't exactly planned on swimming today, but since school had let out he had felt called to the river just outside his trailer park. His new home. Samuel Frances Wolfe, age 16, having just moved to the park where his mother had taken up residence. Work led her here, and Sam followed, figuring getting away from the small stifling town and his broken life back in the old home was of no significant loss. Not that the new town was much bigger, in the mountain west a few tens of thousands was considered large, yet compared to his earlier town of 500, opportunities here abounded. Swimming was the first new activity he found he could enjoy, this high school had an organized team. Add that onto a possible track and field spot in the spring and a few clubs he suddenly found he could find something fun to do instead of just tossing rocks across an empty back lot. Already, things had started to pick up, socially he had made a few contacts, got accepted to the swim team on the spot, and even managed to stand up to a bully and stare him down without an actual fight. “Fuck yeah.” Sam commented to the cottonwood as he felt his shoulders and biceps. Maybe they were getting bigger, he managed to stare down that bully and get him to back off all by himself. “Megan was there, she saw me stand up to him!” He made punches at the air, then flexed and smiled. “I'll meet some cool people here, and no freak of a wrestler is going to pick on me this time!” Sam shook his brown hair into a puff and ran his hands through it, a short 5 ft. 6 in. and built like a swimmer. Slim but not thin, with a little babysat still clinging here or there to add to his developing muscles. A man being carved out of a youths body, strong and sleek, and curves where curves were supposed to be. Another raft floated by, this one with seven people working paddles and wearing white water hard hats. Sam back behind the tree, two college students spotting him was one thing, but an entire raft of late summer tourists, he wanted to avoid that embarrassment. No swimsuit. Well not yet anyway, most of his clothing was still being shipped to his new home. That left him with a choice of his boxers, or the swim team tight little suit. While on the team where they all wore them, in a building, that was ok... sure there was a larger crowd there to see him sport it, but they were there to see swimmers. Here out on the riverbank he wasn't to sure he wanted to sport it openly to unsuspecting floater by's.“The water is colder here, clearer too, the air dries me quicker as well, a good wind.” He commented to the cottonwood again, waving his arms in the air stretching out his shoulders. “What can I say, that river just called to me. I wonder if I can swim upstream to the mill without stopping?” The new boy in town, talking to a cottonwood, standing there in half dry boxers and half dry hair. "Nice butt, don't you think, Mr. Cottonwood?" Megan smiled, as she came walking up the path and finding her cousin in a wet pair of boxers and talking to a tree. The soaked cotton that clung to Sam's ass cheeks left nothing to the imagination. Megan sat cross-legged beside where her cousin had discarded his clothes. She railed at him a little telling him she would beat the shit out of him if she caught him swimming in the river by himself again. Megan meant it too. She told her younger cousin that she, any one of her girlfriends, or Todd, would be willing to go for a swim with him almost anytime he wanted. She didn't want to hear the argument from Sam about what a good swimmer her was either. Megan asked him how everything was going for him at school. Actually, as far as she could see, Sam was doing pretty well. He had made the boys swim team at school and had stood up to the school bully. True, Marty had backed off because of her presence, but Sam had held his ground unaware that she was there. Megan had been proud of him. Her girls and Todd had readily taken him into their clique so unlike other new kids at school he already had a base of friends. Still, she worried about Sam like a big sister." Did you have a girlfriend back home?" Megan asked, thinking a cutie like her cousin would have little problem picking up a rather decent looking girl. Hell, they probably chased him all over school. She knew her friend Sarah was gushing over him. She didn't know if Sam went for tomboys, but he already had one that would go to her knees, and maybe more, with a snap of his fingers. Of course what Todd wanted to do with him would likely make Sam run far away. Then, maybe not, who knew. Megan herself had her own ideas. Sure, she couldn't be his girlfriend being cousins and all, but she didn't need to be in any silly relationship to get her face between a boys legs. Megan made out with Todd on a semiregular basis and his cock had been in her mouth four, maybe five times. She and another of her friends, Jennie had both taken his ass with a strap-on." So, have you ever been to an underwear party, Sammy?" Megan asked, wondering if he would be willing to wear a pair of Todd's sexier undies in place of boxers. Both cheeks clenched at the comment from the voice that came out of the brush, and which was the more embarrassing, being spotted by a set of eyes closer than a passing raft, or being caught talking to a 150-year-old tree? Sam flushed, covered up with his hands and stood patiently waiting for her scolding to end. The river was fast enough, it might sweep him off someday and having another around was just safety conscious. At least that was the way the naive small town boy took it. Sam knew his cousin well enough to know she was a sharp tongue spitfire, able to talk even their bull-headed uncles off the back deck during a reunion barbecue. Sam took the chastisement in stride and turned to face his side to her line of sight, unable to decide which was worse for her to be looking at, his backside or his bulge, instead opting to give a side angle of each. For the week that they had shared a school and hometown, she had come to see her cousin as a primary layer of personality, with an underlying sense self that had been hidden deep behind the first. That small town he had lived in was obviously one of those that took on the adage. 'It takes a village to raise a child' And that village had preached the 1950s era good boy personality. Yet, as blood relatives, she could get the idea there was another sense of self laying under those prescribed layers, in a new school, there was a chance one might be able to peel those layers away to reveal the real boy underneath. 'Just like peeling him out of those boxers a little at a time.'“Girlfriend? New.... some girl I thought I liked but... meh. I don't miss her.” There was no blush on his face, instead his knuckles grew a bit white, whatever had happened in that small town had left him feeling a bit irked at love, at least for now. If the conversations that leaked in from Sam's neighboring trailer were true, Sam's mother was aware of no girls in his life, and was 'glad he could move to a larger town, where he might find someone.' At the last swim meet, Sam seemed oblivious to the numbers of girls who ogled his bikini clad lower ends as he dove in for his race. To him his mind was on the race, his team and his part he could play in getting a medal for his comrades.“I mean... I wish something had... worked but. Have you ever felt that someone is just being normal because someone told them to be?” Sam took two sheepish steps closer to his cousin, as if wanting to go for his clothing. Those last little comments from his cousin turned those knuckles back to normal and his cheeks developed a flush.“P. People have underwear parties? W. What for like swimming or. j. Watching movies or anime or something?” Sam took two more steps toward his clothing. “C. Can I grab my clothes?” Sam had come direct from the bus stop to the river, his backpack sat next to his clothing, open slightly showing the notebooks and folders within. A second nylon bag held likely his swim team stuff, and lower still a few other plastic bags stuffed down deep. Megan openly checked out her cousin now and then not just because she was interested but because it made Sammy's cheeks pink up. He was so cute when he blushed. Megan was surprised he was so shy in a pair of boxers as he was on the swimming team where the teeny-tiny swimsuit covered up even less. Maybe Sammy thought everyone in attendance was their to see the meet. Megan was willing to bet that a number of the guys there were perverts and came to see near naked boys. A high percentage of those would probably come to watch Sammy every time he swam. At first from his answer she thought Sam might just be shy with girls. He wouldn't be the only sixteen-year-old boy to become all tongue-tied in the presence of any decent looking specimen of the opposite sex. But his comment about going after a girl just because he was expected too certainly caught her ears. At least that is the way Megan read it. Did Sam mean going after a certain girl who simply didn't flip his switch, or did he mean that he wasn't interested in girls period? She remembered her aunt going on to her mom about her concerns about the lack of girls she saw in her son's company. So, Aunt Shelly was worried Sam might be gay. If that was the case Sam couldn't have a better group of friends. If her aunt wanted to see him with a girl Sarah would be willing to play the part of his make believe girlfriend for his mother's eyes. Then, of course, Sam might not even be gay." We just hang out together at one of our trailers playing games and smoking beer, or drinking pot...if we can get a hold of any. Of course, we will have to get you a sexier pair of undies," Megan smiled, tossing her cousin his jeans. She saw the baggies in his backpack. Assuming that her cute relative wasn't a pothead, she teased, "What is that? Your stash of condoms?" Just as they broke from the trees into a clearing that was Sam's backyard she stopped him, and said, "If your mom wants to see you with a girl we can help you out." Whomever Sam had left behind in his old town, he didn't want to talk about her. It was a difficult juxtaposition that seemed to be in his brain. He spoke fondly of the girl, but it seemed there was something she did that had set him off, Megan might probe more but for the moment Sam was keeping his lips shut tight. Snatching up his pants he slid them on, another raft of locals plying the river behind pointed and laughed ushering Sam along quicker to dress. The baggies at the bottom of the pack were nothing illicit, some hiking supplies double wrapped to keep the small from bears. A medicated powder one might rub on their thighs or behind to stop chaffing, a few random small flashlights and emergency first aid items. Yet there was a pack of condoms stuck in the bottom, open and wrapped around what appeared to be matches, the inventive little kid using some old condoms to keep his matches dry for hikes. The other half of the pack remained sealed, though the expiration date indicated they had gone beyond their useful date a year ago. Likely a pack he had come across long ago and decided to use reuse them for some purpose. Nothing to really hold over him as leverage in those bags. As Sam came up to snatch his bag from his cousin, he seemed to favor stuffing a red notebook deeper down away from the prying eyes and grabbing fingers of his older cousin. For the moment, he managed to keep it safe and with a bit of begging got his hiking supplies back.“Sexier pair? I... what's wrong with boxers!? Guy's wear boxers....” he paused as if his memory was glancing back to a locker room memory. “Well, half of us do. I'm in that half.” A well spirited debate ensued over the exact percentage of guys who wore boxers, the reasons for each type, and how wearing each type differed from his swimsuit for swim meets. All the time Sam flushed a bit more though went toe to toe with his spit-fire of a cousin. He did have that family blood for a debate, and even managed to dodge a few pinches from Megan seeking behind trees. His efforts at arguing though still lost him the debate, yielding that possibly fewer wore boxers than he thought, and his swim meet suit was basically panties. 'Great. Now I'll be thinking that each swim meet now.' he thought, 'I find something I enjoy and am good at, and now this embarrassment part gets attached to it.' Even calling Megan out on her mixing up the 'smoking' and 'drinking' verbs of her description of the party gained him no leverage in their debate, they emerged from the woods, she is the victor by a hair, he is defiant and trying to find something to challenge her on. Freezing in place Sam looked back to Megan as she spoke about his mother and a girl to be seen with. “Why? I can find my own girl!” Those white knuckles showed again, narrow eyes stared back with fire then softened as he realized, Megan should not be the target of that anger. “Jill was her name. And she was just to... to normal ok, like overly normal... Like lets pretend it's the 1950s normal... she wanted a boyfriend just to say she had one. Playacting so she could impress her parents, I was nothing more than a... fucking actor to her!” He turned soft then, and shrank a hair as his shoulders dropped. “New town, I'll find a girl when I'm ready. And not to just make mom happy! That is the last reason hook up with someone." They approached their trailers, the wind chimes adding to their voices and hiding them just enough from prying ears. “I'm up for a party. I guess. I bet your lying about the underpants thing though, just trying to make me show up and embarrass myself.” Megan wondered what was in the red notebook, but decided not to press it. She had already hit a sore spot with Billy trying to talk with him about his girlfriend back home. The people floating down the river on the raft were still yelling out comment about her undies clad cousin. Just before Billy was able to pull up his jeans she quickly yanked down the back of the damp boxers exposing his ass to the gawkers. Megan gave his butt a couple smacks, and yelled out, "You want to kiss it you pervs? Twenty dollars a smooch!" She wasn't particularly surprised when her cute cousin broke away from her." Hey, we could have made some money back there," Megan giggled, following Billy up the path a way where he had carried his clothes the rest of the way to get dressed. Once he was set Megan couldn't resist taking a feel of his ass. When he turned to frown she grabbed his crotch. A few gropes later he had hopped off the path, walking around the bushes and staying out of range from her free hands." Boy bikinis, or at least briefs are better. They show off your junk better and really make your ass look awesome," Megan said, once he had settled down some from being molested by his own cousin. She told Billy that he will get to see the girls at the party in little panties, and what was he offering? A pair of baggy shorts. Megan said she could run out and get him some sexier undies tomorrow after school, or if he wanted Todd would let him borrow a pair. And yes, the underwear parties were real. He could call Todd later and ask him if he wanted." And I was just suggesting making your mom think you had a girlfriend would keep her off your back. I know you could get your own girl if you wanted. It's just if she saw Sarah with you a few times maybe she would calm down," Megan said, smiling at him as they broke from the trees and into his backyard. With a smirk, she added, "If you really want to freak her out let her catch you and Todd making out,"Later that night Megan typed out a text for Billy...' I will suck your cock for u...anytime' Sam took the advances as nothing more than playful japes, heck it was his cousin, this was nothing more than like a litter of coyotes nipping playfully at each other, all just the normal pecking order, his older and more 'alpha' type cousin tugging his chain. Thing was, there was a chain to rattle in the first place. He was new, knew few people, and she had a way of finding his weaknesses, heck she found everyone's weaknesses and was often able to exploit them. All her talk, all her touches, all her teasing and talk of underpants were only cousin to cousin pack wrestling.“W. Well p. Panties are different from speed's and. Guy. Guys in boxer shorts are like girls in panties so. If your underwear parties are not swimsuits, then guy's boxers count!” Sam spat out last moment as she turned away, and he shut the door to his trailer tight. It seemed her comment about Todd, had gone in one ear and out the other. Megan would have noticed though, the drapes were kept to shut tight the next hour, and music turned up to drown out what might have been moans. Sam sat at the table, watching his mother eat, she cared for him sure, but then there was the constant give and take any 16-year-old would have on the leash the parent would hold. She gave him plenty of room to be himself, but even then she always seemed to be asking about friends and if there was a 'special someone'. In the mind of a young man, that only could mean trouble, though her inquiries were likely not anything more than small talk to break the dinner table silence. Sitting up late, trying to squint out naughty pictures on his half working laptop, he kept thinking about “might a fake girlfriend, help somehow?” It had been what had hurt him before right? But in that case he had been made to be the 'swell Eisenhower era gentleman caller'... might it be that was the part that had been the worst in his last try at love? Not playacting his role as fake boyfriend to the girl, but the way she wanted to playact a relationship from an era that was so outdated it felt stuffy? Maybe, trying to pretend he had a girlfriend would leave him open to just being left alone, and a longer leash held by his parent. “I could find a girl who isn't scared to try something fun, if my mother was not forefront in the process. A decoy girl, while I look for another who isn't into boring stuffy stuff?” He was speaking to the laptop, which flickered in response. His pants vibrated, his phone making his backside tingle as he dug into the back pocket. “Odd. Must have sent it to the wrong person?” Sam pondered as he drifted off to sleep, squinting at the picture on his screen and half dreaming of something dirty. The entire Friday of school took forever, partly because half of what he was learning was a repeat from his last school, and the other half was all he wanted to do was hang out with Megan. Twice he saw who the thought was this Todd, the guy who always seemed to be following Megan around in her wake, along with a trio or quartet of other girls. Yet in the flow of a school hallway and the tight schedule of sitting in one room then moving to the next to sit some more, neither were able to get close to each other until the buss ride home. Sam took seat across the isle from Megan, his bench seat empty hers the same. “I think you sent a text to the wrong person last night. Don't worry, I won't tell your mom about it. Or mine.” He gulped once, a split second to find his voice for the next comment that had been on his mind all day. “You. You didn't go out and get any weird underwear for me did you?” A second gulp came, he had one more thing on his mind, another bit to say but.... he stalled, and bit it back. "No, that text was for you," Megan winked, looking across the aisle and into his big, brown eyes. She dropped his eyes down to the crotch of his jeans and then back up to his eyes. She gazed into them for a moment, before adding, "And like I said, anytime." Before Billy had a chance to make any sort of reply the rest of their clique arrived. Jenny sat her ass down next to Megan. Sarah sat next to him. And when Todd came along looking for a place to sit Sarah asked Billy to stand up for a second. When he did, she pulled him onto her lap and Todd took the seat beside them. Sarah put an arm around Billy's waist and let it rest between his legs. All the talk started about the underwear party the next night. It would be at Todd's trailer as it was the only place that was sure to be parent free until early into the morning. The girls were excited, even Todd seemed to be, to learn that Billy would be there. Jennie said something about how it was about time they had some fresh meat to look at. Jackie and Kathy, two girls Billy didn't really know yet, were coming too. They went on about playing Twister and Truth-or-Dare. Megan piped up about the kissing games they usually played, but didn't go into any detail. It was about then that the seven-pack of colored briefs Megan had purchased came flying across the and landed in Todd's lap. Everyone voted on which color Billy should wear. Todd picked the white ones, but only if they were seen through. The girls burst into a fit of giggles." Which ones do you like, baby?" Sarah whispered into his ear, sucking at the lobe while her hand began to gently feel his cock through the denim of his jeans. Once he got home Billy got another text, this time from Todd...' If u want to get away from the girls tonight we could hang out' Squirming was a soft word to describe what Sam was doing sitting in Sarah's lap, both his butt cheeks clenched tightly and wiggled around on her lap. Tossed from a small quiet town stuck in the 1950s to this very open and lust filled group. Sam had been in the best of friendly japes before, so he took the whole brass thing being tossed around as just another joke. His cousin was a joker, nipping at him like a litter-mate at play, thing was, she had a whole pack around her that was now doing the same. Sam figured he best break in and decide the color himself before they dictated one to him. “The black ones! Please! Needed!” He covered his mouth, he had not expected such a squeaky word to come out of his mouth as Sarah sucked on his ear and grabbed his growing bulge. Sam was taken aback at just how hard he had become, and now she could tell through his jeans. He whispered “Don't tell Megan. h. How heir. Hard I am.” He closed his eyes tight hoping only she had heard his plea. Off the bus, he walked double time for his trailer, his tight jeans showing off his backside as he beat cheek for the safety of home. Inside he took a deep breath, turned on music, grabbed a snack, and turned on his laptop. Watching a popular British automobile show, he tried to shed his thoughts from his cousin's teasing, and the text that vibrated the seat of his pants. 'She was trying to rag him, and heck Todd just probably wanted to hang out, guy's did that. However, idle hands and a rushing young mind, soon found those certain websites with certain pictures, and Sam found the oral ones for some reason to be extra potent to him that afternoon. The sun set, the park went about it's evening rituals, the cat lady sat on her stoop and fanned herself, the few that started an early weekend sat in their little gardens with dangling colored lights moving in the breeze, and a seven-year-old drove his father's quad runner around the dusty roads until it ran out of gas. If all was set in fast motion, lively people streamed around the quiet and dark trailer that was Sam Wolfe's. Until nearly midnight. Sam emerged from the trailer, his mother off at one of the other patios for a late night date of her own. Quietly as if he thought he was being followed he padded toward where he knew the group would be. Slowly slipping around the trailer's front to sneak a peek at the back area under the awning. Both brown eyes bright and expectant to see girls in their panties, and ears straining to hear just what they were all up to. Under his pants he still had his boxers on, someone else had snagged the bag of briefs on the bus, one of Megan's pack likely had them. Sam couldn't be sure who had taken his new underwear, but he knows knew where they were. Megan and four other girls were passing a couple joints around and each was wearing a pair of his colored briefs. The opened package was off to the side with two pair inside and untouched. Instead of a pantie party they seemed to be having a Sammy's undies party. Beside the package was a pile of five panties." Did you hear him on the bus when Sarah kissed his ear and grabbed his crotch? It was so cute the way he squealed like a virgin cheerleader," Jennie laughed, the other girls joining in with a chorus of giggles. Comments about the new boy were being thrown back and forth. 'He has the cutest, little ass in the whole school'...' He is so dreamy when he smiles'...' Todd has a freaking boner for him'..." He's so sweet'...' I'd love to wipe my pussy over his face till I have multiple orgasms'...' We need to teach that pretty boy how to use his tongue'...' You think he is bi?'...' Maybe he is gay'...' We'll make him a pussy kissing slut'...' We'll wreck him'...' Once he Megan's tongue licking around deep up his ass he will beg for it more and more.'...the girl giggled. Jackie jumped up from her seated position wearing the black briefs that Sam had said he would wear back on the bus. She wiggled her as to the girls along with some song she hummed to herself. She pulled the back of the undies up until the cotton slipped into the crack of her ass. Jackie started to giggle and sing quite off-key, "My name is Sammy... I have a cute ass...take a picture with your Tammy...kiss it and I promise not to pass gas." Megan wrapped her arms around Jackie's waist and brought the girls' ass to her face. She bit it through the material. When they yelped the other girls, except one, surrounded her. One yanked off Jackie's tee revealing her naked boobs. They were small enough that she almost looked like a boy, almost. A second kissed her mouth a pinched at her nipples. A third stuck her hand down the undies and rubbed at Jackie's sweat sticky pussy. Megan had just pulled the tiny garment down from her end and buried her face in her friend's warm crack. Her tongue dabbed at Jackie's musty pucker. She was starting to lap at the funky hole... Sarah had spotted Sam out of the corner of her eye spying on them from behind a tree. She made her way around the trailer and moved quietly till she stood behind him. Her arms wrapped around him. Her hand gripped his cock for the second time that day. Only this time it was hard. Sarah pushed her crotch up against his ass, and breathed into his ear, "You're going to be the star of the party."" Hey, look who I found!" Sarah grinned, pushing Sam in their midst. Shoot, he figured they heard him coming, all that talk was just to keep him off balance. Girls didn't gawk over guys like this, guys talked about girls, but girls were more refined … right? That small town Sam had come from at least maybe they were. They know I'm here, they were talking girl stuff now they are just razzing me. Yet when their half naked pile of licking and kissing picked up, Sam's eyes grew large, and his lips parted in surprise. 'They were really working a scene now, all still to shake him up? Do people kiss that hard and get … that close to tease another?' He was about to take a step back when suddenly someone had him from the back, and front, body to the back and hand to his bulge. ’S. Star I'm no. “ He was pushed out into the pack, a flush growing on his face as she gave a sheepish smile. “I. o. a. T. That's where my underwear went... I should steal your underpants in return.” He crossed his arms as if being scolding, trying anything to turn the balance of power to his favor. “What would your parents say. Smoking.” Choosing to itemize their crime of smoking, rather than the dog-pile of third base worthy action. His scolding manner was a feeble attempt to try to gain some power of his own, now captive of the girl behind him and trying his best to remain in control of his mind and body, both which where on the verge of betraying himself. The girls ignored the words that were coming out of Sam's mouth for the most part. To them boy blabber didn't matter. All a boys mouth was for was licking pussy and sucking dick. Megan stood up and went to her cousin. She laid her arm on Sam's shoulders and looked deep into his brown eyes. She kissed his lips with the mouth that had been eating out Jackie's ass. Megan rubbed her nose back and forth against his. She whispered, "You're such a pretty thing, because. The prettiest boy in the whole fucking school. Relax, baby, you know I won't let anything hurt you. Now tell me, Sammy, do you like pussy? Or does it cock your mouth wants? What makes your boy-city hard?" The girls had gathered close around him ready to tackle him if he made any move to run. Unbidden, a soft moan escaped his lips as she kissed him, the forbidden kiss from a cousin laced with the whole idea of the act she had just been indulging in. Her world was forcefully rushing into his, clashing like warm salt water with cold fresh, mixing and churning in ways that were visible from space. Twice his legs made move to propel him away, yet a pair or trio or more of girl arms held him in place with only a minor rising of dust. His pants felt tighter as his bulge grew in Sarah's palm, the hem of his pants sliding further up his crack. He realized they were wanting an answer to a real question, mockery back would land him in a worse place he realized. He blurted out. “Pussy? I... yes. Pussy.” The words slipped out like a small chirp from a bird, cute and high-pitched. “I mean. g. Girls.” He corrected his words, opting to replace the harsh term with something a bit more polite. Quick gasps came from his mouth and hot puffs from his nose, the air brushing over his cousin's lips as he felt more fingers slide over his body. "I didn't ask if you like girls, Sammy. I asked if you liked pussy or cock," Megan replied, giving his soft lips another kiss. Sarah's hand and left his dick and busied itself undoing the front of his jeans. Jennie and Kathy were busy squeezing his cheeky set of butt cheeks while Jackie set herself to removing his tee up and over his head." Say pussy for me. Say you want to be our pussy kicker. Tell me how you want to be our pussy slut," Megan added, with another kiss. He was not going to have the time or the energy for a girlfriend. They would see to that. "You do like pussy, don't you honey?" The awning covered plot outside the trailer was spinning and all around his line of sight were girls fondling and undressing him. A gasp came from the boy as his pants were parted in front, a whimper as his shirt came up over his head, letting his brown locks dangle across his sweaty forehead. Both brown eyes darted from girl to girl, his cheeks under his pants clenched tightly.“P. Pussy. Pussy! Y. Yes m'ham, I'll say pussy. j. Just I always thought saying girls was more polite.” he tried to shimmy to the left, week to the right, he was flanked on all sides and all he managed was to kick up a bit of dust. Megan stepped back and stripped off her boys briefs. As she did the girls forced Sammy to the ground laying him on his back. Megan got down on her knees straddling her younger cousin's cute face. She faced his feet and pressed her pussy to Sammy's lips giving orders to the other girls to do what they wanted, but not to touch his cock. Jenny got into it first taking one of his feet and beginning to suck on his pink boy-toes one at a time. Sarah got down and dirty from the start. She crawled between Sammy's legs and sniffed at his funky taint that had accumulated his teenage boy smells during the day. She breathed deeply of the pretty-boy's scent before lapping at the tangy stickiness. Kathy suckled on his balls while Jackie fingered herself watching as the new boy was abused." Lick my freaking snatch, brat," Megan hissed, rubbing her hairy cunt over her young relative's smooth face. She pinched, twisted and tugged at Sammy's sensitive nipples until he started his tongue wagging. Sarah licked into straight boy's crack. She licked up and down the sweaty valley before settling her kicker on the super-tight fuck-pucker. Sarah began to dab and push at the boy-pussy with her tongue until it slowly squished into the snug opening." Fuck!" Megan growled, having her second orgasm. The older teen didn't just get wet. Megan was a squirter. By the time she lifted her muff off Sammy his face was sloppy with girl juice and his hair was matted to his forehead. Jackie was the next to take a seat. She was followed in turn by the other three girls. When it was over Megan told Jackie to get Sam water from the house and sat beside her wore out her cousin and helped him sit up. Are you okay, baby?" Outflanked, out-manned or more correctly womaned, and out-witted Sam was lost for words or actions as the girls disrobed him. He was aware of his shirt leaving and upending his brown hair, half away of his pants being undone and sliding down his thighs to reveal his boxers. A dark green pair with small coyotes printed on them in white. 'I should'a shown up on time, maybe chaos theory would have landed me a bit more control.' was his fleeting thoughts just as his underpants were suddenly tugged upwards, side to side, and down in a toying motion that let him know completely he was now loosing that last threshold of protection of his modesty. Thing was, he didn't really care, wasn't this what happened in all those erotic comics he would read online? 'This is the dream come to pass!' 'But... not here not now. An. And that's my cousin who's taking her … her. My underwear off in front of me.' Well, his underwear on her as her fellow imps were stripping him. 'Stop arguing' his own brain yelped at the two counter thoughts from before. But for the sake of enjoying it or just trying to regain a semblance of sanity, he didn't have time to figure that out as pressure on his shoulders and knees pushed him down and onto his back. So many, thighs, legs, arms, female bodies wrapped in little fabric hovering over his nude form, one even now was straddling him, lowering, such a beauty as well. Every boy would peek at pornography, think they knew exactly what female beauty looked like, but it never gave you the real effect. In real life it looked so much better, the luster of light dancing off real skin, the curve of flesh and imperfections that gave it all the character of real lust and real pleasure. The flower that rested above him, between such a set of legs, and with the perfect hemispheres of flesh of the butt, they were a thousand times better than anything he had trolled up online. The best part was, those seldom seen parts were slowly lowering toward his face. From down below, it was not easy to tell who it was, until the dangle of brown hair and the flash of an eye looking down toward his face from betwixt those legs above did he realize, it was Megan herself. Any protest was quickly muffled as the world went dark, his line of sight eclipsed by the pert supple butt cheeks of his cousin, her perfect behind and sex covering his face and blotting out almost all vision... except for those sweet cheeks that hovered just above his eyes. Half hard between his own legs, his average member stood half arose over his satchel. Both swimmers legs flexed as the others held him in place and manipulated his legs to spread. The smallest bit of pubic hair settled at the base of his shaft, a soft brown glow in the light of their late evening game. With the world blotted out from sight, except for the moments when Megan would arch her back in ecstasy and allow just a glimpse up her butt and back, Sam was left in a sensory torment. Lips and tongues slashed across his body, leaving what he could only image in his blindness as red marks of teeth, and the China gloss of spittle on his flesh. So many sensations came from so many places, places he never dreamed a girl would venture a taste. 'The only girl you knew, barely wanted to kiss Sam.' Words within his inner monologue which flowed out without conscious command from his own brain. Unbidden thoughts of lust that showed in his body as his own nipples and member hardened to their fullest in front of the girls and whomever by now was watching. Unbidden and unexpected yelps came from Sam's smothered face as Megan succumb to an orgasm, the first one catching him off guard just as much as the second. Hands curled in the dirt under his body clutching and squirming as he was given no choice but to indulge. Whenever he paused or grew sheepish in his lappings, Megan's twists of his nipples and threats of suffocation urged his correct behavior of licking to impress her. Learning the more he preformed, the less weight she applied and the more he might breathe. There was also one other little idea that ran through his mind over and over as she squirmed on him and her cronies swarmed his naked form. 'Touch my cock. Gods touch my cock!' No one did. As his legs were adjusted so another tongue could slide further up. Or, down further to his rear, a bite of a cheek and slide of something warm and wet through his crack made the boy bounce. Back arching as the sacred real-estate of his body was touched. Bucking more than once and trying to close his legs, yet the more he tried, the more they restrained and attacked his backside. Sam in his darkness of his cousin's thighs could only imagine the look from an out-of-body experience. Spread wide and being licked and fondled, his hard member standing above to survey the shiny butt-cheeks and crack being pinched, fondled, and probed. 'A taste of their own medicine' His mind retorted, maybe if he violated the same territory, that might prompt a truce, a calculated response of invasion. Sam tilted his head back with one of Megan's shifts of her weight, his own tongue sliding up past her well tenderized taint to her rear entrance. A slight bit of tooth took a butt cheek, a slash of his tongue on the other, and as she resettled his lips and tongue were able to find her own entrance. Learning from the strokes of whomever was between his cheeks, he did the same to Megan above, if she protested, he could protest to. Right? His own member was dripping, precut sliding down its many length, balls lifting to his body as an orgasm begged to hit. Yet, nothing of a true orgasm released, it was as if the boy had decided it was best to masturbate before coming to the party. All the better to not sprout a boner in front of the girls, if he was already sated for the evening. However with such stimuli from the girls, he was not forced to suffer the near constant charge of a nearing orgasm, and the dry click of a youthful stamina. Each new nether and ass combination that replaced the one before brought a sweet kiss of cool air to his messy face, goose flesh would rise on his form as the cum and juices would evaporate and release the heat of his body. Yet soon after more warm flesh and hot juices would return, making him turn a beat red as girl after girl mounted and sat on his face. It was not until the last girl that his constricting and desperate satchel lifted to almost press tightly into his body, and a true orgasm release up and onto his own belly. Trembling and riding the echos of such a climax, he wasn't aware of his surroundings until Megan held him offering him water.“Feel? I feel? “ He took a breath, a sip, and looked at his still hard member and the mess dripping down his chest and his own mess on his belly. “I. Never felt anything like... I...“ There was an obvious argument going on in his brain, debated by two exhausted entities of his self, one glowing in ecstasy, the other in shame. Yet, neutral answers verbally were countered by his bodies pure acceptance of the scenario. The young man might not find the words now, but it was more than likely that old self, the stuffy blanket that wrapped up the adventurous lusty side, was a little weaker than it had been before. "Baby, you smell like pussy," Megan laughed, leaning over and beginning to lick and suck at her cousin's sensitive and rather sweaty neck. By the time she was done she was planning on leaving Sam a big and juicy hickey. That should calm his mom's fears a little. Sarah sat on the opposite side a started sucking at his cock. Milking of it of whatever cum remained after his constant jerking off. When she had got all there was she let the again stiffening member slip from her mouth and sat back up." You were such a slut," Megan whispered, scooping his own cum from the boy's flat tummy and smearing both of his cheeks with the gooey teen-cream. Going back for more she then brought her wet fingers to his lips, and whispered, "Show all us girls what a little bitch you are. Suck up your cum from my fingers, pretty boy."" Why don't you go and find Todd? He will help you clean up. I don't think you want to go to your momma all messed up and smelling of sex," Jennie grinned, rubbing her pussy. Seeing the new boy abused had been such a turn on for her and the other girls. They loved fucking boys up, especially the cute ones like Sam. Being Megan's cousin saved him from being a target of the bullies, but didn't save him from the girls. No other girls that weren't part of their clique would be allowed to get near him. He was now part of their harem of boys that included more than just Todd. Once they had Sam confused enough sexually to the point he was willingly going somewhere private with other boys he would see less of the girls, but still continue to keep the other bitches away.Meanwhile, Kathy and Jackie took his boxers, tossed them in the dirt, and lit fire to them with the same lighter they had used to light the joint. When the fire was out Jenny tossed the pile of briefs and the stack of panties into Sam's lap. Megan told him he could choose to wear one of the briefs, or a pair of the panties to the underwear party the next night. And with that they sent him to go and find Todd or go home and risk his mom smelling an orgy on him. Who knew, that just might turn her on. A reluctant little bitch was more his speed at the moment. Melting to the tongue of the girl at his member, and flushing fiercely to the kiss of Megan nibbling at his neck. Yet as his cum was smeared on his face, he tempered a bit and curled up into a small ball. Or. Tried to anyhow. He never quite took a lick off Megan's fingers, yet he may have leaned in to smell at his own cum. Curious eyes watched the near and often totally naked girls around him burn his boxers and flaunt their nudity in such openness. He still was not quite comfortable in his nudity quite yet, however, his own bodily signals told all the right messages, lust, ecstasy, satisfaction. And despite his eyes focusing on the fire of his underthings, they were also sliding up and down the bodies of Megan's imps. Clutching the briefs, he fiddled around trying to quickly find one to cover his used bit's with. “I. I bet mom ain't even home yet, off at Ms Dallies place or something.” He quickly made excuses a dressed, yet in his haste it was not a polite pair of male briefs he manages to side into, but a cheeky burn hugging a pair of Jackies. A cute pinstriped purple pair that now enclosed his bulge and let half his behind stick out behind. For now, Todd was an afterthought, likely Sam would realize their host was the other guy, and he should at least say thanks for hosting at some point. Yet that thought wasn't about to come within the next ten minutes as Sam attempted to dress and make a hasty retreat. Thing was though, it should have taken a young man less than ten minutes to dress and run off, it was more like he was sticking around just to catch more glimpses at the girls, including one long stare at Megan's naked form. All the while, his bulge remained, ebbing from exhausted half-mast to rejuvenated erection fueled by his youth. Sam's mother was home, he whisked by her as fast as he could into their small bathroom to wash. Little was spoken between the two other than shy glances and her knowing smile. Sleeping in he managed to avoid her until she took off for her weekend job, leaving Sam to peek out through the blinds across the dusty streets of the trailer park, wondering if he should venture out. Back to wearing boxers, he saw the panties and briefs which sat on a chair, looking at him. Tossing a blanket over them, he found breakfast or. A mid-afternoon lunch. Six times he fiddled with his cell phone, someone had taken up the task of entering numbers into it for him, likely one of Megan's girls as he was held down. Twice he thought about calling Sarah, once another guy from the swim team, once even Todd, wondering if he should at least send a 'thanks' text. Then Megan’s number... “what the hell would I say?” He was pondering going swimming, or hiking, or just wander into town. His brain was thinking about activities, but his thumb was pressing the 'send' button on his phone. A one button pre-programmed message of “Thanks! :)” The worst part was, he had no idea which person he had just sent it to. Todd wasn't sure was Sam was thanking him for, but he headed over to the other boy's trailer to say 'hi' and see if he was alright after last night. Jackie called him first thing that morning and gave him a blow-by-blow description of all that had happened. Todd wore a yellow hoodie and jeans. Underneath he sported a bright yellow pair of boys bikini undies. In the pocket of his hoodie he had a red pair for Sam to wear to the underwear party that night in case he was still interested in going." Dude, are you okay?" Todd asked, brushing against the new boy as he stepped inside. He told Sam he had heard what happened the night before. They had done the same thing to him. They had to be the five horniest girls for miles. He knew it had to be especially rough for a straight boy like Sam to be treated by girl like that. They told him how they had never handled his cock, but that Sam had jerked himself off at least three times, maybe four. He is a slutty submit Jackie had said, laughing." Jackie had told me to give you these if you're still interested in going to the underwear party," Todd said, tossing him the boys bikinis. He had wanted to make a break from the girls for a while now. Todd just hadn't been sure how to do it. He had fantasized about Sam since the day he first met him." Girls can be such a pain. Especially Megan and her bitches," Todd said, sitting on the sofa and looking up at Sam. He said he would much rather hang out with guys. These girls were just too weird. Maybe the two of them could find some decent girls at school. He patted the sofa cushion behind him, and smiled, "Do you play around?" At first when Sam opened the door to see Todd, the boy took in a deep breath, a slight nervousness He had not seen Todd at the party, but it had been his place, had he been watching? Yet the casual remark and inquiry of 'are you ok' broke that away. Just a guy talking to a guy, in his own language and mannerisms. Sam's guard let down as he admitted Todd inside. Both had their guy on guy talk, the sort two or three might have out in the woods over a smoking fire when no girls were present. Talk of girls and their odd minds, the gender gaps that led to trivial misunderstandings that were more often comical than troubling. Megan's group, or the imps, as Sam referred to them seemed to carry the reputation as a pack that used cute guys. Todd looked plenty much like a good-looking guy, so it seemed his treatment at their hands much like Sam's should be taken as a compliment. Sam's responses were mostly answered with the typical male deflections, stretching the tale in one way or diverting it from a more embarrassing section, light mockery, japes, and laughs Aiden with ego and bravado used in guy to guy conversations. Sam hid his flushed at strategic points and made certain to avoid any mention of the girls licking at his rear. Instead, he tried to pass it off as just a heavy make out scene Of course if Todd had seen the events, or heard the girls play by play, he would know all of Sam's bark today, was for show, covering up that embarrassed slutty stubby that lay under those wet blankets of his old personality. The following announcement though, of another party and his suggested undergarments, and the follow-up, 'do you play around.' Sam seemed to shrink just a hair, eyes glossing up and darting around the trailer, anywhere but that spot which Todd patted the sofa.“I uh. Played around last night I mean... they... got me to...t.” He gulped, realizing he might have to backpedal a bit of his confidence the conversation before. “I. Mean, I've played around. A bit with... Megan's girls and... my old... well a bit with my old girlfriend.” A long pause, Sam's eyes slid over Todd, then to the spot on the sofa.' Todd's just a bro, he was saying girls are weird, what of us guy's don't think that.' Despite his visible reluctance, Sam lifted his jeans clad rear from his seat and took a seat next to Todd, as if by reflex and not a conscious action. Once his sweet pert rear touched the cushions he seemed to realize where he was, as if his body had just done it by itself. He sparked up that bravado again, the 'bro on bro' sort of talk. “I mean heck yeah, my old girlfriend and I would smash lips now and then, when...” Another pause. “When no one was looking.” A convenient bluff. Sam was not doing the best bluff, and despite his apprehension something had put him off guard, and here he was plopping his self right next to him, two guys sharing one end of a sofa. Granted it was a small sofa. Sam's brain generated excuses on excuses. "None of them want a boyfriend. They just want to fuck with your head. Even your cousin," Todd said, moving his leg up tight against the other boys when he sat close beside him on the sofa. Yes, he wanted to get into Sammy's pants in the worst way, but he was determined to lay out the truth. Todd knew what it was like to be a target of Megan and her Imps. It was best for any boys, not just them to avoid these girls. Besides Sammy, he knows knew of some other boys, who lived in an adjacent trailer park, that he had begun to become tight with. Together they were now able to stand up to the girl. Todd would have tried to save him from the girls even if the kid didn't have a sweet ass." They ate your ass out, right? They did the same to me," Todd continued, knowing he had after hearing the whole story from Jackie. She had seemed quite pleased with the girls and herself. He also told Sammy that if they hadn't tried to make him eat his own cum they would. And again, he knew they had, but that the kid had resisted. They would keep trying until they succeeded." Then the dildos and the stations would come out. Believe me, I know," Todd added, telling Sammy that if he always wanted to have his ass as the center of attention in a gang bang all he needed to do was continue to hang out with Megan and her girls. Plus they will blab to the other girls at school to keep them away from you. They want to keep you as their boy. Then when they get bored they will dump you for another pretty boy." They're going to get you with other boys too. That really turns them on," Todd said, putting his arm around Sammy's shoulders. "Just stay with me and the guys. We'll keep those bitches away from you. And we have underwear parties too. We just don't get weird like their parties do." “Yours. Don't get weird?” Sam was stuck, gulping with every new bit of information, they were going to try to.... and... and then... and Todd and the other guys had underwear parties too? Sam realized just how close to Todd he was sitting, he closed his eyes for a second to think. 'No different from ridding on the swim team bus to a game, hip to hip with tight bikinis on under the warm-up pants.' His sensibility was using logic, but his erratic side was a rush of the girls voices, all in his head making fun of his ass and eyeing his naked self, approaching with rubber and glass toys.“Each!” Sam realized he had drifted off for more than just a half a second, more like five, and jerked to a tall sitting posture as Todd was leaning in close.“A. A a party with the guys. m... might sound good. Um. To. To hedge against the imps and their plans and plots.t. They would really dump me for someone else? What happens to the dumped guys?” Sam was running dozens of scenarios in his head, one where he gave in to the girls, one where he stood up to them, one where he found other girls to defy the imps, one where he hung out with Todd and the others. And more and more possibilities rushed by in a millisecond.“I mean... Bro's out in the woods. You know... chopping down trees and . Things.” His machismo and bravado lasted for a half a second, before his eyes softened and looked at Todd with a whimper. “What the hell am I gonna do Todd. My. My cousin is... you know.” He bit his lower lip... then quietly confessed. “And. I kind'a want'a go to her party tonight... gods I don't know why. Just. Are you?” "The dumped guys always come running to us. One way, or another, you're going to be with me and the boys anyway," Todd said in a soft voice, gently beginning massage the back of the new boys neck. He had to be careful. He didn't want Sammy running away. Furthermore, he had to balance letting the pretty teen know that he really was trying to help him and trying to get him to play around. Most boys that he knew played around and hoped Sammy wasn't any different. Maybe he would be more comfortable after they fooled around and forget about those bitches who didn't give two shits about him. Even his cousin Megan viewed him as a piece of ass." You like to make out?" Todd whispered, leaning in and giving Sammy's ear lobe a flick with his tongue. “Eh he.” A nervous laugh came from Sam as his ear was licked. The old wet blanket version of his personality was folding up, wanting to be polite but resist. The inside half of him wasn't necessary sparking to the advance either, but was still at minimum curious, peeking out through a gap to see just what was happening. The thought processes result was a nervous Sam who while being polite and flushing fiercely, was staying defiant for the nonce. A gulp was followed by a quick glance over to Todd, then a look to his own lap where his hands had sat themselves.“Who doesn't like to make out. I mean I did last night right? Just...” Taking in a deep breath Sam's mind ran a thousand different scenarios again, in a rush of information that rushed by leaving nothing of use in their wake. “Just. I think I'm gonna see if I can handle the girls for now. I mean. Yes I want to get to know the guys too. Um.... Will you be at the next party with Megan?” It was a skillful deflection, much of Sam didn't want to chase Todd off, but also he just wasn't quite to that level yet of leaning in to kiss another man. Though that adventurous new sense of self which was way down deep was curious, even it had yet to really question its own sexuality. If Todd could take one thing from Sam's signals, there was a seed planted, it just needed a little time to germinate.“If you go tonight to Megan's thing. I'll go. Deal?” Sam had turned to face Todd, looking into his eyes, not a puckered set of lips ready for a kiss, but a fist bump setting up a line for a future opening to curiousness. One where both would likely be garbed in less than even a swim team suit.

I want you to meet my cousin. (traci80 and Patchygrizz)|rating:3.0

Dark Radiance (Lomesa and Wistful Dream)

Summer rain glistened on the river stones that paved the training yard and the trees surrounding it were verdant and noisy with life. The patter of rain on his helm and armor was almost enough to drown out the beating of Nitrogen’s heart. He glanced at their queen, tall and proud and eternal as the forest where she had founded her kingdom. The rain did not touch her golden hair and unkissed skin, but ran down her ward like it was glass. She was here for a reason, and she would be watching. Nirolen bowed deeply as some of the other recruits gathered around the circle painted hastily in whitewash. Their monarch had lost several valued fighters to the Mercurial trapped inside it. The ill-fated hunting party had brought him back along with the broken bodies of the men and women who had died to protect their queen. If Nitrogen was able to win their queen’s challenge by besting the creature he would become the youngest member of the queen’s personal guard. It was the highest position a man could hope for in the court. If he was able to gain the respect of the queen he might finally be able to give a voice to men that risked their lives in her name every day. He had watched many others try, and fail, studied the way the grizzled creature fought and a replayed the memory over and over, analyzing every moment. The others were not surprised at his decision. He had excelled at training from the start and had settled into the position of leader as naturally as he had in the games of his childhood, despite being a male. He drew his sword and entered the ring. The creature crossed the circle. It took Nitrogen by surprise, but had seen the uncanny speed at which the creature moved. There was a screech of metal as the creatures claws slid over his armor as he sidestepped the creatures grasp. He was about to get behind the creature when something heavy swung against his ankles. Nirolen realized his mistake even as he broke his fall with a well practiced roll and was back on his feet in an instant. He could hear his sword clattering over the pavement even before he watched it come to a standstill outside the ring. He drew his dagger and his stance changed fluidly even as he suppressed his embarrassment for after the fight. Nitrogen frowned and he shut out the crowd. The monster had always let its opponents attack first. He scanned the creature, looking for an explanation for its change in behavior. It came for him again, going from still, except for the slow flicking of its tail, to sprint so quickly Nitrogen almost didn’t have enough time to finish the move that resulted in a shallow cut on the creatures' thigh. The creature was unfazed, but shifted, angling its wounded side away from Nitrogen. He wondered if the Mercurial was aware of the irregularity in its gait that had betrayed the weakness that Nitrogen had used to his advantage. His grip tightened on his dagger and he charged. He knew the creature would expect him to feint to the side. Only a fool would take him straight on when the creature’s reach exceeded their own by far. Nitrogen dropped at the last second and slid between the creatures feet and turned to slash at the back of its knee. Black blood erupted onto his blade and ran over the leather padded gloves he wore. He coughed as the acidic stench of corrupted magic hit the back of his nose and throat. The creature faltered for a moment, blood streamed down its leg onto the pavement and swirled into the rainwater pooling on the stone beneath its feet. Nirolen bit back a cry as the creature grabbed him by the hair and yanked him upright. Its other hand tightened around Nitrogen’s wrist and squeezed until he let his dagger fall with a clatter. The creature’s hand moved from his hair to his throat and pushed him up against the invisible wall of the barrier that kept the two combatants inside the circle. When he struggled, kicking at the Mercurial’s chest it drew him away from the barrier and smashed him back into it with a force that rang through his skull and left him gasping even before the creatures grip tightened around his neck. His vision came back into focus and Nitrogen tried to find some kind of weakness in the creature’s snarling face as he tore at the crooked fingers that might have been bands of iron against his throat. He could barely hear the creature’s rapid breathing over his own desperate gasps. Nitrogen managed to pry a finger from his neck and bent it back until he heard a crack and the creature growled, narrowing its whiteless black eyes at him and broke Nitrogen’s wrist with a sudden twist. Nirolen cried out, but refused to gasp out the words that would end the fight and return the air to his lungs. And he was rewarded, because just as he was slipping from consciousness the creature’s grip relaxed, and it tipped forward like a felled tree, its crushing weight settling on Nitrogen for a moment before the barrier shocked it back into wakefulness and the scent of burnt hair filled the surrounding air. Nirolen lay gasping. He reached for his fallen dagger, staring at the creatures clawed feet, and hoped that he would recover before the creature could regain its bearings. When he got back to his feet and backed away from the creature he was stained with the creatures black blood head to foot. He wiped the worst of it from his face with his good hand. The blood running down the creatures leg had already slowed to a trickle, but the wound had served its purpose and when the creature turned, it was slowly. Nirolen relaxed his stance and frowned at the creature before him. It had the look of a trophy. He had hunted enough to know when he was looking at animal that had fought its way to dominance and thrived. It was the stag with its heavy head of twelve pronged antlers, the scarred wolf that had raised many litters with its mate and defended its territory savagely. The stories his father had told him as he had stared wide-eyed at the taxidermist beasts in his mother’s hall. The creature towered above him, massive, even compared to its own kind. Its mane of unkempt black hair was streaked with gray, and it wore the scars of numerous battles. Mercurial varied greatly in appearance, but the specimen he was looking at was strange enough for him to wonder if it was completely natural. It had the look of two unevenly halved creatures stuck together down the middle. It was disconcerting how the harsh, angular… almost familiar features of the left side of its face contrasted with the disfigured and demonic right side. They kept it naked as any animal and let it fight with tooth and claw. It was much stronger than any elf and almost as fast. And half of this specimen was covered in scales and spikes as tough as any armor. Nirolen was not pleased with the Mercurial’s condition, however. It had a gaunt look to it, the gray skin under its deep set eyes dark, almost bruised looking. The rain had served to enhance its stench as well and Nitrogen could detect the unmistakable smell of infection. The creature’s chest rose and fell rapidly, its ribs too prominent. Nirolen understood why the creature had launched its sudden attack and had fought with such a brutal simplicity. It had known its strength would not last long. Nitrogen felt cheated. He wondered if the creatures' weakness was the reason why his instructor had finally allowed him a chance in the ring. It would be no true test of his worth if the challenge he faced was easier than the one faced by those before him. He slid his dagger back into its sheath, keeping his eyes on the creature as he cradled his broken wrist to his chest.“I yield,” he said and backed out of the ring. He would take the risk of convincing his instructor for a rematch after the Mercurial had been healed rather than an empty victory.***The creature opened his eyes. Above him, the strange bright one was reclining on one of the massive beams, one leg swinging from his perch. Music from his panpipes drifted down along with dust dancing in the rays of sunlight that entered the stables from the small, high windows. Ruk propped himself up against the watering trough in the stall slowly, fighting the lightheadedness that threatened to overwhelm him. He turned his head and as he expected there was a plate of food beside him. He swept his tail over the river stone floor and brought his meal closer with the scrape of wood on stone until it was within his reach. The chunks of venison looked promising despite his nausea so he picked them out of the mixture of roots and leaves. The light ones ate like other forest creatures. Not enough meat to satisfy his hunger, but he had lived on less. In his dreams he snuck into the stalls of the herd beasts around him to tear their throats and eat their flesh raw, like an animal. His manacles clanked as he turned to drink deeply from the trough. After that he tested the strength of his bonds out of habit, rather than any real attempt at escape. He looked at the half circle of metal sunk into the floor to which his chain was tied. In the early days he had managed to warp it and had cracked the floor where it covered the heavy block of metal that hoop must be attached to. Now his wrists and ankles were too raw to work at it for long. He listened to the music as he lingered on the edge of consciousness and wondered why the bright one hadn’t killed him. There was nothing left for him but death. No hope of escape. If the archers keeping guard didn’t bring him down there was an endless green ocean of trees to get lost in. UK would fight, and take pleasure in every bead of red blood he drew from the bright ones that challenged him. When they walked him past the crowd he would search their faces and meet the eyes of those he had scarred. He wanted to be done with the waiting. He had nothing left but memory and that was good for nothing but longing and guilt and regret. UK had lost seven of his brother’s sons and a dozen other unbloodied boys on the initiation rite that had led to his capture. He had seen many dice, but their death was eating at him as much as the hunger. The music turned sad and UK glanced up in annoyance. He emptied his plate into his bucket and sent it spinning through the air until it collided with the strange bright one’s head, and he fell from his precarious perch. There was a soft thump as the bright one landed on his feet. After a few minutes it appeared at his stable door, eyes narrowed into slits. He spoke in their mountain-stream tongue, the bright ones angry words like pebbles hitting water and UK showed his teeth in a grin. The bright one would have his revenge in the form of some petty prank, UK was sure of it. The strange bright one was full of tricks and music. Even while he worked he whistled. Sometimes the other bright ones who tended the herd beasts and cleaned the stables joined him in a game of birdlike calls. It was something he had known bright ones did. In the stories' death came unseen from the trees and the only warning was the whistling. And in a forest teeming with life the sound would easily be lost to one who did not know what to listen for. The stable door opened and the bright one turned away from his stall. UK sank back to his bed of straw and curled his tail around himself. The blood he had lost in the fight had sapped his strength to nothing, and he had barely made it back to his stall. His body felt heavy from it. He was only faintly aware of an unfamiliar voice speaking to the strange bright one as he drifted into the black. "Lass, you know you shouldn't be in here." Lyre's voice was nearly as familiar as her father's, raspy with age but also laced with a laugh. He was, after all, her father's best friend, and the entire reason she knew of the creature that had been brought to the stables to heal. It had been a subject of debate for several long evenings, with her father, Alvin resistant to the idea of her going to the stable though Lyre had asked many times." I'm just here to visit the new horses, Lyre." Her reply was not the most convincing, Melisande knew that, but the man before her was nearly uncle to her and one of the few full-blooded elves she felt any measure of peace around. And she was akin to the daughter he had never had, his star pupil as well with a gift that rivaled his own for working with the wild things of their far-flung, remote kingdom. Here, where everything remained so much the same, he had taught her to cherish the fleeting nature of life, to try and accept herself even if she was so markedly different from the rest of the wood elves. And so now he sighed, giving a shake of his head with a rueful grin, "I suppose I can't truly complain, I only have myself to blame for your fascination with all the living creatures. Very well, you may remain but do not tarry long near the cage. That beast sent me for a spill just this morning and my ass still hasn't recovered."" Were you poking at him with your music again?" Unusual violet eyes went to her mentor then, the young woman giving Lyre a lopsided smile that revealed the dimples in her heart shaped face framed by wild curls the color of raven wings that made her fair skin all the more apparent. Her father often said she was akin to the moon and night sky, but she knew such words came largely out of the need to convince her she somehow belonged among the people here when she was so clearly an outsider. Blond, brown, even glorious red hair, were far more common among the elves of the wood, colors that would blend into the forest. Some were as fair skinned as she, though most tanned over long years. At the age of seventeen she had still never gained one bit of sun kissed gold to her alabaster flesh. The slant of her eyes, large though they were, and the delicate points to her ears were what confirmed she did indeed have some bit of elf in her blood; they were counted by the fact that she was petite compared to the long, svelte bodies of her father's people, and that she decidedly had the lush curves more fitting of a human woman. Lyre never made her feel out of place, no, over the years he had praised her strength, the fact that her wide hips gave her better grounding to deal with some of the more temperamental beasts they had healed. Now he simply ruffled her loose hair with a roll of his eyes." Mayhap I was, he still had no need to fling a bucket full of his dinner." At that Melisande frowned, concern flashing in her gaze as she glanced down the length of the stable toward where the beast's stall lay, just beyond." The Mercurial will not eat?" A shake of Lyre's head confirmed, "He hardly moves when resting of late." A long stare and then a sigh, "I'm grateful you came, I know Alvin did not wish you to see the Mercurial, but the Queen demands him healed enough to suit Nitrogen’s request." It turned her stomach to think of such a thing, to heal any being, creature or person, only to let them go to their death. It was why her father had refused to ask her to look at the being kept captive. He was their best trainer of the wild beasts they slowly domesticated, the fierce predatory birds, the hunting felines and wolves. Between Alvin and Lyre there had been no doubt she would grow up working with wild things, and after all animals cared not if she were curvy rather than slender. A touch to her mentor's hand, a resignation in her eyes for she knew this tortured him just as much; his rage that he kept hidden but simmered in his beloved emerald eyes were why she had come. And it was likely why he played for the Mercurial, why he attempted to goad the beast into some sort of response other than simply apathy." I will see what I can do." Gently she pressed up, and he leaned down, so that she could brush his cheek with a kiss of affection before turning her route down the stable's central aisle. Melisande moved with hardly a sound, her well-worn boots soft soled as she made her way past countless stalls. She was dressed for work, rather than beauty, in loose flowing trousers of dark loam hue, and a dark pine green tunic that hid most of the swell of her breast, the flare of her hips. As if in the loose clothing she might appear more slender. Around her hips lay her healing kit, recently replenished. Many of the horses perked at her presence, and came to be greeted, demanding their due of attention. She laughed for the spirited stallions, and cooed at the sweeter geldings and mares, murmuring praises to the majestic harts, giving them each a bit of her affection; it was easy to linger among them and calm herself with the caress of their familiarity and joy. Yet eventually the stalls were left empty, a buffer between the mounts and the largest stall at the end, reserved for more exotic beings. Inhaling to gather her courage the maiden stepped closer yet, against the door of the stall and there she unbolted it, slipping inside before there was a chance to second guess herself. What lay within, curled on its side, was without a doubt massive. It was not often she felt slight of size, though she was diminutive always. Even full-blooded elves might feel slight before this beast though, even curled on his side and slumbering with the length of his tail wrapped around him. Thick, wild black hair, near as black as her own, was streaked with gray and silver, hinting at the age of the beast. Curious eyes noted the powerful muscle of its shoulders and torso, even in thighs, a creature bred for war. And there her heart twisted in sorrow at the thought. To be born with only one purpose, and to have it be such a violent end was cruel. Yet since the Mercurial had been brought her visions had come more frequently, her senses heightened. Her magic told her he was weak, infection and blood loss both. Slowly she exhaled and upon her next breath began the healing chant that would keep the beast asleep while she examined him. No one other than Lyre would have dared to come so close, but Melisande cared first for healing and only second for her own safety. Gentle, pale hands glided down his shoulders, along his back, noting the spikes and avoiding them even as she noted countless nicks and still healing wounds. Nitrogen's sword had wounded the Mercurial behind his knee, so it was there she turned her attention first, sinking to her knees as soft, cool hands found the clotted blood. Her left hand went to her kit, removing the potion she used to purge infection by feel of the corks' relief. Lifting it she tugged the cork free of the small glass bottle with her teeth, bending to gently remove the dried blood until she could pour the liquid directly into the wound. Swiftly she discarded the bottle and followed it with a press of her hands, inhaling as she felt the heat of him against her, this wild unnatural thing. Yet still there was enough in him that was in her knowledge to heal. Her song shifted, softer, deeper now as she coaxed the infection to burn itself to nothing, as she began to knit together the ruined skin. Eventually she had to stop, swaying against the creature with a ragged pant. The infection was deep, and some part of the Mercurial seemed to be fighting against her aid. One of the first lessons she could remember was to avoid burning her own self out to save another creature, and so she respected her limits and withdrew, wiping her hands on the material of her trousers before withdrawing a ribbon to tie back her hair. Well, she had gone as far as her magic would take her, but that didn't mean she couldn't help more. Curious she investigated the stall, wondering if there might be more hints as to his condition. The straw stank with the infection, and there was no outside light that penetrated here. Her lips compressed with her frown as she noted the food that had been whirled against the beam, now scattered. Carefully she picked it up, shaking her head. Marching to Lyre with bucket in hand Melisande stopped before him, "You were trying to feed him as we would feed a wounded elf."" Yes, so?"" So, clearly his diet is different. Did you not look more closely at what he eats and does not?"" Not truly." Melisande sighed, lifting the bucket of discarded food." He eats the meat. So give him only meat. I know we do not have much comparatively, but I think meat, perhaps some broth and bread would be best. And he needs sunlight, proper sunlight. Not just what comes from the windows. His straw needs changing."" Sweetling.... he just needs healed enough to fight. We can't....you can't, care any more than that." Her shoulders went back, aware that he thought her too tender-hearted by the cautious note in his voice." You asked me to heal him, this is what is needed to restore his strength. I need to bandage the wound, and then I'll go for today." She turned on her heel, not daring to linger as she left the bucket before him and retreated to the creatures' cell like stall. Soft linen the young maiden pulled from her kit, smearing the still healing wound with a salve that should help it close before wrapping it carefully. Yet she had not thought to sing upon returning, trusting the power of her earlier song to keep the Mercurial in slumber as she worked, fair cheeks flushed with hectic color. Someone was touching him. The knowledge shattered his pleasant dream. It had been a half memory of his child self curled up ready to sleep, warm, with a full belly and the sound of females talking as they finished up their work before settling in for the night and children roughhousing on the sleeping pallets after their mothers had sent them to bed. Ruk kept still, giving no indication that he was awake. He felt fabric move against his skin in addition to the steady, purposeful touch of someone completing a task. He could sense the light one’s glow even without opening his eyes. It was unusual, not as blindingly bright as it should have been, considering how close it was to him. He opened his eyes, curious. As he had guessed, a light one was tending to the wound on his leg. It seemed a little short in stature and the style of its dress was a little different from the few light ones he had seen outside their armor. And like the armor, the light one’s clothing his its gender from him, and he didn’t trust his judgement on the matter anymore, not after he had seen the fighters training shirtless as they led him to the circle. He had been shocked to discover a great many were female. Small breasted and wiry much in the way the males were, despite the abundance of food they had access to. He doubted they bore their young very well with bodies like those. A female of his kind wouldn’t even be able to enter rut with so little resources to spare for a potential litter. What this meant was even stranger. Their females fought alongside their males, spoke and moved freely between them. He had even begun to harbor the suspicion that their leader was in fact female too. It was bizarre. Even the humans, with their robust and constantly fertile females, had a more natural division of roles between the sexes. Ruk considered his bleak future. He had half understood why the last light one he had fought had not claimed his victory and resented the armored warrior for cheating him of death when it has been so close. And now, they had sent in a healer. The brow on his good side drew down. His body felt languid and unnaturally heavy, but there was some potential in this situation. The healer was within the reach his chains afforded him. It was easy to get his leg under him from his position on his side and move into a crouch and make a clumsy, stumbling lunge towards the healer. He caught the bright one by its shirt, yanking it off balance and allowed his uncooperative body to fall forward. His weight would be enough to keep the healer pinned. It took him much longer than it should have for him to orientate himself, but the familiar scratch of hay under his cheek helped. The bright one had landed on its back with him sprawled half over her. Their faces were almost level. He had easy access to its throat. UK moved in closer, judging quickly where the bright one’s life vein would be and grazed the spot with the two-inch incisors of the bad side of his face before the heavy sleep overcame him again. He came to shortly after and drew back, confused at the lack of screaming. Standing from her work, with every intent to fetch more bandages to ensure that her work was well done, Melisande was not in the least prepared for the abrupt surge of movement from the slumbering creature upon the hay. From sleep to waking he came, moving with an agility that spoke of the detested link between elves and Mercurial, but so too of the feral creatures they were based off of. He caught her by the loose tunic that hid the truth of her body that did not fit with the others, using that excess of fabric to yank her forward until she was toppled to the ground with the beasts sheer weight pinning her down against the crushed straw and hard wood of the ground. She yelped as her back hit the floor, more out of surprise than anything but the sound was the only one she made even as his weight held her in place. Very likely Lyre at least, if not others, would hear her if she screamed. But that would do her patient no good at all, and so the young female held in her cry and struggled to regather both her breath and her thoughts that had been rattled from the impact against the stable floor. In the position they were in now she was aware he would likely tell how different she was from the other elves, shorter, curvier, out of place. But perhaps, as speculated, he didn't have the intelligence needed to understand that. Certainly she had never heard of Mercurial being highly intelligent or even able to carry any sort of conversation. Too akin to the animals with which they had been created. And with an animal the raven haired half blood knew exactly what to do. Which was to remain still as the massive creature gathered itself, no doubt startled by her appearance at his side. She didn't flinch away when his sharp teeth brushed against her neck, and did not protest when he promptly fell asleep once more over her. So the spell was still working, slightly. While the Mercurial slept she gingerly attempted to push him away, counting on the same strength of limb that had helped her to move harts in foal and at times wild bears. But this beast was too large for even that strength, and so with a sigh she settled back onto the hay strew floor, awaiting his rousing to coax him from her. She could certainly sing to him to prompt his obedience, but she disliked overusing that particular bit of her magic, of which she had less than most others. Most of the time animals simply worked with her, trusting her from how she acted rather than respelled them. Eventually her prediction became true, with the giant Mercurial stirring, lifting enough that she exhaled in relief and offered up a bright smile." I'm sorry if I frightened you, I was just tending your leg which should be on the mend now." She shifted slightly, squirming to illustrate her predicament with no care for how the fabric of her tunic pulled tight, hinting at the curves she routinely bound down as flat as possible. "Please move, I can hardly breathe like this." Her hands gestured, indicating his body moving off of her own, Melisande's tone cheerful, soothing, as if she weren't in the least bit terrified to be pinned beneath the body of what could only be a predator that if he desired to could easily kill her. But she was no more afraid of him than she had been the rabid bear the month before, though Lyre had given her a lecture about that particular discovery. A soft hand came to rest on the arm nearest her, fingers taking care around the spikes that flared out from his skin as her touch settled, a caress to sooth following. He was fascinating, rather than frightening to a girl who was far more at ease around wild creatures than her own kind, or half of her kind anyway. Her eyes found his gaze, her own bright and earnest as she smiled once more, night black hair wild around her flushed, pink cheeks, "I'm Melisande, and though you may not understand me I promise I am here to help you." Not only did the light one fail to scream, but it smiled at him too, a flash of blunt, harmless white teeth that was so unexpected that UK forgot what he had been about to do. His gaze dropped to the light one’s throat and the curve of its chest. A female? He eyed the neckline of the light one’s shirt distrustingly, even as he became aware of the softness of the body trapped half beneath him. His eyes returned to the light one’s face. She had started talking to him soothingly. He watched her as she spoke, her hand gestures lost on him as he contemplated her behavior. She should have been calling for help or using her magic to subdue him. He could still feel the lingering effects of her earlier spell resting on him like a heavy blanket. Her face was a little different from the angular features of the light ones, tempered somehow. UK frowned. There was something unusual about the female pinned under him, in more ways than one. Then she struggled beneath him, and he lost the trail of his thought once again as he stumbled onto the bloody, well trodden path of the fantasies he had entertained on the long nights of his captivity. They had featured the light ones that had been responsible for the death of his brother’s sons and their golden queen. The healer with her gentle glow couldn’t have been more different from those hunters, but along with the first flicker of arousal came the familiar desire to snuff out her light. She spoke again, sounding a little winded. Although he only understood a couple of the words she was uttering, the tone of her speech was familiar to him. It took UK a moment to place it, but when he did, he found himself darkly amused, his lips pulling back from his teeth in an expression that was more snarl than smile. He was familiar with the disgust and disdain the light ones treated him with. Had not expected anything different. It had always been blatantly clear that the other peoples of the world viewed his kind as inferior and by nature evil. Sometimes UK was tempted to agree. They did what they had to do in order to survive in the harsh desert that they called home and the hostile lands outside it. But this-he had not realised that the light ones viewed them as animals. His stay in the stables took on a new meaning, and he felt foolish for not understanding their treatment of him sooner. He was startled when he realised that she was touching him. Petting him, he thought. A small part of him found the idea humorous, but the scaled skin of his bad side did not detect touch well and had always found the flaw in his perception unsettling. It was a vulnerability that could, and had, been used against him. UK shuddered and rose to his knees, still over her. He almost toppled over backwards, unsteady from her spell, but managed to prop himself up with the muscular top half of his tail. He winced as his joints cracked in his strange position, righted himself, and backed away to the water trough. Ruk dunked his head into the cold water in the hope that it would clear his sleep-addled mind and his unfocused thoughts. He sat down against the trough afterward, as was his habit. He looked at the healer, the tip of his tail flicking thoughtfully. UK was disturbed that the light one had touched his cursed flesh and had smiled at him while she did it, but if she did think he was a dumb beast to be nursed back to health he could endure some petting. For the first time since his capture he saw a way out that didn’t end in his death. A seed of a plan. It was a glimmer of hope, one that might fail him in a thousand different ways. The first of which would be if the healer failed to return. He looked down at his bandaged leg and realised how much better he felt after just one visit. UK stood slowly and walked towards the light one slowly until his chains drew tight. The light one that played music knew exactly how far UK could reach and had always made sure to stay outside the small circle of movement that the chain afforded him. UK could not touch the farthest corners or walls of his cell. If he could, he had broken through the wooden panels of his stall long ago. The chains chinked as he lifted his arms until they were at the level of his chest, his elbows bent. He closed his hands into the closest thing to a fist that they could get and leaned his weight against the chain. UK sank to his knees, knowing that the strain would reopen the half-healed wounds on his wrists. When he had first arrived, half mad with grief and rage, he had fought the chains until blood ran down his numbed hands. At some point his constant tugging on the manacles must have chipped off some of the bone at the joint of his wrist, because there had been splinters in the pus that had oozed from beneath the manacles. Not long after that the pain had started running up his arm, all the way to his elbow. It was a deep, throbbing pain that that came and went as his wounds on his wrists drained. Ruk gave the healer a half-hearted snarl and lowered his head, the manacles a grating and much too tight around his swollen wrists. It was the type of agony that was almost blinding. All he needed her to see was the blood. With any luck she would continue to be as brave and foolish as she had been so far and come back to him soon. The beast was surprised by her calmness, that was not new to her, not truly. Most creatures that were frightening were so used to people simply replying out of fear rather than patience and compassion. For Melisande, it was only natural to be both those things, they were necessities with her own mixed blood placing her forever jut outside the circle of acceptance, of belonging. And so she found her place in tending the wounded beings that did not belong in this city of trees and ephemeral beauty any more than she herself did. Attentive eyes watched as he stilled above her, as the male tensed and then drew back his lips from his teeth in a snarl that likely had terrified plenty a poor soul. It did not make her fear him though. Truth was with most creatures, elf, human or beast alike, the most dangerous seconds were the first few of exposure, and he hadn't moved to kill her instantly. Only to render her powerless, likely so he could ascertain the risk she presented. And the half blood knew she was no risk to anyone. Eyes the color of twilight watched him, waiting for his decision even as the Mercurial attempted to frighten her. If she acted afraid though he would think to bully her, and that would never do while she was healing him. Relief came when he rose at last, her body gratefully gasping for a deep breath of air that revealed a bit more of the body beneath the loose tunic, hinting at the difference between her and the others of her kin. Not that it mattered with how he was moving, clearly unsteady, akin to a drunkard though she suspected it was her spell song that addled his wits. A wince of sympathy came when his joints audibly popped, watching curious as he moved away toward the water trough set up within his chain's span with a thoughtful expression even as she pushed herself up to sitting. Unlike many of the higher born court ladies Melisande did not mind the hay that clung to her dark curls, the dirt now smeared into her green tunic. Indeed, she had often ended up in worse condition after first meetings with other patients over the years. Instead, she was rapt upon the Mercurial's actions, noting how he seemed to be using the water to try and clear his mind, settling beside it to look at her with a flick of his tail that reminded her of how the hunting cats acted at times. Though if she were to pair him with an animal that she had worked with before it would most likely be a dire wolf, there was something about the way he moved, the intelligence in those keen, dark eyes that made her think he was far more than the others thought. But then she was more than they considered her, and while she was not detested as a mutation the way the Mercurial she was still a reminder of impure bloodlines. For all that he had moved off of her the raven haired half blood didn't rush away from him, staying seated well within his grasp as she observed him moving. It was impressive to see him stand to his full height, near nine feet as far as she could gauge. Seated she was tiny compared to him, even with the lush curves that made her stand out among the others. The Mercurial seemed to be testing his bonds, or maybe his range of motion, but he sparked her into motion when her keen nose caught the scent of blood and infection. That had her scampering to her feet, paying not one bit of mind to his snarl as he lowered his head, and she moved in closer. Often times in the past the only way to handle a wild creature that by rights was a predator was to simply act like she expected them to obey her. It had worked with the griffins after all, and the dire wolf pups she had raised, that reminded her of him. So now Melisande tugged gently at the Mercurial's hand nearest her, a massive thing that made her own seem so small in comparison as she gently pressed against the skin, nose wrinkling and lips compressed to note the way his skin was hot and clammy to the touch. Getting them to let his arms free would be hard, the quandary of it had her nibbling her lower lip absently as she stared at his bound wrists, though there would be less to lose with her. Reaching into her healer's kit with her free hand she pulled out a bottle that held another cleansing brew, holding it up so the Mercurial could see it clearly and mimed pouring it over his wrists. "This is going to help you, I vow it." Having given at least somewhat of a warning she tugged the cork free with her teeth, spitting it out as she poured a small portion of the tic turn into her own hand and then used her other hand to softly dip a fingertip into the brew and touch just that little bit to his skin and weigh the response. She didn't want to poison him after all. As it didn't seem to bother his unmarred skin she swiftly poured the remainder around the manacles to ease the welts and infection. "I'm afraid that as much as I can do today but tomorrow I'll see about taking you outside, I need to get a better idea of how to work with you and that clearly won't happen to you penned up so much."

Dark Radiance (Lomesa and Wistful Dream)|rating:4.0

Space Cowboy Chapter 1( The begining) closed for Rasberry

The music pounded out of the speakers. Rex squints his eyes at the bright strobe light bathes over him and moves on searching for another victim or dancer. He makes his way through the throngs of parties and player. Finding a single seat in a far dark corner of the club was a blessing. Circus Party House(CPH)was the happenings club in the sector. Top entertainers came here to move their career along. Singers, dancers, acts large and small made a stop at CPH. Creatures from all over the galaxy made Coates a must stop on any mission or adventure. Star cruiser services rated the planet Coates in the top 10 must see places in the galaxy. As long as you have credits. Cloates also has a darker side. Along with the parties and sunseeker were the criminal element that lurked in the shadows. In the outer borrows of the communities thieves and laid in wait for the truly lost and those looking to not be found. Forged documents could be had for a price. Names changed in secret places. Even defrocked priests and unlicensed doctors preformed services in out of the way places. So while Coates promoted a wholesome picture of unloving pleasure palaces. The truth about the planet was hidden from the outside world. Coates is safe, Coates is fun... Cloates could get you killed if you were unwary. Rex is on a mission. As an agent for the Republic of Planets he is listed as a bonded bounty hunter. Permitted to seek out wanted criminals anywhere in the galaxy. This means he was not an officer of the law. Though he did have the power of arrest. He served above the law. And all the time acting as a space merchant. Yes, Rex Lion heart was a traveling salesman on a mission. The mission was interstellar. Two 'guests' had been killed. The hotel they were staying in was booked solid. Not a room to be had. Four cruise lines with thousands of visitors poured though the entry gates to see the sights. Two never made it back to their home worlds. Now you might say out of all the thousands of tourists that came to Coates, the loss of just two is not all that bad. Barely a thing to even concern a galactic government. And you would have been right, except for one thing. They were Neon. I guess at this point I should tell you the truth. While all planets have valued some stand out more so then others. The planet NEON is one of these special planets. A very secret society. Male Neon are rarely seen. Neon merchants are considered just above criminals. To leave the hearth and home was frowned on. A man's place is next to his woman. The woman went out and made the credits. Men were allowed to work from home and were urged to do so as soon as the passed there last classes of homeschooling. Neon was home and you better stay home. If you know what is good for you. Most Neon are shades of yellow or orange. Yellows are not profession entertainers. They are on the younger side 18–20 years old. Yellows are considered travelers or students permitted to leave the planet to study away from the home world. Very fun-loving, love fun sex, fun dancing and overall just fun stuff. The Neon function under very struck laws. Orange neon are domestics and marry at the 'right age' they do the 'right thing'. Male Orange neon never leave the planet. Well unless you have credits. Very rich males may take jobs as diplomats. The not so rich as merchants. Very few are allowed to travel and those that do are tinted yellow. NONE are blue. They work on the home planet or outer moons. And merchants may not travel beyond the outer moons. These AR the outermost ring of outposts that they may go. And then only to trade. And then we come to the 'bad' neon. The Prose, the offices, the off workers. The undesirable ones. When they announce they are going professional. And they must do so publicly. They are changed biochemically to blue. This means they can never go back to their home planet. Because they had sold themselves. They are the ladies of the night in the galaxy. Rex is here to see a Blue. A dancer named Halo. A very talented dancer and of course sex giver. Professional Neon make big money 10-12 thousand credits a night. The sex trade pays big. And Neon are in top demand by men from time to time. But it's the ladies that pay the most. Two thousand credits a session is average. If they bring their daughters the price can double or triple. So a Neon's time is very expensive. Dancing the night has its privilege and the picking is good, many clients many credits an easy mark I wanted but thrust came first heading to the bar and taking the first of what was many refreshing blasts. My name is Halo but not of the angelic kind, I'm a blue a professional dancer, entertainer all round hostess Hundreds of credits pass my fingers and I love the feel of how and what goes inside this place queen bee, top dog, take your pick I know what men want and ladies are all the same to me just purse strings and pocket watches. I'll bite! From his dark corner at Circus Party House he finally sees the blue Neon. She is moving through the crowd shaking hands with well-wishers. Her last show for the night had ended and three singers from the Bird nest region are singing three part harmony. As she makes her way back toward Rex she stops at a table. Rex stands up and walks over to her. He flips open his 3-D hologram badge and puts it in her face. "We need to talk, now!" Looking at his face I then look at the badge" you certainly don't look like the law!""hello sir nice to see your up and about" as she continues to serve up compliments to the hungry crowd of onlookers." I just don't have the time to talk to you about your fantasy right now sugar daddy as you see fabulous as I am much to do so many to satisfy"Ignoring the fact he has a badge she continues on her way time is money and if she is seen talking to him even if he is the real deal her client base will go from fully booked to undesirability Villa in a matter of seconds. She hears what she wants a cat call of sorts a booking a high-priced one at that. She pauses for a sec as to hesitate his demand and then thinks as to weigh it over time verse money and her whole assistance is based upon the almighty credits. Turns back one-step hands him a card and says "if you wanna talk to me sweetheart call my number and pay just like everyone else" with that Hall turns and heads straight for the entertainment section with the roped off doorway and the darken room beyond. Biltmore station Rex blinked as she handed him her card."if you wanna talk to me sweetheart call my number and pay just like everyone else" Rex stood up and walked up to her. He grabs her. "In the name of the Republic of Planets I arrest you for withholding information regarding the dis appearance of two Yellow Tenons. You will be held at Biltmore Station till a disposition of your case is determined. I am a bonded Bounty Hunter on official business!" Rex looks her in the eyes. "Now that I have your attention. You want to spend some time in Biltmore Station or are you going to talk?" "I ain't going to cooperate with some bounty hunter and if you don't remove your grasp I'm going to scream assault". I turned to look him directly flustered I glared at his disposition, I'm going to throw a big tantrum. Look around you do you think this club is going to allow a major star to just be taken she spots security and tries to get their attention. Star marshals Rex sees the burly security men moving through the crowd toward him. As they get close to him, he tightens his grip on the Neon. "Take your hand off the lady. ' The first one says. Rex flips out his holographic badge and put it in the security man face. "I'm a Republic of Planets bounty hunter. And I'm taking this woman in for questioning!" The second one says. "Coates planetary agreement state that you must have a planetary permit. You must present this warrant along with the permit to the owner or manager before an official action can take place. This is private property, and you will have to leave, now!" Rex releases the Neon. He smiles at them. The first one asks." I bet the bounty hunter doesn't even have a Warren." Rex nods his head. "So that is how It's going to be fellas. " Rex moves toward the door." If that is the way you want it. I'll get the warrant and have Wild Bill Biltmore serve it. He's a star marshal you know. And a good friend of mine" The security men look at each other. Then at the Neon. The second one says" If Wild Bill Biltmore comes here we are all fucked! He may bring a warrant, but he will be shooting first. That guy is crazy at a galactic level. I've heard of him. He is what they call' one mean lawman'. The second security guy looks worried. "I heard once he hit a woman and a single drop of her blood hit his boot. He put a sonic blaster under her tit and blow it clean away. He was reprimanded for firing his weapon in a coined space. The woman died in a county infirmary. "You gentlemen enjoy yourselves I have a client to satisfy", I took this opportunity to move to the dressing room pack everything I could carry including my favorite dress "I am not feeling so well," as I ducked passed the stage manager "excuse me it's time to freshen up if u understand" I took to the back entrance and peeked out hoping that he had gone to do what ever he was going to do play with his blasters and shoot his dick off, well hope he would? Hours in medical would give me enough time to take a ship to fuck knows where looking out seeing if Mr bold and stupid was around. Spaceport# 3, Coates"Look my license number is IS789-2-456. The IS interstellar a Republic designation the 2 in the middle is ship class. 789 is ship model. 456 Is the Republic ship designation. The ship is the Star Dreamer. " Rex tells the ground agent. The ground agent for Spaceport# 3 looks at his E-Book. "I'm sorry Captain Lion heart I have no ship by that name or number listed to depart Coates." Rex looks down at the ground "It's My ship! The Star dreamer is my ship it's a merchant ship." The clerk looks up at him. "A merchant ship? Oh, I thought we were talking about a passenger star ship. Well that is different then, she was looking for a passenger ship leaving." Rex shakes his head. "What are you talking about?" The ground agent taps his book. "Oh yes here it is the Star Dreamer IS789-2-456. You're scheduled to leave in 10 minutes. " He looks up from the E-Book and smiles. "I found it!" Rex looks perplexed. "What she, who was looking for a passenger ship?" The ground agent looks around and gives him a knowing smile. "I had never seen one before, up close. They are so expensive." Rex nods his head"I have to leave. I have a departure to keep. Can we pick up the pace a little." The ground agent looks around again. "She gave me 5,000 credits. Can you imagine that that's months of pay? Any way she asks for the next ship out or off Coates. I told her that no passenger ships were leaving till tomorrow. Then she gave me 2,000 more credits. And said any ship leaving." The ground agent smiles at Rex. I have a brother, Motif Blocking at Biltmore station he is a good guy just fell in with the wrong crowd. You know what I mean. Any help you can give Motif. Would be helpful." He pauses and looks Rex in the face. "She's a blue Neon. As much as I love money I love my brother more. She is hiding on your ship." Not noticing anything suspicious I head for the star port a dingy little scruff of a guy and me looking over my shoulder at every turn had to dress down to avoid any unwanted attention Met a stupid ground agent "got anything leaving tonight" something perhaps in a middle-class nothing to extravagant" looking around "yes or no tubby" The Star dreamer merchant ship well it looks like a garbage scow or worse a wreck but if its captain is as good as his craft a few credits and a blow job, and he will keep his mouth shut."well have not got time to be standing in and out of shadows you moron"I had hoped for a better class than this interstellar garbage truck I was looking for a passenger ship leaving."but luck wasn't kind should have taken that clients offer and a six-week round of fine dinning and sexual conquest sounded more and more inviting now Slipping credits to this fool just to evade a different one, and I'm on a ship leaving rock. Entering the ship and finding a small birth to hide in not to disgusting but at least it wasn't a cell. A small burst of perfume and instantly feeling better about leaving home still perhaps more credits to be made where the competition isn't so demanding. Flash launch Rex jogs over to the Star Dreamer. Most of the cargo holds and doors are open as are the personal access doors. Rex slips in through the cabin door and seals it. Then he throws the switches closing all the cargo doors. Last are the personal doors. They slide out the hull and lock into place. In two minutes he has all the doors showing green lights on his panel. "Computer flash heat the engines. Stand by for flash take off. Seal the flight deck." Woman's voice: Three things to report :All cargo holds seemed and secured, 0 kilos of cargo. Flight deck is pressurized and sealed. An unaccounted for extra 120 lbs is on board." Thank you computer. Flash heat engines please!" Female voice: Flash heat engaged. 30 seconds till launch.Spaceport 3, Coates flight control this is IS789-2-456 Star Dreamer requesting flash launch from sight. ""IS789-2-456 Star Dreamer this is flight control. You are clear for flash launch. Be advised the zone 3 is open with no traffic. All others have traffic. We have a flight plan for Star base 363. Is that correct?" Flight control that is correct we are rolling on flash launch. Destination Star Base 363.""IS789-2-456 Star Dreamer you are clear for launch. There is no traffic. The two massive engines fire up and push the ship at first flat then to 15 degrees. At five miles out the ship raise to 30 degrees up angle. At 20 miles out it raises to 45 degrees. After 100 miles down range it finishes at 60 degrees till it slips the bounds of the upper atmosphere and hurdles into space. Lift off good he is gone someplace else lucky for me I'm going to be too far from here. Female voice" Do you want me to set a coarse for Star Base 363?" Rex makes some quick notes in his E-Book. " Yes computer set a coarse FPR Star Base 363 in the Ringer System." Female voice: Auto Nav set. Rex I remind you we have unaccounted weft in Section N2-1. Rex pauses and smiles. "The weight is a woman stowaway she is a Neon dancer. Her name is Halo. She is our cargo to 363. Even though she doesn't know it yet. Yeah, know what in about 45 minutes we will be out of Coates defensive ring we can tell her. Better than that, Computer you notify her to see the Captain in the forward lounge."45.1 minutes later:*Musical tone* Female voice, "Attention, Neon dancer called Halo. Attention, Neon dancer called Halo. You are located in section N2-1 follow the lighted floor way to the forward lounge to see the Captain. "46.1 minutes later:*Louder and longer tone* Female voice, "Attention, Neon dancer called Halo"Report to the Captain in the forward Lounge, follow the lighted floor way to the forward lounge!" what the Hell? How did this guy know of my deception ? This captain must be of some smarts and how did he know I was on board oh no perhaps that lack luster dock idiot blabbed. Bigger question what in the seven pillars of gold stone did he or his ship know who and what I Amos god what if he is nah can't be probably some horny old crusty goat wants free entertainment during passage no use in hiding now Damn artificial intelligence. Walking slow and still in the rags of my disguise my humble hiding place was obviously transparent headed for the lounge area. Walked in and to my shock and dismay it was tall dark and stupid the one I fled on the planet sat down and threw off the cover the disguise to reveal my glittering sparkle dress and waiting for his voice to sprout you are under arrest. Rex smiles at the NEON. "So yeah want a fuck?" By the shocked look on her face Rex knew he had her attention." Ok, now that I got your attention. Have a seat because this is a bit complicated. So the best thing to do is start at the beginning...or as close as you need to know." Rex pauses."Let's start with what you all ready know. My name is Rex Lion heart I'm Captain of this ship The Star Dreamer. I'm also a Republic of Planets bounty hunter. I'm looking for two missing Neon Yellows Milk and Clip. They went missing two weeks ago. There is 100k credit reward for their return or bodies." Rex stands and starts to walk around the room." It is possible that the GATEKEEPER and his gang are involved. But I don't think so. Not in this case. The other investigators knew that both Yellows were on Coates. They were at a festival for folk dancers. We know they were at Circus Party House just ten days ago. This is hologram security footage of them being there." Rex stops and looks at Halo." You are the only Blue Neon in 120 light years. They most of come to see you and your show. It was ten days ago. Did you sex two Yellows? You may be the last Neon those two girls ever saw. I pause before replying to his questions "maybe I did maybe I didn't why are you asking me for sugar?"before he asks me more info I sit across from him my dress seemed to sparkle in the limelight of his dingy little lounge not what I am used to but well he had me at a disadvantage"So Rex is it?' lifting my eyebrow in question "big bad bounty hunter so your in charge of this filthy Diseased flea trap in space I looked around "hmmmmmm if I don't cooperate I'm fucked if I do I'm fucked Your looking for two missing Neon Yellows Milk and Clip. They went missing two weeks ago let me think a little. Don't know of the Gate keeps?" So I am the only Blue Neon in 120 light years. Why you looking for some private entertainment? If they did come see my show honey and I gave some treatment".come on you must admit I am very, very desirable. I stand and move towards Rex unclasping my dress and as I reach his chair standing before him in little more than Négligée "dance with me Darwin and I will tell you everything I know" Rex gives her a crooked smile. "You don't think I'm very smart? Do you?"" Dance with me Darwin and I will tell you everything I know" She replies. For Rex this is the first time he has danced with a blue Neon. He had met with two yellow 'traveler' a year back or so. They were younger and quick to comprehend. It had been a learning experience for all three. Rex takes her into his arms and smiles at her. "This is a double first for me." he says with a smile. "'I've never danced with a blue before nor have I ever danced with an investment. I'm investor 1264. I bought your stock at 15 credits It's now trading at 23. Furthermore, I'm thinking of dumping them though. Because the outlook for profit is looking shaky. The word scandal in the marketplace can send a stock price into the hitter. Quicker than merger." Quite suddenly as is from nowhere soft music starts to play. The lights come up quite a bit and he room comes it to law. The room no longer look like a space bound garbage truck, but a 23rd century palace. With clean well scrubbed walls and throw pillows in every corner. There are throw pillows of every size with different colors and markings. Ship pillows, bedroom pillows, body pillows, sleeping pillows. All over the room pillows, pillows and more pillows. She sops dancing with Rex looks around. Rex smiles." 362 at last count, I had an instructor once that said I acted like a feather merchant. I took what he said to heart." Kissing his ear gently like as if she was tasting him for a meal. I whispered into his ear "Don't you feel your emotions stir" and she fumbles at his groin "lets see if I can raise your temperature some"I reach into my Négligée and pull a small stun dart from its capsule and place it behind his ear. Breaking his hold and spin away "you stupid? Nah!" "You see darling if I was to tell you everything I know you would be a dead man for sure, and I would be a memory"Night, night! She pushed a gem on her ring, and he feels a short sharp pinch you see baby I am all business all the time everyone is a client!" I wait to see if it is working, and I didn't kill him "now how to fly this crate to some place I can make an escape" default program The ship's systems routinely monitors Rex's health. Once he collapses to the floor of the lounge. The computer shuts down all the systems. A distress call is sent out. All lights go out. Except the emergency red lights. They flash then strobe."THIS IS A SYSTEM LOCK DOWN!" A long tone sounds and the sound of rushing air is heard in the ship. "THIS IS A SYSTEM LOCK DOWN!" The tone sounds again. "Life support is suspended for all areas but main lounge. Do not attempt to open door. THIS IS A SYSTEM LOCK DOWN!" I look around thinking we are under attack from something or someone I run directly to Rex shaking him "wake up dumb ass !" This tanker works off in one hour or so depending on the dose, Think Halo think what did the dealer say to bring back immediate consciousness serves him right should just let him die in a fiery glow but I didn't plan on going with him. I use them on violent clients he thinks he had fun and I get to do my nails and take a bath, still he pays for the ride without even getting on the horse. What if I give him a Banox that may work he will wake with a huge erection but better than becoming a particle in space Kneeling beside Rex she strokes his face takes his wrist and smiles serves you right Lion heart she squeezes the tube and slaps him before it starts to work he arises in more than one way. Rex, REX, REX!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! We are getting attacked by pirates wake up halo steps back and sits quietly. Strange as it may seem there were pirates in the area. Not your average pirates but a Malik Empire ship. Theta 'CICE patrol ship a long way from home was being escorted by a Merckinyte destroyer Been. The distress signal was very strong. In a matter of just an hour the two ships are along side teethe Star Dreamer. Republic ship Star Dreamer hold your position and stand by to be boarded In a few minutes three Merckinyte officers materialize on the deck below the command section. In full personal protection gear they move through the ship. In a few minutes they restore the environmental controls and turn off the emergency lighting. They make their way to the lounge and open the door. One of the officers steps forward he sees the Neon sitting on a pillow against the wall. Rex is laying on the floor shaking his head slowly. The Merckinyte officers takes off his helmet and look annoyingly at Rex. "You did it this time Lion heart!" he grumbles. He looks at the Neon. "Found yourself a new slave have." He is a large Merckinyte. He puts his helmet on the ground. Furthermore, he walks over to the Neon. "I have heard of your Blue Neon. You like neo-toxins. I'm a Merckinyte I'm immune to neo-toxins. Your owner, this human was not. He is a sad case. A good friend, but no less a sad case. The Merckinyte Empire and the Republic of Planets have an agreement." The second Merckinyte steps forward "Captain we could buy her from the good Captain and put her in Planet Zoo. We have no Blue Neon for the people to look at." The third officer steps up. "Or sir, she is a sex giver as I recall by her markings. WE could bring her to the palace of the Great One as a gift. E would get great gifts for her. She may be of great value. After all Captain Lion heart has no cargo to claim just this Blue creature. She must have value. Though he is soft in the heart. We know he is not soft in the head." The Merckinyte captain considers all he has heard. "You think she is a save? Rex has been known to traffic in many things. I'm not so sure about the slave bit. " He towers over the Neon. "YOU Creature. By how did find your self on this ship? Why is my friend Captain Lion heart on the floor?" This giant of a pile of voodoo asked me how I got here and why I was in this situation?"YOU Creature"'. By that alone I should have belted his chrome dome head. How did find your self on this ship? Why is my friend Captain Lion heart on the floor?". I stood up and sheepishly looked at him that was Lion heart on the floor. "Well, you see Sir I was dancing on the stage of the planet we just left, and he was all Pleading with me for a private dance, he got all fired up with the love drug as you can plainly see he has a large erection still, well as the story goes got to horny and believe me he rode me hard too god why he preferred to do it like some animal was beyond mention but all I know was he as deep within when I heard him gasp perhaps from exhaustion or something, and he kinda fell out, off well you know anyhow. Hay Captain Love machine over there owes me for the service and the damage to my costume dress and god-damn it my all new set of Wang being lingerie that was expensive, MAYBE! He ate it or something creep!!!! So ill be glad to preform for you Captain sir and believe it when I say you are mighty fine and definitely in need of a companion to comfort you on those long-drawn-out journeys in with a good long hard man as yourself would need a little love and attention what do you say honey am I going to be your new love interest and make very ever so sweet love. The Merckinyte captain considers then responds." I am Merckinyte I donor cohort with cargo. This is a merchant ship. The good Captain Lion heart has other cargo. E is known from time to time to carry special high-priced cargo to many locations. He may of 'Pleaded with you for a private dance' like you say. Or you could be a smart slave cargo that attacked the Captain of a Merchant ship. "Rex starts to recover from the drugs. He sits up and looks at the Merckinyte." I see you found my ship. Are you here to repay your gambling debt? 2,500 credits as I recall." Rex sits up straighter and looks at the Neon. "What do you think of my Neon? I'm thinking of bringing her on board to scrub my back in the hydro shower. The Merckinyte Captain looks annoyed. " She is not your cargo?" Rex looks at the Merckinyte Captain" Cargo? No she is a passenger. You don't know who she is? She is Halo the Neon the famous dancer to the best dance house in the star. She is traded on all the stock exchanges just yesterday she was trading at 43 credits a share. I bought in at 15 credits. This little dancer in making me rich. I buy more shares every time I'm at a star base that has a stock exchange. She is a regular Train flush mine. I was overjoyed to help her get to space station 363. She will be preforming in the TRAP ROOM. You should come and see her show." The Merckinyte Captain grunts. "She is a dancer then....well that is enough for me." He moves to leave the lounge. "No more open calls to space for help, Lion heart!" He opens the door and looks back at the Neon. "Him I know, You do not, keep it that way or will carry you to Merckinyte prison in chains. You can dance with a sweep broom, Neon....dancer." I glare at Rex wait till everything is clear then. I walk over to him and cool as a cucumber grab his genitals and smile" well I'm going to do what exactly Rely Poo?" thinking of his comment to scrub his back in the shower "no freaking way""Dirty mouth-breeder""Filthy Ran loading horn bloated redneck""You are the worst Protoplasmic neo colicky"!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" So you think buying shares you own me?" Fuming I storm off yelling as I leave "IF YOU WANT ME ILL BE IN MY ROOM"!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! N2-1Rex watches as the Neon walks away. She walks down the short passage to door N2-1. That is the navigator's room. I don't have a navigator. Isn't that interesting. I'll be in MY room. Rex smiles. "Computer check the language banks for the phase "redneck" and "neo colicky"The computer is quiet for a few seconds. Then the female voice comes online. Rex a redneck is a large water bird from the planet Cree bis 3 with a long neck and very small head. Sometimes known as the pencil bird. On Terran there are several "redneck" like water birds." The computer pauses then resumes. The term "neo colicky" is a line of remote control hardware and accessories for the custom installation market has been discontinued and is no longer supported. And, a small object or gadget, esp. one whose name the speaker does not know or cannot recall. Rex nods and looks and looks at the N2-1 door. "So I'm a long-necked water bird that has remote controlled hardware that she doesn't know the name of?" Rex walks to the doorway of room N2-1. He presses the pressure plate that opens the door. The room is dark. He stands in the doorway. "It's a 14-day trip to Star Base 363. The last place the 'yellows were seen. Do you plan to stay in YOUR room all that time?" A lamp goes flying past Rex s head missing him by only a few inches." I am a star !" I exclaim."thousands of creatures come to see me preform and you, a lonely pathetic bounty hunter wants me? To scrub his back!" I can dance a dream and preform a spectacular performance of hence erotic fantasy's and give people pleasure unheard of in many stars and I'm reduced to your bathroom whore!"" Why are you hounding me like I'm some dissident a renegade of polite society?" I was so for the social amendment of the entertainment guild I am stuck here with you on a never ending quest to god knows where""ILLUMINATE ROOM! Ok Lion heart, you win" and Reluctantly disrobe in front of him this is what you desire take it"resided to the fact I wasn't going to seduce my way out of this so having him conjugate me was a small price to pay for my travel ticket and the Mere didn't seem to care about a blue neon's plight so let the penetration begin. Hallo calm down"ILLUMINATE ROOM! Ok Lion heart, you win, this is what you desire take it!" She screams. Rex looks at her very sexy blue body. He tries to calm her. "Halo, calm down. I have a mission. You're the only Neon in the area. As far as your fans know you sneaked off Coates to get to a more lucrative gig. I checked your value is steady. You haven't lost a credit since disappearing from Coates." He walks up to her." As for desiring you well, yeah you are a superstar. I'm a bounty hunter. We are in different leagues, You work in the glitz and glimmer. I work in the shadows, I deal with rough necks, criminals and lawbreakers." He runs a finger down one of the blue lines on her body. He kisses her lightly." We can get around to me winning my desire when you want to. Not now when you feel you have too! I'd rather be your friend then a number, a body you just got sweaty with because it was the cost of doing business." So what now Rex? We are two weeks from star base 363. That is where the 'yellows' were last see. There are two space buoys before we get to 363. You care put out press releases as we go by. This way your investors and fans will know what is going on." Rex smiles at her. "Two weeks is not all that long a period of time. Think of it as a vacation away from the job. And if you want, cargo hold #1 is empty. I can pipe in some music, and you can practice your dance moves." I missed playing at the Circus Party House leaving everything I knew to run again wasn't in my life plan but at least I can still do what I loved most that was to dance. I was free as I twirled around making love to the airwaves the beat of the music told a story of life, sorrow and everything in between, so I took Captain Lion heart up on the offer and left him standing as I rushed into the hold. Closing my eyes and imagining a dance floor of lights flashing blue, green, red, amber and gold the music filling my heart with movement like dancing on a cloud I forgot where I was and just danced so entwined, Coates just a memory of my past yes dance placing my hands over my body I began to make passionate love to the music as bathed in a glow everything was clear candle flames and arctic mists swirled in harmony.(Enigma - Return To Innocence)(ENIGMA - PRINCIPLES OF LUST [SEXY REMIX])Once the music had stopped I thought of what I was a part of on a hunt not for profit but for salvation the journey has begun would I ever understand why it was, but I had to, some place out there was an answer a burning desire a passionate release. The first seven days pass quickly. Rex would see Halo come out of the cargo hold. Her blue hue would pulse out strongly. She would look up at him on the flight deck and gesture at him a lewd move with her hands. Rex would smile at her and throw her a kiss. On the seventh day Halo comes up to the flight deck. "Tell me about where we are going!" Rex looks out into open space. We are going to Star base 363. It is run by the Christians. Also known as the 'milk people'. There skin is pure white. Paper white or if you like milk white. 90% of the staff is female. They are very authoritarian. Another reason they are called the 'milk people' is that they absorb energy. They have a club there. Called the White House. It is very expensive. 20 credit drinks and that could only be water. And a simple snack is 50 credits. A dinner is over 200 credits. " Rex turns and looks at Halo." The Christians deal in just two things. Christianity and Christians white flake or as some know it as snow flake or Christians marching powder. Christians men are known as the white ghosts they blend into white back round. They are the most deadly killers in snowy environments. They make and leave no tracks in snow. Furthermore, they work as spies on the station. You could be leaning on a wall and one of these guys would just appear like he was part of the wall and just as quickly disappear." "Oh great!!!!! Maybe I can make some credits there everyone needs a good time right?"" Suppose I best be getting some rest, I'll be running so hard on those poor hicks soon enough if you need to ill be practicing my invites and rejections in the cargo hold Captain Kirk." Skipping off to do my thing thinking of all that male beefcake and lady fingers hmmmmmmmmmmmm yummy dummy. Captain Kirk As Halo turns and skips away. Rex looks bewildered." Captain Kirk?" He is about to ask her. 'Who is Captain Kirk?' She returns to her room, N2-1." Rex leans back into his command chair. Then turns off the light on the flight deck. And looks out into blackness of space. After a few minutes he asks the computer." Computer, check all references to a Captain Kirk." Female voice." There are four references to a 'Captain Kirk' all from Terrain.First-Captain Katherine Blake Kirk-Commander of the Terrain warshipTrapits-a intelligence gathering star cruiser-Last known area-traveling in the Sanitarian.Second-Captain Benjamin Parker Kirk-Deceased- Captain of defense FrigatePlathiskilled in the 3rd invasion of the Terrain (2123)CAPT James A. Kirk-United States Navy-Deceased- Information classified. Approx (2020)Captain James Tiberius Kirk- Fictitious-character in entertainment plays, movies, and television in mid 1960s through 2015. No know connection between Capt. James A. Kirk and James T. Kirk." Rex listens and continues looking out at the deep void of space. "Computer check and see if the Traits ever entered Neon space area." After a surprising cat nap I feel refreshed leaving my humble lodgings, search to find the captain and see if we actually made it to the destination, he so elegantly described in his avant-garde fashion. Upon reaching the flight deck and finding it in total darkness except for my incandescent blue glow."oh Mon Captain", "have we arrived yet?" or as young lings would hound their olden, kissing him on the cheek in a fun yet flirtatious way."did I catch you napping?"waiting to see if he is conscious. Seeing an opportunity for some practical advancement fondle his groin some and as his body arises from its slumber stand back and await the human beings' reaction. Jasper III Rex is in a deep sleep. The command chair was extra comfy. For those long trips through tight space. This dream is one of the pleasant ones. He had fallen asleep in a good mood and in turn his brain gave him a vacation. None of the horrors he saw when he was stressed out and fell to sleep in total exhaustion. The sky was blueish gray just like it was supposed to be. A light breeze pushed the grain fields into a sway. A slow to and fro. The top bed cover was spread out covering the blueish green freshly cut field. The ground is soft like good planting area needs to be. The binary stars Mayo's and Fays are setting in the own horizons. And two on the three moons around Jasper III are rising. Slowly getting brighter and brighter. Vasper III the planet that never sleeps. Rex looks lazily at the partly clad Valerian woman, Monera. She is laying next to him taking in the last rays of heat before the twilight begins. Her sister Stellar had gone down to the stream for a couple cups of refreshment. Rex closes his eyes. Even in his dream Rex falls asleep. A drowsy relaxed sleep. Suddenly Rex felt a light kiss on his cheek. Hum mm, Stellar was back from the stream. Rex smiles and shifts a little in his chair. Then he feels a firm pressure on his manhood. Still in a half dream state he says." I'm not paying 50 credits for a hand job, Stellar!" "STELLAR!!!!!!!!""who the frack is stellar?" "STELLAR!!!!!!!!" The high-pitched squeal of the Neon and adding to the fact that Rex has been asleep confused him. For a second he thought he was in his old Tiger cat space fighter."who the frack is stellar?" now several octaves lower." Computer evasive maneuver away from the transport." Rex calls out trying to get control of himself. Female voice." There are no transports in the area. Please clarify instructions!" Rex looks out in to open space. He had expected to see a large Stellar Transport fill his viewer. Only it was not there only the emptiness of space. He looks around and sees the Neon Halo glaring at him." Are you out of you mind?! Why in all the heavens did you call out we were going to collide with a transport?" "WELL I NEVER HERD SUCH LYING" by this time I am fuming with anger at Rex positively fuming." I WAS WARMING UP TO YOUR BEING IN CHARGE OF EVERYTHING, THOUGHT ID SHOW MY APPRECIATION IN THE ONLY WAY I KNEW AND YOU CALLED ANOTHER FEMALES NAME AS I WAS HOLDING IT!!!!!!! THAT IS EQUIVALENT TO ROLLING OVER IN BED AFTER HAVING MADE SWEET, SWEET LOVE AND WHISPERING SOMEONE ELSE'S NAME". I put on the fake crying and stormed off not letting Rex see how upset I wasn't.of all the dim witted stupid gut sucking poor low life nerf herding foolish behavior that will cost him dearly next planet side oh I WANT to so embarrass him. Thinking of the credits I will make at the next stop I start to prepare a bulletin drone to spread my imminent arrival at star base 363. Hope it is very civilized and not some backwater place here's to a decent cocktail lounge and some type of hotel fit for my needs." Hi I'm Halo, you probably herd of me well I'm coming to your place in a few weeks to wow and entertain you, come see my show and be amazed and for filled." if you need companionship for that big occasion contact me at the hotel listed on the billing hologram" that will do it for now off you go little drone make me a lot of bookings adios. Sending it out an air lock and speeding on its way. Rex just looks at her with his mouth open. As the Neon rants on. As she leaves the flight deck. The female computer voice announces." I have that report for you." Rex is still recovering. "What?" Female voice" The report on Captain Katherine Blake Kirk-Commander of the Terrain warshipTrapits." After a short pause. " The Terrain shipTrapits has never been in Neon space. However, Sub-Lieutenant Katherine Blake Kirk south officer in the on the Terrain research ship Spock. Contracted Vaginal Incrustation Cry ptosis while with a survey team. According to the official report. She slept with an Orange Neon Male named More. A dealer in rare 4 century Neon art." Rex leans back in his chair. "Is that what she meet? I am messing with an art dealer? But this time a dancer?" Looking at a vid screen saying up my options a flash message comes up, I have a booking a rather large one substantial credit potential. Yes I run to Rex's station room flight deck 'how long till we reach destination captain?" I squeal like some excited little school girl waiting her first to kiss." I HAVE! A Date to keep' now rushing off to my room belongings thrown everywhere looking for the right dress to preform in both on stage and in the parlor beyond normal sight in private a dance seldom shared with the growing voyeuristic public. Putting a card into the slot of my music device a song music to move mountains with sensual and sadistic I move with the rhythm of desire the passion takes me and the dance becomes a tango of lust and self involvement. We have to dance! Our survival depends on it sometimes In the brothels of many worlds, many stars am not a glorified prostitute. And a man... who falls in love... With me seldom waits to settle with a rose or a kiss. First there is desire Then... passion! Then... suspicion! Jealousy! Anger! Betrayal! Where love is for the highest bidder, There can be no trust!no value higher than Without trust, There is no love! Love in our business is for fools and dreamers Jealousy. Yes, jealousy... Will drive you... mad!and madness is my world I'm glad my insanity permits and music saves the world. Draw your own conclusion I have my reasons don't judge me judge your self for looking at me with those eyes of lust and touch me with hands of disgust. The next few days The next few days pass quickly. To Rex, it seems thereon called Halo is ready to bounce off the walls. 'How long till we reach destination ?' is a constant question. At the beginning of our trip she was upset to be leaving. Now she sees piles of credits from the 'Milk people'.24 hours before arriving at Star base 363"Tristian control this is IS789-2-456 the Republican ship Star Dreamer. We are 24 hour from our destination Star base 363. Please respond. This is Tristian control to Republic Ship Star Dreamer IS789-2-456 you are clear to enter Tristian space. "Tristian control this is IS789-2-456 the Republican ship Star Dreamer we thank you for your welcome. We look forward to arriving at Star Base 363." Republic Ship Star Dreamer, be advised. Your arrival has created much excitement at the Star Base. Crowd control may be a problem in the docking area. "Thank you Tristian control. We are so informed. Docking area may have crowd control problems." INTERSTELLAR NEWS-Business Section Starlight Entertainment Group (LEG) is trading heavily. HES-(Halo Entertainment Services) selling for a high of 37 credits a share. Some have predicted that HES could trade for as high as 43 in the next few days. Rumors have it she is moving to The White House a new location in the Tristian controlled space. Space Entertainment Investment advisors are calling the move mysterious. While Interstellar News has learned that an agent for the Republic of Planets was at the club asking for her and tried to take her into custody. No other information is available regarding the agent. Or why the agent tried to take Halo in to Custody. The Club WHITE HOUSE is part of the Starlight Entertainment Group. I found myself gear to land, someone wants me so bad its almost criminal. My press release made a huge splash at our new port of call, but something tells me we were in for more than just dancing and entertaining my clients' makeup touches and taking what rest I could being so excited I could just burst. I ignored the fact as to why he dragged me to this place and that he wasn't here to socialize in fact he was a dead boring man with little imagination and limited foreseeable future. Giggling to myself in front of the mirror ''I am the most beautiful creature alive!" Star base 363With the landing instructions out of the way. Rex eases the Star Dreamer in to the docking port. AS he powers down the ship he looks out the main viewer. Through the small porthole windows of the docking area he can see crowds of milky white woman in a splash of color. He smiles to himself. Maybe I should buy another 100 shares of HES.he says to himself. He looks down at Halo, who is waiting at the passenger exit. He opens the door for her from the command seat. She walks out of the ship without even looking back at him. Now where do I begin some shopping a movie some food perhaps then down to business. Not even thinking of him disappear into the hustle and bustle of this place. Star base 363Rex steps off the docking ring and on to the hard medal floor of the space station. He is met by two customs woman. The taller of the two speaks first." Captain Lion heart of the merchant ship Star Dreamer." Rex smiles lightly. "Yes I am!" The second one speaks." The Star Dreamer is an armed merchant ship?" Rex looks at the shorter agent." Yes it is." The tall looks at him" And why is that, why do you carry weapons on your ship. You are not a peaceful trader?" Rex looks at her slightly annoyed at the question. " For two reasons, first I'm a Republic bounty hunter. And some of the characters I chase. Are unfriendly. They are the criminal type you know. And second, I do a some business in the Bird's Nest area. So being armed is a good idea." The tall agent looks at her E-Book. "Yes I can understand that. The Bird's Nest can be a very dangerous piece of space." A thin Tristian woman in a bold blue rap rushes up to them. "Greetings Agent Grape and Customs officer Tass. I'm sorry to be late in meeting the good Captain Lion heart. Government business, and all. I hope all is in order?"The taller of the ladies stands up straighter. "Minister Tessa. What an honor this is!" The thin woman smiles. "Yes well, I'll be taking Captain Lion heart with me!" The short agent recovers slowly. "Yes, of coarse Minister Tessa, that is no problem!" The aroma of exotic foods filled the air as I rushed to the nearest bar happened to be in a place called the birds nest district. Something like it seemed OK my kind of place a quaint collection of bizarrenesses was going to be grand.Someone spotted me from my advert and rushed over with a scribe in one hand and a picture of me on stage in the other, after begging for a ascribing I agreed and scribbled love you lots on the picture and kissed it with my usual flair wow a place called happenings the caption read as follows If it's going to happen and if it already happened and if you want it to happen come to happenings bar and grill hammer Perhaps a quiet drink and a fur burger of some degree was in order. Walked in and was met by a waiter "glad to see you" he sprouted "take a seat where ever you like miss Halo" surprised at this I wasn't expecting him to know me till I saw on the vid screen my add for the show tonight at the Bright star lounge one night only the Fabulous Miss Halo smiling up at the screen as he waited for my order I'll have if I may a small glass of Mandela and a squeeze of mint. And if you can a large bowl of something called Vanilla Cream of ice one banana and a dollop of fresh elderberry please. Looking out the window over the busy streets I couldn't help but daydream of what my life was or what I had become an entertainer to some lover and companion to so many others making some happy and glad to be alive and yet one or two that no matter what I did to please them never wanted to smile or laugh or be enriched in their journey to where ever life's road lead them. I need to dance to forget who I am and dance to remember why I do it, being with Captain Rex, although I am basically a prisoner to him, I also pine for the company socially I am full to overflowing and yet isolated and alone once the crowd has gone and the music has stopped. My order arrived and looked fantastic not giving a second thought I took to it with poise and grace and finesse."LOVELY" pulled out some credits to pay and as I leaned over to place it the waiter placed his hand up as if to refuse looking puzzled I asked him why his reply was that I was an honored guest, and they were pleased out of all the places in the Birds nest It was this place I chose to dine in. So instead of paying for the meal I gave the place a small rendition of tonight show and as I began to do my performance crowds gathered to watch the window was packed with all kinds of folk pushing and jostling for a clear view of it I tried to accommodate, and the bar was filled with patrons asking for drinks and food and god knows what else. One man sat at the table nearest the main door got up and walked over to me handed me a few bills of credit and smiled "I have never seen such a beautiful flower dance like she was floating in zero gravity on the stars many thanks for making my day "with that leaving to catch a passing com transport down town. Another satisfied customer I thought a request perhaps to a later Rendezvous. Minister Tessa Minister Tessa blue rap sways as she leads the way at a fast pace. As they move through several areas Rex notices a sign in the Republic language. Big Blue letters THE BIRD'S NEST. Rex stops and looks at the sign. The Minister notices that Rex is not following her. She also stops and starts walking slowly back to him. "Is something wrong Captain Lion heart?" she asks in a whispered chirping voice. Rex points to the sign. " The Bird's Nest? Why do you have a section of the station called that?" The minister looks slightly annoyed. "Its part of the stations' town section It's where several of the streets meet. Station 363 is a very old station. Several different peoples have owned and ran this station. We are only the latest. The Bird's nest is part of the oldest section of the station. Many clubs and social outlets are in the Bird's Nest." The Minister looks at Rex strangely." Captain Lion heart why are you so fascinated by this section of the station?" Rex looks at her cautiously" Madam Minister, the sector called The bird nest is a tight cluster of stars where two galaxies the Mira and Scorpio intertwine. It is very dangerous place. In the middle of the Bird's nest is a cluster of stars known as the Talon cluster. Home of 'Tempo the Killer' a pirate extraordinaire. His pilots fly small fighters called "fork tails" because of the twin booms on their ships. I have been there only once and count myself lucky to have gotten out alive." Rex pauses and looks into her gray eyes." Minister the Bird's Nest is not a place I would readily want to go back too. I hope your Bird's nest is more welcoming. And far less dangerous." Finishing my performance to the delight of the crown I spot a group coming down the promenade Oh my god it can't be the captain the bounty hunter the fool Rex.Oh, this is going to be so legendary racing over to him with some strange lady in tow walk up behind him placing my hands over his eyes and whispering "who do you think it is baby?"with my usual talent for making folk real uncomfortable spin him around "Hi sweetheart!" before he gets a chance to open his flapping gums I kiss him like a lover would and cuddle him hard "baby where have you been? I found this gorgeous little store selling Margate jewels and matching outfits of magnificent shine, Oh the lace is simply divine and the undergarments are well, will give you a rise in the pants soon enough daddy looking her way up and down like "and who's the new love interest baby? I am liberal with who we share our bedroom with, but I must say you can't bring anyone more attractive than me to bed I will be so jealous" walking over to her and smiling "very Delicious indeed can I go play in the garden? If only till you summon me to your own private the pleasure dome." Hallo wraps her arms around Rex's neck and kisses him. Then spends the next few seconds spewing forth a line of cryptic babble. Minister Tessa looks amused if Rex does not. The Minister decides to play along. In a high chirpy voice"Ahh Miss Halo you look lovely to tonight. And I see that you are making use of the many fine shops here at station 363. And ...you are so correct. The Margate jewels that our merchants sell are the finest in the sector. Rex looks at Halo. " Been hitting the spirits again Halo?" He says in a low voice. "Halo maybe I should introduce you to Minister Tessa. " He draws her arms away from his neck. "She is the Minister of Transportation here at Star bases 363. She is also the High Sheriff of the Tristian people. "Minister Tessa looks at Halo and gives her a milky smile. Miss Halo a do hope you continue to enjoy your stay here at station 363. The Tristian peoples enjoy amorous behavior though we do try to keep it behind closed doors. And I also understand that blue Neon are very rare. They are a how should I put this, undesirable element in your own society. We Tristian while not as colorful are more liberal than most peoples. We tolerate access to a point." "Why thanks I will" taking Rex by the hand leading him towards the shop and around the corner smiling at him and a cheeky grin "Come on Rely you loved that didn't you?"" All this free sex I'm going insane how about a good hard rub down at the Mira made?great holograms best in the stars make you feel like a king or I'm my case a queen"dragging him by the collar towards a building that looked so much like a hospital with flashing lights and sounds of pleasure coming from every opening "Rex I'm going to rock your world all twelve of them"Heading in the column of smoke and mist and the smell of rum and cologne. The attendant asked me Is this your third companion Miss Halo and I just smiled "no he is actually my 13th lucky me some say having slept with so many men makes you bored, but I am hoping he will bring his A game and not drop the ball" walking up the ramp and onto the dance floor "this is what you dreamed of sweetheart and here we are in the middle of it, so I am yours tonight make the most of it." Mira made'Mira made'? Rex had heard of the company. Now Halo was leading him to the place. He looks back at the Minister Tessa. "Good day minister!" Soon he found they were walking up the ramp in to the place. An attendant spoke to Halo and they walk in. The place is full of Brian tobacco smoke and a fine water mist. The strong odor of rum and cologne also fills the air. Hallo leads them to the dance floor." This is what you dreamed of sweetheart and here we are in the middle of it, so I'm yours tonight so make the most of it!" Hallo states. Rex looks at her then at the other Millie white Tristian women all dressed in many multicolored dresses and dress suits. Rex knows that Mira made is known for its multi species dance and sex clubs. Where more sex took place then dancing. Lines of Christians white flake covered most of the tables. Rex follows Halos moves but is a few seconds behind her. The slight delay has a mirror effect that some of the patrons notice. I know why he called his ship the 'Star dreamer'. Long ago a man had a dream, he would travel amongst the stars to places far off the beaten track, planets like old friends and people like family. I found it curious that he was the one I had in mind, after all, my captor was my greatest lover. But not love in the physical sense, but a memorable mind of such avoidance of prejudice and absent of malice. I wanted so to believe in his cause, but something was missing, a reason too, after all he was accusing me of murder and death blow to innocence born. I pondered the notion of it as I entangled him in sensuous dance, noticing he was delayed in his moves, as to mirror my own. Attractive and yet gratifying, but physically he seamed to ooze sexuality, did he want to pair with me a union of sorts to make a new life ?." I love the music here!" I gently whispered into his ear kissing it gently and with my tongue I caressed his lobe, "I want you in the worst way tonight," pictured him laying flat out on his back with binders on his wrists and ankles, and me riding him like a cowboy riding a newly Unbridled mare, touching him softly and almost making love in the middle of the music the dance floor felt empty except for the two of us. I touched him below his notched and hardened belt, running my fingers over his gun and buckle while trying to catch his eyes in a gaze as if to say "Yes! It was ok to play". But something stopped the emotion and snapped me like an electric whip, a lash of my past came back to bare. Bursting into a tear and walking off the floor, finding a secret quiet darken spot and swallowing a glass of luminous liquid, leaving him puzzled. And then suddenly..... Rex's first misgivings about the dance club fades away. He found that dancing with her an easy thing to do. Even with the tempo changes. He felt he was in her flow. This was her world and she was welcoming him into it." I love the music here!" she whispered into his ear. Then makes tender nuzzles his ear. Then whispers." I want you in the worst way tonight." The music is soft and warm. And transported him back to an earlier place. He was in a way now fearful to Halo. She had gone from a general pain in the ass to a tender loving woman. Rex slowly slides back into the past. It had been the last race of the season. The warm air slips past him. The brown and green trees swayed gentle. The long front raised lazily. His mechanic full of cease comes up to him. The engine was ready. The gears had been tightened. He was up to full power in all his systems. He had felt flesh. Ready but not anxious. Confident of what he could do. He walks over to his race rand pauses on the first step as a woman walks up to him. She hands him a white scarf. Gives him a soft kiss. And then says "Good luck." He looks at her for a second, gives her a small smile and climbs into the racer. He locks down the canopy and she is gone. Just then he is out on the dance floor and finds himself all alone again. Hallo has walked off the dance floor. She had been in her world. And he had been in his.

Space Cowboy Chapter 1( The begining) closed for Rasberry|rating:3.0

The Ranch. (Syrupy and Mac84)

It was 1881, The USA was beginning to heal from the Scars of the Civil War that threatened to destroy the still infant Union. All the while, People from all around the world were pouring into her borders. Seeking their fortune and drawn to the lure of Freedom. As these people spread, they found homes among the lands of America. Somewhere near the Border of the Arizona Territory, One such person works to save up for his piece of the American dream. Frank Hart sat upon his trusty Horse. A chestnut mare that he simply calls Annie. She was older than most horses, but she was a faithful companion. They were together since Frank was in the Cavalry. Frank yawned as he was on his homeward leg of his "Walk" around the property line. Checking to see about coyotes, rustlers, or numerous other threats to the Cattle he was charged with protecting for his Employer, Mrs. Emilia Marsh. Mrs. Marsh was a widow. Her Husband recently passed. Their ranch was much bigger when he was alive, but shortly after he passed. Many of the Hands left. Some even stole portions of the Herd. The only one to remain was Frank. At 5'11" tall, He had a stocky build that lent itself to his line of work. His Hazel eyes scanned the surrounding area. He rubbed the stubble that darkened his normally tan skin. As the Horse walked the trail that they rode hundreds of time. The usual sounds played themselves out. The light "Clink" of the tackle. The creak of the leather from the saddle. The Clop-Clop-Clop of Annie's hooves on the compacted Earth below. However, The wind was blowing a bit harder than normal and with it strange voices. "HEY! HE'S ESCAPING!" "HURRY, DON'T LET HIM GET AWAY". Angry male voices could be heard on the wind. Frank pulled on the reigns to stop Annie. Straining his ears and eyes. He searched for the source of the Sound. About half of a mile away. He saw dust being kicked up by a couple of mounted horsemen. Squinting, he could see something was running from them. It looked like a boy. "Come on, Annie. Let's see what is going on." Frank spoke as he spurred his horse. She gave out a whinny as she went from stand still to a fast trot and finally a full gallop. As they drew closer, Frank could make out that the mounted cowboys were definitely after the one on foot. "Why are they after him?" Frank thought as he quickly closed the distance. Turning his attention to one on foot. He could make out that his hands were bound and that prevented it from running to his fullest. The distance between the four quickly closed as Frank saw one pull something from his hip. The glint from the sun told him it was metallic and thus was most likely a gun. "Don't shoot him you idiot! He ain't worth Putin if we kill him." "Don't yell at me. I'll Just wing him." the lead pursuer held his hand out and took aim. Even at this distance, Frank could tell the gunman was a novice. He would most likely hit the boy. He thought on how to prevent the tragic event from occurring. The only thing he could think of was to fire at them. Pulling the Winchester rifle from its leather scabbard on the side of the saddle. He shifted his feet in the stirrups so that the balls of his feet were in the middle of each stirrup. Hooking the reigns on the horn of the saddle. Frank slightly stood up. Balancing himself on the stirrups. Using his legs to steady himself and absorb as much of the bumps from the galloping horse as possible. Pushing down on one side or the other to steer as he sighted down the carbine. He slowed his breathing as much as possible as he slowly squeezed the trigger. Before Frank could fire, He saw the lead gunman fire off his shot. A puff of smoke and a thunderous report echoed across the land. Frank flashed his eyes towards the one on foot. Blessedly, the Novice completely missed. Again frank turned his attention to the two on the Horse. He couldn't risk them taking another shot. He squeezed the trigger as the 44-40 round was fired from the lever action rifle. The Bullet screamed across the open land and just passed in front of the two. "SHIT! THE FUCK WAS THAT!?", "Look! Damn, he sees us. We have to kill him" That told Frank everything he needed. Slavers, but Slavery was outlawed for just over a decade. Frank growled as he moved the lever forward. Ejecting the spent shell and resetting the hammer as another bullet was loaded. The spent round tumbling and glinting in the sun as he arced towards the ground. One of the Cowboys diverted and began a head long charge into Frank. He remained calm as he settled the front sight on the chest of the one riding towards him. Squeezing the trigger, the gun barked again. A small hole appeared in the center of his enemy's chest. His shirt quickly turned crimson as the rider fell from his saddle. Tumbling in the sand as Frank blazed past him. Now all there was left of the other one. Frank had to end the pursuit quickly as Annie was getting tired. He spurred his horse again. Summoning one last burst of speed as he came alongside of the other slaver. The Slaver tried to fire over his shoulder, but was a poor shot as the bullet whizzed harmless away from Frank. Holstering his rifle back into the scabbard, he drew his Colt Single Action Army. He didn't aim the pistol so much as point it at the other slaver. His thumb pulled back the Hammer though it's trademark four clicks that seemed to spell out C.O.L.T. Frank pulled the trigger as the pistol fired. The Slaver grabbed at his back right before he slumped forward in the saddle. Frank pulled on the reigns to slow Annie down. He could feel her breathing hard from the excursion. Holstering his pistol he shifted in the saddle as he patted her neck. "Good girl" He mumbled as he looked around for the figure they were chasing. "HELLO! IT IS SAFE! THE SLAVERS ARE DEAD!" Frank called out. His voice echoing over the land. France should have known they were no good. It had been a stupid thing to agree to travel with them. But he hadn't really had much of a choice. He certainly couldn't have stayed back home on the farm... Not that there was much of a farm anymore. The land rights had been disputed for years and when last year's harvest had failed because of that off-season frost, there wasn't much fight left in anyone. There was no money, no food, no reason to protest when the fancy company-types with their pressed suits were willing to write a fat check for the land. Something about a new railway depot... Either way, it didn't matter. France could only barely have called the farm home, it wasn't so much that he was glad to be there as much as he knew how bad it was everywhere else. He should have known those men would pull something like that. He'd heard the stories. The was over, and ownership of men by other men was no longer allowed by the mandate of the United States government... Apparently people like him fell into a gray area. If you possessed a few more animal-like traits than your neighbor and had a few handy skills, there wasn't much stopping that same neighbor from throwing a collar and you and... France didn't want to think about it. He didn't want to have to live like that again. That's why when those men came at him with their ropes, he'd run. He knew it was stupid. They had horses, and while he was quite a bit faster than the average human, he wasn't about to beat a horse in a foot-race. Add in the fact that there were four of them and only one of him, plus at least twice as many guns... The situation wasn't looking good for him. As he sprinted across the dirt flats he almost found himself hoping that they would shoot him. At least then he'd be free of whatever humiliation they were intent on selling him into. He was wearing simple clothes, fairly typical farm-hand affair if not for the obvious modifications that they had to fit his curious body type. And they were very worn, more so than could be accounted for even by long days of hard farm work. He hadn't been able to bring much with him when he'd fled the farm back home. Currently, he just found himself grateful that they didn't inhibit his ability to run from slavers with guns. When the first bullets flew every instinct in his body told him to fall the ground or to find some kind of cover - but he couldn't let himself think that way. If he even flinched, they'd catch him. Adrenaline had his blood pounding behind his years, telling him to run. Fast and hard. It took him longer than it should have to realize that some of those shots were fired to help him... Longer still to realize that his pursuers were bleeding out onto the sun-bleached earth of the Arizona flats. But his muscles were still tense, and his heart still felt as though it was going to beat through his rib cage. He couldn't help but flinch when he heard Frank's strong voice after the dust had settled. If he'd had the energy, he might have taken off again, but he'd been sprinting for quite some time and the fatigue was finally beginning to catch up with him now that he'd stopped. Even if Frank intended him harm, there wasn't much chance of him being able to do much about it. His breath was catching in his throat and even in warm-weather clothes he wore: jeans cut-off into shorts to fit his uniquely shaped legs and a short-sleeved button-up, he felt hot and unpleasantly warm. He was still a fair distance away from Frank, though he had no real desire to approach the strong-looking gun toting man." Please... I didn't... I didn't mean to cause any trouble." His voice was light and soft, and the exhaustion was evident. Frank might not have even heard him from the distance. Frank looked in the direction that he saw the young person run. Pulling the surrounding reigns brought Annie in the direction too. She huffed a few times as he shifted. Allow her a moment to catch her breath. At first, he didn't hear the meek voice. Seeing the Boy, Frank's eyes narrowed a bit as he slid off Annie. Draping the reigns on the horn of the saddle, he cautiously approached him. The differences obvious even from the dozen or so feet they were apart. His clothes, his legs and arms. The horns and drooping ears. Frank didn't have to worry about Annie running off. She was an ex-Cavalry horse. Used to sound of gun fire and cannon. Western trained. She would follow Frank even without being led by the reigns. Looking at the Smaller Creature, Frank studied him hard. His left hand coming up to unconsciously stroke the large scar on the left side of his face. One that ran from the corner of his eye to his the corner of his mouth. "Nana" Frank muttered. An Indian term to refer to those that were "Connected to Nature". Creatures that had both Animal and Human traits. There were numerous examples in history. The Centaurs and Sayers of Greek History. Tales of Beautiful Mermaids by sailors. Some have been killed off in struggles with ancient Man. Some still remain. Though most are hidden. Taurus, the common term for Cow-people were People that had traits of cows/bulls. That common name stemmed from the Greek story about the Minotaur. They often used as labor on farms as they had a natural connection with livestock. Rare, Frank only heard of them, but never saw one before. The stories that often went with tales of Taurus were not pleasant. Often if they were not just for Labor, but also sexual toys for their owners. Something that raised Franks Ire." Easy, Easy. I won't hurt you." Frank whispered as he closed the last few feet. Holding his hands out away from his weapons. "Don't worry, yer safe now." Frank continued. Trying to be as non-threatening as possible. He could see that this Nana, was exhausted and the white around his lips a sign of dehydration. Frank thought as much and brought the canteen from his Saddle. He held the Canteen in front to show the Male Taurus. As Frank closed within 5 feet, he saw that the boy's wrists were bound in rope and bound tightly. He could only imagine how badly the rope rubbed the boy's skin. "I am going to Cut your bindings. Please don't be afraid." Frank said as he slowly reached for his Bowie knife. At 18" long. It's blade was 13 of those inches. Nearly 3" wide, it tapered down into a sharp needle like point. The needle point made it easy to get under rope. Along its spine a strip of brass was laid as a blade catcher. To Perry an opponent's blade. Setting the Canteen down. Frank knelt in the soft sand as he worked the tip of his Bowie under the rope being very careful not to hurt the boy. A moment later the razor sharp blade sliced the rope as it fell to the ground. Frank looked at the rubs on his wrists. Just as he thought, The ropes rubbed the skin raw, nearly bleeding in some places. Looking around he saw what he was looking for. With an almost lazy swipe of his Bowie. It cleaved a large thick piece off of a nearby plant. Using the knife to cut the plant into long strips. Gently holding the Taurus's hands. Frank used the moist inner parts of the plant as wraps. The juices felling cool against the chaffed skin. "That aloe should help with the pain. Here Drink. It's water... Whoa, Whoa. Not so fast. You'll hurt your stomach" Frank cautioned. Frank leaned back a bit to give the Taurus some breathing room as he drank the water. His face appeared flushed, so Frank removed his hat and set it easily on the Taurus's head to get his face out of the sun. "That should help." The Hat had a bit of trouble trying to settle on the boy's horns. "My Name is Frank, Frank Hart. Do you have a Name?" He was exhausted, certainly. All the same his milky-brown eyes were wary of Frank as the larger man stepped closer and closer to him. Years of harsh reality had long-established the precedent for dealing with strangers. His flight-or-fight response was tightly wound, to say the least. It was probably a good thing for Frank that France was in his current state... though he had no real chance outnumbered and starting down the barrel of a well-aimed fire-arm, France's heritage did give her certain advantages, particularly at short range like this. He was much stronger than he looked. Something he was proud of and certainly glad to be able to rely on what with the current state of the world. It was a handy trick to be able to throw off a much stronger attacker. Add to the equation not only his hard hooves and well-muscled legs, but his strange fingers: almost hooked at the ends rather than nailed, and any strike from the Taurus boy would do much more damage than a would-be assailant would come to expect. Though he allowed Frank close enough to touch him, his eyes were sharp and quick (showing even through the obvious exertion of his flight). They widened still when they caught the silver metallic glint of Frank's knife. France let out a confused sigh after the sharp intake of breath that the weapon's reveal had caused. The expression grew on his face as he watched the man wrap his wrists in the strange plant. Confusion was quickly replaced however once Frank offered him the canteen. Even France, who had been taught hard lessons by experience not to trust or rely on the kindness of strangers (much fewer strangers with guns who were good with knives), wasn't about to deny the gesture. He couldn't remember any water back home tasting as sweet. The Taurus boy seemed to remember that he needed to breathe and almost reluctantly removed his lips from the canteen's opening. Confusion rippled back onto his features, this time mingled with the first showing of a reluctant curiosity." Fraiche..." The little Nana responded, his words and breath still uneven. His frantic gulps of water hadn't helped him catch his breath at all. "My name is France. Why would you... did you kill those men?" Frank remained in his kneeling position. Watching as the Nana, gulped down the last of his water. "France, Huh?" Frank said. He continued to say that name a few times. As if he was tasting it, seeing how it rolled on his tongue. "Well, I don't rightly believe I heard a name like that before. However, if your happy with it. Then that is all that matters." Frank continued to let France draw from the canteen. Wishing he had more water for the Young Nana. His eyes looked over France's body. Taking in his strange features, or at least strange to him." Yes, I killed them. They aren't the first I killed, but hopefully they will be the last. As for the why, I wanted to save you. That moron that was shooting at you would have killed you in another shot or two. He didn't have the sense he was born with. Otherwise, he would have known he didn't have the skill to make that shot. Also, I hate slavers. No man should own another. Besides, they would have killed me as a witness." Frank spoke quietly, still sitting on his haunches. "I am sorry, I never met a Nana before. Forgive me for starring." Frank said as he rested his chin in his hand. Frank was quite a moment before he stood up and made his way over to the two bodies. Buzzards already beginning circle. Toeing one, Frank knelt down and began looking over the body. He found another canteen. Cutting stripes from the dead man's shirt. Making sure to remain clear of the blood stains. Frank began to soak the stripes in the water. Returning to France, He removed the dried plant wraps and cut fresh ones then he covered them in the water soaked strips. "There, that should keep for a while now. Your wrists will hopefully feel better." Frank said with a smile. "Please wait here, I need to check over the bodies again. Perhaps there is something of use." This time Frank was looking for anything of value. He found that both slaver had Colt 1851 Navy Cap and ball revolvers. Frank thought he could get a couple of dollars for them. As he suspected, neither had any money. Standing back up, he searched the area thinking that perhaps one of the horses remained. However, he was not lucky. Both seemed to have run off to where ever they wanted. He pulled out his handkerchief and wiped the beading sweat from his brow. Looking up he could see that the sun was beginning to set. He took the reign of his horse and mounted into the saddle. Walking her over to Fiche, he shifted a bit as he hung the Slaver's gun belts over the rifle scabbard. "You won't get very far out here, unless you know where you're going. Why don't you come with me? I am a hand at the Ranch whose property that you wandered onto. We can get you some fresh clothes, perhaps some food in your belly. I might even convince Mrs. Marsh to take you on and give you work. I am the only hand and could use the help." Frank stated as he held out his hand for France. France nodded softly as Frank spoke. At the start of their conversation his eyes were trained on Frank, darting between the older man's face and his weaponry. But as they spoke his focus seemed to drift. France's past had made him paranoid, but the last hour or so had made him exhausted. Besides, if Frank was going to kill him or capture him, he could have done it a long time ago. He didn't trust Frank yet... not by any stretch of the imagination. There just wasn't much for an exhausted Nana to do against a well-armed, well-trained man and his horse - even if the mare did seem to be almost as tired as he did, France had noted. The little Taurus's ears twitched visibly at Frank's use of the word 'Nana'. He couldn't help himself from commenting on it in between smaller sips of water. "There's not many that know that word, much less care enough to use it." France paused, still a little confused about the entire situation. It was overwhelming in an entirely novel way. It wasn't every day that France could expect to be saved by the kindness of a passing stranger. "Thank you." He continued. Though the gratitude was directly intended for the use of a respectable term for his race, he felt as though he should be thanking Frank for much more. He nodded in a small gesture as he watched Frank make the rounds between the men's bodies. France wished he could say that he hadn't ever seen a man bleed out and die like this before... but the world was a cruel place. He didn't like to think about it any more than he had to. He occupied himself by taking one last small sip of water from the canteen, whether he had done it intentionally or not he'd left the last dregs for Frank. It was his after all. When Frank returned from his task astride Annie France moved close enough to meet them, his small hands softly and slowly stroking the mare's earthly hued neck and shoulders. He hadn't thought to ask permission to approach the man's horse as a human might have done. The Taurus boy could tell even from afar that Frank's mare was a kind, gentle thing. It made him feel calmer somehow... He looked up at Frank, his eyes wide in spite of himself. "You've done so much for me already..." Normally France would be disinclined to accept kind offers from strangers with guns, but there was something about Frank that made him feel just slightly more comfortable with the situation than he might have otherwise. Or maybe it was Annie, she seemed to like Frank well-enough. "I can make myself useful! Don't know too much about ranching, but I'm good with animals. And I know a thing or two about growing." He seemed keen to prove himself worthy of the kindness that Frank had shown him. He didn't want to impose on someone... Tentatively he reached to accept Frank's hand. Frank took the Nana's Hand and hoisted him up onto the back of Annie. Frank was surprised how light the boy seemed. Waiting a moment so that France could get settled. He gave the horse a slight squeeze with his leg. Annie began a lazy gait as he directed her back towards the house. Frank was quiet for a long while as he tended to his job. Every once in a while he would stop the horse and pull out his rifle. Firing it at a pack of coyotes. Not trying to hit them but to scare them off. "This land is all the Diamond K ranch. Owned by Miss Emilia Marsh. We have just over a 100 head of cattle. We used to have close to 600, but that was when her Husband, Jeb Marsh, was alive, and we had a lot more hands than too. Once he died, the other hands left. Taking large quantities of the herd with them. I am the only one that remained." Frank explained, however his tone spoke that he was withholding something. Continuing to tell France about the land. "On the Northern most property line, lies an Indian village. Mr. Marsh used to deal with them a lot, though his wife hated it. She is a devoted Christian and sees them as godless savages. She tried to get me to move them off, but she never goes up that way and the Indians aren't doing no harm. So I let them stay." He continued. Wondering if he was boring the young Nana. Standing on her front porch, Emilia Marsh stared out at open landscape. She heard the gun fire and was smart enough to tell the difference between the cartridge rounds that Frank used and the percussion cap pistols that were also fired. She puffed on a hand rolled cigarette like a freight train. "Where is that lazy good for nothing. Probably got shot by some bandits or something. It would be just my luck." She barely pushed 5' feet. Hunched over from a spinal disorder. Her snow-white hair was pulled back into a tight bun as her wrinkled vowels shook with aggravation. Peering into the setting sun, she saw a figure on horse back. It only took her a moment to recognize him as Frank. "Well, at least he ain't dead." She hissed as she spat onto the dusty ground. She didn't notice that Frank had brought someone with him. Frank easily guided the Weary horse into the Main ranch yard, tying her off by the water trough. Helping France down first, he then removed the Saddle and blanket. Throwing them over the hitching rail with a labored grunt. The rifle and two looted sunbelts clinked as they settled from being moved. He patted Annie on her neck as he whispered praise into her ear. "FRANK! What did you find on your walk of the line?" Mrs. Marsh called from the Porch. Her voice gravelly and harsh from years of chain-smoking. "Nothing, but a couple of Cattle rustlers. I believe they were trying to scout an inroad and escape to make off with some of the Head." Frank stated matter of factually. "Is that so? Then whom is that?" She retorted, pointing a crooked tobacco stained finger at France. "I found him wondering around the line. I couldn't rightly leave him to fate now could I?" Frank returned hoping she would drop the subject. "That is one of them Taurus, ain't it" She accused. "Yes Ma'am. He is a Nana..." "Don't you use those Heathen words with me. Only the Godless use such words" She snapped cutting Frank off. "What are you planning with it." She sneered. Her beady eyes narrowing. "I thought, he would be a good help around the Ranch. I understand they are good with animals. We could hire..." "HIRE?! You mean you want to pay that thing?" She continued. "Why Yes Ma'am. It is only fair. If he works for you. He should be compensated for his time and effort. No different from any other ranch hand." Frank answered. His eyes hardening like steel as the tone of his voice grew harder. He was not going to back down on this matter. Emilia swallowed hard. She knew his past and that he was good at it. When he got like this, she couldn't even bring herself to look at him. It scared her. "F-Fine, But his Salary is coming out of your pay" She hissed. "That is acceptable." Frank quietly said. "So, How much are you willing to pay him?" She scowled. "I reckon two dollars a week is fair, Since we are feeding him and providing a roof over his head." Frank offered. "What? 2 dollars out of your 6 a week. My aren't you generous. Ok, it is your money. Now get cleaned up. Dinner will be ready shortly." Emilia stated as she headed back into the house." Well, France. Looks like your hired. Come with me, I'll show you to the Bunkhouse where we stay." Frank stated as he picked up his saddle. Rifle in his offhand. As they walked the few yards over. Emilia called from the window. "That thing is not to come into the house, Y'hear me?". "Yes, Ma'am." Frank called back over his shoulder. Nudging the door open with his rifle. The Bunkhouse was easily large enough for 20 men. Empty bunks lined the room. "Feel free to choose any of one you want. That one in the Corner is mine though." Frank said as he set his tackle on a nearby stand. The Bed in question was a small one in the corner. A small table sitting next to it with a lamp and a trunk at the foot of the bed. Frank stretched and worked the knots out of his back as he walked towards the center of the room. Taking another look at France, he noticed how worn out his pants were. "Hmm. That won't do. Hold on. I may have something you could use." Walking over to his trunk, he pulled out a set of tan canvas trousers like the ones he was already wearing. Looking how the Nana had his modified. Frank pulled out his knife and trimmed off the legs and cut a hole for the tale. "I got these in a mail order. They sent me the wrong size. They may be a little big, but they are better than want you have on right now." he said as he tossed the modified pants towards France. "I Have to go wipe down Annie and put her up for the night. Make herself at home." France didn't speak. His eyes were downcast, although he caught himself occasionally glancing sideways at Frank as they stood. The woman's words didn't hurt as much as they should have... And that's what pained him the most. It was a sad fact to admit to himself that he was used to this kind of treatment by now, it was something that he'd come to expect from people. France didn't know why, he didn't want to try to think of a reason that people would be so cruel to someone based only on their race and heritage, something over which the individual had no control. The country had nearly torn itself apart to see the ownership of one man by another made a thing of the past, but if a change in policy was so difficult that sons and husbands had to spill their blood on the battlefields in Dixie... A change in people's hearts would be impossible. That's what France told himself. It made it easier most of the time... Sometimes. When the Marsh woman exclaimed such shock at the prospect of hiring him, France was about to speak up. Frank had already done too much for him, he didn't need to do this. His little voice was lost in the ensuing discussion. Now at least, his eyes were on Frank, staring at him with the kind of shock that only comes from years of hard experience suddenly being proven wrong. He didn't feel as though he could interrupt after Frank's bold statement on his behalf. He stayed close to the older man as he finished his discussion with his employer before they parted and left for the bunk house. Now that France had the opportunity to speak, he wasn't even sure what to say. What do you say in the face of such kindness? He busied himself for the time being with choosing a bunk. Though he hadn't necessarily intended too, he'd chosen one rather close to Frank, in an effort to position himself as far away from the door as possible. He accepted the modified pants as Frank offered them to him." What... what do you want from me?" France asked, though he regretted his words almost as soon as they had tumbled from his lips. He'd meant to thank Frank, not question his motives. Frank stopped in the doorway at France's question. He couldn't blame the Nana for asking such a question. If even half the stories he heard were true. Then France had more than enough reason not to Trust him. He turned to face the Young Boy. A soft smile spread on his lips. "I don't want anything, but to help." Frank spoke softy and honestly. With that, he stepped back out into the yard and made his way over to Where Annie was still hitched up by the water trough." Hey girl, How are you feeling?" Frank whispered as he unhitches her from the rail. Leading her over to the barn. He removed her bridal, taking care not the let the bit strike the back of her teeth. "Good Girl." He quietly spoke as he ran the brushes over her coat. They have been with each other since He was in the Cavalry. They learned they could trust one another. When Frank's term of service was up from the Cavalry, he bought Annie with his saved pay. Since then, they were always together. Frank was lost in his memories and thinking about the Nana. He hated how they were treated. Even though, they could speak and were intelligent. They were treated like beasts. The Image of France's eyes seemed to linger in his mind. Elsewhere, an another was picking at the dead that Frank had left behind. "PA! PA!. I found them. It's those two that had the Taurus calf." The young man shouted excitedly. He, his brother and father had been tailing the slavers for since they left the last town a week ago. Their intent was to kill the slavers and take the Taurus for their own ends. "PA!". "HUSH BOY," the Father hissed as he smacked his dimwitted son. They lost the trail earlier that day. Thinking that the slavers discovered them following them, they were on the verge of giving up when They heard the gunfire from long ways off. "The lord gave unto Adam the beasts of the Earth to serve him, and do with as he pleases" The Father spoke as if he was quoting a verse from the Holy Bible. Looking over to his eldest son, he gave an approving smile at his demeanor. His eldest simply sat on his horse. His expression cold like a snake. Long since stopped feeling anything about killing a man. "We'll head into town. Perhaps someone there is bragging about acquiring a new "toy." The three headed off towards the town Frank filled Annie's feed pale as closed her stall door. The Sun had completely descended, and the Moon was full and bright this night. The stars twinkled as he made his way over to the House to get supper for him and France. "Here you go, chili tonight." Mrs. Marsh stated as she handed him two bowls and half a loaf of bread. One of the bowl was a bit smaller with less in it. The other was the normal one that she feeds Frank with. "Thank you Ma'am." Frank said as he turned to leave. "Are you sure about this frank? You try to help people, but it always blows up in your face." She spoke, her tone much softer than that afternoon. "I must try, Mrs. Marsh. You could do with a bit of thinking too. France seems like the good sort. Perhaps you could go easier on him. We are all God's creations, Even the Nana." Frank returned. She grimaced at his sermon and shoo'd him away. Back at the Bunkhouse, Frank set the two bowls on the small table in the center. Giving the Larger, nicer bowl to France. Taking the bread, He tore it in half for the both of them. "I know Mrs. Marsh can come across hard and cruel, but please don't think ill of her. Things had been very hard since her Husband died. She used to be very kind and generous. Now eat up. It is good." "You don't have to do that..." France mumbled, staring down at the bowl that Frank had put in his hands. "I'm not sure how hungry I am." Though he was obviously uncomfortable with the amount of kindness that Frank had shown him, his stomach was practically doing flips. It had been an eventful day to say the least. He half expected that whatever he tried to eat would come right back up. He was sitting on the bed he'd chosen, his knees nearly pulled up to his chest. Furthermore, he nibbled at the chunk of bread that Frank had torn off for him. Whether France realized it or not his big Chocolatey eyes hadn't left Frank once he'd returned. For everything that the man had done, France still didn't know what to make of him. He felt terrible being so mistrustful of a man who had done nothing but give to him. But old habits were hard to break. Depending on someone, or even letting your guard down around them, had only ever gotten France in trouble. "Your right, I didn't have to. I wanted too. Besides, it's not like I can't stand to lose a pound or two." Frank said as he dipped his bread in the chili to soak up some of the Soup. While he wasn't aware of France's constant looks, he would steal a glance or two as he ate. It was those brown eyes that constantly seemed to hold his attention. Every time Frank's and France's eyes met, he would hold it just a moment, Until he could summon the will to look away. He began to stroke the Scar again. His mind deep in thought. Frank let out a yawn as he wiped the last of the chili in his bowl with the bit of bread he had left. Setting the bowl on the table, he walked over to the door and closed it. Making sure, France could see he didn't bolt it or lock it in any way. Should France decide he needed the restroom or other reasons. Frank began to get undressed and ready to go to sleep. Removing his Sunbelt, he hung it off the Head of his bed. Sitting on his bed, he pulled off his long Cavalry boots. They fell to the floor with an audible thump. "Pooh, that feels so good." Frank gave a low moan of pleasure as he curled and stretched his toes. Standing back up he slipped his suspenders off his shoulders as he allowed his pants to fall to the floor. He didn't feel anything about changing in front of France. They were both guys. In this Period of Time, Boxers and Briefs weren't in common use. Most men wore either "Union Suits", Long Johns where the Undershirt and Pants are a single piece, Or Nothing. The long hem of the shirts acting like underwear. Frank was of the sort for the ladder. Being out west, it was often too hot to wear long johns. The muscles in his legs shifted and flexed as he moved. Toned from years of work and horse riding. The hem of the shirt just barely covered his rear and front. Even though one could see a slight rippled where his manhood would brush across the fabric. Frank reached for a set of Long john bottoms that had the top shirt removed. They were like sleep pants. Bending over to put them on, Frank was careful to point his posterior away from France. While he had no problem with changing. There was no need to expose himself to the Poor Nana. The last thing he did was remove his shirt and hung it up on a nail by the bed post. His upper body was just as toned as his lower body. The areas that gotten sun and those that didn't were clearly visible by the shade difference in his tan. Once he was finished, he reached over and pulled an extra blanket from another bunk. Tossing it over to France. "Here. It is going to get cold tonight." He sleepily stated. Plopping down on his own bunk. He folded his pillow as he found a comfortable spot. "Good Night France, Have pleasant dreams" He said through a Yawn. "Oh, please douse the lamp when your finished." As Frank began to undress France hastily turned his gaze downwards, a pink flush blooming over his cheeks. It took him a moment to still his heart from beating out of his chest. He wasn't used to men undressing themselves around him for reasons so simple as changing to bed, such was his life. And though he felt terrible for doubting him, France couldn't quite shake the feeling that Frank may have simply done all of his to force him to let his guard down. But of course, as unlikely as the odds seemed, France seemed to have been rescued by the only man with a square set of morals left in the country. The cowboy began to tear at his bread and slowly nibble at bits of his chili. Mostly to give him something to do rather than look at his hooves awkwardly while Frank changed, and he felt rather guilty not eating the meal that Frank had so generously given to him. Fraiche looked up again once he could see that Frank was finished with his business, although to site of a shirtless well-toned abdomen did nothing to alleviate the blush on his face. As such he was quick to finish eating what he could and follow Frank's request of dousing the light. Wrapping the extra blankets around him France curled up on his bunk and willed himself to fall asleep, despite the fact that his heart was still racing. Halfway through the night, Frank shot up in bed with a gasp. His Revolver extended in his out stretched hand. He was covered in a cold sweat as he looked around the room. Swallowing a large lump in his throat. He wet his lips with his tongue. Slowly remembering where he was. He lowered the large sidearm to the mattress. In the pale moonlight that filtered in through the solitary window. It just gave enough light for Frank to see that he was alone, except for the dozing form of France in the bed across the room. He rubbed his jaw as he stood up. The wooden floor creaked underneath is weight as he crossed the length of the Bunkhouse to a large basin with a pitcher of water. Trying to be quiet as possible to not wake France. Rubbing the tepid water on his face. He looked at the dark image in the mirror. He had been awakened many nights by the same bad dream, and it nearly cost a couple bunk mates their lives when they tried to wake him from them. Before he went back to bed. He decided to check on France. Carefully coming to his bedside, he saw that the blankets were threatening to slide off the young boy. Taking a moment to adjust the blankets. He looked over the boy and hoped he could find a better place in this world than what he had known. Frank would do everything in his power to help him do such that. Returning to his own bed. He picked up the gun and returned it to his holster before he returned to sleep. He will not be plagued by further nightmares tonight. As the First rays of the Morning sun peeked into the Bunkhouse. Frank was already up and dressed. He figured he would let France sleep in a bit. Considering what kind of Day he had yesterday. besides, Frank was so used to doing everything by himself. He would need to sit down and come up with a chores list for the Young Nana. Walking by the Main house. He was greeted by Mrs. Marsh. "Good Morning, Frank. Where is that Taurus you were so eager for me to Hire?" She asked, expecting that he ran off in the night. "He is still asleep. I figured that with what kind of day he had yesterday. He could do with a bit of extra sleep." Frank returned nonchalantly. She grimaced as she puffed on her cigarette. "Get the Wagon hitched up. I am going into town for some business. I will be gone for two days." She ordered. "Yes Ma'am. Any special instructions while your away?" Frank asked. "Yea, make sure that Creature doesn't come into my House or Garden." She hissed. "Ma'am. He says he pretty good with Gardening. Perhaps he can help you tend your vegetables." Frank Offered. "Fine, but he is not to enter my house!" She returned. "Yes Ma'am." Frank stated. Happy she relented on the Garden. Taking two of the horses from the Stables, Frank hitched them up to a large wagon that the ranch has used to haul supplies to and from the town. Bringing up to the main house. Frank waited until Mrs. Marsh hobbled her way out and helped her climb the wagon. "Have a good trip Mrs. Marsh." He said as she got the wagon going. He watched as she drove out of sight before he started on the chores before breakfast. Thinking of what France could help him with afterward. France's dark Chocolatey eyes flickered open with a start. He was now he's experiencing a rather similar feeling of abrupt confusion as he awoke similar to Frank's earlier on in the wee hours of the morning. Luckily France didn't have a gun anywhere near his hands, he was considerably more jumpy than Frank and surely a damn sight less-accurate with one. After a few sharp draws of breath to keep himself from panicking completely, the Nana began to remember where exactly he was. Yesterday had been so unbelievable for him. None of it had seemed real. It was hard to wake up in a reality that he thought had been too good to even be a dream. More surprising still was how soundly he had slept. Not only was this his first night in a real bed in some time, but it was the first one where he'd slept through the night without waking from a nightmare or being woken as the nightmares came true. He suddenly remembered Frank's negotiations with his employer the previous day. France was supposed to be earning his keep here! The cowboy practically vaulted out of bed. Judging by the bright light shining through the windows of the bunk house it was at least noon. He never slept this late. Hurrying out of the bunk house he only hoped that he hadn't upset Frank or Mrs. Marsh. Seeing Frank returning to the farm and the shrinking image of a wagon riding off into the distance France hurried over. He couldn't say that he wasn't grateful that Mrs. Marsh was gone... He didn't hate the woman for what she'd said and how she'd acted. Others had certainly said and done worse. Much worse. But she made him nervous. Not that most things didn't make him a bit jumpy." I'm sorry!" France gushed before he could get his thoughts properly in order. "I can't believe how late I slept. I usually don't sleep so late. Ever. I should have been up to help you earlier and after everything you've done I just... I'm sorry." Frank chuckled when France came rushing up to him. His reaction was welcomed. It meant that he was an honest boy. Frank ruffled his bedhead with a dusty hand. "Don't worry none about it. I let you sleep in. I figured you could have used a few extra hours. Furthermore, I Still haven't put together a chores list for you yet. Furthermore, I will have something together soon though." Frank said as he stretched some kinks out of his shoulder. "Well you seem eager enough. Why don't you weed and water Mrs. Marsh's vegetable garden? After that... Feed the Chickens and the Pigs. Mrs. Marsh should have a couple of pales of slop by the back door. I have to mend the corral fence. I didn't have time to properly mend it before I had to walk the line. Furthermore, I am lucky the steers didn't press against it. As it wouldn't have held." Frank said as he rested his right hand on the butt of his revolver. A habit he was trying to break as many people seemed to be intimidated by it. "Walking the Line" meant walking the ranch's property line. To scout for potential threats to the ranch such as squatters, rustlers, and predators that were stalking around the ranch's livestock. Frank grabbed a box of tools from the barn. "Do you have a knife?" He asked France before the two got started on their chores. Looking at the Nana, Frank was quite a moment expecting an answer. Suddenly it dawned on him. "Well I'll be. I would lose my head if it weren't attached. Of course, you don't. Otherwise, you may have not been in as big a pickle as you were yesterday." He set the tool box down and rifled through the contents a moment before pulling out a small Knife in a leather sheath. "Here. My Pa gave it to me when I was a kid. It isn't much, but it will come in handy for chore work. Here, you can have it." Frank said as he handed the knife over to France. The blade was about 4 inches long with a slight curve at the tip. The wooden handle was well-worn from years of use, but the blade was sharp and free of Rust. Frank smiled as he gave France a hardy pat on his shoulder. "Come now. Let's get to work." The patch fence in question wasn't too far from a walkaway. One of the rails got chewed up by termites and Frank had to get rid of it before they infested the fence post. A new rail was already cut, but he didn't get a chance to install it. The only thing keeping the steer in was a bit of thick wire stretched across the gap. It took him about two hours of good work to get the board installed. At one point a group of Cows seemed to have gotten curious to the activity and came over to investigate. Frank got into the Corral and gently encouraged them to go away. He didn't want them to get injured in case he dropped any nails or such. Once the new board was in place and his tools gathered. Frank wiped his brow. "Whew, that was a task. Best to be getting them stables cleaned out since Mrs. Marsh took the horses in town. Frank pulled out Annie and hitched her up to the post as he pulled a wheel borrow and a shovel. Entering the barn, the flies were buzzing around in force. Frank swatted them away from the front of his face as he pulled his handkerchief over his nose to try and lessen the smell. He cleaned up after the horses and laid down some fresh bedding. He followed this up by changing the water and placing fresh hay in the corner for the horses to munch on. After dumping the refuse, Frank set about to look for his helper. France smiled just slightly as Frank ruffled his hair, only then realizing that he must have looked rather silly. His hair was thick and just curly enough to stick up in strange places if he slept on it wrong. All the same, he couldn't find himself to care too much. For the first time in what felt like a lifetime he could feel himself start to relax, the tension easing out of his shoulders and his legs finally feeling sure-footed where they were: not needing to be prepared to bolt at any moment. The little Nana quickly went about the work he'd been assigned, carefully pocketing the knife that Frank had given him. It was small and used, but France was grateful for the gift all the same. He'd take care of the small token, that was assured. He wasn't sure what he was expecting when he reached the garden, but prepared himself for anything. It certainly wasn't as bad as it could be. The garden looked as though it was once lovingly and carefully tended to, though it seemed as though it had been sometime since someone had been able to give it more than a minute's attention. It was an understandable condition given what Frank had told him of the Ranch's recent history. France had no qualms about being 'down and dirty' so to speak. There was a certain pleasure to be found when working in the earth with his hands and he found the time passed quickly as he pulled at the offending weeds and gently poked at the soil around the other plants, clearing it of any pebbles or wild seeds that had found purchase to close to a plant. Feeding the chickens and pigs was easier still. One of the few perks of being a Nana that this world didn't seem to have stomped out. To say that France had a way with animals was an understatement. They responded to his presence the way they would to something, or someone familiar. It was as if there existed a connection between them before France even properly neared them, and in a way, there was. It did take a bit longer than he would have like to feed the pigs though, having to carry each slop bucket individually rather than carry them both and risk spilling them. He went through the check-list Frank had given him in his mind, probably more thoroughly than he had to given that it was only a three-task list, but he didn't want to disappoint. He'd seen Frank enter the stables some time earlier, so he'd headed in that direction once he'd finished. Seeing Frank exit the barn France offered a little wave. Frank gave the Nana a friendly wave back. Seeing how Dirty France had become only further convinced Frank that he was a good, honest sort. "Come on over here and Wait on the Front porch." Frank called as he stepped onto the Shaded porch. "Have a seat. I'll get us some lunch scrounged up." He said pointing to some rocking chairs nestled with a small table. Coming back a few minutes later with a pitcher of water, bread with some fresh butter, and a couple of Apples. "Here, eat up." Frank offered as he sat down in one of the rockers. A cool breeze blew across the Porch as Frank rocked back and forth. Taking out his large Bowie knife. He easily cut one of the apples in half and took a large bite out of the fruit. It's juices rolling down his lips and chin. With a lazy rotation of his wrist. He drove his knife into the side of the table with a thunk. The blade biting deep into the wood. Just another notch among many. Emilia Marsh Entered the Town about just Past 4. Her first destination was the general Store. The Bell announcing her entrance as she hobbled to the counter. The portly Clerk greeted her friendly. "Hello Mrs. Marsh. How are you doing this evening?" He asked. "Well, I ain't Dead yet. Not sure how long that is going to last though. I am here for my Usual." She said. The Clerk Nodded as he began writing down the usual order for Emilia. Grain, Flour, soaps, tobacco, bullets for Frank etc. "Will you need that loaded now?" The clerk asked as he finished the sale bill. "No, I have Other business to attend to while in town. I will come back for it when I leave. Just have the order ready." She answered as she handed over the amount needed to pay. The Clerk nodded as she departed and headed for the Saloon. Even from the outside, one could hear piano music and the usual banter of the patrons. Emilia entered and navigated the tables. Not afraid to push someone out of her way if the need arose. She made her way to the Counter as the Bartender simply poured her a glass of whiskey. "What is New Miss Marsh?" He asked. "Nothing. Just my good for nothing Hand insisted on my hiring some Taurus boy. Pathetic." She said right before she gulped down the fire water. She didn't notice the person next to her suddenly look up and quickly vacate the bar. Heading over to a table in the back corner. "PA! PA!" He said right before he was smacked. "What have I told you boy about carrying on? Now what is it?" the Father asked in frustration. "Pa, that old lady that just came in. Said she just hired a Taurus". The Father eyed his eldest as he sat dead still and quiet in the booth with him. The three stood up and headed towards the bar." Um, excuse me Miss." Father said in his best gentle voice. Emilia turned around and looked him over. "What can I do for you, Padre?" Emilia asked in an annoyed voice. "I was hoping you could help me and my sons. We are currently traveling out to California and was hoping you could possibly help us." He opened. "What kind of help?" Emilia asked. Her eyes narrowing in suspicion. "We are looking for a Place to lay our heads for the night, and thought perhaps you have some extra beds you would be so kind to lets us use for a night." He said with a smile. "I do, but I am not planning on heading back home till day after tomorrow. Not until I concluded my business here in town." she answered as she signaled for another shot. All the while his Father and the Old Lady were talking. The Eldest son was looking for any clues as to her identity and reason for being in town. He spied something sticking out of her purse. Tilting his head slightly. He saw it was a bill of sale from the General Store. Made out to an Emilia Marsh. Without being noticed, he slipped out of the saloon to "Question" the General store Clerk. The Father excused himself politely as he played his part. After some Persuasion. The Clerk gave up the information that was desired. The three were seen riding out of town in a hurry. Their destination, the Marsh Ranch.

The Ranch. (Syrupy and Mac84)|rating:4.0

Avengers_ Black Panthers and Black Widows ((Blackjack and Stella))

(Wakanda hover jets took King T’Challah through the large, invisible wall that split the reclusive country from the rest of the world and as they crossed through into his home country, T’Challah was not looking forward to landing. He knew that the news of the attack in Berlin had reached his home country, and he knew that he would have to address them as the new King. The general populace would have questions, not least his mother and sister. He had already spoken to Queen Ramona, his mother, about what had happened in the UN building. The same building that had been bombed by some random terrorist and killed his father. Rubbing at the back of his neck, T’Challah looked amongst the Dora Mile who was serving as his personal royal guard and not a single one would return his gaze. Instead, the four strong Wakanda women stood to attention, holding onto the uranium spears they were gifted and staring directly in front of them. He had to admire the look of the warrior women, the bold coloring mixed with a razor-sharp shaved head gave them an intimidating look and that was the point of them. Of course, inside the hover jet he was staring at the thin protected tube that was stood to attention. A uranium base and a hard bulletproof glass covering protected the midnight black uranium bodysuit and the flared silver tips that sat around the neck in a necklace style pattern made him truly look like the Black Panther, protector of Wakanda. He stood up from his seat and walked over to the display tube, he pushed his hand up against the glass and held it there as he studied the suit. He had no real issue in wearing the outfit, he had done it for decades now, starting when he was 18 and up to his current age of 35, it was almost old hat for the strong man. However, looking at it now it gave him some sort of sorrow deep in his heart. He closed his eyes and thought on what had happened, who he had lost, and what was going to happen in the future. His thumb brushed against the tube, testing the glass as he absent-mindedly stared into the display. Lost in his thoughts, he was brought back to the room by a chime in the hover jet. “My King, we will be arriving in Wakanda in fifteen minutes. The SHIELD and Avengers representatives will be waiting for you at the landing pad.” The pilot said, a professional tone in her voice. “Thank you.” T‘Challah was all the King said, looking over towards the cockpit and then back to the display. He looked at it one last time before he turned on his heel and walked to the back of the hover jet and into his private quarters. He did have staff to do this for him, but he thought that his appearance when prepared by someone else lacked the correct personal touch and effort that he should be giving the people he would be greeting. Standing in front of the mirror inside the bedroom, he inspected his look. He had mercifully changed his outfit that had been cut to pieces in the attack and had changed into a white suit and tie combination. Wakanda was different from the rest of the world in that white was the color of grieving, not black, and before he left to Berlin he had had to intention of wearing the clothes. His heart broke for every single thought he had about his father but as the hover jet got closer to the royal landing pad, the new King didn’t have a chance, or choice, in grieving anymore. His mother had already started the preparations for King T’Dhaka’s funeral so that was at least one thing he could remove from his thought process. One of the more pressing matters that he would have to deal with was the attaché of the SHIELD agents and Avengers presence who he had granted one of the lesser palaces close to the border to the sea. The country was finally looking to be a part of the larger world now and Wakanda’s problems would become the world’s soon, so the Black Panther was extending the first olive branch, and they would open an embassy in his country and he would work with them, in return Wakanda would offer them their incredible research and sciences department. (Roman off's career had taken an unexpected turn with the invasion of the Centauri and the Battle of New York City. She had found herself not only part of a much greater whole - the Avengers - but also out of the shadows. Her business had always been the clandestine, performed quietly and without audience or reward. Black Widow was not a mantle that belonged to her alone, but to many, though there were fewer now that she had finished off the Red Room's output as the final step in her defection to S.H.I.E.L.D. She had liked the quiet anonymity. Natasha had her own schedule of debts to repay, and she intended to work that off in her own way, in her own time. She had had no intention of ever becoming known. She did not want to be Iron Man or Captain America. Her work took place on a different playing field. And it was a differentkindof work. She was not supposed to be a rallying point for anyone, not a symbol or a hero. She had been trained for something else altogether - and she was possibly the best living example still livingofthat work. Furthermore, she did the quiet work off to the side, the work that set up the greater events, the work that made the public victories known. Furthermore, she was, first and foremost, a spy. Or she had been. Then there was the Battle of New York. And suddenly, in the course of a single battle, everyone knew her face and name. Clandestine operations could no longer be offered to Natasha, because the amount of footage filmed from terrified but well-meaning bystanders had, effectively, outed her. People didn't necessarily know who she really was, what her background involved. No, that was still very much secret and needed to remain that way. But she was now seen as the female component of some kind of superhero group and that was ... that was jarring. She didn't want to be known and recognized and ... and have little girls looking up to her. They didn't know who they were idolizing. Nobody would - or should - want to be her, or worship her persona on the basis of a single battle. She knew Clint felt the same way; this was as big a compromise for him as it was for her, but for very different reasons. In the course of trying to, well, save the world, they had given up an enormous part of themselves and had to therefore adapt. Become somebody new. Survive. If Natasha Romanoff excelled at anything, it was survival. However, it turned out she had a new set of skills that she had rarely depended on in the past. These had developed gradually over the course of her lifetime, sharpening in this assignment or other, until she finally realized that this wasn't something that had been completely taught to her. Diplomacy seemed to settle quite naturally with Natasha. Perhaps it was because of her background or her unwillingness to be in the spotlight, but she found herself in the center of the Avengers' competing ideologies. She could empathize with most of them without committing her own views. She didn't feel the need to. There were enough opinions and personalities going around; Natasha was a moderating presence and still, for the most part, a closed book. Which is how she found herself here, on this assignment. Cover blown, identity known, a blossoming brand-new set of skills, Natasha was on loan to Wakanda to smooth relations over and make some new friends for S.H.I.E.L.D. Little was known about the Wakanda, they were notoriously private and elusive, but it seemed things were changing. She took in the views over the country as the transport closed in on the landing zone. It was a pretty place. Only such advanced technology could impact without disrupting the natural flow of the land like this. It was her first time in Wakanda. The transport touched down and she unbuckled her belt. She was dressed simply, formally in trousers and jacket, but she still cut a striking figure with her long, red hair and air of confidence. She strode down the pad toward the rest of the small retinue. They weren't many - they didn't need to be. This was, effectively, a diplomatic mission and someone like Natasha didn't need to appoint her own bodyguards. She took a deep breath and tasted the air as she waited to be received by the King or his representatives. (over the huge, alive towns of Wakanda, while the King’s shoulders were heavy with loss, the sight of his people finally brought a smile to the man’s face. Peering out through one of the windows across the populace who had seemed to have gathered to welcome him home, he looked over his shoulder to Okay. “My people… They’ve gathered here, just to see me?” He asked, prompting the tall, Dora Mile woman to nod her head, still not turning her head to look at him, keeping her perfect posture. “Yes, my King. They wish to greet you correctly.” That prompted T’Challah to chuckle lightly. “My King... That, will take getting used to.” He said, smiling towards the woman he had long considered his friend. He looked down to his feet and then back to the window. “My father will deserve the finest ceremony we can gift him.” “Queen Ramona agrees my King. She has already started preparations for the ceremony.” Okay said, not moving from her spot but standing perfectly still as is expected of her profession. T’Challah didn’t answer, he simply nodded his head. The hover jet turned at a one-hundred-and-eighty-degree angle and spun around so that it could take its place at the landing pad at the end of the arm of the royal palace. The jet came to a stop and the near-silent buzz of the gears coming down to position the jet in place filled the inside with the jet. Now locked in and weighed down, the entrance ramp at the back of the hover jet slowly came down, and the warm Wakanda sun spilled out onto the boarding walkway. T’Challah ran his hands up and down on the display of his Black Panther suit before he let go and followed his Dora Mile out of the hover jet. He looked around the people waiting for him but did not see his mother or sister there to greet him, that made sense though. Okay had already spoken of how his mother was going to see to his father’s preparations. T’Challah stepped off of the ramp and offered the royal guard the traditional Wakanda greeting. His arms crossed over his chest in an ‘X’ position and then beat the arms against his chest. The symbol was repeated in a greeting to him, and he nodded his head, acknowledging the signature. T’Challah stepped to one side and then the casket with his father inside of it slowly came down the ramp and hovered past them. The King walked forward and placed his hand on the top of the casket and started to guide the coffin inside the palace’s walls. There was a series of soldiers and warriors there to greet his father’s body and as he let go of the coffin, he watched as it slipped from his grasp and over towards one of the large elevators that would take his father’s dead body down towards the morgue of the palace. King T’Challah could feel his eyes watering again, but it was quickly shaken away when he was spoken to by a member of the palace. “My King, the SHIELD and Avengers attaché is here. Shall I bring them here?” “No, thank you. I shall greet them myself.” He said, offering the man a smile and then saluting the man. He received the salute back and then the King of Wakanda was left to his duties. Furthermore, he ran his hand over his chin and then made his way over to the elevator to take him down to see the waiting representatives. The lift ride was short and T’Challah was grateful for it. Having seen his father’s coffin, he could practically feel the grief threatening to wash back over him. The door opened and as he stepped out of it, he was saluted by all the Wakanda in front of him while he returned them. King T’Challah walked to where the attaché was waiting and as he saw who was there, another smile came across his face. “Miss Roman off, it appears we can’t stay away from each other.” He said, walking up to shake her hand. “How was your flight?” He asked, looking at her and then at some of the SHIELD agents behind her. The lower landing pad was offered some cover from the sun, but it still had the most spectacular view of the horizon. While SHIELD’s work would look very different to what the Wakanda’s were used to, but with his promise to open Wakanda to the world, it was something that the general populace would need to get used to. Slowly, but surely. T’Challah knew that it would work. (Natasha smiled, the emotion actually unfiltered. She was a master of her emotions, controlling what showed on her face and in her very body language, and adapting that to any given situation came as naturally to her as breathing. Once an assignment was underway, certain aspects of her training went into autopilot. It wasn't easy per se - she had undergone strict and often brutal training to be able to perform to such efficiency - but it did get easier as time went on. Of all her skills, Natasha's greatest strength was arguably her ability to act. However, this assignment was different. She was not here to deceive or to spy on the Wakanda. She had not assumed an alias. There were no closed channels with which to communicate in private and no smoke screens. She was here as herself, as Natasha Romanoff, representing SHIELD. It was a strange adjustment to make. She could rely on her aliases and identities to protect her. They kept her own emotions distant and prevented everything from being too real. But now, she was only - could only be herself. Or at least a version of herself. Natasha knew how to be completely herself with a very select group of people. A lifetime of putting up walls were difficult to pull down. She had felt exposed once her identity was known (especially given the number of enemies she had made over a lifetime of work) but instead of going to ground, she had chosen to own it. It was her opportunity to smooth over her past, to wipe that red out of her ledger, if such a thing could be done. But she was, she found, pleased to see T'Challah. She had gotten a sense of a certain directness from him, an honesty, which was a nice contrast to basically everyone else she mixed with. However, she was somewhat surprised that he was the one meeting them. With King T'Dhaka's death still so recent, it would have been understandable had he chosen to absent himself, be with his family ... SHIELD would be glad to know that their presence here was being taken so seriously. Natasha stepped in to meet him and shook hands. She squeezed his hand gently, firmly. "Smooth, thank you. I'm glad to be here." She paused, her eyes softening. "And thank you for extending the invitation now, in what I know must be a very challenging time for you and your family." He looked well enough, she thought, quietly reading him. He did seem genuinely happy to welcome her here, and surprisingly focused despite what he was going through. (new King of Wakanda and Black Panther could see strength and confidence in a person and when he looked over the agent of SHIELD he could see both of them in spades. He was mostly familiar with the woman and the secret agency by name. Wakanda spies had seen her name come up several times even before the battle of New York but when the secrets of SHIELD leaked out online and every single agent and person involved with the agency had become a public figure, it would have been only a matter of time before people would come knocking on Wakanda’s door. Better to cut them off and lead the way for their now formerly secretive nation. When she brought up his father’s passing in a kind, and generous tone, he smiled and nodded his head. “Thank you, Miss Roman off, my nation grieves, but the world continues to turn does it not? Have you had the time to inspect your new location? It would be my privilege to show you the location personally, but sadly I have other things to attend to.” He said, assuming that the redheaded spy would know exactly what he meant. He smiled and gestured to the inside of the building, suggesting that she follow him. “I am not sure if you’ve been told of what is happening here, but we have had some issues with our uranium mines. We suspect that there is some sort of smuggling ring working close to the border. It’s unusual as our borders should have been able to locate where they are getting in and out.” He smiled and clasped his hands in front of him at waist length. “We would welcome any assistance that you and your agency can offer us.” His wrist beeped silently, and he knew who, and what, it meant. “Now if you’ll excuse me…” He offered her a curt nod of his head and left her where he had guided her to, he gestured to her with his right index and middle finger prompting two aides to assist the woman. The ride to the ceremonial bedroom was a short one, even as he had settled into the role of leader for Wakanda with SHIELD and the new Avengers he felt like he was the leader. Of course, as he was left to his own thoughts, the loss of his father continued to ring true in his head. He inspected his fingernails as the elevator climbed up to one of the top floors of the royal palace and towards the bedroom where the tailor would be waiting for him. He had already mentally designed his mourning robes and how they would look, but he wasn’t accustomed to that sort of thing. Furthermore, he had always hated that there were stylists waiting for him and his family, but his father had told him that as royals they needed to look the part. So, he would allow the people to do their jobs. The doors slid open, and he stepped out to be greeted by the stylists, already waiting for him with sets of white clothing draped over their arms and held up by hangers and clothes horses. He looked over the set of what they had offered him, his hands picking up the long white coat and undershirt with the matching white pants. For added flair though, the new King selected a hooded top with a set of horns atop the hood. As the Black Panther, he would need to accept the challenge in person, but for the time being, he was known as the Black Panther and the King so he would look the part. He lifted his arms up in a T-pose and the people dressed him, fastening the underclothes to his body before placing the hood over his body and dressing him with it. T’Challah looked at himself in the mirror, tapping at the display to show how he would look with the ceremonial paint. A set of three, thick wide streaks of paint across his cheeks. He looked over the display, turning his head from left to right before he turned the display off. “This is fine. Thank you.” He said, opening his arms up again so he could be undressed and back to his previous clothing. The white suit and tie combination was fine for him, and he knew that it would be expected as well. The stylists moved away from him and quickly hurried away from the King, moving to stylize and tailor the funeral wear for him. As they hurried away, T’Challah was able to move to the large window overlooking his new Kingdom. He had no significant other, he had no friends in the immediate vicinity and his family was busy with their own devices. The King was left alone again. Days would roll on, and he would be able to finish things with his immediate duties. And then, with that, he would be able to assist in what SHIELD and the Avengers would require of him. His eyes moved over to the skyline, spotting the building of the new headquarters coming up into his country. Focusing on it, he found himself studying the design. What would father think of this? He closed his eyes and silenced his thoughts. This was not his father’s choice anymore. He was to forge his own path and the man and new King was going to do just that. Turning on his heel, T’Challah walked over to his own wardrobe and began to shift through what he had hanging up, plotting out what he was going to wear for the day after the funeral. (Uranium out of Wakanda was a dangerous business. Wakanda technology, which outstripped most of what was already available on the planet, protected the borders. It was legendary how Wakanda maintained their state, and their secrets for doing so were no regular commodity that could be purchased from the black market or pressured out of someone in the know. That anybody could take something quietly from Wakanda and get away with it immediately narrowed the field of who might be responsible. Natasha mixed with the very best career criminals and enhanced super humans and straight up inhuman, but even she struggled to put her finger on who could do such a thing and go unknown. She knew that Wakanda - and its new King, apparently - were interested in pursuing a more open relationship with the outside world, but they must have been well and truly at a loose end to enlist help. Admitting a loss of control a commodity such as Uranium, found only in these lands, was not something they would have done unless they felt they had no other choice. This could quickly escalate to catastrophic levels if not dealt with, swiftly and effectively, or even if the news of the smuggling were to break. Natasha had no time to respond other than a nod and a gracious smile to demonstrate she understood T'Challah's departure. She understood what was happening for him, as new King, and his family at this time. Further, for the scope of politics in Wakanda. It was a time of upheaval and change. She was surprised that he had even taken the time to greet her, and assumed she would see little of him during her stay and deal instead with other officials and aides. Again, it stressed to Natasha how important this was. The Wakanda controlled Uranium: it was too dangerous to see if anyone else could yet be trusted. Spy to diplomat. Natasha settled into her accommodations, which were spacious and luxurious. Her first order of business was to check for bugs - she didn't find any, but she didn't trust that meant she had secured the suite. Wakanda tech. She knew her way around plenty of other systems, but this remained almost a complete mystery to her. Not that it troubled her very much: Natasha had her own methods of getting messages out if need be, but she did not intend to use those unless absolutely necessary. She was not here to spy. She was here to make friends, and hopefully that meant there would be no need for communications the Wakanda shouldn't hear. The city was in mourning, but it was not the kind of mourning she had seen in more familiar places. Every culture had their own beliefs and rituals to see their beloved and revered on to the next life. From her understanding during her briefings prior to arrival, the Wakanda saw death not as the end, but another step in the cycle of existing. Natasha could respect such belief, even admire it, but she would never hold that true. Death was the end. It was the only true peace and the only truth that could be counted on. She didn't want to die - she wasn't ready, she had far too much to do, and she wanted to fill her life with all the things the KGB had sought to take - but she was prepared for it. It was no death wish. She had a healthy amount of human fear that had kept her breathing countless times. It was what she believed to be a healthy relationship with oblivion. Natasha had been given no instructions of where she could not go in the city. She was sure they'd let her know if she overstepped. Once she had rested a little and taken in her immediate surroundings, she set out to familiarize herself with the city. She wanted to orient herself, take in the major landmarks and plot every escape route or utility she might need. To anyone else, she was taking a leisurely stroll and sightseeing. She was settling in the only way a Black Widow could, and learning as much as possible while she was at it. An inside job, Nat thought as she passed a lagoon filled with little fishing boats. Somebody on this end had to be involved. But who were they smuggling the Uranium to? And how high up the chain did the operation go to ensure such secrecy? (funeral ceremonies of Wakanda had always been considered so different to what the western world had expected and sometimes even experienced. It was very typical of the other countries to wear black and be somber in remembrance of the deceased, but it was not the case with the illusive nation. No, with the Wakanda, the colors were bright, the mourners would be dressed completely in white, they would dance and sing to make the passing of the deceased as memorable and eventful as they possibly could. He was holding onto his father’s casket as the pallbearers that he was a part of danced down the pathway towards the waiting hover jet. They made their way down to where the funnel of energy was waiting for the casket, midnight black with golden trim, just as was expected of all Black Panthers, and they had soon reached the waiting hover jet. Each pallbearer slowly lifted the casket up off of their shoulders and laid it down on the flat surface that would take his father up to the hover jet which would then take him away to the land where all Wakanda ancestors slept. Taking a step back, T’Challah and all the mourners held their arms up in the traditional Wakanda salute and the coffin began its rise up. T’Challah took a step backwards and was stopped in his tracks by the touch of his mother and also Shari, his sister who watched the coffin rise with the new Black Panther and ruler of Wakanda. If this was any other time, T’Challah would have shown his grief but now, now his people needed him to be strong and be their ruler. The time for mourning would be later, now though, now he needed to be the Black Panther and the King of Wakanda. He chewed on his bottom lip slightly as the hover jet traveled away. Sometimes, it was easier to say things than to do things. Having gone through all the necessary procedures and rituals of Wakanda, an open challenge to take the throne, beating the six available strongest warriors of Wakanda and then drinking down the heart-shaped herb, T’Challah was met with no opposition, and he had felled the warriors with relative ease. The flower was an unusual one, it actually tasted metallic which was both expected and also unusual. When he and Shari had been children, they had been told the stories of their ancestors and the Panther God that blessed Wakanda with their Uranium. It was said that the foliage itself was of uranium and that was what made the plant purple, Shari had always said it was just a funky glow paint. He smiled at the explanation, ever the scientist Shari had made it to 18 years old, and how she hadn’t managed to shock herself or do something equally stupid was beyond him. Gulping down the last of the juice, T’Challah closed his eyes briefly and then opened them again. He could feel the power rushing through his veins and he knew that he was now suitable for the role of King and also the role of the Black Panther. For his first act as King, T’Challah was going to find out just what had happened with this supposed smuggling and just how someone had managed to even break the shielding technology that Wakanda had used. His mother and Shari had disappeared to do something else and T’Challah chose to head back to the main tower that sat in the middle of Wakanda. The elevator climbed the floors rapidly, and he was able to step right out and onto the science division where Shari was working. “Yes, big brother?” Shari asked, appearing from behind one of her many computer screens. “Have you made any progress?” “On what? Getting you a bride? No. Sadly no one wants to deal with you trumping all over the place.” “Shari…” “No. No we haven’t a clue. Perhaps your Avengers people could help you? My people have already said that they have been making themselves at home.” “This is their home now.” Shari didn’t answer, she just scoffed and went back to her computers. It seemed that his idea of opening up Wakanda was not only unpopular with a lot of people in Wakanda but also with his own family. He had seen his mother frowning at him when she thought he wasn’t looking but T’Challah could just not care. Wakanda had sat in the shadows for too long, if it meant that Wakanda would have to lose some to gain standing on the world’s court, then the Wakanda people would just have to deal with it. He walked over to the large window, politely saluting all the scientists that offered him one as well before he was able to peer out over his country. The tower that the Avengers was assembling as an extension of their palace was already coming along quite nicely, even if the architecture didn’t quite fit their country’s aesthetic. He folded his arms behind his back as he pondered his next move. Looking over his shoulder, he called out. “Okay, where is Miss Roman off now?” Natasha Romanoff was an expert spy, SHIELD agent, and an Avenger, if anyone was to have any ideas as to what was happening. It would be her. (General of the Dora Mile was ready with her answer. She had been keeping close tabs on the one they called Black Widow, even going so far as to oversee the surveillance on her personally. She would not say that she went so far as distrusting the SHIELD agent, but she still certainly didn't trust her. Furthermore, she did not trust outsiders. Their people and culture had held itself apart for so long, protecting their ways and custodians of the Uranium, found nowhere else on the face of the planet. She would support T'Challah to the end of her days - her loyalty was absolute - but that did not translate into being a blind follower. The best supporters were those brave enough to speak their minds; the best leaders were those who listened to those who had their backs. Okoye offered up her intelligence. "Exploring the city. After she made a good attempt at debugging her room. It appears she does not trust us." With good reason, but she left that unsaid. It was almost like a dance: they planted the bugs, they knew they would be found, Romanov destroyed the bugs, knowing that would be noticed. Any step not undertaken by either party was almost offensive. They all knew what was going on." She has surveilled most of the city already. Observed the locals, noted certain places of interest. She has been a very well-behaved tourist. No sneaking off." And that had been precisely Nat's angle. She knew how to shake tails and knew just how many had been on her at every point of her walk. There was no need for her to play super spy. She was here to garner good relations with the Wakanda and earn their trust, and help solve this little problem together. She ensured she was visible at all times. Her conduct had been impeccable, but apparently even that had aroused some suspicion. She had observed some of the funeral ceremony, too, but had mainly taken pains to stay away. It felt private and, with no guide advising her, it had felt disrespectful to linger on like some rubber-necking tourist. She had mainly listened to the music, positioning herself out of the way and unobtrusively, feeling the joy it conveyed for the life that was passing on to the next. For a fraction of a moment, she wished she had the ability to believe. But not even the confirmation of actual living Norse Gods and aliens were enough to move her deeply enough to believe. She had seen too much to have any faith in any higher order. Nat was presently settled in an outdoor café in the middle of a busy thoroughfare. By all appearances, she looked relaxed, enjoying herself in the atmosphere of a new place. However, she was working. She was learning the beat of Wakanda, picking up places and names and relationships and thefabricof how everything worked here. She was here as a consultant with a specialized skill set, but key to this working was gathering her own intelligence and not just what the Wakanda might think she needed to know. (” Hm.” A brief noise passed King T’Challah’s lips before he turned on his heel and walked away from the window. His mind, while still of course sitting on the memory of his father, was forced into doing something else. He had to be the King, and he would need to act in the best interest of his homeland. Looking over to Shari, he spoke to her again. “Transfer everything we know to my pad. I am going out.” “My King-” Okay started but was stopped by a shake of T’Challah’s head. “I will be fine Okay. I do not feel as if an escort will be necessary.” “My King…” T’Challah smiled and nodded his head. How many times had he seen his mother and father have this exact same argument and have the exact same outcome? “We are simply going for a stroll through the promenade, so I can see my people and our new guests. Do you understand me?” “Yes, my King.” T’Challah smiled at her and nodded before leaving for his private quarters. Selecting a nice new, purple with a royal blue trim outfit, the King slipped into some very nice new loafers and the Black Panther was on his way out of the palace. Of course, he was still flanked by his royal guard and would stick out of the crowd like a sore thumb but even without the guard, T’Challah would stand out. Tall, strong and confident, T’Challah was the type of man that women would fawn over him. Though no one held the same sort of appeal to him as Nakia did. Nakia was a strong woman, a competent agent, and an intelligent woman. A War Dog and one of the finest at that, T’Challah and Nakia had a… Complicated relationship at best. There had always been something of a something between them and there had been a time when he thought that it could’ve been a something that led to a something that led to a something but now… Now the something seemed like a not so much. The King took a short elevator ride down to the bottom level and out onto the streets of his homeland. The staff of the palace split as the King and his personal escort left, he took a moment to survey his people. Still, the murals of King T’Dhaka were on the walls of buildings, stone carvings of his father were being carved and already the name of T’Challah himself was coming up on storefronts. The people saw him and were perhaps starstruck for a moment. Perhaps they were just trying to find the most correct way how to react. T’Challah broke the spell with a simple pound of his chest, arms crossed to show them that he was one with them. He turned his head, trying to work out where to go. Okay demonstrated with a point of her hand down the street towards the café that Natasha was sitting inside. The walk was brief, helped by the civilians parting like the red seas of old, and when he came to the storefront, he simply stepped in front of her table. “Miss Roman off, do you mind if I join you?” He asked, pulling the chair opposite her out from underneath and then taking the seat. “How is Wakanda treating you? Just how do we compare to the streets of New York?” The new King offered her a polite smile, looking over his shoulder to Okay and offering her a gentle, dismissive wave of his hand as if confirming that he didn't need help. (was not surprised by the King's presence - she sensed the shift in the surrounding street. People straightened up, faces brightened. They were looking in one direction and Natasha knew only one person could evoke such a response. She was amused to see the café owners quickly sweep down the counter and shift some half-eaten, abandoned food well out of sight. The people liked their new King. He was respected, even perhaps something of an enigma to them in that they did not know what kind of ruler he would yet be. It was such early days, grief-cloaked and yet optimistic, young days of a new King's era. Everyone was looking to him in Wakanda and so was the rest of the world, curious about this mysterious nation. She didn't look for the King approaching in the crowd. She was more interested in the people's responses and - old habits never far from reach - her eyes lifted to the tops of buildings and shadowy recesses to see who else might be observing, too. But she saw nothing that raised the hairs on the back of her neck. The city was, at least for now, safe for T'Challah. If it would still be so when they delved deeper into this smuggling ring would be another question entirely. Natasha stood as he approached the table, courteous, and sat again as he sat. She had not been taken by surprise by his arrival, but she had not expected it either. She had thought he would be more hands-off with the whole affair, and perhaps only deal with her by way of oral or written reports. There was much for him to do, after all, especially so new in his role. That he was here was an interesting turn of events. She thought he meant to be a King who got his hands dirty. The people might expect that, or perhaps he was not a bureaucrat and needed to be connected to the business of the realm to thrive. Natasha - not that she would ever find herself in such a position - was not suited to a desk or a role where she could not see what was happening to her own eyes, hear. She was better suited as a lieutenant, a supporter to a leader. She and Steve certainly made a good team, easily fitting into those roles and complimenting one another. Furthermore, she knew she was more than a foot solider or spy, but she would not relish being the one in charge. Besides. You never really knew anything if you relied on others to tell you what was what." Smells better than New York,"she replied, smiling." I spent some time this morning getting my bearings. It's a beautiful city." She looked past him. Ah yes, Okay, not far away. They were of similar ilk, Nat realized, she and Okay. The dynamic between T'Challah and Okay seemed on the same wavelength as she and Steve. She offered Okay a half-felt smile which was not returned - which in turn just made her grin a little more as she looked back to the King." Why do I get the feeling you're not supposed to be out here?" (” Thank you.” He said, a warm smile on his face as he complimented his beautiful city. The monarch chuckled when he said that it smelt better than New York. He had never been there, but he had always wanted to though and with his duty of work with the Avengers and SHIELD taking off the ground, he hoped that he would be able to visit the Avengers tower. “I trust my people have been welcoming to you as well?” T’Challah spotted her studying Okay who simply stared back at her, not even offering a smile to Natasha’s greeting. "Why do I get the feeling you're not supposed to be out here?" “That is because my royal guard has insisted that I have a full guard wherever I go. They seem to have forgotten that I am more than capable of defending myself.” The comment was unfair, he knew that the Dora Mile had to serve as protectors of the King of Wakanda and with King T’Challah serving as both King AND Black Panther, it was a different situation. He looked over his shoulder towards Okay who seemed to be biting her tongue. A sly smile crept across his face, but he didn’t move to antagonize the issue any further. Instead, he just turned back to Natasha. “I am afraid our pleasantries must come to an end here Miss Roman off. Have you made any progress with the issue we presented to you?” He fetched his computer pad from inside his jacket and tapped a few buttons on it, the small computer flashed to life, and he passed it to her. The King had brought two pads with him, the pair were synced up and what he saw, she would do as well. The Wakanda scientists had traced the intrusion point along the border of Wakanda, the secretive country still had a protective bubble around it, and the idea of someone being able to pierce it was still incredible to him. Wakanda had enemies, that was true. They also had a lot of possible leaks and double agents come to life since the death of his father. It was a shame. King T’Challah would have liked more time to mourn his father and prepare his time for the throne but the conflict between people never slept. The first suspect that they had lined up was a smuggler, Ulysses Klaus, the same man who was responsible for preparing the Patron machine that had set up the reason for the Štokavian accords and was long rumored to be the man who had been the first man to break the barrier. King T’Challah had only seen his name appear in reports before, he had never actually seen the man, but he certainly seemed capable. “Hm. Amusing. If this Klaus is the one who took the uranium, this could be one of the biggest nuisances in the world.” He studied the man’s expression from his mugshot of some middle-eastern jail, followed by one of a South African jail as well. T’Challah stroked his chin gently as he pondered the man before him. He reached down and swiped at some of the details. “Hm. He has been seen in San Francisco and also in Dubai.” He stroked his chin before looking up to Natasha. “I suppose we should split our forces up to find him?” The new King looked back to Okay before he turned back to Natasha. “I would be very impressed to see just how a founding member of the Avengers and an expert SHIELD agent works in the field. I will offer my Dora Mile to work with who you would like to offer us.”

Avengers_ Black Panthers and Black Widows ((Blackjack and Stella))|rating:4.0

The Infection

An alien has landed on earth. It's mission, to assimilate the human race. It does so by disguising itself as a human, then injecting people with its toxin to mutate them. This RP is also kind of a game. You can choose to become infected, or you can choose to get away. The choice is up to you. Follow menses rules No god modding Do not send me your profiles, just post will be playing the alienSkeletonNameGenderAgePic ---------- The alien Regular form:Human form: Name: Scarlett Gender: Female Age: 20Pic: Name: Cisgender: Female Age:19Pic The alien walked into a nightclub, in his human form. He scoped the place for potential targets. Scarlett sat at a table she was here with her friends, but they had gone to get a drink. The alien noticed a woman sitting all alone. He approached her. "Hello, may I buy you a drink?" Scarlett looked up at the man and said "Oh no it's alright my friend should be back shortly with mine". "You're very beautiful, you know that?" "Umm thanks" Scarlett looked around she saw her friend at the bar still waiting for drinks. The alien released a special pheromone that attracted women. "May I join you?" Scarlett looked back at the man and said "Umm sure" The alien took a seat next to the woman. "My name is Randy" "My name is Scarlett" "Such a lovely name" The alien gave Scarlett a smile. "Would you care to come party? I have something special set up in the private room" "Umm I should probably wait for my friend" Scarlett looked back at the bar her friend was taking longer then expected. "Come on, we'll have some fun" The alien released more of the pheromone. "Alright, but I should tell my friend" Him walked into the club and looked round for a bit. She walked over to the bar and asked for some water. She was still too young to drink, so she could only drink the non-alcoholic drinks. "Not a problem" The alien went with Scarlett. Scarlett walked over to her friend who was finally walking back and said "Hey, I am going to go hang out with Randy for a little bit I hope you don't mind". Her friend just smiled at her saying "No problem" she handed Scarlett her drink and walked onto the dance floor to dance. Scarlett looked back at Randy and said "Alright lets go". Randy took Scarlett to the private room. He open the door. "Get ready for the time of your life" Scarlett followed Randy and walked into the room when he opened the door saying "Umm alright" she wasn't too sure about this guy. Randy closed the door. "Are you ready?" (Home I giggle snorted so bad when Randy said that...) Stella sighed and watched everyone around her (That was pretty funny)Scarlett looked around the room then said "Umm not really, I kind of feel bad for leaving my friend" she turned back around to face Randy then said "I think that I should go back" "I doubt that" Randy shifted to his true alien form. Scarlett backed away slowly saying "What are you?" A identical emerged from Randy's hand. It slither into Scarlett's mouth, and began pumping her full of the toxin. Scarlett tried to scream and the pulled the identical out of her mouth and then started to gag on that he put into her, she put her arm over mouth to prevent him from doing it again. "Welcome to the collective" Scarlett coughed a little then said "What?" "You are one of us. The change will be quick" "Change? No I want to stay the way I am" Scarlett looked at the alien. "No choice" Randy went to inject more of the toxin and finish the job. Scarlett moved out of the way no way did she want to become what ever he was. She knew she had a choice even if he said she didn't. Randy attacked Scarlett again. Name Izzy Gender Female Age 19PicIzzy dance on the dance floor of the club. She was dancing by herself, but she was having fun.[how old do you have to be to drink at a bar] (I think it is 19)Scarlett screamed when her attacked again. Izzy thought she heard a small scream through the loud music. She looked around, and her eyes fell upon the back room door. That's the only place she could think of where it could be coming from. She walked over and knocked on the door. "Hello is anyone in there," she SIAD. When Scarlett someone knock on the door and ask if anyone was in there she was just able to say "Help". Izzy tried opening the door. Locked. ((Actually, it's 21))Randy grabbed Scarlett by the throat. He extended his tentacle. Izzy backed up a bit. Luckily she was a black belt in karate. She kicked the door and the lock was broken she opened the door and kicked the alien off of Scarlett. "Ok this thing is just gross," she said. Scarlett screamed when he grabbed her by the throat and looked away from him. Randy was pissed. He shot out his identical at Izzy, sticking it in her mouth. Izzy dodged and kicked him again. Randy shifted to human form. He kicked Izzy in the head. Izzy fell back but got back up and kicked him in the chest sending him back against the wall. Randy charged Izzy, tackling her to the ground. Izzy tried getting up. Randy shifted back to alien form. He stuck his identical down Izzy's throat. "You will join the collective" He began injecting the toxin Izzy kicked him off and coughed up the junk. She helps her stomach because it didn't feel good. Scarlett watched the two fight but didn't want to move. "You will join us" Randy attacked Izzy with the identical again. Izzy rolled out of the way and jumped up and stepped on the tentacle. Randy let out a high-pitched squeal of pain. Izzy covered her ears at the sequel accidentally taking her foot off of the tentacle. Scarlett leaned against the wall covering her ears, she came her to have a good night and not fight for her life. Randy looked over at Scarlett. He jammed the identical down her throat and filled her full of toxin. "No!" Izzy said kicking him down. Randy shifted to human form and ran. Scarlett screamed and fell to the ground after he left. Izzy ran over to Scarlett. "Are you ok" she asked. This night had been freaky. Scarlett looked at her and said "No, what was he?" Randy hid in the ally. All he had to do was wait. "I don't know. Come on. You got a lot of that gunk. Let's get you to the hospital," she said. Randy's eyes glowed. He sent a physic message to Scarlett. "You are now one of us. Your change will be quick. I am in control" Scarlett nodded and stood up and then walked towards the door. When she got the thought she stopped and shook her head trying to get rid of it. "what's wrong" she said. "Nothing's wrong, maybe we should hurry up", Scarlett smiled. Randy sent another message. "Change and come to me" "ok come on," she SIAD leading her to the front door. She was parked right outside. Scarlett got the thought while she followed Izzy and thought"no", she looked at Izzy and smiled saying "Thanks", she got in the car and waited for her. Izzy got in the driver's seat and started the car. Scarlett looked over at Izzy and said "My name is Scarlett It's nice to meet you. Well not including the way we met" "my name is Izzy" she said. Her stomach still hurt from that gunk. She opened the door and vomited. She closed it and leaned her head against the steering wheel. "God I feel terrible," she said. She changed gears and pulled out of the parking lot. "You will change no matter what" Scarlett looked at Izzy and said "Maybe you shouldn't be driving if you feel so sick", hearing the voice she thought"go away"she looked out the window she didn't feel sick, and she didn't know if it was a good thing or a bad thing. "But I have to. You were injected with so much. How do you not feel bad," she said. Scarlett looked back her saying "I don't know how I am not feeling sick". "Maybe you should drive," she said. "Maybe I should", she smiled at her. Scarlett was more worried about Izzy at the moment. Izzy got out and walked around to the passenger size Scarlett got out and smiled at Izzy saying "Don't worry, you'll be fine", she walked around to the driver side and got in. Izzy got in the passenger seat. Scarlett smiled at Izzy and put the car in gear and started towards the hospital again. "I just don't get it. You got more of it but I am the one getting sick," she said. Scarlett laughed and said "I don't get it either, but I don't suppose your hearing voices are you?" "No. What do you mean voices" she asked. "Nothing really that special it is just a voice in the back of my head." "Are you sure" she asked. Randy sent a message to Izzy. "It is too late for you. We are one" Izzy heard the voice. "Never mind just heard it," she said. She could hold it. She puked in her floor board. "Come to me" Scarlett pulled over when Izzy puked and said "Are you alright?" "Do not fight it" "no I feel terrible," she said. She opened her door and sat sideways, so her feet were on the side of the road. The cool air felt good to her. Her stomach was hurting terrible. Scarlett turned the car off and walked over to the side of the road and leaned against the side of the car and said "Do you want me to call the hospital instead?" "I don't think they will be able to do anything. I don't even know what's making my stomach hurt," she said. She was sweating a bit.[dangs moms shift work I will post when I get home in the morning going to my grandmas for the night] ((Goodbye)) (Night)Scarlett sat on the CIRB and said "It was probably whatever that guy put into you". (what the hell happened while I was gone? :ROFL: gone fore one day and you guys get so far ahead. XD) (MMM, Buffy created a character also Randy infected her character and mine, he ran away and is now hiding in an alley. Umm, Buffy and mine characters are sitting at the side of a road because hers was being sick. I hope this helps) (it does. XD I just have to throw my girl in...hope it's okay. XD)Stella was walking home when she saw two girls sitting on the side of the road. They looked sick. She walked up to them and said,"You guys alright?" Scarlett looked up at the girl and said "Yea, I'm fine it's her who doesn't feel to good". "Did she drink too much or is she just sick?", Stella said walking to the girl who was sick. "Umm nope it was some guy well I wouldn't really say he was a guy maybe a monster or possibly and alien sure did look like one". "What did he do to her?..did he try to drug and...rape her?", Stella knew that it was a terrible thing to ask, but it did happen. There are people like that who would do that to people. "Umm no it was some type of toxin that he forced her to take, he had verticals that came out of his hands and he shoved it right down her throat". Scarlett knew that it sounded stupid, but it was true. "To both of us actually but she isn't sick" Izzy said. "Do not fight it. You are one of us" [with one is he talking to.] "What.? Ewe, that's nasty and... I think I should take you to the hospital. You guys might have a bad reaction to it or something...," Him said. ((Izzy))Randy could see into Izzy's mind. Izzy tried resisting the urge to vomit again. She knew what was going on now. She wouldn't give in to this. "They won't be able to help" she said to him. She felt that this was beyond doctors. Scarlett smiled and said "We were actually on our way now, then she threw up in the car" "Then I don't know how to help you, just give her something like, tums to help with her stomach, but I don't know how that will help.," Him said with a sigh."Let's just hope that thing doesn't come back.," she said looking around "Come to me" no you can't make mesh thought back to him. "I am already inside you" leave me and Scarlett alone she thought back. She was fighting the large to go back. "Scarlett we should get going. I at least need to go home and change clothes," she said getting back in the passenger seat. Before she closed the door she cleaned the floor. "Do you need a ride him" she asked. "Your change is coming" Randy made his way towards Izzy's location. "Scarlett. We have to go. Now" she said. Him nodded,"yeah, I do. And alright then, I guess we can go....". She got into the back seat and closed the door. She really just wanted to see if the girls would be okay Randy landed on the hood of the car. Him's head shot up when she heard someone, or something, land on the roof of the car."umm...what the hell was that.?", she whispered. "Oh god. He's here," Izzy said. "Oh my god...DRIVE MISS DRIVE!", Him screamed. She knew that the guy would fall off if the car started driving [SHANIA POST CHICK]Scarlett hurry up and start the car," she said. Scarlett put the car in gear and took off she really didn't need to be near that thing again. She looked over at Izzy and said "Sorry about your car".{Sorry I had to help with diner} "doesn't matter right now," she said keeping her eyes closed. She was beginning to feel even worse now. Him didn't buckle in, she just wanted to see if that thing was off the car." Is...is it off?", she said trying not to start Hyperventilating. "I don't know" Izzy said. Scarlett looked at Izzy said "Please don't be sick again we can't pull over", she looked back at the road and said "I don't know I hope so though". "She could always stick her head out the window and puke...if the thing gets off the car anyway.," she said looking around. "Scarlett. it's him. The voice we keep hearing is him," she said. "He is wanting us to change" she said. Randy shifted to alien form. He reached in and pulled Izzy out of the car. Sea screamed when she saw Randy pull Izzy out of the car. She lunged at Izzy and grabbed her foot as she was being pulled out. She tried to pull her back in."LET GO OF HER YOU MONSTER!", she yelled Randy jumped away with Izzy. He ran back to his ship. Izzy's leg slipped out of Him's hand. She peaked her head out of the window and watched the alien run away. Oh my god... He-he just got away. I am so sorry....," she said. Izzy tried getting free from his grip. Scarlett couldn't believe it she lost Izzy, she pulled the car over and got out. Randy strapped Izzy to a table. "Your transformation will soon be complete" Him also got out of the car." What...what are we going to do?", she said starting to shake a little. She was scared. Scarlett looked at her and said "Go after her, it is all my fault she is in this situation" she started to walk in one direction. "That's what I thought. I-I'm coming with you. I don't want to leave you guys alone. I want to help.," Him said walking after her Randy injected Izzy with more toxin. Izzy tried resisting the effects of the toxin. "Do not be afraid, just give in" no. i won't. I won't become like you she thought to him. She tried resisting harder. "Resistance is futile" she felt the effects come on even stronger and tried harder to resist. Scarlett smiled and said "Alright then I think they headed this way". Him nodded,"Okay.". She headed in the direction Scarlet was going "Just give inn" no. i won't give in she thought. Scarlett turned down an alley and said "This like trying to find something that you can't see", she sighed this was going to be hard if she couldn't find them. "I know...", Him aid looking down at the ground." What if we are too late?", she said. Scarlett looked back at Him and said "It can't be we have to help her". "Your transformation has already begun" Izzy couldn't stand it. She knew she couldn't fight this forever. She gave in. Randy watched as Izzy morphed into one of his kind. He untied her. "Our mission is to assimilate this planet. Now shift into a human form, and infect others" yes my leader. She said. She morphed into her human form and left the ship. She walked up behind Scarlett and him. "Hey guys," she said. Randy shifted to human form and went to another nightclub. Scarlett turned around when she heard Izzy's voice and hugged her saying "Izzy you got away". "I wouldn't quiet say that," she said. She morphed. Don't resist it Scarlett she thought to her. She shot out a tentacle from her hand and put it down her throat and pumped the toxin in her. ((I have to go)) Scarlett was shocked when Izzy changed, she pulled the identical out of her mouth and held it with her hands and said "I am so sorry Izzy". She looked back at Him and then said "Run!" Izzy took her tentacle back and morphed back human. "don't resist him Scarlett. It's easy. Give in. your body will Chang soon anyway. Give in and it will happen quicker. It's painless. You don't want to be a weak human do you," she said. Scarlett looked at Izzy and said "I would rather be a weak human that what you and him are", she turned and grabbed Times wrist and started to run away for Izzy. They always run she thought. She ran after them. Scarlett heard feet behind her, she looked behind her seeing Izzy she turned into a club and started to walk threw the crowd and walked over to the bar and sat down beside Him and said "Pretend like we have been here all night alright then maybe she won't see us." Izzy looked around the club. Nothing.you will join us Scarlett thought to her. Scarlett heard the thought and made sure not to think of anything in case Izzy could find her threw it She decided to find a different target. She settled with a drunk boy about 19. She danced with him on the dance floor for a bit then tricked him into going outside with her. She transformed and injected him with the toxin. Him was trying not to cry while they were running back. She was scared, and when she was scared, she would cry, start hyperventilating, and/or shake uncontrollably. When they got to the club and sat down at the bar, she sat down and drank something." I'm scared...really scared. What if she finds us?!", Him whispered to Scarlet. Scarlett looked at Him and said "Don't worry about it, you'll be fine" "What about you?", Him said looking at Scarlett. When the guy changed, she told him his mission.go inside and find Scarlett and him. Bring them out harsh said.I will do she SIAD morphing into his human form and walked inside and looked around. He spotted them at the bar. He walked over to them. "Care to dance" he SIAD to Scarlett. Scarlett looked at Him and said "I will be fine", when the guy asked her to dance she smiled and said "No, thanks I think that I am going to sit with my friend for a little longer then head home". "I can dance with both of you," he said. "Come on it will be fun" he SIAD. Scarlett smiled and said "We have been having a rough night we kind of just wanted to relax and have a drink" "I will buy you both drinks if you dance with me" he said. Scarlett looked at Him then said "No, thanks we are fine". I will need your help he thought to Izzy. Izzy came in. Quickly they both grabbed Scarlett and him quickly and dragged them outside. Scarlett struggled she didn't think turning a guy down would end up like this, she looked at Izzy and said "Leave us alone we aren't doing anything to you". "But he asked personal for me to change you," she said. Once outside, she held Scarlett tight and the boy changed and sued his tentacle to inject her. Scarlett turned her head so that his identical missed her and said "Izzy stops this please" Hike flailed her around when she was dragged out of the bar. She broke out of there grasp then tried to get Scarlett out of there grasp. She kept her mouth closed shut the whole time. She wasn't in the mood to get a tentacle in her mouth. "The Izzy you want back is gone, she was weak and isn't coming back." Izzy said. The boy grabbed him again and tightened his grip. Stella almost screamed when the guy grabbed her, but she managed to keep her mouth shut. She looked at Scarlett with pleading eyes, hoping she could at least get away. "That Izzy was the one who saved me from this in the first place she kicked that guys butt she was not weak she was strong", when she looked at Him she saw that the boy had got her she tried to pull away from Izzy saying "Leave her out of this it isn't her fault". "He requested both of you" she said. "No leave her alone", she tried pulling away again she needed to help Him she said that she would, and now she couldn't, and she had to. Izzy lost her grip. Scarlett pulled away and lunged at the boy to try and help Him she needed to get her free. The boy fell backwards. Scarlett pulled Him up and then grabbed her by the wrist and starting running, this night was filled with running, and she was getting sick of it. Him fell over then felt her get yanked up. She ran with Scarlett and smiled." Thank you so much... I am so glad your okay, too.," she said smiling Scarlett smiled and said "No problem, and we should probably keep moving though, my car is back at the other club we could go get that". Him nodded,"Then we can go somewhere safe, and try to report this to the police.". Scarlett smiled and turned the corner heading towards the club, then said "Like they would believe us". "Yeah that's true. They would probably think we were like drunk.," she said with a sigh Scarlett sighed and then slowed down to a walk when the turned into the clubs parking lot and walked over to her car. When Him got to the car she looked around for a few moments. Scarlett got in the car and then said "Where do you want to go?" "Some place away from here...," Stella said getting in the front passengers seat and closing the door. She buckled her seat belt and sighed Scarlett smiled and said "Alright well go back to my place for the night" "Okay then.," Him said looking out the window Scarlett put the car in gear then started to drive back to her apartment. "Did they hurt you when they attacked you?", Him said looking at Scarlett. "No, did they hurt you", Scarlett glanced over at Him then said "Well besides the part when I knocked you to the ground". Him shook her head,"Not really. I am just glad they didn't hurt you.". Scarlett smiled at Him and said "Like I said we are both going to be fine". Him smiled and nodded." I do know is that someone needs to kill of those aliens... We don't need them running around and turning people into them." Scarlett sighed and said "We only know of three, but there could already be hundreds of them out there, and we wouldn't know it". "Oh my god your right. Even the president could be one of them. Shit man! This isn't good...," Him said trying not to panic. Randy had Just turned two more girls in an ally when he sensed Scarlett approaching. He and the girls waited outside of Him's apartment building. Scarlett made their way to Scarlett apartment. It didn't take them long and they hid waiting their arrival. "You've collected more. Excellent" Randy said to Izzy. Yes but I am having trouble from these two girlishly reported. "They cannot run forever" Scarlett laughed and said "If the president is one then we would be screwed, but all we can do is kill the ones that we know of", she turned onto the street. Randy and the others waited. Him laughed a little,"Totally screwed. Let's just hope that doesn't happen, but yes, we will have to kill them off.". Randy and the two others appeared in front of Him and Scarlet. Him screamed when she saw the aliens."PULL OVER, PULL OVER, PULL OVERRRR!", Him yelled at Scarlett so she could turn the other direction. The other two pounced on the car and pulled Him out of it. Him put her hands over her mouth and tried to wiggle free. She had her hands on her mouth so they couldn't turn her into one of them." Leave me alone! I want to be human! I don't want to be some big, stinky, ugly alien! LET GO OF ME YOU FREAK!", Him said in a muffled voice. She then clamped her mouth shut and tried to avoid the tentacle. The other two held out Him's arms and forced her to her knees. Randy approached and forced open her mouth, jamming his identical down her throat and pumping the toxin. Him pulled her head away and forced one of her arms out of there grip. She pulled on her uvula and tried to puke it all out."GET THE HELL AWAY FROM ME!", She yelled.(ouch.that sounded painful. XD) "You cannot fight us" (can't post right now in science) Him's eyes started to tear up,"Even if I didn't fight it, I wouldn't serve you!". She said covering her mouth with her free hand "Your range has already begun" Scarlett got out of the car "Leave her alone" "I don't care! I won't serve you even if I change!", Him said as she slapped the persons hand. She pushed him off and ran to Scarlett." They got me...," she said looking at her, Scarlett looked at Him and said "It is not ending this way, come on" she took Him's and started to pull her in the other direction to get away. Him ran with Scarlett. She was looking at the ground the whole time. Scarlett looked back at Him and said "Don't worry you'll be fine" Randy jumped and landed in front of Scarlett and Him. He launched his tentacle at Scarlett. Scarlett stopped and turned around to dodge him then began running back the way they came until the reached another alley way and then turned down it. Randy's two converts were dating for them. They grabbed Scarlett and Him. Scarlett couldn't believe it she thought that they had got away, and then these two showed up. She struggled against the one that had her and bit the inside of her lip to try and keep them closed. Randy approached and forced open Scarlett's mouth. "You cannot resist us" He stuck his tentacle down her throat and pumped the toxin. Scarlett turned her head thinking"stop please stop" "You are one of us" "I don't want to be"Scarlett turned her head the other way she just wanted to get away from here. "Do not fight it is. Let it consume you" "No"Scarlett wanted to vomit right now to try and get the stuff out of her. Randy order the two converts to take Scarlett and Him back to the ship. As soon as they turned away Scarlett vomited, she was glad that she at least go some of it out of her system. Scarlett and Him were taken aboard the ship. They were both tied down to tables. Scarlett just laid there she wanted to vomit, but she couldn't anymore, she looked over at Him and SIAD "I'm sorry this is all my fault". Randy injected Scarlett with more toxin. Scarlett cringed and thought'stop please, I don't want to be one of you' "You have no choice" "It is my choice and I say no" "We shall see" Randy left to ET the toxin take its effect. Scarlett took a deep breath when he left, she wasn't going to let him win not after what he did to Izzy. Randy got into contact with Izzy. "I have the humans named Scarlett and Him. They will be turned soon. Continue on your mission" After gagging for a few moments Scarlett finally vomited again Randy could see that Scarlett was rejecting the toxin. Scarlett sighed this was not how she planed to spend her night. She closed her eyes it was getting late, and she was tied from all the running. Randy removed Scarlett from the table and placed her in a pod." You will be saved for later" Scarlett heard him but didn't really understand then fell asleep. What Randy meant was that since Scarlett would not transform, she would be used as food. Scarlett shortly woke up and looked around then remembered where she was. Randy readied a bunch of tubes. His intention was to stick them into Scarlett, and suck out all of her fluids for consumption. Scarlett hit her fists against the pod saying "Let me out I want to go home". You know too much. You cannot be changed, so you will sustain the others" "What! No I want to go home now. Scarlett couldn't believe just because she fought against it, she was now going to be food. Him was laying on the table watching what was going on. A few tears ran down her face." Hey ugly alien dude... I'll make a deal with you! Just...just don't kill her! Let her go, and I'll, like, serve you or whatever! Just let her go!", Him yelled out to the alien. Scarlett looked at Him she couldn't believe it, she paused then said "Him no don't" Him looked at Scarlett,"I don't want you getting eaten. I want you to live and everything... I don't want to serve him, but I want you to live more than anything else. You're too nice and everything...". She tried to smile at her. "But you don't have to do this for me" Scarlett sighed then said "You have your own life to live" "And so do you. I feel like I have too. Just...just please let me do this. I would never forgive myself if I let you get eaten by them.", Him SID trying not to tear up, but ended up crying a little. Scarlett bit her lip then said "But I can't let you be turned into one of them" "I am going to turn into one anyway...the toxin won't come out. I tried to puke it up, but it just.wouldn't come out.," Him said looking at the ground. "Him I'm so sorry I got you into this" Scarlett saw that she was looking at the ground then said "It was all my fault" "It's not your fault. It was mine. I mean, I went to see if you guys were alright on the side of the road. I wanted to help, and that was my choice. Don't blame yourself.," She said smiling Scarlett looked at Him and said "We wouldn't have ended up on the side of the road if I hadn't screamed for help... Izzy showed up and tried to help now look at her, and it isn't fair if you end up the same way". "It all happened for a reason, Scarlett. I guess... I was supposed to turn into one. It's no one's fault.," She said. "I still don't think it is fair" Scarlett sighed and then looked down at the ground "It's not, but its no one's fault. Well, it's that guy's fault. He turned us into what we are now.," Him said looking at Andy. Scarlett smiled a little then said "I guess it is his fault" "It is. I just hope that when he dies, he'll go to hell.," she said trying to smile. Scarlett smiled and said "He probably will" These humans were getting on Randy's nerves. "Fine, the one named Scarlett may go" Randy press a button, and Scarlett was teleported out of the ship. Randy then stuck his tentacle down Him's throat and pumped her full of more toxin. Scarlett looked at the ship and then turned away Him had wanted this, and she wasn't going back now. She turned and started to walk away regretting every step she was taking. Randy removed the tentacle. "Your change will be quick" Scarlett walked back to her apartment and then walked into her bedroom and laid down on the couch. What was she supposed to do she lost two people that tried to help her, and now she was there all alone. Him gagged a little bit when she felt the toxin get pumped into her." It better be.," she said trying not to gag some more Randy watched as Him morphed into an alien. "Go, convert the humans. That is your mission" "Alright.," Him said getting off of the table and morphing into her human form. She got out of the ship and walked to the front of the club she was in earlier. She stared at it for a little while before she went inside and started looking for someone to turn into an alien. Randy shifted to human form and went to another part of the city. He came across a woman jogging in the park. He changed her on the spot. Scarlett couldn't sleep so she decided to go and sit on the step of her apartment. She looked up at stars and thought of ways that she could help Him and Izzy. Randy changed another woman who was walking home from work. Scarlett heard a faint scream but pushed that out of her head not wanting to think about what it was anymore. She stood up and walked back into her apartment. Him has turned one drunk guy and some random lady that walked up to her. She was walking out the back door of the club crying. She hated what she was doing, but it was the only way that they would leave Scarlett alone.' I.hate this so much." "You will do as order!" Randy then gave Him a crippling migraine. 'I know, I know! Just stop yelling at me!', Him said back to him as she put her hands on her head and winced. She started breathing heavily and walked to busy bar. She then walked up to some guy and started talking to him. Furthermore, she was going to change him in a few minutes, she just had to get him to another room. Randy had sent the one's he changed out into the city. They began to spread like wildfire. Scarlett walked into her room and laid on the bed falling asleep Randy now had half the city transformed. The streets were quiet. Scarlett was fast asleep for once it was quiet enough to sleep longer. Randy sent out a signal that the mission was going as planned. More ships landed in cities all over the world. Scarlett got up the next morning and got ready to go to work. Any human that could not be transformed was drained of its fluids, which were then used as food by the aliens. Scarlett left her house and headed to work Him was out looking for a human that wasn't transformed, but it seemed that most of the people were already transformed. Scarlett got to work to find it locked she looked around the place seemed to be quiet. When Him was walking down the road she spotted Scarlett. She frowned and looked at the ground. She stuffed her hands down her pockets and walked past the building she was at. Scarlett saw Him pass and bit her lip thinking of what happened then looked at her saying "Him?" Him stopped then looked over her shoulder." What...what do you want?", she asked. "Him I'm sorry but what is going on?" "Don't be, and I don't think I can tell you that information. It's classified, unless you are one of us.," She said. "I still am and alright thanks anyway", Scarlett turned and started to walk home she didn't think that anyone was going to show up for work today. "I chose to be one of them...please don't be sorry.," Him said walking away, also. Randy finish turning a group of humans that were hiding in a subway. He then return to the ship and fed on human fluid. Him sighed and looked up at the sky.'where the hell are all the humans...? I guess I should start breaking in to some houses...', she sighed once more and headed to some apartment buildings. "Him, I have a mission for you" Him stopped in her tracks and gulped.' Wh-what's the mission?' Scarlett turned into her apartment building and headed to hers. Once inside she locked the door and then sat down on the couch to read. "Transform the one named Scarlett" "WHAT?! We had a fucking deal! I would serve you and like, you would leave her alone!', Him said wanting to glare at Randy crippled Him with mind piercing pain. "We cannot have humans running around. This is our world now" Scarlett flipped threw the pages of the book she was reading if this was how she was going to spend the rest of her day she was probably going to need more books. "Never question my orders again" Him fell to her knees when she felt the migraine,'... Look, I don't want to question your orders...but I just can't! I made this deal with you so...so she could get away! Can't you have one human on this planet? I mean, it's just one!'. "They are a lower form of life. They need to be replaced" 'Look, you can do whatever you want. I won't like it, but please send someone else to change her! I just can't do it! Furthermore, I can turn anyone into an alien...just pleas don't make me change her!', Him begged Randy put Him under more pain. "Do as I command, or I will fry your brain stem" Him cried out in pain,'you hate me... I can tell. But FINE. Just STOP IT RIGHT NOW!'. Randy released Him from the pain. "Now go" Him got up and slowly started walking towards Scarlett's apartment building. When she got there she walked up to the door and stared at it. She was trying to decide if she wanted to knock on the door or break in. She gulped and knocked on the door. Scarlett looked at the door when she heard the knock and then got up from the couch quietly and walked over to the door, checking who it was she unlocked the door then opened it and said "Hey Him what are you doing here?" "Don't...just don't fight me. Pleas. I can't stand doing this already. I'm sorry!", Him said with tears streaming down her face. She pushed Scarlett away and walked in. She closed the door and locked. Furthermore, she then looked up at Scarlett and transformed into her alien form. Scarlett looked at her then started to back away slowly saying "Him... Him what are you doing?" "What do you think I am doing? I'm changing you... Just pleas don't get mad at me! I don't want to do this! H-h forced me too...," Him said before tackling Scarlett then sat on her. She stuck her tentacle down her mouth and started pumping toxin into her." I am so sorry...," She said sobbing Scarlett tried to push Him off of her but couldn't, she started to feel sick, and her eyes rolled back into her head and she closed her eyes falling unconscious. Him took the tentacle out and then turned into her human form." S-Scarlett? Are...are you alright?!", Him said staring at Scarlett with pleading eyes Scarlett could hear Him talking but couldn't respond in any way. "Is it done?" Randy asked. 'I DON'T KNOW!! I PUMPED THE TOXIN IN HER AND SHE'S NOT RESPONDING!', Him said starting to panic. She started to tear up again,"Scarlett! Pleas! Wake up! I am so sorry! Just...pleas!". Scarlett slowly opened her eyes and looked up at Him. "Scarlett! Oh my god, are.are you okay?!", Him said pulling Scarlett up and hugging her. Scarlett hugged Him back then said "Fine... just a little sick" her voice was weak. "I should have just let him kill me. I-I hope you're alright.," Him said trying not cry anymore, but failed. "Him please don't say that I'm fine you don't have to worry about it" Scarlett smiled softly she wasn't going to let her feel bad about this. Him stopped hugging Scarlett and looked at her." Are you sure?", She asked. Scarlett smiled and said "Yes, I am sure" "alright...but I really am sorry.," Him said getting up. "Has Scarlett transformed?" Him shook her head,'No, but I think she's sick. She didn't puke up the toxin, though. I think she'll transform.' "[Excellent. Return to the ship with her. Our leader will be arriving shortly][/I]" 'yes sir...'. Him looked at Scarlett,"We need to go to the ship...we need to meet our leader.". She held her hand out to Scarlett so she could help her get up. Randy stood at the ready for the leader's arrival. Scarlett took Him's hand and got up saying "He went against his promise" she sighed then said "But do we really have to go?" "I know. I told him that. I yelled at him, but he threatened to do something to my brain. Like destroy it or something.," she said looking at the ground." Yeah, he'll probably try and give me a migraine again and kill me or you if we don't go.," she said putting her hand sin her pocket. Scarlett bit her lip then said "No we will go I am not letting you get hurt because of me anymore", she took Him's arm and said "Come on" she smiled and walked towards the door. "O-Okay.," She said following Scarlett. The leader arrived. He was a figure to behold. The leader stood 10' high, and had six arms. Scarlett walked towards the ship slowing down a little to make sure Him was there with her. Randy kneeled before the leader. Scarlett stopped when she saw the giant alien she wanted to scream but didn't she stood beside Him. "On your knee's!" Randy order. When Him heard Randy's order she sighed and kneeled before the leader." Come on Scarlett...," she whispered to her. Scarlett sighed and kneeled down beside Him she didn't feel like vetting in trouble. The leader looked at all of them, then spoke in the alien tongue to Randy. "The leader demands that you both show your alien forms" Scarlett looked at Him and then shook her head saying "Sorry" The leader grabbed Scarlett by the throat and lifted her up into the air. Scarlett struggled this wasn't a good thing she could tell. Tentacles emerged from the leader. "The leader needs to feed. And you have failed him" "It wasn't my fault the toxin just stayed in me today I don't know what is happening" Scarlett struggled against it, she didn't need this. The leader stuck his tentacles into Scarlett. Scarlett screamed she didn't want to die just because of something she couldn't control. "You have failed to be transformed, so now you will be sustainable" "Stop it please it wasn't my fault", Scarlett tried to pull away. "No. You are a failed conversion" "I just got injected with the stuff by her, so how come it is my fault" Him transformed into her alien form when the leader asked her too. She wanted to go back into her human form, but didn't know if she should yet. When he saw him pick up Scarlett she transformed into her human form and ran up to the leader." Stop it! STOP IT RIGHT NOW! It's not her fault! Leave her alone!!", She said glaring at him Randy sent Him another crippling migraine. Scarlett heard Him and tried to pull away, she was starting to feel light-headed. The leader began to drain Scarlett of her fluids. Scarlett looked down at Randy and said "This is all your fault." "My species needs to survive. We cannot do that with those who are weak" Scarlett glared at him and said "Who said that I was weak you guys never gave me a chance" "You were injected. You never transformed" "Ever think that was because I vomited it back up?" "You had your chance" "And just because I messed up once means that you can kill me that is not right" Him fell to her knees and held her head. She started breathing heavily and glaring at Randy." What.s-she is saying i-is true. I-its not fair.", Him manage to say. "Life isn't fair" "You don't think we freaking know that?! I was turned into a monster and Scarlett is being eaten by the huge monster leader! Jeez.," Him said. Scarlett found that it was getting harder to move, she heard Him talking and smiled it was good to know she was alright. "I've had enough of you" Randy turn up the intensity on Him's pain. Scarlett looked over at Randy when he said something then said "Don't... hurt... her" "She is insubordinate. She must be punished" Him yelped in pain and looked at Scarlett." Why...the hell do...you think I am like that?", She said glaring at Randy. Randy was sick of Him and Scarlett. "Then die" Scarlett closed her eyes and said "It is not right what you are doing, the only reason you are doing this is that your greedy" "Your...just stupid! Killing off people who don't do what you say or want... You just disgust me! I wouldn't mind dying! At l;east I would have to put up with your crap!", Him yelled out to Randy. She looked at Scarlett Randy personal used his tentacle to suck Him dry of her fluids. Him tried to pull it off and glared at him." Stop it!", she said to him "You want to die, so be it" Scarlett saw what he was doing to Him then said "Randy! Stop it don't hurt her this is my fault you can't punish her for what I did" "Not without trying to save Scarlett!", She yelled at him. She pushed the tentacle away and looked at Scarlett." Stop it Scarlett! It's not your fault! Just stop it and...and try to get away!", she cried out to her. Randy removed the tentacle. The leader began to suck Scarlett dry. Him got up and ran to Scarlett. She transformed into her alien form and tried pulling Scarlett away from the leader."STOP!", She yelled out. She Scarlett could really move anymore, but she looked up at Him and said "But it is, you should really get out of her" "NO! You need to get out too!", She said starting to cry. She used one of her tentacles like a whip and hit the leader with it." I said let her go you monster!", she said. The leader picked up Him by the head with his massive hand. Him put her hands on the leaders hand he was using to pick her up." Hey! Let go!", she said "You will not defy the leader" "Your not my leader. You are the...thing that's trying to kill me a Scarlett.", Him sat glaring at the 'leader' Scarlett looked at Randy and said "Make him let Him ego please" "He is my leader. I shall not defy him" "You all are monsters... You just take over planets when you feel like it and...you just kill of a race!", she said. Scarlett wanted to help, but she couldn't move all she could do was listen. "Our race was dying! A plague had reduced our population to a mere 100,000. We needed to repopulate" '"Well then you could have repopulated on your own planet instead of coming here" Scarlett said struggling to get out. "We could not risk the time. We will not let our civilization parish" "You could have moved to an empty planet that was just beginning its cycle of life! Or repopulated your own planet like Scarlett suggested!", she said. Then she heard what he said back." You still could have done it somewhere where the life cycle was just beginning." Scarlett sighed and gave up it was no use she looked at Randy and said "So instead of rebuilding yours you killed another" "You know how it feels for your own race to be destroyed...why put another through it?", She said. ((I'm stuck. I cannot think of how to progress this story)) ((LOL, weeell....they can go find a different planet, or they try to share the planet with the humans? XD IDK)) [WHAT HAS I MISSED] (a lot. Lol, well....just read back. XD not long posts so it shouldn't be hard to read~) [EPP what page do i start on dang y'all posted a bunch in a week.] (... I don't know. XD just find what page you stopped posting in) [I will save the story. Izzy to the rescue. Again.] Izzy had been standing beside Randy the whole time. She couldn'tstand this. She didn't care what happened. Screw this she thought. She took out a knife and threw it at the leader and watched it sink into his back. Him watched Izzy throw the knife. She was shocked. She thought Izzy was one of them, but apparently not Izzy ran forward and kicked the leader to the ground. Furthermore, she grabbed Him and Scarlett and ran fast away. "Traitor!" Randy crushed Izzy's brain like it was in a vice. Izzy fell because of the pain. "Guys run," she said. Scarlett watched what was happening and when Izzy fell she just looked at her and said "No not again you are coming with us". "Nojust go on," she SIAD. "Not without you! You have to come!", Him said looking at Izzy then running over to Scarlett and seeing if she was okay Hundreds of troops ran towards Izzy and the others. "Guys run I will try to hold them off," she said.[I feel a sad moment coming in a bit.] Scarlett sighed and stood up pulling Izzy with her saying "No last time I left you this happened, and I am not letting that happen again". She looked over at Him and said "Help me carry her we have to get away". "No! You...you might die!', Him yelled out. She looked at Scarlett and nodded "Kill them all!" Randy order. "I am not asking for you to let me. I am telling you to run. I will hold them off. Furthermore, I won't let you two get hurt," she said. "Izzy...," Him said looking at her "don't argue just go," she said Scarlett shook her head and said "No not again you helped me it is my turn now", she pulled one of Izzy arms around her shoulders and began to run. Him looked a Scarlett for a moment, she wanted to hear what she would say before they would do anything. Then she also grabbed Izzy and ran with Scarlett "don't you guys ever listen," she said. Scarlett smiled and said "If I listed I had been dead awhile ago" "Same here.," Him said running a little faster The troops got closer. "Fine just keep running," she said turning around. "Good thing my dad used to make army weapons," she SIAD. She took out three grenades, pulled the tops and threw them at the troops and they exploded. "We need a car...now.," Him said starting to panic a little go to the edge of town I have a backup car there." she said. Scarlett sighed then said "Alright come on" Randy border one of the alien fighters and took off. "Okay.," she said. Him was scared and worried, they were going to die if they didn't get away Randy flew overhead. He fired shots at the three. Him screamed and barely dodged the shots, but got a scrape on her arms from one of them.'"OWN!", she yelled out Scarlett ducked and turned into and alley way pulling Izzy with her then turned to Him and said "Come on this way" "come on," she said jumped down. She uncovered a brand-new car. "Good thing I installed turbo," she said getting in the drivers sear. Him jumped in the back seat and started looking at her wound. Randy turned around and fired again. Izzy waited for Scarlett to get in. When she was in, Izzy started the car and stepped on the pedal and they lurched forward. Things were passing by in a blur. Him closed her eyes when she heard the shot being fired. She knew this was probably her last time in this world." I enjoyed being with you guys!", She said. It was her way of saying goodbye, since they were more than likely going to die Scarlett got in the passenger seat and turned around to Him saying "How bad is it" "hold on guys," she said pressing turbo and they we so fast that they were pushed against their seats. Randy chased after them. "Watch this guys," she said. She flipped a switch and the car jumped into the air and it flew. "I totally fitted this with everything," she SIAD. Him hit the back of her seat and groaned." I think it's fine...just a flesh wound.," she said as it started to bleed." Maybe not...," she said putting pressure on it "here" she said getting a first aid kit. Him took the kit and started tending to her wound. She was looking at the ground the whole time since she knew she would get really scared if she looked out the window. She had a fear of heights, plus she knew that if she saw Randy in his ship she would freak out. Scarlett sighed and turned back around in her seat and looked out the back window she wanted to make sure that Randy was far behind them now. Randy dodged out of the way to avoid a midair collision. Scarlett bit her lip then said "Do you have a flying license because you nearly hit him". "Scarlett. Not worried about that right now. Do you know how to fire guns from a current," she asked? "You better start flying right... I might get sick or get a panic attack if you don't.," Him said glaring at Izzy for a moment. Scarlett sighed then said "I could try" "then try" Izzy said to her and pressed a button and her chair moved up and opened into the roof were two big guns and two control sticks waited for her. Scarlett sighed then said "It can't be that hard", she took the control sticks and started to fire back at Randy's ship. Him laid on her side and watched what was going on. She was scared, stressed out, and worried." Were going to die aren't we?", she said "not as long as I fly this ship," she said. Randy avoided the enemy fire and fired back. "...we are.," Him said pulling her legs to her chest and wrapping her arms around them. Scarlett tried to follow Randy's ship with her fire, but it was harder than it looked. Randy got ready to launch a bomb. Scarlett looked at Randy then said "Hey Izzy watch it incoming bomb" "barrel rolling," she SIAD. She turned the wheel, and they did three sixties rolls so he couldn't lock on. Him screamed and fell on the ceiling of the truck, then back on the seat when Izzy did the three-sixty. She glared at Izzy for a moment,"Don't do that again." Scarlett screamed she was glad that she was wearing a seat belt or she has probably fallen off. Him put her seat belt on and laid back down. [I never said she stopped doing them lol] (I figured she did. O to daaaaaamn.) The car was still doing the three sixties and Him was feeling sick."Please stop Izzy... I feel dizzy and siiiiiick!", She whined, "ok" she said and stopped. Him leaned her head back and tried not to puke." Ever do it again, and I will strangle you.," she said "I was trying to avoid getting bombed," she SIAD. "Yeah, well we were going to die of dizziness if you didn't stop, so a quick death like being bombed wouldn't be so bad...", she aids Scarlett took a deep breath when the stopped spinning and sat back in the seat watching Randy's ship. Randy missed with the bomb. He used his mental powers on Izzy. "Kill the others" no. I will not do what you tell me anymore. She said. "Then die" Randy used his mind powers to cripple Izzy. "Scarlett takes the wheel please," She said as she felt the pain. Randy fired another bomb. Scarlett climbed down then took the wheel from Izzy and then saw another bomb then said this isn't working. The bomb exploded right behind the car. Scarlett felt the car leech forward and then cursed under her breath. Randy open fire again. Scarlett tried to dodge the fire. Him sighed and get in the seat where the gun controls were." I'll do this... It shouldn't be harder than the video games!", Him said starting to fire at Randy, Randy's ship was hit. It began to smoke. "Dubuque I hit it!", Him said milling and giggling. She continued to fire. Scarlett smiled and said "Great now maybe we can get away". "Maybe! This just so fun shooting him! I think I am trigger-happy...," Him said giggling Scarlett laughed at Him comment then said "Maybe" A dozen more fighters joined Randy in the air. Scarlett saw the others then said "There are more" "Ohhh shit...", Him SIAD starting to fire at all the other fliers."Oh, god...were going to die, aren't we?", Him said Izzy's pain let up a little bit. Scarlett sighed and said "As long as you fire at them, we should be fine" "keep shooting him" Izzy said getting in the seat behind the driver seat and pressing a button she was now at a current and began shooting too. "A-alright!", Him said pressing a bunch of buttons over and over again. Every single fighter open fire. Scarlett cringed then said "We have to find a place to hide". Scarlet speed up we have to lose them. I have a hiding place in the mountains" Izzy SIAD firing back.[can you tell I am making it up as I go along] (nope. XD)"Spirit! Get us out of here!", Him said pressing random buttons now. She was trying to find a button that would send out a bomb, but wasn't sure if there was one like that Scarlett sighed then said "Alright" she looked around for the turbo button then when she found it she said "Hold on". She pressed it and headed towards the mountains. "Him close the currents," Izzy said. She closed hers. Randy lost track of them when they went to turbo. "Dammit! Dammit, dammit,dammit!" Izzy got in the passenger seat. "Go into that cave," she said. Scarlett turned into the cave and looked at Izzy saying "Now what?" Izzy clicked a button and the cave closed binding with the mountains. Lights came on. She got out. Gather what ever weapons you want," she said. She got a laser sword, and a laser gun. Scarlett got out and said "We aren't going back out there are we?" Randy returned to the main ship. The leader was healing in a cry chamber. He sent out an order to all aliens to hunt down and kill Izzy, Him, and Scarlett. "We can't keep hiding," she SIAD. She got a bunch of bombs that would explode and destroy anything on impact. Randy put his hand on the cry chamber. "They will pay for hurting you, father" "hurry up and get some weapons. We will go on foot. They might track us in the ship. Randy looked up information on a computer. Izzy's parents had not been turned yet. He headed out to their home. Izzy then remembered her parents. "Guys I need to do something. I have to make SUR my parents are ok and you guys need go try and get back to the ship and finish killing there leader," she said. Scarlett nodded and said "You be safe alright", she grabbed a few laser guns and a bomb or two then said "Meet you at the ship" she smiled then looked at Him and said "We should probably go a different time to throw them off". "I will go first," Izzy said. She opened the door and went out. She ran towards her house. Randy arrived at the home of Izzy's parents. He injected them with a special toxin, turning them into mindless super soldiers. Izzy got to the block and ran up the steps. Scarlett nodded then said "I'll go next just try and get to the ship when you can", she smiled then headed out the door and ran back towards the ship. "I-I will track down other ships and see if any more ships will come here. I'll try and blow them up.," Him said also trying to figure out where she could go Izzy pushed the door open and looked around for them. "Hello Izzy" Randy stood with her transformed parents. Izzy gasped. She drew her later sword. You will pay for this she SIAD. But he couldn't hurt her parents. By they were transformed. She was scared and confused. Scarlett reached the ship and started to look around for the leader, she needed to kill him first. Izzy's parents spat acid at her. Izzy dodged. Randy could sense that the leader was in danger. He raced back to the ship. Izzy continued dodging her parents attacks. She wouldn't hurt them no matter what. Scarlett made her way around the ship until she found the leader, seeing that he was in some type of special room she started hitting buttons hoping that it might kill him. "Stop!" Randy shouted. He shot out his tentacle and wrapped it around Scarlett's neck.((Sorry, gotta go)) {Alright}Scarlett gasped when she heard a voice feeling the identical around her neck she started to pull on it to try and get it off. "This time, you will die!" Randy squeezed tighter around Scarlett's neck. Scarlett continued to pull on the identical she could barely breathe,'Then what about the others will you leave them alone' Izzy was able to get out of the house from her parents. She ran towards the ship. "Why should I? Even if I spare you, they will continue their acts of terror" Izzy made it to the ship. She snuck in and watched in case Scarlett needed help. She stayed hidden. Scarlett pulled on the identical then said "Only because they know what is right and wrong and what you do is wrong" "What I do is survival. I want to save my people" Scarlett looked at Izzy and said "Please get out", she looked back at Randy then said "Survival or not you don't go around killing people." "They are not dead. They are transformed. And they can be turned back, for a price" Scarlett thought about it then said "What is the price?" "You come back with me to my home world and help us to rebuild. You must also transform" Scarlett looked at him and said "That's it and everyone goes back to normal?" "That's it. That's the deal" Scarlett sighed then said "Fine" Randy pressed some buttons. The alien ships around the world released a spray into the atmosphere. Everyone who had been transformed changed back. Scarlett watched him then turned around and walked out of the room to find Izzy and Him. "You can only say goodbye. We have a deal" Scarlett sighed then continued the walk. Randy prepared the ship for liftoff once Scarlett was done. Him was busy tracking down ships when she smelt some kind of funky air. After a few minutes, she felt light-headed and weird. She looked at the screen with the ship that had Randy and Scarlett in it and there was some kind of smoke coming out of it."What the hell?! Oh my god...this better not be poisonous...," Him said knowing if it was poisonous, she would die since she breathed a lot of it. Scarlett walked out of the ship and saw Him, she smiled then ran up to her hugging her then saying "You are going to be alright now, I promise" Him hugged Scarlett back,"You mean the invasion is over? You killed them? Oh my god thank you, Scarlett!". Scarlett smiled then said "Killed them no made a deal yes" Him frowned,"no...just no! You can't make a deal with them. I mean...they broke the deal I made with them!" "But with my deal they are leaving" Scarlett looked at Him and smiled saying "They won't break it this time" "I truest you...what do you have to do that will make them go away?", she said Scarlett bit her lip then said "It's nothing to bad, and you don't have to worry about it" she smiled then mumbled "I just have to go with them". "I will worry about you. You better not die. I mean it and you better come back.," Him said giving Scarlett a worried look Scarlett sighed then said "I don't think I will be coming back, but I will try not to die", she smiled then said "I have to go find Izzy now I need to say goodbye to her as well". "Alright... I wish I could go with you.," Him said looking at the ground Scarlett sighed then said "I wish you were too, but I don't know if he will let you" "Doubt it. He'll want me to stay behind.," she said with a sigh Scarlett sighed then said "Can you help me find Izzy?" "Sure.," Him said trying to smile Scarlett hugged Him then said" Come on" Him hugged her back and nodded." Alright.", she said Scarlett turned and strafed walking back in the direction of the ship hopefully Izzy had made her way back to it. Him followed Scarlett. Izzy made her way towards the ship when she saw Scarlett and him. She ran over to them. "Are you guys ok" she asked.[curse the school stupid EOC's "I'm fine, but are you okay?", she asked "yeah" she said. Scarlett smiled and hugged Izzy standing back again she said "We are all alright" "come on let's get out of here," she said. Him looked at Scarlett then sighed." She can't leave Izzy. She made a deal with the aliens. Furthermore, she has to go with them, and they'll leave.". "Scarlett please tell me this is a joke," she said. She looked at Izzy and shook her head. Scarlett looked at the found then said "I'm sorry Izzy but isn't a joke, I made the deal with them." "Why. I would rather fight them then watch you leave," Izzy said. Scarlett looked up at her and said "It wasn't like that he was going to kill you guys and by making the deal you guys live and everyone goes back to normal." "What do you mean by back o normal?", Him asked "yeah" she asked. Scarlett sighed then said "They sprayed something to reverse the transformation into the atmosphere so that when some on inhales it they won't be and alien anymore." "What?!", Him said. She then tried to transform, but didn't. She them remembered the gas she breathed in earlier."That's what that smoke was...," she said Izzy new she couldn't do anything now. She gave Scarlett a hug."you are brave, and we will MSS you," she said. Scarlett nodded then said "I am glad you both are alright" she hugged Izzy back then said "I will miss you guys too" Him hugged the two,"We both will miss you...be careful.". Scarlett smiled then said "I guess I should get going now" "ok. We will miss you. I need to go. If the reverse transformation is working, then I am going to see my parents," she said. Scarlett smiled then said "Goodbye guys", she turned and headed back towards the ship. Izzy smiled then turned and made her way back to her parent's house. Him waved goodbye to Scarlett,"Bye Scarlett.". She put her hands in her pocket and walked away Izzy went into her parents house, and they were waiting there. She gave them a hug and they smiled. Him had made her way to her apartment. She laid on the couch and stared at the wall. She was sad about Scarlett leaving Scarlett waved back at Him then got on the ship and then started to look round for Randy to tell him that she was ready to go. Randy waited patiently. Izzy cooked supper for her parents. Scarlett found Ready then stood in the doorway saying "I'm ready to go", she bit her lip and looked down at the ground. "Then let's go" Randy activated the ship, and it took off, along with all the other ships. Izzy sat on the couch and watched TV. Scarlett leaned against the wall she didn't really want to be there, but she knew that she had to. Izzy couldn't help but think about Scarlett. Randy shifted to human form. He approached Scarlett. "I promise you, you will come to no harm" Izzy turned up the TV to try and drown out her thought. "You say that like I'm not on a ship of alien's that suck humans dry" Scarlett stood up and walked out of the room. "I have decided not to change you. But I do need your help" Scarlett stopped then turned around saying "What do you need me to help you with?" "To rebuild my world. You are different from the other humans. You have a sense of humanity" Scarlett looked at him then said "I have different opinions I am not really that different from other people" "But you did not change. That makes you unique. And the fact that you were willing to leave your home world to save people on it that you don't even know is noble" [IDK what to put right now] "It's not really my fault that I didn't change and leaving to me was better than the rest of my planet going threw you over taking them" (I don't know what to post either) {Another dead end} [game I am stuck] (don't look at me, I have no idea what to do. XD) [we could say a bunch of years passed] (I'm back. Sorry if I had you worried)Six years had passed. With the help of Scarlett, Randy was able to get his people back on track. Scarlett was glad that she was actually able to help the aliens, but she still thought about her friends back home often and hoped that they were ok. [this is what I want to do when I am older]Izzy had opened her own veterinarian hospital. She weighed a dog and then gave him a few shots and took him back in a cage until his owner picked him back. Randy approached Scarlett. "Is something bothering you?" Izzy declawed a kitten. When she finished she went on her lunch break. Scarlett looked at him then said "Just thinking of home really" Randy nodded. "You may go back for a visit if you wish" Scarlett smiled then said "I can visit" "Why yes, I can take you there now if you want" Scarlett smiled and said "I would really like to go now" "Then you shall" Randy escorted Scarlett to a ship. Scarlett smiled and followed him she was glad that she was going to go home and hopefully see Izzy and Him again. Izzy finished lunch and then gave a few pets a bath. [hey, hey everyone's it's me Buffy you two. Momo is helping me find my rps again stupid fake mod!!] (I know how you feel. I've had to restart my account twice) (Yeah, it sucks... I hope no one tries that crap with me. Furthermore, I will report them in a heart beet.) Hime was fast asleep on her couch {Awe that sucks sorry about that Buffy} [okay good to be back.] Izzy closed up for the day.

The Infection|rating:2.0

Mommy's Lessons {Elizabeth Ecsed & Phobetor}

("No, I don't really know what to do with her anymore," Jaclyn Montgomery let out a quiet sigh as she looked both ways before she crossed the four way stop and continued headed home, on the phone with her best friend. It was a conversation they had had multiple times, but it was becoming more frequent, at least to Jaclyn it was. The topic of her only daughter was a sore one for her, especially considering their current relationship...or lack there of. She knew it was partially her fault. When Jaclyn had found herself pregnant and alone, she had promised herself that she would give her only child a good life. She would work multiple jobs during the day, spend a few hours with her daughter and then go to night school. When she finally received her hospitality degree, she started up her own event planning business and worked day and night to ensure her business received the attention it needed. Unfortunately it meant she had to take attention away from her only child, and sweet Elaine had grown up with babysitters and grandparents who didn't have the greatest opinion of their daughter being a single mother. Now, she was finally at a place where money was coming in consistently and her company was in the green, and she had multiple jobs lined up that would make sure food was on the table and bills were paid. And yet...she barely knew her daughter." Take her with you," Piper suddenly interrupted her thoughts and made Jaclyn blink and fall silent, which encouraged her best friend to continue. "She's old enough now that she can work some jobs, maybe even use it in her school resume for whatever university she wants to join. Invite her to intern for you."" That would mean more money being spent," She retorted dryly as she drove down her residential neighborhood and neared the house she had purchased when Elaine was ten. It was a simple house, one story with three bedrooms and a nice living and kitchen area. It wasn't massive like some of her client's houses, but it worked for the two of them." Oh come on, Jack," Piper snapped, and she could hear her friend rolling her eyes, "What? Another plane ticket? You don't even have to worry about the hotel because you two can share a bed. It's not that big of a deal. Plus, you only have two events out of the state AND you're being compensated for your ticket so you're not really going to be out too much money. Come on. This is your daughter. You've mentioned how things are so awkward and horrible so...you need to put in some effort.""Okay, okay..." She sighed as she parked in the driveway to her house and parked her SUV, "Alright I'm home. I'll talk to you later." Disconnecting the call, she turned off the vehicle and slid out of the driver's side. She reached for her laptop bag, causing her dress to hike up a bit before then she straightened up and brushed her reddish hair over her shoulder, heels clicking quietly as she walked up and took the two steps to the front door. It was crazy that she was thirty-four and already had a daughter who was soon to go to college, but she loved Elaine, and she wouldn't change how she had come to be born for any reason. Her short-lived relationship with Elaine's father had been a fling, an experimentation that had resulted in a child. It all came down to the fact that she had no interest in men, and the few relationships she had been involved in had been in secret because she hadn't wanted to reveal to her daughter her sexual preference. It wasn't that she was ashamed, it was that her own parents didn't know, and her daughter wouldn't have been able to keep the secret to herself." Baby? I'm home," Jaclyn called out as she opened the door and walked into, eyes bouncing from the messy living room and to the full kitchen, which she had asked her daughter to clean. Frustration caused her green eyes to flash darkly as she called out, voice sharper, "Elaine Montgomery, you come here right this instant." She was tired of giving her a pass, tired of her daughter not listening to her. Perhaps she needed to give her daughter some tough love and stop feeling so guilty for not being around. Maybe it was time that she showed her daughter what happened when she didn't do what her mother asked her to do. Elaine wasn't, by most measurements, all that bad of a teen. She was more likely to be in the library giggling over Yuri manga than smoking, killing time at the game store instead of doing actual drugs, or messing around on the tennis court instead of being in a gang or jail or teenage pregnancy or some such. Her grades were typically good, her ability to entertain herself high, her book reading frequent. But her discipline and housework skills? Terrible. Babysitters were constantly changing, replaceable. Some of the younger, prettier ones had gotten Elaine to listen, but that was sporadic. She helped her grandmother, but the older woman couldn't always be at the redheads side. Mostly, what her life had taught the small teen was the only person she could rely on was herself. Jack tried, when she wasn't busy. Elaine knew and appreciated how hard her mom worked. It couldn't have been easy to raise a child as a teen herself and then carve out a successful career. But one result was that Jack absolutely was not the disciplinarian or authority figure of the house. The little red-headed teen was in some ways an almost feral child, responsible for her own self and not much else. She did laundry, because good smelling clothes were important to her. She knew survival cooking, lots of pastas and macaroni and cheese and simple foods. Doing the dishes was an extremely optional chore to her. The schoolgirl almost never left food containers or dirty dishes around outside the sink. And that was about it. Elaine considered herself done with adulting after that and her school work. Such was the problem with nobody seriously raising the child."Oh, hey mom." The petite redhead said from where she was sprawled on the couch. "You're home early. Really early." The ending of that sentence, for once...was unsaid but definitely existed between them, unverbalized but still heard by both women. "I'm in the middle of a raid. I'll be done in about 30 minutes." She knew her mother didn't need any more details, didn't want to know about the game or her friends in it, or any achievements she had unlocked in her quest to save the Galaxy. Elaine was in one of those odd positions only teenagers seemed to love, youths free of back aches and declining posture. Her head was resting on a wadded-up t-shirt, and her legs were crossed on the back of the arm of the couch. She was intently focused on her game, featuring busty and scantily clad woman with various skin colors and features and an odd mix of fantasy and sci-fi gear riding ludicrously overdone dragons through an almost photo realistic galaxy, so enveloped in her game that she didn't notice her own tongue poking out of the corner of her mouth. She hadn't bothered to change out of her school uniform, the blue and white skirt slipping down her pale legs, blouse unbuttoned at the neck and pulled from her waistband, but not particularly indecent. Her braid was starting to come unraveled, sloppy and loose and dangling all the way down to the floor and creating a little puddle of silk and red hair. No matter what else she slacked on in regard to housekeeping, her gorgeous hair was always brushed within an inch of its life every morning and night. The slight jab wasn't overlooked by Jaclyn and her eyes narrowed slightly at her daughter's comment and how dismissive she was. Her daughter wasn't a bad child, she had never been bad, per se. They just had nothing in common, their relationship was barely there and Jaclyn knew it was her fault, but her daughter was not making it any easier. Her eyes took in her daughter's form, and she almost sighed in displeasure. Her school uniform would now be wrinkly, and she would have to iron it. Furthermore, her hair, thankfully that beautiful mane, was perfect -- the one thing Elaine was utterly responsible over -- but other than that? The house looked cluttered, the kitchen a mess, and she was done trying to be the nice one. She had never really been strict with her daughter before because the guilt often ate at her. After all, it was her fault that her daughter had no real discipline, wasn't it? Her parents had tried, and thankfully they had never judged their granddaughter the same way they had judged their own daughter, so Jaclyn had allowed them to have a relationship with her child. Still, her mother doted on her grand baby, and Elaine was old enough to know that. In other words, no one was really teaching her daughter manners and responsibility. So it was up to her. "No, you are not going to be done in thirty minutes," Jaclyn stated as she walked over to the TV and turned off the gaming console in the middle of her daughter's game. This was the first time she had done that, normally she allowed Elaine to take her time and do whatever she wanted but enough was enough. She wasn't going to let her daughter run the house anymore, it was her house and they were her rules. "You're not going to finish the raid because you did not finish cleaning up like I asked." Her hands were on her hips, and she was standing in front of the TV, making sure she had her daughter's attention. "I want you to go to your room and change out of your school uniform. Then come back to the kitchen and finish cleaning it up. I cannot make dinner while it's a mess." Her voice was firm, and yet she felt her body tremble slightly, the first time taking charge of her daughter. This was for her own good, she reminded herself, this was necessary. While she did not know much about her daughter, Jaclyn knew that she took her gaming seriously, which was why she knew she might have pissed off her daughter, but she wasn't going to take it back. Her voice did soften just a fraction as she added, "Once you have finished cleaning the kitchen, you can return to your game until it's time for dinner. But only if you finish cleaning the kitchen." She suddenly thought of her room, adding, "And your bedroom is clean as well." There was a sense of pride in herself that she was putting her foot down, and she was teaching her daughter that she couldn't just do what she wanted anymore. Jaclyn knew it was a couple of years overdue but better late than never. She moved from the front of the TV and began to make her way towards their hallway to her bedroom, "I need to change but once I'm done, I'll be coming back out here and you better have moved and gotten to work on the kitchen." Elaine's face went even paler, and she shot upright with a horrified gasping whine. "Oh, what the hell mom?? I was Star finder for that event! I'd spent two weeks planning and training a thirty-person team for it! We were... Going...." Sighing, brushing at her eyes to hide the tears, she shook her head. "Never mind. You don't care, I know. " There was a lot of hurt lurking behind the words, that she tried to cover with anger. And she was angry. So fucking what if her mom was home four hours early and wanted something? That didn't give her the right to ruin anything! Certainly not carefully laid plans, made with plenty of time to straighten up later!" You know how to cook?" She asked dryly, raising her eyebrows and letting exaggerated doubt sneak in. It was entirely a low blow, but the teen wasn't at all in the mood to deal with her mom's sudden completely out of character bitchy demands for nonsensical cleaning. Waving dismissive, tossing aside the very notion of the game being important anymore, so great was the depths of her mother induced failure, she shook her head. "No point. I won't get back in time to do anything. Either my second in command has successfully coordinated the hot mess you left my team, or they all wiped, and we failed thanks to you. All I can do is start composing my abject apologies emails.My room's fine!" The little redhead said huffily, not looking back at her mom as she marched out of the living room. She did indeed change clothes, into a pair of soft shorts and an ancient t-shirt that only mostly fit due to her not having grown much taller in recent years. Jaclyn had tried to throw the ratty, overworn shirt away several times, but Elaine kept rescuing it.... Because it had been acquired during a happy event with her mom, and there were precious few of those memories. The room wasn't in thaaaatttt bad of a shape. Most of the dirty clothes were in the laundry basket. She knew what was in each pile of books. There was only a small stack of gaming magazines that had fallen over. And, uh, two cups that probably should have gone in the dishwasher a week ago. As for vacuuming... well. Best not to think about it. The girl most certainly didn't go into the kitchen, though. Fuck dinner. Especially fuck whatever has possessed Jaclyn, I don't need to deal with her being some sort of fascist bitch! No, what she did do instead was curl up around herself in bed, wrapping her blanket tightly around herself, an unhappy little ball. There was a part of Jaclyn that felt guilty of what she had done, especially knowing how her daughter enjoyed her video games, but she had to start being firm somewhere! Still, it didn't stop the way her heartfelt heavy as she made her way into her bedroom and shut the door, letting out a very quiet sigh. She recalled her daughter's words and knew she should reprimand Elaine for using curse words, especially towards her but...it seemed like she had ruined something that her daughter had been working hard on. Which made her feel even worse and the older woman let out a sigh as she sat down on her bed, wondering what she was doing. It seemed like she was just making it worse. Regardless, she had started this and Jaclyn wasn't going to back down, she wasn't going to let her daughter guilt her. She had come home early, sure, but Elaine needed to stop leaving things for the last minute. She needed to learn responsibility and manners. Getting back up, she removed her earrings and her clothes as she went to stand in front of her closet and hung up the items she had worn. She changed into a pair of comfortable yoga pants and a white tank top, making sure to remove her bra. Christ, she hated that damn thing. Leaving her bedroom, she walked towards the kitchen, expecting to see her daughter, "Elaine, I'm..." But her daughter wasn't there. And the dishes were still in the sink and...it seemed like nothing had changed. Her daughter had done nothing of what she had asked." Elayne!" Jaclyn turned and marched towards her daughter's room, jerking the door open and finding her daughter on the bed, curled up. She reached for the blanket and jerked it off her daughter's body, her tone sharp, "The kitchen needs to be cleaned. I am not going to ask again." Her eyes ran over her daughter's petite frame, and if she wasn't so upset, she would find the outfit she wore cute. But Jaclyn was frustrated, and she was done with her daughter not listening to her. She recalled the little quip that Elaine had said about her knowing how to cook, and her eyes flashed with frustration. Her daughter really had no respect for her, did she? "Go to the kitchen. Now." She moved out of her daughter's room as she called over her shoulder, "Since you're so quick to ignore me, then I'm taking away the video games. I'm denying you access to Wi-Fi and keep it up, and we'll see what else I remove access to." Elaine was so far beyond bewildered it was starting to be legitimately frightening. Instead of realizing that she had an unhappy, confused, sad, and probably justifiably upset teenage girl on her hands, Jaclyn just kept attacking. The little redhead had been trying to comfort herself in her little blanket cocoon in the privacy and sanctity of her bedroom, and her mom didn't even give her what little dignity was to be found in retreating like that. Scrambling up with a tiny despairing cry, the petite teen stuffed herself into the corner of her walls, huddled against herself. Pulling her knees to her flat chest, and wrapping her arms around them, she really looked like such a delicate and even pitiful little creature. Her mother probably didn't know her own daughter well enough to recognize the signs, but the clenched jaw and bright, tight eyes indicated the teen was about to burst into tears. Unfortunately, under the perceived assault from her mother, the young woman got aggressive right back. "Oh hi Elaine, haven't seen you in 4 days, but why in the world haven't you done the dishes?" She tried to mimic her mom's tone, aiming to make it sound as bitchy as possible. And she wasn't even sure four days was an accurate accusation, it could have just been one or a week. She honestly didn't know. " No good to see you, how was your day, how is your life, do you have any fun plans for summer?" Part of her wanted to ask if they could just start over, have a civilized conversation that they so rarely had the time together for. But watching her mom go uncharacteristically ballistic had the poor girl way way way off balance. She absolutely hated being fussed at, and especially coming from her largely absentee mother so suddenly was a huge shock to the system. She saw no point in attempting to be the peacekeeper in this situation. Let her mother act like a same human, and then she'd talk." Fine!" She cried, not quite yelling or screaming, though there was a definite increase of volume and an edge of defiant hysteria. If her mother wanted to be some sort of crazy bitch, Elaine would pile fuel on the fire. "Take it all away! I don't care. I won't be needing dinner tonight either. What else can you find to take away?" Jaclyn came to a complete stop outside of her daughter's room, having never heard Elaine behave or act out in such a manner. Her eyes squeezed shut as she suddenly felt an immense sense of guilt over how she was treating her daughter. True she hadn't been a good mother to her, but she hadn't thought that they were this detached. She had just wanted to show her daughter that she was not going to be walked over, that she needed to learn some responsibilities and some manners and yet... Christ, she felt horrible. Tears pricked at her eyes as she heard the near hysteria in her daughter's voice, and she slowly turned and looked at the young girl huddled on her bed, her eyes slowly running over her. A flush crossed her cheeks and she felt ashamed for how she was treating her daughter, unsure as to what to do now. Should she apologize? Should she tell her daughter that she was just trying to form a mother/daughter relationship with her, not just mere strangers living in the same house? She knew that her daughter needed a firm hand, but perhaps she was being...too firm? Maybe she should sit her daughter down and have a discussion. Much like her work and how she had built herself up, Jaclyn had simply taken charge, decided to come out swinging because then that way there was no question as to who was in control. But it was clear that perhaps she had not made the right decisions when it came to this moment. Making a decision, the older woman walked back into the bedroom and neared the bed before she slowly sat on the edge. She continued to look at Elaine before she finally released a quiet sigh and murmured, "Alright, baby, let's try this again." She took a deep breath and admitted quietly, "I am very sorry for my behavior coming home. I have been concerned over your lack of responsibilities and your drive, and I wanted to push you to act and to do something. I shouldn't have been so rough with you, especially when we haven't seen each other in a few days." It had to have been hard to look at the weirdness and suspicion covering her daughter's face, because poor Elaine was fully braced for another round of fighting that would quickly devolve into yelling and screaming and hurtful things being tossed at each other like grenades. The teen tightened her grip on her legs as her mother sat down, letting out a little huff that somehow managed to indicate her displeasure and unhappy fear in a single little non-syllable of noise. The delicate little redhead didn't say anything in response to her mother's apology speech for a couple of minutes, soft blue eyes regarding her mother steadily, and then she lowered her head, hiding face against slender pale arms. "K." She whispered only barely loud enough to hear. She sat like that for another couple of minutes, taking deep breaths and trying to think about how she felt about everything. Finally giving out an almost inaudible sniffle, Elaine wiped her eyes on the back of her hand and looked up to her mother once more. Her nodding indicated that she agreed with at least most of that statement. Ok, what now? Mom certainly sounded sincere, and she's not being a right cunt anymore. I.... I don't like being mad at mom, and I certainly don't want her mad at me... But what do I say to all that?" Ok... Yeah. Thank you." she said, voice as soft as her mother's. "I.... I don't really like being ordered around, and of course, the game thing really, uh, got us off on the wrong foot..." The latter statement was of course completely true, but she didn't yet realize how inaccurate the former statement was going to prove to be. Even if she had started reading stories of older women taking young ladies in hand... But her mind was absolutely not focused on erotica right now. Still in her corner, the teen shifted position, lowering her defensively held legs to sit cross-legged on her bed. Still in the corner, still not approaching her mother or completely relaxed, but definitely more open and less like she was trying to protect herself from her own family. Her soft little shorts were not particularly long, and in such a position definitely highlighted the lengths of her bare legs. For such a short human, Elaine definitely had inherited her mother's lovely legs. Venturing a small smile towards her mother, she tilted her head, trying to look cute and apologetic both. "I really would like dinner? Please? I know you can cook, I shouldn't have said that. I'm sorry." Not a full apology of course, but then she didn't truly see anything particularly wrong about having strong reactions to her own semi estranged mother being so, as she said, rough." I guess it would help if you had a clean pan, huh?" It was a bit tense while Jaclyn watched her daughter and debated how best they should go about this suddenly disagreement they had had. She watched as Elaine shared with her how she felt, and her mother nodded, listening intently to her daughter. She knew she had messed up, that she had upset her only child, but she hadn't meant to and all she wanted now was to make sure that they weren't angry towards one another. There was a smile of relief when her daughter shifted and looked more relaxed, and she felt like perhaps they were on the mends. It had been a few days without her daughter, or rather, when Jaclyn would leave the house early and come home late enough for her daughter to be asleep. It was hard being a single mother and the guilt of not being there for Elaine was eating at Jaclyn, but she also knew that she was doing her best. Her parents thought she was neglectful, but she only wanted to give her daughter the world." Well then, come on," She smiled as she encouraged her daughter as she pushed herself to stand, "Come help me cook, hm? I can start on dinner prep while you do the dishes?" A part of her wanted to remind her daughter that if she had done the dishes when she had first gotten home, then this wouldn't be an issue, but she didn't want to bring up their disagreement again. She took a deep breath and commented casually, "I would like us to perhaps spend more time together, Elaine. I know that you are busy with your friends and such but... I would like us to have a better relationship than the one we have now." Jaclyn looked at her daughter and added with a small smile, "Maybe then I won't feel like I'm...not a good mom." The comment wasn't said to make Elaine feel guilty or to garner sympathy, she merely said it because that's how she felt. She WANTED to be a good mom for Elaine, she just felt like perhaps it was too late for that. But she continued, thinking back to what her best friend had said and hoping that she was doing the right thing, "Break is coming up soon, right? Maybe you can come work for me? You can intern at my events business and learn the ropes." She smiled and shook her head, "I don't want to force you into any one job or career, but it'll be fun. I have a few events that'll take me outside the city and even one or two outside the state." Why did she feel nervous? Maybe it was because of what had transpired between mother and daughter, that it made her feel like she didn't know her daughter at all. Maybe it was because she was putting herself out there, feeling vulnerable, and it wasn't something Jaclyn liked very much. She was a strong woman, independent, and she didn't want nor need the approval of anyone. Except at this moment, she really wanted her daughter to want to spend time with her, to want to repair the relationship. The little redhead nodded, working her way up to upright with a small groan. Standing was harder than sitting or lounging. She wasn't completely over the anger, frustration, or sudden fear of her mom coming out swinging... But she didn't want to escalate the fight, at all. Throwing more gas on that fire wouldn't make anyone happy.... And stood a very good chance of burning what little common ground they did have left. And Elaine truly didn't want to abandon her mother... She had gotten comfortable with the routine of orbiting around her mom, not seeing her much, but still connected, no matter how much that bond had been fraying. She was an independent teen, but still younger than she tried to act. "Yeah, that's a plan." She agreed. Nodding her agreement to the first statement, the teen sucked in a breath, letting it out in a sad sigh. "Oh mom, you're not a bad parent at all. I know how much you do for me... It must be hard being a single parent... You've always given me everything I need..." Do I hug her...? I..... Ugh, I'm still irked at her, so no. Not my job to fix everything. "I agree that we should spend more time together if we can, yes." That was easy to agree to, at least." Intern? That sounds like a Piper plan..." She grumbled quietly, heading to the kitchen to start the dishes. But... She wanted to spend time with her mother. They were running out of chances... So she nodded. "Ok. That sounds like a good plan, mom. What would I be doing?" Elaine tilted her head to watch her mom, not wanting the older woman to look quite so anxious and unhappy... Her lips twitched slightly when Elaine mentioned that it sounded like a 'Piper' plan. Her best friend was known as Aunt Piper when she was around and her best friend had enough wild ideas that her daughter would recognize them at the drop of a hat. But she was glad that she had decided that it sounded like a good idea, she wanted to spend time with her daughter. Jacelynn chuckled, "It was Piper's idea but... I think it's a good one!" She began to pull the ingredient to make beef tacos out, adding, "You would be helping me with paperwork, running around and just being my assistant." As she spoke, she began to pull out the lettuce and tomatoes to cut them while the beef was cooking. She was excited that Elaine had agreed to it, continuing on. "You'll get to see what I do. I'm...pretty excited about that." She looked over at her daughter, giving her a soft smile, knowing that emotions were probably still running rampant but thankful that she was willing to talk to her mom about it. Passing by her daughter she kissed her temple, "It'll get us close! I'm really excited to not only spend that time with you but also to get to know more about you." She winced as she added quietly, "Maybe you can tell me about your video game and stuff? That'll be interesting to get to know more about." "Piper Piper Piper..." Sighed the little redhead, but she shrugged one shoulder. Elaine probably had some sort of snarky comment about broken clocks or blind squirrels, but she chose to keep it to herself this time. The teen was definitely still in peacekeeping mode. But she couldn't help smiling up at her mother in return. It was nice to see her mother happy, she had to admit. Elaine knew that her mother struggled with having to work so much, but also took pride in being such a hard-fought success story. Work was... Well, if not easy, at least easier than raising an independent and strong-willed teenage daughter. "Yeah, I think she did get it right this time." She tried not to emphasize those last two words, but they probably didn't need to be said. Piper always meant well, and Jack knew that more than anyone. But sometimes a Piper plan was way more outlandish than could ever be possibly necessary. Pondering her mother's statements, she began handwashing some of the dishes, setting them aside in the rack to dry. She was distinctly unenthusiastic about it, but she kept working. "That doesn't sound too bad. I know you handle a lot of details by yourself. How many events are you planning on taking me to? Are we going anywhere super cool? I'll probably have to get my guild to put me on the reserve list for a while... Oh well, can't be helped I suppose." More dishes gently clinked into the rack, and the teen turned to meet her mother's smile. In truth, she had largely calmed down by now, especially since Jack seemed to regret her choices from earlier, and was offering something that could be really fun. "I'm glad you're going to show me, mom. Thank you. That smells perfect by the way." Elayne blinked at the kiss on her head, wrinkling her nose where her mother couldn't see. It had caught her by surprise, and caused an upwelling of extremely mixed feelings. On the one hand, it was quite nice and reminded her of better times. On the other hand... It reminded her of better times with her mother, and how rare they could be. How much they had drifted apart without even really noticing the widening gap over the years. Maybe she genuinely owed Piper a heartfelt thank you for this plan. "Same, mom. I am too. Well, it's got dragons and elves in space, with technology and magic almost indistinguishable from each other. It's got absolutely cutting edge specially created graphics, and a world-class flight engine." She could have stopped there, but Elaine had caught the wince and wasn't above being a little petty in describing her passions. Besides, she truly did enjoy the game, and could have given a much, much more in depth speech about it than she was going to. "So I got super, super lucky and hatched an ultra-rare dragon almost the instant I hit level 50. Her name is Star Blossom, and she made getting to level 75 an absolute breeze. She's worth quite a bit of Orichalcum, not that I could ever bear to part with her." The in-game mount, roughly the equivalent of a spaceship, was actually worth a reasonable sum of money in real world dollars as well. The teen wasn't above selling items on the gray market, largely funding her own game playing habits, plus a little extra. It certainly beat having a real job. "So being level 75 enables me to join one of the top racing guilds, to truly unlock all the end-game content. Star Blossom isn't truly designed for this arena, but I can compete for the dragons and equipment that is. I made friends with one of the better guilds early on, so I was eligible for their junior member program as soon as I hit 75, without having to get help getting the equipment. We were flying through a rift warp nebula to fight a monster spawned from the dark core of a black hole, and I was leading the group through the twisting almost maze-like paths as it shifted around. " She sounded slightly irked in slightly worried at this point, not sure if her group had succeeded or failed. "That was when, well you know. My second in command for the event was almost as good at the passageways as I am so hopefully she got them through it all. It's about 75% memorization of complex patterns, and 25% pure luck. And we had a pretty high number of level 80s in the group, since it's still a new event, and they want to get some of the drops. So hopefully me vanishing didn't ruin it all. Pretty sure it didn't. Anyway, fun fact, the programmers left in a major glitch in the boss where you can cause it to do massive damage to itself. It's supposed to be a terrifying space monster, but it can be defeated faster than a lot of the mid or even early game bosses. Pretty hilarious. I imagine they're scrambling to patch that as fast as possible, but it requires some fairly fancy coding, I think. Unintended consequences and all that." She got down two plates and two forks. "What do you want to drink?" All she could do as her daughter rambled on about her guild and the games she played was blink in complete and utter confusion. Elves? Dragons? A spaceship? She was so lost, and she had no idea how exactly to tell her daughter because it was clear that Elaine was so excited about it. She was glad that her daughter had found something to capture her attention and she wondered if her daughter might want to go into the video game industry or this was all just a way for her to relax and enjoy herself. Still, she continued to listen to her, making sure to make the correct noises to show her daughter that she was still interested in the topic because she was! Even though she...had no idea about what she was saying. At the casual -- and very normal question -- after her daughter's long explanation, Jaclyn blinked, "Oh. Um...sweet tea, please." She continued to stir the beef, making sure it was cooked well before she reached for a bowl to put the beef in so she could create a makeshift taco bar, and they would be able to make however many they wanted. Whatever wasn't used, she would simply put away for leftovers. Deciding that honesty was always the best policy, especially considering the massive hiccup that she had caused when she had come home, she stated, "I'm going to be honest, I have absolutely no idea what you just said to me, and it sounds really fun and interesting but I... I couldn't comprehend a lot." She looked at her daughter, continuing to show her that she was willing to get to know more of her hobbies and interest. "But maybe you can show me sometime? I might not know it, but you clearly have such a passion for it and I want to...encourage that." This was good, Jaclyn almost felt like patting herself on the back. She had been listening to some parenting audiobooks and trying to find ways to understand her daughter and while she had let her anger and annoyance get the best of her, she felt like perhaps she was making up for her mistake? Though there was a part of her that knew that her daughter was to blame for some of the added frustrations, but she wasn't going to focus on that. No, she had been the one to be loud and to become very upset towards her daughter and perhaps with this peace offering, the next time they had a hiccup it wouldn't blow up so...intensely." Once we're seated, I'll grab my phone and pull up the events I have coming up, and we can discuss which you'd like to join me in? On the ones that are easy events and are close to home, you don't have to join me if you don't want to. I don't want to bombard you with all of these things and make you hate it," Or hate spending time with me, Jaclyn added to herself as she finished setting down the last of the bowls and pointed at them as she detailed. "Beef, lettuce, tomatoes, onions, sour cream, guacamole, cheese." She offered her daughter a wide smile, "Go prep your plate while I grab my phone...or better yet, I'll grab my laptop, it'll be easier to see." She was quick as she went into her office and grabbed her laptop, walking back down the hallway to the dining room and setting her laptop where she was going to sit. Moving back to the kitchen, she almost reached out and gently brushed her daughter's hair back before she stopped herself. It had been such a long time since she had been affectionate with Elaine...why was that? What had stopped? She used to cuddle and snuggle her daughter all the time, try to get home before she fell asleep so she could read her a bedtime story but...the older Elaine got, the more out of her element Jaclyn became. It was easy to know what to do when a small child depended on you. When Elaine started to have her own independence and opinions...she started feeling like they were growing apart until ultimately they did. With thoughts running rampant in her head, Jaclyn fell quiet and once her daughter was done, she went and prepared her plate. This was a second chance, she reminded herself, a way for their bond to become strong once more. She had messed up in the past but now? Now she would make it right and her daughter and her would have a tight bond. Jacilynn just had no idea how close their bond would become. The little teen burst into laughter that was both delighted and amused. She nodded, the laughter trailing into giggles, and then fading into A content little smile. "I know mom, it's okay. I really didn't expect you to. There won't be a test or anything. I kind of threw you in the deep end, just to see how you'd react. Long story short, I'm pretty cool, and I'm earning a place with the really cool groups." Her smile drifted to pleased but shy, touched and hopefully enthusiastic as she poured the tea for her mother. "I'd really like that, actually. Thank you for asking. I do enjoy it, it's such a good game, and all the people are great. I'm... Furthermore, I'm honestly kind of proud of everything I've done in the game." Which was slightly awkward to admit, being a gaming nerd wasn't cool in any sense of the word. But Elaine did have some good accomplishments inside the game. She was planning on writing her college essay about guild management. Taco creation was a careful and precise art, more akin to creating a stained-glass than merely putting food together. First you had to coat the taco shell with a layer of guacamole, and a little bit of cheese sprinkled in. Then came a layer of meat held in place with a drizzle of guacamole. A bit of tomatoes and lettuce and sour cream, with cheese and of course more guacamole. Another layer of meat topped off by carefully applied lettuce, cemented in place with, you guessed it, more guacamole. It was extremely common for her to have a little pile of guacamole on the plate after everything had been consumed, that she typically scooped up with her finger to savor straight from the dish. It probably took the redhead longer to create her masterpieces than it would to devour them with all the patience of a starving cheetah. Teenagers basically had the same metabolism as ravenous beasts." Sounds good, mom!" She chirped. "I probably should go to at least a couple close ones, get the hang of everything, get my feet under me, you know? But let's see what we've got." When her mother returned with her own set of tacos, the teen casually leaned her shoulder against the older but still beautiful woman. Elaine needed some comforting... Yes, Jaclyn was the one who had caused the uncomfortableness in the first place, but sometimes a girl still needed her mother. Looking at the schedule on the laptop was a good enough excuse to touch, right? Totally not at all suspicious. How long had it been since they had touched for more than rather perfunctory hugs? That really wasn't much of a pleasant thought to dwell on, so the young woman busied herself with munching on a taco as her mother pulled up the calendar, the food disappearing almost as fast as if she had dumped it in a wood chipper. When she felt her daughter lean against her in a show of affection Jaclyn felt her heart swell in her chest and she couldn't stop herself from tilting her head and nuzzling her cheek against the top of her daughter's beautiful hair. As horrible as their argument had been, it seemed like they were both trying to make amends and that made the older woman happier than she thought possible. How long had it been since Elaine had sought out affection from her, had wanted to talk to her this much? It had been too long, and she knew it was her fault, that she had pushed her daughter away to try and get her business off the ground. But it was a mistake she was not going to make again. She was going to work hard and try and get them both on the same foot. With her laptop beside her, Jaclyn made her plate quickly and once they were settled on the table, she shifted the laptop, so her daughter could look at the calendar. "So the ones I have coming up within the next month are all local. I have a baby shower that I've been working on, and it's pretty much done. All I would need you to do is be my assistant, make sure the caterer arrive on time, that the presents are put where they need to be, etc." She looked at her daughter and flashed her a smile, "It's rather boring, but it's also fun." She shrugged and flashed her an excited smile, revealing just how much she loved the business she was in. She shifted the calendar, "Now the two that are going to be out of the state is..." She highlighted the time, "A week in Florida and two weeks in New York." She clicked on them and expanded the view. "The event in Florida is a conference, and it's right in Miami, so you know...maybe we can go to the beach?" She winked, hoping that the locations would excite her daughter. "The one in New York is for a wedding, that one is a bit more time-consuming because I have to be there and hit the ground running." Jacilynn tapped her chin before she looked at her daughter, "Piper has been suggesting I change my name to a wedding coordinator since a lot of people contact me to do weddings, but I don't want to stifle myself. I want to be able to do weddings, baby showers, conferences, you name it." She took a bite of her taco and ate it before she looked at her daughter with a smile, "So, what do you think?" She paused and added, "If...it interests you, I'm sure I can take you to many more... I just don't want to ruin your free time." Little Elaine laughed softly, the sound still rare in their household, especially being caused by her so frequently absent mother. She was enjoying the time with Jaclyn, despite the unpleasant beginning of the day. The older woman was warm and smelled nice and.... Was finally including her only child in her life. If asked before this, Elaine probably would have said that she didn't especially miss the woman who gave birth to her, so used to being without her as she was. But this was really important, more than she realized. Not straightening up from her cute little lean against Jack, Elaine nodded as she looked at the schedule. "Baby shower usher and wrangler, got it. Sounds doable. Have you ever had a mother go into labor at one of your parties? I bet that's crazy." She couldn't help but return the smile... It was nice to see her mother happy, and the teen really was proud of her parent for being such a success story. Her eyes widened and she squirmed in the chair. "Miami?? Cool! Are we going to stay in a beachfront cabin?" Apparently she only had a vague idea of what Miami was actually like. "What sort of conference? Where in New York? Why two weeks, do they really need you that long? How giant of a wedding is it going to be?" Yeah, Elaine was excited for sure. "What should I wear for the conference, and the wedding? Do we dress up every day for all of them?" She shrugged her shoulder, rubbing it on Jaclyn. "Then don't. You can say that you specialize in weddings and charge more, but don't limit yourself if you don't want to. What's the weirdest event you've run? Do you often deal with crazy brides like on the TV?" She pondered for a bit, taking bites of her carefully crafted taco. "Well, I'm curious, yeah? Let's go ahead and schedule in the three you listed for sure, and we can see how it goes, what I think. Sounds like a plan?" Once more, the redhead smiled up at her mother... Part genuinely interested, part wanting to make up for earlier, and largely just wanting to know her mother better. The excitement from her daughter and the laughter that spilled out of her almost made Jaclyn feel guilty because this is how their relationship should have been all along. This is the kind of interaction that she should have been having with her daughter, but instead she had been too wrapped up in her own things, too focused on making sure she provided everything for her daughter that she forgot to give her the most important thing of all: her time. A chuckle escaped Jaclyn as she looked at her daughter and reached out, brushing her hair back, a fond smile on her face, "Would you want to stay in a beachfront cabin?" She normally would never budget for that kind of extravagance but the excitement in Elaine's voice was just too hard to resist. How could she? She could easily make some calls and see if the hotel had a cabana or a suite that was right in front of the beach. It couldn't hurt at least. At her daughter's advice, she nodded thoughtfully and murmured, "That's not a bad idea." She would have to think on it, she didn't want to increase her price too much, but she also did go above and beyond for weddings. She took a bite of her taco and chewed thoughtfully and was about to tell her daughter the weirdest event had been a BDSM event but decided tonottell her. This was her daughter after all! "I don't have too many strange or weird events, thank goodness." Shifting the topic slightly, she nodded, "There have been a few unruly brides, but I run a tight ship. I don't let myself or anyone working for me be bossed around unless it's by me!" She winked at her daughter, her smile relaxed and friendly before she tapped a few things on her laptop and then closed it." Alright so I will buy the extra ticket to Florida and New York and you will be my little assistant," Jaclyn smiled brightly as she leaned over and impulsively kissed her daughter's cheek, "Thank you for agreeing to this, for...being such a good girl for me." She truly was lucky that Elaine didn't hate her, she hadn't made it easy on the girl. The affectionate touches on her hair earned her mother another happy smile, despite not being used to the physical affection. She was a very self-contained teen, drifting though life in her own little bubble. Elaine had friends, of course, but warm bodies against hers was an unusual phenomenon." Yes! That sounds like a wonderful adventure! Summer vacation with mom..." She wasn't trying to hurt Jaclyn, just enthusiastic about the plans, the time together, the opportunity to see more about her mother and how she lived her life." Piper would probably say to charge what you're worth, maybe a little bit more. The people will come. She's like a tall, blonde Yoda who speaks straight. Ok, yeah, that's entirely not like Yoda, but you get the point." There was a little bit of an eye roll, but still, the teen was clearly pleased to have her mother approve of the idea." Oh come on, you've been doing that forever, and all you've got is some fussy brides? I guess that does mean that you're perfect at your job though." There was a little bit of a blush on Planes pale cheeks as her mother talked about being bossy. The girl did tend to make better grades in classes taught by women, especially the ones closer to Jaclyn's age instead of the usual grizzled veteran. Those teachers tended to have rave reviews about her dedication to learning, unlike most of the rest of the school." I'm looking forward to it, thank you." She said quietly, slightly, oddly subdued after such exuberance and enthusiasm. Being called a good girl had made the little redhead swallow, a warm feeling spreading through her tummy. "I love you mom. This will be cool! New York and Miami!" "She probably would," Jaclyn agreed quietly as she listened to her daughter and felt a fond smile curve and remain on her lips. She hadn't seen Elaine sound so enthused about something involving her mother in such a long time, and it made her excited too. This is how she wanted her relationship with her daughter to be and all it took was some communication. Granted, she knew it would be a bit more but for now, she would take it. She took another bite of her meal as she chuckled, covering her mouth and waiting to finish chewing before she answered, "I have had some persistent brides, but you just have to have a firm hand with them." She shook her head and added, "Sometimes, people need to be put back in their place." She cocked her head to the side as she thought about what she said and then shook her head, "Sorry that sounds mean. What I'm trying to say is that sometimes, people need someone to guide them, to show them and if kindness doesn't work, a swift snap back to reality will do it." Her face softened as she looked at her daughter, "Oh baby, I love you too. I'm so excited that you get to come with me." She looked at her daughter and narrowed her eyes playfully, "But I'll have to be strict with you too. No sleeping in!" She grinned and teased, "Or I'll spank you." It was clear that she was teasing but recalling how things had started off on the wrong foot when she had arrived home, she quickly added, "I'm teasing." She didn't want her daughter to suddenly retreat within herself, wanting her to remain open to her mother. Jaclyn was so desperate to maintain their communication open and honest now.

Mommy's Lessons {Elizabeth Ecsed & Phobetor}|rating:4.0

Arena Tournament, Round 102_ Cinder vs. De'Athbypro Xie

Arena Tournament, Round 102: Cinder vs. DE'Athbypro Bitmap:Spoiler Hide XP Award:600 XPGP Award:600 GP Cinder- TheFallenOneDe'Hydro Die- Psionic Dog All Combatants, please roll initiative and declare final purchases, if any Round Finale vs Die on Lava... Oddly familiar initiative - (1d20+3)[11]CL 1 Scroll of Electricity Resistance - 25 Grand something else, need to look up the name Any chance you'll DQ to give Die a neat 3-in-a-row DQ win streak? No?Ah, well. Initiative - (1d20+3)[16]Currently shopping for permanent magic items. Sorry pal, never been Died yet and won't happen here, I want a 3rd level wizard, so I can spam second level spells like candy Lets see. If I win the tournament I want Die to get a Bag of Tricks (rust). The more proxies the better.2331 +1800–3000 = 1131gp to spend getting said victory. Purchasing a Pierce Cloak, a tangle foot bag, and a flask of Slumber sand. And a power stone (skate) too for good measure. Total spent: 1,025 think that will work. Reserve right to counter. Updating character sheet... well, I need no calculations like that since I can already get the item I want Empowered Spell shard(Kilgore Fire bolt) 1500 GP Fire damage - if it doesn't work you're not doing enough Universal solvent - 50 GP scribe scroll of Expeditious Retreat - 12,5 GP, 1 XP Almost perfect, but not quite. One little clause is just too tight. Almost perfect, but not quite. Ok, plan 'B' it is. Counters:ML4 power stone Vigor (100 GP)ML3 power stone Elemental Steward (75 GP) Originally Posted by Psionic Dog Almost perfect, but not quite. One little clause is just too tight. Almost perfect, but not quite. Sorry, what?scroll of Fire Resistance 25 GP Part of a poem/story I heard at a story telling festive years ago. Guess it's a bit more obscure than I thought. Edit: foundling. Moral of the story:Spoiler Hide Some people are never happy. Moral doesn't apply to Die. No counters, I'll start us off later. I was more wondering what your were actually talking about. Seems the Not Fallen question didn't get resolved the way you hoped?ready to start, preparations Spoiler Hide Start in Y10, holding 2 rolls, Expeditious Retreat (top) and 'big' one both in left hand. Searing Kelgores Searing Kelgores Kilgore Kilgore Detect Magic Acid Splash Acid Splash Pretty much. It was a long shot, but had it worked to the best imaginable extent Die could have tanked Cinder's damage. De'Athbypro Die - Round 1Spoiler Hide Die: All Power stones (vigor)(skate) one hand, slumber sand flask between teeth, Oxide in other hand. Starting in B-10. Free: 'drop' Oxide into B-10/+5 Standard: manifest Vigor from stone on Oxide ML check - (1d20+2)[19] DC 5 Move: Half speed to F9 Hide - (1d20+7)[23] Oxide: Starts with crossbow loaded MW/normal, wearing armor, new vest. Crawling Tattoo Stomp and tangle foot bag also carried by Oxide. Die and Oxide each have two stowed acid flasks. Oxide does an areal run to T-10/+55. The elemental is wearing armor and vest, holding a double crossbow in two hands, with a tangle bag between teeth. DoneStatsSpoiler Hide Die: Hp: 14/14 Oxide: Hp: 13+20T/13 Vigor 40/40 tank CL 5 Empowered Searing Kilgore? Must have been some trick. If you don't mind, do me a favor and tell me what it was. I'm quite curious Cinder Turn 1Start in Y10, holding 2 rolls in left hand Swift: Empower Shapes flicker in the fire light through the windows The woodlands burn with grace Their silence drowns the age As wandering ghosts pass through the flames A new age of rebirth lights the dawn Fire on Oxide - (5d6)[14]x1.5, Reflex 15 halves move to Y17(-10)drop pronedoneStatsSpoiler Hide HP 8/8 AC 13(3 DEX), Touch 13, FF 10 Abrupt Jaunt 4/4 Rage claws with 1 Essential Searing Kelgores Searing Kelgores Kilgore Kilgore Detect Magic Acid Splash Acid Splash Reflex - (1d20+6)[21]*shrug*Favorable interpretation of Share Pain power + share spells. In my dream share spells rebounds the effect so that Die and Oxide each take half damage, no matter who gets targeted. (It doesn't work like this)So those 22-30 point damage cellars? Team De'Athbypro Die each soaks 11-15, or only 1-5 real hp after a shared vigor. Die has the HP to soak every empowered blast, and enough PP to match every one of Cinder's 1st level spell slots. Finish it all off with a gentleman's agreement that Die won't buy additional healing/vigor expendables if Cinder won't go crafting additional scrolls. If its tactic had actually worked, Die could have gone toe-toe with Cinder on at least even odds. DE'Athbypro Die - Round 2OxieMove: drive to W13/+15 (30 ft movement)Free: shift to 1-hand X-bow grip. Standard: Sic crawling tattoo on Cinder. Crawling TatooTakesfalling damage - (1d6)[5](hopefully negated by hardness 5)Move: 30ft to Y-17. Standard: Attack Cinder. Touch Attack - (1d20+9)[23](+8 size, +1 Oxide's CIA)On hit:Spoiler Hide Crawling Tattoo, Stomp take Nonlethal - (1d4)[3], and fall prone if not already so. XieLoSSpoiler Hide Move: to F15 Standard: Manifest augmented vigor on self DoneStatsSpoiler Hide Die: Hp: 14+10T/14 8PP Focused: Yes Vigor 20/20 Oxide: Hp: 13+10T/13 Vigor 40/40 that would've been a nice trick. Indeed, little way for me to burn through that defense jaunt to W18Cinder Turn 2There are gods in the wake of every flame The fire that betroths the coldness of the void In every wind, every tempest, and every snowfall In every silence Inside every root that reaches deep into the soul of the Earth ...but there are no gods here... Shadows paint the dusk Ghosts rise from the flames To set alight in the fields In robes of smoke and spirit aligned Fire on Oxide - (5d6)[17]Reflex 15 halves stand up step to V18doneStatsSpoiler Hide HP 8/8 AC 13(3 DEX), Touch 13, FF 10 Abrupt Jaunt 3/4 Rage claws with 1 Essential Searing Kelgores Searing Kelgores Kilgore Kilgore Detect Magic Acid Splash Acid Splash Reflex - (1d20+6)[26]DE'Athbypro Die - Round 3Oxie:Free: activate cloak Standard: Shoot Cinder. Rolls pending jaunt:Spoiler Hide Attack - (1d20+7)[26] damage - (2d6)[10] Critical hit! ^^ I'll roll the CRT with the rest of my turn to avoid spoiling the surprise Move: somewhere. Where pending reflex results. Crawling Tattoo:Move: Into Cinder's space. Standard: try again. Touch Attack - (1d20+9)[22](+8 size, +1 Oxide's Chain hit:Spoiler Hide Non-lethal damage - (1d4)[3] + fall prone Reactions pending on all of the above. Hurk. If you keep making those saves I'm pretty much done Jaunt from the tattoos attack to V16You know, this is the 6th time I'm fighting Die, and the third time we contend for the championship. Not bad, huh?edit: oh dear, a CRT threat. At least the cloak bonus won't be multiplied, but still, Archie Your guys do have a distressing tendency to pop up and stop Die one step short of gold. Still, maybe, this time, DE'Athbypro Die will defeat something above a commoner. Crit - (1d20+7)[11]CRT - (1d6)[6]move... Oxide flies to U17/+15XieSpoiler Hide Moving up the Walls... move to G15, then along the side of the polar to J15, end back on flat ground. Standard: Ready Action Spoiler Hide Move if Cinder casts anything within Love to Die, if Cinder ends turn, or if Die looses Los to Cinder from Oxide. DoneStatsSpoiler Hide Die: Hp: 14+10T/14 8PP Focused: Yes Vigor 19/20 Oxide: Hp: 13+2T/13 Vigor 38/40 well, a commoner that beat up a CR 2 Dire Eagle in a quite hilarious way. You're actually the only one who managed to stop him. I love that aberrant farmer Cinder Turn 315 damage on Oxide so far... Well, with a failed save and decent roll I can make it Swift: Empower Standard:well, almost out of fire songs, but kept this gem for last Fire damage on Oxide - (5d6)[17]x1.5, Reflex 15 halves movement pending result of this edit: forget to empower, immediate action was taken 18 damage so far. That first fire was empowered. Reflex - (1d20+6)[9] uh oh. Falling - (2d6)[5]also, Die's readied action triggers when Oxide goes unconscious. The elf moves to Q-17. Edit: for reference Los to elf established when Die moves SW into N17 oops, totally forgot my own empowers falling damage wasn't fatal and Die is close enough to get the envoy up again with a Vigor. Seems you planned that one quite well. However, I think you made a mistake in Oxides placement Move: pick up Existed to U15doneStatsSpoiler Hide HP -2/8 AC 13(3 DEX), Touch 13, FF 10 Abrupt Jaunt 2/4 Rage claws with 1 Essential Searing Kelgores Searing Kelgores Kilgore Kilgore Detect Magic Acid Splash Acid Splash post attempt #7... De'Athbypro Die - Round 4Crawling Attomole: advance once more on Cinder. Standard: attack! If no jaunt... Spoiler Hide Touch Attack - (1d20+9)[11] nonlethal damage - (1d4)[2] + fall down. Oilfree drop the alchemy flask held in teeth, transfer power stone in hand to mouth. Move: to U17 and on to... somewhere depending on where/if Cinder jaunts. Draw bow as part of movement. Well, both bow shot and tattoo would finish me, and tattoo has the better chance to hit, so I'll jaunt from the attack to T16+0edit: curses, it would have missed! Hm. Currently squeezing, but with cover against the elf's current position. That can be fixed. XieContinue move to X-15. I'm assuming its default to drop spent power stones like potion vials if nothing says otherwise. If not: Free, drop spent power stone to free both hands for bow use. Standard: Shoot blunt arrow at Cinder. Attack - (1d20+4)[23]Nonlethal - (1d8)[7]DoneStatsSpoiler Hide Die: Hp: 14+10T/14 8PP Focused: Yes Vigor 18/20 Oxide: Hp: negatives/13 and that drops me. You played this one well I had a feeling that if Cinder ever got a beak Bad Things would happen to Team Death by Proxies. High Ref Allende'Athbypro Die claims victory by virtue of relentless harassment. Arena Tournament, Round 102: Cinder vs. DE'Athbypro Bitmap:Spoiler Hide XP Award:600 XPGP Award:600 GP Cinder- TheFallenOneDe'Hydro Die- Psionic Dog All Combatants, please roll initiative and declare final purchases, if any OK, let's try that again Initiative - (1d20+3)[6]spiked gauntlet 5 GP Initiative - (1d20+3)[8]Still thinking on a repeat performance or something new. Ok, I think I've figured this thing out now. Purchasing:ML3 Power stone (Share Pain, Elemental Steward) (150 GP)Crawling Tattoo (Stomp) (50 GP)That's all that's planned, reserve right to reactions. No reactions, I noticed I'm 1 GP short of being able to afford the gauntlet... Simple solution though, I just sell off the empty potion vials I have left from previous matches. Don't feel like checking how many I should have, easily more than enough anyway That power stone should have been 225 GP. De'Athbypro Die - Round 1LoSSpoiler Hide Starting Preparations For this match swapping out the flying Paper Oxide for temp replacement Ember ling. I'll call her Dahl AME. DE'Athbyrpo Die: Starting B-11, holding new power stone. Slumber flask in teeth. Wearing vest. Dahl AME: Starting B-10. No armor. Tangle foot bag in teeth, psionic tattoo worn, Oxide's old light crossbow loaded in hand with normal bolts and one acid flask stowed. Die has usual 3 acid flasks stowed, rest of Oxide's equipment left outside of arena. Die Manifest Share Pain, sharing to Ember ling. ML check - (1d20+2)[8] DC 4 No other actions. DoneStatsSpoiler Hide Die: HP: 14/14 PP: 10/10 Share Paint;Ember ling 1800/1800 Dahl AME: HP: 13/13 AC: 16 (+1 size +2 DEX +3natural) Saves: +1F/+5R/+3W Immune to Fire +5 slam 1d4+1d4fire +Ref11 or catchfire1d4 2/2: ML2 energy ray (fire) 2/2: Psionic Daze (DC 12) 2/2: Mater Agitation Cinder Turn 1LoSSpoiler Hide no running? Seems he wants more than one buff on Oxide this time. Well, fine with me Start in Y10, all my scrolls left hand (big on top), gauntlet equipped right hand. Unless specifically pointed out otherwise, all drawn or picked up items go to left hand by default Standard: cast Mage Armor from scroll move to U9 at half speed Hide - (1d20+5)[7] doneStatsSpoiler Hide HP 8/8 AC 17(3 DEX, 4 armor), Touch 13, FF 14 Abrupt Jaunt 4/4 Mage Armor please Rage claws with 1 Essential Searing Kelgores Searing Kelgores Kilgore Kilgore Detect Magic Acid Splash Acid Splash De'Athbypro Die - Round 2LoSSpoiler Hide Die: Standard: Manifest Power Spoiler Hide Vigor, augmented, on self, shared Move to E-7. Envoy: Move to F-6 DoneStatsSpoiler Hide Die: HP: 14+10T/14 PP: 8/10 Vigor: 20/20 Share Paint;Ember ling 1800/1800 Dahl AME: HP: 13+10T/13 AC: 16 (+1 size +2 DEX +3natural) Saves: +1F/+5R/+3W Immune to Fire +5 slam 1d4+1d4fire +Ref11 or catchfire1d4 2/2: ML2 energy ray (fire) 2/2: Psionic Daze (DC 12) 2/2: Mater Agitation Cinder Turn 2LoSSpoiler Hide shuffle scrolls Cast Energy Resistance (Electricity) drop empty scroll in U10 Hide - (1d20+5)[21] doneStatsSpoiler Hide HP 8/8 AC 17(3 DEX, 4 armor), Touch 13, FF 14 Abrupt Jaunt 4/4 Mage Armor please Resist Electricity 100/100 Rage claws with 1 Essential Searing Kelgores Searing Kelgores Kilgore Kilgore Detect Magic Acid Splash Acid Splash De'Athbypro Die - Round 3LoSSpoiler Hide Assuming no Los... Dahl AME: Double move to M-4. Die: Move: Following 5ft behind envoy to L4, drawing acid flask. Standard: Ready Action. Spoiler Hide Toss acid flask at ground within splash distance of Cinder if Cinder is seen leaving Los, taking a standard action, delaying, or ending turn. Done (Pending Los)Stats Spoiler Hide Die: HP: 14+10T/14 PP: 8/10 Vigor: 19/20 (shared with envoy) Share Paint;Ember ling 1798/1800 Dahl AME: HP: 13+10T/13 AC: 16 (+1 size +2 DEX +3natural) Saves: +1F/+5R/+3W Immune to Fire +5 slam 1d4+1d4fire +Ref11 or catchfire1d4 2/2: ML2 energy ray (fire) 2/2: Psionic Daze (DC 12) 2/2: Mater Agitation losrefsSpoiler Hide spot for DE'Athbypro Die (1d20+12)[23] vs DC 21 DE'Athbypro Die Spoiler Hide you spit cinder hiding in U9 when aflame reaches ~H5 and DE'athbyproxie reaches 5 feet behind him (G6). May revise from here cinder Spoiler Hide an ember ling reaches H5 and DE'athbypro Die enters vision at G6 wow brain fart, LOS established as DE'athbypro die reaches G6, and sees cinder hiding in U9. There is an ember ling in Still De'athbypro Die's turn @Refs:Spoiler Hide Can the elemental see Cinder, or can only Die? Need Los clarification. Originally Posted by Psionic Dog @Refs: Spoiler Hide Can the elemental see Cinder, or can only Die? Need Los clarification. psidogSpoiler Hide I had no idea on its spot modifier can you clarify it? psidogSpoiler Hide as the elemental envoy has the same telepathic link ability that a psi crystal does, I believe that it is aware of anything your main character is aware of. However it cannot spot cinder with its own senses due to a +0 modifier to spot. So in this case, it is aware of cinder being in that spot, but cannot "see" him. Die: Free Whisper. Spoiler Hide "Mumble" Elemental and Elf continue to L5, L4 respectively, and there each readies an action. EmberlingSpoiler Hide Activate Crawling Tattoo if Los gained to Cinder. Despoiler Hide Manifest Vigor immediately after any attack/spell/damaging effect that reduces the temporary HP count of either elf or envoy to '5' or less. DoneStatsSpoiler Hide Die: HP: 14+10T/14 PP: 8/10 Vigor: 19/20 (shared with envoy) Share Paint;Ember ling 1798/1800 Dahl AME: HP: 13+10T/13 AC: 16 (+1 size +2 DEX +3natural) Saves: +1F/+5R/+3W Immune to Fire +5 slam 1d4+1d4fire +Ref11 or catchfire1d4 2/2: ML2 energy ray (fire) 2/2: Psionic Daze (DC 12) 2/2: Mater Agitation no sign of Oxide, an ember ling which I doubted you summoned out of Los given the short duration... Did you exchange your envoy? That doesn't seem kosher to me, mainly because your sheet is quite explicit on the envoy being a Tempest an. But I guess you cleared that point in the Waiting Room beforehand. Anyway, since I got Los on Die and Amber at the same time and both changed position it seems you let them move interchangeably, which doesn't work. You can't go partial move Die→partial move Amber→partial move Die etc., which I suppose you try to keep shared powers active. I've named the ember ling Dahl AME. I had two powers in that stone, and it's been two full rounds out of Los. Still, I'll volunteer this about my character sheet: No changes have been made to it since the start of this thread. I rarely even add in posted pre-match equipment purchases until after a match has been called. According to the waiting room the Elemental Envoy feat, like wild cohort, isn't creature specific in general and could be changed now that elemental envoys and psi crystals have been ruled replaceable. Since then, I've left in the 'Tempest an' description anyway as my favored default, but it truly is no more reliable or irrevocable than the fickle prepared spells list divine casters/wizards frequently include on their sheets. Edit: Uhm, on further review my sheet doesn't claim 'Tempest an' anywhere. The closest is the link in the purchase log where the customary courtesy animal companion/mount stats are often voluntarily added to preemptively answer stat questions about them. The joint movement is rather close to the fuzzy raw line, but I think it's precedent. Or at least, maintaining shared spells so long as both members follow the same movement paths and start/end within the distance appears to be precedent. I'm not sure how long, but I'd bet that druids and wizards with the animal companion familiar replacement variant have been doing so since before my high ref promotion. Anyway, does I figure the elf and elemental aren't alternating taking partial moves: they're moving simultaneously. When Los was established they were each part way through a simultaneous move. That at least won't work. See here Agreed, but on with shared spells... One archive trawl for precedent later...*mumblegroublegrouble*Itsnevera good sign when 90% of your Google precedent search turns up exhibition matches, your own name, or mounted druids.90% of the remaining 10% include feature familiars riding their masters, early endings by DQ or surrender, or prominently feature invalidating rule violations. Most of the remaining 1% are neigh useless for precedent because of abysmal stat block keeping. So far all indications are that my precedent (excluding my own past use) occurred exactly once, maybe twice. While it made an impression, finding the straw-imitating golden needle in the Arena Hay Stack is proving rather difficult. Time to move on. Best case study.2nd best case study. Last time Die personally used tactic. I can't blame you if you appeal any of my 'precedent'(you do a pretty good job of catching me when I drift outside of raw), but if so I'd like a rewind back to the point when power X first unexpectedly fails from envoy separation. High Ref CandycornI'm going to have to side with Thefallenone on this one. The precedents involved are very, very old. Sallera, I believe, was a high ref when the call was made, and it wasn't refuted later. The ruling is 2 years more recent, and seems to have been in place for over a year, after having been directly ruled on in the waiting room. If Smaller wants to reverse her ruling, for purpose of shared spell, that's fine, but otherwise, the only option is to enforce that each character's actions in the arena are discrete, and while one may be delayed, you cannot simultaneously act. The rewind request is sensible, as it does affect the match. Rewind to DE'Athbypro Die, Round 2@De'Athbypro Die:Spoiler Hide Spell fails when you move to C9, breaking conditions for Share Spell, on a spell currently shared between you and your envoy. You may amend from that point. HRM. This suddenly has become a lot harder. Round 2 RevisedLoSSpoiler Hide Die takes a step and realizes his mistake. Die: Continue moving, end at D7 Envoy: Move to E-7 DoneStatsSpoiler Hide Die: HP: 14+10T/14 PP: 8/10 Vigor: 20/20 Share Paint;Ember ling 1799/1800 Dahl AME: HP: 13/13 AC: 16 (+1 size +2 DEX +3natural) Saves: +1F/+5R/+3W Immune to Fire +5 slam 1d4+1d4fire +Ref11 or catchfire1d4 2/2: ML2 energy ray (fire) 2/2: Psionic Daze (DC 12) 2/2: Mater Agitation unless there's a difference noticeable to me no reason to change my turn De'Athbypro Die - Round 3LoSSpoiler Hide Standard: Manifest power on envoy. Spoiler Hide Augmented Vigor Move: Sneak half speed to G-4 Hide - (1d20+7)[10] +8 distance... Cinder might make that. Dahl AME, the ember ling:Move to K-5Standard: Ready Action Spoiler Hide Sic crawling tattoo on Cinder if Cinder spotted. This time no elf comes following the ember ling. The ember ling is holding Oxides' old crossbow, and is holding a tangle foot bag between teeth. Edit: To save time, if you haven't moved then a DC 18 Spot shows:Spoiler Hide before the envoy appeared Die entered Los at E-5? And sneaks half speed to G-4. DoneStatsSpoiler Hide Die: HP: 14+10T/14 PP: 6/10 Vigor: 19/20 Share Paint;Ember ling 1798/1800 Dahl AME: HP: 13+10T/13 AC: 16 (+1 size +2 DEX +3natural) Saves: +1F/+5R/+3W Immune to Fire +5 slam 1d4+1d4fire +Ref11 or catchfire1d4 2/2: ML2 energy ray (fire) 2/2: Psionic Daze (DC 12) 2/2: Mater Agitation Vigor: 20/20 K5... Are you coming from northwest instead from southwest as I assumed? K5 is 35 feet from F9 for cover, or F10 for no Los from U9. Did you miscount? Envoy came from the west. E6 to be precise. The map shading there has terrible contrast, but the '+10' tone curves around to miss that space. I can't tell if E6 is in the '+0' color tone or an intermediate slope color, but +0 and +5ft elevation both have total cover from U9. Incidentally, F9 also has Total-cover from U9 as both 15ft tall pillars extend north of the 9/8 line. Spot - (1d20+3)[19]1234567890 actually, given your locations and the interceding elevation, I don't think we have Los right now. Provided this is true Cinder Turn 3LoSSpoiler Hide shuffle scrolls Cast Energy Resistance (Fire) drop empty scroll in U10 Hide - (1d20+5)[12] doneStatsSpoiler Hide HP 8/8 AC 17(3 DEX, 4 armor), Touch 13, FF 14 Abrupt Jaunt 4/4 Mage Armor please Resist Electricity 99/100 Resist Fire 100/100 Rage claws with 1 Essential Searing Kelgores Searing Kelgores Kilgore Kilgore Detect Magic Acid Splash Acid Splash Huh, I think you're right about Los. De'Athbypro Die - Round 4LoS: Despoiler Hide Move: to N2, full speed sneak. Hide - (1d20+2)[17] -envoy actions happen here-Standard: Ready Action Spoiler Hide Move if Cinder is seen taking a standard action, leaving Los, or ending turn. Los: Dahl AME, the emberlingSpoiler Hide Move to Q5 Standard: Ready Action Spoiler Hide Sic crawling tattoo on Cinder if Cinder ever is in Los. DoneStatsSpoiler Hide Die: HP: 14+10T/14 PP: 6/10 Vigor: 18/20 Share Paint;Ember ling 1797/1800 Dahl AME: HP: 13+10T/13 AC: 16 (+1 size +2 DEX +3natural) Saves: +1F/+5R/+3W Immune to Fire +5 slam 1d4+1d4fire +Ref11 or catchfire1d4 2/2: ML2 energy ray (fire) 2/2: Psionic Daze (DC 12) 2/2: Mater Agitation Vigor: 19/20 do we need a Los check after your turn? Unless Cinder did something crazy, then if no new Los check was required after Cinder's actions probably no new Los check would be required after Die's. Cinder Turn 4LoSSpoiler Hide shuffle scrolls Cast Expeditious retreat drop empty scroll in U10 move to T17 hide - (1d20)[20] doneStatsSpoiler Hide HP 8/8 AC 17(3 DEX, 4 armor), Touch 13, FF 14 Abrupt Jaunt 4/4 Mage Armor please Resist Electricity 98/100 Resist Fire 99/100 Expeditious Retreat 10/10 Rage claws with 1 Essential Searing Kelgores Searing Kelgores Kilgore Kilgore Detect Magic Acid Splash Acid Splash De'Athbypro Die - Round 5LoS to Elf Spoiler Hide Move to T4, attempting stealth. Hide - (1d20+2)[9] (including -5 speed) -Envoys actions happen-If Los, Standard: Ready Spoiler Hide Move if Cinder is seen be elf/envoy: taking a standard action in Love of Die, completing a standard action anywhere, leaving Los, or ending turn. Los to EmberlingSpoiler Hide Move to U7 Standard: Ready Action Spoiler Hide Sic crawling tattoo on Cinder if Cinder ever is in Los. Done*Stats Spoiler Hide Die: HP: 14+10T/14 PP: 6/10 Vigor: 17/20 Share Paint;Ember ling 1796/1800 Dahl AME: HP: 13+10T/13 AC: 16 (+1 size +2 DEX +3natural) Saves: +1F/+5R/+3W Immune to Fire +5 slam 1d4+1d4fire +Ref11 or catchfire1d4 2/2: ML2 energy ray (fire) 2/2: Psionic Daze (DC 12) 2/2: Mater Agitation Vigor: 18/20 *Pending Los. GM Pseudo - doing something for once@RefsSpoiler Hide Cinder Spot Check:(1d20+3)[12] Die Spot Check:(1d20+12)[22] Ember ling Spot Check:(1d20)[17] @CinderSpoiler Hide No Los @XieSpoiler Hide Die sees Cinder sneaking through U15-U16 before he loses Los again during Cinder's round 4 turns. Cinder did not notice you. The Ember ling did not see Cinder. Do you want to take your round 4 ready action? Need confirmation of something from Psionic Dog before proceeding. @RefsSpoiler Hide I can't figure out how Los exists on the vertical dimension, so ready action declined. Die will see that Cinder's gone come round 5 anyway. @PsionicDogSpoiler Hide Vertical dimensions always screw me up. Anyway, definitely no Los after your fifth round actions. Play may continue. Cinder Turn 5LoSSpoiler Hide draw wand of magic missile, hold in right-hand Ready Action Spoiler Hide missile opponent in Love and range that tries to leave Los, ready an action, use a power (including from item and racial), attack or end turn Hide - (1d20+5)[22] doneStatsSpoiler Hide HP 8/8 AC 17(3 DEX, 4 armor), Touch 13, FF 14 Abrupt Jaunt 4/4 Mage Armor please Resist Electricity 97/100 Resist Fire 98/100 Expeditious Retreat 9/10 Rage claws with 1 Essential Searing Kelgores Searing Kelgores Kilgore Kilgore Detect Magic Acid Splash Acid Splash @RefsSpoiler Hide Ok, I'm a little fuzzy on Love/magic rules. I *think* that Love is only required on the casting, and not on the maintaining, of a spell/power. If this proves not to be true, I'm going to need to revise this turn. But, assuming everything is valid... DE'Athbypro Die - Round 6LoS to Elf Spoiler Hide Move to T7, up down the wall to T8, and around the lava to S9. ~40 ft. ~Envoy's 1st action occurs here.~ Move around lava to T-15. All actions attempting to hide as possible: hide - (1d20+2)[13] (including -5 speed) Los to Envoy Spoiler Hide Move to U13. ~Elf finishes turn here.~ Sneak half speed to U-16 Hide - (1d20+6)[13] (+2dex +4 size) Done, pending Los. StatsSpoiler Hide Die: HP: 14+10T/14 PP: 6/10 Vigor: 16/20 Share Paint;Ember ling 1795/1800 Dahl AME: HP: 13+10T/13 AC: 16 (+1 size +2 DEX +3natural) Saves: +1F/+5R/+3W Immune to Fire +5 slam 1d4+1d4fire +Ref11 or catchfire1d4 2/2: ML2 energy ray (fire) 2/2: Psionic Daze (DC 12) 2/2: Mater Agitation Vigor: 17/20 note: waiting on Los Psionic dog:Spoiler Hide Could you clarify what you mean by "around the lava" What paths are these? Also, I believe that that is the general rule. What spell/power are you referring to? Need clarification before Los. @RefsSpoiler Hide around the lava... Basically Die is careful to not step on the lava. Some squares are less than 100% land, so he's 'balancing' only on the not-lava stuff. Since the lava-free ledge is greater than 12" wide, it isn't mechanically balancing, but the point is the same: Die does not step in the lava. Reading back I think the exact path is something like: Move 1: T7->T8->S8 -Sgt;S9 Move 2: S9-> S14 -Sgt;T15 I'm referring to the "Share Pain" power. Psionic Dog:Spoiler Hide share pain would continue Los established when Envoy enters U16. Cinder is in T17. Psionic Dog, you may revise your turn from here. @RefsSpoiler Hide I think I'm out of actions. I can't think of anything else I really can do. He, so much for stealth. No further actions. I think I'll end turn there. Fallen, your go. Readied action triggered when ending turn, use wand of magic missile on envoy[roll=Force damage]1d4+1[roll]Cinder Turn 6another missile[roll=Force damage]1d4+1[roll]tumble to E17, DC 25Tumble - (1d20+5)[7]doneStatsSpoiler Hide HP 8/8 AC 17(3 DEX, 4 armor), Touch 13, FF 14 Abrupt Jaunt 4/4 Mage Armor please Resist Electricity 96/100 Resist Fire 97/100 Expeditious Retreat 8/10 Rage claws with 1 Essential Searing Kelgores Searing Kelgores Kilgore Kilgore Detect Magic Acid Splash Acid Splash oopsiesForce damage - (1d4+1)[2]Force damage - (1d4+1)[3] Wand of magic missile. I'd forgotten about that. De'Athbypro Die - Round 7Dafl AME, the ember ling, moves to P17. Elf:Spoiler Hide Drop power stone. Draw Longbow while moving. Move: UpTheWall walking along the side of the pillar to Q15 and then up to P16. At no time is the envoy more than 30ft away from Die. Die sneaks up the wall to P16. Hide - (1d20+2)[21], including -5 full speed. Swift: Activate Pierce Cloak Standard: shoot Cinder. Attack - (1d20+6)[19](assuming unseen bonus)damage - (1d8)[2]+cloak - (1d6)[6]AME then taps a psionic tattoo, which promptly falls off and scuttles off to end in Cinder's space. DoneStatsSpoiler Hide Die: HP: 14+10T/14 PP: 6/10 Vigor: 15/20 Share Paint;Ember ling 1794/1800 Dahl AME: HP: 13+5T/13 AC: 16 (+1 size +2 DEX +3natural) Saves: +1F/+5R/+3W Immune to Fire +5 slam 1d4+1d4fire +Ref11 or catchfire1d4 2/2: ML2 energy ray (fire) 2/2: Psionic Daze (DC 12) 2/2: Mater Agitation Vigor: 16/20 AOO on tattoo touch - (1d20-2)[11][roll=trip]1d20-1[/roll]Just noticed, the tattoo has no weapons and thus can't threaten to perform Amos... That makes things easier for me never mind the AOO, noticed hands are full (scrolls left, wand right)Cinder Turn 7wand to left hand Swift: use Empowered SpellshardStandard: Searing Kilgore on Follow me now Into the flame Follow your heart Into damnation Fire - (5d6)[9]x1.5, Reflex 15 halves. Ignores resistance, half damage to immune creatures. Move out of Los to D5→E4doneStatsSpoiler Hide HP 0/8 AC 17(3 DEX, 4 armor), Touch 13, FF 14 Abrupt Jaunt 4/4 Mage Armor please Resist Electricity 95/100 Resist Fire 96/100 Expeditious Retreat 7/10 Rage claws with 1 Essential Empowered Spell shard 2/3 Searing Kelgores Searing Kelgores Kilgore Kilgore Detect Magic Acid Splash Acid Splash ... crap Actually, I think the tattoo does threaten. Page 139 player handbook: a creature delivering a touch attack spell count as 'armed.' As far as I can tell, the tattoo either has a natural touch-attack weapon, or it has a touch-attack power. Either way it should still be 'armed' and threaten its own space. Edit:Traveling. Essays. I need a day or two extension. Let's see... AoO - (1d20+11)[14]Nonlethal - (1d4)[2](or+9 if the envoy's effective manifested level doesn't count)Reflex - (1d20+3)[16] If Cinder is still moving...@spectatorsSpoiler Hide 9*1.5= 13 * 0.5=6, split 3/3. How many of you have ever played The Legend of Spiro: Dan of the Dragon? You know how the two dragons are magically chained a half-screen width apart? It's hard to miss when playing with a friend in co-op mode, when one of you is straining feebly to reach object while your friend is trying to bash enemy in the opposite direction. I wonder what made me remember that. Maybe it because Die is leashed to his pet fire elemental on pain of hot death, when I really wish I could send them in opposite directions to flank Cinder. Oh, well. DE'Athbypro Die - Round 8Mr. Tattoo, if it didn't connect last turn, charges Cinder. Attack - (1d20+13)[27](or maybe just +11)NL DMG - (1d4)[4]Los to Elf Spoiler Hide Move down the wall to M16. Hide - (1d20+2)[11] (including speed penalty) ~envoy's actions occur~ Standard: Ready Action Spoiler Hide Move if either elf or envoy detect: unidentified speech, Cinder Casting, Cinder readying an action, or Cinder ending turn. The envoy sneaks over to G17Hide - (1d20+2)[4](including speed penalty.) DoneStatsSpoiler Hide Die: HP: 14+7T/14 PP: 6/10 Vigor: 14/20 Share Paint;Ember ling 1793/1800 Dahl AME: HP: 13+2T/13 AC: 16 (+1 size +2 DEX +3natural) Saves: +1F/+5R/+3W Immune to Fire +5 slam 1d4+1d4fire +Ref11 or catchfire1d4 2/2: ML2 energy ray (fire) 2/2: Psionic Daze (DC 12) 2/2: Mater Agitation Vigor: 15/20 actually, with the tattoo unexpectedly able to perform Amos I request a do-over. Provoking a nonlethal damage AOO when down to 0 HP and unable to Jaunt (used swift on Spell shard) is downright suicidal. Fair enough. Cinder Turn 7 Mk 2Standard: Magic Missile from wand on Die(1d4+1)[5]Swift and Move: jaunt 2 squares north, then move to F4 out of LoS (soft fall autosucceed)Spoiler Hide end at F2 doneStatsSpoiler Hide HP 0/8 AC 17(3 DEX, 4 armor), Touch 13, FF 14 Abrupt Jaunt 3/4 Mage Armor please Resist Electricity 95/100 Resist Fire 96/100 Expeditious Retreat 7/10 Rage claws with 1 Essential Empowered Spell shard 3/3 Searing Kelgores Searing Kelgores Kilgore Kilgore Detect Magic Acid Splash Acid Splash Expeditious Retreat has to be one of the best utility Arena spells, ever. De'Athbypro Die - Round 8.2Mr. Tattoo:Shuttles 60ft to where it last saw the target (F5)This ElfLoSSpoiler Hide Passive Spot - (1d20+12)[18] Move down the wall along the north side of the pillar and then across to L15, switching to from hustling along the wall to the floor once past the magma. ~envoy action 1~ Move: East, along the wall when possible, to G15, north to G14, and down the wall to the ground all subtle like. Hide - (1d20+2)[4] (including speed penalty) ~envoy action 2~ That ElementalLoSSpoiler Hide Move to J17. Move to E15. DoneStatsSpoiler Hide Die: HP: 14+7T/14 PP: 6/10 Vigor: 14/20 Share Paint;Ember ling 1793/1800 Dahl AME: HP: 13+2T/13 AC: 16 (+1 size +2 DEX +3natural) Saves: +1F/+5R/+3W Immune to Fire +5 slam 1d4+1d4fire +Ref11 or catchfire1d4 2/2: ML2 energy ray (fire) 2/2: Psionic Daze (DC 12) 2/2: Mater Agitation Vigor: 15/20 Cinder Turn 8LoSSpoiler Hide wand to left hand draw potion drink, drop vial Hide - (1d20+5)[13] doneStatsSpoiler Hide HP 8/8 AC 17(3 DEX, 4 armor), Touch 13, FF 14 Abrupt Jaunt 3/4 Mage Armor please Resist Electricity 94/100 Resist Fire 95/100 Expeditious Retreat 6/10 Rage claws with 1 Essential Empowered Spell shard 3/3 Searing Kelgores Searing Kelgores Kilgore Kilgore Detect Magic Acid Splash Acid Splash Interstate travel and daylight savings happened. Turn coming tomorrow when Mr. Brain isn't mush. DE'Athbypro Die - Round 9Mr. Atomic Mr. Tattoo has (had) Los to Cinder, it moves 30ft toward her or her last known location. If it can, it attacks. If not, it moves another 30ft toward her. Attack role if needed Spoiler Hide Attack - (1d20+11)[19] (+9?) Nonlethal - (1d4)[1] If it doesn't have/didn't regain Los it instead holds position, twitching in confusion. I'll also need to revise turn if this is true, since I'm assuming it moves. LoS to Die:Spoiler Hide After envoy moves, sneak full speed to G8 by way of F9: drawing his long sword as part of movement. Hide - (1d20+2)[22] Standard: Ready Action Spoiler Hide Move if Cinder ends turn, takes a standard action in Los of Die, leaves Los of the ember ling, or takes any action that could provoke an AOO within a 35 ft movement path of Die. Los to Dahl AME:Spoiler Hide Move to E9. Standard: Ready Action: Spoiler Hide Move if Die's ready action triggers DoneStatsSpoiler Hide Die: HP: 14+7T/14 PP: 6/10 Vigor: 13/20 Share Paint;Ember ling 1792/1800 Dahl AME: HP: 13+2T/13 AC: 16 (+1 size +2 DEX +3natural) Saves: +1F/+5R/+3W Immune to Fire +5 slam 1d4+1d4fire +Ref11 or catchfire1d4 2/2: ML2 energy ray (fire) 2/2: Psionic Daze (DC 12) 2/2: Mater Agitation Vigor: 14/20 Cinder Turn 9LoSSpoiler Hide take the tattoo's attack draw FH potion, drink it, drop vial Swift: Blockade from scroll in E2 Hide - (1d20+5)[12] doneStatsSpoiler Hide HP 8/8 AC 17(3 DEX, 4 armor), Touch 13, FF 14 Abrupt Jaunt 3/4 Mage Armor please Resist Electricity 93/100 Resist Fire 94/100 Expeditious Retreat 5/10 Rage claws with 1 Essential Empowered Spell shard 3/3 Searing Kelgores Searing Kelgores Kilgore Kilgore Detect Magic Acid Splash Acid Splash De'Athbypro Die - Round 10LoS to Dahl AME:Spoiler Hide Move to D-4. Does the envoy see Cinder or the Tattoo? Need Los to continue. Ref CandycornBeginning LOS check. Bear with me, as I have to validate about 4 rounds of actions.EDIT:@Thefallenone:Spoiler Hide In post 53, you have "Soft fall autosucceed". Reviewing your jump and tumble skills, neither is sufficient to reach the DC 15 required automatically. How are you getting this autosucceed? Awaiting answer prior to LOS. CC Spoiler Hide Expeditious Retreat, +12 misc Ref CandycornRefs:Spoiler Hide Ember ling Spot: (1d20)[19] @Thefallenone:Spoiler Hide Got it. Running through the rest of it now. LOS established as Dahl AME enters D5. Cinder is in F2. There is a large block of wood in E2, measuring 5 feet on all sides. Play continues, with DE'Athbypro Die's turn. Okay... Dafl Standard: Test Cinder for flexibility. Touch Attack - (1d20+5)[8]fire - (2d6+2)[13]Die: Move up the walls and across to G2. Free: drop long sword. Swift: Activate Pierce Cloak Standard: Shoot Cinder with longbow, blunt arrow Attack - (1d20+4)[11]non lethal - (1d8)[5]+(1d6)[3]DonestatsSpoiler Hide Die: HP: 14+7T/14 PP: 6/10 Vigor: 12/20 Share Paint;Ember ling 1791/1800 Dahl AME: HP: 13+2T/13 AC: 16 (+1 size +2 DEX +3natural) Saves: +1F/+5R/+3W Immune to Fire +5 slam 1d4+1d4fire +Ref11 or catchfire1d4 2/2: ML2 energy ray (fire) 2/2: Psionic Daze (DC 12) 2/2: Mater Agitation Vigor: 13/20 test unsuccessful for lack of hitting FYI ANTE made it, reached level 2 and is in the Round finale Cinder Turn 10Swift: Empowered SpellshardStandard:Ehrlich is we Schwerin Kenny, com Fewer was den Last verbena, Ehrlich was granite Kind, MIT Fewer was com Eben Trent, an passer Schwa, FEWER FREE! Fire - (5d6)[18]x1,5. Reflex 15 halves Ignores resistances, half damage to immune creatures Move to C3→B4→B6→F11doneStatsSpoiler Hide HP 8/8 AC 17(3 DEX, 4 armor), Touch 13, FF 14 Abrupt Jaunt 3/4 Mage Armor please Resist Electricity 92/100 Resist Fire 93/100 Expeditious Retreat 4/10 Rage claws with 1 Essential Empowered Spell shard 2/3 Searing Kelgores Searing Kelgores Kilgore Kilgore Detect Magic Acid Splash Acid Splash oh btw I don't know whether the Share Pain damage is split before or after the save is rolled, so please make that decision before rolling. Damage isn't taken until after the save, so it'd be split after as well. Edit: Wait... who was that targeting again? I don't think there is Los/Love between G2 and F11 along the vertical axis, what with the row-7 ledge. Original postSpoiler Hide reflex - (1d20+3)[14] Lets see what that does before plotting turn... ah, sorry. Die obviously, otherwise the mention of Share Pain would make no sense as the link only works one way and Dahl Islam can't use the power. Also, the spell was before the movement Ok... usually I'm better at this reading comprehension stuff. Congrats on leveling ANTE. Turn coming shortly. DE'Athbypro Die - Round 11LoS to Elf Spoiler Hide Sneak half speed to G6. Hide - (1d20+7)[24] Standard: Ready Action Spoiler Hide Shoot Cinder if cinder starts to move more than 50ft away, casts a spell while not in melee with the envoy, starts to move out of Los, or ends turn. Ember ling:Free: juggle items. Tangle foot bag from teeth to hand, crossbow from hand to teeth, one hand left free. Move: to E10. Standard: Ready Action Spoiler Hide Toss Tangle foot bag at Cinder if Cinder casts anything or is ever moving outside of melee reach of the envoy. DoneStatsSpoiler Hide Die: HP: 7/14 PP: 6/10 Share Paint;Ember ling 1791/1800 Dahl AME: HP: 2/13 AC: 16 (+1 size +2 DEX +3natural) Saves: +1F/+5R/+3W Immune to Fire +5 slam 1d4+1d4fire +Ref11 or catchfire1d4 2/2: ML2 energy ray (fire) 1/2: Psionic Daze (DC 12) 2/2: Mater Agitation Cinder Turn 11Move Action: tumble to G17(1d20+5)[20]DC 15awaiting possible results of AOO and readied before continuing Readied actions trigger at different times. Envoy: (triggered when Cider is outside of melee reach)Toss tangle foot bag at Cinder. Touch Attack - (1d20+3)[10](-2 range)duration - (2d4)[6]DC 15 reflex or be glued. Elf: Triggered when Cinder starts to leave Los or 1st range increment. (F13? F14? Die is in G6)Shoot Cinder from Hiding Attack - (1d20+6)[16](including +2 unseen), blunt arrowNonLeathal - (1d8)[4]Edit: Wasn't thinking, again. Yes, readied actions both triggered. Huh. I was absolutely sure you'd re-Vigor considering how crispy Die is. I assume Die had a Hide roll impossible for me to beat since you didn't ask for a Spot? If I saw it coming there'd've been a Jaunt. I think leaving for F14 should trigger the condition Move back to F13 for Swift: Empowered SpellshardStandard:Your waning desires brought to fire where your withering life has been mourned For a thousand years, where the pain blend with ire and the night inflames us both I can feel the flames the fire lick me in vain My life can't be regained not now, nor then, nor ever again We cross our feeble hearts the day our souls depart Life move in the strangest ways We died somewhat, somehow in every day Fire of course - (5d6)[21]x1.5 on Die. Ignores resistances, half damage to immune creaturesdoneStatsSpoiler Hide HP 8/8 4 nonlethal AC 17(3 DEX, 4 armor), Touch 13, FF 14 Abrupt Jaunt 3/4 Mage Armor please Resist Electricity 91/100 Resist Fire 92/100 Expeditious Retreat 3/10 Rage claws with 1 Essential Empowered Spell shard 1/3 Searing Kelgores Searing Kelgores Kilgore Kilgore Detect Magic Acid Splash Acid Splash 24 hide roll.Let's see... 21x1.5 = 31, 15 if Die saves, 8 after sharing. Nope, the elf can't survive that. Yah, it was an unnecessarily risky gamble shooting at Cinder rather than retiring, but after nearly 6-months in a single match I really wasn't interested in chasing you around the arena a few more times. Well, admittedly Die doesn't have the same chasing prowess Sturdier had That envoy switch really got me... (I spent a turn casting Resist Electricity, what a waste) Could have ended badly with different rolls in one or two places. High Ref SalleraCinder takes victory by virtue of good taste in music. Seriously, early Siberia needs more love. Ah, wasn't aware you know their older stuff. Saw them on stage Summer breeze 2004; never seen a girl headband like that Pity they had trouble sticking with a singer in the beginning. Ooh, that must have been a nice concert. I don't listen to anything of theirs from later than 2004; Leland seems to have that one style he's perfect at, but everything else he's tried has fallen a bit flat. Certainly was, lots of good bands that year at the festival. Hm, The Other Side from the next album is enjoyable I think, though yeah, it's just not the same anymore. Sometimes it's a real pity when a band's style has reached the sweet spot perfectly matching your tastes, but then develops in another direction.

Arena Tournament, Round 102_ Cinder vs. De'Athbypro Xie|rating:3.0

The Barren Wastelands (IC)

You 4 are all acquaintances one way or another. You may not actually be friends yet, but you've been around each other enough to have at least a surface level of trust with each other. That is, you expect not to get backstabbed by the others unless it's for a perfect reason or if the pay was perfect. You've mostly seen each other in Doc's clinic, where each of you have come in on various occasions thanks to the violent nature of the Barrens. Today you sit around one of the tables (Doc claims that it's an operating table but the rest of you swear that it has seen more use as a card table) because Doc has received a talent-search 'trip mail in his anonymous Dropbox. Apparently the Red Hot Nukes gang is looking for local talent to do some reconnaissance and possibly data-retrieval from another gang. They want a team of at least 4 people who can work together well and trust each other. For those that don't know, the Red Hot Nukes are a Gang of Dwarfs - i.e. dwarves adepts - that calls the Redmond-Barrens in Seattle its turf. Their colors are red and gray, their symbol is a mushroom cloud and they always wear baseball caps. They are led by a dwarves adept, a former shadow runner, called Grinder, who has strong anti-corporate feelings and sees himself as a neo-anarchist. They excel in explosives and use self constructed bombs as a tool for extortion of protection money or for destroying buildings in order to help locals to commit insurance fraud. The pay promised seems decent, and you all are low on credits to be sure. Feel free to discuss your options as you wait for further information on the initial meeting location.(IOC thread: Mouse sits slouched in one of the rickety chairs, soft brown eyes unfocused and mind drifting. His hair is an untidy sprawl, and his jacket is battered and more than a little worn around the edges, giving him the appearance of a vagabond drifter... just like so many others in the Barrens. Only a keen eye would note the way his gaze occasionally sharpened and flickered between his companions, or the practiced grace in even the most relaxed posture he adopted. One day, he hoped to be good enough to fool even the keenest of gazes... but for now, he'd settle for just being unremarkable." So. The Nukes." he says quietly. Mouse was always quiet, always low-key. It was a survival mechanism as much as anything else. "Anyone done a job for them before?" Doc box served up four beers on coasters. The stocky dwarf clambered onto a wooden box that looked to small for him. He'd offered all his best chairs to the guests. He was trying to look tough, but he looked really awkward perched on his improvised seat." Nope, most gangs don't last long enough, they must be a new group." Gangers came and went in the barrens. One minute it was the Big Bang squad and the next it was the Red Hot Nukes. They generally found themselves in a ditch bleeding out or on the corner frying their brains on some new narcotic." I could use the money though. There's no money in healing these summers." Docbox didn't charge much for his services. Of course, it was a case by case basis. He'd fix up a kid with a fever for free. A danger with a heart only for credits would owe him an arm and a leg. (Those of you with at least one rank in the knowledge skill Seattle Gangs can roll it to remember more about the Red Hot Nukes. Oh, Bottom forgot to do Knowledge Skills for Rover I think. He should do them quickly.) ET’This sits uncomfortably on the chair Doc box has offered him. He was unused to sitting on anything but the dojo floor, but he didn’t want to seem ungrateful since Doc box had invited him to work this run. It was an odd lot that was arrayed before him, maybe not the typical group of runners, but who knew for sure. He had rarely been in the company of more than a couple of the dojo members or Carlos in all the runs he had gone one before…. ET’This winced, thinking about his life at the dojo was still painful.“I don’t know much about gangers, ‘kept if you see more than two slags dressed the same it’s best you blend in as you pass by.” He looks intently at Rover. He knew he had power, but he didn’t know much about it beyond that. Furthermore, he had to know if Rover ever used spirits, and if so what kind. Furthermore, he knew none of the local city spirits would much like the whammy if Et'This ran with him.“Hey Hummer,” ET’This looked at Rover,“you ever call spirits in your work. I only ask cause some of the locals don’t feel too friendly about me.” The kid, barely turned 18, sat down next to Mouse. He wore a fancy dress shirt underneath an inappropriate padded jacket. It complimented the even more out-of-place laser-red eyes he looked out of. The Zen was still in full effect, making him feel afloat, asleep, elsewhere. Rover leaned back on his chair and looked down into the beer he was drinking. He was used to cheap alcopops and their bubbles going every which way. But even with this beer he could still see the fizz growing, expanding, popping. So… slowly. He thought of the last time he held a proper beer... then the time before that… then the time before that… then… He snapped out of the experience when ET’This addressed him.” Ah… er… Always got some on call. What you mean by the local ones?” ((Seattle Street Gangs Check:))Spoiler Hide Intuition 3 + Seattle Street Gangs 2: (5d6)[4][6][4][2][4](20) Rover knows... Spoiler Hide ...that the Nukes have lasted longer than your typical gang in the area. That alone is impressive in this extremely lawless land. Mouse knows in addition to what Rover knows... Spoiler Hide ...that the Nukes are known for hating most other gangs, and are usually pretty violent about it. However, the Nukes also see themselves as sometimes-protector of the down-trodden folk against the corporate hegemony and the other (in their eyes) exploitative gangs in the area. So, on occasion, the Nukes *have* aided poor folks in need in the Barrens. Sometimes fighting away menacing rival gangs. Sometimes by helping perpetrate insurance fraud via blowing stuff up. Still, they do their share of damage to the Barrens as well, physical and otherwise. Another message appears in Doc's Dropbox. A location and a time are there. Time: an hour from now. Place: in a section of the sewers. So, to go and listen to this job or not, knowing what Mouse and Rover knows about the gang? Assuming they share the intel of course. Doc box shook his head and deliberately neglected to place a beer in front of Rover. He didn't need the alcohol in his system. Doc box didn't like junkies. Especially when they had a gift as valuable as magic. Doc box would have said something if the others weren't in the room. He didn't want to risk embarrassing Rover. He also had a stern belief in doctor, patient trust." What was I thinking inviting him?" Docbox thought. He realized that the money from this job would just support Rover's addiction. He shifted uncomfortably on his makeshift chair. A fleeting moment of paranoia crossed his mind. He wasn't sure if Rover could read minds, but it worried him a little. He instead decided to focus on the task at hand." There is one thing I like about this job. It doesn't ask us to kill people. It's just grabbing some data and getting out. I could Nero-stun the place, and we could be home in time for tea." Docbox stood up and searched around for his med kit. He wanted to make sure it was fully stocked and ready to go." Does anyone have a problem going in clean? I realize that it might not sound fair, but these so-called "gangsters" might have families who need them. At least while they're alive they have a chance to change or improve their situation." In truth Doc box wasn't incredibly optimistic about the chance of that happening, regardless, Doc box didn't want to take away someone's chance at life. He believed in second chances and maybe when four people come in and wipe the floor with their entire gang, some might rethink their life. Spoiler Hide What about the opposing gang? Can we get some information about them? Doc box is going to use intuition + organleggers to see if any of them are connected to organ legging. If they are, it might help Doc box feel better if he has to kill one. (5d6)[4][6][1][2][6](19) Mouse shakes his head. "Why would I mind? I don't kill people. Not my job. Kill a man, and the next week you'll find his buddies kicking down the door trying to return the favor. Not worth it." He cricks his neck. "Still, I'm good with at least seeing what these guys want. The Nukes are white hats, or they see themselves that way at least. Real big on protecting the little folk. Kinda odd to set a meet in the sewer, but it's their Nguyen, so they get to set the rules. Might as well see what precisely they're offering." “Many of the spirits in the barrens, ‘specially those that float around in the astral close to where people are livin’, are Spirits of Man.” ET’This speaks softly but distinctly as he addresses Rover’s question.“Ever since I come to the Barrens 7 years ago, the local Spirits of Man have been messin’ wit me. If I’m with you, and you call them, they likely won’t help you, in fact they may frag things for us.” ET’This stands up and grabs this chair, he moves it in front of Rover sits down on it and says,“Take a look at my Aura many, it glows like a beacon. My…” Et’This stops speaking and clears this throat,“My master figured my Aura offends them somehow.” Spoiler Hide Doc box doesn't know anything about that because the job description doesn't include the name of the target gang. They're keeping that info sealed until you meet with them. "I don't know how much luck you'll have talking to him in that state. He's had a, um... Long day. Rover doesn't deal much with human stuff. That bugger turned up on my doorstep shaped as a dog of all things." Docbox finished his beer and dropped the bottle in the bin. Doc box checked his schedule for any appointments. It was a pretty quiet day. Other than an expecting young couple, he didn't have anything. It was only a routine check up anyway. He could easily get it done fairly quickly." I say we meet this "Grinder" and see what he wants. I'm free today anyway." Docbox began gathering his equipment. “Man spirits… Spirits of Man… A spirit that is Man…” Rover thought of these man-spirits. At that moment, were they not all spirits of man, together? Did they have no spirits? The words and the world seemed to blend together, just ever so slightly.“Yes! I have known many such spirits. I talk to them frequently. They’re great for talking. Talk… They have much to say. What does your spirit say?” Rover tried assessing Et’This’s aura. Something seemed… off about it.“What’s your scar, hey? Don’t matter. Just talk with them, they’ll listen.” He’d have to take a better look at it some other time.“Great for movies too!” He’d often watch movies with the spirits, but they didn’t know that, nor did he explain; his train of thought was way off. Spirits of Man were the easiest spirits Rover ever came by. Instead of the wise, all-seeing inspirations of humanity the tries depicted, he seemed to always evoke and befriend things that looked almost ripped straight out of the movies. He had two standing by even now, far off, one of which looked like the 1990s Robocop. Rover watched too many old movies.“Ever smoked with one? They can’t really smoke, but they like to pretend. ‘Cept with those air spirit friends… they don’t like the smoke so much.” Rover laughed. He managed to keep his smile and laughter even through Doc box’s comment about him. He’d just had a little Zen to take the edge off the day. It actually helped him focus when the time came for it. Doc took his habits way too seriously after he had had wandered in one day looking ten kinds of dead and eleven kinds of high.“Don’t listen to Doc box too much, I’m still here... mostly. Your spirit might be scarred…” He looked from ET’This to Doc box.“But at least it ain’t aged like this one’s.” He finally gave some input on the situation.“Led do it. Need the yen.” “So Hummer,” ET’This gets up from his chair,“up to you if you want to use them with me around, NEH?” Grabbing his backpack the Elf looks around the group, “So yeah, might as well go to the meet. How we do this? Scout it out first? Go in like we own the place? Figure Rover and Doc’ hang back a bit while Mouse and I head in first?” ET’This reaches into his armored vest and takes out a pair of ear buds.“How about come, you all got something? We should get on the same freq.” Doc box's face went a little red. He'd saved Rover's life, and now he was commenting on how old he looked. Doc box was only young, but his face looked aged. It was due to a life of study and constant conflict. Needless to say he was rather sensitive about his prematurely gray hair and his smile lines." Yeah, I have my Remake." He showed ET'This his comm link. After they chose a frequency and were set up. Doc box wandered around the shop, complaining under his breath. Fortunately most of his things were all in one place. So he sat in the corner grumbling. Doc box was a very surly man. He was typically nice and good-natured, but when he was in a bad mood it was hard to get him out of it. "Yeah, I got comms." Mouse says, adjusting it to properly link up with the others. A few moments later, he moved over to speak with Doc box, keeping his voice low and making sure it didn't carry." Level with me here, doc. The spirit-talker, is he... well, right in the head? I appreciate confidentiality and all, but if he breaks down in the middle of the run..." "He should be okay. He's pretty good at magic and if he's in the right "mood" he'll be pretty focused." It really depended on what drugs he was taking. Though Doc box didn't want to get that specific. He assumed that Mouse would get the gist of things. Doc box grabbed what looked like a stress ball and began squeezing it pretty hard. He always got like this before arranging a run. The whole process really stressed him out." Let me know when you guys are ready to go. I need to lock up before we leave." (Ready to go yet? You guys need to decide on how to approach the meetup in the sewers, unless you all just want to walk in together in one, big vulnerable group.) Mouse nods to ET'This. "All right. We go in first, take a look around, buzz the others in if it looks clear? I figure we got the best chance of scampering if things go ass up." Assuming the elf agrees, the group proceeds as planned, with the two stealthier people going first. The two of you see some inconspicuous dwarves hanging around near the entrance to the sewer meeting place. The look alert, but without malice. Well, without more malice than what is usual for being in the Barrens. Do the two of you want to try to sneak past the guards and go scope out the meeting place personally, or do you just want to say hi to the guards? Mouse studies the dwarves for a moment, then glances at ET'This. A quick hand gesture indicates that the elf should stay back for now - always good to have armed backup the other side doesn't know about, and he'll trust his running mate to work out the best way to go about providing that backup if necessary. Then, keeping his hands loosely by his sides, palms facing forwards - see, no weapons here, nothing hostile to get an itchy trigger-finger over - he steps out and walks towards the guards." Evenin', lads. Here to see a dwarf about a job." he says easily once he's close enough to be heard without needing to shout. No raised voices, no posturing or immensely suspicious language - just polite, professional and non-offensive. Hey, a man had to have a style... Doc box watched mouse quietly from afar. He loaded his shotgun with some stick n shock. He didn't want to take any risks with this gang. Furthermore, he looked towards Rover and waved his hand in front of his face." Are you home, Hummer." He really hoped Rover was ready for action. Spoiler Hide IOC: Doc box is going to rush out there and open fire if there's an attack. Rover had taken some more Zen shortly before the meet, this time in pill form. The 2070s saw convenience in not just cyberware, bioware, the Matrix, and other such wonders, but also in the venues that drugs existed in. They were available in capsules, liquids, slap-patches, and whatever the **** else one wanted them in. Docbox's fingers merged into each other, at times appearing as one, other times diverging and appearing as 10. Rover focused on them, marveled. A welcome distraction from the way the shadows of the sewer seemed at times ready to devour him. He hated sewers, and had seen far too many during his dealings with his 'teacher,' Seth. Logic, and a little voice at the back of his head, told him he should have dosed himself up with Cram and Jazz as well. Get that little extra bit of speed in case the meet went sour. But for the moment he was content to just be, for death and danger seemed a foreign concept to his distracted mind. He continued staring at Doc box's hand far after Doc box had removed it from gesture." Course I'm here. Where else would I be? Spirits here, too. You here?" He set the safety off his Predator and gripped it firmly in his hands. Not that he could hit anything off the broadside of a barn without the use of his smart link while sustaining his spells. Spoiler Hide IOC: Rover stands ready to follow Doc box if there's gunfire. He loads gel rounds into his pistol. "Why do I get stuck with the addict." Docbox thought. He'd never seen Rover in action. He only invited him for his knowledge of magic. Doc box had severe misgivings about Rover. He turned his attentions to the task at hand. He kept his eye on the guard. Furthermore, he was ready for any movements. Furthermore, he was also trying to think of things to say if he was noticed. ET'This waits a dozen yards behind Mouse. Taking his Que from the face he turns his hands out hopefully in a non-threatening manner. Of course, it was his hands they needed to fear, but no reason to let on. He tabs his come to Doc box,"Doc, you and Rover in place? Can you see Mouse from there?" Spoiler Hide Perception: (6d6)[20] Scanning to see if I can detect if someone is standing overwatch for the Dwarfs. Assessing : (7d6)[24] Checking the astral to see if there are any Spirits of Man about who might cause trouble. Spoiler Hide Oops Perception: (6d6)[6][1][6][4][2][2](21) Assessing: (7d6)[4][4][2][3][1][6][1](21) Spoiler Hide IOC: If Rover can see Mouse or ET'This, he splits up his counterspelling of 2 (1 for each). If he can only see 1, he applies all dice towards that target. If it's too dark, he cycles his cybereyes to low-light or infrared as needed. If it's too far but in sight, he zooms in with vision magnification. The 3 dwarves guards look at the two of you, apparently not very impressed." We were told to expect the 4 of yer. How come there's only 2 now? They run away? Our boss don't want to hire no stinkin' COWARDS for his job." The guards have not raised their weapons. ET'This can see no other guards and sense no spirits nearby. Rover can see all of his allies for now. "Oh, there's more than just us." Mouse says calmly. "But your boss is a dangerous person, and not one we've worked with before. So maybe you understand why I keep my backup out of sight, just in case this thing turns out not to be on the level and I need rescuing or something." "Ch...maybe this team won't be as stupid as the last group of sorry admits after all. Tell them to come out and we'll get the meeting started. The boss is waiting." He still doesn't sound too impressed, but at least he's inviting you all in. With the very faintest of smiles, Mouse raises one hand to his ear and activates his comms to the rest of the team. "You heard him, folks. Seems legit." Rover scratched at the tiny sub-vocal microphone strapped to his throat. He hated wearing that thing. He activated it for a second to interact with the comms." All right." He holstered his Predator and readied himself to follow Doc box to the guards and then to the meet. ET'This gives a quick acknowledgement of the all clear and moves up to the guards and Mouse. He takes a quick moment on the walk-up to center himself, he intones his ritual under his breath."' Lo." He nods to the Dwarfs, and takes a position off Mouse’s left shoulder. "I'm coming Hummer. Hold yer horses." Docbox came out from cover with his shotgun in hand. He didn't want to alarm the guards. He stepped up to the group." I'm only loaded with Stick n Shock. I won't kill you even if is a trap." Docbox showed the guards his clip. It was clearly Stick n Shock. He wanted to make his intentions clear. He didn't want to go in without his shotgun. The dwarves check the shotgun and eye all of your weapons carefully before leading you down the man-hole into the sewers. You end up someplace dark, where a non-modified human eye wouldn't be able to see much, but dwarves eyes and cyber-enhanced eyes might see just fine. Standing before you, flanked by a few more guards is bald dwarf wearing a trench coat of some sort. From what Mouse knows, it doesn't appear to match the description of the leader of the Nukes. Maybe it is a lieutenant of some sort giving the job? He speaks up,"So, who do I have the pleasure of hirin' today? You do this job right, and you could be protectin' the community from the SCUM of the world." "The name is Doc box, and I'm all for protecting people, but you'll need to be specific about this so-called scum." Docbox had never met an entire gang of dwarves. The concept was kind of bizarre." This group of yours. Why is it entirely made up of dwarves?" Docbox tightened the grip on his shotgun. This whole thing was starting to make him nervous. He just wanted to go home. "Name's Mouse. And it's always nice when the job falls on the positive side of the old karma scale." the thief says warily, sizing their potential employer up. He glances at Doc box. "Doc, chill. You look like you're about to freak out." "Name's Rover. I'll be slinging spells." Rover stayed quiet to allow the others to speak. Spoiler Hide The elf has not actually given his name yet. If he wishes to stay silent, he can, but the dwarf did ask for names. Refusing to answer can be a way to strategically insult people...if you want to insult them. ET'This shifts uneasily to the balls of his feet as the Dwarf in the trench coat asks their names. He had never been asked to give it in the runs he made for his master or with Carlos. His master had told him that names held power so don't be too free with giving it out. Besides, he'd always been careful with it for fear of any word of him making it back to the Air'He shifts his eyes around the room, hoping that his silence will be taken as watchfulness. The lieutenant snorts as the elf seems to give him the cold shoulder." Be careful who you disrespect, boy. We Nukes don't tolerate ATTITUDE without the RESULTS ta back it up, understand? Now, onto business. Word is that a new gang called the Alphas has recently muscled their way into the Barrens, taking over a seedy bar/club, calling it "Top Dog" or something. I know, I know, clichéd, ain't it? We worry that these Alphas are bad news for the Barrens. You guys know anything about the Alphas first?" Doc box decided he didn't like these people. They ignored his question and talked as though he didn't exist. He whispered to ET'This." You need an alias Hummer. Do you think my real name is Doc box?" Of all the people here Doc box was the least familiar with ET'This. He liked him the most though. He wasn't as unstable as Rover or as shifty as mouse. Furthermore, he also had similar values and appreciated the value of life. "The 'Alphas'? Could swear we get half a dozen gangs with names like that through here every year. As for this lot..." Spoiler Hide Int+Knowledge (Seattle Gangs): (7d6)[1][1][2][2][3][5][3](17) 1 six A blush passes over ET’This’s face when the Dwarf rebukes him, then hearing Doc box’s suggestion he nods his head and, stammering a little, says,“I a-a-apologize, I meant no disrespect. I am unused to meets like this, in the past I have been given instructions directly on what I must do, and then I go and do it.” Et’This gives a small bow as a sign of respect.“I am…., Peace Runner.” Drek, did I just say that? Probably worse than if I said nothing. ET’This blushes for a second time as he considers his new handle. The dwarf does NOT look impressed by the moniker 'Peace Runner' and his face shows as such. Mouse doesn't know much, but he heard rumors that the Alphas didn't take over the establishment the traditional way (that is, by killing the previous owners). They instead *bought* the place. This is highly unusual in the Barrens, especially for gangs. Alphas... Rover recalled the movies he had seen on the subject... alpha wolves, alpha dogs, the leader of the pack, the first... A partial obsession of his, given his tendency to take animal forms. Spoiler Hide Alphas knowledge check Intuition 3 + Seattle Street Gangs 2 = (5d6)[3][2][6][2][4](17) Rover has heard similar rumors to what Mouse has heard. "So what did this gang do to justify your wrath, other than being a different gang?" Docbox's simplification of the stupidity behind gang violence was intended as insult. He often had to tend to people who got caught in the crossfire of these gang wars. Not all of them made it. Doc box saw gang warfare as petty and wasteful." Can we do this mission without killing? Please, tell us what needs to be done." Docbox was fairly sure this gang thought he was a joke. They most of done their research though. They contacted him after all. Mouse pinches the bridge of his nose in visible irritation and 'trying-to-suppress-a-headache'." The Alphas... can't say I'm too familiar with them. They only really popped up on the radar because they bought their base, rather than just take it over with guns. Kinda odd, 'specially around here." He looks up again. "Anyway. The job. Memo said something about a data-grab?" Taking a drag of his cigar (which is also kind of weird, given that this IS the 2070s and not the year 2000 anymore, and also since the Nukes work with explosives so much) and then answers,"Yep. Now I don't know 'bout you, but *I* certainly can't afford to just go out and *buy* a big place like that. Heck, not even if 20 of us pooled our resources. We Nuke figure that the only way that a gang can have that kinda Nguyen is to have backers. And backers means outside interference by people with money. Maybe a corp looking to gobble this up by killing all the gangs not under their control. We can't have those fascist corp BASTARDS have their way if this is true. So, what we need to do first is to see if there is indeed a backer for the Alphas at all, and if so, who is it? This is where you come in. We Nukes are fairly well known in the area, and we'd have a much harder time infiltrating the place. If we're just trying to blow the joint up it'd be different, but we know to know who's the power behind the front, so we'll need you to somehow infiltrate the place, and steal any important files and data chips." "Hmm." Mouse says, mulling it over. "Doable. All right... what are we talking, payment wise? " "12000 Nguyen for the group, with bonuses if the information is very useful." Wow, that’ll more’n double my net worth. I can deal with that ET’This thought. Sounds like it should be pretty straightforward. Recon, stealth in, grab, stealth out. He glanced over to Doc box and Rover with a concerned look. Wonder how good those two are at sneaking around. Rover probably does ok, but the Doc….. (remember. it's 12000 divided amongst the 4 of you. It's solid pay for the Barrens, but not the lottery or anything.) Spoiler Hide I know, but it took him 7 years to save up 5000. So for him, it kinda is lottery :) The company Rover found himself was a bit too quiet for his tastes, but not necessarily in a professional way. The one known as Mouse was doing most of the talking it seemed... Rover found himself wondering if he was supposed to speak up. Someone should be doing the talking... Had they hammered out these details back at Doc box's? He didn't remember.$3,000 Nguyen... Enough to get by... for a little bit longer. More days of watching the tried, talking with the spirits about... about... what was it exactly he talked about? What was it exactly he did all day? The thoughts escaped him at the moment, just like the details of who was supposed to be talking. I really gotta pay more attention... Rover coughed, seeking to break what he felt was silence." Heard similar things about the Alphas... Need the Nguyen. I'm in." "Me too." ET'This says in a hurry after Rover worried that it might be expected to accept or reject the offer immediately." Do you have any recon on the building, or an estimate on the number of Alphas?" Spoiler Hide Negotiation: (3d6)[2][6][1](9) Not sure if that question would require a roll, so just rolling it in case "Now listen here. I say you should offer a bit more. You did say they might have corp contacts. That means they might be better equipped than your average gang. Not to mention the powerful enemies we might make on the way." Docbox stepped forward, he was no longer nervous. He tries to act as confident as possible. He knew they would be getting a raw deal if the corporations were involved." I think ¥6000 each is a little more reasonable. Double the risk, double the reward"." Originally Posted by Friendly "Me too." ET'This says in a hurry after Rover worried that it might be expected to accept or reject the offer immediately. "Do you have any recon on the building, or an estimate on the number of Alphas?" Negotiation: [roll0] Not sure if that question would require a roll, so just rolling it in case You don't need to roll Negotiation yet, but you can keep that roll for if you *do* try to Negotiate a better payout with this person. Sir Gabe's: Since Doc is directly trying to drive a bargain, he now needs to roll Negotiation to see how well he sells it to the dwarf. The award harrumphs." Well, I said they' they MIGHT have corporate ties. We don't know fer sure, which is where you come in. Look, this is a CLUB-slash-BAR, but Ares HQ, and I already promised bonuses if the documents are useful to us." Spoiler Hide Dwarf rolls negotiation: (5d6)[6][1][5][4][6](22) The dwarf stands firm on his price, but makes an alternative offer." How about this? I offer you 10,000 Nguyen, BUT...if you guys get shot at by the new gang while you're trying to steal the documents, the total pay for successful mission goes up to 16000 Nguyen, before the document bonus?" "I'll keep the first offer, cheers." Mouse says, smiling slightly. "A man might do stupid things when he knows his payment goes up if he gets shot at. And in the same vein of removing the temptation for terrible ideas, let's just call it three grand apiece, and not twelve split between us." He pauses, aware that some of those present are staring at him. "Look, once you've worked with some of the proper scum out there, you start confirming this drew beforehand." The lieutenant shrugs." Fine. Less for me ta pay if your fuse runs out. But I'm not paying more if you recruit more people into your team. Now, the situation is basic. We know the basic layout of the club, but we don't know exactly where any safes are stored. We can't get scouts near because the Nukes are kind of well-known in the Barrens. They'd recognize us and our Nuke tattoos too easily. Ya might want to go to a different dive to gather some information. Member ask others who may have patronized the club since the change of ownership. The club is also looking for...new talent of the...nude female persuasion, but that of course doesn't help any o' ya." Doc box stepped back. He had a bad feeling about this. He let mouse take the reins. His attempt at negotiation was undermined, but he didn't care. He only hoped the Nukes would pay up front. He kicked the ground, he was clearly grumpy again. The group could only assume he'd complain about it later, as usual. This run didn't sound routine, and he had never run with Rover before. The thought of running with that unstable addict scared him a little. "Do you think it would be possible for one of us to simply go to the club as a patron to get a look at security?" ET'This asks his question directed as much toward the Dwarf as the rest of the team. "Ya might be able to see some of the guards, but you probably won't see any important safe-type places from the public area." Nude female persuasion... Rover had taken the forms of many animals over the years... Rats, birds, mostly just dogs... But he had read online that the spell he worked for shape changing could be used to take the for of any non-meta creature. This included humans, but not paracritters or metahumans. This begged two questions: Were trolls, elves, the SURGE'd, drakes, and whatever manifestation magic decided to evoke in humanity not really... human? And what the hell was it like to change gender? The young shaman kept his mouth shut regarding the possibly good idea. He hadn't attempted the odd transformation yet, and he'll be damned if he was going to try it for the first time on a job. He kept listening for any more details. "So you going to take the job then? If so here's 1000 Nguyen in cred sticks up front, for whatever palms need to be greased or what have you. The remaining will be paid upon your successful return. Any more questions? Here's my trip' Dropbox when you wish to report something."(not sure why everyone stopped posting...) "I suppose I'm in... As long as everyone else is." Docbox looked around to gauge his companions reactions. There must be something more to this. These guys are more than just a bunch of ill-tempered dwarves sticking it to the man. Spoiler Hide I haven't stopped posting by the way. I just didn't have anything to say. "I'm happy with the deal." ET'This moves forward and holds his hand out for the cred sticks." You got a deal Hummer." The dwarf hands over the cred stick and gives the elf a half-hearted handshake before snapping his fingers." We expect the info within 5 days." The bodyguards pack up, and they start walking away unless you have any questions. So, what is your next step? You have the address of "Top Dog" of course, and you can go there immediately if you wish. Or, you can try gathering information elsewhere before going. "Right! No sense in standing around here!" Docbox shouldered his shotguns. He took the Cred stick from the Red Nukes leader. As the group left, he looked around at the group." Where to next? We could probably get some information from employees of the Top Dog." Docbox was glad the Nukes leader didn't ask him to kill. This job should be simple enough." What do you think Mouse, do you want to scope it out or go in hot?" Rover pocketed the cred stick given and smiled. This pitiful amount was more than he had seen in a long time... But he remembered his roots, too. When he was younger, he would have risked his own life just to get a quarter of this amount. In fact, he had, multiple times. The dwarves... vibrated as they left. They appeared to grow large one moment, bigger than a troll, then small the next, smaller than a child. Rover shook his head and focused his cybereyes on them, making the hallucination vanish. The Zen was still in full effect." I can check it out, too. Right now, even. Can just zoom on in via the astral. Will probably only take a few minutes... I'll be passed out in the meanwhile though." Rover coughed." C'mon Doc, you're used to seeing me passed out anyway, just make sure the rats don't get me, heh, heh." Rover glared at Doc, trying to smile, but failing to. He felt his spirit was smiling, and that was surely enough, wasn't it? Zen could be weird like that sometimes. Spoiler Hide If there aren't objections, Rover sits down against a wall and actually projects. If there are, then he can wait till later. "Your mad Rover, but I will remain here and make sure no one can get at you. Just be fast, I don't want to hang around in this dump any longer than I have to." Docbox sat against the wall alongside Rover. He readied his weapon and got comfortable." When is the last time you showered by the way?" (if you guys want to get the spell started or perhaps go back to the clinic and then do that then go ahead. I'll PM the others today) Rover tried to come off as loud and confident but instead came off as quiet and monotone." Showered? I'm clean, man, clean as can be. Sewers just be a nasty place. Need some nice blue..." He paused as his cybereyes shifted from red to blue for a moment."...waters down here, make it squeaky clean." The astral world was on his mind as he adjusted the crimson dress shirt he was wearing underneath his armored jacket." Just watch out for me, eh? You don't have anything to worry about!" Rover dramatically raised his two fists, ready to give a thumbs up with both his hands in Doc box's direction... when he suddenly heard an awkward thud, the noise of human skull hitting concrete. His skull. He had projected outside his body before finishing the gesture, not able to handle both the thought of the astral and the thumbs up at the same time. His body didn't get the memo and fell awkwardly to the floor. See... nothing to worry about at all? His astral form, floating above the party, gave the thumbs up, with no one but himself to notice.-Rover was in his element in what mankind called the astral plane. Travel was fast on this plane. Just last week he had been halfway across the world in Berlin with his spirits. The hard part would be orienting himself and trying to read the real world's signs and landmarks... Everything that wasn't alive was rather blurry on the astral. Maybe he should have consulted a map first. He began calling his spirits. First, the watchers, all of whom had the form of various different races of dog." Sparky! Rex! Max! Timber! We got work to do." Then, he called the rest of his spirits and set off to see what he could find out.

The Barren Wastelands (IC)|rating:3.0

A nerd and his creation (frostsider and Rahzilla)

Cameron Star looked down over his work bench. He would take the time to wipe a little sweat that was pouring down his face. His black raven hair in a mess and unkept as he had been working several days now straight. His blue eyes never wavering from his focus or lack of sleep. The body that lay before him was that of a young woman.or it would have been if she was not pieced together flawlessly. Cameron was said to be a genius in school but because of his nerd status he was alone. Everyone rejected him. So here he was, having gone a little mad. He was going to build himself a woman whom can worship and appreciate him for what he was. Cam thought himself the second coming of Frankenstein. But this would be no monster. No sir, she would be a perfect creature. After having fixed her body and features and making the stitching unnoticeable, Cameron began to juice the batteries to shock the life form. One, two three! He flipped the switch and the readings of power he needed to be flared through her body. Now unlike the good Dr. Cameron had placed a chip in her brain so that she could function like any other being. The only thing he made sure was flawed was her speech and other things as he wanted her to learn. A computer mind acting like the brain. He watched as the electricity coarse through her and waited to see if it would work. Shock, frying, sizzling, smoking. The room was filled with smoke as the electricity went coursing through the female body lying on the table. As soon as it had started, the switch had been flipped and the electricity stopped flowing through her body. Groggily, she began to rise off the table-top and into a sitting position. Her bright blue eyes opened and looked around the room. The first thing she recognized was paint on the walls. Paint, a substance used to coat an object, usually used for decorating. Her hands rose to her cheeks, feeling the skin and her face. She had a face. Of course, she had a face, all humans had faces. Looking around slowly, feeling lightheaded, she noticed a boy, a teenager, standing behind her. “Who r you?” she looked him over, tilting her head to the side. She looked down at herself again and her hands reached for her breasts. “I am a woman,” she looked up at the boy again. “You are a boy,” she didn’t know the difference between the terms, boy or man, but she could tell—for some strange, unknown reason, that he wasn’t a man. She didn’t quite understand that he was a teenager and not a boy. Moving her legs over the side of the table, she placed them on the cold floor, the white cotton fabric covering her naked body falling to the floor. “I am Beta, who are you?” Of course, she assumed her name to be Beta since that was the brand of microchip that was planted in her head. She didn’t know any better of course. Cam looked her over and uttered "Beta testing out the name." He would walk forward. "I am Cameron. I am the one who created you. You would know this as it is my chip I installed into you. I am a young man surely you know this." It was true as Cam was 17 years of age. At the cusp of being 18 and being considered an adult. Cam smiled at her." So tell me Beta what can you recall from the things I have installed into your programming." He said softly. His eyes looking over her again. He knew he had put files in her database that was in the chip. This way she had some knowledge about cam and the world they lived in save how the world would see this as a crime. Cam did not want her to panic. “Cameron?” Her mind raced as she thought about Cameron. A picture popped into her mind. Looking back at the young man, she felt worried. “Sorry, Cameron,” she pouted, worried that he would be angry with her for calling him a boy and forgetting his name. But her pout was over extreme for a pout, not used to having the muscles in her cheeks working the way they did. She knew what a pout looked like, but wasn’t able to perform it perfectly.“Planes fly, cars drive, the president is Obama.” She cities some of the basics off the chip in her head. It felt weird to have a chip wired to her brain, but that was what everyone had, so she shouldn’t feel weird. “Oh, your birthday is soon. I get you a gift” She smiled to him before standing off the table. It was cold in the room and with her body exposed she shivered, her nipples becoming pert and hard. “How ‘bout me?” she smiled to him, moving closer to Cam and pressed herself against him.”I am hot?” this sensation was hot, correct? Or was it cold? Her arms came up around her shoulders as she started to shiver more. Maybe she should press against Cameron some more, his body temperature should be average. Lifting her arms up and around Cameron, she rested her head against his chest and closed her eyes with a content ‘Mm’ sound. Cameron smiled and petted his new toy. "Beta come upstairs with me and I'll get you some clothes." He stated. Cameron had lived alone in this house for a while. His parents had past away a couple of years ago and left the house to him in their will along with all their savings and valuables being that he was the only one they cared about in their family. It added to his loneliness driving him somewhat mad." And you can call me master too if you wish. Either is fine." He stated looking down at beta after leading her out of basement and into the warmer house. He had built her body and knew it could handle anything a regular human could and then some. Furthermore, he grabbed a pair of boxers he had and a tight-fitting shirt too small for him. Furthermore, he handed them to her. "Put these on. I'll get you proper clothes ordered soon." He stated as he looked her over again. He had done well in creating a perfect creature. “Okay” She smiled to him and walked with him upstairs, one arm wrapped around his midsection as she walked. Beta stumbled slightly while climbing the stairs, not quite used to walking around. She mumbled a quiet ‘sorry’ as they continued to walk. It was polite to apologize when doing something wrong. That was part of having proper manners.“Master, an owner of a slave or animal,” it was then that she gasped in an audibly loud voice. “Am I an animal slave?” Her head tilted to the side as she was handed the pieces of clothing. One was for her body and the other was for her legs. She started to pull the shirt over her legs when another image popped into her head. That was wrong. Pulling her leg out of the neck hole, she pulled the shirt over her head and then smiled to Cameron. Pulling the boxers over her legs, she felt funny. “This is awkward” She then giggled in a high-pitched voice. It was then that her stomach made a loud grumbling noise which she jumped at. “What was that?” She scurried over to Cameron and hid behind him. “Master, is it monster? Monster, an ugly creature,” Would she always state a fact like that? Was that awkward? Cam laughed. "No your no animal. Sometimes people serve as servants to other humans. Your in this case my creation and live for my happiness." He again chuckled when she jumped and he soothed her. "It's ok it is just your stomach. Your hungry is all. It makes sense since you are already an adult and need nourishment." Cameron went into the kitchen."you do not need to state facts like that all the time. I already know what it is the definitions as I am the one who added them to your chip." He said turning to her after handing her a sandwich and a glass of water. "Here try this. You'll feel better." Cam stated to her and smiled as she looked good in his clothes. Her pert and perky breasts were giving his shirt a nice shape and her nipples poked through the fabric slightly. Beta thought about what he said. “Are you happy?” She wanted to make Cameron happy but didn’t know how to do that. His birthday was coming up; she would get him a gift. An image popped into her head of a boy opening presents with a smile on his face. That looked like Cameron.“Who put facts on your chip?” She was curious. If he knew so much, and it was all on his chip, then who put it there for him? Taking the food from him, she was about to try to eat while holding the glass of water and plate at the same time when she remembered a chair and table. She should sit. Moving over to the table, she tried to food and audibly ‘Mm’ed again. It was then that she noticed Cam was staring at her chest. Swallowing the food in her mouth, she cleared her throat. “You stare at my breasts. Do they make you happy?” If they made Cameron happy, then she should give them to him. But how? Cameron smiled again before sitting next to her. "You make me happy Beta. Just do what I ask and be a good servant to your master, and you will keep me happy. You are the present for my birthday I have wanted for a long time." at her question about his chip He laughed. "I put all the info into that chip. You have most of my knowledge stored inside your mind." He put his hand onto hers and he smiled. "You'll learn what things you can do to please me in time. For now enjoy your meal. If you want more ask and I'll get you more." He said softly. Cameron enjoyed her presence because now he was not alone. He had company and a woman which made it better. She was to do with as he pleased, and she would not deny him anything. Beta smiled and nudged Cameron playfully with her elbow as she ate. She had already made him happy, then she was doing her job. “But you deserve more Master,” she wanted him to be really happy. What could she do to make him even happier? He liked her breasts, he stared at them long enough, maybe she should do something with her breasts?“Okay” so she would learn how to please him further, that would make her happy too. As she finished the sandwich, she started to gulp the water down, choking as she went to breath before the water had cleared her throat. Placing the glass down, she started a coughing fit before calming down. Her eyes were tearing up, and her face was all red.“I don’t like that,” she rasped out, coughing slightly afterward. As soon as she had calmed down and her coughing had stopped, she looked over to Cameron, another image coming to mind. It was of a man and woman. The man looked like Cameron, but older. They were holding hands. Looking down at her hand, she reached for Cam’s before taking hold of it and smiling.“What do we do?” She still wanted to make him happy, she just had to figure out how. Maybe the images would tell her what to do. He smiled. "Your supposed to breathe after drinking. I help wash down the food. Besides, you need water to survive as you would dehydrate and die. I would be sad if that happened." He said smiling as he held her hand. "Well lets see what do you think servants do for their masters? And what do women do for men?" He asked quizzing her and testing his chip out. He pulled her into his lap and he let his hands explore his creation a little giving her butt a squeeze and then her breasts a test feel. It seemed everything was working normally. "Well for one they clean and cook." He stated. He could give her a book on these things, and she could scan the contents as she was still somewhat a machine because of the chip. Able to see and learn in a second. She gasped. “Master would be sad? Oh no,” she was about to do something that made Cameron sad? She didn’t want to make him sad, that wasn’t what she was here for. She was about to go off about being bad when he asked her what servants do for masters and women do for men. “Servants do as they’re told. Women have sex with men.” But what was sex? Sex was when a man and woman join through penis and vagina to reproduce. Was she able to reproduce? Beta jumped and gasped as she felt Cameron squeeze her butt but soon moaned as he began to feel her breasts up. So he did like her breasts a lot. “Yes, I also reproduce... Can I?” Maybe that was too literal a translation. She scanned through her chip in search of another meaning for what sex was. “I please you sexually... I’m confused,” she couldn’t find any other meaning, but many pictures popped up. She was confused as to what was happening in the pictures though. A woman with her mouth on the man’s penis, a woman tied up with the man standing behind her. It didn’t make sense to her. He smiled as he looked to her and leaned in placing his head on her chest. "Yes you can possibly reproduce. It's a long shot, but that is not the only reason sex is used. Sex is also for pleasure, and it makes me happy that I could have sex with you." He said softly. His eyes looked back up to her again and he grinned. "But that is for when I am ready for it. Right now I am not ready for it." He sighed. "Women also keep their bed warm for their master as they sear a bed. You would sleep with me and wake up with me. You would bathe with me. Basically you would be there with me save for school. I must go to school alone." He said smiling. He leaned back. "Now in the library are some instructional books. I want you to go look at them and learn from them." Beta frowned. If sex made him happy, why wasn’t he ready for it? “Why not? It would make you happy master” she wanted to make him happy. But she wasn’t just there for sex. She was also to sleep with him, and bathe with him, and stay at home all day. An image of school popped into her head, a brick building with lots of boys and girls. Teenagers. Another image popped into her head, Cameron being bullied. “Why go to school. You don’t like it there,” she frowned again and looked at Cameron, her brow furrowed as she tried to figure it out.“I will look at them master” she sat happily in Cameron’s lap, her feet kicking out as she thought about sex. It was to please the other. “Will sex feel good?” she had never had sex before. She wanted to try it, but knew not to ask since Cameron wasn’t ready for it. It would be bad for her to want something that would upset her master. He nodded. "You will feel immense pleasure from it and I will as well. I am waiting for the right moment. You see sex is more for when we are in the mood. It makes it very special than instead of just doing it all the time." He said smiling. He kissed her before she got up. Furthermore, he continued to hold onto her hand though and smiled knowing how good it felt to have a woman in his life finally." Well it is still required for my job that I want to get a good education, so I will grin and bare it for now. But I do have you to look forward to when I get home so is it all that bad?" He asked. He looked at her and smiled. Furthermore, he watched as she went to do his first order for her. Furthermore, he than went online and began to order some slutty and sexy outfits and cosplay. This was going to be fun for him ad her. Beta was surprised as Cameron kissed her. She was soon standing but wished that she could keep kissing him. It had felt good, just like when he had touched her breasts. She also knew that it would make Cameron happy and that made her happy. She would never want to do something that would make Cam angry.“No?” She was confused as he spoke. Was it bad? No, it wasn’t bad. As long as coming home to her made him happy, then it wasn’t bad, right? Taking her plate and glass over to the sink she found the dish soap under the counter—where her mind told her it was—and stated to do the stack of dishes that were piled in the sink. It took her a little while to do the dishes but when she was finished, she ran over to Cameron excitedly.“Look!” she held out her hands and the skin on her fingers, which had shrivelled and looked like prunes from the water. She looked at her hands in amazement before poking her fingers. Beta then looked at the device that was in front of Cameron. It was a computer “What are you doing?” she looked at the screen and blinked rapidly. It was hard to read what he was looking at as her eyes blurred at the vision. “I can’t see” She stared at the screen a moment longer before shrugging her shoulders and moving to sit in Cameron’s lap. He smiled as he looked to her. "I am ordering you some clothes that I think will make you look good and will make me very happy. After all your master likes it when you wear clothes that are revealing and show off your body to him." Cameron stated as he fixed his glasses up and smiled. He gripped her ass and purred. "How did you ever turn out to be so perfect?" He teased. He knew that he had made her so. Every taste and desire he had he made sure to include in her creation. He simply could not just make her some normal girl. He had to make her a trophy wife and perfect slave. She would be able to satisfy every one of his desires as she was built to do so. He did not miss a beat when he made her body flawless. "So tell me what do you know of women who please their masters? You know they were given hot sexy bodies for a reason." She was confused. If he wanted her to show off her body and be revealing, shouldn’t she just walk around naked? “But Master, if you want me to be revealing, couldn’t I just walk around naked? It will save you money.” She had a point. Why waste money on something she can do for free. It didn’t make any sense to her. “I don’t know Cameron, why am I perfect?” her head tilted to the side as she asked her question, still sitting in Cameron’s lap.”Women who please their masters are good people. They do as they’re told. Is that what you mean Master?” she was a little lost this time as he asked his question. Did he want to know what she would do to please him? Did he mean what he said? And why were they given hot, sexy bodies? What reason could that be? Beta looked at Cameron, her eyes settling on his lips, and she flicked her eyes back to his eyes. “Master, what is romance?” she had a definition, courtesy of the dictionary he had placed in her head, but she was confused. She didn’t understand what love was, so how could she understand what romance was? “Master, I want to kiss you, may I?” Cameron leaned in and kissed her again. "Women have sexy bodies because it makes them desirable to their masters. As for why I am buying you clothes there will be times when you will go outside in public. I do not want them seeing you naked. That privilege belongs to me." He said smiling. Cam knew she would just believe in what he said instead of why. "Romance is when two people love each other and kiss and cuddle and other things. Romance between a master and his slave is even more simple as the master loves the pet by giving her life and taking care of her while the pet serves and makes the master happy." It was a stupid simple answer but onesie could understand and be ok with. She would not know better anyway. "Woman serve men by cooking, cleaning, and be good in bed. One day you will be claimed as my lover and when that day comes you will realize there is more to this role of yours than you know. You know obviously what sex is yes?" Beta thought about what Cameron said. It confused her a little bit. “Won’t people wonder where I came from?” She didn’t have a history, none that she knew of. She had to come from somewhere, right? But where did she come from? She wouldn’t ask Cameron as she thought that it wasn’t important to know. But she knew that it might be troublesome for Cameron to explain where she came from, and she didn’t want to be troublesome for Cameron.“You don’t have to take care of me Master; I can take care of you instead.” She started to think of ways that she would be able to help Cameron so he wouldn’t have to take care of her. There had to be things that she could do to take care of him. Like get a job.“Yes Cameron, I know what sex is. Do you not know?” Why would he ask her if she knew unless he didn’t? He had put the definition in her head, so obviously she knew, but if he put it there, then he knew as well, didn’t he? “Never mind,” she smiled to him before snuggling up to him while sitting in his lap.”Why can’t I be your lover now, Master? I want to please you in every way!” She was determined to please him and wanted to start now. He thought for a second. "I'm sure people won't care. As long as you're not telling people that you were made than you should be fine. I'll have to dress you thought to fit the times." Cameron stated as he sighed. "Well you asked what you can do to help me. Soon you will be able to be my lover. You cannot now because we need to make sure you are developing well down there first before we go using your body." He stated simply. "After all would not want you to get hurt." Cameron was showing her that he cared about her and wanted things to continue as they were. He gripped her ass more before kissing her again. "So what did you have in mind? I can see you are thinking of things to do for your master so go ahead and tell me." He added. Cameron had control, but he wanted her to feel like she was contributing as well. Beta nodded her head. “Okay.” She thought about it some more, running through a list of common names for girls in her mind and realized that ‘Beta’ wasn’t on it. Gasping, she turned to Cameron and gently took hold of his shirt in her hands. “What about my name? Will people think it weird that I’m named Beta?” She was worried that this might cause trouble for Cameron. Looking down, she couldn’t help but blush before she smiled and nuzzled her cheek against his. “Thank you for caring about me master. Will you have to check again and again to make sure I ‘develop’ properly?” She made air quotations with her hands as she said ‘develop’. She wasn’t quite sure what that meant. What had to develop? Why wouldn’t she be developing? She understood that since this body was created and not made naturally, she might not be able to have children. But she should be developed, right? Whatever that meant.“I was thinking I might get a job! I want to support my master and make life easier for you! But...” she trailed off, there was more that she wanted to do for him, but she didn’t know what to say. “Since we can’t have sex, this doesn’t mean I can’t please you in other sexual manners, right? I could perform oral sex?” she wasn’t sure if she had used the right term or not. Cameron smiled. "Oh don't worry your little head. I'm simply checking to make sure your body is adapting to be created. Like how its reactions to touch and other things." Cam explained to her. "Beta you could always state that your nickname is B." He said smiling. He looked over her lips before grinning. "Why not. You can learn how to use the techniques in your head properly and can help me with making sure my needs are taken care of." He raised an eyebrow. "Hmm you could take a job but than who would take care of me here? I mean there is a lot to do around the house and looking like my personal trophy woman. Don't you want people to appreciate that your doing well in serving your master?" He asked her smiling. Can put her to the test now. "After all I have the ability to take care of us financially so I require your help with other things." Beta smiled wide and felt proud of her master. He was so nice and caring about her. It only made sense for her to pay him back with respect and her servitude. “You are so smart Cameron! B... B, Beta, B,” she was saying the name over and over for a moment before giggling. She liked the sound of that. A thought popped into her head at that moment, BEA was an actual name, so she could use that when people were around. She thought about what he said. If she took a job, that wouldn’t please Cameron? She gasped and covered her mouth as the thought of displeasing Cameron came to mind. She couldn’t do that! “I’m so sorry Cameron! I wasn’t thinking about that. If I got a job, it would displease you and that is bad. I never want to displease you Cameron.” She thought about it a moment longer before nodding her head. “I shall stay here and take care of you. But, what do I do when you’re not here?” Tilting her head to the side, she wondered what she could possibly do all day when he was in school. He smiled. "Clean, prepare a meal for me, so I can eat when I get home. Think of all the things you can do for me to please me." He listed things for her as he played with her ass. "Make yourself hot and sexy by wearing revealing outfits, so I can have something to look forward to when I see you." He added smirking knowing that this would be his favorite." You know the usual things a master's servant would do for her maker." He continued before kissing her and sighing. "Speaking of which I must have you go order some outfits for me. You know how to use a computer yes?" He asked smiling. He would make her pick the sluttiest of clothes but to her, it would be for her maker. "Ill put you on the site, and you order away." Beta thought about what he said. Cleaning and cooking were obvious. But after she cleaned the first time, there would be nothing to clean the next day since everything had been cleaned the day before. Of course, things like dishes she could clean every day, but there wasn’t much else. Feeling Cameron’s hands playing with her ass, she closed her eyes and kissed him back weakly. It felt odd in a way, what he was doing to her ass. It felt good, but in an awkward way.“Y-yes Sir, I know how to use a computer,” Although she had never actually done it before, she knew what to do on a computer. What she wouldn’t know is how to pay for the outfits he wanted her to order. She had no idea what his credit card number would be.“What about price?” she asked casually. She stood from Cameron’s lap and moved over to the laptop which was sitting at a desk not too far away and turned on. Furthermore, she waited eagerly for him to put her on the website so she could choose clothes that she would wear to please her master. He smiled. "I have plenty of money so don't worry about price. Just try to keep it under a 1000." He said simply. "Order as much as you want." He walks into the kitchen giving her privacy. "Also make sure it ships express." He called out. "I want it here in the next couple of hours." Cam stated before beginning to grab something to snack on and then proceed to homework. He was leaving her to shop for sexual outfits. The more revealing the better but she knew that. He had ordered did he not? She would provide him with something to look at and why not? He did build her after all so he deserved to see her for all her glory. Perverted as he was, he knew she was cared for and in turn she gave him everything. “Okay,” Beta replied eagerly. As she found the site that he directed her to, she was surprised to see all the options available. Did he want her to buy individual clothes or things like costumes? The site had plenty of options, but she was a little confused. Turning to look at Cameron, she saw that he was in the other room and doing work. She didn’t want to bother him, so she decided that she would get something of everything, so long as she didn’t go past a thousand dollars. She placed a few costumes into the checkout cart, a school girl uniform (a military uniform (and a police costume (into the basket. Next she went for some corsets and baby dolls in various colors. She added short shorts into the cart as well. Her choice for the shorts was based on how short they were in the model, the shorter, the better. She added a few dresses with deep necklines (that would plunge past her cleavage as well as some short miniskirts. After all of that was added in, with taxes and shipping fees, she was just under her limit. She was off by a few cents. Worried that this would anger Cameron, she quickly hit the cashout, filled in the information required and closed the computer. She knew Cameron would find out eventually, but she wasn’t ready to let him know yet. Walking over to where he was working, she casually grabbed the plate from his snack and walked back into the kitchen. It was only the one dish, so she set it aside to be washed when she had more to do. She would conserve water this way. Pacing back and forth for a moment, she was concerned about what she should do with herself. What should she be doing now? She had ordered the clothing he wanted and would do the one dish when she had more. Was there anything else for her to clean? Beta then went about the house checking things that might need to be cleaned. She tipped lampshades to the side to check under them, lifted potted plants, she even examined the drapes in the front window. She couldn’t find anything that needed to be cleaned. Sure, she could dust and vacuum, but what else was there that was dirty? Starting to fret, Beta looked over at Cameron for a moment before turning around. She couldn’t let him be interrupted! When Cam was finished he looked at her and smiled. "So how was shopping?" He asked. "Bought everything you needed, did you? A bikini and undergarments and so forth?" He asked adding info to the question so she would know exactly what to answer about. His eyes fixed onto her, and he knew she probably forgot some of these things, but he would not mind. He could order those as well. As long as he would be able to look her over and feel the want to fuck her he would be happy. "Did you get everything I required from you?" He asked again as if she had not heard him the first time. This hands pulled her to him and his eyes looked her over. "After all I need to know if I need to order other thing for you." Cam stated so she would feel at ease. Beta hesitated as he asked her if she bought a bikini and undergarments. Shoot! She had forgotten about those. The other items had been so expensive and added up so quickly that even if she had remembered to order them, she would have gone over his budget. Looking up the second time he asked, she shook her head no. She was then pulled into his body, and she tried to push away from him to look him in the eyes. “I forgot to get undergarments and a bikini Cameron.” She looked up at him, an extremely sad expression on her face. Blinking her eyes a few times, she watched as the world started to blur and tears fell down her cheeks. Gasping, she started to wipe at her eyes, but the liquid continued to fall. “Oh my god, I’m broken!” And with that she started to cry more. Whispering that she was sorry a few times over and over again, she wrapped her arms around Cameron, pressing her face into his chest. He smiled showing her he was not mad. "It is ok child. You did not know." He wiped her tears away slowly before kissing her forehead. "I will order them and everything will be fine. I assume you order me some nice clothes to be put on you for my viewing pleasure as the bill would have been high. I can appreciate your effort." He said softly." So no more tears. Stand up straight and act like you're a proud servant of your master." Cam stated before turning and sitting down in front of the computer. He saw the final total, and he acted as if nothing was wrong. "Come here B darling. Sit on your master's lap and show him your love." Cam ordered going to the order part and looking for obscene and sexual items. Beta continued to cry into Cameron’s chest as he assured her that everything was fine. She even smiled faintly as he kissed her forehead. She liked that. It made her feel warm and tingly inside. Nodding her head, she stood up straight and tried to look like she was a proud servant. Although, the tear stained cheeks completely gave her away. Watching him as he sat down and opened the computer, she smiled wider when he said to come there and show him her love. She bounded over to him, sitting down slowly and resting her head against his shoulder blade. Her hand was in his hair and her lips were at his neck. Sniffling a few times, she looked up at Cameron. “So I’m not broken?” she asked innocently. She didn’t even have an understanding of what had happened to her. As far as her microchip could tell, it was some bodily function, but it didn’t tell her what. As far as she was concerned, it wasn’t supposed to happen. Sitting up a bit straighter, she watched the mouse move like a mesmerized cat before she focused on what he was looking at. “What are those far, Master?” He smiled as he looked at the thongs first. "These are meant to cover your privates down here. These particular are tinier to show more so that I am enticed by your body." He than showed her the bras. "These are normally supposed to cover your breasts. You won't need them though." Cam stated as a matter of factually. He than was on bikinis. "These are meant for swimming. The ones I will probably order are more of a strong though so that you'll show more skin." His hand was on her breast cupping it as the other operated the mouse. "Your not broken. Crying is a normal thing when you're sad. But you should not have a reason to be sad as you're serving me and I should be the greatest joy ever. So do not worry too much about it. If it happens it happens." Cameron said looking at her before smiling and winking. “Oh,” she smiled to him, sitting in his lap and rocking back and forth slightly. She wanted to ask him why she wouldn’t need the bras but left it alone. If she asked, she might annoy him. He said that she didn’t need them, and she should leave it at that! “I’ll get to swim?” She asked casually. She pulled up a page in her microchip mind about swimming and looked it over. The idea of being in water, other than for bathing fascinated her.“I was sad though. I was sad that I had angered you. I don’t want to disappoint you Cameron,” she leaned her head back against his chest again. She giggled when he winked at her though. She thought that was sexy and made her feel insecure, but in a good way. A thought then hit her. What time was it? She looked around for a clock and found it on the wall, BTU she was confused. She couldn’t read it. There were two hands pointing to numbers, but she didn’t understand what it was saying. “When do we go to sleep Master?” she turned her head to look at him, her red curls bouncing. Cam looked at her before smiling. "Its barely 2. You will go to sleep when I go to sleep and not a moment later or earlier." He explains to her. "I need warmth on my bed and who better than a sexy woman as yourself." He than turns back to his search. "Yes you will get to swim. you'll get to accompany me to the city every now and then. That's why you need clothes." He knew she would understand now. She couldn't let herself walk out naked every time. "You're going to get a set of bikinis. One will be a normal two piece that will hug your body and show it off, the other will be this strong micro bikini that will show off everything. That one is for home only and for my viewing pleasure. I will also have to order you some shoes as well. Some heels to make your ass rise and be perfect in public so that everyone can be jealous of my sexy escort." Beta nodded her head and looked down, playing with his shirt. She felt, embarrassed, that she couldn’t tell the time on the clock. Should she tell him? “I didn’t know what time it was, Cameron. I can't read the clock...” She blushed, hiding her face in his shirt. Taking a deep breath, she inhaled his scent. He smelled so nice.“Okay,” she pulled her head away from his chest and looked at the screen again. A micro bikini? Was it like her microchip? Giggling again, she looked at Cameron with an innocently playful expression. “I’m sexy?” she asked, batting her eyelashes to him. She had never been called sexy before. He had said that she was his and that she was beautiful, but he had never said thatchers sexy. He had also said that other things were sexy, but not her.“Wow, those heels are high!” she pointed to a pair of platforms that he passed while scrolling through the page of shoes. She really was like a child. He smiled when she said what she said. "Yes they are meant to be that high. Its meant to make your ass higher and if you're using a short skirt, to show off your ass like a sexy woman would. You want them?" He asked her as he looked into her eyes. He grinned when she acted shocked. "Yes your sexy and a man who has a sexy servant is a happy man. You see a sexy servant means better sex." His explanation was simple. She was his to use as he wanted. Soon she would be used that way for him, and he would appreciate her submission to him. "Or do you want smaller heels?" He asked looking her over. At her question about the micro bikini he showed it to her. It was tony compared to the other bikinis and showed a lot more off. "This is why they call it a micro." Looking at Cameron and then at the heels, her mind immediately pulled up an article about how high heels can hurt feet. She thought about it and then shook her head. She didn’t get a chance to reply that she didn’t want the platforms when Cameron told her that she was sexy again. “Does it really?” Her voice was higher and filled with innocent shock. She didn’t know that a sexy servant automatically meant the sex would be better. Nodding her head, she smiled to him. “Smaller ones, it’s harder to walk in taller heels and my feet will hurt,” she spoke hesitantly. She would wear the high heels, but she wouldn’t wear ones that hurt her feet. She didn’t want to purposely feel pain. Pain was bad! She glanced at the screen as he brought up the bikini and nodded her head. He was right, it did show off a lot more. “I see,” she said quietly, looking down at her body then at the model on the page. “How do we know it will fit properly?” She asked. Beta looked nothing like the model, surely it wouldn’t fit her as well as it would fit the model. The model also had bigger breasts than Beta, surely it would be a loose fitting micro top.(up from Cameron’s lap, she walked over to the bathroom on the main floor and opened a few drawers. She eventually found what she was looking for and walked back into the room. With the mirror in hand, she looked at herself in the device before gasping. She had red hair! She didn’t know what that meant exactly, but knew that it was something special. Turning to Cameron, she showed him the reflection and smiled. “Do you like the way I look?” she asked. She felt something inside her, a stabbing feeling that was based on what he would say. If he were to say no, she knew that this stabbing feeling would get worse, but if he said he did, she knew that the feeling would go away. Was this what it meant to be self-conscious? He nods. "Of course I like the way you look. I made you to fit every want and desire I ever had. What you thought I just made you because I was bored?" He asked teasing her. "Well let me tell you I was lonely, and so I sought companionship. I made you to seek to my needs and keep me company. So do not ever think I don't want you or hate the way you look because you are what I have always wanted." He said softly. Cameron smiled before picking something with less of a heel. "Your still going to have to wear something with a heel. I like it when your ass is propped up even if a little." He said softly. "Makes your chest stick out and your ass inviting for my cock." He explained. Cameron smiled as he kissed her softly. "So what do you think of these things?" He asked. Beta listened to what Cameron said about her. She paused, the air caught in her throat as she listened to his speak. So she was the perfect woman for him? She was perfectly made to suit his every desire and want? She could feel a swelling motion in her heart and wondered if it were chest pains or something else. Nuzzling her head against his chest, she sat back against him in the chair and smiled. “I love you Cameron,” wait, was love the right word? Would it offend him that she had such fluttery, heart pounding feelings for him? Or did he create her to have these feelings?“But Cameron, you’re not much taller than me, if I wear heels, will you be shorter?” She knew a thing or two about male masculinity. She could read about it in an article in her head. Men liked to feel big and strong. They were like wolves in a pack. Men liked to think of themselves as the alpha male of their house. Would her being possibly taller than him, make him feel otherwise?“Okay, I shall wear them then, Cameron.” She smiled and kissed him back just as softly. “What things?” He smiled as he kissed her. "You might be taller but its simply to show off your ass to me. My right as your maker is to see what's mine." He kissed her back before gripping her breasts. "I mean all the clothes and shoes. What do you think of your sexy new wardrobe built for a woman servant?" He asked. "Truly it is worth serving me is it not?" His lips found her neck, and he began to kiss her skin softly. He would occasionally leave marks for her on the skin showing her she was his. "I mean it shows your position nicely and you will look stunning. I swear to you that these things are going to make me bed you quite often if you do love your master as much as I think you do." He whispered softly. Beta thought about what Cameron said some more. It made sense, if she had something of her own, she would want to see it too. But something confused her. Wouldn’t she be wearing those heels in public? Meaning that if he could see what was his, wouldn’t other people? “Do I only wear the heels indoors? Won’t other people be able to see me if I wear them outside?” she wondered if that would bother him or not.“Yes, yes it is,” She moaned quietly as his lips found her neck. That was a highly sensitive spot for her, and she found herself pulling his head closer to her body. Realizing what she was doing, Beta immediately stopped. She was supposed to please him, not take advantage of his small gestures toward her. Giggling, she turned to face him better, one leg on either side of his lap. Inching her way closer to his body, Beta wrapped her arms around Cameron’s neck, her pelvic area resting just above his crotch. “I do love you Cameron! I love you a lot. You gave me life,” she was happy to serve him. It made her feel needed and wanted when she was able to make him happy. He smiled, and his hands were on her hips again. "I'm glad to hear your enthusiasm. Let me assure you they can see but not touch. Why would I hide you from the world? People should be jealous that I have the best servant in the world walking next to me looking like a sexual goddess." His lips found hers, and now he could no longer stop himself. His lips demanded hers to follow suit. He gave her a playful spank and the feel of her ass rippling against his hand pleased him. "You're going to do well to keep me always staring at this sultry body of yours. You should feel honored that your master wishes to make you the object of his lust." He said softly as she could now feel his hard cock pushing against her butt through his pants. Jealous? What did that mean? She knew what the word meant, but she had no idea what jealousy felt like. It was her attempt at trying to understand the emotion that raised a question at the back of her mind. But she would ask that question soon. “Cameron?” She looked down between her legs and noticed the bulge in his pants. Blushing, she looked up at him. “Did I do that?” she was happy that she had been able to make Cameron ‘happy’ too. But that question continued to nag her at the back of her mind.“Cameron, you said I was everything you want in a woman, but what if you meet someone else? At school, or at work?” she tilted her head to the side as she asked this simple question. She started to feel sad again, thinking that he might get rid of her should he meet someone else. He nodded and smirked. "You did that with your luscious ass that is being grinding against it. Don't you see there can be no other because I do not get this way for others. Your special in that I only want you in my bed." He stated smiling. Cameron gripped that ass tightly before leaning back. "Why don't you stand up against the desk and bend over so I can inspect my lovely prize." He suggested to her. His eyes were slit with his desires and he wanted her to stop feeling like he would want another. It was obvious that he was slightly annoyed that she would think he would abandon her. Why the hell would he abandon one who would serve his needs willingly? She was everything he needed, and he had been saying OT all along. So the hell was she still asking? She was about to stand up and do as he asked of her when she sensed something. Something was coming from Cameron. It felt odd, like a bee buzzing in her ear. Was Cameron angry with her? Jumping up as fast as she could, she bent over the table, her ass presented to him. “I’m sorry Cameron. I’m just... scared?” she knew that Cameron loved her, he had given her life after all. But she was scared of something.“I’m scared that after a while, you won’t want me anymore. I won’t be able to please you anymore. I’m afraid that you’ll grow tired of me. Furthermore, I’m sorry Cameron, I won’t mention it ever again. So please, inspect me!” she winced, waiting to hear his reaction. She hoped she hadn’t angered him further. He smiled before kissing her and pressing against her ass. "You were made to be mine for the rest of my life. I will never want another. So get that out of your sexy head. You are mine and will serve me always." He said softly into her ear. He gripped her breasts roughly before bending down and touching a single finger over her pussy. "Looks good." He said smiling. His eyes looked up at her and he winked. "Quite the special little pussy we have here. Meant to be fucked by a king. I'll take the right to be that king." He said leaning in and tasting her for the first time. His tongue rubbing over her clit and then delving into her folds to test her waters. "Hmm taste like the best thing I could ever imagine in my life." Nodding her head, she cried out when he grabbed her breasts tightly. That hurt... it must be punishment for doubting his love for her. Jumping, she practically squeezed her legs together around Cameron’s finger when he touched her. His hands were slightly cold and shocked her. Beta hadn’t been expecting him to touch her. Turning her head against the table so she could look at Cameron, she smiled as he winked to her. She would be the only woman he winks at. She liked that thought. Her eyes squeezed shut as he licked her, her legs trembling as she struggled to hold herself up. Reaching for the edge of the table, she held on to stop herself from falling on top of him.“Cameron, it feels odd,” she didn’t know if she liked it or not yet. She would have to wait and see, maybe he would continue. But what he was doing didn’t feel bad, it just made her feel odd inside. She didn’t know if she liked this feeling. He smiled and continued licking her in the same pattern. He can tell she is wet as her juices are now flowing out. Her body is not virgin by far, but her mind is way too innocent of sex, and he knows he will have to train her well. He takes his thumb and licks it, wetting it before sliding it into her butt slowly as he licks her some more to add more of the new sensations to her." You taste so sweet my lovely little pet." He whispers as he massages her ass as best as he can and is now attacking her clit with his tongue. He wants her to cum for him. Perhaps she will be addicted to this feeling, or she may not like it. Either she will have to get used to it as he is going to fuck her a lot every day. His eyes entranced and locked in on her. Continuing to tremble while Cameron kept licking her, Beta wondered what this feeling was inside of her. It felt odd, but in a good way. As if, a snake was slithering through her insides and the trail it left felt like a slowly kindling fire. Her back arched as she felt something wet slide into her rear. “Ca-Cameron?” Her hips bucked as he started to play with her clit. A moan escaping her. She really liked when he licked her, but the finger in her rear felt just awkward, and she didn’t really see the point in it. It didn’t make her feel anything really.“I... I like when you lick, but... the finger...” she bit her lip. Would it be bad to tell Cameron that she didn’t really like what he was doing to her ass? “It feels weird Cameron,” He looked up. "As you wish." He slipped it back out and proceeded with his tongue. He wanted to go deeper, but his tongue was not long enough. "So you like it when I use my tongue huh." He said grinning. He patted her pussy with his hand. "Made it feel all nice and tender and wet. Well that's good to see it is working properly." He said simply. Cameron sighed and put his cheek against her leg. "Your so cute. If only I had figured how to give you life sooner. Oh, the happiness I would have had a long time ago and not missed out on feeling wanted." He sat back in his chair. "Finger yourself for me while I talk." Cameron ordered. "I want you to be proper and wet for when I used you." Feeling his tongue against her again, she gasped and bucked her hips. She didn’t know why she would buck her hips like so, but it seemed like a natural response. Beta wondered if it really was a natural response. Jumping as she felt him pat her pussy, she hadn’t been expecting that, and he had scared her slightly. “It is?” She asked quietly. Everything was working properly? She thought that it would take a while before he could be certain that everything was fine.“But you are wanted now Cameron. I love you,” she wanted to lean up and kiss him but knew that with his cheek pressed against her inner thigh, she wouldn’t be able to reach him from this position. Nodding her head, she reached down and awkwardly inserted two fingers inside her pussy. She started to wiggle them around before pumping them in and out. She pulled up an article from her mind that stated how to properly finger a woman. So far, she was doing it right.“I... I thought you had to wait before you could use me?” she asked hesitantly. She knew what he had said implied that he would be using her tonight. But he had also said earlier that he couldn’t use her tonight since he had to wait. Now she was confused.

A nerd and his creation (frostsider and Rahzilla)|rating:2.0

Can She Rise to The Challenge_ (beautifulgothgirl and google)

The days filming was almost done and Micheal Lemarchand was quite pleased by this. He and his crew, not to mention the young starlets of this particular film had been working since early in the morning to get everything just right and nothing gave him more satisfaction than wrapping up a shoot and sending the footage to editing so that it could be made ready for the website and the DVDs that it was distributed on. At that moment he was standing in a drab basement, the lighting harsh with walls and floor a dark stained concrete. Wearing nothing he stood in the middle of the room, a blonde with streaked make up and a face turning red from how long she had been holding her breath wrapping her mouth around his cock until her nose was pressed against his firm abs, while a brunette in an equally disheveled state pressed her face against her ass and lapped hungrily there as though she had no greater care in the world then providing the man above her with a flawless rim job. One of the film crew members flashed him the sign that they were coming close to the time limit that he usually imposed, that if it ran much longer the film might be too long and with a nod of his head Micheal acknowledged the information, wrapping his hands in the hair of both the young women and roughly pulling them close together before him where they got to work kissing around his cock before he tensed, his cock twitched several times, and with a grunt of pleasure he came, moving both of them so that his seed would smear over their faces. Then, without giving them another glance as they fell upon each other in a tight embrace, working to lick each other clean, Micheal walked from where the cameras would be able to see him and signaled for a cut, another hit had just been finished and as the producer, director, and very often the star of many similar films he knew that his bank account would have a decent amount more in it at the end of the month because of this film and others like it. Normally when filming was done Micheal liked to take a day to relax, to take a very warm shower with his co-stars, take them out for a fine meal, and perhaps finish up the day with some more kinky sex which wouldn't be filmed... and of course could often get far rougher than what he released to the public. His sex life was a rather active one, given his work of choice of course and even outside the filming he enjoyed himself quite frequently with the starlets he worked with and other young women whom he met at fetish clubs... as physically satisfying as that all was though it still often left him feeling unfulfilled at the end and that thought troubled him more and more these days. After all his line of work made a proper relationship quite impractical, he enjoyed his work very much, and if sacrificing one aspect of his life so that he could still enjoy the rest of it then he would continue to do so... Today rather than just a little more physical fulfillment he had something else he had to do, a nearby university was having a town hall style discussion/debate about the emergency of the kinky and taboo into the mainstream through books like 50 Shades of Grey, similar adult novels, and of course the pornography that he and others made though the stuff he was involved with was some of the most widely viewed. Normally Micheal stayed out of this kind of spotlight, preferring to keep a somewhat solitary personal life when compared to the way that he put himself on film very often... this though was different from the day time shows that he was asked to do on occasion, this was a chance to have a mature discussion at one of the best respected universities in the country, a university that he had attended quite a while ago under a different name. So after his shower, where he was joined by his co-stars who were now laughing and making jokes about the experience, Micheal took time to carefully dress in a well tailored suit, to ensure that he was properly groomed before setting out to ensure that he arrived promptly. They had invited him as a guest of course and had promised him that there would be security on hand to keep any attempts to protest or interrupt well under control. Not that Dominic was worried though, while he expected some cat calls he wasn't some slob or pig like other producers in the same line of work, nor was he the jackass frat boy like the idiots who made 'reality porn'... he was a well-educated and well-read man who had a duel bachelors in history and psychology. As his Audi pulled into the parking lot Micheal was pleased to see not a single picketer with a sign attempting to block entry to the auditorium, only a trickle of college students in widely varying clothing slowly making their way in... they were early, but he appreciated it. Getting from the car Micheal took a moment to stretch his stiff body, languishing the fact that he might only be thirty-six years old, but already his body wasn't quite what it used to be. What had once taken two days a week in the gym to maintain now took five and while his body was still firm and fit he would eventually start to soften? Such morbid thoughts were the last thing that he needed though, especially when he had a debate rapidly approaching and so to drive away such thoughts he made his way towards a small coffee stand that he saw outside the theater, getting in line behind a few young women and a rather browbeaten looking young man of about the same age, being scolded for something he had apparently forgotten before rushing off to retrieve it. The sight of that made Micheal smirk a little. After all he had once been like that, though it felt like a lifetime ago... RE: Can She Rise to The Challenge? The warmth of summer was only a distant memory nowadays, the linger touch of warmth from the sun did dance and glitter on the arms and necks of the college students. But the mature trees that lined the main streets in the college were thick with flush colors of oranges and reds. Most of the leaves piled along sidewalks and street corners, and every now and again the tingle of autumns cools touch brush over bare arms and legs. Late September always brought out the last breaths of summer in the air. Tucked safe and sound in her college dormitory, Vanessa Lutz was in there with a group of her friends. All of them dressed very nicely, and sitting around the large dormitory. Many of them chatting, and reading. The topic on their minds, the speaker at the auditorium. Hisses of how disgusting it was, and how awful it was to even encourage that type of behavior. The leader of this little gaggle of girls was Vanessa herself. Unlike the others, she wasn’t speaking. She was overwhelmed with to many emotions about this it was hard for her to become a part of their catty conversation. She was standing in front of her vanity, brushing her hair over her right shoulder. Her hair was so thick it was hard to get a brush through it as she pulled and yanked here and there. With each time she removed the brush from hair, it would fluff and flip back out in thick waves. And was a deep rich color of auburn. She was the only red head out of her group, while all the others were brunettes or blondes. She loved her hair, and took great pride in its glossy true color. Each waves of her hair fell around her shoulders and danced around her face like a frame. She was a beautiful young woman nowadays, and a lot of people had a hard time realizing this, mostly her father. Reaching up, she grabbed a large clip from her vanity desk and clipped up her long hair. Allow pieces of it to hang around her face and shoulders. Her face held high cheeks bones, lightly dusted with a pink blush, while plump lips had been laid with soft pink lipstick and wet gloss. Giving her lips a perfectly plump look. Her eyes, were large and were the high light of her face. Her irises the lightest blue, and her eye lips painted in a gentle purple shimmer. Only lines of eyeliner and mascara did she wear. She did not wear a lot of make up. For one, she thought it looked trashy, and second, she didn’t need to wear a lot. She was beautiful without it. Her skin was the color of lightly tanned cream and just as smooth. Her eyes, never looking away from the mirror once she pulled her hair up on her head. For a second, she just looked at herself.“….. Vanessa, are you ready to go?” One her friends asked impatiently from her seat near the door. Vanessa shot her a look of, “shut it” as she girl closed up her mouth. Vanessa looked back at herself and ran her hands down the front of her torso. She was a small, and slender girl. Only standing at about 5’4 and weighting only 108 max. She was thick in the right places. She wore a tank top style, empire waist dress that stopped at just above her knees. It was a soft baby blue in color that matched her eyes. And covered her body in the most proper fashion, while still being flirty just above the knee. Once more she brushed her hands down her dress to make sure there were no wrinkles. She couldn’t look frumpy at this event. She was going to be in front of a lot of her classmates. As those hands ran down her body she felt her curves. She wore a 38B, and if they were pulled up tightly in a white lacy bra under that blue dress. While those perky breasts moved down to a very tight and slim tummy. Her bottom, which was nicely enhanced by the style of her waist attracting dress held her bottom in an up position. Leading to a pair of long, soft legs. Her feet, small and cute were tucked into a paid of white Mary Jane type heels.“Yes…. I’m ready…. Lets got meet this sicko…” She said softly as she turned. She was used to picketing at porno openings, book releases about such indecencies to women, but it was harder to interrupt a school function. But, he shouldn’t be encouraging this behavior towards women, or for them to make women think they want to do those things. A very outgoing activist in this area, she had many other strong opinions about things, but nothing as strong as this. Porn made her sick to her stomach, and the very thought of this man…have director, produced, and stared in many of his own films sickened her. The group of girls readied themselves to leave, as Vanessa grabbed her soft white cotton jacket and put it on. Beautiful jewelry hung from her ears and neck, everyone knew she was a princess. But a princess with a voice. A bossy and know it all princess, which many boys had made advances to, but had always been shot down. Walking out with her friends, they made their way out of the girls dormitories and out onto the college campus streets. Vanessa cute little white heels clicking on the sidewalk as they made their way to the auditorium. She was glad she brought her jacket as she pulled it closer to her and buttoned a few of the pearl like buttons on her chest. The gentle breeze causing the leaves on the ground to rustle and dance along the sidewalk. She didn’t say much on their way, and her friends didn’t bother her. They knew she was worried about interrupting this. It could get in trouble with the administration. The auditorium was a large building, but had the look and appeal of an old courthouse. This college had been here forever, and a lot of it looked very old, as well as the cobblestone sides. Vanessa’s eyes looked up at the building were groups of kids were coming in and out. They were bit early, but that was a good thing. Those big blue eyes caught site of the coffee stand and a smile parted her lovely lips.“Hey girls, go get us some seats near the middle or the front. I am going to get something to chill me out.” She said as the girls all agreed with her and headed into the building. Her shoes clicking as she made her way to the line, pulling her small white purse around to her front and popped it open as she dug for a few dollars. She had a lot of cards from daddy, but rarely carried cash. She looked up as the whipped man came running back to the front of the line with the group of girls that was still ordering. They said some shitty things to him, and he just took it. This made Vanessa cock a brow but shrugged and turned her head back down to look into her purse. Unaware the man, she was about to bother was standing in front of her in line. RE: Can She Rise to The Challenge? Watching as the man ran off Micheal was tempted to say something, it was not something that he enjoyed seeing, a man so browbeaten and clearly whipped. He held back though, biting his tongue. He was of course entitled to form his own opinion about what he saw, but it was not his place to give his opinion without first learning more about it. When he saw a young man who was whipped and unhappy looking... there might actually be a young man who took pleasure of being so terribly. In his many years he had learned quite a bit over the years, he was a dominant man who took his own pleasure from control and the occasional indulgence of sadistic impulse, but not every other man was the same way, while he might not understand the impulses there were those who enjoyed being submissive and a large number who fell into a much more vanilla category... though he would argue that those who considered themselves vanilla would likely just need to take a little time to explore a little bit more, people in his experience fell somewhere on a spectrum of dominant or submissive... mild or extreme people just needed to learn where they fell. Still he couldn't help but think the younger man looked unhappy when he returned, going through motions for what Micheal guessed would be some mediocre sex, the woman who clearly wore the pants there was pretty enough but just screamed repressed to Micheal's experienced eyes. Feeling as though something had to be said, anything really before he went off and ended up offending the group before him, he turned, leaning back towards the very pretty little red head behind him in the line, taking in her appearance in a moment and liking what he saw though he gave little sign of this beyond a slight twitch of his lips. “It seems like someone is getting the raw end of that arrangement.” He whispered with a conspiratorial tone, doing his best to ensure that only the red head heard what it was that he said. Fortunately it seemed that the people he was commenting on didn't hear what had been said, and they carried on, getting their orders and departing swiftly while Micheal moved forward. The red head was cute, but he was on a schedule and if he were to show up to his own debate late then it would just give any would be critics or opposition that he have more to accuse him of. Swiftly Micheal ordered his own beverage, a quad shot Americano which was easy to prepare and swiftly paid for, a few crisp bills withdrawn from his wallet and passed to the barista with a small smile, another smile for his momentary conspirator before making his way into the auditorium. For a few moments he had to freeze in place, it was as if the place had never changed. The same posters for the same plays put on every year still hung in frames in the lobby, the very faint smell of faint popcorn remained in the air, even the carpet which must have been replaced looked the same. Years ago he had taken place in organized debates in this very auditorium, and it felt like going home. He had to wonder if his old dorm room was still that off-white color with the creaky box spring... but he couldn't reminisce all day long and with a chuckle he made his way through a door in the side of the lobby and to the back of the auditorium, standing behind the curtain just a few moments later and when the signal was given and the lights had dimmed Micheal just strolled out into the center stage, knowing the spotlight would be on him... he was used to being the center of attention and now was only different because he was wearing his clothes.“You all know who I am, or at least I hope you do.” He said with a smile, lifting the mike to his mouth, he had chosen to use an older microphone rather than the newer headsets available. “My name is at the top of the announcement for this arrangement, any of you who don't already know what I do for a living... well please visit one of the websites I own and become familiar with my work... could always use more money.” That part got a chuckle, he might be something that most of them didn't understand, but he could be a charming son of a bitch. “But really... the sort of things I am interested in are becoming more mainstream, many of you might have questions and I would be happy to answer any of them to my best ability...” RE: Can She Rise to The Challenge? Vanessa was busy rummaging though her purse when she watched the man run by her and back to the front of the line. She watched this young man, and cocked a brow. She looked little bothered by this interaction. Furthermore, she didn’t believe in anyone being treated like this, man or woman. Turning her eyes away as she looked back into her small white purse. She hadn’t noticed the man in front of her, leaning back to talk to her. Pulling a few bucks from the bottom of purse she smiled in a small victory, then heard the voice of the man in front of her. Those huge blue eyes to look up at the man. She would smile at this comment he made and nodded in agreement. Taking a moment to brush some of her thick hair from her face and behind her ear.“Tell me about it…..It's ridiculous.” She joked back as quietly, so the group before them wouldn’t hear. Once they left, she watched them go and shook her head to the girls walking into the auditorium. Letting her purse fall back to her hip she would stand herself back up straight. Fixing her small white jacket to her torso, always fidgeting with herself to make sure she looked presentable. It was a curse giving to her by her mother. When your father is of such high status in the community, you always had to look your best. Waiting until the man before her left to inside the auditorium, as she walked up and got herself a quick cup caramel ice. Thanking the man, and paying him she would turn and headed inside. It was such an old place, but she loves the fact this place had been here forever. It held a nostalgic beauty. Taking and deep breath, she readied herself as she walked in to the auditorium. She looked around at the people. There was a good amount there, most of them….agreed with this man’s stance on life. Seeing her group of friends near the middle of the rows she made her way to the seat and sat down. She looked out onto the stage, and just wanted. Then, he walked out. The man that stood in front of her in line for coffee. He began to talk, and joke with the giggling crowd as she made a disgusted face. She had enjoyed the interaction she had with that man, and it made her sick she even remotely smiled at him and agreed with him for a fraction of a second. Moving her lips as if she had a bad taste in her mouth she pushed her coffee off the cup shoulder and onto the floor. “Gross” She mumbled to herself. The girls and boys around her began to raise their hands, and ask questions to their speaker. None of them, bad questions. All curious about this lifestyle, and the more Vanessa sat there and listened the more angry she became. Not only at the man, infecting this people but that these fellow people believed in this. As there was a moment, she would raise her hand. Once called upon, she would stand in her seat.“Yes…. I have a question” She said as some people looked at her, others kept their eyes on the stage. Many girls in the group wanting to ask to be participants in his films and the men….wanted to be him.“How do you sleep at night?” She asked him, putting her hands on her hips. “How do you sleep at night, knowing that so many girls….who, so… ‘Willingly’ committed to being a part of your deranged sexual acts…..have blown their own brains out?” Her friend smiled. She took a deep breath, looked around the room at her peers.“And how do you….feel this way. Why do you want to be slaves? This is abuse to yourselves!” Her eyes looked back to the man on stage.“So please, tell me……do you sleep good at night knowing you a monster of the porn industry? How can you rest….knowing how many lives you ruin.” She brushed that hair from her face again, “You’re an infection to society. Taking away all that is beautiful and pure about love and the act of love making….and making into….sick and degrading acts. Its horrible….and it shouldn’t be the porn girls who take their lives….it should be those that instigate it.” Her words were harsh, some people whispered about them, others were a gasp….and said nothing….eyes wife as they waited for the man on stage to answer her. Micheal was at home on the stage and as the questions began he answered them with smiles and often a small joke to keep the crowd amused. Of course, it was great publicity, but he hadn't come here because he wanted publicity, he was here to be challenged and find a little bit of spirited discussion. Still it seemed that perhaps he wouldn't be getting that and Micheal resigned himself to enjoying what he was able to get, doing his best to keep the crowd entertained and on his side when he had practically no opposition. One particular remark that got him some uproarious laughter came from a frat boy who asked if he could have a summer job in the films Micheal made, clearly out for some chuckles himself, only to have it turned on his head when Micheal told him that there was an opening for a whipping boy in some of the Freedom movies that he produced. The crowd liked that comment and the frat boy just sat right down, the stupid disruption gone as quickly as it had been started and Micheal had gained a bit more respect from the crowd. Hell a few of the young women even asked if it was considering doing any casting at their school, he would smile at them, asking for them to give him a little spin for him and some showed some potential but just being attractive wasn't enough for the films that he enjoyed making the most. They weren't just seeing him as a pornographer anymore, they were seeing him as a human being, not so different from them and that of course was an important step. Still he was bored with this proceeding, he hadn't wanted a disruption, but really he would have liked having some kind of protest that might at least give him some kind of challenge, harder to humanize yourself against the sort of baseless accusations that might be made. Then a hand came up and Micheal smiled to see the pretty red head he had noticed at the coffee stand. With a smile he indicated her, hoping that she might ask to be in a film, hell he would put her there in a moment or at the very least enjoy a little time with her off camera where things could be even more interesting, a more honest experience in his mind than what he got on screen. He did his best to use those with an actual interest in BDSM in his films but every once in a while he had to resort to an amateur without any obvious interest in the subject, trying to awaken something within them before putting them on camera to ensure a better reaction. Her question though, at the same time that it brought a smile to his face it also disappointed him. True she was challenging him, but she wasn't doing a very good job of it. Her question was little more than a straight forward attack, no real challenge in facing it straight on because trying to avoid it would just cause some trouble. He waited politely for her to finish speaking and smiled at her when she was done, descending the steps of the stage and approaching slowly. “That was more than one question, so please let me address your points one at a time, now in truth I sleep extremely well every night, in a very large bed, often with at least one very satisfied young lady.” Again he got some chuckled but less than before, it seemed that the crowd was approaching the fence that he had wanted to keep them from sitting on. “Now this talk of suicide, it's true that every once in a while there is a terrible tragedy where a young man or woman takes their life... there are often quite a few reasons for these tragedies that tend to involve an underlying medical condition or some immensely unfortunate circumstances. I am however happy to say that to the best of my knowledge not a single person who has ever stared in one of my productions has ever killed themselves. I pay the stars of my films well above the industry standard, I ensure that every employee I hire is drug tested and won't tolerate anything more than a little bit of pot.” Of course that alone wouldn't sway the crowd, it might keep them from turning against him, but it was a stalling tactic, and he had to win their support back. “But I think that it's my turn to ask some questions... taking a look at you, the way you dress, the way you speak... I would hazard a guess that you are from a well off family... upper middle class at the very least. Now you are rather fortunate, because of your family you are able to attend school, you are able to avoid going hungry, and of course you have a roof over your head. Now many of the young women who work for me, and please keep in mind that I also produce some Freedom films that show men being in the same sort of situation that you are so against, are not so fortunate as you. Would you rather that these young women continue to struggle and work countless hours off the books just to ensure that they can keep themselves well-fed and off the streets and what right do you have to judge others for what they do in order to survive in a world that you have never had to live in?” There was a pause while he waited for it to sink in, crowd silent now and listening carefully. “I know you find my work morally objectionable, you think I am taking away from love but in truth what I do has nothing to do with love... it's all about instinct. I could kill myself, and you might be momentarily pleased by that... but I suspect before long your happiness would fade away rather quickly when my place in the industry was taken by someone else, someone who might not mind if he hires drug addicts and encourages their needs just to ensure that he has to pay them a little less, who might scrimp on STI testing just to save a few bucks.” Playing himself as the good guy, compared to who his competitors were he really was the good guy. Vanessa had listened to the chatter for a long time before she even stood up. The more the people agreed with him, the more angry she became. This was so wrong, she couldn’t even begin to think of how these people could even think this way. She was just as frustrated with the people in the audience as she was with the man preaching to them. She almost had to force herself to focus her rage on the man, not the people. It wasn’t their fault their minds were twisted by this sick acts. When she had stood, and began to speak. She knew right then she had spoken too much and that she was going to get his full attention. Once she was finished, she took a breath and waited on him. She didn’t have to wait long. He had turned on her on a dime. She crossed her arms over her chest as he walked down the steps and came down to talk to her. When he pointed out, it was more than one questions, she nodded and lifted her hand to her chest.“I know, my apologizes.” She said, she could be a bitch, but she knew that this was a conversation no matter how heated it is. As she said this, she allowed him to talk. She was unaware that if she had been the only girl raise her hand and asked to be in a film he would take her up on her offer. But of course, this was the one girl out of the group that didn’t want to be anywhere near it. Her pretty little dress…and her prefect hair just screamed to get harassed. She was porno perfect for breaking. When he made the comment about having satisfied woman in his bed she rolled her eyes and crossed her arms. She stood her in place, but it wasn’t far from the isle he was walking down to meet up with her face to face.“Yes, on the topic of suicide…..most of those people are mentally ill in some way or another….but just as drug and alcohol abuse will fill their desire to leave this world, the same has to be said for sexually pornography gratification which…in itself is just as addicting. Perpetuating the cycle of abuse, mental illness and death….. If a person has a sexual addiction fed by depression, it does not need to be star lit and allow others to get pleasure from their in torment while some other person jams a cock in their throat….” Her friends eye got big when Vanessa said cock. It shocked them, Vanessa never said….dirty words. But it was firing her up just thinking about any male, or female being subjugated to this acts while others got enjoyment out of it. She then allowed him to talk once she spoke on suicide. The group of audience, listened to her on that and was talking softly. But, as he began to ask her questions, she held out her hand as if to ask him to proceed in asking her. Her eyes never left him, it was as if no one else was in the room, and she was just talking to him. It was not enjoyable, but she was just talking to him. Even though….lots of people were listening. She would answer him with a nod,“Yes, I come from a very well off family.” She allowed him to speak about how she didn’t know the pain these other people in the porn’s go though. That he paid them well, to keep them feed and a roof over their heads. She sneered at this and almost laughed.“Those women, could have so much more…than what you give them. If you want to ’give back’ to these men and women you exploit. When really what they need is an education and the chance to be more than someone’s 45 minutes of whacking off.” Her friends…once more….dropped their jaws. How the hell was she talking like this?! They almost asked her to change her words if shocked them so much. “Yes, you’re helping them, paying for them homes…and they are off the streets….but off the streets, in the film room? There is no difference. Both places you are being used for nothing more than money…..so…in all….that’s all these people are….slave to the dollar for a good fuck. I believe you company is safe and clean…but that doesn’t take away from the fact It's nothing different from walking the streets…. These men and woman need more out of life…than this to be their passion. I’m sure none of these people thought to themselves, “I can't wait to grow up and get face fucked for a living” Her friends gasped, one covered her mouth in shocked. The audience…on the other hand…..liked it. They liked her fire, her pep…her cussing…it was hot. For a prefect princess to talk about face fucking was making them like her. She shook her head and took a breath.“Excuse me Michael, That was inappropriate of me, but the point I make still stands….” Then he bought up her last point….and she took a deep breath. Shacking her head.“You and I can go around and around all day long on the last two points we have made…..as those are topics that can be found in statistics. This last point….you have now addressed is not. I know there a people out there…much worse than you. And those people too….and just as sick, and twisted as all the things you enjoy…..without your charm, or attention to details……but that does not mean that one should rely on in their sexual experiences to go for instinct. Rape…comes from instinct. The urge the drive to take it, just because. The power of taking it, the carnal lust to take him or her….to in slave a person at that moment is gratifying on a level others can not see….. But, it's an empty lust. There is nothing more…and never will be. Animal instinct it just that….animal. It means nothing, it thinks not of others….why not make love like humans. To feel everything….to be one with someone, not just physically but in all ways. To please each other…not just one being used to please….. Love will always be more intoxication than lust. Unless……” she took a deep breath and looked around the room, “Unless was an evolving backwards….and in that case, that microphone might as well be a club” The group laughed as she made her joke. The people in the audience, liked what she had to say. She spoke from the heart, not the lust. And she had touched the people. For a moment….it seemed as if they were rethinking their actions of watching hours of porn…..and not spending it with someone else that could have given them more. He let her talk, honestly it might have been smart to try to stop her at some point because the crowd seemed to be responding to her, but really Micheal was enjoying the sight of her, the language she was using, the way her friends were reacting to it, this red head was a little fire cracker and in truth he longed to have a chance to bring her to heel. He could already see it right now, her on her knees, on his leash, makeup smeared but that defiant look in her eyes before he made sure to break her of that streak... but he doubted she would be easily broken and that alone would make her all the more enjoyable for him to play with. Being challenged, he had wanted it and because of that he had found something more to interest him... oh he could have quite a bit of fun with her as a plan was already forming in his mind, a way to draw her in closer. When she was done he waited for the crowd to stop laughing, appearing to give it some serious consideration before he was ready to go for the throat and from there lay a trap that he doubted she would be able to easily avoid... no he suspected she would plunge into it.“You think that being an actress or an actor in the world of adult entertainment is no different from walking the streets?” He asked slowly, as though wanting her to clarify it. “Then I think you are living a rather detached life. In the real world women who sell their bodies on the streets are frequently beaten, raped, and murdered, forced into the life by a pimp who keeps all the money. Now I might not be a perfect man, fifty years ago my sexual tastes would have seen me in an institution, but I don't force anyone to do anything. Everyone I have ever worked with chose to work with me of their own free will, they are welcome to stop a shoot at any time they feel they are no longer safe or comfortable.” What little laughter remained died off now, he wasn't just playing the friendly and cheerful producer anymore but instead showing that he was more than willing to get serious and reveal the truth.“Now you don't have to be face fucked for a pay check, you don't have to do anything for a pay check at all I suspect. There are many people out there who don't have parents who can support them through school, there are many people out there who want to have the same opportunities as you but just can't afford it. Now they can go and get a job busing tables and put themselves through a community college, take three years to get a two-year associates degree before trying to get to a University with what little they have saved... or if they chose too perhaps they can make enough money for a year at this very college with just a few hours work. Now tuition has probably gone up, but I have no doubt that with five films and a handful of photo shoots with my company a young woman who happens to be inclined towards submissive sexual acts can afford to go to school full-time for two semesters, a privilege that you take for granted.” He might be able to stop there, perhaps that was enough to prove his point, but the crowd wasn't laughing now, and he knew there was blood in the water... and he wanted to keep going. “Now I won't pretend this is an easy choice most of the time for those who do come to work with me... but it is a choice that you can't understand because you have never had to make it.” A deep breath now, a pause for dramatic effect just in case she was going to start speaking before he began again. “That's the core of it though isn't it, you don't understand. You try to judge me and claim that what I do is evil but in truth I am just providing something completely legal that people want. Now of course most of the people who watch my films are men, but men aren't the only ones with these fantasies, books like Fifty Shades of Grey are proving that even the average housewife can have a secret fantasy about a BDSM lifestyle. What you call degrading I call liberating, people have always had these desires, some want to serve and others want to be served... but now it is out in the open and I see no reason why we should try to repress it any further.” There were applause now, not everyone agreed with him, but he had won back the crowds favor and was being taken more seriously now because he had been challenged. Flipping off his microphone he leaned a little closer to his challenged, crossing into what might be considered an intimate space. “Now maybe you want to be given an opportunity to gain an understanding, an opportunity that if taken could see you rewarded with me retiring and donating any future proceeds from the sale of my work to the charity of your choice... if that interests you then see me backstage in ten minutes.” He knew his own time was up, he wasn't the only speaker though he was the headliner and with a smile on his face and his head held high Micheal made his way back up to the stage and behind the curtain again. Vanessa didn’t interrupt, that would be rude. She had spoken her peace and now it as his turn. She did know how to go about having a conversation, even if she didn’t like the topic of discussion. Furthermore, she crossed her arms over her chest as she listened. Her friends were just beside themselves and wanted to leave given this conversation had gotten little to rough for their ears, but Vanessa stood like a champ. Taking in what he had to say and shook her head in disagreement, but didn’t say anything. She knew he was turning the people back around, and she was ok with it. She knew those people in there liked his sick porn, and liked to be treated like shit, or like to treat others that way. It was a sad image of the human race, and it made her sick. Once the crowd started cheering and clapping, and he turned off his microphone she knew they were done talking. She took a deep breath and sighed, hanging her head in a slight defeat. She knew she wasn’t going to change a crowds minds that already thought this way. Her friends were looking up at her, as they began to talk among each other, and the people were talking as well. Vanessa reached up to brush from hair from her face…when he leaned in a spoke to her….he leaned in little to close. If she jumped bit and looked up at him. He stood quite bit taller than her, as she sneered at him and bent herself backwards bit. She listened to what he said to her, and cocked a brow. As fast as he spoke to her, he was gone, and on the stage. She blinked a few times, as what he said to sunk in. Sitting down slowly, she frowned her brow and sat there. Her hands in her lap. She understood, she didn’t need to be taught anything about this lifestyle….but, the allure of his proposal made her stop for a second and think. The one friend who was sitting near her had heard the comment he made to her. The friend turned to her and sighed.“Vanessa…you’re not really thinking about this, are you? He is just trying to mess with your head.” She touched Vanessa’s shoulder, but Vanessa brushed her hand off.“So what if he is….what if he's telling the truth?… I could at lest shut down one sick porn system…” Vanessa said to her friend as her friend shook her head.“No, He is lying.” Vanessa stood as her friend held out her hand to her, “Vanessa, this is madness…what will you father say!?” She shouted, but Vanessa was already walking out of the auditorium and into the main hallway, heading back around to the backstage hallways. Her friend immediately turned to the group and told them what Vanessa was doing. In a rush they all rushed out to stop her, but…by the time they reached the main lobby, she was gone.*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~**~*~*~*~*~*~*~*Her hands pressed down on the large handle of the backstage door. She stepped inside, it was dark back there as all the lights were shining on the stage as the next speaker was already up, and some louder music was playing. The stagehands were already working away. She gulped, maybe she should go….she took a few steps backwards and her back pressed against the door. Taking a deep breath, she looked around the dark of the backstage. She thought about all the times, she picketed and all the times she stood up for others for all things. From abortion to porn, and all the times she stood behind her father and his Champaign. Now, she had a chance to really change something….taking a deep breath she walked into the darkness. She could hear some people talking, and saw him in the distance. Fixing her jacket she would wait near him, while he was busy. She took a moment to rest her back against the wall, listening to the speaker that was up on the stage. At lest Michael was a smart man, this one was going on about the love of butt sex and gay porn. She rolled her eyes, she would love to give that man a piece of her mind as well. Leaning her back against the wall, and crossed her legs and arms. Her long legs pushing out from her pretty dress as she's waiting, she could feel her heart racing. This was something she would not find herself doing, but here she was. It was almost like a drive in her head that pushed her forward, while all of her wanted to go back.

Can She Rise to The Challenge_ (beautifulgothgirl and google)|rating:3.0

The Dusklands IC

After many days' hard trekking through the wilderness, you've found yourself at your destination: the ancient Dwarves city of Path-Kegeth. Your goal: to discover why a merchant caravan from Red brook, a week's hike to the north, is four weeks overdue to return. Path-Kegeth sits on the edge of the region of the world known as the Dusk lands - a terrible place filled with goblin bandits, and wandering orc tribes - as the last bastion of true civilization in this part of the world. Standing on a hilltop beneath the brilliant eternally-orange sky - the phenomenon from which the Dusk lands take their name - you gaze upon the entry to the city below: an artificial stone plateau with a large ramp made of stacked blocks leading up to it, then to a towering gate seemingly hewed from the side of the mountain. The smoking remnant of what appears to have been a bonfire sits in the center of the plateau, and the gates of the city stand shut. Palatial had been sent out with this robot and a human to find what had happened to a lost trade caravan. It was a simple job, and not too interesting for him. The human had run into around town However, it paid him to wander another unexplored region for the Order of the Natural World. One of the many explorers employed by the order, it was Palatial's sworn duty to map the regions he passed through. Thanks to his ability to turn into a bird, he could obtain accurate bird's eye views of the regions." Well, no point waiting. Let's go forward into the city, shall we?" If you're so eager, lead the way, Scarlet says, surprisingly sarcastic for a robot. As you top the ramp onto the plateau, you find it empty save for the smoldering remains of the bonfire and a few large holes, covered with rusted metal grate. Spoiler: DC 15 Architecture camp; Engineering Hide The holes are probably ventilation ducts for the great forges far below. The grates are to keep careless people from falling in, though some of them appear to be in sorry shape. Closer inspection of the bonfire reveals that it is not truly a bonfire - rather, it's the charred wreck of a wooden wagon and the corpse of at least one mule, though that's all you can identify without actually sifting through the wreck. "We-heeeell, that explains where our caravan's got to... and doesn't explain at all why it got there. Uhm, anyone feel like searching through all that junk? 'Cause I don't." Rose wasn't taking this completely seriously, though she was certainly on edge. To be sure, she'd been in worse situations. But there was one thing bugging her." Say,"she wondered aloud, kicking the grate,"What'CIA think's down there? I bet they use these holes to chuck stuff that they don't want around. And if they've just been burning our caravans, well..." Rose trailed off, having apparently claimed at least partial ownership of or responsibility for the caravans, and looked to the others for affirmation. "I, for one, do not mind going through this wagon. It may not be our caravan. I expected that to be a bit larger. While I prefer the use of air and water, I am trained in manipulating all the elements." Palatial walked up to the wagon and telekinetically ripped the fire from the wagon, throwing it onto the stone platform, where it would have no fuel to continue burning. Once the fire had been taken from the wagon, Palatial began to sift through the wagon. Rose stared." Neat trick. Well, I'll leave you to it, I guess. Let me know if you find anything cool!" Scarlet keeps an eye out, scanning the distance for anything that might try to surprise the group. When Rose kicks the grate, she notices that the bars budge a little, and some cracked pieces of stone break free and fall into the darkness below. As Palatial digs through the wreck, it becomes clear that there was at least one other wagon here (which has at this point burnt down to little more than ash), as well as at least two more mule corpses. There are no signs of any human remains, or any of the supplies that the caravan was hauling. You do note that the mules have suffered more damage than just by fire - their legs have been broken by some form of blunt instrument and their hides bear deep gashes. Spoiler: Scarlet Hide You don't see anything. So what's the deal here? What are we looking at? Scarlet asks Palatial. "Well, there are what's left of two wagons - the number in the caravan - and the skeletons of several poor mules. No trade goods or humanoid remains either." Kalathiel responded to his constructed companion." And one more interesting item of note: These mules were killed before they were burned. I noticed damage to their legs. Broken and slashed." The silence on the plateau begins to become deafening as you all realize just how deserted this place is. The gate to the city looms tall and ominous above you, as though foreshadowing things to come. The stillness is interrupted by a low rumble from the east - a storm is approaching. Spoiler: IOC Hide Everyone make a Spot check. Spoiler: Spot Hide (1d20-1)[10] Storm coming in, Scarlet remarks. She mutters a few words and a shield-sized dome of force appears over her head, working as a makeshift umbrella for when the rain arrives. Spoiler: IOC Hide Casting Shield. If you feel that's too metadata, even with the logic provided, I'll edit this post to not have it up. Spoiler: Palatial and Rose Hide Atop the gate-tower, you spot a dwarf with a short bow. He has an arrow knocked, and appears to be aiming at your party. Spoiler: Scarlet Hide You see nothing. Spoiler: IOC Hide Surprise Round! Scarlet is unaware of what's going on, but Palatial and Rose can react to the roof-dwarf with the bow. Just to save time and hassle, I'm going with group initiative using the best modifier from those who know that combat is happening Dwarf initiative: (1d20+0)[19] Palatial + Rose initiative: (1d20+8)[28] After the surprise round is resolved, JNA, you will just join the rest of the party in the turn order. Palatial spotted a dwarf atop a tower, aiming a crossbow at him and began to react in combat. His body shifted, becoming avian and sprouting black feathers. His legs turned into bird-like talons and his face grew a beak. From one of his many waterskis, he pulled out a blast of water and flung it at the dwarf in the tower with his elemental control." Try to keep him alive. I wish to interrogate him." Spoiler: IOC Hide Activating Monstrous Beast Skin Exhibition as a move action. I then use Land-Strike Wrath to make an unarmed attack at the dwarf from however far away I am. If it is 30 feet or fewer, then attack below is as follows. If it 30–60 feet away, then the attack is made at a -2 penalties. Also, dealing nonlethal with the unarmed attack. (1d20+8)[16] (1d6+5)[9] HP: 24 AC: 19 Rose, on the other hand, just shoots the guy with a longbow. Because hey, why not?(1d20+4)[19](1d20+4)[9](Confirm if I threaten)(1d8+2)[4](Damage if I hit) Struck by an arrow and a blast of water, the dwarf slumps to the ground apparently unconscious. Suddenly, however, you hear a great clanking noise as the massive gates of Path-Kegeth swing open. A squad of four dwarves comes marching out in diamond formation, wielding vicious-looking war axes in one hand and carrying large shields in the other. The first three are dressed alike in scale mail, but the fourth marches behind the others and wears a blood-red cloak and hood over his mail. The cloaked one gives a shout, and they come to a halt, two of them strapping their axes to their bodies and drawing short bows, aiming at Palatial and Rose. The captain speaks, his voice loud and rough,"You are trespassing on the lands of the great dwarves city of Path-Kegeth. Drop your weapons and surrender now, and I will show you mercy. Fail to comply, and my soldiers will end your trespassing without hesitation." Spoiler: IOC Hide The dwarves spend their turn getting into position and making threats. Scarlet is now aware of what's going on (since an angry dwarf shouting at you is hard to miss), so carry on with the current initiative order. Palatial reverted to his normal even form, and put his hands up." I don't wield weapons, but use my fists. We're just investigating a missing caravan for the town of Red brook." Peace, peace! We come in peace! Scarlet says, raising her hands. Rose scowled." I suppose that the administration of the great dwarves city of Path'Teeth don't believe in the free movement of peoples". She slung her bow back on her back, and gave the cloaked dwarf a look which said Challenge me over the specifics of whether I've dropped my weapon, and you get a knife to the gut." I guess that's why you burned our caravan, too, because they were "Trespassing" on your bloody land. Well, I guess we have our answer." She picked up the unconscious archer and dumped him mock-ceremoniously at the feet of the front dwarf." Oh, and take your assassin back. I don't want the bastard." Spoiler: IOC Hide If you're really ruling that we're still in combat and I can't do all of that, then fine, I'll do something different. The cloaked dwarf glares fiercely at Rose, then grunts to his soldiers,"Take them,"he then looks each of you square in the eye, and adds"If you resist, you will die." Each of you soon finds an armored dwarf standing next to you with a set of manacles. They begin the process of putting them on you. Spoiler: IOC Hide The dwarves (with the exception of the leader) have put away their weapons to chain you up. If you choose to play along, they'll just put the manacles on and then drag you off. If you choose to resist, I'll put us back into combat time, but for now don't worry about action economy or initiative. Scarlet sighs, but holds her hands out, allowing them to be shackled. Palatial stuck his hands out to the dwarf in front of him and allowed them to be shackled. He was unconcerned, as he could easily break out of them by warping his body into that of a small raven, or could simply blast his foes with air." If I may, can I ask if the travelers whose caravan this was been also arrested for treason?" The guards shackle Palatial and Scarlet quickly and efficiently. Kalathiel finds himself cut off before he can even mention the caravan,"You may ask nothing, the dwarf-captain says. He doesn't even bother making eye contact, he's too busy glaring at Rose (whose guard has begun the process of shackling her, even without cooperation). Spoiler: If Rose chooses not to resist... Hide The guards chain your shackles together into a long line, and form a perimeter around you. The captain takes hold of your chain and begins to drag you through the gates. As you enter, you see two unarmored dwarves run by and retrieve the archer who had initially assaulted you, dragging him down a set of stairs to parts unknown. The captain leads you through corridor after corridor, down countless flights of stairs, until you find yourself in a cramped dungeon. The guards stop you, and strip you of your clothing and equipment, giving you only a coarse, itchy sackcloth tunic as a replacement. As you step through the door into the cell block, you find your respected noses assaulted by the combined scent of blood, urine, unwashed bodies, and - most noticeably - feces. The guards remove your chains and shackles, and shove you into a cramped cell with rusty iron bars, carved roughly into the stone wall of the room, then lock the door behind you. The only furnishings are two cots, muddy straw on the floor, and a bucket. The only light comes from the torches along the walls outside the cells. From your cell, you only have a direct line-of-site to the cells across from you, where a man sits on his cot. He's ragged, dirty, and unshaven, and he wears the same tunic as the rest of you. You can see other people - humans and dwarves alike - in similar condition in the other cells. The captain steps in front of the door, "Welcome to the dungeon, your new home for the rest of your pitiful little lives. For trespassing on the lands of Path-Kegeth, your sentence is life in this dungeon, and to be made into gladiators for the entertainment of all the citizens of Path-Kegeth, and for the glory of the blood god. Any questions? Too bad. And with that, he and his guards left, closing the stone door of the dungeon behind them. Be a hero, I thought. Help a lost caravan, I thought. What would the risk be? I thought. Scarlet says bitterly. Well, looks like I thought wrong. "Oh, don't give up hope!"says Rose, with a grin on her face that says'm going to do a series of really stupid things in the hope that at least one of them works. Grabbing a fistful of straw, she starts jamming it into the lock maniacally. Spoiler: Rolls Hide Open lock take 20 = 28 30 (+10, -2 for improvised tools). Disregard, I have Improvised Item Proficiency If someone objects and I need to do it in a hurry (1d20+8)[20] 22 If I can't open the lock, Disable Device to break it open instead (1d20+7)[25] 27 Palatial looked at Rose's strange attempt to break out of the door. It was an odd attempt, but it may work. Nonetheless, Palatial had a plan of his own. He altered his form again, this time becoming a normal raven, not a hybrid creature he typically used in combat. Once he had altered his form, he merely stepped through the bars of the door, and walked across the hallway to the cell across from them, and reverted to an arctic elf." Excuse me? Could you please answer a few questions I have? What blood god was the captain talking about, and how long has the city been like this?" Just as Palatial hops through the bars, Rose's madcap straw-shoving produces click!from the cell's lock. The man in the cell across the hall turns to the source of the sound, but then jumps back when Palatial reverts to elf-form in front of him." Please, not so loud! You don't want the guards coming in here while you're not in your cell,"he whispers,"I don't know how long the city's been like this, but I used to make trips here regularly and it's not normal. I don't know who this 'blood god' is either, but I've never heard of him or her before this trip. Your friend said that you were rescuing a caravan - are you from Red brook?" "Yeah,"whispered Rose to the man,"And we'd quite like to make it back there in short order. Do you want help out of there, do you know where they keep our stuff, and do you have any idea where the way out is?" "Oh, and KAL, Scar, you two had better be able to beat people about without a weapon, because I need something that at least LOOKS like one before I can do any damage." I'm not much without my gear, Scarlet says. But I can smash stuff reasonably well. I won't feel like me until I get it all back, though. "I do not wear armor or use weapons to fight. I shall be able to fight well." Palatial turned to the man in the cell." How long have you been in this cell?" "I don't know how long we've been here, they brought my men down to these dungeons, and we haven't seen the light of day since. Now then, I can show you the way out, but first I need you to get me out of this cell, and help me free my men from their cells, I can't leave them here to die." "Consider it done." Rose starts freeing the man and his compatriots from their cells. Spoiler: Actions Hide Attempt to take 10 on each lock. If I can't or taking 10 doesn't work, spam attempts at it until it opens. Rose attempts to carefully pick each lock, but soon finds her attempts in vain. As she resorts to random straw shoving, one by one the cells begin to open, but it takes time. Spoiler: IOC Hide Everyone make a Listen check. It seemed like the duty of fighting their way out of this prison would fall to Palatial. As a result, he shifted his form again to the one he preferred for combat: the hybrid of elf and bird. Spoiler: Listen Check Hide (1d20+9)[16] Spoiler: Listen Hide Hey! Hey! Listen! (1d20-1)[7] Spoiler: Listen check Hide (1d20+7)[10] For listen. You hear the sound of a creature in armor approaching from outside the door closest to you. You're not certain how far away they are, but they're definitely getting closer. Furthermore, you also hear something that sounds like whimpering, also approaching the door. Spoiler: Semi-detailed description of surroundings Hide The dungeon is a long, straight hallway, roughly 10 feet wide, lined with cells and torches. There are roughly 40 cells, and you've unlocked the 3 of them closest to yours (where most of the caravan members were being kept). At either end of the hallway are stone doors leading out into the rest of the fortress. The door you entered through (and where you hear the armor and the whimpering) leads to a long, spiraling hallway that leads up (to the entrance hall) and down (to parts unknown). You don't know what lies beyond the other door. Scarlet looks to the others, whispering as quietly as she can What's the plan? Get back in the cells and pretend we're still locked in? Rose grabbed the leg bone of a long-dead prisoner and gave it an experimental swing." No. We're going to fight." Palatial wasn't unsure he would be able to lead the party to safety by himself. With Rose armed, he was more confident. He slowly inched toward the door, with his feathered arms up, ready to fight. Scarlet drops into a fighting stance, awkwardly, readying her large metal arms to smash. The door opens and the captain who brought you down here steps through, holding the end of a chain that connects to a shackled dwarf behind him. When he sees that you (and the caravan members) are free, he bellows out"Guards!"before drawing his weapon and shield. Spoiler: Initiative! (and IOC) Hide Before we start this, each of you get 50 EXP for that dwarf archer you felled earlier, sorry for forgetting that. Dwarf captain initiative: (1d20)[20] Dwarf guards initiative: (1d20)[3] Guards will arrive in (1d4+4)[5] rounds Prisoners initiative: (1d20)[8] Spoiler: Initiative Hide (1d20-1)[5] Big money no whammies! Ah crap, Scarlet says, not looking forward to the ensuing battle. Spoiler: Initiative and IOC Hide Didn't we use group initiative in the first encounter? (1d20+9)[11] Palatial put up his feathered fists and prepared for a fight with the dwarf captain." Those in the caravan should move to the back. Scarlet, you too." Rose readied herself for a fight...(1d20+6)[11] Spoiler: IOC Hide *facepalm* Yes, yes we did use group initiative. Sorry about that folks! The part acts on an initiative count of 11 (Palatial's roll, since he has the best modifier of the party). Which means the overall initiative order is as follows: Dwarf Captain - 20 Party - 11 Prisoners - 8 Dwarf guards - 3 (arriving in 5 rounds) The dwarf captain drops the end of the chain he's holding, and rushes the bird-elf, swinging his axe the whole while. Spoiler: Rolls Hide The dwarf captain charges at Palatial, wielding his war axe in two-hands, and power attacks with the side of the axe. Attack (dwarves war axe): (1d20)[8] Damage: (1d10+3)[13] CRT. Confirm: (1d20)[18] CRT. Damage: (2d10+6)[8] Palatial easily dodged out of the way of the captain's attack with the axe. He faced the captain and unleashed a set of quick jabs at the captain with his hands and clawed legs. Spoiler: IOC Hide Palatial full attacks with: Unarmed Strike, Snap Kick and Two Claws from Monstrous Beast Form Exhibition. Unarmed Strike Attack: (1d20+6)[18] Unarmed Strike Damage: (1d6+5)[10] Snap Kick Attack: (1d20+6)[12] Snap Kick Damage: (1d6+2)[4] Claw 1 Attack: (1d20+1)[16] Claw 1 Damage: (1d4+2)[6] Claw 2 Attack: (1d20+1)[7] Claw 2 Damage: (1d4+2)[3] Palatial's fist meets the captain's head and the dwarf stumbles backwards. The following snap-kick to the stomach knocks him over, and the claws tear him open. There's no questioning it - from the looks of his injuries, he's dead. Spoiler: IOC Hide Dwarf Captain takes 10 damage from Palatial's unarmed strike, goes unconscious. Dwarf Captain is at -3 HP. Palatial deals 4 damage to the Dwarf Captain with his Snap-Kick. Dwarf Captain is now at -7 HP. Palatial deals 6 damage to the Dwarf Captain with Claw Attack 1. Dwarf Captain is at -13 HP and is now deceased. Palatial deals 3 damage to the Dwarf Captain with Claw Attack 2. Dwarf Captain is at -16 HP and still deceased. Right-remind me not to piss you off, Scarlet comments. We should get gear as soon as we can. Palatial looked at the dead captain at his feet, surprised that he had killed him so quickly. "There are likely more guards coming. We need to be wary of a fight." Kalathiel leaned down and grabbed the captain's war axe, holding it out for Rose." This might make a better weapon than the bone." The were crow leaned down again and looked for anything else of note on the captain's body. Rose grabbed the axe in two hands." Right, thanks." A few of the prisoners give the were-elf a wide berth after watching him slaughter the dwarf captain, while the dwarf he had been dragging in merely sits against the door wide-eyed. The man who had been in the cell across from you works his way through the crowd and, clearly trying to avoid making eye contact with the corpse on the floor, addresses you,"Alright, clearly you all are the experts here, so what's the plan for getting out?" "First order of business is getting these doors open, and getting rid of any other guards nearby. Next, we need to get my stuff back, because I kinda need it. Scar definitely needs hers." Rose frowns, hiding next to the door waiting for any more guards to come and ready to swing her axe at any who did. Palatial tossed the keys he found on the body of the captain over to the leader of the caravan." Go free everyone you can from the cells." He slid the short sword, short bow and arrows over to Rose." You may like one of those better than the axe. It's always good to have options. Once we have a moment this scale mail might be useful." The were-crow then put the glass vials onto the shield and slid it over to Scarlet." You used a shield in the past. Also, can you try to identify what is in those vials? Likely potions of some kind. Also, we may want to speak to that dwarf that was on a leash." The Author grabbed the coin purse and clay tablet, and stepped outside the door, waiting for the dwarves to arrive and prepared to attack. Spoiler: IOC Hide Ready an action: Use Land-Strike Wrath to make a ranged unarmed strike when a dwarf enters range. Spoiler: Knowledge Arcane on the Vials Hide (1d20+9)[18] Give me the good stuff! Spoiler: Scarlet Hide You spend the next ten rounds investigating the faint red liquid, discovering that it is in fact a potion of Cure Light Wounds. It's not much time after Palatial steps outside the room that six dwarves come sprinting in, four from upstairs, two from downstairs. When they see you, they pause ever so briefly, as though startled by your rather terrifying visage. Spoiler: IOC Hide The stairway is 10 feet wide. If you wish to attempt to charge while fighting, make a Balance roll or risk tripping and falling prone. Dwarves #1-#4 are to your left about 10 ft. away (and out of movement for this round), while Dwarves #5-#6 are to your right about 15 ft. away (also out of movement). Their presence should trigger your prepared action, so you can make that attack roll now. Did Palatial close the door behind him? If so, Rose can't see any of this (unless you want to recon that she stepped outside the room, I'd be fine with that.) So helpful, Scarlet mutters. I've got a light healing potion here. Six dwarves appeared arrived in the stairwell, and Palatial flung a blast of air at the first to arrive, flapping his feathered limbs at the dwarf, following it up shortly with another blast aimed at the same dwarf. Towards the one dwarf that had been on the chain, the elf ordered,"Get in!", pointing to the corridor. Spoiler: IOC Hide Readied attack: (1d20+8)[11] (1d6+5)[6] If that attack kills the first dwarf, then the second goes to #2. Attack on turn: (1d20+8)[28] (1d6+5)[10] Spoiler: CRT Hide Confirmation: (1d20+8)[9] Extra Damage: (1d6+5)[8] The dwarf sidesteps Palatial's first shot, but leaves himself open to the second one - he takes the blast of wind square in the chest, and collapses. Spoiler: IOC Hide Palatial deals 10 damage to Dwarf #1. Dwarf #1 is now at -4 HP and falls unconscious. Rose swings her axe at the approaching dwarves. Spoiler: Rolls Hide One readied, one on turn, CRT confirm for readied, confirm on turn:(4d20)[8][1][2][18](29) (At +4 bonuses) This is a war axe, right? In which case, (2d10)[1][7](8) at +3 damage. Watching their comrade be blown off his feet by a ferocious half-elf, half-bird monstrosity seems to shake the dwarf guards' resolve. Two of them rush at Rose and Palatial, screaming in their blind rage, but the remaining three take a step back, and then break into a full run. Spoiler: IOC Hide Dwarves 2 and 5 move to Rose and Palatial, respectively, and attack. The remaining dwarves go running. Dwarves 3 and 4 go up the stairs, while Dwarf 6 goes down the stairs. Former, either of them will be close enough to trigger Rose's prepared action, so strike at your pleasure. Dwarf 2 attack roll: [roll0] (against Rose) Dwarf 2 damage: [roll1] slashing Dwarf 2 CRT. Confirm: [roll2] Dwarf 2 CRT. Damage: +[roll3] slashing Dwarf 5 attack roll: [roll4] (against Palatial) Dwarf 5 damage: [roll5] slashing Dwarf 5 CRT. Confirm: [roll6] Dwarf 5 CRT. Damage: +[roll7] slashing Dwarf 3 balance check: [roll8] vs. DC 10. Failure by less than 4 means they just walk away normally, failure by 4 or more, and they fall prone on the spot. Dwarf 4 balance check: [roll9] vs. DC 10. Failure by less than 4 means they just walk away normally, failure by 4 or more, and they fall prone on the spot. Dwarf 5 balance check: [roll10] vs. DC 10. Failure by less than 4 means they just walk away normally, failure by 4 or more, and they fall prone on the spot. Spoiler: Broke the dice roller... Hide ...so let's try that again. Dwarf 2 attack roll: (1d20+3)[10] (against Rose) Dwarf 2 damage: (1d10+1)[8] slashing Dwarf 2 CRT. Confirm: (1d20+3)[5] Dwarf 2 CRT. Damage: +(1d10+1)[3] slashing Dwarf 5 attack roll: (1d20+3)[14] (against Palatial) Dwarf 5 damage: (1d10+1)[11] slashing Dwarf 5 CRT. Confirm: (1d20+3)[6] Dwarf 5 CRT. Damage: +(1d10+1)[7] slashing Dwarf 3 balance check: (1d20)[10] vs. DC 10. Failure by less than 4 means they just walk away normally, failure by 4 or more, and they fall prone on the spot. Dwarf 4 balance check: (1d20)[20] ditto. Dwarf 5 balance check: (1d20)[14] ditto. The elf easily dodged out of the war of the axe, seeing it arc through the air before him and anticipating where it would strike. Palatial became a flurry of motion, deftly punching the guard and clawing him with his talons. Spoiler: IOC Hide Palatial attacks the dwarf. (1d20+6)[14] (1d6+5)[10] (1d20+6)[7] (1d6+2)[3] (1d20+1)[12] (1d4+2)[3] (1d20+1)[15] (1d4+2)[6] Scarlet stays back, observing the fight and readying herself to hit anyone who makes it to the back lines. Spoiler: IOC Hide Readying an action to Slam anyone who gets near. Palatial's blows are all deftly blocked or evaded by the dwarf, though his last claw comes rather close to hitting. Rose now swings her axe at the dwarf who was attacking her:Spoiler: Rolls! Hide One readied, one on turn, CRT confirm for readied, confirm on turn:(4d20)[10][15][6][7](38) (At +4 bonuses) This is a war axe, right? In which case, (2d10)[4][9](13) at +3 damage. The dwarf catches Rose's first swing on his shield, but is knocked off-balance and unable to defend himself from the second swing. A deep gash is cut into his side, and he collapses and begins to slowly bleed out on the floor in front of Rose. Spoiler: IOC Hide Rose misses Dwarf 2 with her Readied Action war axe attack. Rose hits Dwarf 2 with a War axe, dealing 12 damage. Dwarf 2 is at -6 HP, unconscious, and bleeding. ... I need to start giving you encounters made of one or two CL 2–3 creatures, instead of 6 CL 1/2 monsters. The caravan captain frees the rest of the prisoners, and gets them ready to leave the dungeon as soon as the remaining guards are dispatched. He has a couple of the burlier prisoners guard the dwarf who was being dragged around by the guard captain. The remaining dwarf watches as her comrade-in-arms is knocked out, dropping her weapon and shield and falling to her knees,"Stop! Please! I surrender. Just... just let me help him! Don't kill him!" Spoiler: IOC Hide Dwarf 5, after yielding, attempts a Heal check on Dwarf 2 ((1d20+2)[5]). This technically provokes an AOO from both Rose and Palatial. Take it or leave it at your discretion. You place the two dwarves into cells, and your interrogation of the woman reveals that the "blood god" is no deity at all, but rather a miner named Gil got, who was well known among the workforce of the city for being a troublemaker before he apparently stumbled onto an ancient sword while working. The self-styled "blood god" had proceeded taken over the entire system - holding Path-Kegeth's council captive in the mines and forcing anyone who opposed him into gladiatorial combat for his own sick amusement. She promised to return your equipment to you in exchange for you releasing her and her friend so that she could get him to the infirmary, and on the condition that you take down Gil got and restore order to the city. Spoiler: IOC Hide Any further questions you wish to ask the dwarf-lady I'll answer in the IOC thread. I tried to cover all the bases, but given my track record I'm absolutely certain that I missed something. Spoiler: If Scarlet attempts to identify the remaining potions: Hide The silvery liquid is an oil of Magic Weapon, and the blue one is a potion of Jump. Following the directions provided by Tribes (the woman you were interrogating), you manage to make your way to the council chamber, which Gil got had converted into his throne room. When you speak your challenge, he rises and draws forth a beautifully-crafted long sword, covered with engravings of intertwining lines that seemed to lead up to the tip of the blade, which seems almost to burn in the torchlight." You would dare to challenge the blood god? Such impudence! I'll show you your place, mortals." Spoiler: And another IOC Hide I'm going to stop our fast-forward through time here. Mostly because this encounter will introduce a plot point that I'd rather demonstrate in battle than just describe. Basically, beat up this guy with the full force of your collective properly-equipped might, and then I'll kick us forward another couple paragraphs. Spoiler: Initiative Hide I think we need to roll this? (1d20-1)[9] Gil got, please, settle down. There's no need for you to-oh, who am I kidding. Eat ice, bastard! Scarlet says, approaching the "king" and activating her gauntlet as she strikes at him. Spoiler: IOC Hide (1d20+1)[18] Touch Attack Roll, for (1d6)[2] Dexterity damage. [SPOILER=Initiative]I think we're using group initiative, where my modifier is the highest.(1d20+9)[29][spoiler]The were-crow looked at the 'blood god'. "I expected someone taller. I thought you were a god?" The elf poured out one of his waterskis and caught the liquid in the air, hurling it at the dwarf. He then gracefully walked forward to stand beside his robotic ally. Spoiler: Attack Hide One attack from Land-Strike Wrath. (1d20+8)[21] (1d6+5)[9] Spoiler: IOC Hide Gil got Initiative: (1d20+1)[20] Not even sure why I'm rolling this... Because I got distracted describing the sword, here's a description of Gil got: His skin is pale, far paler than any of the other dwarves you've seen in the city. His eyes are a glassy gray, and his hair is white and growing sparse, and he keeps his long, thick beard in three braids. He's of average height, but above average build for a dwarf male. He's wearing a suit of plate emblazoned with the rising sun sigil that you saw on the Captain's shield earlier. The scabbard for his sword is mounted on his left hip. On his back, he's wearing a blood-red cape. He has no helmet, instead wearing a twisted crown apparently forged from silver on his head. Gil got winces at the shock from Scarlet's gauntlet, and then again when he's struck by Palatial's water strike. Before Palatial can enter his range, he draws his sword and raises it into a ready posture. Tendrils of purple energy emerge from the jeweled pommel and spiral their way down the blade, becoming violet flames as they join at the tip. He swings for Scarlet, shouting"Learn your place, machine!" Spoiler: IOC Hide And I forgot to roll. I need a nap, I think. Long sword attack: (1d20+5)[25] Long sword damage: (1d8+2)[7] slashing plus (2d6)[10] typed damage. CRT. Confirm: (1d20+5)[14] CRT. Damage: (1d8+2)[9] slashing EDIT: Holy crap. What have I done?! Spoiler: IOC Hide You did 17 points of damage, because that is a failed CRT. So I am at -1/16 HP. And stable, thanks to being a War forged. Scarlet drops to the ground, inert. "Scar! Hold on, I have a potion!" Rose runs up and throws a potion of Repair Light Damage down Scar's throat.(1d8+1)[2] Scarlet regains her feet, woozily. Huh? Whey? I don't feel so... YOU!she says, eyeing the dwarf that hurt her so. I'll freeze you to a statue! Spoiler: IOC Hide Whenever my turn comes around... (1d20+1)[6] Touch Attack for (1d6)[3] more Dexterity damage. Palatial, not being what one would call particularly witty, kept his mouth shut in the fight, and resorted to punching and clawing the dwarf rapidly. Spoiler: IOC Hide First Punch: (1d20+6)[21] (1d6+5)[8] Snap-Kick (1d20+6)[8] (1d6+2)[3] Claw 1 (1d20+1)[19] (1d4+2)[4] Claw 1 (1d20+1)[2] (1d4+2)[6] "Hey, dwarf punk, have some spikes!" Rose dips into her bag of useful items, grabs a bag of caltrops and throws them into the area where the dwarf is fighting.(Bout has 109GP left) Scarlet, still apparently woozy from being knocked inert, attempts to strike Gil got with her gauntlet but fails. Palatial fares far better, landing not only a punch, but also a claw attack. The former sends Gil got reeling. He levels his blade to retaliate, and once more it's sheathed by violet flames, but before he can swing it he's struck by the elf's claws and sent to the ground, our cold and bleeding. The energy from the sword is discharged up through his arm and throughout his body as his eyes spring open one last time, and he gasps for air, then he falls to the ground, dead. Spoiler: IOC Hide Palatial deals 8 damage to Gil got with an Unarmed Strike. Gil got is at 3 HP. Palatial deals 4 damage with a Claw attack. Gil got is at -1 HP and bleeding. The sword deals 9 damage to Gil got with discharged energy*. Gil got is at -10 HP and dead. @Jormen, you can have the money for the caltrops back if you like. If I had realized that Palatial had already killed Gil got I would have just ended the encounter on the spot, probably. Sorry. @Everyone, because this whole setup sequence has been such a mess, I'm not even bothering with EXP for this encounter. You all level up. As far as loot goes, Gil got doesn't seem to have anything on him other than the aforementioned equipment. On closer inspection, however, his crown appears to be made not of silver, but of platinum. *The precise number is because of Rule of Cool. That, and I wanted him to be dead and Palatial didn't do enough damage for that. Palatial kneeled and picked up the sword, looking at it and turning it over." Well, we still need to free the council and restore the proper order to the government of this city. Would either of you mind identifying what magic lies in this sword?" Spoiler: IOC Hide (1d20+9)[17] SPell craft Can do, Scarlet says, looking over the blade. Scarlet is able to identify the energy effect that the sword manifested is similar to the eldritch blastability granted to warlocks by their patrons, though she's clueless as to how to activate it. Palatial, meanwhile, feels a presence entering his mind. A still, sweet voice whispers to you, calling you far across the Dusk lands, promising you knowledge and power beyond your wildest imaginings if you would only follow it. Spoiler: IOC Hide If you want to try any other means of identification, just say so. I'm going ahead and writing the rest of the time skip out, however. For the record, the voice is tempting, but Palatial is in no way compelled to go there unless he's particularly partial to following the voices in his head. For the sake of this being a time skip, though, I'm going on with assuming that you follow the railroad tracks Call to Adventure TM. You spend the next few hours searching the catacombs beneath Path-Kegeth, finally finding the Council sealed behind rocks in a remote tunnel at the very bottom of the mines. They're tired and hungry, but otherwise seem unhurt. Before they're taken to the infirmary, an old councilman thanks each of you personally for restoring order to the city. On your way out of the city a guard catches up to you to deliver a bag filled with coins (a total of 1600 GP). Several days of hiking later you arrive at your destination, a cave extending deep into the side of a mountain. Towering monolithic structures of indeterminate age appear at irregular intervals, indicating that at some point this valley was inhabited, though by what you're not sure - the stonework surpasses even that of the greatest dwarves masters. Rusted weapons and pieces of armor litter the valley, seemingly long abandoned by their ancient wielders. A cold wind stirs up dust as your party approaches the entrance to the cave. "The maps say that there is something in these caves. I confirmed the whispers by poring over them. Shall we enter?" Palatial pointed towards the cave with the long sword he had taken from Gil got's body. A powerful weapon, he could tell, but Rose and his attempts to figure out how powerful had failed. The elf began to walk forward, weapon at the ready. Palatial steps towards the cave as the whispers in his head urge him onwards. Spoiler: IOC Hide Spot checks, please.

The Dusklands IC|rating:3.0

Dungeon Arena League (IC_ Duregar Security Solutions Showroom Arena)

Arena Info Arena Name: Durer Security Solutions Arena Showroom Judge Name: Durer Shatter hips, CEO and founder of Durer Security Solutions, a Dwarf businessman Brief Description: Durer Security Solutions brings you THE most exclusive and effective security solutions to your dungeons. Are you also tired of intrepid adventurers coming into your evil lair and taking your stuff? Keep your stuff safe with Durer Security Solutions! We will consult with you personally, recreate your dungeon in our Arena Showroom and unleash combatants in it to show you the effectiveness of Durer Security Solutions in your very own personalized security scheme. True to our slogan "Fuck the intruders" we will make sure that they will get good and properly fucked! We supply monsters, automatons and traps that will all fuck the intruders. Famous inventions of our include: The magic snare trap, which unclothes the intruders; the stockpot, our famous automaton that traps intruders in stocks, So they can get fucked!; And of course, the guards necessary to make sure any intruders will be properly fucked. Challenges: Arenas hosted by Durer Security Solutions showcase their latest products to a large crowd of their potential customers, using the challengers as dummies. Usually there are two kinds of arenas, either a new type of guard monster or automaton is tested against which the gladiators fight, or it consists out of a small dungeon (with a glass roof, so the audience can see in) filled with traps that try to bind and unclothe the gladiators, with plenty of monsters or automatons to fuck them. Because as is Durer Security Solutions motto: "Fuck the intruders". Environmental hazards:Traps: Every round a d20 is rolled for each adventurer:1: Cutting wire trap: A wire trap snaps out. The thin wires cut easily through cloth and give bare skin a good scrub. If hit it will rip a piece of clothing to shreds. If hitting armor it acts as a snare trap instead.2: Snare trap: A writhing mass of thicker wires snap out from this hidden trap, binding one or two body parts tightly and pulling them tight towards the origin of the trap. If the trap takes 2 damage the wires immediately come loose. If the person bound cannot attack the trap they can instead do 1 damage per turn to it, trying to wriggle loose.3: Disarmament trap: A trap that very quickly identifies a weapon and then shoots a small metal ball that knocks the weapon out of an adventurers hand. If no weapon is being held it will aim for the stomach instead.4: Fog trap: A trap that very quickly surrounds an adventurer in fog that obscures sight. The fog acts as an aphrodisiac when inhaled.5-20: No trap Interested In: Traps, automatons and monsters that will put you in bondage, unclothe you and have their way with the hapless gladiator. For example an automaton that grabs the wrists of defeated gladiators and then freezes to lock them helplessly in place, or a trap that rips off clothing. And of course big muscular guards to then fuck the gladiators, as is the company motto! Looking For: Sex, gender and race do not matter. If you want to have a try at making it through without getting fucked (or you do) then this is the arena for you. Amounts of bondage will be tailored to player preferences, but expect at least light bondage. Durer Security Systems after all do not kill, that would be against the law! How Often Do You Illiquid?: Twice a weeks:Bondage (light and heavy), non-con, monsters, automatons, the whole shebang. Offs:Very little here, but nothing that belongs in the toilet.(emanated wealth and power like the Durer Security Solutions Showroom arena. Deep underground, the showroom is carved in the side of a cavern the height of a mountain in the middle of a dwarves city. The entire city is constructed around the factories and shops owned by D.S.S., whose furnaces and workshops spout out a constant stream of machinery and weapons to secure almost all the dungeons in the known world! At the center of this, this grand arena, works as she showcases of D.S.S. influence. Although there are several arenas throughout the huge complex, each tailored to a specific kind of battle, the main events take place at the arena at the lowest level. These battles are a huge attraction and many people take a day out on the town to watch them, in addition to tourists being drawn in from far and wide. The perfect place to test all D.S.S. innovations, in addition to all the revenue it takes in. (Four gold coins for a hot dog and a mushroom juice? Seriously?!). Contestants in the arena are screened for only two kinds of criteria, firstly, entertainment value, secondly, their willingness to sign the legal waiver that stops them from taking any legal action against Durer Security Solutions, absolves D.S.S. from any liability and gives the company the freedom to restrain the contestants, bind them, undress them, have them fucked and even mildly tortured! Still, the rewards are good enough, giving many people incentive to join. Matches in play:1) DSS1: Octavia Lamina VS D.S.S.’s newest security innovations!2) Sasha and Kayla VS D.S.S. Mock dungeon Post Header:Code: [Select][b]Name:[/b][b]Match No:[/b][b]HP:[/b][b]Current armor:[/b][b]Stunts in play:[/b][b]Flaws in play:[/b][b]Directing damage at:[/b][b]Damage roll:[/b][hr] Name:Octavia LaviniaMatch No:1HP:50Current armor:0 Stunts in play:Currently none Flaws in play:Currently none Directing damage at:N/Damage roll:N/A(supposed she should count her blessings; at least, after all, she would be up against something more noble than some brutish beast or, worse, a lowly human. For all of their faults, dwarves at least shared in her race's antiquity, and there was much to be said for their ingenuity. Ingenuity, but not, as her mother would have reminder her, true innovation. Dwarves blood, in Mother's estimation, inspired all sorts of inclinations for mechanical ingenuity, but it lacked heartbeat true innovation required. Dwarves built spacious halls that echoed with the dull thuds of getting-things-done; high elves, on the other hand, approached invention with the sophistication and grace it truly deserved. Had she accessed to her full laboratory of her own engineering achievements, Octavia had no doubt that she could put all of this to an end in a matter of minutes. At the moment, however, she had only her long pistols, a single high-explosive round, a set of emergency backup derringers, and a handful of incendiary grenades. Each artifact was covered in bluish filigree, gold embellishments, and other ornamentation worthy of their genius. She marched along the impressive stone halls of her new arena, somewhat set aback by the showmanship of the whole thing. She wasn't used to dwarves with, well. . . Flair. And part of her had to appreciate it. It certainly would capture the attention of the fans, and that was an asset she was sure she could capture for herself once the games reached their acme. She wore riding pants and a long-tailed coat in matching royal blue over white undergarments. Sweeping her blonde hair over her left shoulder and her coattails over her right hip, she cocked to the side and cleared leather, her impressive break-action pistols sweeping in an arch before her and twirling before landing back in their holsters. Her eyes gazed over the top of her glasses as she winked to whatever crowd may be watching. "Sorry to keep you all waiting," she modulated her pitch, accounting for the tacky acoustics of the wide, echoing dwarfish halls, "But I think we are about ready to begin, no?" (Security Solutions Dungeon Defense Automaton Mark Body: 40 HP | 2 Armorless: 8/8/8/8/8/8 HP (6 legs left) | 0 Armor Moves:Laser: 2d6 ranged damage, takes one turn to charge. Leg swipe: 1d6 melee damage Secret moves: These are still secret, DOH. Name:Durer Security Solutions Dungeon Defense Automaton Mark Match No:1Body:40 HP | 2 Armorless:8/8/8/8/8/8 HP (6 legs left) | 0 Armor Attacks in play:Charging a laser Directing damage at:Still charging Damage roll:N/Crowd’s disposition to Octavia:+1The crowd went wild as the High Elf entered with her long pistols on her hips, graciously striding into the arena. The largest part of the crowds were dwarves, ranking from the highest ranks of society, all the way to the lowest, and they seemed to cheer for their host, rather than the contestant. Still, there was a significant portion of the crowd consisting of tourists from the surface, and some distinguished guests. Among them one could even recognize a Rich in one of the skyboxes? There were also a few humans and elves, mainly in the positions of privilege among the first class seats and the skyboxes, but they seemed to either cheer or applaud for Octavia, rather than the dwarves host. With the exception of the Dark elves that were present who -for obvious reasons-seemed cold to the idea of cheering for a High Elf. A voice amplifier creaked, magically enhanced through some kind of device.” Please give a cheer for Octavia Lamina, High Elf gladiator, who bravely stepped into the arena today to demonstrate the prowess of our brand new Dungeon Defense Automaton! We updated the Mark IV to the Mark V, improving its new security features, protecting you, and your belongings even more securely. For this demonstration, the contestant is offered a grand prize and a brand new D.S.S. home security device in the unlikely case of victory! We feel secure offering this much, because we trust in D.S.S. innovation! I hope you are ready Ms. Lamina, because as we say here…” Mainly the dwarves here chimed in, chanting the company motto:”FUCK… THE… INTRUDERS!!!” Ah dwarves, such a classy bunch. The middle of the arena the steel plated floor opened up in a perfect circle, a platform rising from below. Slowly it elevated something into arena, a giant automaton, conical shaped with a cylindrical head on top, at least three times Octavia’s height. Loudly the machine groaned into operating mode as faint pink lines started to glow with the magical energy that powered it, six slender legs extending from the machine as it righted itself, elevating itself on its prosthetics. The top spun, a single eye in the middle locking onto the High Elf. The crowd cheered as the announcer cracked into life again.” The Mark V everyone, Regard newest security solution, it packs a high-powered laser and six flexible limbs in order to subdue intruders. Little Octavia has her work cut out for her! Let the demonstration BEGIN!” A little red dot emanated from the machine, painting Octavia’s chest as the sound of the laser whirring upstarted to dominate the arena, its sound reverberating from the steel plated walls. Though there was a chance of victory, this match would be tough, Durer Security Solutions of course wanted their machines to win, and they almost always did… There was no cover, nowhere to hide when that inevitable blast would come. So far it was still at range though, slightly playing into the Artificer’s hand. Name:Octavia LaviniaMatch No:1HP:50Current armor:0 Stunts in play:None this turn Flaws in play:None this turn Directing damage at:Mark V body Damage roll:At 2019-11-20 23:29:00, Octavia Lamina (UID: 58954) rolls: 1d6 Result: 4 (gave a gracious bow to the crowd as she was introduced, her glasses slipping. She slid them back up her nose as she rose. There was something to be said for the higher tiers of the crowd, and for the overall tastes of the crowd at large, but they were not exactly her preferred company. The announcement system was a nice touch. A little tinny Octavia's tastes, but effective. If only it weren't projecting such a repulsive voice. She continued to flourish and put on a display. Then the catchphrase came. It was the first time she had heard it, and she had to summon all of her composure not to visibly recoil, but her showmanship prevailed. As several in the audience joined in a chant of"FUCK. . . THE. . . INTRUDERS"along with the announcer's words, both of Octavia's hands fluttered. Her right gloved hand tapped fingertips to her bottom lip in an exaggerated yawn. The left graced the audience with a long, shaking middle finger. But the rumble of machinery put her own theatrics to an end. Her breath remained steady as she cataloged what she could have her latest challenge. Had to keep a straight face in the meantime. Dangerous looking arms. Imposing size. More dangerous and more imposing cannon, most of all, perhaps due to the intimidating red dot sight more than anything else. She moved quickly, but gracefully, strafing while keeping an eye on her target. No hiding spots? No cover? This had to be a ranged fight more than anything else. Good. She could go toe-to-toe with that. Her primary defenses were gone, but so (theoretically) were her opponent's, and its size would be its disadvantage in that case. She considered starting off with a crippling shot -- her single special load. But she wanted to see the first shot from her opponent first and gauge the risk it presented first. Still strafing, she swung her right arm wide, drawing a bead on the center mass of her target and aiming a shot toward that overshadowing cannon. (Security Solutions Dungeon Defense Automaton Mark Match No:1Body:38 HP | 2 Armorless:8/8/8/8/8/8 HP (6 legs left) | 0 Armor Attacks in play:Firing laser Directing damage at:Octavia Damage roll:At 2019-11-24 14:55:32, Automaton (UID: 62815) rolls: 2d6 Result: 9 (’s disposition to Octavia:+1Environment:At 2019-11-25 07:06:41, Environment (UID: 62815) rolls: 1d20 Result: 4 (an audible silver sound the bullet struck the hard metal exterior of the automaton, leaving a small dent as the bullet ricocheted off and embedded itself in the wall behind the security device.” Please do not resist, surrender is the most logical option.” A prerecorded metallic voice came from the machine as its single weapon remained trained on Octavia.” Refusal to comply can result in possible injury.” Charming. A robot that demanded surrender. It suddenly fired its laser, a bright white bolt of energy, dashing for Octavia. It erupted next to her in a blast, sending a hail of sharp, heated metal from the floor her way. The blast was strong enough to trigger a small explosion from the super heated air around it, engulfing the High Elf for a few seconds. The machine retracted, seemingly recoiling from its own blast. The crowd cheered at the exchange of shots between the two. Things were heating up. As Octavia was blasted her foot moved onto a different plate, a soft dry click sounding from underneath. She had triggered a trap! The realization only had a microsecond to set in before she was blasted in from underneath in a large pink cloud. It completely obscured her sight, making it impossible to make a ranged attack at anything more than an arms reach away. With the sound of the cheering crowd it was difficult to pinpoint on where anything was as it acted incredibly disorienting. She either had to guess and run out of the cloud, hoping not to run into the machine or wait for it to dissipate, in which case she'd have to delay her attack. There was something else though, far more insidious. If she happened to inhale the smoke it would act as an aphrodisiac, making her feel all tingly as her clothing suddenly started to feel quite enticing as it brushed against her skin and distracting feelings starting to make her feel horny.edit Sorry, I forgot to do the environment, that's all fixed now though :P Name:Octavia LaviniaMatch No:1HP:41Current armor:0 Stunts in play:None Flaws in play:None Directing damage at:N/Damage roll:N/Environment resistance roll: At 2019-12-01 09:01:09, Octavia Lamina (UID: 58954) rolls: 1d6 Result: 1 (hearing the tinny commands issuing from the automaton, Octavia couldn't resist the urge to slow her strafing enough to catch her breath and respond in kind." I hope you all know I'll be using your expensive little toy for parts when this is all said and done." She sped up again as the laser prepared to fire. Then she found her typically graceful means of flight and tactical positioning violently disrupted, first by the sudden buffeting of the surrounding explosions, and then by the ominous click of the floor beneath her. She prepared herself for another explosion, and there was one of sorts. She caught her breath just as the pink cloud engulfed her. It had to be poison of some kind. She shifted her weight from left foot to right, ready to tumble for better positioning, but she couldn't get her bearings. For the first time her life she was furious at the sound of the adoring crowd, unable to even clearly hear the machine's movements. She took a knee and began to strategize. If she was pinned down, she had to make the most of her time, to at least prepare her next shot. She slipped her hand into her jacket and retrieved a special round: a highly-explosive shot that could even the odds. If the machine approached before the cloud evaporated, well, it would just be that much harder to miss. She opened one break-action pistol, but she had bigger problems now. Ordinarily she could have held her breath much longer, but her heart was beating too fast from the chase, and she was struggling, her eyes watering from the exertion and clouding her view as she tried to chamber the round. It clinked against the entry. Now her hands were shaking. It clinked again, then slipped from her fingers into the pink cloud, starting to roll away. She began crawling after it, feeling for it. And that's when she gasped for air, inhaling mouthfuls of the pink cloud, one after the other as her lungs overreacted to their previous strain. Goosebumps immediately broke out along her arms, the hair on the back of her neck standing on end. She managed to rise again to one knee and was suddenly aware that the surrounding air was still warm from the previous explosions, and the warmth was somehow making it all the worse. Although her jacket covered it for now, she could feel her nipples harden and tent the white top beneath, the sensation of the fabric against them making her legs shake a little. She clicked her pistol back. Regular rounds would have to do. The stakes had been raised. (Security Solutions Dungeon Defense Automaton Mark Match No:1Body:38 HP | 2 Armorless:8/8/8/8/8/8 HP (6 legs left) | 0 Armor Attacks in play:Firing laser Directing damage at:Octavia Damage roll:At 2019-12-03 09:16:35, Automaton (UID: 62815) rolls: 1d6 Result: 6 (’s disposition to Octavia:0Environment:At 2019-12-03 09:14:49, Environment (UID: 62815) rolls: 1d20 Result: 20 (smoke disappeared too slowly it seemed, as precious seconds ticked away. All the while the effects of the gas made the seconds their own kind of agony, hormones starting to crash through Octavia's veins, fuelling an unnatural desire. Finally, the smoke started to disappear, making it possible to make out the vague outlines of light reflecting on the many decorative metal surfaces in the arena. And suddenly, the glowing blue eye of the creature, its outline visible through the last vestiges of the mist. It had used the time to come closer. Its leg swiped low over the ground at the still prone Octavia, squarely catching her in the side and sending her rolling across the arena floor. The crowd gasped and calls of encouragement came from the stands, although you could start hearing some cheering for the automaton. The crowd had not turned on Octavia yet, but the dwarves were certainly starting to be swayed by the performance of your metallic opponent. It whizzed, single eye following Octavia as it started to calculate its next course of action, using the moment to fire off another pre-recorded message." Surrender is not an option, it is a necessity for survival. Please comply for your own safety." Name:Octavia LaviniaMatch No:1HP:35Current armor:0 Stunts in play:None Flaws in play:None Directing damage at:Mark V body Damage roll:At 2019-12-03 16:45:24, Octavia Lamina (UID: 58954) rolls: 1d6 Result: 2 (the cloud cleared, Octavia leveled a shot. Before she could pull the trigger, however, she too-late realized how close the machine had gotten and how expansive its reach was. The clawed appendage sent her sailing. It took her a moment to right herself and catch her breath from the blow, which had caught her square across her midsection. Slowly she rose back to her feet, tapping the barrel of one of her pistols against her forehead and then toward the machine in a mock tip-of-the-hat." Next time maybe don't program your little toy to give me a distance advantage, you cretins." The legs, given the previous attack, were an attractive target, but she had to stay focused. The body could probably continue shooting without the legs, but the legs would likely be of no use without the body. Blowing a kiss to the crowd, she slowed her breath and leveled her pistol once again, staying resolute as she concentrated on not jerking the trigger as she pulled. (Security Solutions Dungeon Defense Automaton Mark Match No:1Body:38 HP | 2 Armorless:8/8/8/8/8/8 HP (6 legs left) | 0 Armor Attacks in play:Firing laser Directing damage at:Octavia Number to overcome:4; Roll a d6+armor. If its higher Octavia is able to dodge Damage roll:N/Crowd’s disposition to Octavia:+1Environment:At 2019-12-05 11:03:31, environment (UID: 62815) rolls: 1d20 Result: 10 (seemed to get the crowd back on Octavia's side as they cheered for her blow kiss. Dwarves seemed to like tall Even blondes. The bullet hit the machine on the side and bounced off without causing any damage. The crowd gasped as the Automaton raised one of its legs, suddenly firing the claw at the end of its appendage. A metal cable trailed behind it, connecting the claw to the machine, so it could be reeled back. The automaton's protocols constantly calculated the most prudent course of action. If it showed any semblance of intelligence, that would be because of superior programming. Still, it used an analysis of its opponent to constantly update its strategy. Having gagged its opponent it deducted that she was not fast enough to easily dodge this, and that she was most vulnerable close up. Combining these pieces of information the Mark V now fired one of its grappling claws at Octavia's feet. If she did not manage to dodge it would grab tightly onto her ankles, lashing them together in a literal iron grip. After that it could simply reel her in.locust so you know, you forgot to deduct the damage from your HP from last round :P Name:Octavia LaviniaMatch No:1HP:35Current armor:0 Stunts in play:None Flaws in play:None Dodge roll:At 2019-12-05 18:50:26, Octavia Lamina (UID: 58954) rolls: 1d6 Result: 4 (damage at:Mark 4 leg Damage roll:At 2019-12-06 11:15:03, Octavia Lamina (UID: 58954) rolls: 1d6 Result: 3 (Poise. Octavia had found these to be the fastest ways to the hearts of the crowd, which is why she had already turned to accept their praise the moment she heard her bullet make contact, not caring to gauge the damage. She had hit again. Another small victory on the road to the larger. Their cheers were the perfect external validation. For a split second, she didn’t mind the dangerous effects of the pink cloud. The tingling, the warmth, the faint hints of sweat, the stirring in her body – none of that was so offensive now that she was the one turning herself on. What better object could there be for her victorious lust. She had the distance and the thing’s laser weapon would give plenty of warning when it warmed up, just like last time, so why not (and wouldn’t the crowd just eat this up) show a little more confidence by keeping her back to the thing and basking in the. . . But that last sound they made wasn’t a cheer; it was a collective gasp. And the sound behind her? Too mechanical to be the laser. The claw was almost at her ankle when she thought quickly, side-stepping, surprised that she managed to save her skin. She tossed her hair and gave a relieved laugh. But, of course, the claw hadn’t truly missed. This was all part of the calculation. The claw had only shot past her and clattered to establish a loop of cable on the ground around her feet. As the cable retracted, the loop contracted. She fell on her back and found herself being dragged toward the machine. Trying to keep her calm, she aimed her sights at the leg she was being pulled toward. There was still a chance to get out of this. She had to shoot one-handed, the other hand desperately trying to keep her top from riding up as she slid along the floor. She shot, but the speed of her approached something louder than the shot itself: a decidedly non-confident, poised, and decidedly undignified wail of panic. (Priestess Body: 25 HP | 1 Armor Whip: 10/10/10 HP (3 Snakes Left) | 0 Armor Moves:Sadistic recharge: 1d6 damage, lashes out with the whip, heals itself or the whip for the amount of damage inflicted. Whip Bind: Binds Opponent with the snakes on the whip, inflicts d4 damage per turn, ignoring armor. Destroy snake to free yourself. Secret moves: These are still secret, DOH. Name:Draw Priestess Match No:2HP:25 HP | 1 Armor Whip:10/10/10 HP (3 Snakes Left) | 0 Armor Attacks in play:N/Directing damage at:N/Damage roll:N/Environment:N/A(always, known for their craftsmanship, the dwarves have been able to create an entire dungeon inside the arena. That's at least what you signed up for; what it looks like and how it will play out remains to be seen. You can hear the crowd and the muffled sound of the announcer from the other side of the metal door, separating your waiting room from the actual arena, explaining what awaits you inside. All you know is that you will be showcasing some security features of theirs by reaching the final room and rescuing the "Princess". The Princess here not being an actual princess, but another adventurer who couldn't pay the debts she owed to Durer Security Solutions and ended up as an indentured asset. The voice changed into a countdown and to the sound of a horn the door started to slide down as the door through which you had entered this waiting room audibly locked shut. There was no going back… Beyond the entrance was the first room. The walls and floor were made from sheets of bronze with decorative copper elements in dwarves fashion, whereas the ceiling was made from some dark matte material that was most likely see-through from the other side, as you could hear the audience cheer for you as you entered, but you could not see them in return. The room was basic, a wide hall leading to a set of stairs on the other end with a barred door on top. A large metal bar kept it shut, which looked like it was supposed to recede into the wall to the side, but there was no easily identifiable way to do this. The hall was wide enough for five people to walk through it side by side, except for halfway through the hall, about ten meters in, where the dwarves had placed something interesting. A stalagmite, reaching up to about waist height, on top of which they had fastened a large… Well, it could only be described as a metal phallus, looking just a bit too big to be comfortable going inside anything. The thing was tied fast with steel straps that wound alongside the stalagmite, bolting the entire thing to the floor. Five meters beyond the stalagmite a Dark Elf woman rose up from the stairs, brandishing a whip of snakes. Her slim figure clad in a black and purple dress that left very little to the imagination. It revealed her slim stomach and parted at the waist, showing her thigh high boots underneath. Not that Dark Elves were known for modesty. She unfurled a writhing three-tailed whip, consisting of snakes that slithered around her ankles on the floor." Hello adventurers…" She cooed, stroking the handle of her whip." You're welcome to try, but I doubt you will be able to open the door or get past me. But don't worry, you can always surrender. The safe word is 'teacup'!" (Security Solutions Dungeon Defense Automaton Mark Match No:1Body:38 HP | 2 Armorless:5/8/8/8/8/8 HP (6 legs left) | 0 Armor Attacks in play:Leg Swipe Directing damage at:Octavia Damage roll:At 2019-12-09 11:16:55, Automaton (UID: 62815) rolls: 1d6 Result: 1 (’s disposition to Octavia:0Environment:At 2019-12-09 11:09:24, Environment (UID: 62815) rolls: 1d20 Result: 9 (automaton reeled in Octavia fast, the wire running through the leg into a spool hidden inside the body itself that was spinning fast to regain the wire. Severing the leg would sever the cable, something that Octavia had quickly deduced but was more difficult to execute than expected. Her shot rang through the arena, hitting one of the plates protecting the leg and tilting it slightly. A weak spot was forming! The crowd meanwhile seemed to think the entire thing hilarious, some starting to laugh at Octavia's surprise Sliding across the floor the High Elf could see the thing raising another leg, ready to pummel her. Just as it came down however she was able to push herself to the side, skidding out of the way as the giant claw only grazed her hip. It would leave a bruise, but nothing as bad as it could have been. Suddenly the whole world upended as Octavia was hoisted into the air by the ankles, floating above the ground as the leg pulled her up. She was raised to the level of the eye, staring at her expressionlessly as the machine boomed again." Cessation of your resistance is imminent; calculated with a ninety-five percent confidence interval. Discard your weapons to switch from battle mode to punishment mode. You will be non-lethally harmed." Well, that was reassuring. Name:Octavia LaviniaMatch No:1HP:34Current armor:0 Stunts in play:None Flaws in play:None Directing damage at:Mark V damaged leg Damage roll:At 2019-12-09 12:18:17, Octavia Lamina (UID: 58954) rolls: 1d6 Result: 3 (she could not literally smell blood, she saw a weakness in her opponent, and that was all she needed to regain some of her previous composure. Not only was there a weakness in the thing's structure, but apparently also in its attack protocols. As she slid along the floor, she had seen defeat barreling toward her, but then came the metallic clang of the attacking arm only grazing her. She was almost grateful for the way the sting energized her. She was leveling her aim once again when the blood rushed to her head, lifted by the ensnaring contraption. Furthermore, she dangled there for a moment, doing her best to maintain the confidence that the near miss had given her, now having to struggle more than ever to use one hand to hold her shirt in place to keep it from falling and gathering around her face. Once more one-handed, but much closer to her target, she aimed at the damaged arm holding her." Well, since you seem like the logical type, maybe you'll see the light, and we can start negotiating for your surrender." She fired another round. (Security Solutions Dungeon Defense Automaton Mark Match No:1Body:38 HP | 2 Armorless:2/8/8/8/8/8 HP (6 legs left) | 0 Armor Attacks in play:Leg Swipe Directing damage at:Octavia Damage roll:At 2019-12-09 15:36:01, Automaton (UID: 62815) rolls: 2d6k1 Result: 3 (’s disposition to Octavia:0Environment:At 2019-12-09 15:37:26, Environment (UID: 62815) rolls: 1d20 Result: 17 (The crowd roared as the bullet hit the damaged leg again, sending sparks flying as the bullet collided with the mechanics underneath the armor plates. The Automaton buzzed for a few seconds as its internal mechanisms processed the context around the word ‘surrender’ before realizing that Octavia did not actually surrender. This time however the arm did not miss. It smacked Olivia straight across the cheek, leaving an angry red cut and sending her head spinning.” I am not programmed to surrender” It blared as the eye buzzed, trying to get a focus on Octavia. It seemed to have spotted something, devising a new tactic. The buzzing sound of servomotors moving in precision mode came annoyingly close as the arm that had just smacked Octavia returned. There was something different about it. The claw had moved its four toes into two pairs, like tweezers as it approached Octavia’s stomach. There was not an option to run anywhere as it got caught on the hem of Octavia’s shirt, suddenly pulling it down across her face. The crowd gasped and Octavia would have lost them completely had she not just won over a portion with her snazzy remark. The blouse gathered around Octavia’s face as the machine kept it there, not completely pulling it off. That did not deter the crowd, some of them starting to chant“TAKE IT OFF!” rhythmically. One could always rely on the dwarves to be horny bastards. Name:Octavia LaviniaMatch No:1HP:31Current armor:0 Stunts in play:None Flaws in play:None Directing damage at:Mark V damaged arm Damage roll:At 2019-12-09 16:41:14, Octavia Lamina (UID: 58954) rolls: 2d6k-1 Result: 2 (yelped loudly in surprise as the cold steel slapped against her face, gasping and panting in rage at the thought of the mechanized responses talking back to her. She was squirming and looking for a way out when one of the arms changed form, two pincers gripping the hem of her shirt, which she had been trying so desperately to hold in place. The vile think pulled the fabric down and out of her hands and she could feel cold air rushing in to grace the bare skin it left behind. Thankfully, thankfully her dress shirt was longer than her traditional garb and began to bunch. It covered her face and she spat from side to side, trying to get a view, but her breasts were not entirely exposed. The underside of them, though, she could feel exposed to the crowd. She did her best to control her squirming, but she could feel them sway heavily, shamefully for all to see, teasing a further view if the thing were allowed one more tug. That tug would reveal not only her full breasts, but likely her blood-red face. Giving up on holding her shirt down, she held her pistol in two hands. A better aim, but she couldn't see her target well. She was basing it all on her instincts, aiming for the last place she thought the damaged arm had been, and she fired. (Hadn (#msg15173177)Match No:2HP:25Current armor:0 Stunts in play:Flaws in play:Directing damage at:Draw Priestess Damage roll:6 (stood hugged around Kayla's arm as the voice gave them the run-down of the arena, affectionately clinging to his new partner's side. This was his first time challenging one of the arenas, and he is happy that he wouldn't have to do it alone. The female fighter was a proud and powerful warrior, and even with her armor as...slimmed Downs it was, she still looked very imposing. Soon the doors would open, and they'd take their first steps into the arena. The boy jumped a little when he heard the cheering, his gaze darting around to try and find the source. Eventually his eyes settled on the ceiling, and though he couldn't see through the blackness the sound came louder from above, so he managed to piece two and two together. Looking up to where he assumed the crowd would be he gave them a sweet smile and a little wave. His head cocked to the side as he noticed the strange contraption jutting up from the floor, displaying itself rather proudly. The boy's noggin only craned further when the stone skinned dominatrix rose from her post to greet them. He rose a brow when she mentioned a safe word, and waved his arm to get her attention, "......." Sasha would point repeatedly to his open mouth, and then make a slash across his neck with his other hand. Obviously he'd have trouble using a safe word when he couldn't talk. Of course, it wouldn't be needed anyway, seeing how he had no plans on surrendering anyway. Looking to Kayla with a determined nod Sasha would take a few steps back, slipping behind the larger, sturdier woman. He wasn't cowering however, and instead drew out his enchanted flute dagger, bring the arcane instrument to his supple lips and giving a soft blow. A soft, exotically foreign melody would ring out from the flute, along with swirling wisps of scentless smoke. The dark haze would pull itself tightly together, building and condensing and taking on a humanoid shape, becoming more detailed and distinct by the moment, until finally it took the form of an armored spirit, it's swirling flesh made of smoke and black fire. Giving another knowing nod to his companion the boy would blow a sharper note, causing the summoned spirit to fly forward, fast as a wildfire, aiming to land the first blow as it threw a fiery fist as the femme fatale. ((#msg15158009)Match No:2HP:50Current armor:1Stunts in play:Legendary Armour, Defensive Stance Flaws in play:Directing damage at:Draw Priestess Damage roll:1 (Sasha hanging off of her arm was surprisingly... nice. In fact, from the way he touched her to watching his lithe form gracefully move around, being near him constantly seemed to make Kayla's armor tease her, so that, even despite her best efforts at self-control, she was still full of a pleasing warmth by the time that they arrived at the arena. And then, with the rising cheers, came the knowledge that the fight was upon her. This and the fact that Vase had thankfully, or perhaps unfortunately, left her side afforded her the effort she needed to regain her balance." Drow," Kayla said coolly as she took out her sword, easily flowing into her well practiced stance. Sasha had moved behind her, making it clear what role he expected her to play. One that she was quite well suited for. "A safe word, you say? I look forward to hearing it again from your lips, when you choose to surrender." Behind her, the beautiful tones of Sasha's flute. She had heard of this, bards empowering their companions though their music. Was he one of those, she wondered. But no, Sasha was obviously not that type of bard, if bard he even was, as was made clear by the dark shape streaking past her and landing a powerful blow on the draw. Kayla tried to follow up with her own, but she missed her timing, so that she didn't manage to even touch the draw with her blade being forced to retreat to a safer distance. (HP | 3 Armour Moves:Grapple: Grapples and holds with its tentacles whoever is close. Can grapple only one person at a time. When grappled one can only attack the roper. Damaging it twice in a row will cause it to let loose. Attacks against a grappled person are made with an extra die, keeping the highest result and bypassing armor. Rock spit: 1d3 ranged damage Secret moves: These are still secret, DOH. Name:Roper Match No:2HP:100 HP | 3 Armor Attacks in play:Grapple Grappling:Kayla Damage roll:N/A(Priestess Match No:2HP:13 HP | 1 Armor Whip:10/10/10 HP (3 Snakes Left) | 0 Armor Attacks in play:Sadistic Recharge Directing damage at:Kayla Damage roll:At 2019-12-10 09:15:28, draw priestess (UID: 62815) rolls: 2d6k1 Result: 6 (2019-12-10 09:35:25, environment (UID: 62815) rolls: 1d20 Result: 16 (2019-12-10 09:35:40, environment (UID: 62815) rolls: 1d20 Result: 18 (Dark Elf priestess slightly tilted her head as she watched Sasha's attempts at communications." Devil took your tongue dear? Don't worry, you will not even want to utter the you always adorably roll onto your back"Readying her whip she was still completely taken by surprise when the spirit suddenly launched forward out of thin air, hitting her squarely in the side. The draw grunted and reeled, managing to snap back just in time when Kayla attacked. The armored maiden then tried to retreat, but as she came close to the stalagmite it suddenly sprung to life. It was a creature known as a 'Roper', known for disguising itself as a piece of rock and then suddenly lashing out when anyone got too close. As it did in this case. It shot out with eight tentacles, two coiling around Kayla's chest, and two others around her waist, pinning her arms to her sides. Tentacles five and six wrapped around Kayla's separate knees, trying to force her legs apart as the last two tentacles tried to slither underneath her armor. It wasn't a terribly bright creature, so the dwarves must have trained it to act in this manner. That probably also explains why it was bolted to the ground, so it would not wander off (although it did not reveal the use for the dildo on top, unless it was… decorative?). The Draw chuckled as one of the two adventurers had walked into her trap. She snapped her weapon forward at the immobilized Kayla, snakes extending to bridge the gap, hitting her unprotected stomach. It didn't leave any mark, but Kayla could feel her life force being sapped by the weapon, diverted to Draw Priestess who drew it in, healing herself from the damage inflicted by Sasha's spirit." Aah, much better. I like you far more like this."Care we're doing a 50 or a 25 HP match? Both are fine by me, but I just noticed that you don't have the same amount of HP between the two of you :P (I started on the assumption that it would be 50 HP XD) (Security Solutions Dungeon Defense Automaton Mark Match No:1Body:38 HP | 2 Armorless:0/8/8/8/8/8 HP (5 legs left) | 0 Armor Attacks in play:Firing grappling claw Directing damage at:Octavia Number to overcome:4; Roll a d6+armor. If its higher Octavia is able to dodge Damage roll:N/Crowd’s disposition to Octavia:0At 2019-12-10 10:23:53, environment (UID: 62815) rolls: 1d20 Result: 19 (was an impressive shot, even if not that damaging. Still, her stomach bare and the underside of her chest showing, shirt crumpled over her face and obscuring sight, Octavia managed to hit the same spot again. There was a creaking sound, followed by the invisible world around her suddenly accelerating and then coming to a halt as she crashed to the floor when the automaton's arm broke in half. It hurt, but was in the end only a small drop, not leaving any noteworthy damage. The machine was unfazed by the loss of a limb, as its programming immediately adjusted for its lack of a sixth appendage. It whirred, spotting the new position of Octavia, clutching her gun in two hands where she had crumpled on the floor. In microseconds its internal systems clicked, devising the fastest way to neutralize the ‘intruder’. Again it fired a trapping claw, this time aimed at the wrists of Octavia. If it managed to catch both at the same time it would lead to a huge decrease in combat effectiveness of his opponent, according to its calculations. Name:Octavia LaviniaMatch No:1HP:31Current armor:0 Stunts in play:None Flaws in play:None Directing damage at:Mark V arm Damage roll:At 2019-12-10 22:37:12, Octavia Lamina (UID: 58954) rolls: 2d6k-1 Result: 3 (defense roll (against claw):At 2019-12-10 18:08:37, Octavia Lamina (UID: 58954) rolls: 1d6 Result: 1 (slammed against the ground, her mind reeling as she struggled to sit up, propping herself up on one elbow as her environment returned to focus. Realizing how close she was to the contraption, Octavia rolled away quickly. Toppling along the ground as she did, however, her top tore open, fully exposing her breasts, her nipples still puffy and sensitive from the former pink mist. She struggled to sling one arm across her chest to cover them, but not before the closest members of the crowd could see. She blushed brighter at the thought of having to cover herself. Once again she held her pistol in two hands to train her aim, but the claw shot forward just as her wrists came down. Suddenly she felt the cable arrest her hands, and it took everything in her power to keep from dropping the pistol. She squeezed off another, barely aimed shot as she felt her arms entwined. (Security Solutions Dungeon Defense Automaton Mark Match No:1Body:38 HP | 2 Armorless:0/5/8/8/8/8 HP (5 legs left) | 0 Armor Attacks in play:Charging Laser Directing damage at:Octavia Damage roll:N/Crowd’s disposition to Octavia:-1At 2019-12-12 06:52:36, environment (UID: 62815) rolls: 1d20 Result: 10 (crowd smelled blood, and now they wanted to see more. And they got their wish as the cable wound tightly around Octavia's wrists. A point-blank shot ricocheted off an arm plate, slightly damaging it before the machine lifted Octavia. Second time she left the ground involuntarily, at least this time she was not upside down, but that was about the only upside. Dangling from her wrists Octavia was unable to keep her blouse closed, exposing her full breasts and bare to the whole crowd. The Dwarves whooped, and it seemed the various Dark Elves present also enjoyed this latest part of the show. The automaton whirred as it turned its head, fixating its eye on the High Elf." Cessation of your resistance is imminent; calculated with a ninety-five percent confidence interval. Discard your weapons to switch from battle mode to punishment mode. You will be non-lethally harmed." You heard that all before. Unsurprisingly it was quite unimaginative. The eye started to glow as you heard a familiar sound again, the spool winding up to charge the laser as the eye started to glow. This was going to be a painful close range shot... ((#msg15158009)Match No:2HP:19Current armor:0 Stunts in play:Legendary Armour Flaws in play:Directing damage at:Roper Damage roll:5 (rookie mistake. Kayla had been too focused on the draw, on Sasha, on the strange apparition he had summoned... She hadn't taken care to check her surroundings. And now she was caught, her limbs caught and spread by some strange monster's tentacles. And what more, she could feel two more of them, tentacles, teasing her bare skin. Her armor was powerful, true, but only against those who meant her arm. The ones attacking her now were meant for pleasure and, far from stopping them, her armor let them through, joining them, even, in arousing her lusts. What more, there was the elf, sapping her strength to add to her own. "You won't win so easily, Draw! These bonds won't hold me long." It was mostly bravado. Kayla knew that she wouldn't last much longer like this, though she did her best to struggle out, feeling the monster give way a bit. But not yet quite enough. (Hadn (#msg15173177)Match No:2HP:25Current armor:0 Stunts in play:Flaws in play:Directing damage at:Roper Damage roll:7 (eyes smiled coyly as the spirit caught the haughty draw off guard, landing a solid blow against their foe. However, it seemed the slate skinned woman was not so easily bested, as she lashed out at Kayla, her small wound seeming to heal an instant later. Even worse his companion was suddenly ensnared by what they had assumed was just a cock adorned rock, but was instead some kind of monster in hiding. Shifting his fingers the boy abruptly switched to a different melody on his flute, causing the spirit to break from its engagement with the draw and fly to Kayla's side, "Hora!" the spirit shouted as it aimed a blazing kick at the rocky beast, managing to loosen its grip. Not skipping a beat the spirit would catch hold of Kayla and carry her back to Sasha's side. Surprisingly the spirit's fiery body didn't burn the girl at all, in fact the warm heat of its touch was very pleasant...almosttoopleasant given her body was already sensitive from the monster's molesting onslaught. The spirit's flames would also heat up her armor, and the tentacles there in, making them nice and warm and melty as they writhed over her sensitive spots. Looking to her companion Sasha would give a confirming nod, before turning his attention to the draw, who now stood on the opposite side of the roper from them. Name:Octavia LaviniaMatch No:1HP:31Current armor:0 Stunts in play:None Flaws in play:Mercy of the crowd Directing damage at:Mark V body Damage roll:At 2019-12-14 14:10:58, Octavia Lamina (UID: 58954) rolls: 2d6k-1m-2 Result: 2 (tried to control her breath, feeling her cheeks grow hot with embarrassment while the lesser beings in the audience gawked at her exposed skin. She heard herself whimper, but it was thankfully too quiet for the crowd to hear. She weighed her options. But it was the cheers of the dark elves that pushed her over the edge. Her analytical mind faded, and her rage began to take over. She began swinging in the arm's grip. The shot would be nearly impossible, but she was in no mood to calculate the odds. Her hands, though clasped above her, still held her pistol. She swung harder, kicking her feet, only mildly aware of the way the motion made her breasts sway for the crowd. She twisted and contorted her body, tilting the gun downward. Furthermore, she had no hope of angling it in such a way that she could hit one of the arms, but the body was a big enough target. With one final jerk, she aimed as well as she could and shot. (No:2HP:95 HP | 3 Armor Attacks in play:N/Grappling:N/Damage roll:N/A(Priestess Match No:2HP:26 HP | 1 Armor Whip:10/10/10 HP (3 Snakes Left) | 0 Armor Attacks in play:Whip Bind Directing damage at:VashaDamage roll:4, ignores Armour 2019-12-29 13:50:10, Draw Priestess (UID: 62815) rolls: 1d4 Result: 4 (2019-12-29 13:42:18, Environment (UID: 62815) rolls: 1d20 Result: 11 (2019-12-29 13:42:30, Environment (UID: 62815) rolls: 1d20 Result: 7 (roper started to lift Kayla, raising her the girl above his head towards the huge metal dildo. It looked like the dwarves had trained the creature to put whatever it snatched on there. In the struggles of the armored champion the creature had trouble aiming her down. For a few seconds Kayla’s leg brushed against the thing, which started to glow a faint blue. In response the metal bar on the door also started to slide, receding into the wall. So that’s how you unlocked it. This was when the spirit jumped in, hitting the roper as it was struggling with Kayla, causing the latter to drop in the spirits hands and whisk her away. As soon as Kayla was away from the creature, and most notably the metal dildo the glowing stopped, and the bar slid back, locking the door again. Looks like someone had to stay up there in order to open the door. The Draw snarled as the door closed again. It seemed she too needed to go through this door to get paid.” Almost, lousy pests!” She snapped the whip forward, the snakes lengthening to stretch the distance. The snakes whipped past the still reeling roper, two missing their target and one managing to find it, curling around Sasha’s wrists. The snake contracted painfully around them wringing them together tightly.” Ha! Got you now!” The priestess cheered, starting to pull on the snake, initiating a little tug of war. It seemed the Draw was only just a bit slower than the boy, starting to drag him slowly towards the roper if no one intervened. (Security Solutions Dungeon Defense Automaton Mark Match No:1Body:38 HP | 2 Armorless:0/5/8/8/8/8 HP (5 legs left) | 0 Armor Attacks in play:Firing Laser Directing damage at:Octavia Damage roll:At 2019-12-29 14:20:13, Automaton (UID: 62815) rolls: 4d6k2 Result: 12 (’s disposition to Octavia:-2Environment:At 2019-12-29 14:23:26, Environment (UID: 62815) rolls: 1d20 Result: 6 (shot rang through the arena, completely missing the machine, despite it being a huge target. The bullet dug into the floor on the far side of the arena with a hollow thud, just under the noses of the Dark Elf delegation who chuckled haughtily. The dwarves whooped at the sight of Octavia’s chest swinging freely as she tried to wriggle away from the machines hold on her wrists. The eye glowed steadily as the charging sound stopped. There was only a millisecond to prepare for what coming. At point-blank range the laser cascaded over the elf, blinding hot white light enveloping her with a searing heat. You could feel it whip and ripple across you painfully, as if standing in a hot furnace where a hurricane was blazing. Finally, it stopped. Still Octavia hung from the claw, alive as well, but the blast had ripped most of her clothes to shreds. Riding boots and gloves were fine, as were the cuffs where the robot held the woman, but the rest was gone. Behind Octavia, the last burning scraps of her pants, coat and undergarments were spiraling to the ground. Her Hair was luckily only lightly signed at the tips, but right now she was smoking hot. Literally, a few wisps of smoke were rising from her body where small hairs had been burnt away. Her skin felt as if she had been burnt from laying in the sun for too long, that could have been worse. Many in the crowd whooped at the elves exposed body and many different suggestions were shouted about things that could be done to her. None of it sounded good. The automaton shook Octavia a little as one would do with a nigh empty bottle to check its contents, determining she was still alive. The machine managed to determine that the elf was still holding on to her gun." Cessation of your resistance is imminent; calculated with a ninety-five percent confidence interval. Discard your weapons to switch from battle mode to punishment mode. You will be non-lethally harmed."it cleared again. ((#msg15158009)Match No:2HP:19Current armor:1Stunts in play:Legendary Armour Flaws in play:Directing damage at:Whip snake Damage roll:1 ("The...thanks," Kayla managed to say to Sasha. Between the roper's attentions, her close encounter with the dildo and the heat from Sasha's spirit, her armor's tentacles were quite aroused now and threatening to do to her what the dildo would have done, had Sasha been even slightly late. But now, it was Sasha's turn to get bound, one of the draw's snakes binding itself to his wrist. And it was Kayla's turn to help. "Let him go!" She called out as she swung her sword at the snake, hoping to cut it in two. And failing miserably, her sword bouncing off of the tough, flexible... whatever it was. It didn't help that the tentacles were writhing all over the inside of her armor now, the sensation both pleasurable and a terrible distraction in the middle of a fight. (Hadn (#msg15173177)Match No:2HP:25Current armor:0 Stunts in play:Mirage: Once per battle Sasha can reveal that the target the opponent just attacked was actually just an illusion. Negates the damage from the opponent's most recent attack. Flaws in play:Directing damage at:Draw Priestess Damage roll:8 (seemed that just the small moment of turning to give Kayla a nod was enough time for the draw to capitalize. The lightning fast snakes somehow managed to slip past the spirit's defenses, the fiery being that normally would tank any hit directed at the boy too slow to react to it's master's binding in time. Sasha's eyes and mouth opened in a silent gasp of surprise, both stunned by the sneak attack and terrified by the constricting snake. The boy stumbled forward as the whip was yanked, lacking the physical strength to win a tug of war with the dark dominatrix. And with his wrists bound, preventing him from lifting the flute to his lips, and Kayla's attempt at assistance failed, it seemed that they boy was doomed to suffer the fate he had spared his partner of, his tight hole about to serve as the lock for the magical cock-shaped key on the Roper's head. That was, at least, until a soft melody (filled the room. When the draw gave another yank on the whip the coiled snakes would suddenly tear right through the boy's wrists, pulling them straight off in the process. However, the grisly scene would not be accompanied by a splash of crimson red...but by a wisp of smoke. A fragrant, incense like smoke would pour out from the boy's "wounds", and shortly after his entire body would begin to break apart, vanishing in a soft puff of smoke. Kayla would see it first, Sasha standing behind the draw priestess, playing the same melody he had been repeating for the past minute or so, though only just now had become audible to the two women. The Sasha that had been standing beside Kayla was nothing more than a mirage, while the real Sasha had been positioned behind her ever since he pried Kayla from the Roper, using the rescue as a distraction to lay down his illusion and sneak across the room. Staring over the draw's shoulder at Kayla the boy would give a playful wink, before suddenly shifting his fingers and switching the song to a far more aggressive tune. Again the flame spirit manifested before him, lunging at the draw with not just one mighty blow, but an entire barrage of high speed punches, "Horahorahorahorahorahorahorahorahorahorahorahorahorahora....HORA!" the phantom shouted, ending its flurry with an uppercut aimed to launch the draw towards the Roper and into it's wriggling grasp.

Dungeon Arena League (IC_ Duregar Security Solutions Showroom Arena)|rating:3.0

In the deep end (kingmaster1 & Cherri)

June time now, things are just starting to heat up, but the schools still haven't let out. How annoying. Well, annoying for the kids, and annoying during the week, but it's Saturday and, more importantly, the Tenet family get together that comes every year. They come from all over the country to spend some time catching up at one family's house, and this year, David's family was hosting in their big pool. David Tenet walked along the side of the pool, shooting the breeze with any passers-by who came up to him, asking about his college work or his new job as a cook for a nearby restaurant. It was a living. He got to live on his own without a roommate, not the biggest place, but it was his place. The only downside was that he didn't get to see his little sister as often, he loved her so. As he came around the pool he could see her from the opposite side and, with a smirk, went to her side, pretending to grab a drink before he began sneaking up behind her. He'd heard from their parents that she was having some trouble in P.E. swimming, he didn't know why, but he doubted she had body issues, god she was hot. He'd been hiding a massive attraction for his sister for the longest time, it was sick and wrong...by most standards...but he couldn't care less, what he cared about was what she thought, that he didn't know. With a cup in hand he moved up behind her and grabbed her shoulder, pushing her forward before yanking her back, almost like he was going to push her inside, "Saved your life!", he yelled as he held her back from the water. Carissa all but screamed when she felt shoved, but then noted being yanked back and heard her brother. She scowled and lightly punched him in the shoulder. "Don't do that you jerk!" But she couldn't hold her scowl and sighed. Truth be told, while her brother irked her at times, she felt very happy that he was back for the summer. It was a relief to not have to think about swimming this weekend. She eyed the pool with pure hatred. "I'll be happy once school ends... then I won't have to deal with P.E. ever again." Straitening herself up and fixing her composer, she looked over at him." You know I hate the water, don't even joke about pushing me in. I can't swim..." Downing a sip of her lemonade, she glanced around the crowd of people. David chuckled and sat next to his sister, his arm moving around her waist as he held her against his side. "I never could understand how we lived with a pool and yet you can't swim," he said with a roll of his eyes, "You may as well learn while you're being forced to do this". He looked down into the water and smirked, "You know I can teach you, miss scaredy-cat," he said with a gentle bump against her side. "Besides, I can't believe you're unmotivated to swim with all those dudes in banana hammocks running around the pool, what're they a part of? Diving team or something?", he asked with a wink, "Can't believe you don't want to swim with all that man action". He chuckled, "Anyway, come on, sweet cheeks, let's get in the pool," he said before standing up and taking off his shirt, revealing his chiseled six-pack and chests underneath it. With his shirt off and only his swimming trunks on he began walking down the steps into the pool, feeling the refreshing water cover him as he looked up to Carissa, "Come on, then", he egged. "N-Now?? You must be out of your damned mind!" Carissa took a step back, wearing a bikini underneath a pair of shorts and a t-shirt, she could have. However, now that her brother was egging her on, she didn't know if she could trust him not to dunk her." I'll have you know... I can still look at man candy without swimming, you think I can't get attention with a body like this?" She pointed to her chest before sighing and taking off her shirt and shorts. "Fine..." Edging slowly to the side, she peered into the water. "You pull me, you're a dead man." David chuckled, "Yeah, whatever," he said with a smile, "Stop flaunting the twins and get in the water". He raised his eyebrow as she sat on the edge, and he walked in front of her, "Here," he said as he opened his arms, "Come here and hug your big brother, he'll keep you afloat". A passing cousin giggled as she swam by, "Get a room", she threw out playfully before diving underwater and swimming away quickly. David rolled his eyes, "Come on, sugar lump," he said with a smirk, "You can't learn if you don't get in. And, for better encouragement, you can't pass high school without a passing grade in PE and never swimming won't be getting you a passing grade. So, unless you want PE in summer school, get your butt in here". Carissa huffed irritably before sticking her foot in. "Ah! It's cold!!" Hearing their cousin's remark, she stuck her tongue before finally jumping into the water and clinging to her brother. "It's cold it's cold it's cold!!" She shrieked. Carissa wrapped her arms around his neck and her legs around his torso." Alright, I'm in the water. Now what?" "It's so not cold," he said with a roll of his eyes as she clung to him like a scared cat. He looked down to her with an eyebrow raised, "So...are you going to hang onto me the whole time? Cause, you need to touch the ground to be able to swim, you scaredy-cat". He reached a hand down and pinched her little rear, "Down girl!", he said with a laugh as he grabbed her sides and pushed her off ever so slightly, clearly not actually trying." Step one of swimming, touch the ground," he said as he put his fists on his hips, waiting for her to get off of him. He was surprised really, she seemed to have quite the phobia. Carissa squeaked when he pinched her and she shoved him. "Ow! Don't do that!" She huffed before standing. "I know how to stand... thank you very much." She glanced over to the deeper end. "I just... I don't know how to swim. Every time I try I feel like I'm drowning." Taking several steps back, she watched the others. "I can't swim, I probably won't ever swim. I just need to avoid water." As she backed away David went closer and wrapped an arm around her, "Come on, that's no way to talk," he said with a smile down to her, "I can teach you, that's why we're here, just do as I say". He looked over to the deep in, "We'll stay in the shallow end for now," he said with a smirk, "I'm afraid you'll have a heart attack if we go any deep". He soon moved back from her, "Now, I want you to pay close attention to my form," he said before taking the appropriate, stroke motion for swimming. Furthermore, he took a breath before he began swimming back and forth in the shallow end, it wasn't big, but it was wide enough for her to see his movements. After a moment he looked to her, "The key is to know when to take a breath, whenever your head comes up, you breathe, got it?", he asked as he looked to her, "Now, give it a shot, and don't worry, I'll be here to help". Watching him closely, She nodded. "Right... it's not as easy as it looks you know." Standing back, she assumed the position, but as soon as her feet moved from under her, she found herself underwater. Panic crept up in her, and she splashed around before standing back up. "You see?? I sink every time I try! And." She looked around at the family. "I'm embarrassed. I can't in front of a crowd... can we do this later?" David rolled his eyes when she sank and went over to help, but she was back up already. "Okay...that was sad," he said under his breath as she looked around. He poked her side, "Everything happens in a crowd, get used to them," he said as he hugged her to his side." Look, you're forgetting the key thing. You need to relax," he said with a smile, "Just imagine you're laying on your bed and let go of everything, I think we need to move back to step 0, floating". He smiled down to her, "So, just lay back, and relax, let yourself float, think of something calming, and don't panic". Carissa fumed at his comments. "Hey! Not everyone was gifted with the swimming gene!" She moved over and hugged him, clinging to him again. "Can't we just have fun right now? I don't want to swim just yet." Whining, hoping that he would just drop it for now. David rolled his eyes, "Fine, sis," he said, "We'll continue this later". He moved them over to rest against the wall of the pool, and he hugged her against his side, "So, how have things been going at home without me?", he asked as he looked over to her, "It's been a long while since I got back. Since Christmas break, I think, I went to Mexico for Spring break". "Too long!" Carissa moved over and hugged him. "I missed you, you brat. Why don't you come home like you should and not take any more trips during breaks? Or at least take your favorite sister along." She sighed and just kicked back to watch the party go on. The sun was slowly beginning to set and little by little, family members said their goodbye's and left. During this time Carissa moved away from David and tried to practice her floating. Failing at first, she was able to get it afterward." Alright, I think I got this!" She boasted. "You don't want to see your big brother when he's on vacation, Carissa," he said with a chuckle before simply relaxing with his little sister, who he'd missed terribly since the Christmas break where he'd gotten her a pair of feet pajamas. As family began to leave they were given a warm goodbye and all of them looked forward to the next family meeting they could go to. After long enough it was just David, Carissa, and a few scattered cousins swimming around. When she seemed to get floating her snickered, "Impressive, little sister," he said as he went over to her and looked her over, "Want to try actually swimming now?". "Fine." Carissa moved into the position that she had tried before, this time successfully staying afloat. "Yes!" She cheered. Soon, it was dark. Everyone left, and it was just her and David left in the pool. Carissa spent hours just trying to stay afloat and swim, her efforts weren't in vain. However, she still wasn't ready for the deep end. Carissa stood in the shallow end, panting. "Okay, I'm tired... can we call it a night?" As the hours went on David could see that his little sister was improving little by little, he was quite proud of her, but he honestly couldn't stop staring at her body. The way she moved back and forth was really starting to get to him and her bikini wasn't helping either. When she seemed tired of everything he floated over to her and hugged her against his chest, "Are you sure? You seem to be making real progress," he said as he held her and let his arms slide along her waist, going so far as to rest with his hands gently pressing onto her rear, "Plus it's pretty nice when it's just the two of us, mom and dad are inside and asleep, we have the whole pool to ourselves". "Yes, I'm sure!" Carissa breath out and let herself relax against her brother. "I can practice more tomorrow." She was enjoying the moment, until she felt his hands on her rear. No... was he really? Nah... he wouldn't be feeling up his sister. But... as he spoke, she had to take a moment and step back. "Yes... but um, maybe we should go inside... yes?" "Meh," he answered with a shrug as he held her close and his hands soon moved to cup her rear with more Purus, not squeezing her but holding her cheek. "So, does my little sister have a boyfriend? Suitor? Secret admirer?", he asked before giving her rear a squeeze with his arm roped around her waist, hold their hips together as he felt himself getting hard against her. As he held her he began drifting them, slowly, towards the deep end of the pool, trying to make this a hostage situation of sorts so she wouldn't dare muscle away from him. "W-What are you doing??" Carissa grew panicked as she held onto him. "A-And no I don't have a boyfriend. Knock it off David! Take me to the shallow end now!" she squirmed against him, and paused once she felt a weird sensation. Her heart sank to her stomach. He was getting aroused by this." Enough is enough David!" "Come on," David said, "I like having you hold onto me like this". He smiled to her, "And don't worry, big brother's got you nice and safe," he said before he grabbed her ass more firmly, "Plus, with no boyfriend, you've got nothing to worry about, little sis". After a moment he pressed his lips against her cheek and then, softly, against hers lips, enjoying the small kiss with his little sister as one of his hands moved up to slide along her chest, "These have gotten big," he said before poking one of her breasts, feeling how much bigger it was from the last time he'd "Accidentally" poked her chest. Carissa smacked his hand away, but cursed when she felt herself slipping away and held onto him. "Yes, I do have something to worry about. Now let me go!" When he poked her breast, she squeaked and smacked his shoulder. "Stop it! I mean it!" "Mmm, come on, sis," he said as he held her close, "You can't tell me you never thought of this". His hand soon moved to cup her breast as he brought her close enough for his growing hardness to press against her stomach, letting her feel just how erect she'd gotten him from her soft body. "You have such a marshmallow soft ass," he said as he gave it a squeeze and let her hang onto him herself as he moved his hands along her body, "How about a kiss for your caring brother?". "No! I have NEVER thought of this!" Carissa bit her lip lightly when he groped her breast, but turned her head away from him. "No. I want you to take me back to the shallow end now!" She yelled and tried to squirm or make a poor attempt at getting away, but no, no avail. David pouted, "I've caught you staring more than once, Carissa," he said before his hand moved up to hold her cheeks, and he moved her head to look at him before pressing his lips against hers. His hand on her rear soon pulled on the string of her bikini, letting the thin fabric loosely slide off as he swam her ever so gently in the deep end, the bikini bottom trailing off of her to reveal her pert butt cheeks before he grabbed one tightly, "Mmm", he moaned, "If you want me to come home more often, I think I'll need something to really bring me back, and my little sister's ass might be just that". "N-No!" Her cry was stifled by his kiss, and she whined once she felt her bikini bottom loosen and slowly sink away, leaving her exposed. A blush rose to her cheeks and she moaned out when he grabbed her. Part of her... was indeed being aroused. It was a natural response. "Stop it-!"" With this I don't want you to come home!" She argued, fighting hard against the sensations. "Yes you do, little sister," he said with a smile, "you'll always love your big brother, because he'll always love you". He looked down to her, "Here, have a good feel," he said as he slowly took her hand and drove it down for her to feel his erection, wanting her to feel his long cock riding up against her. "Go ahead, get a good feel of your big brother, I want you to like the feeling," he said before kissing her cheek, "You'll love it in time". It was strange... being coddled like a child, yet have all these obvious adult feelings and intentions. It was strange, that she still felt safe in his arms, with his words. "I-I don't want to..." She took her hand away and wrapped them around his neck. She hoped, hoped that if she just held on and sat still, he wouldn't do anything more. "What a threat," he said as she put her hands against his neck and he simply moved closer, pressing his lips against hers once more. The hand on her rear soon moved to start skimming along her crack, feeling the two cheeks open up to a simple move of his finger as he kept his lips against hers, "Just calm down, sis, your big brother knows what to do". "No-! Please just. Just leave that area alone." Carissa begged. No matter what she did, she couldn't escape his grasp. Tears sprang to her eyes at the thought of what was happening. David moved a hand up to slide along her hair, "don't cry," he said as he began petting his hand down her hair, "big brother just wants to make you feel good". The hand on her rear soon moved further down to start skimming along the underside of her untouched flower, wiggling his fingers to fit under her bikini to start feeling her, "don't you trust me, Carried?", he asked as GE looked down to her with a smile, his hand still squeezing her breast. Carissa stifled a cry when she felt his hand move. "Just stop it..." She mumbled and squirmed once she felt his hand touching her sensitive spot in between in her legs. Letting her head rest on his shoulder, she calmed down a bit... the sensation right there wasn't all to bad in fact. David rested his head against hers, pressing a kiss onto her forehead as he slid his fingers back and forth against her slit, feeling how smooth and pure she was downstairs. "Mmm, so soft and smooth for me," he said as he spread her lips with two fingers. His lips soon pressed against her neck, "how about a kiss for me, sis?", he asked as he held her close, "if I get a kiss, I promise I'll be gentle with you". "A-Ah.-" Carissa moaned out when she felt his fingers, she felt a sense of heat rising in the pit of her lower stomach. Curiosity began to take over her thoughts... these sensations, weren't all that bad. He was gentle, soft for her... Even coaxing her with gentle words as if this was completely normal. Before she lost any more of her senses, she shook her head and leaned away from him. "N-No. This needs to stop David...-" David, "no it doesn't, Carissa," he said before kissing her cheek again, "I've wanted to do this for so long". After a moment his hand moved off of her slit and pulled back, yanking her bikini bottom off and letting it sink to the bottom of the pool, where she could get it. His hand then moved to the top of his own shorts, grabbing the top and pulling them down, letting his large erection pop out to poke against her. Now, with both of their lower halves naked he moved forward, sliding his erection between her legs so she could feel it pulse against her." Do you feel that, Carissa?", he asked as the length of it moved along her hot slit, "that's all the love that your big brother has for you". Feeling her bottoms completely gliding off, she couldn't help but feel so vulnerable to him. Then, feeling his erection slide in between her legs, sending involuntary chills down her spine with a soft moan. She felt so electric, so sensitive to every touch, every sensation. It wasn't a bad feeling, not a bad feeling at all... Carissa clung onto him, her legs even widening for him. All sense of logic melted away, what turned from a nightmare, to and erotic fantasy. All she could think of now... was this sense of pleasure. As his sister seemed to relax against him David smiled and slid his hand along her cheek before pressing his lips against hers, letting her feel what a tender, willing kiss was like with him as he began moving his erection back and forth between her legs, enjoying the heating feeling of her crotch against his hard shaft." Mmm, you look beautiful," he said before running his tongue along her neck and moving his hips so that the head of his cock was pressed against her entrance, threatening to move inside whenever. He didn't know if his sister was still a virgin or not, he'd never seen her with a boyfriend, so he doubted she'd had her cherry popped, which he kind of liked, it would mean he was the only one to ever lay hand on his adorable sister. Carissa didn't know what to do in a situation like this, she had little to no experience. She had boyfriends in the past... but never took it to the next level. His kiss, was indeed tender... and in some weird way, she liked it. Feeling his shaft rubbing up against her, sent waves of pleasure coursing through her body. Letting out soft moans each time. When he paused and aimed for her entrance, she didn't know what to say. "W-wait..." Her body tensed. "I'm a virgin... I've... never done this before." David chuckled, "Good," he said as he held her, "I'm glad that I get my little sister's first time". He moved down and gently kissed her cheek, "Just let me take over", he assured her before he began moving his hips forwards, letting her feel the head as it spread her hot lips apart slowly as he began moving inside of her. His hand gently grabbed one of her breasts as the other cupped her ass, holding her close as he began moving inside." Can you feel it?", he asked as he hugged her, "Your big brother is getting close to your little virgin wall". His lips soon found hers again when he felt the head of his cock press against her hymen, wanting her to brace herself before he moved any further. Carissa braced and held onto him, she grunted lightly and gasped once she felt his member slid into her tight walls. It felt weird... almost hurting from being stretched out. She whined and winced slightly. "It... feels weird..." After a moment to let her feel what it was like for it to be inside of her he began moving forward again. With a quick push he felt her hymen give under the force of his cock and he hugged her close, "Not a virgin anymore, little sister," he said with a smile as he kissed her neck and began moving the rest of his cock inside of her. Carissa cried out at the entry, it hurt. Her brother, had taken her own virginity. It was an odd thought, but there was no going back now. It took her body a few moments to overcome this sudden entry. He was big, that was for certain." Ah-! D-David...-" She breathed. "I-It feels... it hurts.-" Carissa felt comforted by his kisses, his embrace. "Will it stop?- I'm so sensitive down there." David held her close, trying to comfort her through the pain of her virginity taken, slowly sliding his hand up and down her back. "It's okay, sweetie. Just calm down and relax, the pain will stop," he said before kissing her cheek softly and then moving his lips against hers, letting his tongue slide along her soft lips. His hands soon grabbed onto her hips, moving her down his hard cock for the pain to slowly be replaced by pleasure. "Just relax, my little Harris, and let your big brother please you," he said as he hugged her close. Carissa gasped out lightly as she felt him slide all the way in. He was right, the pain was starting to fade into a pleasure. Feeling his tongue against her lips, she moaned lightly, daring to even stick out her tongue... barely though. "CNN... ah-" She moaned and gripped him any time she felt a pleasure wash over her. "It feels so good..." David smiled and growled in satisfaction when he felt her tongue move to press against his. His Hans soon moved down to grab onto her soft ass cheek, gripping her to get leverage that helped him start moving his hips BAC and forth. "Mmm, so tight," he said as he began moving back and forth as her walls clenched down around his cock as it moved back and forth. "Ah... Mmnn...." Carissa bit her lip as she felt his hands on her ass. Her hand trailed up into his hair, lightly tugging on him. "Yes...a-ah... oh fuck...." She couldn't believe it... losing her virginity to her big brother, and she was loving it now. Who knew, such a taboo act could feel oh so good. It didn't feel so wrong anymore... There was no malice on the act. But feeling the love, the pleasure. It was amazing. Something she could get used to. David could feel that she was accepting this and even embracing it with the way she was pulling on his hair. His lips soon found hers as he began moving his hips back and forth, loving the way she tightened up around with each motion he made. One of his hands moved up and grabbed onto her breast, squeezing it tenderly to feel her sweet melons. "Can you feel how much your big brother loves you now?", he asked with a smile, "he loves you more than anything". "Yes... yes...-" Her breath hitched in her throat as she groaned. "I do..." Her eyes widened slightly as she felt the sudden tension rising in her loins. This pressure she never felt before. The pleasure only increasing. Carissa had heard of orgasm before, but never experienced one. Knowing how her friends talked about it, she was certain she was close to achieving her first. "I think.... Ah- I think I'm close.-" her legs moved to wrap around his waist, moving her own hips to match his rhythm. As her legs wrapped around him David began moving his hips faster, wanting to give her all the pleasure he could during her first time. "Oh yeah, cum hard little sister", he moaned as he continued moving, his hands going down for both hands to tightly clutch her ass cheeks. As she tightened up it became harder for him to move, his arms helping to pull her forward before he thrust her back with his hips. When she felt him pick up the pace, thrusting harder and fully into her, it didn't take her long before she was tipped over the edge. Her head tilted back as her legs gripped him, her toes curling and cried out in pleasure. The pleasure pulsated through her body from deep inside her, her tight walls pulsating and clamping down onto his shaft. Her body was a quivering mess. He moaned as she came, her soft cries and whimpers making him smile as he continued to fuck her. With her walls tightening he could feel himself getting closer to his own orgasm, making him move faster and faster inside of her. When he finally reached his limit he gripped her ass cheeks and let thick, hot rockets of his jazz shoot out inside of her, coating her once untouched walls with his hot ejaculate. A second wave of pleasure washed over her once she felt the warmth enter inside her. Her body rocking over, and she leaned forward towards him, panting heavily. "That felt... so... so good...." Him thrusting into her harder and harder caused a second orgasm, a more powerful orgasm to wash over her. "Oh god... I would... I wouldn't mind doing this again..." Carissa had never felt this way before... it was amazing, being owned by her protective big brother. She was his, that was for sure. "See?", he asked with a smile, "I knew you would love it, sis". His hands held her ass firmly as they floated together, and he slowly drifted them to the shallow end, pressing her against one of the walls and pressing his lips against hers. This time, he wanted the full thing, and his tongue slid forward to spread her lips and slide against her own, wrenching his little sister in a way he'd only imagined before. He had slowly moved his cock out of her, feeling a few shots of cum rocketing into the pool, that's what chlorine was for, though. After a few moments he smiled, "Want to go and continue inside?", he asked as he squeezed her butt, "There are a few more virginities I want to take from my sister". Carissa couldn't help but moan out lightly as his tongue invaded her mouth, her senses flooded with him. As his cock slid out of her, a slow groan rose from the middle of her throat at the release of the tension inside her. At his words, she stared wide eyes at him. "T-There is more?" David smile, "That depends, has my little sister ever sucked someone's dick?", he asked as he continued groping her rear. He moved in close and one of his fingers soon moved down to press against her rear hole, "And, uh, this counts for a virginity too," he said before kissing her cheek and moving his hands back up to grab her ass cheeks again. "N-no!! No anything but that last one!" Carissa shrieked and shook her head quickly. She pressed her hands on his chest and pushed him away since she could touch now."I'm sorry... I don't... I don't think I could get used to that." Her face a flushed red as she felt around for her bottom piece. Sliding it up and tying it." I don't... Know about the first one either.... I don't even feel comfortable with the idea of sex yet..." Pausing in thought, she added, "I will try... Anything else right now... Maybe the first suggestion too... Just... I don't know..." The idea was foreign to her. But she... Was curious. Pulling herself out of the pool, she adjusted her suit. "Where... To?" Well...that certainly wasn't the reaction he'd been looking for. "Okay, okay, no anal, just calm down, little sis," he said as he walked out of the pool, stark naked. He slid his arm around her and hugged her close, "let's go to your room," he said as he held her against his side. He slowly walked them into the house, pressing his kiss onto her cheek every now and then until they got to her room, next to his old one. Furthermore, he opened her door and smiled, "girly as always," he said with a smile before shutting and locking the door behind them. Carissa blushed in embarrassment, "I'm sorry... I don't think I will ever be able to do that." She watched him as he shut the door behind them, the heat rising back into her face as well as... other places." Won't... mom and dad hear...?" Carissa asked quietly as she moved back to the center of the room, wondering where exactly he wanted her to be. He smiled, "don't care. Let's have fun," he said before walking over and pressing his lips against hers, his hand grabbing onto her hip as he walked her towards her bed. He pushed her back to land on the bed, and he moved onto of her, pressing his lips against hers while one of his hands grabbed onto her soft tit. "I care-" Carissa felt him suddenly press his lips against hers, slowly stepping back until she landed on her back on the bed. "Have you... seen me naked before?" Mumbling softly against his lips, she felt shy with the light in her room. At least out in the pool it had been dark. Now, she was completely exposed to him." It won't hurt again this time, will it? I heard that... it gets better each time." Carissa had a tendency of either talking too much or speaking her thoughts out loud. Her voice was silenced however, once he grasped her breast. "In...-" she bit her lip to suppress a loud moan. "I did walk in on you showering a couple of times, but, otherwise, no," he said with a smile before pressing his lips against hers once again. "And yes, it shouldn't really hurt this time or any others," he said before flipping them over for her to be on top. His hands moved up to grab the straps of her swimsuit, pulling them down her shoulders to reveal her sweet breasts to him. Carissa felt the fabric give away as her breasts popped out of their cloth confinement. "You did? How embarrassing... I don't- What did you see...?" She wasn't totally and completely innocent... sometimes in the shower she took her time exploring her body. If he had caught her doing that... She shuttered at the thought. She looked down at him, "Do. You like it when I resist? Or when I'm willing?" Carissa had noted his eagerness before when she struggled to get away. He smirked, "normally I just saw your little ass, but every now, and then I got a frontal view of your sweet tits," he said before grabbing onto her chest and squeezing her soft breasts. He gently squeezed her breasts and moved his lips to press against her neck. He had to chuckle, "I liked it when you tried fighting," he said before kissing her, "like you're ever so slightly scared of your big brother". Feeling his hands grasping her mounds, she moved them and pushed them way lightly. Hearing his words, she was surprised at how she wanted to please him, to resist him. Carissa blushed in shy manner before attempting to cover her chest. "W-Wait... Can we turn off the lights... before you see anything else.?" He smiled, "no way, I want to see every inch of my little sister," he said before hugging her close and pressing his lips against hers. His tongue soon slid against hers as his hand moved down against her soft rear, but one stood up to hold her tit. As he groped her he could feel himself getting erect against her, his hard member start pulsing against her. "You're getting me so hard, sis", he moaned before running his tongue along her neck. "B-But-..." Carissa's voice was silenced by his tongue and she made a soft sound. Her own arousal stirring inside herself as he worked her, groping her most sensitive spots. Her pink nipples erect thanks to the work of his hands, mouth slightly open as she was panting in between his kisses. Furthermore, her pink nipples erect thanks to the work of his hands. Carissa could feel his hard, erect cock up against her. It sent an involuntary chill down her spine. "I already... forgot... how big you were..." "Oh, let's fix that, then," he said before schooling her back a bit and letting his hard cock stand up between them, showing her just how long and hard it was. "Why don't you feel it, little sister?", he asked with a smile, "Get a good feeling for it". One of his hands was still groping her silky soft ass cheek as he watched her, his other hand moving down to grab the base of his cock, shaking it ever so slightly for her to see. The sight made her flush, Carissa had never seen a penis in real life. Plenty in pictures from Biology... but it was nothing compared to the real thing, at his suggesting of touching it, she hesitated. It was such a foreign looking thing to her... Her big brother's... large cock. Very slowly, her right hand reached over to lightly touch it. "A-Ah! It is hard..." She felt it inside her, but it was a different feeling actually touching it. Her virgin hands pulled back slightly. "Yes, it is hard," he said as he leaned in, pressing his lips against her neck as his hand to keep her fingers against his erection. "Hard because of you. You made your big brother so horny," he said, "I want you to stroke it, Charissa". He smiled, "hold onto my cock and start stroking it," he said in a deep growl, "make your big brother happy". "A-Ah..." Carissa felt her breath hitch in her throat at his words, his hand obviously keeping hers where he had wanted. Thinking for a moment, she hesitantly began to grip him... slowly stroking him. However, she didn't know how much pressure to use... how hard to grab him nor how fast she should go. "Gently, little sister," he said before kissing her jaw, "Don't want to hurt your big brother". He smiled to her and his hand gently held hers, setting a pace for her to stroke and loosening his grip ever so slightly as he continued to kiss her every so often and his other hand continued to grip her ass cheek. "Sorry-" Carissa quickly whispered before going at the set pace that he is hard for her, her hand slowly growing less and less hesitant. However, she didn't budge from her spot, it was a silly notion on her part... treating his shaft as if it were a snake ready to bite her. However, for the sake of her brother's pleasure, she kept at it." Is... Is this okay?" Her pace sped up, but just a tad bit. Not wanting to turn him off nor upset him, but she did want to learn at what speed he really liked it or how she could learn to please him. He smiled, "That's good, sis," he said as she continued to stroke him, "But, let's move on to something a little more fun". He gently lifted her up and set her down next to him before laying back on the bed, his face facing the ceiling, "Climb aboard," he said as he looked to her, wanting her to be on top of him for his next interest. Carissa watched as he moved and hesitated before being pulled to sit by him, "But..." She pouted slightly. "Sit on you? Won't I squish you?" moving slightly over, she straddled his stomach, but didn't sit on him." All those times with wrestling, anytime I sat on you, you overreacted." She huffed, not in a serious manner... but a more playful one. He chuckled, "That's cause every time you sat on my I got a boner," he said before leaning up and kissing her. His hands soon moved onto her hips, and he lifted her up before turning her around, so her head was above his cock and her pussy was above him. "Mmm, great view," he said as his cock pulse in front of her. "Ever heard of a blow job, sweetie?", he asked before his hands moved up, and he grabbed her hips, making her move down ever so slightly. Carissa fidgeted once she saw his cock in her face. "But David... I said I wasn't sure about this..." As she spoke however, her hands moved to lightly grasp him, that at least she knew how to do." W-Wait. What are you doing down there?" Her face flushed red, his face being uncomfortably close to her sweet spot. He chuckled as his hands slid up to grip her ass cheeks and moved her hips down. When her pussy was only an inch from his face his tongue stuck out, and he slid it along her pussy, almost immediately beginning to wiggle and slide along her pussy lips as he waited to see her reaction. Carissa didn't know what to expect, but with her excitement rising... at the first touch of his tongue she melted. Her muscles no longer tense and she stopped fighting his grip on her hips. "In...-" she bit her lip to suppress a moan, nothing too loud... their parents were right down the hall. The sensation felt so good, his hot breath... his slick tongue against her pussy... he was skilled. Her face appeared to be dazed, flushed from the arousal. As she was panting, her mouth hung open slightly, the tip of her tongue out... Carissa lowered the front of her body, her breasts pressed up against him. Staring at his cock, she felt bolder... leaning forward, she took a hesitant lick at the tip. David squeezed her ass cheeks as his tongue slid all along her puffy pussy lips, moving them around and getting a good view of her ethers as well. As he felt her excitement growing he moved forward, letting his tongue threaten to move inside of her and bridging on it as the tip of his tongue entered her. When he felt the lick of her tongue his cock pulsed, wanting more attention from the girl as it stood hard and straight. It shook ever so slightly as he moved his hips enough to get it to do so, waiting for her to take the hint. Feeling his tongue take in more of her, little by little... Carissa's mind clouded, forgetting all her insecurities and worries. His cock even seemed like a remarkable thing to look at right now. If he was giving her this insane pleasure... she should return the favor. Apparently he thought so too, seeing his cock move with his hip movements, she leaned in, taking it in her hand lightly, this time taking a full on lick. It wasn't as weird as she assumed it would be, her left hand very lightly grasped his ball sack, she wondered if that was a sensitive area for men too, and moved her entire mouth over his tip. Her tongue growing less hesitant as she used it to make a sucking motion, curling it around the edges of his tip and traveling lower to his shaft. He smiled as she took more of him inside of her mouth, surprised that she forgot her hesitance so quickly, but happy all the same. As she began pleasing him he could feel his cock pulsing against her tongue with each stroke, and he tried to return the favor, his tongue circling around her clit before sliding inside of her again and wiggling around. Carissa moaned as his cock was in her mouth, she pulled back, a trail of her saliva was coating his cock as she groaned. "In.- Your tongue feels good." She was amazed at the delicious pleasures she had learned about tonight from her big brother, Carissa was almost certain no other man could compare. Turning back to his cock, her large breasts squished delightfully against his pelvis as she took him back into her mouth. An act she suddenly wasn't so sure about, seemed suddenly amazing. Even daring to test how far she could put his pulsating member into her mouth. David was surprised, she was able to get more and more of his shaft into her mouth each time that she dove to taste it, and, in return, he would try and fit even more of his tongue inside of her sweet pussy, getting a good taste of her sweet juices as his hands squeezed her pillow soft ass. Carissa groaned out, reaching closer and closer to her orgasm. "In- Ah-! David... I'm gonna... I'm going to cum-" she mumbled softly, as to not alert her parents. It was hard for her to concentrate on the blow job now, but her moist, hot mouth sucked back down on him, urging him to reach closer to his own. David smiled and, before his tongue came out to slide along her clit again, one of his hands raised up before falling and giving her perky, squeezable ass a smack, followed by his teeth gently gripping her hard clit, wanting to bring her to a hard orgasm. "A-Ah!" It didn't take her much longer after that for her body to coil. She could feel the sensation build up, feeling just how wet she had been getting down there. With that burst of pleasure, it had all been released. She came, and she came hard. Her sweet juices seeping out into his mouth, it was more than she had anticipated. Her cry had unfortunately been too loud as her mother came knocking on the door." Carissa, is everything okay Hun?"" Y-Yes! I just... saw a spider. That's a-all." Luckily, her door had been locked. She heard her mother chuckle. "Alright dear, you tell your brother if you see him that your father needs tomorrow with work. Okay?"" Sure... I'll tell him..." Carissa let out a sigh and waited for their mother to leave before sticking her brother's cock back into her mouth, moaning for vibrations. When David heard the voice of their mother he began licking more slowly, letting her feel every inch grind against her soft, hot pussy while she tried to cover. What surprised him was how immediately his little sister had grabbed his dick back into her mouth when it seemed that their mother was gone. The sudden change in sensation pushed him towards his final pump and, quite suddenly, hot seed began shooting out of his pulsing shaft and coating the insides of her sweet mouth. Carissa had tried moving at the last minute so she wouldn't get any cum in her mouth, but to no avail. Not knowing what to do with it, she spat it back out, cursing about her comforter, but it would be an easy wash. "Dammit David..." She moved to sit up and looked back at him. "Are you trying to get us caught! Why did you keep going??" She still had his cum speckled over her face down to her chest, but didn't pay any attention to it. David smiled as she sat up, "you look so cute when you're mad," he said before leaning in close and pressing his lips against hers. His hands soon moved down, and he grabbed onto her hips, laying her down onto her back and holding himself above her sweet body. "It was a bit thrilling, huh? The thought of getting caught," he said with a smirk as he pressed his chest against hers. "N-No! It's foolish and dangerous!" Carissa argued, but went from fuming to just pouting when he turned her over onto her back." What are you going to do when I have a boyfriend?" Her voice trailed off once he was pressed up against her. So close again, this time forced to look him in the eyes. David raised his eyebrow, "boyfriend?", he asked as if she was talking crazy, "I just kind of thought that we would...just be together". He looked down at her, "I love my little sister... I don't want some other guy touching you," he said before he moved down and kissed her cheek, moving his lips to catch hers afterward. Carissa felt her heart flutter in her chest. "But... What will mom and dad say? This... Isn't normal..." Her voice was silenced by his kiss." Damnit..." Carissa mumbled against his lips before giving into his kiss. David smiled and held his sister close, "we don't need to tell mom and dad. We can just hide it and, eventually, you can move in with me. No one around my area knows you're my sister...so we could be in a public relationship together," he said with a smile to his little sister, "whatever it takes, Charissa". Carissa thought it over for a moment before slowly nodding. She did love him, and she was discovering that it was in more ways than just a sibling relationship. She closed her eyes and kissed him on the lips. "David... Go to bed okay? You have an early morning." He smiled and laid down next to her, resting an arm over her stomach, bringing her against his side and hugging her close. "Okay, ill get some sleep, but I'm sleeping in here with my sister," he said with a smile as he cuddled up with her. With a sigh, she reluctantly agreed before dozing off. The next morning, she woke up early and got herself in the shower and dressed. It was her last day of the weekend before going back to school tomorrow, and she was going to enjoy the lazy afternoon. She chose a simple loose fitting skirt and blouse to match, it was going to be a warm day. Making sure her brother didn't get caught naked in her room, she did everything to distract her parents until she heard him wake up. When David woke up he was naked in his sister's bed, feeling the sensations of having had sex last night. He smiled, it made him happy to be with his sister that way. When he figured out that his parents were up he had to quickly dash out of her room and into his own old room. He grabbed some old jeans and a black shirt, going without underwear for the day. He walked downstairs and was greeted by a surprised welcome from his mom, him not having spent a night at home in a while. When he saw Charissa he smiled and walked up to her, hugging her close and twirling her ever so slightly, "morning, Sis," he said before giving her a describe kiss on the cheek. "Good morning~" Carissa was hesitant to show any form of affection around her brother while her parents were around. It was her downfall to acting immediately guilty and not covering her lies very well. However, in order to have things be normal, she complied with the hug." Are you going to help Dad today?" Carissa asked as she grabbed a piece of toast from the toaster. Their mom busy in the kitchen preparing for a large lunch, she was expecting company to come over. "Oh, smells good Mama~" Carissa took a peak in one of the pots before turning back and walking to the couch to flip on the television. David smiled, never having been the talkative type with his parents he simply nodded in agreement with his sister before following her into the living room. "Yeah, I'll help dad when he needs me," he said as he sat next to her, his arm immediately wrapping around her shoulders and hugging her against his side." You look pretty," he said with a smile down to her as the TV settled on a channel he wasn't watching. Carissa only gave him a nod before scooting slightly away from him. Her guilty conscious warning her that any slight affection towards him may set the red flag warning sign in their parents minds. She moved so he wasn't touching her and stayed focused on the TV. Their mom busy in the kitchen. David raised his eyebrow and smirked, it seemed she wanted subtlety with their affections, but he didn't. He looked into the kitchen, their mother was busy, and then he looked outside, their father went into his work shed so he wouldn't be back soon. He looked back at his little sister, sitting innocently with her little skirt....she was already getting him hard. He walked over and sat down right next to her, pinning her against the side of the couch. "You look so cute," he said before kissing her cheek. His hands reached to grab her hips before he lifted her onto his lap, spinning her around to look at him. He smiled and let her feel how hard he was getting in his jeans. Carissa held in a gasp of surprise at being moved and shifted by her brother, and was soon face to face with him. A thought came over her.... did he really plan to start something here? Surely not... their mother was just right in the kitchen. However, feeling the bulge in between her crotch, she became flustered and feverishly muttered." Y-You can't be serious?? C-Can't it waits?" He smiled, "It could wait till later...but that wouldn't be fun," he said before he reached a hand down and grabbed her firm ass cheek after slipping his hand up her skirt. His lips soon found hers, and he brought them together, his tongue sliding into her mouth to try and get her involved. His erection began throbbing against her and a quick hand undid his zipper, letting it pop out. Carissa returned the kiss, but only for a moment before pulling back. She felt her arousal grow and suppressed a sound once she felt his cock against the lining of her panties. Wanting to avoid a tempting situation she moved to turn around so she wasn't facing him. "We can't..." She whispered quietly. "It's-... I mean... it's too risky don't you think?" When she turned around he smiled, feeling her soft ass cheeks pressing against his shaft. "K don't think so," he said moving so that she was laying on her stomach, and he was on top of her, in doggy position. His hand moved down and he grabbed the lining of her panties, pulling them down and sliding his cock against her soft pussy lips. Carissa felt herself being pressed against the couch, her breasts pressed against the cushions. "In-" her cheeks grew a deep shade of red as she felt his cock against her wet slit. He really wanted to push the limits with sex. Carissa had to admit, it was quit stimulating. Letting her body relax, she gave up her endeavors and spread her legs ever so slightly in acceptance. He was stubborn as always to have it his way. Carissa let her head rest on its side and bit the bottom of her lip, readying herself for his large shaft. David smiled, his little sister was so accepting of what he wanted. As her legs spread open he began moving inside, feeling her hot wall welcoming him back inside. "Mmm, you're so tight," he said before moving down and pressing a kiss onto her cheek, "ill make sure that you stretch to fit me perfectly". Carissa groaned lowly, not loud enough to be heard. "Just... Be quick." She quietly urged him as she heard the rustling of pans in the kitchen. It still amazed her how much he filled her inside, god it was amazing." A-Ah....in...." She placed her hand against her mouth, lightly biting her index finger to prevent any sounds. He smiled and moved to be fully inside of her, feeling her hot Walls wrap around his throbbing cock. When he was completely inside he put his hands onto the sides of her, starting to push up over her before moving down again. "I love feeling your little butt press against me," he whispered as her little rear tapped against his waist every time he moved down. Carissa bit down on her finger to suppress another moan as his cock filled her up inside, her walls tight clamping around him. She could feel her moist juices seep slowly down her leg, god she was so turned on by him. With each thrust, her legs spread wider for him, rocking with his movements. "Faster...." she murmured ever so lightly. Carissa pushed herself up on her arms to grab a pillow before leaning back over to shove her face into the pillow. She was so turned on at the moment. "In- Harder.... fuck me... harder." She urged him in hushed tones. David smiled as she muttered her desire, "what was that, little sister?", he whispered. Oh, he'd heard her, but he wanted her to say it again. He wanted her soft voice asking him to fuck her. As she asked for him to move harder he began pulling out until just the head was cradled inside her tight walls then plunged it back inside, moving slowly so that little noise was made with his movements. As he began slowly moving back and forth he smirked and, every time his waist tapped her butt he leaned close and gently whispered, "bump", before pulling out again. Closer.... Closer... Just a little bit closer. Carissa could feel the tension building in the pit of her lower stomach. Her grip on the pillow tighten, and she bit down on the fabric to suppress her noises. It didn't take her long before she was pushed over the edge into her orgasm, her walls convulsing and milking his cock, urging him to cum. David smiled as she began cumming, her tight walls clutching his hard cock as he moved to be completely buried inside of her tight pussy. With his cock inside her clenching pussy he felt his cum building up, and he let his load start flooding inside of her pussy, stuffing it full of his hot cum. To stop a loud moan he gently a bit onto her shoulder, stopping his voice from ringing out. As he took a few deep breaths he stayed inside of her, "see? That was quick, right?", he asked before kissing her neck. He felt so good filling up her inside with his hot cum, she could even feel herself being over filled and having it seem down her pussy and inner thighs. While panting, she nodded. "You were right..." She pushed herself up and pulled away from him, blushing at how much of a mess she was down there. Without so much of a word she got up to go to the bathroom in order to clean herself up. It was wrong, so wrong. She knew that... but she loved every bit of it. It would be a shame to even go to school tomorrow, and knew vacation for David wouldn't last forever... Might as well have to squeeze in her affair with him as much as possible. Even turn down some bachelors at school who were persistent with her. That's when she gasped, dammit that's right! She had arranged a date with Nick, a star football player on the high school team. Carissa had made such a fuss with her parents about it, it would be odd for her to cancel. But then how would David take the news? Would he be mad? Possessive? As Carried went to the bathroom David was called away by their father and the two started fixing up his car, an old ford challenger that David hoped to inherit when it was fixed. On her way Carried was stopped by their mother, "are you okay, sweetheart? You seem a bit feverish and flushed," she said as she put her hand on the girl's forehead. "Nervous about your little date?", she asked with a smile, "just remember to be safe and responsible, okay? And watch this Nick guy around your father and your brother, remember how David handled that James boy last year?". It was true, David had always been so protective of her and James had seen he full force of that. A simple kiss on the cheek and David kicked him out of the house, making him walk home at night. It had been the only time he'd ever really been mad in front of Carried. When her mother stopped her, Carissa felt she could just lose it right then and there. Assuming she knew. But upon hearing about her nerves for the date, she laughed and nodded her head. "Y-Yes! It's the date... with David home I'm worried he would be terribly mad." Carissa laughed at the memory. "I do remember that, poor Nick... He was afraid to approach me until David left for college." There was no chance turning down the date now it seemed. David would just have to deal with it. They had to maintain a sense of normalcy until she could be able to move out to live him after High School." He should be picking me up later tonight at 7 for dinner. I'll be responsible Mama, don't worry." She gave her mom a peck on the cheek before heading up to her room. She was certain David would find out one way or another and prepared for him to barge in to possibly complain. David and his father did, indeed, discuss that she was going on a date and, quite surprisingly, David simply held a smug grin on his face, feeling incredibly satisfied that his sister was all his now... He was slightly unhappy with the fact that, since she'd already agreed to it, she would still have to go on the date...but he knew she would still be his after it. After a half hour of working on the car the men were called in to dinner and David was tasked with getting his sister. He went up RO her room and opened the door with no knock or anything, "get decent, I'm coming inside," he said as he walked in, shutting the door behind him and plopping onto her bed, "hey there, sweetie bun," he said with a smile before leaning over and kissing her, "so, a date with big Nick, huh?", he asked with a raised eyebrow. "You're taking it rather well..." Carissa spent most of the day getting ready, wearing a nice shirt with a pair of skinny jeans, curling her hair as well." I take it dinner is ready?" She walked over and slid on a pair of shoes. "I can't remember? Nick is taking me to dinner." He smirked and walked over to her, wrapping his arms around her waist and hugging her against his chest. "I'm not worried," he said as he rested his head on her shoulder, "my little sister loves me and I love her. I know she's all mine". He hugged, "it's him I don't trust. I wish you could cancel, but it would be suspicious, right?", he asked with a sigh. Carissa sighed before pulling away. "I'm glad that you are on the same page as I am. I'll be back later tonight okay?" She gave him a quick kiss on the cheek before pulling away and walking out. Hearing a knock on the door, she assumed it was Nick and was quick to walk out the door and drag him away. No one wanted another incident like the last time David saw Nick. Despite what he'd been saying David was still feeling a need to protect her, or, at least, make sure she was okay. He checked the clock after she left and then practically ran to his car, hopping in the driver's seat and driving after them. Of course, he was going to stalk them, he didn't trust Nick any more than any other dude after his sister. He made sure to be three or so cars behind them as he followed, not wanting Carried to notice his black Chrysler. Wherever they were going, he was going to watch. Carissa was rather happy, David seemed to take the idea really well. He did trust her. And she had enough guts to stand up to a man like Nick with no problem. Their first stop was a decent restaurant, Nick lead her over to his reserved table as they chatted about random things, his plans for the future in football, and possibly a future together. Carissa had been quick to cut him off from that thought, stating she wasn't interested. Throughout the night, he would try to pull the moves on her, she would urge him to stop. Towards the end of the night he drove her back home, planting a kiss on her lips before leaving. "What a shame... I was hoping we could have extended the date night."" Well, I can't... school tomorrow you know?" Carissa smiled sheepishly as she moved her keys to the door handle. As their date continued there were several times that David wanted to go and break it up, bug he stopped himself and watched as she handled it herself. He knew it, he could trust her, that's why he started feeling bad about following her. When Nick got her home David sat in his car for a moment, parking away from the house to avoid suspicion. He got out of his car and went to the door, catching the two of them there, "Oh, hey you two," he said with a wave and a smile. He walked up before eyeing Nick, the boy taking a step back, "I just went to grab my phone charger from the car, think I'll be here a couple of days," he said before nodding to them both and walking inside, heading up to Carried's room, sitting on her bed in wait and grabbing her diary to flip through. "Fuck man... I didn't know your brother was home." Nick didn't bother making any more moves on Carissa as he turned to walk away. Carissa watched him leave before frowning and walking upstairs. David thought he was playing it so cool, huh? Walking into her room, she screeched. "What the hell?! Don't read that!!" Carissa ran over and snatched the personal book from his hands." Phone charger my Ass. You waited out for us didn't you??" Then she gasped, did he see Nick giving her a kiss in the car? Trying to feel up her legs and all? David chuckled as she snatched her book back, "I didn't actually read it," he said with a smile before she started accusing. He sighed and reached into his pocket, tossing her his phone charger with a raised eyebrow, "Carried, come on, I told you I trusted you. I have better things to do than sit in my car all night," he said as he spoke the excuse he'd prepared in the car. He sat up and smiled, "besides, I doubt that guy was man enough to try anything anyway. Did you see how scared he was?", he asked with a chuckle, "now come here, give your brother a hug and tell him how you did". He patted the spot next to him, smiling. Carissa frowned and instead, leaned against her dresser. "He felt me up actually. Kissed me." She looked down at her nails and spoke in an 'as a matter of fact' tone. "He touched me in places where you had, and only you." Of course, she was bluffing on the last detail. Testing his story, his patience. David raised his eyebrow, he knew she was lying, he would have known that even if he hadn't followed the. If he knew only one thing it was that his sister was no whore. But he had a better idea. He stood up and went over to her, putting his hands on either side of her and pinning her against the dresser. "Then we'll just have to fuck until the memory of him doing that is gone, won't we?", he asked before he moved forward and pressed his lips against hers, having wanted to do nothing more than that all night. Carissa shivered at the thought, but protested. "I have school tomorrow David... can't you hold it in tonight?" She tried to pull away, but she was pinned. He sighed with a smile, "no...no it can't," he said as he began pressing his lips against her neck, "your big brother can't have you sleeping with the feeling of that guy's hands on you". As to illustrate his point his hands moved down, and he moved them between her thighs, spreading her legs open quite suddenly and pushing her against the dresser behind her. "Just a quickie, then we can get some sleep, okay, sweetie?". Carissa groaned lightly, it was so hard to resist him now. "Dammit....." She murmured. "Fine... but a quickie." He nodded and smiled before pressing their lips together and holding her close. He soon moved his hand down to move his pants down, his hard cock moving out and pressing between her legs. "All I want is my little sister to feel good," he said before sliding his hands up and taking her pants and underwear down, letting them fall to the ground. His hands moved onto her rear to hold her up before he pressed his hard cock against her entrance, "you seem to want it so bad". Carissa felt his hardness, and then her pants dropped to her ankles followed by her panties. She moved so she was pressed up against the dresser and felt him at her entrance." I do... I want it badly...." she admitted, leaning back and bracing herself against the dresser, moving her knee up to grip his waist. He chuckled gently as he prodded her hot entrance with his throbbing member, "if you want it that badly I want you to say that you love me more than anyone," he said before pressing his lips against hers, "and that you'll only ever let me touch you this way". Carissa groaned in frustration, "Gas-! I love you more than anyone else, and I'll only ever let you touch me this way. Now please..." She shifted her hips to coax him on. He smiled and hugged her close, bringing her against his chest, feeling her soft breasts before he began pushing his hard cock inside of her. He could feel her hot walls welcoming him back inside as he moved himself until he was completely inside of her. "I love you too, little sister," he said before locking his lips with hers and letting his tongue move in to slide along hers. His hand gently cupped her breast as he began moving his hips back and forth. Carissa rocked her hips as he began to thrust into her... it had been several times she'd already had sex with him. But it never grew old for her. She moved her hands to rest on the dresser behind her, supporting herself and trying to avoid having it knock against the wall. That was the last thing she wanted to happen. Her breasts bounced with each thrust and movement, and she bit her lip to prevent from making any loud noises. David pressed his lips against hers, noticing how her breasts bounced before he grabbed onto them, squeezing them as he continued to thrust her back and forth. His lips parted for his tongue to slide along her neck, moaning softly.

In the deep end (kingmaster1 & Cherri)|rating:2.0

Hellgate (Ryven & Kipoc) [Ex]

On the third floor of New Hope Downtown Hospital, Greg Albright sat in the not so comfortable chair, staring at the news anchor woman. Her image was fuzzy and worn on the television that looked like it was past its prime about ten years ago. The sound could barely come through the white noise coupled with it as it poured out of the more than decade old speakers. The buttons were worn and gray from there once black shiny luster. The young man hadn't really been paying attention to it, catching only a word here and here...'unusual'...'seismic'...things of that nature. Boring news from a boring part of the country. He was much more used to the East Coast where he was stationed for the time being. The blond was nearly restless as he sat and waited for his good friend to wake from his anesthesia induced sleep. He'd gone in for emergency gall bladder surgery when he doubled over on the floor from pain at work a couple of days ago. Greg happened to have some leave coming, so he decided to come visit. The man beside him in the bed began to stir, and with a groan, Greg was brought out of his boring trance of scratchy newscast. He looked over, green eyes coming to rest of the form of his friend laying beneath the sterile white sheets of the hospital bed. He stood quickly, his tall frame moving to the other man's side. "David!" Greg said in a happy tone, partly for the fact that his friend was actually awake and partly because he was not listening to the garbled drivel seeping out of the fifteen-year-old weathered screen sitting in the upper corner near the door." Hey, man..." David said from his prone position in the bed. His eyes hadn't really opened all that much yet, but he recognized the deep voice of his long-time friend. His voice was a bit hoarse and tired which was to be expected after going into abdominal surgery. "You're doin' alright...well, as alright as you can be?" Greg asked, giving his shoulder a squeeze. David chuckled as much as he could without making himself uncomfortable. "Yeah...glad I'm not in pain anymore whenever I eat." He said with a slight smile, cracking one eye open. "Speaking of...they got anything to drink around here?" David asked. "My throat's fuckin' dry."" I'll see if I can find something for you. I won't bother with the nurses though. They'll take forever to get something for you. I'll be back with some water." Greg said, giving his shoulder another squeeze before he began to walk toward the door. His emerald eyes glanced up at the woman on screen who was still reporting the news. She was talking about some sort of strange occurrences recently, but the blond paid no mind to it. His tall frame moved out into the hallway where doctors and nurses moved here and there. One particular caught his eye. A brunette with a dark complexion and very easy on the eyes. The man was checking over some forms on a clipboard as Greg passed by. He smirked as his mind went to a slightly darker place for the moment. His journey to the hospital cafeteria was relatively unhindered save the old woman in front of him in the cashier's line who felt it necessary to write a check for a $3 purchase. He had grabbed 2 bottles of water and a fruit cup for himself, and after the elderly lady had finally written out her hefty three dollar check, he was free to make his own purchase. Three minutes later, as he climbed the hospital stairs, midway between first and second floor, a shake was felt through the ground. It was not powerful by any means, but it was noticeable. Greg stopped in his tracks, his hands full of the items he'd bought. His head turned around as if to look for something which had caused it thought in all rational thought he knew he would find nothing. He took another step upward, and just as his foot hit the concrete a greater shake was sent through the earth, shaking the building. Metal creaked and groaned above, and dust which had settled in places unreachable was knocked loose to fill the air with a hazy sheen. The tremors did not stop, however. They continued and in fact, increased. Greg began to make it as fast as he could go up the stairs, dropping one of his water bottles on the way. It rolled down the rumbling steps into its oblivion as the young man kept on moving. He sprinted to the third floor doorway, and as he opened the door, the ceiling began to crack and lights flickered, leaving the hospital in a miasma of darkness and dust for a few seconds at a time. Greg walked back toward his friend's room in great haste, still holding the remaining items as his body was in soldier mode at the moment. He meant to go get his friend...get him out, but as he rounded the corner, an especially hard tremor hit. Part of the ceiling beside him collapsed, sending rock and rubble to the floor below. He hurried down the hall, unconcerned by the others who were either stunned in their place or racing toward the exit. The ceiling in front of him was about to give way, and Greg saw this. What he also saw was the same brunette from before, standing in a doorway to brace himself from the falling debris which was smart, but it would do no good if the entire roof came down. It was about to give, and Greg had to do something. His eyes widened, and his brain did the first thing that came to him. He threw the bottle and cup in through the doorway the man was standing in, and suddenly, the man lunged forward pushing the brunette. He pushed him hard, perhaps even injuring the man unintentionally in the process, but it'd be a wound much less than he'd sustain under that debris. Greg shoved him down under a large desk. The blond had no choice but to join him, wrapping his strong arms around the man and pray that the quake would end soon. The fact was...the quake was only a side effect of the real problem. Hell was about break loose, and just as the quake stopped, a blood-curdling screech was sent through the air to be heard for a mile. The first of the mighty demonic legions were marching out of the glaring rift. It crackled with red tendrils of energy a few miles away as beasts of infernal strength flew and ran free into the world, and as if the Earth knew what was happening to her, the gray clouds covered the sky completely and a steady rain began to fall as if to weep for those that would die that day. Saxon was tired and wanted nothing more to head home, pour himself a glass of wine and heat up some leftovers from dinner the night before. The sad reality was that he still had three hours of the shift left - three hours that had already been filled up with things to do. He had so many patients to look after, so many blood pressures and temperatures to take care of, so many medications to administer and a couple of significant wounds to check and redress. He just knew that things he couldn't plan for were coming to come up and destroy his fragile mental schedule. Next on his list though was checking on a man recently out of surgery, one David Sullivan. He'd heard talking in the room and, knowing that a man had been waiting in there for a while, he assumed that his patient had awoken and was starting to shrug off the effects of the anesthesia - something that could be a struggle. Just before he entered the room, he scanned over the previous observation data that had been gathered from the patient, looking for anything out of the ordinary that could be of concern. As his eyes flickered over the information, he saw the visitor leave the room through his peripheral vision. Even focused on something else as he was, Saxon could appreciate that the blond haired man was well-built and easy on the eyes. He could have been imagining it, but he had a sudden thought that the man's gaze had lingered on him in passing, something that gave him a faint warmness throughout his body. Shaking his head, internally laughing at his own imagination, he entered the room, smile already on his face in greeting. Seeing the patients eyes flicker open at his approach, Saxon quickly assessed him, happy at what he saw. "David... My name is Saxon, and I'm looking after you today. How are you feeling?" he said, knowing that the question was a bit irrelevant - none felt great after the sort of surgery the man had had. As he expected, Saxon only got a grunt in response - a grunt tinged with pain and tiredness. Nodding in understanding, Saxon didn't let his smile falter. "Let me just check how you're going, and then I'll get something for you to make you more comfortable and your doctor may want to come in and check up on you as well." Deftly, without disturbing the patient much, Saxon took the measurements he had to before quietly taking his leave to go and get some pain medication. Just a few rooms up was the treatment room where all the ward's medications were stored and, luckily for him, there was another nurse there to countersign the medication chart with him. It was all done wordlessly for both of them wanted nothing more than to just get everything done, still focusing on the end of the day that was ever so slowly approaching. As they were about to leave the room, medications in hand, the room suddenly shook beneath them. Jars and bottles rattled around them with a foreboding sound that forced them both to stumble into the center of the room out of fear for their safety. Seconds later, the ground under their feet steadied and Saxon looked at the other nurse, a young lady called Maya. She looked back at him, eyes just as wide as he knew his was before blurting out, "Our patients!". They were two words that spurred them both into instantaneous action. Gesturing for Maya to proceed him, she was barely out of the security door before another tremor his - far stronger this time. Saxon was launched across the room, barely catching himself on the door frame. Maya fared worse, falling to her knees and sliding across the rough carpet floor before hitting the far wall a short way down the corridor." Are you alright?!" Saxon called out loudly, trying to raise his voice above the screams echoing from further into the ward and the sounds of the building creaking and groaning around them. He could see his colleague getting up, using a nearby trolley to pull herself up and calling back to him, but her voice wasn't as strong as his and the words were lost in the clamor around them. Waving in dismissal as the tremors once again settled, and they set off again. This time, they'd both only managed to take a step or so before the biggest and strongest quake hit. Saxon could only watch in horror as the ceiling of the corridor directly above Maya collapsed on her. It looked like the levels above that spot had given way and collapsed one by one. He could hear other areas of the building giving way all around him, but the overall structure seemed to be barely holding on. Suddenly he heard the ceiling above him creak, and he looked up in horror to see cracks spreading quicker than his eyes could follow. He knew he was reacting too slowly, but he started to turn to try and run back into the treatment room when he felt a huge force propel him forwards into the room. He saw stars as his forehead bounced off the top of one of the desks in the room, barely holding onto consciousness. Furthermore, he could already feel the blood start to gush out of the cut that had opened up, but no pain had set in - his mind was still struggling to catch up. Suddenly he realized that the force that had knocked him into the room was not the ceiling collapsing on top of him but another man - a man he faintly recognized as his patients' visitor. As the recognition hit, he saw the ceiling above the door, above the space he was in seconds earlier, collapse with a tremendous roar, filling the room with a cloud of dust. The other man pushed him roughly again under the desk, burrowing into the small enclosed space, enveloping him in a tight embrace. In normal circumstances, Saxon would be happy to invite the man into such proximity, but these wasn't remotely close to normal. To add to the confusion, the lights overhead, which had already been barely penetrating the dust, flickered and died leaving Saxon and the man coughing and gasping for air. Faintly confused and feeling the pain starting to kick, Saxon reached up and wiped the blood off his face, unknowingly smearing it across his face. "What on earth was....?" he said, breaking off as an almighty screech filled the air - something utterly inhuman in nature. Burying his head into the man's shoulder, he forgot that he didn't know the man and hugged him back, praying under his breath for this hell to end. His evergreen eyes remained clenched shut as Greg continued go latch onto the other man. His embrace served a dual purpose by helping to shield the man as well as having someone to hold onto of his own. The blond had never been through an earthquake before, so the entire experience was new to him. However, something told him that this was no ordinary quake. The shrill cry of something had resonated through the air, sending a chill of fear through his body while the rumbling died off. The tremors gradually died down over the next ten minutes or so which seemed like an eternity to the two men huddled under the old desk, latching onto each other for support and protection. Even after the shaking ceased, Greg continued to hold his vice-like grip on the brunette for at least another five minutes before his fingers lessened the pressure on the man's blue uniform. He opened his eyes slowly to find the room nearly pitch black. There was a security light with only one bulb working to give the room an eerie glow. Dust still hovered in the air from the settling debris which covered half the room. Greg panted softly as he pulled his head back more to see red streaked on his shoulder and neck where the man's head had been buried. He slowly slid out from under the desk, pushing pill bottles aside which had clattered onto the floor. There were broken medication bottles scattered around the room and pills of every shape, size, and color strewn along with the dusty rubble. He noticed more blood on his own hand which had apparently been from a wound from either himself or the other man. Greg could not really tell at the moment for he was still trying to gain his bearings. The soldier looked around to see that they were in no apparent and immediate danger, so he held out his hand to the other man. "I... I think it's okay now..." The blond man spoke softly. The nurse took his hand, pulling himself out, and as he came into the dim light, Greg saw where the blood was coming from." Shit, man! Did I do that?" He said as he brought a hand up to examine the wound on the man's forehead. The flow of blood had nearly stopped now because the wound had been pressed up against Greg's shoulder for the majority of the time though it still looked pretty bad. "I'm sorry, man! I... I just thought... I thought it was the right thing to do." Greg said apologetically." If you can stand up... I will try to find something to clean you up." The blond said, holding his hand out again as he stood up. With the rubble in the way, they only had about half of the room to move around in, and it was not that big of a room to begin with. The other man took his hand, and Greg slowly helped him to his feet. "Try sitting on the desk for now." He said before turning to any shelf or cabinet he could reach which didn't look ruined by the quake. As he reached for one, the other man called out softly, pointing him to a drawer under the cabinet he was reaching for. He opened it to find sterile alcohol wipes and gauze squares. Greg grabbed a handful before bringing them over to the injured male. He gave a slight smirk. "Guess you would know better than me where to find this stuff." The soldier slowly opened a few of the wipes before he began to wipe the blood from the nurse's face. A hiss of slight pain came from the man as he neared the opened cut." Sorry, man. I guess trying to save you got you hurt anyway. It's funny though...usually I'm actually trying to hurt people on the battlefield. Guess I can't get away from it even in saving someone." He said with a slight chuckle. Greg set the used wipes aside before taking a couple of the gauze squares and soaking up any fresh blood from the wound. It was a simple treatment which he learned in basic training, so it didn't seem difficult to treat. Greg reached for the man's wrist, pulling it up slowly to press it against the gauze on his forehead. "Hold this for a while." He said before letting his eyes roam the man's body, mainly to check for other injuries though he enjoyed the view just as well. "Don't mean to be doin' your job, but given the circumstances, I want you all set before I even check myself. I hope you approve of my methods." He said with another chuckle. Saxon took the hand offered to him and found he needed the support as his legs trembled underneath him as he started to stand up. Confused at first when the man asked if he was at fault for something, Saxon looked around in confusion at the destruction wondering why the man thought he'd have played any part in the surrounding chaos. Then he realized that part of his vision had a decidedly red hue, and he reached up to feel the warm liquid dripping down his forehead. Reaching higher, pain kicked in as he touched the actual wound and his already weak legs almost gave out once again. "Ahh... no. I think that the desk had a greater say in it than you..." he said with a weak laugh. Taking the man's suggestion, he least against the desk grateful for the relief offered. "You got me away from being part of that rubble. Pile... over there like uh... Maya... was." he said sadly, wondering about the fate of his colleague. Vision still blurred, he watched the man start to search around for something to patch him up. Saxon was so used to the room, even half destroyed as it was, that he couldn't understand the confusion at first. Suddenly, it clicked that the man was only a visitor to the ward - knowing where every item was located was second nature to Saxon but for this man, it was like trying to find a needle in a haystack. "Uhh..." Saxon said, suddenly unsure of exactly what the man was looking for. He knew that he'd be going for the also-wipes and some form of covering so he gestured towards the cabinet in the corner, pointing at the lower drawer. The man he'd become trapped with obviously knew something about first aid because he pulled out exactly the things Saxon was thinking of. Unsure of just how bad the cut was, Saxon figured it was just best to deal with the basics and worry about the physical impact and scarring later. He couldn't help but flinch as the alcohol touched the open wound, a sharp intake of breath indicating the sharpness of the pain. Waving away the apology, he waited for the pain to pass." Don't apologize. I guess it's just a different battlefield at the moment right? You do what you have to." Saxon said, eyeing the man with faint interest. Wondering about the reference to hurting people, Saxon was struck at just how divergent the paths people took in life were - here was a man who worked to hurt people looking after a man who worked to heal people. The irony caused him to smile, a smile that broadened as the other man chuckled. "Army?" Saxon queried, intrigued despite himself. As the other man placed the gauze on his forehead, Saxon started to bring his hand up automatically. He paused as the man gripped his wrist, letting the other control the movement. He appreciated the warm touch of the skin for the barest second before the connection was broken. Hand putting pressure against his forehead, he watched the other man appraise him, laughing at the man's jest about taking over his role." Nah, I'm quite happy to give up the caring every now and again. Although, perhaps it's best if I make sure you're ok. Do you have any pain or unusual sensation? You looked like you could walk alright when you got the stuff from the cabinet." he said, quickly doing a visual assessment of the man. The other was covered in dirt and dust from the collapse of the ceiling and looked faintly tense, but Saxon assumed he looked exactly the same - it wasn't unusual given the past minutes." I'm Saxon by the way... I'll be your nurse for the next... well... however long." he said with a smile. Greg chuckled softly again as his evergreen eyes gazed at the shorter man. "Yeah, how'd you guess?" He said in reply to the man's perception of his occupation. The soldier moved over to sit beside the other man on the desk, pushing a few stray pieces of the ceiling aside to make it more comfortable. "And you're a nurse. Kinda ironic, isn't it? I'm usually killing people while you're saving them...but I saved you this time." He said giving an innocent grin. He brought his hand up to check the gauze Saxon was holding. "Looks like I'm not so good at it." The blond said. Greg then looked confused for a moment as the brunette turned his attention toward him. He'd nearly forgotten about himself in the whole scene. "I...don't think so." The young man said, patting his chest first then moving down his side. He hissed in slight pain as he patted his right side where his ribs were." I take that back. I may have bruised a rib or two when I hit the floor..." Greg said, lifting his shirt to inspect the damage. There didn't seem to be much evidence so far, but the injury was still quite fresh. The only sign at this point was some redness and the fact that it hurt when he touched it. Saxon introduced himself then before he turned his attention to the injury, showing his expertise in medicine. "Nice to meet you, Saxon. Wish it was under better circumstances." He spoke with a chuckle." I'm Greg, I'll be your patient for...however long..." He said in return as Saxon laid his hand on the area to examine it. Greg hissed again. "C-careful..." He said softly. "Hi Greg... I hope you won't be my patient for too long... hopefully the injury will resolve, and you can just become normal Greg. My shift finishes in an hour you know..." he said with a smile, fairly sure that they two of them were going to be together for a bit more of an hour given the damage all around. "Give me a second to free up this hand..." he said, rolling his eyes up at the hand holding the gauze to his head. Moving across to the same cabinet everything else had come from, he pulled out some adhesive tape and, ripping off some strips, he roughly taped down the bandaging. Unhappy with it, he figured it would do for the time being and moved on. For a brief moment where Saxon wished he had more than just his eyes and hands to assess the damage to the others side, but it was only for a moment. He gave a mental shrug and handled the situation with what he had, as always. "I know... I know..." he said soothingly, palpating the area gently, trying to ensure that it was only bruising and not a broken rib. Judging by the man's reaction, pain and level of breathing, he decided to hope for the best and just treat it as the bruise he hoped it was. "I think you're right - just a bruise... Let me see now..." Looking around, he found the swivel chair that went with the desk and righted it from it's upturned position in the corner of the room. Brushing as much of the dust off it as possible, he rolled it over to the desk. "Sit there and don't move." he said, sternly but with a touch of humor. Moving across to a freezer, he pulled out one of the ice packs stored there and put it on the desk. Scouring the floor, he found a couple of bandage packages and moved back to Greg." This is going to hurt for a second, I'm sorry to say but don't move unless I move you, and it'll be over as quickly as possible. I need to bandage that area quite tightly with an ice pack, and hopefully it'll minimize the bruising. Just... trust a stranger..." Gently and as slowly as he possibly could, he lifted Greg's hands a small way and lifted the others shirt up. Sliding it up over the man's body, he managed to get it up without using the rib muscles as little as possible - he knew that he still caused some pain to the man, but Greg held up well - far better than most of Saxon's patients. Stepping back, he looked around the man's chest. He was only trying to spot where the damage had been done, where the redness was, but he couldn't help but admiring the tautness of the skin and the obvious musculature. A mental shake brought back his professionalism, and he wrapped the ice in a protective layer of bandaging so that it wouldn't be touching the skin directly then strapped it down over the injured area before putting a bandage over the top once more, wrapping it around Greg's chest and over the shoulder for stability." Now, you'll have to just sit steady for as long as we can... if you need to do or get something, let me know - I'm at your beck and call." Saxon said with a smile, gesturing around the room to indicate there wasn't much more he could do. "So... what brought you here today?" he said, trying to prompt some conversation even though he knew that Greg was visiting someone. "... and what on earth do you think happened? I know it... seemed.... like an earthquake but did you hear that... scream? That wasn't natural...." Saxon trailed off, struggling for the words he needed to describe what he had heard. Greg sat on the desk as he watched the other man move in search of what he needed to treat the injury. He did hope that it was just a bruise. Broken ribs would need to be set to heal properly, and he wasn't sure that something like that could be done without an x-ray. Saxon had found some ice packs and a few bandages from the floor before walking back over to the blond man. He nodded as the nurse told him what he needed to do." You're not just a stranger...you're a nurse, so I trust your judgment." He said with a smile. Shortly after, he winced in pain as the ice pack touched the injured area. "Ahh..." He saw that the man was trying to examine his chest further, so he pulled his shirt up and off, leaving his chest exposed to him. "Here...this'll make it easier." Greg said, and he wasn't opposed to Saxon feeling various parts of his chest anyway. He still thought he was quite attractive. Just having the man looking over him sent a smile to his lips, and he hoped that the nurse did not spot it. He wasn't sure of Saxon's orientation, and if he were wrong about it, well...the brunette could possibly end his career...don't ask, don't tell and all that. He stood still then as Saxon wrapped the bandage around his chest to keep the ice pack in place, bringing it up over his shoulder to keep it from falling too low." I can do that..." He said with a chuckle, sitting in the chair as the other man had told him. "... I don't really think I'll need much though." Greg said with a slight smile before Saxon had asked him about his appearance at the hospital today. "I was visiting a friend..." Just as he finished that statement, his eyes went wide. "D-David..." He said in almost a whisper. Greg stood as if to rush for his friend, but finding no exit in the room, he just stood there for a moment with his mouth open. He made a slight noise as if he was realizing that he was helpless to do anything for his friend. The blond man fell back into the chair, one hand coming up to cover his eyes as he felt the moistness in them start. After a moment, his chest gave a slight heave with the first sign that he was beginning to cry. With the collapsed rubble and David's condition...he was surely dead now. Saxon winced at the other quickly stood then physically flinched as Greg started to almost collapse in upon himself. His communication skills had failed him, and he'd well and truly put his foot in it, reminding Greg of the friend he couldn't help or even find out his condition. In the absence of anything he could say to make up for his gaff, Saxon did the only other thing he could. Reaching out he took Greg by the shoulders and brought him in for a hug, being careful not to put pressure on the bandaged injury. Tightening his grip, almost in a bear hug, he drew the man close and just rocked him slightly to ease the pain. He felt his heart almost break as he thought of what Greg was feeling for his friend then thought of his own colleagues and patients in the ward. All those patients he had a duty to heal and look after, fending for themselves or dead." It's alright Greg... shhh...." he said gently. "We're here and we're alive. Surely others are... Shhh..." Unable to think of anything else to say, he just stayed close to the man and offered the physical support of the hug. Saxon was unsure of how long they stayed like that, how long Greg cried for his friend, how long Saxon pondered the fate of everyone in the ward. When he felt the man starting to calm down, Saxon sat back on the desk but drew the chair close, keeping an eye on Greg to make sure he was alright. "Let's do something about it... Let's see if we can get out there and save them or help them. There's got to be a way out of here... we could move the rubble or... or... something." Moving across to where the doorway used to be, Saxon started to examine the debris of the ceiling. "I'll try this, and you look for other options - I don't want you straining those ribs." he said as he hesitantly reached down to move a slab of plasterboard out of the way. No more than three pieces had been moved before Saxon felt the entire pile starting to shudder, shifting unstably." Woah... alright. That's not going to work." he said, looking nervously at the pile and taking a couple of steps backwards. When he was drawn into the hug, it was like the dam burst. His own arms clung onto the other man tightly as he began to cry into Saxon's shoulder. The realization that his friend was most likely dead made him shake in the man's arms. The words were soothing to him, but he didn't really calm down for about fifteen minutes when the tears began to subside. He pulled back, rubbing wetness from his eyes and nose. "I'm... I'm sorry..." He said in sort of ashamed tone." It's not like a soldier to cry." He simply said, trying to recompose himself. It only took a moment, and after he did, he stood to help the other man look for a plan of escape. "Right. I'll...look over here I guess." Greg said as he examined the rubble on his side of the room. There didn't look like there was much he could do over here as he stared at it, bringing one hand up to rub the back of his neck. He looked over at what Saxon was doing. He'd only moved a couple pieces of the rubble before he moved back. "No...the entire thing will collapse and likely take us with it." He said from across the room. Greg groaned bringing his other hand up to rub the back of his head, leaning his head back. He opened his eyes to look at the ceiling, and as he did, he raised an eyebrow. Greg moved back to the desk, climbing onto it. He reached up to the air duct above, pulling the covering off to reveal an unobstructed pathway. "Saxon... I think we can get out this way." He said with a little hope. Greg grabbed onto one side of the duct, puling his head up to look into it. He groaned loudly in pain as his rib muscles moved, and shortly after, he fell back to his feet on the desk, bending over in pain. "Nubuck!" He said through gritted teeth as the pain ran through him. Saxon was already next to him though, giving him a stern look. Greg looked sheepishly back at the nurse. "I... I had to check." He said as he held his hurting ribs. The other man didn't look pleased though. When the man was serious about not moving too much, he was serious, and Greg was realizing that now. Saxon nodded his head with understanding. "Everyone has to tear up every now and again... it's part of the human condition." he said, looking to Greg with a slightly conspiratorial look. "Just between you and me... I've been known to. Rarely of course." Saxon continued to look at the pile of rubble with frustration, unsure of what to do, until Greg drew his attention to the vent. With a growing sense of unease, he watched the man try to climb up into the vent, swear and fall back down. A slightly vindicated smile crossed his face and he arched an eyebrow at the other, nodding when Greg acknowledged the difficulty his injury caused." I'll give you a couple of options, and you'll be a stupid man not to take them." Saxon said, reinforcing the fact he knew what he was talking about through his tone - a tone he hoped emphasized just how serious he was. "I think you're right. That looks like our best way out, but you'll be useless if you're curled up on the floor in pain after trying to get up there. Let me look for some things." Saxon dug around in the rubble on the floor for a short while picking up a couple of medication bottles as he went and putting them on the desk. Once he'd found what he wanted, he took off a large set of keys that had been hanging around his neck on a thick red cord. Moving into the barely accessible corner, he inserted one key into a safe and unlocked it, swinging open the door. Digging around inside, he brought out an ampule and set it on the desk together with a syringe and needle from the nearby cabinet. Gesturing down at the desk, he pointed at the various medications. "You can take some of the pills and wait for an hour or so for me to test whether you can move enough to not hurt yourself more.... or more specifically... not feel yourself hurt yourself more...." he said, letting Greg know that no option was going to be easy. "... or you can take a local anesthetic - it's quick and will just mean you don't feel anything in that specific area rather than your entire body. I'm sure you don't want to be sedated right now... hmm?" Saxon knew that he wasn't giving the man many options... or empathy.... but there were few options now that they'd both decided to escape the room. "I'm... not. Trying to be mean Greg. Don't get me wrong because I'm not that type, but I don't like seeing people in pain. It's why I'm a nurse. If you try and go up there without something, it's going to hurt like fuck and I don't think I can let you do that." Saxon was surprising himself, asserting himself like this. It was extremely unlike him and, mentally, he had to wonder why he cared so much. Greg listened to the other man as he held his side. He slowly stood up straight again as the pain abated. A sigh escaped his throat. He didn't like his options, but Saxon had a point. It would do them no good if he was curled up in pain after they escaped. He watched the man fetch various things from the room, lifting a blond eyebrow when he saw the man produce a key to the barely reachable safe next to the rubble. Once everything was laid out, Greg looked at his options. While the syringe would be a quick fix, he'd rather not chance anything with an anesthetic. "If it's alright with you... I'll go with the pills." He said. "It's not that bad of an injury, so a little aspirin should do the trick." The man said with a smirk. It might not have been the option Saxon had hoped for, but they were safe inside the room for now. Another hour wouldn't hurt them. While Saxon prepared the appropriate dosage, Greg searched through the rubble. He eventually found the bottle of water he'd brought up with him. The blond picked it up, brushing the dust and dirt off of it before bringing it over to the desk. "At least we have water." He said with a chuckle as he unscrewed the cap and took a drink. Saxon handed him the pills then which he threw in his mouth and drank down with another swallow of water. He handed the bottle to the nurse before moving over to the corner of the room and sitting on the floor. "We should be fine in here... I mean...if the building hadn't collapsed by now, I don't think it will." Greg said optimistically. That was when something strange was heard by the two of them. A slight scratching on the wall near where the door was. There was no other noise save the slight buzz from the dim security light. The scratching grew more frequent as if more pained and hurried. Greg stood up and moved to the wall quickly with Saxon close behind. "Hey!" He shouted. "We're in here! Get help!" He shouted again before waiting for an answer. There was none, and the scratching stopped. "Hello?" He shouted again, but there was nothing more. The blond turned to Saxon with a shrug. "I hope they left to get help. All we can do is wait though...try to get out of here when the meds kick in if they haven't shown up by then." Greg said with a sigh. Saxon sighed as Greg chose the pills. "Well, they aren't going to be Aspirin - they're going to have a light sedative effect, but you shouldn't feel too drowsy... particularly with the adrenaline running through you right now." he said, knowing that the local anesthetic would have been better but unable to say anything more once the man had made his decision. Working quickly, he looked up some information on the drug before choosing a low dosage that would limit any pain but have minimized sedative effect - he knew it was a bit of a hit-and-miss decision and hoped that Greg would react in the way that was hoped. Saxon looked at the bottle of water in Greg's hand as he swigged it with the pills. "If that's our only water, don't you be getting selfish..." he said with a chuckle. The thought of being stuck here for so long that water became an issue panicked Saxon for a second before he shrugs it off as an unreasonable fear. Taking the bottle, he took a small sip anyway and nodded at what Greg said about the building. It made sense - some of the structure had obviously failed, but it seemed to be localized... a fact Saxon could only be thankful for. The sound of movement on the other side of the wall caused Saxon to jump in shock. He'd got so used to not hearing anything else around them that the faint noise was both terrifying to him and something that inspired instant hope in him. Yelling along with Greg, he was sorely disappointed when nothing else was heard. "Come back!! We're in here!!" he yelled even after Greg had stopped calling out, sitting back on the desk with a distraught look." Why wouldn't they call out to us or at least acknowledge us?" he said to Greg, confused. "That was someone out there right? Not the building settling or something?" he said, a faint nervousness as he tried to work out what he'd heard. He pulled his legs up onto the desk and wrapped his arms around himself, looking at the other man as they settled in and waited for the medications to work. Secretly, as much as he liked being in Greg's presence and being able to look at him with legitimate purpose, Saxon hoped that the person who'd been moving outside would come back and let them out. Keeping an eye on his watch, Saxon made trivial conversation, talking about the weather and world news... all safe topics, until he judged the medication had had a bit of time to work. "Hold steady... I think it should feel better now..." he said, slowly unwrapping the bandaged section and discarding the now melted ice pack. The color of the skin didn't look too bad, a faint purplish hue taking over the reddish color that existed before. Putting his palm across the injury, he pushed very lightly... looking for both any unusual feelings under his hand and at Greg's expression to see how bad the pain was. He didn't see the immediate wince that he had before, but he wasn't sure what the man's expression meant. "How's that feel?" he asked - tempted to say that Greg's muscles seemed perfectly fine to him but biting his tongue at the last minute at the ridiculousness of trying to make a move on a man in this situation. ".... Good enough to attempt a jailbreak?" he said, eye's flickering from the man's chest to the grate overhead. Greg sighed heavily as they began to wait. Either help would come for them or the meds would kick in enough for them to escape. Saxon seemed concerned about the scratching at the wall, the soldier observed. "I hope so. I don't think the building would make that kind of sound just from settling rubble." He explained while glancing over at the other man, trying to give him some kind of hope that they weren't alone. The time passed slowly, and the two tried to talk about a wide range of topics to try and take their mind off things though the exchanges were short-lived and insubstantial with no more than a few words with a pause in between. Saxon, then, thought enough time had passed for the medication to have some sort of effect. Greg, in all honesty, couldn't tell yet because he hadn't really moved. He lifted his arm to allow the other man to inspect the area. The ice pack had melted by now, and Saxon pulled it away to set aside before he finished unwrapping the area. It had begun to turn a bluish purple in color. The brunette's hand came to press against the affected area. Greg gave a slight hiss of pain though it was dulled to a slight ache as the nurse pressed against it. "It's better, but I can still feel it. I think it'll be good enough for me to get up there." He said with a nod to the man. Greg stood after Saxon was finished examining him. "Let's give it a try again, shall we?" The soldier said, climbing onto the desk once more. He looked up into the hole where their salvation might lie, rubbing his hands together for a moment. When he felt he was ready, he reached up and grasped the edge. "Ninth..." He grunted softly, but nevertheless, he pulled himself up. Within a moment, he was inside the vent with only his feet visible." Saxon...you think you can climb up on your own? I'm not sure if I can turn around to give you a hand. It's kinda tight in here." He said over his shoulder." He wanted to make sure the man could get up without help before he moved any further. If all else failed, he could climb back down into the room and give the man a boost up before climbing up again. He wasn't sure how his nurse would like that, however. It was bad enough he was putting stress on his body by climbing up there. Saxon raised an eyebrow, an involuntary reaction even though he knew that Greg couldn't see it. "Hey now - a decade of patient transfer hasn't been wasted on me." he said, chuckling as he looked up at the vent access. "Just need you to shuffle forward so those big feet of yours aren't in my way." Waiting until the other had moved forward in the vent, Saxon looked around the room one last time. Quickly, he picked up one of the document bags lying across the floor and threw a quick assortment of items in that he thought might be useful - saline, antibiotics, syringes, needles, also-wipes, bandages - anything he could see that caught his eye. Looking back up, he could see that Greg had moved further along so he swung the bag over his head, letting it lie against his back. Reaching up to the vent, Saxon crouched slightly then pushed up with his legs to give himself a bit of momentum. Taking up the rest of the strain with his arms, muscles staining, he pushed himself up and into the vent. He realized that Greg hadn't been kidding - it was certainly a tight fit for him and the other man was broader across the shoulders. Saxon couldn't help but think the man was lucky to be able to move in this confined space. Mentally, he tried to orientate himself to where he was in the vent system. He knew that the best place to try and get to be the nurses station - it was central, away from the outer walls of the building and there were a number of ways to move between levels close by. Calling out to the man in front of him, Saxon tried to give directions. "Turn right at the next junction then take the.... MMM... fourth vent along. It's the best place for us that I can think of at the moment.... assuming that there hasn't been more collapses along the way." he said uncertainly.... it was very dark around them and there wasn't much he could do but try and follow the faint outline of the other man's shoes. He couldn't help but chuckle before scooting forward in the vent. It would be a slow-going process as Greg basically had to shuffle on his arms to moved anywhere. He slid forward enough to give Saxon enough room to get up into the vent. The blond heard movement behind him for a minute or two before the brunette actually began to climb up. "What took you so long?" Greg called over his shoulder, hoping the man was alright. Greg moved forward just as Saxon had told him, moving slowly around the corner to the right. He counted the vents as he passed them, feeling along the vent walls for some way to guide him. The soldier was passing the third vent when he hit something jagged that obstructed his path. His hand moved slowly over it, feeling the roughness of it as bits broke off to fall down on the vent surface he was on. "Uhh... Saxon..." He called back. "We can't get to the fourth vent. It's blocked by rubble." The young man began to scoot his body backward, working much like a worm to edge his way to the third vent again. When his face was over it, he peered down into the darkness below. A few rays of dim light peered in from somewhere revealing the white linoleum floor though there didn't seem to be any rubble. With a loud grunt, the man punched the vent with his hand causing it to pop off and clatter to the floor. He stuck his upper body through, twisting himself until he faced upward. As he did, he grabbed the other edge of the vent, pulling his legs through. The man groaned loudly as his legs fell down, making his upper body flex. "Aweigh!" He yelled out, letting the edge go and falling onto his hands and knees below and clutching his side.

Hellgate (Ryven & Kipoc) [Ex]|rating:4.0

Homicide - Case Files

Homicide Ubiquitous Police - Case Files This thread is to record details of the case. Anyone may post here, but please do so using the form layouts provided. The idea of this thread is to keep an organized file of the evidence where it can be easily reviewed by all players without having to hunt through pages and pages of IC or IOC posts. I will maintain an index on this opening post, to enable players to go directly to the particular "report" they wish to find. Obviously there will be some duplication between this thread and the IC thread. For the most part I will be quite happy to type up things like witness statements once, and enter them into evidence here. Interview transcripts will probably be copied and pasted directly from the IC thread! Forensics and Autopsy reports will be posted here either by myself, or by Nymphadora or ElvenKittenContentsDocument Name Document Type Document Author Crime Scene Location: 342 Marigold Drive (#msg10843066)UPD CRIME SCENE REPORT Lt. Frank GunselmanBank Card Trace Report (#msg10900828)UPD EVIDENCE LOG (NON-CRIME SCENE)Danilo, Rosa DET. 1Jenifer Godchild (#msg10913547)UPD WITNESS Statement E. Strategist Credit Card (#msg10913554)UPD CRIME SCENE EVIDENCE Logjam E. StradeRiver Street Strip Mall (#msg10918189)UPD CRIME SCENE Report E. Strade342 Marigold Drive Photo log (#msg10930738)UPD CRIME SCENE EVIDENCE LOG FA/CSI Cassidy Locke Scrapings from under victim's fingernails (#msg10934280)UPD FORENSIC REPORT FA/CSI Cassidy Locke Credit card (#msg10948854)UPD FORENSIC REPORT FA/CSI Cassidy Locke Work schedule log, victims Stevens, M. (#msg10956376)UPD DOCUMENT LOG (NON-CRIME SCENE)Danilo, R., DET. 1Autopsy on victim Stevens, M. (#msg10981670)UPD FORENSIC AUTOPSY Reporter. Emma Ross Trace Evidence - Blood and DNA Swabs (#msg10985233)UPD FORENSIC REPORT FA/CSI Cassidy Locke Secondary Crime Scene (Victim's Truck) Photos - Hard copies (#msg11015448)UPD CRIME SCENE EVIDENCE LOG FA/CSI Cassidy Locke Secondary Crime Scene (Victim's Truck) Contents (#msg11015492)UPD CRIME SCENE EVIDENCE LOG FA/CSI Cassidy Locke Fingerprint from 'CLEAN ME!' in grime on victim's truck (#msg11015521)UPD FORENSIC REPORT FA/CSI Cassidy Locke Fingerprint from steering wheel of victim's truck (#msg11015536)UPD FORENSIC REPORT FA/CSI Cassidy Locke Fingerprints from contents of backpack in victim's truck (#msg11015543)UPD FORENSIC REPORT FA/CSI Cassidy Locke Bloody Tissue from Victim's truck (#msg11029008)UPD FORENSIC REPORT FA/CSI Cassidy Locke Dark residue on steering wheel from Victim's truck (#msg11029011)UPD FORENSIC REPORT FA/CSI Cassidy Locke Dark residue from pedal of Victim's truck (#msg11029017)UPD FORENSIC REPORT FA/CSI Cassidy Locke Backpack from Victim's truck (#msg11029131)UPD FORENSIC REPORT FA/CSI Cassidy Locke Torn latex from Victim's truck (#msg11029205)UPD FORENSIC REPORT FA/CSI Cassidy LockeArrestee Processing, Larry Devine (#msg11046076)UPD EVIDENCE LOG (NON-CRIME SCENE)DET. Thomas Evans Search of 1443 Oakland's, Suspect's Bedroom (#msg11046571)UPD EVIDENCE LOG (NON-CRIME SCENE)Officer Grant ShultzThreadsRecruitment Thread (- To encourage new players to join.IOC Thread (- For discussion of the game, and anything else, really. Player Character Thread (- UPD Homicide Personnel files Case File Thread - This Thread IC Thread (- The Streets of Ubiquitous, where the action takes place UPD Evidence Filing System - Blank Forms Please select the form appropriate to the type of evidence report being filed. Incorrectly filed or recorded evidence may jeopardize any prosecution case and may result in the evidence being excluded by the District Attorney's Office. I know you all hate doing the paperwork, people, but it is part of the job, so let's get it right!- Chief. Crime Scene Description Use this form for a written description of what was found at the crime scene. Remember that the minutest detail may be crucial Code: [Select][color=navy][b]UPD CRIME SCENE REPORT[/b][/color][b]Officer In Charge:[/b][b]Case File Number[/b][b]Personnel In Attendance:[/b][b]Date camp; Time:[/b][b]Crime Scene Location:[/b][b]Nature Of Crime:[/b][b]Detailed description of the scene:[/b]Crime Scene Evidence Louse this form to record all material removed from the crime scene for forensic examination Code: [Select][color=navy][b]UPD CRIME SCENE EVIDENCE LOG[/b][/color][b]Supervising Officer:[/b][b]Case File Number:[/b][b]Crime Scene Location:[/b][b]Date camp; Time:[/b][b]Officer taking Item:[/b][b]Item Description:[/b][b]Item Location:[/b][b]Reason Item Taken:[/b]Evidence Log (Non-Crime Scene)Use this form to record all material removed for forensic examination from locations other than the crime scene. Code: [Select][color=navy][b]UPD EVIDENCE LOG (NON-CRIME SCENE)[/b][/color][b]Supervising Officer:[/b][b]Case File Number:[/b][b]Date camp; Time:[/b][b]Officer taking Item:[/b][b]Item Description:[/b][b]Item Location:[/b][b]Reason Item Taken:[/b]Document Log (Non-Crime Scene)Use this form to record all documentary evidence obtained from locations other than the crime scene. Code: [Select][color=navy][b]UPD DOCUMENT LOG (NON-CRIME SCENE)[/b][/color][b]Supervising Officer:[/b][b]Case File Number:[/b][b]Date camp; Time:[/b][b]Officer Requisitioning document:[/b][b]Document Description:[/b][b]Document Source:[/b][b]Reason Document Requisitioned:[/b][b]Document:[/b]Witness Statement Use this form for written statements by witnesses to a crime or crime scene who are NOT suspects in the crime. Code: [Select][color=navy][b]UPD WITNESS STATEMENT[/b][/color][b]Interviewing Officer:[/b][b]Case File Number:[/b][b]Date camp; Time:[/b][b]Witness Name:[/b][b]Witness Address:[/b][b]Witness Age:[/b][b]Witness Gender:[/b][b]Witness Ethnicity:[/b][b]DNA Taken?[/b][b]Fingerprints Taken?[/b][b]Witness Statement:[/b]Suspect Statement Use this form for written statements by witnesses to a crime or crime scene who ARE suspects in the crime. Code: [Select][color=navy][b]UPD SUSPECT STATEMENT[/b][/color][b]Interviewing Officer:[/b][b]Case File Number:[/b][b]Date camp; Time:[/b][b]Suspect Name:[/b][b]Suspect Address:[/b][b]Suspect Age:[/b][b]Suspect Gender:[/b][b]Suspect Ethnicity:[/b][b]DNA Taken?[/b][b]Fingerprints Taken?[/b][b]Suspect Statement:[/b]Non-Suspect Interview Transcriptase this form for transcriptions of formal or informal interviews of members of the public. Code: [Select][color=navy][b]UPD INTERVIEW TRANSCRIPT (NON-SUSPECT)[/b][/color][b]Interviewing Officer:[/b][b]Case File Number:[/b][b]Date camp; Time:[/b][b]Interviewee Name:[/b][b]Interviewee Address:[/b][b]Interviewee Age:[/b][b]Interviewee Gender:[/b][b]Interviewee Ethnicity:[/b][b]DNA Taken?[/b][b]Fingerprints Taken?[/b][b]Legal Representation present?[/b][b]Name of Legal Representative[/b][b]Interview Transcript:[/b]Suspect Interview Transcriptase this form for transcriptions of formal interviews of suspects to the crime. Code: [Select][color=navy][b]UPD INTERVIEW TRANSCRIPT[/b][/color][b]Interviewing Officer:[/b][b]Case File Number:[/b][b]Date camp; Time:[/b][b]Suspect Name:[/b][b]Suspect Address:[/b][b]Suspect Age:[/b][b]Suspect Gender:[/b][b]Suspect Ethnicity:[/b][b]DNA Taken?[/b][b]Fingerprints Taken?[/b][b]Legal Representation present?[/b][b]Name of Legal Representative[/b][b]Interview Transcript:[/b]Forensic Report Use this form for forensic analysis reports on evidence. Code: [Select][color=navy][b]UPD FORENSIC REPORT[/b][/color][b]Forensic Analyst:[/b][b]Case File Number:[/b][b]Date camp; Time:[/b][b]Item being examined:[/b][b]Crime Scene Item Removed From:[/b][b]Tests being carried Out:[/b][b]Test Results and findings:[/b]Autopsy Report Use this form for forensic analysis reports on victims. Code: [Select][color=navy][b]UPD FORENSIC AUTOPSY REPORT[/b][/color][b]Medical Examiner:[/b][b]Case File Number:[/b][b]Date camp; Time:[/b][b]Name of Deceased (If Known):[/b][b]Gender of Deceased:[/b][b]Approximate Age Of Deceased:[/b][b]Time of Death:[/b][b]Cause Of Death:[/b][b]Autopsy Transcript:[/b]If anyone can think of any more forms we need, either PM me or post in the IOC thread. UPD CRIME SCENE REPORT Officer In Charge:Lt. Frank GunselmanCase File Number:1410031Personnel In Attendance:Sgt. Scrub, Lt. Gentleman, DET. De Santos, DET. Danilo, For. In. Locke, Dr. Ross M.E., M. Tech Peterson Date camp; Time:October 13, 2014, at 6:45 a.m. Crime Scene Location:342 Marigold Drive Nature Of Crime:Apparent Homicide Detailed description of the scene:{Transcribed from voice recording app on Lt. Gentleman's phone used at scene}"This is Lt. Frank Gentleman, having just entered the residence at 6:45 on a call from dispatch. Officer Scrub has entered the premises. An initial walk through finds a front room of the home that appears ransacked. Front door found to be hanging open and reason for the call, from neighbor, officer interviewing presently. Items appear to have been removed as dust patterns suggest items missing. Initial observations suggest other rooms further in the home have been ransacked as well. In the kitchen, victim is an adult white male, appears to be late 30s early 40s." Body is laying on its side, sprawled with head towards the front room of the house. Dressed in tee shirt, Beefier Hockey logo, boxer shorts. Blood pooled beneath the body shows some drying, but is otherwise fresh, suggesting a time of death some time in the night, but unable to determine. Wounds in this position are not visible. Blood appears to be from the vicinity of the upper chest, neck or head." The kitchen, unlike the front room and apparent ransacking of others, is undisturbed except for the body. The back door, which leads to the backyard, however is open upon arrival. A key is visible in the door's lock, the pane of glass nearest the lock, missing. Broken glass on the floor suggest possible break-in. Doesn't appear the kitchen was being used to prepare food, or has been rifled through in any way."{End transcript of first recording}FIRST EDIT: Appended:PAUSE - Continued:"Victim's bedroom is in disarray. Bed has been slept in, recently. Wallet...contents include one prophylactic, various receipts, otherwise empty. Other apparent wallet contents spread on the bed include club membership cards, driver's license for one Mr. Matthew Stevens, age...uhm... forty....seven. Employee ID for Matthew Stevens for Potter's Beef Products. No cash, no cards... [pause]Uhm...checking through receipts...looks like...a purchase card used. [pause]Clothes, typical for one male...all similar in size. Some older pants slightly smaller. Clothes from dresser dumped, but neatly folded prior. "APPENDED:"Gentleman at 8:45, Locke, De Santos, Ross, Peterson present. Victim is ready to be taken in. Time of death estimated at 0200 to 0300..."[pause]"Did you say something was beneath his fingernails?" Voice of Locke:"Can't identify it yet, but once I run some tests at the lab I'll be sure. Voice of Gentleman: "Sharp force trauma beneath the chin, blood pooled by the victim, footprints and a slip smear within it." [Pause]"Anything else?" Voice of Locke:"I've got a lot of evidence to examine, so we'll know a lot more when my tests are done. I don't think this was a random break-in, so we should focus on people the Vic knows. I'll leave the talky bits to you folks, though. Furthermore, I'm no good with people that I don't communicate with over I'm.- - - - End of this portion of recording - - - - UPD EVIDENCE LOG (NON-CRIME SCENE)Supervising Officer:Gentleman, Frank, Lt., UPD Homicide division Case File Number:[no idea what the number is, since we don't have one appended to the crime scene yet)Date camp; Time:10/13/2014, 9:10 AM Officer taking Item: Danilo, Rosa DET. 1Item Description:Bank Card Trace report Item Location:N/Reason Item Taken: Relates to items missing from victim's home At app. 9:10 AM on 10/13/2014, a bank official contacted this officer in response to a trace request placed on credit cards belonging to decedent Stevens, Matthew, which were determined to be missing from the crime scene. Official reported activity ca. 8:50 AM same day at nearby convenience store. Charge was authorized by vendor, being under signature threshold. App. 10 minutes later, activity on same card reported at a large-box electronics store. Price of item triggered signature check and charge was declined. Followup with staff at both locations pending. Danilo, R. UPD WITNESS STATEMENT Interviewing Officer:E. Staircase File Number:1410031Date camp; Time:13th October 2014, 09:25 Witness Name:Jenifer GoodchildWitness Address:229 Plum tree Avenue, Ubiquitous Witness Age:23 Witness Gender:Female Witness Ethnicity:Black DNA Taken? NoFingerprints Taken? YesWitness Statement:I was on till number three, just started my shift as it happens, and the guy comes up carrying a flat screen, all boxed up. Well I say to him, You want to be careful sir, them things is heavy. You drop ot you don't get no refund, like? And he gives me this look, says he can manage. So I scan the bar code on the box, a says that'll be one four nine five. Guy hands me this card. So I swipe it in the machine, and it did something it ain't never done before. The screen says retain card, check ID. So I say to him, sorry mister do you have any ID? He goes all dub ya tee eff on me, starts swearing, saying he's never been asked for ID before and doesn't see why he's ban asked now. I say sorry, but the machine is skin for ID, and if you don't stop swearing I'm calling security. He gets this sort of panicked look then and says you know what, forget it, just give me the card back. I say, sorry, machine says to keep it. He gets angry and tries to snatch it back off of me, so I press the panic button, and that's when he legs it out the door, and met you coming in, officer. UPD CRIME SCENE EVIDENCE LOG Supervising Officer:E Staircase File Number:1410031Crime Scene Location:Shock Box Electronics, River Street Date camp; Time:13th October 2014, 09:25Officer taking Item:E Straiten Description:Visa Credit Card in the name of Mat Stevens, ending in 1103, exp 07/17Item Location:Till number 3, retained by cashier on instruction from PDQ machine Reason Item Taken:Card used to attempt to purchase goods fraudulently. Also possibly connected to a stolen vehicle. Card may have DNA and/or fingerprint evidence. (Amendment) Possible link to homicide at 342 Marigold Drive. UPD CRIME SCENE REPORT Officer In Charge:E Staircase File Number:1410031Personnel In Attendance:E. Trade, L Cox Date camp; Time:13th October 2014, 09:25Crime Scene Location:River Street Strip Mall, Parking Lot and Shock Box Electronics Nature Of Crime:Grand Theft Auto, Credit Card Fraud, Resisting Arrest Detailed description of the scene:On routine patrol officer Cox and I were in receipt of a SOLO of a dark blue pick up, reported stolen. We spotted the vehicle in question in the parking lot of the River Street Strip Mall. In the vehicle, in the passenger side foot well was a backpack that looked to be full. While investigating the vehicle, we were informed of a credit card use that had triggered a fraud alert, in the Shock Box store. I left Officer Cox to cover the vehicle while I went to investigate the new report. As I was entering the store I collided with the PERP, who was fleeing the scene. Before I could regain my feet or draw my weapon, and before Officer Cox was able to join me in pursuit, the PERP had evaded capture, heading across the railroad tracks behind the strip mall.However, I am reasonably certain I know the individual. The credit card has been retained for forensic analysis. UPD CRIME SCENE EVIDENCE LOG Supervising Officer:Gentleman, Frank, Lt. Case File Number:1410031Crime Scene Location:342 Marigold Drive Date camp; Time:October 13, 2014, at 7:00AMOfficer taking Item:FA/CSI Cassidy Locke Item Description:Crime Scene Photos - Hard copies Item Location:N/Reason Item Taken:Photographic log of crime scene Series 1: Open front door, door frame & handle (inside and out). Series 2: Front room, detailing disarray of belongings, empty places on shelves, papers and general destruction of order. Series 3: Kitchen, blood pool, victim's body. Series 4: Bloody footprints leading from body to front door. Series 5: Open back door, broken window pane, key in lock, broken glass on the floor Series 6: Bathroom, detailing disarray of belongings Series 7: Bedroom, detailing disarray of belongings Series 8: Kitchen counter detailing damage (Edited to show the correct direction of the footprints as noted to me by Chrystal in PM) UPD FORENSIC REPORT Forensic Analyst:Cassidy Locke Case File Number:1410031Date camp; Time:October 13, 2014–10:12 AM Item being examined:Scrapings from under victim's fingernails Crime Scene Item Removed From:342 Marigold Drive Tests being carried Out:Trace Analysis Test Results and findings:Trace analysis indicated that the matter under the victim's fingernails was blood but was not human. Species: BOS Taurus or Bovine blood. UPD FORENSIC REPORT Forensic Analyst:Cassidy Locke Case File Number:1410031Date camp; Time:October 13, 2014–10:38 AM Item being examined:Credit card Crime Scene Item Removed From:Shock Box Electronics, River Street Strip Mall Tests being carried Out:fingerprint Analysis Test Results and findings:Three sets of prints found on credit Careset 1 from homicide victim Matthew Stevens Set 2 from Jennifer Godchild -AFIS Report Name: Jennifer GoodchildGender: Female Address: 229 Plum tree Avenue, Ubiquitous Notes: Shoplifting and drug abuse from seven years ago, one speeding ticket 20 months ago, one parking ticket a year ago. Currently employed as cashier at Shock Box Electronics. Set 3 from Larry Devine -AFIS Report(Larry Devine Age: 27Ethnicity: IC-1Gender: Male Address: Lives with mother, Ms Charlie Devine. 1443 Oakland's, Ubiquitous. Arrests: Devine has been arrested twenty times in the last fifteen years, mostly for petty thievery, three counts of car theft, two counts of illegal entry and trespass, one count of burglary, two of breaking and entering, one count of robbery, two of resisting arrest and one of assault on a police officer. Convictions: Devine has been formally charged on a number of occasions, and in most cases has pleaded not guilty by way of diminished responsibility. Devine has been diagnosed as having Impulse Control Disorder related kleptomania resulting from mild schizophrenia, and psychiatric evaluation has always returned a verdict of "unfit to stand trial". He has on a number of occasions been remanded to psychiatric facilities, and while in those facilities has always shown himself to be a model inmate, each time securing early release. Notes: When interviewing Devine it is essential to have a specialist legal representative present, as Devine is technically incapable of understanding criminal proceedings. UPD DOCUMENT LOG (NON-CRIME SCENE)Supervising Officer:Gentleman, F., DET. Lt. Case File Number:1410031Date camp; Time:10/13/2014 10 AM Officer Requisitioning document:Danilo, R., DET. 1Document Description:Work schedule log, victims Stevens, M. Document Source:Potter Meat HR, Philips, Grace Reason Document Requisitioned:Relates to victim and potential witness movements Work Schedule for Matthew Stevens, Staff Number 61321 Day Date Start End Lead Coworkers Saturday 13th September 14:00 22:00 R Kowalski L Redgrave V LebruixSunday 14th September 14:00 22:00 R Kowalski L Redgrave V LebruixMonday 15th September 14:00 22:00 R Kowalski L Redgrave V LebruixTuesday 16th September off Wednesday 17th September off Thursday 18th September off Friday 19th September 06:00 14:00 R Kowalski L Redgrave V LebruixSaturday 20th September 06:00 14:00 R Kowalski L Redgrave V LebruixSunday 21st September 06:00 14:00 R Kowalski L Redgrave V LebruixMonday 22nd September 06:00 14:00 R Kowalski L Redgrave V LebruixTuesday 23rd September 06:00 14:00 R Kowalski G Stubby V LebruixWednesday 24th September off Thursday 25th September off Friday 26th September off off Saturday 27th September 22:00 06:00 R Kowalski L Redgrave V LebruixSunday 28th September 22:00 06:00 R Kowalski L Redgrave K FlinnMonday 29th September 22:00 06:00 R Kowalski L Redgrave K FlinnTuesday 30th September 22:00 06:00 R Kowalski L Redgrave K FlinnWednesday 1st October 22:00 06:00 R Kowalski L Redgrave K FlinnThursday 2nd October off off Friday 3rd October off off Saturday 4th October off off Sunday 5th October 14:00 22:00 R Kowalski L Redgrave K FlinnMonday 6th October 14:00 22:00 R Kowalski L Redgrave V LebruixTuesday 7th October 14:00 22:00 R Kowalski L Redgrave V LebruixWednesday 8th October 14:00 22:00 R Kowalski L Redgrave V LebruixThursday 9th October 14:00 22:00 R Kowalski L Redgrave V LebruixFriday 10th October off off Saturday 11th October off off Sunday 12th October off off Monday 13th October 06:00 14:00 R Kowalski L Redgrave V LebruixOfficer's Note: Victim TOD assumed to be late the night of 10/12 or early AM 10/13 UPD FORENSIC AUTOPSY REPORT Medical Examiner:Doctor Emma Ross Case File Number:1410031Date camp; Time:October 13, 2014–10:38 AM Name of Deceased (If Known):Stevens, Matthew. Gender of Deceased:Male Approximate Age Of Deceased:47Time of Death:2:00 am and 3:00amCause Of Death:Stab wound to the Head Autopsy Transcript:Examination shows that a large sharp object with a curved blade, sharp on the convex edge and viciously serrated on the concave edge, (possibly a combat knife) was thrust up beneath the Vic's chin, penetrated the mouth through the back of the tongue, then continued up through the soft palate to penetrate the Medulla Elongate and on up into the cerebellum and thalamus before the tip penetrated the cerebrum. There is a perimeter bruise to the back of the head, as though the victim's head was slammed into something hard, and another perimeter bruise on his chest as though he received a sharp blow to the chest, both occurring mere seconds before he died. The lack of any defensive wounds on his hands suggest that he was taken completely by surprise by the attack. His hands are covered in old scars, all well healed and none of them fresh. Most likely top do with the fact that he uses knives for a living. X-rays show an old fracture to the left Radius, properly healed, probably around three years old judging by the calcification on the break. The left leg shows significant scarring and x-rays will reveal a metal pin in the femur, another in the tibia, and a clean fracture of the fibula that didn't require pinning The appendix has been removed, most likely in childhood. The lungs show some tarring, consistent with someone who smoked for years but successfully gave up some years ago. UPD FORENSIC REPORT Forensic Analyst:Cassidy Lock Case File Number:1410031Date camp; Time:October 13, 2014–10:40 AM Item being examined:Trace Evidence - Blood and DNA Swabs Crime Scene Item Removed From:Jagged Counter edge at 342 Marigold Drive Tests being carried Out:DNA Analysis Test Results and findings:DNA from one Lt Frank Gentleman - Lead detective. Lt Gentleman reported that he had slipped and cut his glove and hand at the scene, drawing attention to a possible secondary contributor. Segment from one standard, police issue, blue crime scene glove. DNA from secondary contributor -CODES Report(Larry Devine Age: 27Ethnicity: IC-1Gender: Male Address: Lives with mother, Ms Charlie Devine. 1443 Oakland's, Ubiquitous. Arrests: Devine has been arrested twenty times in the last fifteen years, mostly for petty thievery, three counts of car theft, two counts of illegal entry and trespass, one count of burglary, two of breaking and entering, one count of robbery, two of resisting arrest and one of assault on a police officer. Convictions: Devine has been formally charged on a number of occasions, and in most cases has pleaded not guilty by way of diminished responsibility. Devine has been diagnosed as having Impulse Control Disorder related kleptomania resulting from mild schizophrenia, and psychiatric evaluation has always returned a verdict of "unfit to stand trial". He has on a number of occasions been remanded to psychiatric facilities, and while in those facilities has always shown himself to be a model inmate, each time securing early release. Notes: When interviewing Devine it is essential to have a specialist legal representative present, as Devine is technically incapable of understanding criminal proceedings. Segment of white latex commercially available pre-powdered latex glove mixed with secondary DNA. UPD CRIME SCENE EVIDENCE LOG Supervising Officer:Gentleman, Frank, Lt. Case File Number:1410031Crime Scene Location:Secondary Scene - Victim's Truck Date camp; Time:October 13, 2014, at 11:00AMOfficer taking Item:FA/CSI Cassidy Locke Item Description:Secondary Crime Scene (Victim's Truck) Photos - Hard copies Item Location:N/Reason Item Taken:Photographic log of secondary crime scene - Victim's Truck Series 1: Truck exterior - detailing words in grime and all damage to the body. Series 2: Truck interior - close up of pedals, steering wheel, stained tissue, backpack Series 3: Backpack and contents framed little league hockey medal dating back to the 1990s presented to Matthew Stevens framed medal for the local league hockey championship runners-up from two years ago presented to Matthew Stevens One framed picture of an elderly couple One framed picture of a woman One framed picture of the same woman and Stevens together box of generic, white latex gloves Series 4: Truck glove box interior - close up of used, white latex gloves UPD CRIME SCENE EVIDENCE LOG Supervising Officer:Gentleman, Frank, Lt. Case File Number:1410031Crime Scene Location:Secondary Scene - Victim's Truck Date camp; Time:October 13, 2014, at 11:00AMOfficer taking Item:FA/CSI Cassidy Locke Item Description:Secondary Crime Scene (Victim's Truck) Contents Item Location:N/Reason Item Taken:Evidence taken from Victim's Truck for analysis One backpack framed little league hockey medal dating back to the 1990s presented to Matthew Stevens framed medal for the local league hockey championship runners-up from two years ago presented to Matthew Stevenson framed picture of an elderly couple One framed picture of a woman One framed picture of the same woman and Stevens together box of generic, white latex gloves soiled tissue pair of used white latex gloves UPD FORENSIC REPORT Forensic Analyst:Cassidy Locke Case File Number:1410031Date camp; Time:October 13, 2014–11:42 AM Item being examined:Fingerprint from 'CLEAN ME!' in grime on victim's truck Crime Scene Item Removed From:Secondary Crime Scene - Victim's Truck Tests being carried Out:fingerprint Analysis Test Results and findings:AFIS match - Victor Hebrew - No previous records UPD FORENSIC REPORT Forensic Analyst:Cassidy Locke Case File Number:1410031Date camp; Time:October 13, 2014–11:42 AM Item being examined:Fingerprint from steering wheel of victim's truck Crime Scene Item Removed From:Secondary Crime Scene - Victim's Truck Tests being carried Out:fingerprint Analysis Test Results and findings:AFIS match - Victim Matthew Stevens UPD FORENSIC REPORT Forensic Analyst:Cassidy Locke Case File Number:1410031Date camp; Time:October 13, 2014–11:42 AM Item being examined:Fingerprints from contents of backpack in victim's truck Crime Scene Item Removed From:Secondary Crime Scene - Victim's Truck Tests being carried Out:fingerprint Analysis Test Results and findings:Some prints obviously smudged as if recently handled by someone wearing gloves. A framed little league hockey medal dating back to the 1990s presented to Matthew Stevens - AFIS match - Victim Matthew Stevens framed medal for the local league hockey championship runners-up from two years ago presented to Matthew Stevens - AFIS match - Victim Matthew Stevenson framed picture of an elderly couple - AFIS match - Victim Matthew Stevenson framed picture of a woman - AFIS match - Victim Matthew Stevenson framed picture of the same woman and Stevens together - AFIS match - Victim Matthew Stevens box of generic, white latex gloves - No discernible prints retrieved UPD FORENSIC REPORT Forensic Analyst:Cassidy Locke Case File Number:1410031Date camp; Time:October 13, 2014–11:42 AM Item being examined:Bloody Tissue from Victim's truck Crime Scene Item Removed From:Secondary Crime Scene - Victim's Truck Tests being carried Out:DNA Analysis Test Results and findings:CODES Report(Devine Age:27Ethnicity:IC-1Gender:Male Address:Lives with mother, Ms Charlie Devine. 1443 Oakland's, Ubiquitous. Arrests:Devine has been arrested twenty times in the last fifteen years, mostly for petty thievery, three counts of car theft, two counts of illegal entry and trespass, one count of burglary, two of breaking and entering, one count of robbery, two of resisting arrest and one of assault on a police officer. Convictions:Devine has been formally charged on a number of occasions, and in most cases has pleaded not guilty by way of diminished responsibility. Devine has been diagnosed as having Impulse Control Disorder related kleptomania resulting from mild schizophrenia, and psychiatric evaluation has always returned a verdict of "unfit to stand trial". He has on a number of occasions been remanded to psychiatric facilities, and while in those facilities has always shown himself to be a model inmate, each time securing early release. Notes:When interviewing Devine it is essential to have a specialist legal representative present, as Devine is technically incapable of understanding criminal proceedings. UPD FORENSIC REPORT Forensic Analyst:Cassidy Locke Case File Number:1410031Date camp; Time:October 13, 2014–11:42 AM Item being examined:Dark residue on steering wheel from Victim's truck Crime Scene Item Removed From:Secondary Crime Scene - Victim's Truck Tests being carried Out:DNA Analysis Test Results and findings:CODES Report(Devine Age:27Ethnicity:IC-1Gender:Male Address:Lives with mother, Ms Charlie Devine. 1443 Oakland's, Ubiquitous. Arrests:Devine has been arrested twenty times in the last fifteen years, mostly for petty thievery, three counts of car theft, two counts of illegal entry and trespass, one count of burglary, two of breaking and entering, one count of robbery, two of resisting arrest and one of assault on a police officer. Convictions:Devine has been formally charged on a number of occasions, and in most cases has pleaded not guilty by way of diminished responsibility. Devine has been diagnosed as having Impulse Control Disorder related kleptomania resulting from mild schizophrenia, and psychiatric evaluation has always returned a verdict of "unfit to stand trial". He has on a number of occasions been remanded to psychiatric facilities, and while in those facilities has always shown himself to be a model inmate, each time securing early release. Notes:When interviewing Devine it is essential to have a specialist legal representative present, as Devine is technically incapable of understanding criminal proceedings. UPD FORENSIC REPORT Forensic Analyst:Cassidy Locke Case File Number:1410031Date camp; Time:October 13, 2014–11:42 AM Item being examined:Dark residue from pedal of Victim's truck Crime Scene Item Removed From:Secondary Crime Scene - Victim's Truck Tests being carried Out:DNA Analysis Test Results and findings:One contribution - Matthew Stevens - Victim UPD FORENSIC REPORT Forensic Analyst:Cassidy Locke Case File Number:1410031Date camp; Time:October 13, 2014–11:48 AM Item being examined:Trace backpacks from Victim's truck Crime Scene Item Removed From:Secondary Crime Scene - Victim's Truck Tests being carried Out:Trace Analysis Test Results and findings:Hairs, sweat residue and blood traces all from the same contributor:CODES Report(Devine Age:27Ethnicity:IC-1Gender:Male Address:Lives with mother, Ms Charlie Devine. 1443 Oakland's, Ubiquitous. Arrests:Devine has been arrested twenty times in the last fifteen years, mostly for petty thievery, three counts of car theft, two counts of illegal entry and trespass, one count of burglary, two of breaking and entering, one count of robbery, two of resisting arrest and one of assault on a police officer. Convictions:Devine has been formally charged on a number of occasions, and in most cases has pleaded not guilty by way of diminished responsibility. Devine has been diagnosed as having Impulse Control Disorder related kleptomania resulting from mild schizophrenia, and psychiatric evaluation has always returned a verdict of "unfit to stand trial". He has on a number of occasions been remanded to psychiatric facilities, and while in those facilities has always shown himself to be a model inmate, each time securing early release. Notes:When interviewing Devine it is essential to have a specialist legal representative present, as Devine is technically incapable of understanding criminal proceedings. UPD FORENSIC REPORT Forensic Analyst:Cassidy Locke Case File Number:1410031Date camp; Time:October 13, 2014–11:48 AM Item being examined:Torn latex from Victim's truck Crime Scene Item Removed From:Secondary Crime Scene - Victim's Truck Tests being carried Out:Trace Analysis Test Results and findings:Tear in glove similar to tear in Lt. Gentleman's glove at first crime scene. Sweat residue and blood traces all from the same contributor:CODES Report(Devine Age:27Ethnicity:IC-1Gender:Male Address:Lives with mother, Ms Charlie Devine. 1443 Oakland's, Ubiquitous. Arrests:Devine has been arrested twenty times in the last fifteen years, mostly for petty thievery, three counts of car theft, two counts of illegal entry and trespass, one count of burglary, two of breaking and entering, one count of robbery, two of resisting arrest and one of assault on a police officer. Convictions:Devine has been formally charged on a number of occasions, and in most cases has pleaded not guilty by way of diminished responsibility. Devine has been diagnosed as having Impulse Control Disorder related kleptomania resulting from mild schizophrenia, and psychiatric evaluation has always returned a verdict of "unfit to stand trial". He has on a number of occasions been remanded to psychiatric facilities, and while in those facilities has always shown himself to be a model inmate, each time securing early release. Notes:When interviewing Devine it is essential to have a specialist legal representative present, as Devine is technically incapable of understanding criminal proceedings. UPD EVIDENCE LOG (NON-CRIME SCENE)Supervising Officer:DET. Thomas Evans Case File Number:1410031Date camp; Time:13-October 2014; 11:35 AM Officer taking Item:DET Thomas EEvansItem Description:1 T-shirt, white, w/ St. Louis Cardinals logo Item Location:L. Devine person Reason Item Taken:Forensics examination, Arrested Processing. Officer taking item:DET. Tom Evans Item Description:1 pair blue denim jeans, blue and slightly faded; Walmart brand. Item Location:L. Devine's person Reason Item Taken:Forensics Examination, Arrested Processing. Officer taking item:DET. Tom Evans Item Description:1 pair Nike sneakers, size 10, white. Item Location:L. Devine person. Reason Item Taken:Forensics Examination, Arrested Processing. Officer taking item:DET. Tom Evans Item Description:1 pair ankle socks, brown. Item Location:L. Devine Person. Reason Item Taken:Forensics Examination, Arrested Processing. Officer taking item:DET. Tom Evans Item Description:1 pair boxers shorts, bright orange. Item Location:L. Devine Person. Reason Item Taken:Forensics Examination, Arrested Processing. Officer taking item:DET. Tom Evans Item Description:1 leather wallet, bi-fold brown. Containing $160, library card (M. Devine), Debit Card (M. Stevens). Item Location:L. Devine's pants (Detailed Above)Reason Item Taken:Forensic's Examination, Arrested Processing. Officer taking item:DET. Tom Evans Item Description:1 debit card, Citibank. Issued to M. Stevens (Victim)Item Location:Wallet in pants of L. Devine (Detailed Above)Reason Item Taken:Forensics Examination, Arrested Processing. Evidence. Officer taking item:DET. Tom Evans Item Description:7 $20 bills, new notes, 1 $10 bill, new note, 2 $5 bills, well-used notes. (Totaling $160)Item Location:Wallet found in L. Devine's pants (Detailed Above)Reason Item Taken:Forensics Examination, evidence, Arrested Processing. Officer taking item:DET. Tom Evans Item Description:Library Card (issued to M. Devine; Mother)Item Location:Wallet (Listed Above)Reason Item Taken:Arrested Processing. Officer taking item:DET. Tom Evans Item Description:$1.35 in change. Item Location:Right Pocket, Pants of L. Devine. (See Above)Reason Item Taken:Forensic Examination, Arrested Processing. Officer taking item:DET. Tom Evans Item Description:Blister Pack (Aspirin) containing 2 tablets (325 mg)Item Location:Pocket of L. Devine's pants (Listed Above)Reason Item Taken:Arrested Processing. Officer taking item:DET. Tom Evans Item Description:Bottle of chlorpromazine hydrochloride, 50 tablets (Unopened)Item Location:Pocket of L. Devine's Pants (Listed Above)Reason Item Taken:Forensic Examination, Evidence, Arrested Processing Officer taking item:DET. Tom Evans Item Description:Key fob w/ 1 key (Unidentified)Item Location:Pocket of L. Devine's Pants (Listed Above)Reason Item Taken:Forensic Examination, Evidence, Arrested Processing Officer taking item:DET. Tom Evans Item Description:Key Fob w/ 1 car key; Ford. Item Location:Pocket of L. Devine's Pants (Listed Above)Reason Item Taken:Forensic Examination, Evidence, Arrested Processing Officer taking item:DET. Tom Evans Item Description:Container of mints (15 ct)Item Location:Pocket of L. Devine's Pants (Listed Above)Reason Item Taken:Arrested Processing. UPD EVIDENCE LOG (NON-CRIME SCENE)Supervising Officer:DET. Thomas Evans Case File Number:1410031Date camp; Time:13th October 2014Officer taking Item:Officer Grant ShultzItem Description:Mobile Phone (Nokia smartphone)Item Location:1443 Oakland's, Suspect's Bedroom Reason Item Taken:Possible Link to homicide at 342 Marigold Drive Officer taking Item:Officer Grant ShultzItem Description:Seven drug bottles, five unopened, labelled chlorpromazine hydrochloride, 50 tablets Item Location:1443 Oakland's, Suspect's Bedroom Reason Item Taken:Proof suspect is not taking his medication Officer taking Item:Officer Grant ShultzItem Description:Eight unfilled prescriptions for chlorpromazine hydrochloride, 50 tablets Item Location:1443 Oakland's, Suspect's Bedroom Reason Item Taken:Proof suspect is not taking his medication Officer taking Item:Officer Grant ShultzItem Description:Miscellaneous items related to other unsolved thefts. Item Location:1443 Oakland's, Suspect's Bedroom Reason Item Taken:Stolen property. UPD WITNESS STATEMENT Interviewing Officer:DET. Thomas Evans Case File Number:1410031Date camp; Time:13 Oct 2014, 1235 (Approx)Witness Name:Rhonda Myers Witness Address:326 Marigold Dr. Witness Age:25 Witness Gender:female Witness Ethnicity:CaucasionDNA Taken? No. Fingerprints Taken? No. Witness Statement:"My husband, Mike, and I were awoken early this morning by at about 2:15 this morning by some loud noises coming from next door (324 Marigold Dr.)."UPD WITNESS STATEMENT Interviewing Officer:DET. Thomas Evans Case File Number:1410031Date camp; Time:13 Oct 2014, 1250 (Approx)Witness Name:Larry Stein Witness Address:345 Marigold Dr. Witness Age:92. Witness Gender:Male Witness Ethnicity:Caucasian.DNA Taken? No. Fingerprints Taken? No. Witness Statement:Nothing of relevance.UPD WITNESS STATEMENT Interviewing Officer:DET. Thomas Evans Case File Number:1410031Date camp; Time:13 Oct 2014, 1325 (Approx)Witness Name:Mindy McCreddyWitness Address:323 Marigold Dr. Witness Age:66 Witness Gender:female Witness Ethnicity:African-American DNA Taken? No. Fingerprints Taken? No. Witness Statement:"Isn't it horrible about that poor Mr. Stevens? We've been neighbors for years and to just find him... like that. It's just horrible! What is the neighborhood coming to! Well, I can't tell you anything about Mr. Stevens, but there's been a moving van out in front of Will and Samantha's house 3 times last week! I don't know what's going on, but it's just strange and who knows what they're up to over there! You know that they have all of those perversions in the bedroom you know... rough marriage if you ask me."UPD WITNESS STATEMENT Interviewing Officer:DET. Thomas Evans Case File Number:1410031Date camp; Time:13 Oct 2014, 1340 (approx)Witness Name:John Sheets Witness Address:321 Marigold Dr. Witness Age:33 Witness Gender:Male Witness Ethnicity:CaucasionDNA Taken? No. Fingerprints Taken? No. Witness Statement:"I was coming home from work this morning around 10 to 4 when this dark truck came barrelling up and nearly ran over me."" No, I didn't get a plate or a make, just a big, dark-colored pick-up."UPD WITNESS STATEMENT Interviewing Officer:DET. Thomas Evans Case File Number:1410031Date camp; Time:13 Oct 2014, 1400 (approx) Returned 1435 (approx)Witness Name:Maria Sanchez Witness Address:319 Marigold Dr. Witness Age:22 Witness Gender:female Witness Ethnicity:Hispanic DNA Taken? No. Fingerprints Taken? No. Witness Statement:"I'm sorry, I didn't see anything. I slept all night... alone."*Note: Ms. Edith Bunker (317 Marigold Dr. gave conflicting statement. Returned to interview again." Well... yeah, I have a boy-friend who stays over sometimes."" I really don't remember if he was here last night."UPD WITNESS STATEMENT Interviewing Officer:DET. Thomas Evans Case File Number:1410031Date camp; Time:13 Oct 2014, 1410 (approx)Witness Name:Edith Bunker Witness Address:317 Marigold Dr. Witness Age:55 Witness Gender:female Witness Ethnicity:CaucasionDNA Taken? No. Fingerprints Taken? No. Witness Statement:""Well, I could tell you lots about that... man Mr. Stevens. Did you know he always comes home with blood on his shoes? He tracked it right up the driveway once in broad daylight! I don't know what people are coming to, but it's enough to make a soap. The whole street is full of crazy people and degenerates! Why, that hussy Maria Sanchez always has this weird guy who comes by at all hours of the day and night. It's just not decent, I tell you! I think he was there last night, but I couldn't be certain because I'm not nosy, and I have to get my beauty sleep, like any decent and upstanding person does. None of my business, but they go on like there wasn't a person for a mile around them!"UPD WITNESS STATEMENT Interviewing Officer:DET. Thomas Evans Case File Number:1410031Date camp; Time:13 Oct 2014, 1445 (approx)Witness Name:Reggie Lowell Witness Address:318 Marigold Dr. Witness Age:27 Witness Gender:Male Witness Ethnicity:African-American DNA Taken? No. Fingerprints Taken? No. Witness Statement:"I was heading out to work-When? Hell, I don't know, After 1:30, I guess, an' I see this guy wearing all dark stuff running across the street like some demon from hell wiz after him."" No, didn't get a look at 'em asides from the dark clothes and him runnin' like that."UPD WITNESS STATEMENT Interviewing Officer:DET. Thomas Evans Case File Number:1410031Date camp; Time:13 Oct 2014, 1510 (Approx)Witness Name:Samantha Hamilton Witness Address:320 Marigold Dr. Witness Age:46 Witness Gender:Female Witness Ethnicity:CaucasionDNA Taken? No. Fingerprints Taken? No. Witness Statement:"I don't know anything about moving vans outside our home. That busy-body is seeing things. Tell him Will, we haven't had any moving vans around here. We own our home free and clear, why would we move?"UPD WITNESS STATEMENT Interviewing Officer:DET. Thomas Evans Case File Number:1410031Date camp; Time:13 Oct 2014, 1510 (Approx)Witness Name:William Hamilton Witness Address:320 Marigold Dr. Witness Age:44 Witness Gender:Male Witness Ethnicity:CaucasionDNA Taken? No. Fingerprints Taken?no. Witness Statement:"I don't know anything about vans outside, but then I work during the days. Neither of us heard anything last night, but it's a bit of a distance from the Stevens house." Note: No one home at 322 Marigold Dr. Will return to question resident at a later date.

Homicide - Case Files|rating:3.0

Vorehannesburg (PM for entry)

Situated in a lush valley, in a crest of rolling mountains lies one of the most beautiful towns in the world. Johannesburg, founded over 400 years ago, by its current mayor, the dragon Ulster. He's a friendly sort, gregarious, and wanted a town where people could live in peace, without constant fear of being consumed, while still keeping delicious people on the menu. He is a dragon, after all. His solution was simple, two classes of people. Citizens, and meat. Any citizen can eat any meat, for any reason. If two citizens have a dispute, one may challenge the other to a duel. The one who is challenged chooses the conditions of the duel, and the loser loses his or her citizenship. Additionally, criminal acts can result in revoking citizenship. Children of citizens are considered citizens, though they can be declared meat by their parents, poor scholastic performance, or by random lottery once they're in high school. Meats have no rights, and must wear a collar which nullifies any powers they may have. They can be owned by a citizen, or they can be free meat. While it is not a crime to eat someone else's meat, it is considered to be extremely impolite. Meat can gain citizenship if a citizen is willing to trade places, if they save the life of a citizen, or otherwise preform a heroic act, or, once a month, they have citizenship games. Any meat can compete, and, if they win, they are granted citizenship. If they lose, well... Let's just say that there is no shortage of citizens willing to help out in the games. If the meat entering the competition was owned, the owner gets a free replacement. If the owned meat is victorious, the owner gets 3 free meats. Meat training is a very popular pastime in Johannesburg. To keep the population up, the Johannesburg board of tourism is very busy, often busing in whole loads of tourists, who are declared meat as soon as they hit city limits, making it a vacation they'll never forget. Some citizens may be afforded permits to own a reformer, in order to bring back a favorite meal. No reformer may have more than two people on it at any one time. I've to keep the economy flowing somehow.-------------------------OK, fluff is out of the way, let's get to the admin bit. PM your characters to me for approval. Any race, sex, and species is allowed. You can have up to three characters, however, if you're playing multiple characters, try to have at least one red in there. Here's the character skeleton:Name:Age:Race:Sex:Citizen/Meat/Tourist:Owned (Meat only, Yes/No/Open. If yes, include owner):Bio & Appearance:All types of more are allowed. If someone is heading in a direction you do not like with your character, please shoot them a PM to resolve it. Sex is also allowed and encouraged. If two or more characters wish to engage in a duel, or contest, and cannot, or do not want to decide their fates themselves, PM me. Keep other players in mind, and try not to flood. Nothing sucks more than having to fish through 3 pages of replies when you just posted an hour ago. Character List:Name: Mayor Disparage: 644Race: Dragon Sex: Male Citizen/Meat/Tourist: Citizen Bio & Appearance: The town's founder, at his full size he's a 45-foot-long blue dragon. His belly sparkles with silver scales. He is the last authority in the town, able to revoke anybody's citizenship for any reason. He also commands powerful magics, some of the strongest in the land, which he uses to keep the peace in his lovely town. Furthermore, he may also appear as a human, though his skin retains the blue tint.(GM notes: Ulster is the hand of god, rather than a primary character. Furthermore, he's there to keep things from going out of control. I will also be playing a number of ancillary characters to keep the game moving. As a GM, my main focus will be making sure that the game moves forward, and that people are having fun, rather than actually playing in it myself.) Necroshade:Name: Christy Age: 21Race: vixen Sex: female Citizen/Meat/Tourist: meat Owned: Open Bio & Appearance: She has red fur with a white front side. She normally just wears some old clothes to cover her private parts. Christys does her best to stay alive by doing hard work for the citizens. Emperor_PalpatineName: Reiko Savage: 24Race: Human, Asians: Citizen/Meat/Tourist: Meat Owned (Meat only, Yes/No/Open. If yes, include owner): Freebie & Appearance: Reiko stands at 5'4" and has 44DD breasts. She is permanently pregnant at 9 months with twins and has limited abilities to more. She was kidnapped and sold to the meat company in Johannesburg about a week ago. Furthermore, she hopes someday to be free, but this will probably never happen since she gives excellent head and funny. Furthermore, she is bisexual, but prefers women. If digested, she probably wouldn't reform... Iglooman2008Name: Ashen Age: 153Race: Slime Sex: Female Citizen/Meat/Tourist: Meat Owned: Open Bio & Appearance: She normal looks like a human with synthetic skin that feels the same as real skin, however she is in fact a slime girl, able to move as a liquid, she also can form into things she can see and mimic there appearance along as they are living creature, she is in the town as a piece of meat, having being taken there long ago as a slave, only to have her former master eaten after he lost his citizenship, she has since survived by hiding in the back allies of the town and hiding from plain site of creatures that could eat herElfinsnackName:Linage:22Race: Elf Sex: female Citizen/Meat/Tourist:Citizen Bio & Appearance: a tall elf with DS, red hair, and pale gray eyes. She is a master chef in the city, but a lot of people would love to own her for her properties as grade S meat Name:Summer Age:18Race: nose: female Citizen/Meat/Tourist: meat Owned (Meat only, Yes/No/Open. If yes, include owner): open Bio & Appearance: an orange haired neo, with C cups, summer is timid, and afraid of the world, and especially being eatenMidnightRoseName: Sylvie Age: 22Race: Worm hybrid (looks like a nāga though)Sex: Female Citizen/Meat/Tourist: Meat Owned (Meat only, Yes/No/Open. If yes, include owner): Open Bio & Appearance: Sylvie has long red hair that ends in slight waves and orange eyes. Being part worm, her lower body resembles a vermilion worm tail, only it does not have any segments. Though the few people that exist of her race tend to be more resevered creatures, Sylvie is friendly and curious about the world around her. She is extremely flirtatious and loves showing off her body to men. LetsgowiththatName: Nikolai Venice: 32Race: Human Sex: Male Citizen/Meat/Tourist: Tourist Owned (Meat only, Yes/No/Open. If yes, include owner): Freebie & Appearance: 7'2, Wears Red Beret, Bandana across right eye, Steel blue left eye, Blank right eye, clean-shaven face, Wears Grey T-shirt with black vest, green khakis, Black boots. Nikolai heard of the adventurous town of Johannesburg and decided it would be a nice trip. Bringing only his clothes and his beloved cat Pepsi Nikolai traveled on an earlier trip to the fabled town. When he found out the town's secret he chose to hide in a trash can which is his current whereabouts. Ashen hid in the darkness of her back allay watching the people walk by, trying to remain as quiet as possible as to not attract any attention at all to herself Reiko sat on a bench outside a restaurant near the alley, a price had been painted onto her plump belly to advertise her price - $500. She sighed, rubbing under her belly. She was dressed only in a sports bra and spandex jogging shorts with knee-high black boots. Furthermore, she looked somewhat gothic except for her slight tan. On the roof of the restaurant, sits a naked summer, trying her best to hide from the rest of the world. Sylvie had taken a place next to a fountain, the end of her tail dipped into it. She stretched out her long body and smiled, folding her arms beneath her bare breasts to accentuate them. Painted above her cleavage was her price - $400. Reiko sighed, smiling at Sylvie and waving. She was nervous, waiting to be purchased. She would love to talk to someone and make a friend to take the edge off, but no one had spoken to her since the meat store bought her. Sylvie waved back at Reiko and returned the smile. "Are you excited?" she asked, swaying slightly on the spot. "Or more on the scared side? My name is Sylvie, by the way." the tall elf Din walks by the meat being sold, looking at both of them, her eyes looking to discern the quality of their flesh Reiko sighed. "I guess I'm both. I-" She stopped when she felt Din's judgmental eyes on her juicy pregnant belly. Christy was hiding in an alley, but she looked at the big clock on a tower sometimes. She waited for lunchtime being over because it is much too dangerous for her to walk around in the city when there are so many hungry citizens. Summer will leap down to Christy "hey...hiding too?" Sylvie averted her gaze, lowering her arms. She didn't want to be purchased by a woman. Still, not wanting to come off as rude, she kept her smile on. Din turns her nose up at Reiko, and approaches Sylvie "$400?...margin. I'm buying you" Christy nearly freaked out when Summer suddenly appeared behind her, but she calmed down again when she noticed the girls collar." Damn, you almost gave me a heart attack." She said." Who are you?" "Summer....and you?" Nikolai peeked out of the trash can, seeing women with price tags." To think I came here for a vacation URG, Gotta hide was...OH SHIT!" Nikolai yelled briefly as the Trash Can tumbled over, smashing against the pavement with a loud noise. He quickly reset the trash can and got back in it, hoping no one around him saw as Pepsi glared at Nikolai from a nearby bush. "I'm Christy." She said. Reiko sighed, rubbing her big pregnant belly. "I wonder if I'll ever get eaten..." "SSSHHH, they'll hear us and then ill be trapped in glass cage again, I don't want that to happen again" Ashen said half revealing herself in the shadows of the alleyway "can't you see the citizen just down there, she's looking for meat, and you could well be it, Ashen was notably panicked and frightened Din's ear prick up, and she enters the alley way "....Hamm...looks like there's meat to be had here..." Christy noticed Din come in the alley." Damn." She whispered and tried to hide in the shadows. Din runs forward to grab her "...you're mine now Missy...." Christy panicked a bit when Din grabbed." No, please, let me go." She said and tried to get out of the girls grip. Din quickly tries to grab her by the collar, and put a leash on it "don't resit bitch. Take your place in the food chain!" "I told you" Ashen said hiding again in the shadows, watching the events unfold Din turns and having secured Chrissy, will try to find ashen in the shadows! "No please, I normally ask citizens for work. If you let me go I can work for you for free." Christy said. Ashen hid, not far from them, cloaked in darkness, hoping not to be found as she looked for a stealthy way out Din smiles "stuff it meat. You're landing on someone's dinner plate soon" she tries to find Ashen with her good night sight Ashen hid in the corner, no visible way out, she sat cowering trying not to be seen Din will bear down on her "...look... I've been meat before... I know what it's like...but now...you're mine!" she tries to place a second leash on Ashen's collar "Please, let me go, I don't want to be eaten, please" Ashen said fighting the collar and trying to get away Din just ignores her pleading, and tries to punch her, while attaching the leash Ashen recoils from the punch and begins to wiper as the leash is attached, knowing that struggling would only make her new master angry Christy began to cry." Please, I don't want to die." She said. Din smiles, pulling her two new pets with her "look...we're going to my place now. No grumbling, or I make your deaths extra painful" Ashen, allowed herself to be tugged along quietly, still hoping she could have a chance to escape Christy was still sobbing but followed Din. Din giggles, as she pulls her new toys along, brining them to her expensive looking house, with a fancy restaurant attached "welcome to your final resting place!" Ashen gulped when she entered, knowing escaping from the clutches of this hungry citizen would be harder than she expected, "w-where will we be staying?" ashen asked, scared to find out Christy followed without a word, knowing that this will be her end. "The meat cellar of course!" Din leads them down a dark flight of stairs to....a harem room? This looks too cozy for meat... "Are we staying in here?" Ashen said surprised Din nods "I pride myself in offering my customers top quality meat....you'll be living in luxury until I kill you" "but, I'm not made of meat, how will I be of use to you in a restaurant" Ashen said, hoping this would low her to be freed Din giggles "don't be silly...goo is a great dessert!" At that point Ashen new this was the place where she would be pampered to her hearts content, then devoured, "I'm not getting out of here in on piece am I" she said looking around Din shakes her head "unless I decide to train you for the games... I always train one of my girls for the games, because of the chance of winning 3 new girls...but I'm not sure about you" Christy looked around in the room. She would have been amazed if it weren't for the fact that she will be eaten. But when she heard what Din was saying she got new hope." Can I be the one you train?" She asked. Din giggles "when I have a few more slaves, we'll hold a contest to see which one of you gets trained." Ashen, unable to use he powers of transformation, knew that she was destined to be food, "I guess your right" Ashen said sitting on the floor Din giggles "...well...hmm...goo girl...just one question. Do you regrow lost goo?" "Erm, yes, I do, but only I can eat something to regrow from, it can even be water as long as I have a bit of me left"Ashen explained, not liking where this was going, thinking that she could be in for being eaten again and again Din giggles "well...congratulations to your new job of permanently being eaten!" she grabs ashen, and takes her to the dinning room in the meat cellar, biding Athens arms behind her back, and lacing her on a silver platter. She takes out a small silver spoon "...well...I need to try my wares for myself before I serve them to my guests" "Please don't eat me, I taste awful, I really do" she said panicking and trying to get free Din is far too good at tying knots. She digs the spoon into the good girls left breast, scooping out the nipple, and placing it in her mouth. What does it taste like? (like a sweet tasting jelly a bit like apple)"Please, don't eat me...imam....I'm poisons...yeah don't eat me" Ashen said panicking and trying to put Din off Din giggles "nonsense. You taste great...." she starts literally eating out her pussy! "N-N-Newton... Not there!!" Ashen said as she begins to moan Din giggles licking at her pussy with her tongue, trying to make her climax "N-n-n-n-ooh, mmm" Ashen said, starting to moan loudly at having her pussy actually eaten Din takes a few bites out of her thigh, and continues with the pussy, eating away the fragile organ "MMM, please, eat more, don't stop" Ashen moaned as Din ate away at her pussy Din giggles and continues "MMH....your juices are delicious. You'll be a big hit with the customers" Ashen was in a state of bliss, not caring if she was entirely eaten or not, as she loved every moment of it, she moaned loudly as she continued to be devoured by Din giggles, sucking away at her plump tits, thinking of the recopies she could make with her. Din being immortal has served herself to a customer several times while still alive, but roasted. "you’d make a great meat sauce too..." "MMM" Ashen moaned as she enjoyed her treatment from her new master Din gets up, and decapitates Ashen, talking her body to stuff it in the fridge "...what do you need to regenerate?" "I need food, anything really" She said as she tried to move what was left of her body, making it twitch and move Din nods, and will feed her some of her own body! "I'm going to bathe in this tonight. Should sweeten me up a lot" Christy was now all alone in the beautiful room. She sat down in a corner, trying not to think about what will happen to her. "Wait, new, that's me I'm eating" Ashen said trying to refuse it Din sighs "...you can have some strawberries instead. Maybe it'll change your flavor"Din walks back into the main room,, and places the disembodied head next to a bowl of the red fruit. She then goes to sit next to Cristy "look...if you're the only girl I have other than ashen over there, I can regenerate you...you don't need to worry until a third girl comes, who doesn't automatically regenerate" Ashen started to eat the bowl of fruit, including the bowl, in ravenous hunger, regenerating her body to a smaller size yet she now wasn't just a disembodied head, instead she had a chest, breasts and a head, a mild improvement on before, however she had turned a slight reddish color Din smiles, and brings her more strawberries "you'll be a great dessert bar. Just let people scoop up your body, and help themselves" Ashen devours the strawberries, becoming slightly redder still, and growing back her arms and legs Din smiles "... I like you... I might just take you up to my room tonight." Din smiles "... I like you... I might just take you up to my room tonight." "So I'm not just food?" Ashen said with a subtle tone of hopefulness in her voice, now looking quite reddish pink, a lot like if you crushed strawberries and diluted them Din smiles "a lot of tender love and care goes into making the worlds best dishes..." Ashen smiled, knowing she wasn't going to die here, just never leave and be eaten out, quite literary, almost every day by her new mistress and her guests Din smiles "...you'll always have a place here...you’ll be safe, and delicious for the rest of your life" Ashen then walked over to her new master, "well I guess I'm a walking buffet" she said as she stood in front of her, whole strawberries clearly be seen floating inside her stomach region Din giggles, and reaches inside to pick one out "yeah...I suppose" "Hey did I just eat that" she said as Din pulled out the goo coated strawberry, "you can't just steal my food" Ashen said forgetting that she was in fact owned by the woman who both fed her them and is eating them [Din's restaurant](this place is large... I'd suggest using location tags like this in every post or so))Din giggles, eating the strawberry "I could bite off your head instead" [Town square, bench]Reiko cried, having seen everyone taken away. "I wish they would just eat me and get it over with. I don't get to make any friends! [town square, alley way]summer approaches Reiko "...well...not that many people like Peggy meat nowadays...it's all about slim low fat meat...unless you're catering to dragons" "Dragons?" Reiko asked, rubbing the bloated curve of her belly. "Who are you and how are there dragons here?" [town square]Summer smiles "I'm summer. I'm free meat...and yeas. There are dragons here...quite a few live in this town" [Dins restaurant]Ashen Looks at Din in fear," no, please don't eat my head, I'd not remember anything if you did" She said covering her head in fear Elfin Snack wrote:[town square]Summer smiles "I'm summer. I'm free meat...and yeas. There are dragons here...quite a few live in this town"[Town Square]"I'm Reiko, and I'm for sale." She said, rubbing her belly. "Surely there's a safe place for me..." [Town Square, Bench]Nikolai slowly opened the top half of the trash can, noticing that there were no predators around."Finally, some peace of mind." Nikolai whispered as he stumbled out of the trash can, approaching the ladies. "Hello Madams, How's the sale going?" [town square, couldn't resist]A erudite man in a suit and a cane walked down, noticing the pregnant lady with the price on her belly, looking down in the dumps, sitting with another young lady. He walked up to them, with a glittering smile, "Well, hello ladies, you seem to be troubled." he said. [Town Square]"Oh, hi I..." Then she noticed the stranger new guest with his suit. "I... Oh, um..." She said, rubbing her belly. She was normally a lesbian, but she was getting pretty wet. Summer keeps, and scurries away....she has no intentions on being eaten.[Din’s restaurant. Meat room]Din smiles "I was only joking..." [town square]The man frowned as summer began to run. He turned to Reiko, "Excuse me a moment would you." He said. Suddenly there was an inhuman burst of speed, and he had gripped Summer by the hip, "That was very rude of you, you know." he said, tremendous strength holding onto her as he walked back to Reiko. "That's some agility you got there captain." Nikolai coughed, awed by the Dragon's swiftness. Ashen, removed her hands from her head," can we go somewhere else, Marie back to the streets, show off your new meal perhaps?" ashen said thinking she might be able to escape Reiko gasped but didn't try to run. She knew she would be caught and it would only risk hurting her. "Who are you?" She asked, rubbing her sexy belly as it made a hungry gurgle. Din shakes her head "I'm afraid not.:"Summer keeps "let me go you brute!" Ashen cursed under her breath, she then walked toward some stairs, "what's up here?" [Town square]The man smiles, "brute? Now that's not a very nice thing to say to your benefactor." he grins, before turning to Reiko. "I'm mayor Ulster, and you sound like you could use a good meal." Summer glares "...you're the guy who says that I can't do anything, but be eaten!" Din smiles "the restaurant, and my private rooms. Don't even think about escaping. I've put a tracking device on your collars, and I'll kill you in the most painful way possible if I find you" Reiko perked up. "I'd love something to eat!" Reiko said, hugging Ulster, her pregnant belly inadvertently rubbing his groin. "Ah yes, finally the Mayor of this interesting town!" Nikolai coughed, happy to see some law. Ulster looked a little hurt, "Now, I never said that. You can do plenty of things, you can work an honest job, you can compete in the games, you can own a house, raise a family. It's just incidental that you could be eaten at any time," he explained, before feeling Reiko rub against his groin, "My, you are friendly, I'm sure I can find a meal for you somewhere around here." He shot a wicked grin towards Summer. Finally, turning to Nikolai, "Well hello there, I don't think I've seen you around, are you new here?" Reiko smiled. "Thank you so much Mr Mayor!" She said, her hands on her belly. Her pregnant swell made her look delicious, especially to dragons. Summer keeps "...people are hungry...if you have an address, people can find you" "Indeed, I recently came here with my cat for a vacation, though to be truthful most of my trip has been spent in that trash can hiding, but what is this about competing in games you say." Nikolai said, interested. Ulster could feel his mouth water, as he looked at Reiko. He licked his lips, before observing the two girls. With a sigh, he turned to Summer, "Look, if I give you my word, on my honor as the mayor, and on my love of my city, will you believe me if I tell you, that if you come to my place, I promise not to eat you?" he told her, as he started to walk towards the Mayoral Manor. Turning back to Nikolai, "You can come too." he smiled. Summer shakes her head "... I don't believe you at all..." "Sweet, I love Olympia issue games" Nikolai whispered, as he hopped back into the trash can. Reiko followed, enamored by the mayor and his generosity. She waddled alongside him, her breasts and belly jiggling deliciously. Nikolai picked up the trash can and followed the Mayor, grabbing Pepsi with him. Soon enough, Ulster had brought the two ladies to his estate, leading them inside, to a massive room, despite Summer's protests. He looked at the two girls, as he smiled, "Do you two mind if I slip into something more comfortable?" Summer groans "....well...it's not going to stop you..." Reiko nodded stupidly. "Go ahead." She said, still not noticing he was a dragon. [Town Square, alley]Sylvie had managed to shimmy away when Din took her attention off her, seeking solace in an alley. Sighing, she sank into a sitting position." Not like that...not yet," she whispered, shivering slightly and covering her price mark. [Mayoral Manor]Ulster smiled, as he stretched out. A shimmer formed about him, as he began to grow to gigantic proportions. It seemed like he had planned for this, as the entry hall was more than large enough to accommodate him, as he spread his wings. "Ah, much better," he smiled, "Like taking off a pair of shoes that's too tight." He turned down to look at the two ladies, "Now, as for my promises..." He grinned. Summer keeps "....no way that is going to fit!" [Town Square]Sylvie decided it wisest not to stay here and slithered out along the streets. She swept against a grand tree and curled herself about it, coming to rest on a long branch. She closed her eyes, appearing asleep. Rabies wrote:[Mayoral Manor]Ulster smiled, as he stretched out. A shimmer formed about him, as he began to grow to gigantic proportions. It seemed like he had planned for this, as the entry hall was more than large enough to accommodate him, as he spread his wings. "Ah, much better," he smiled, "Like taking off a pair of shoes that's too tight." He turned down to look at the two ladies, "Now, as for my promises..." He grinned. Reiko gulped, gripping her belly in fear. "Oh no!" She said. "Please!" The juicy, delicious Peggy begged. Ulster licked his lips, as he reached a talon between summer's cleavage, tearing off whatever clothing she had left, "Now, now, my dears, I'm a dragon of my word," he smiled, "Miss Summer, I will not eat you, and Miss Reiko, I will give you a tasty meal." he glanced back to Summer, "Why, there's a delicious piece of meat right there," he grinned. Summer keeps "...um...no! No! At least finish me of yourself!" Reiko gasped. She waddled over and hugged Summer. "I can have her? I always wanted to try this. Thank you, dear!" She said. Summer tries to get away "NO! Get away from me!" she tries to slip out of the Peggy's grasp, and run for the door Reiko waddled and tackled Summer, pinning her under her pregnant body. Summer keeps "no! Please! Let me go! Or at least let the dragon fuck me first..." "Only if he does us both." Reiko said, licking Summer. Ulster grinned, "Well, who am I to deny a last request?" he said, as his cock extended from its sheath. It was huge, full of ridges and bumps, like a sex-toy maker had gone insane. A second one followed, this one smoother, prehensile as it wrapped around Reiko's belly, coating it with slime." So, Reiko, my dear, how about I give your meal a nice cream filling as you gulp her down." Summer keeps "...it'll tear me apart...but...worth it..." Din is waiting in her restaurant, for the evenings guests Reiko smiled. "I'd love it." She said. Elfin Snack wrote:Din walks back into the main room and places the disembodied head next to a bowl of the red fruit. She then goes to sit next to Cristy "look...if you're the only girl I have other than ashen over there, I can regenerate you...you don't need to worry until a third girl comes, who doesn't automatically regenerate"Christy looked up at Din." You will really regenerate me?" She asked excited." I don't care when I'm eaten, I just don't want to die. I even was eaten before. You see, I'm serious when I say I'll do every work my customer wants me to." Din smiles "for now...you'll have to compete with other girls if I decide to get a few more slaves Christy nodded." Then I'll have to prove myself, How about I'll work for you as entertainer and meal, and you keep me alive and care for me?" She asked. Din sighs "for now...yes. But don't get your hopes up" Ulster grinned, as he lifted the two girls, his cocks twitching beneath them as he rubbed their pussies against the tips, "Thinking you're going to get out of this one early my dear Summer?" he laughed, "Sorry, but, I'm very skilled, I can drive this thing all the way to the hilt... But you'll still be alive and kicking when you go down her throat." He grinned, as he began to penetrate the two women. "Thank you." Christy said and hugged Din. She looked up at Dins face." You want a sample of me?" She asked. Summer keeps loudly as the cock goes inside her "gash!" Din frowns "... I thought you didn't want to die?" Reiko moaned as her belly swelled with dick. Her boobs and belly jiggled as she was rocked. Nikolai watched on, as the scene progressed he laughed." Damn Mayor, Most guys are happy to have an okay sized dick, but you have to gigantic one's!" Nikolai chuckled, patting Ulster's lower back. Christy looked up at Din." I thought you will regenerate me." She said a bit confused. Meanwhile, Ashen was surveying her surroundings, looking for places to hide from being eaten so much, small places she could easily hide in perhaps, she went over to for strawberries and began to eat a few, getting redder with Eva one she ate Din nods "yes...until another girl comes... I can cook you now if you like though...ashen, come over here! You're going to be stuffing!" Ashen walked over and stood in front of Din, "what do you been 'stuffing'" she said slightly confused, seeing no meat or food in which to stuff other than Din and Christy Din smiles "we're having Cristy for dinner tonight. She volunteered. And I'm going to use some of you to stuff her" "how am I going to stuff her? Are you going to make her eat me?" Ashen said wondering how exactly she would stuff Christy, also getting aroused by the possibility Din giggles "were going to have her birth you to the head, then decapitate you, so you won't be roasted with her" "Ohh sounds fun" Ashen said moving over to a table and laying on it with her feet off the edge Din smiles, and begins lapping at her pussy again, taking the odd bite "Pooh, that feels great, keep going" Ashen moaned as she was licked and enjoyed Din giggles racing her whole head into the good girl sucking at her gooey innards! Ulster grunted, as his cocks filled the girls, "Oh god, girls... You're so tight..." He said, as his massive cocks drove further into the ladies, "NNN... You better start your meal now Reiko..." He hissed. "Smooth, Yes more" Ashen said pulling Din further inside her, allowing her to eat more Summer keeps, trying to pull herself off the massive cock Din giggles, and nibbles at Ashen's stomach Ashen moaned, having Dins head deep in her belly, strawberries still inside her belly as Din ate at it Din pulls out again, gasping for air ! Ashen looked up at Din, seeing most of her eaten away "wow you were hungry" she said gasping from the pleasure Din smiles"yeah... I should save my apatite for the roast tonight!" Christy went over to Ashen and Din." Do you want to stuff me now???" She asked. She was already a bit aroused from watching Din go into Ashen. Din nods "sure! Why not?" she picks up ashen "strip, and spread your legs!" Christy nodded. She took off the few clothes she had and sat down, spreading her legs. Ashen wiggled with anticipation Din stuffs ashen, feet first, into Christy's womb, and then will rip ashen's head off Christy gasped and moaned. When Athens head was ripped of she sucked the rest of her body into her womb and then rubbed her huge belly." Oh god, that feels great." She said. Din grins, and closes her slit with a large apple "you'll roast nicely...the flavor of the stuffing will seep into your flesh...ok then ladies...we'll be eating in my bedroom tonight" she Carries the two off them into her bedroom. There is a large four-poster bed, and a fire pit in the middle of the luxurious room Ashen makes her body wiggle, for along as she could, before being carried off, "what are you going to feed me this time?" she asked Din gives her some pealed oranges "but don't eat too much. You still need some room for that delicious body of christies when she’s golden brown and crispy" Ashen eats them, only managing to regenerate her body, without her legs or arms, now a slight orange color Din smiles "we'll have a great night... I'll make sure our nice rump roast over there will be as delicious as I can make her for you" Ulster growled, thrusting his cock deep into Summer again, as his prehensile cock probed and squirmed in Reiko's pussy. "RRR... So tight." he shook a little, feeling Nikolai's attentions, "Oh yeah... Right there..." Summer keeps, screaming as the gargantuan member pushes deeper inside her Ashen licked her lips, enjoying what was left of the oranges, anticipating being eaten again Din giggles "can you grow a cock? I like to be fucked my one once in a while" "well, I don't know, I've never tried, it's not something I've ever needed to do" Ashen said looking puzzled Din spreads her legs "...come on...please try it...if you do, you get the best cuts from Christy!" Christy looked around in the bedroom. She had a hand on her belly, rubbing it gently."is this where I will be roasted?" She asked and pointed at the fire pit. When she looked back at Din she was surprised that her new master lay on the bed with open legs. Ashen tries, and manages to grow a cock, just above her pussy, "There, but now it will take me time to regrow my arms and legs, and more food" she said slightly proudly Din smiles "great" she turns to Christy "yeah, it is...want me to spit you now? We're both feeling hungry!" "When you're feeling hungry you should do it. But please remember your promise." Christy said. Din nods, and sets the regenerator onto her "ok...now...on the bed on your belly, legs spread wide" Reiko grabbed Summer as they were fucked and began sucking on her head, slowly devouring her. Ashen watched, eagerly awaiting the food to be roasted, along with her previous body inside, she could also feel a slight cool sensation from her first body in the fridge keeping cool, although she couldn't control either anymore, she could still feel them Summer screams as she is slowly succeed in, her fate sealed! Reiko pushed Summer's ass in, lifting her off of the dick. She swallowed her legs and rubbed her even larger belly, the $500 sign on her belly stretched beyond belief. The pregnant meat patted her gurgling middle. Ulster grunts, as he feels his balls twitch, "Range! Ready ladies? It's coming." He growls, as cum begins to surge forward into Reiko and Summer, making them plump up, as it spills from their pussies. Summer keeps, as cum spurts our of he mouths and nose! Reiko moaned, swallowing the last of Summer with timing that makes Ulster spray cum all over her face. Her belly expands greatly with cum as well as Summer and her preexisting pregnancy. Summer sobs as she slowly begins to be digested Christy did like she was told She was a bit worried that it might hurt too much, but she spread her legs. Din grins, and side the spit pole into her ass, running it through her in one swift motion "great!" Christy gasped when she felt the cold metal slide into her rear. After some seconds she felt it push up her throat before the tip came out of her mouth.".at .eel. .Age." (That feels strange.) She said with the pole in her mouth. Din smiles "your first time always feels a little strange.but you'll get used to it" she places Christy over the fire! Ashen gasped, becoming hard in a new place as well a more aroused in general seeing this happen to Christy could feel the hot fire under her while she was turned. At first her fur went from red to a delicious looking brown. After a while she felt how the heat was roasting her flesh, but it didn't hurt much. Din smiles, holding ashen's rump close to her "...until you have your arms and legs back, I can just use you as a fuck toy!" she places ashen's hard one into her pussy Reiko smiled as she digested Summer at the top of Ulrich's staff. "Ashen lay there with her new cock deep inside din, moaning as din used her new 'Toy' to pleasure herself Din smiles, pulling Ashen out after she had her share, licking the cock a little "HHH...orange" There was a nice scent in the air when Christy was hosted. The goo in her womb was boiling, adding its flavor to her flesh. Din giggles, and bates Christy "mummy...you'll taste great!" Ashen feels her old body building and orgasms, feeling her body liquidize to noting and being absorbed into Christy's flesh, Din cuts off some of Cristy's ass, and gives it to ashen "here you go...you can have a tit too if this isn't enough to regrow you" Ashen ate it, tasting very nice, her arms and legs regrew as she did, and she turned a bit golden flesh colored Din cuts her off a breast too, handing it to ashen. Din licks her "MMH....meaty flavored" The spurting from Ulster's cocks continued, forcing Reiko off the shaft as Summer wiggled in her belly. For a few more moments, Ulster thrust the air, basting Reiko, before he lifted her naked body in a clawed talon, "Ready for what comes next?" he asked. Christy couldn't feel her body anymore, but she was still alive." Do I ... taste good?" She asked and tried to smile. Din bites a piece of meat out of her ass "yeah...you taste great!" she then takes Christy off the spit, and begins eating her pussy Ashen ate it as well, loving every bite, tasting both herself and Christy as she ate, she then got up and walked over taking more bites of Christy "What does come next?" Reiko said, peeling off the remains of her shirt. "Well," the dragon said, licking his chops, "I only promised not to eat her." His long tongue snaked out, brushing against the Peggy's pussy. A phone will ring in the dragons' manor... "Damn, This is better and wearer than high quality porn!" Nikolai chuckled, eating some popcorn he found. Reiko's eyes widened. "Please no!" The delicious woman begged. Ulster looked at the phone, flipping up the video screen, and looking at the person on the other end, "Yes?" he said, as he dangled the Peggy above his maw, his tongue wrapping around her legs. "Who is that!?" Reiko asked, about to be eaten; her savory breasts leaking milk. Seeing that her situation wasn't going anywhere, Sylvie decided to take matters into her own hands. The house of the mayor caught her attention - with such a grand mansion, she was sure at least something held promising here. Though she knew the mayor was a busy person (or creature, at that), she couldn't hold herself back from stealthily opening the mansion's doors and weaseling inside. Din is on the other side "good morning mayor. Having a meal already?" Sylvie tensed when she heard the telephone go off. Somewhere not to far from her location it was answered, no doubt by the mayor. A chill of anxiety went down Sylvie's spine; it was a suave, attractive voice that compelled her to find its owner. Slinking over to the phone nearest her, she carefully picked it up and listened, holding her breath. Ulster smiled, "Ah, good morning Din!" he grinned, "Hold on a moment," He shivered for a moment, then, worked his way up Reiko's thighs with his tongue, tasting her pussy as he closed his mouth around her hips. A small illusory form of his human form appeared in front of the screen, but allowing Din to watch the spectacle behind him. "Mmm, you bet I am, fresh stuffed to." the illusion smiled, "May I ask what our best chef is calling about?" Din grins "I was wondering if it were possible to issue some more regenerators for my serving meat. I'd run out of stock very quickly if I didn't use the one I have in sifts...but it's too slow for good business. Oh, and I'd like to invite you to dinner tonight" (one small question, when are the games going to begin?) (I figure after I finish eating Reiko) Reiko began to sob as her plump, juicy pregnant body was devoured. "Will I die or reform?" She asked sadly. The illusion looked up at her, as the dragon swallowed, her legs now tickling the back of his throat, "Well, now, that depends on if I want seconds," he smiled, as the dragon's head lifted her up, the muscular tongue rubbing her pussy and lapping at her breasts. Reiko moaned as she began cumming on the dragon's tongue. Nikolai didn't mention it, but he was strangely aroused by this action. Din grins "I know you mayor. You always want seconds. Tell you what...go find me some nice neo meat for starters, and I'll offer myself as main course, with my little good girl as desert" Ulster made a low groan, as he lapped up Reiko's cum, opening his maw, closing his jaws around her head. He tipped his head back, and, with a great gulp, swallowed, her plump body slowly travelling down his long neck. He looked at the screen, pondering for a moment, "HRM... Neo meat, eh?" He thought, "Part of the feast for the games?" Din nods "the menu for your personal table only of course" Reiko began to cry deep in the dragon's belly. "Please... No...." She cried as her body began to tingle. The illusion vanished, allowing Ulster to speak again, as he rubbed his belly. "Mm, sounds delicious, I'll see if I can't scare up some." He grinned, as he patted his stomach, "Ooh, meal like this, it'd just cheapen it to eat it more than once." He said, as more acids began to dribble into his belly. The rest of Christy's roasted body still lay on the table. She had lacked out a minute ago, but Clare was still eating. Reiko cried as she began to dissolve. "Let me out!" She begged tearfully. "Please..." Din smiles "of course. I'll begin the preparations then mayor. I'll be seeing you at the games" Sylvie's heart jumped. He was eating...arousal shot up inside her. The games? She didn't know where they would be held, but she made up her mind to be there. For now, though, she'd wait here. She carefully hung up and stretched out on the floor in a relaxed position. Nikolai heard the games mentioned, and chuckled with anticipation." If it means a chance of survival, I'll have a lot more fun than death would usually bare for me." He laughed, as he jogged in place. Ashen finished up Christy's body, now a golden brown color, "That was very good, what's for desert..." she said suddenly stopping herself after hearing her mentioned on the phone (So, did this RP die???) kinda...well... I hope rabies comes back to post soon)) I'll have a lot more fun than death would usually bare for me." He laughed, as he jogged in place.

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Legends Before time (Desgonia X OnixiaTheDragon)

In a valley surrounded on all sides by mountains with lush forests fed by streams and lakes sat two villages. These villages had been here for generations. The tribes were the Sabre claw tribe and the raptor fang tribe. In the beginning they were friendly with one another and even traded with each other. However, as time passed a blood feud started over the valley hunting grounds. One that could never be resolved. They hated the other with such passion that even seeing one another would spark a fight. The only reprieve from these raids and fights were the fall and winter months when they gathered food for their villages in earnest to survive the bitter cold.However, when the spring thaw came raiding parties would be formed, and they would attack one another once more. Among the Sabre Claw tribe was a young Shaman of 15 seasons. His hair white as fallen snow wild as the wind. His skin tan as amber. And his eyes green as the forest foliage. He was an apprentice to the head shaman learning the secrets of the spirits, ways of the dead, treating the ill and medicine. He wore hide pants and moccasins and carried a flint knife. He also carried a herb pouch with him at all times along with hide strips for tending wounds. He had laid many of his fellow tribesmen to rest in the burial cave giving them their last rights. He also tended to the wounded who returned from hunting, raiding parties, and of course scouting when it went badly. Living in such a tribe he learned his craft quickly using a bone needle and sinew to sew up deep wounds and even began to develop his healing magic when fall arrived. It was his 16th season when the head shaman gifted him with his own staff with a dark amethyst gem crystal tied to the end with sinew decorated with healing totems of Sabre tigers and their fangs. This fall season however food was scarce the gatherers were unable to gather much from the berry bushes, fruit trees, or the fields. The hunters were unable to find much prey from the skies, forests or the rivers. When winter struck it was The Sabre claw tribe starved. In desperation the chief sent all the warriors to attack the Raptor Fang tribe for their food. However, they did not return. Days later almost like they could sense it the dinosaurs that had once been prey to the Sabre Claw tribe swarmed in breaking through the wooden gates of the walls. It was a slaughter as the people tried to flee or fight but were instead swallowed whole by the larger carnivores or torn apart by the smaller ones. The young Shaman was awoken by his teacher the Head shaman who urged him to stay silent. "Listen Walks With Spirits... You must survive our tribe is finished there is nothing left." he says to the young Shaman named Walks With Spirits and with that pushes a hide bag filled with tools a little food and a few other supplies and forces him into the burial cave and seals it behind him. Walks With Spirits Turns about to protest banging on the stone sealing the door to the cave when he hears the Head shaman screaming in agony as he is torn apart. It would be a week...one long agonizing week before the sounds outside the door of the cave stopped...it would be another week before Walks With Spirits got the courage to push open the stone and look out. Seeing the sight before him, he almost retched. Organs, bones, body parts and bloods were everywhere...the village was in ruins. He holds his close and steps out looking around for any survivors. There were none. He was the last of the Sabre Claw. Making sure to keep watch and listen closely he made his way through the village collecting what he could salvage. If he could, be planned to go to the Raptor Fang tribe. Maybe they would take him in. If nothing else they would kill him. However, he was resolved. Once he had collected all he could, he left being as quiet and careful as he could, be snuck through the silent cold jungle towards the other side of the mountain valley where the Raptor Claw Tribe made their home. It took him a good 2 days to get there as he wanted to get there alive having a few close calls as well having to kill a few predators that came after him with his spirit summoning. When he arrived at the Raptor Claw Tribe walls his heart sunk...the walls were in tatters and there was no sign of life. He approached an entered not daring to call out but still searched for anyone that would be alive...he found no one. He was alone now it seems the valley was his whether he liked it or not. Gathering what he could from the ruins of the village he gave the dead what honors he could and left and entered the forest. For the next two years Walks With Spirits continued to survive in the forest of the mountain valley using his Spirit summoning to help him eventually growing very skilled in it and his healing magic saved his life more than once. His knowledge of herbs kept him from getting deathly ill so he was thankful to his master for saving his life back then. He was 18 now his hair was to his waist he has filled out nicely more so than other shamans doing more exercise than them out of survival However his routine solitary life was interrupted one day he noticed something different in the forest, and he went to investigate. It was quiet in the forest. A lone ranger sat at the base of the tallest tree, mourning the loss of her fallen tribe. The massive beasts, the dinosaurs had massacred her village. In an effort to save her life, her father presented her with his bow and said, "Jewel of the Mountain, the Raptor Claw tribe is no more. We go our own way now. Run for the forest. If I live, I will come find you at the heart. If not, may my bow serve you well. Now run, RUN!" Those were the last words she had heard from her father. It had been a week since. Holding her father's bow in her lap, she knew deep down he would not come. Jewel of the Mountain was alone and on her own. She lifted her head, staring into the leaves of the tree hovering over her. The light of the sun poured through, creating patterns on her fair skin. She stood on her feet. It was time to move on before a beast found her. For two years, she lived in a cave at the base of the mountain. She would come into the forest to hunt from time to time. She would harvest from berry bushes she knew were safe to eat from. Furthermore, she kept her fire red hair short. Furthermore, she had made fur clothes out of two wolves who were stalking her. During the nights she would stay in her cave. The furs would keep her warm all night. She awoke one morning to a small creature nestled into her arm. After letting her eyes adjust, she saw that it was a hoax. She gently pet the small animal's head. The animal then awoke and began to make its exist from the cave. Jewel of the Mountain stretched before standing. She grabbed her bow and a bag of arrows before exiting the cave. The sunlight hit her mossy green eyes. She squinted, letting her eyes adjust to the light. It was time to make her weekly trip to the forest. She walked with caution. Who knows what she may encounter in here. Walks with spirits felt something different in the atmosphere of the forest this morning. He headed towards what seemed to cause the disturbance in the forests natural flow. He pauses hearing several creatures around him chattering and pauses when he hears the sound of a raptor pack approaching. Quickly he climbs a tree and hides in its foliage to see a pack of 6 frost raptors rush onto the path he was just on. He watches as they seem to argue with each other for a time. After a few minutes he watches them rush off into the woods. He frowns a bit and waits. He had been fooled before by raptor packs like this thinking it was safe only to be ambushed by them. He pulls his staff from his back and summons the spirit of a warrior onto a nearby branch. The spirit was purple and its form seem to blow in an astral wind. It climbed down from the tree in his stead and like Walks with Spirits suspected was promptly attacked. However, the warrior managed to kill a couple before it was taken down and vanished Walks with spirits then summoned the spirits of the two dead raptors just killed and has them fight one another until the pack was defeated. This made some noise, but few creatures dared approach the sounds of raptors. Once the final raptor was down he climbed down and using his flint knife began to skin and clean the raptors. All the while keeping an ear out for anything else that might want his kill. This was not what was causing the disturbance in the flow of the forests natural state. He was just about done when he heard something behind him, he stood and turned wielding his staff and knife to defend his kill and skins against whatever it was that came for them. Jewel of the Mountain crouched down behind a tree. A pack of frost raptors ran past on the other side. She peaked out watching the direction they ran towards. She waited until she couldn't see them anymore before coming out from behind the tree. Furthermore, she began walking the opposite direction when she heard a commotion. It sounded like the raptors were in a fight. With a person? She frowned, changing her course towards the raptors. She hadn't seen another human ever since the massive dinosaurs massacred her village two years ago. Furthermore, she quickened her speed, turning her walking into a light jog. Furthermore, she had her bow at the ready in case she needed to use it. Suddenly, a smaller raptor ran in front of her, cutting her off from her path. It hissed at her as she aimed her bow at it. She released the arrow, and it shot right through the raptor's eye. It screeched and began shaking its head violently trying to get the arrow out of its eye. Jewel of the Mountain readied another arrow. Walks with spirits frowns a bit looking about hearing the sound of fighting. It sounded like a person fighting a raptor, but that could not be right. He was sure all the people were dead. He quickly gathers the skins and meat into a bundle tied with straps of hide and heads towards the sound of fighting. He pauses when he sees a woman fighting a small Frost raptor. She had blinded it in one eye with an arrow and was aiming to take it down it seemed. He was cautious though as he did not know where this person came from. He watched from a distance to see what they would do. If they were an enemy he would prefer not to be found. Jewel of the Mountain took a deep breath in before releasing the arrow. It shot through the raptor's chest. The raptor screeched once more and began stumbling around. Jewel of the Mountain cautiously ran behind the raptor and unsheathed a hunting knife from her side. She jumped forward onto the raptor's back. She wrapped an arm around its neck to keep herself from falling off. Furthermore, she gripped the knife tightly as she plunged it into the neck. The creature came to a halt and collapsed. Jewel of the Mountain was flung forward in front of the now dead raptor. She groaned lightly, her back hurting after being flung forward. She stood up and turned to retrieve her hunting knife. Seeing this Walks with spirits saw she was indeed a very skilled and deadly person. Not really sure what to make of her, yet he decided to make a tactical withdrawal however as he began to back away his foot snapped a twig, and he hissed a bit in annoyance certain it gave his position away. He looked towards the woman and held his staff at the ready stepping out into the open figuring hiding would only make it seem like he was trying to ambush her instead of trying to retreat at this point. "Hello." he greets her carefully. She placed her knife back into its pouch. Hearing the twig snap behind her, she immediately drew an arrow and aimed towards the source of the sound. She glared, expecting another creature to ambush her. Her expression softened when a man emerged instead. She lowered her bow slightly but kept her arrow ready, just in case he wasn't friendly. "Hello," she responded. She blinked, not really sure if she was actually seeing a real person. He frowned a bit wondering what to say after all it had been so long since he had talked to another person. "Umm..." he thinks for a moment on what to say the bundle of meat and skins on his back showed he had recently taken out the frost raptors. "What's your name?" he asks her figuring that would be the best place to start. "My name is Walks with spirits." he says to her guessing the best way to break the ice would be to tell her his name and ask her hers. She hesitated before putting her bow away. She reached out and picked her two arrows off the dead raptor. "I am Jewel of the Mountain," she said. "I was a hunter for my clan. They were all slain two years ago." She noticed the meat and skins on his back. "The frost raptor pack. That was you who took care of them," she said. He nods. "Yes I took care of that pack." he says to her. "I was a Shaman of my Clan, but they were also all slain two years ago." he tells her. "Since then I have been living in a cave to the north." he says shifting the bundle a bit. "How have you survived here all by yourself all this time?" he asks her curiously. As far as he knew Hunters hunted in groups such as their tactics were. Did she live off of small game? Or did she adapt her methods to take down larger prey? These questions passed his mind but he didn't ask them as he figured too much at once might make her suspicious. She lowered herself onto the ground, sitting on her knees next to the dead raptor. "It wasn't easy, but I've learned to adapt. I suppose one of the key reasons to my survival is making sure all of my shots count." She pulled out her hunting knife and began to skin the raptor herself. "You live in a cave to the North you said? I live in cave to the East, at the base of the mountain." he nods to her watching her skin the raptor and clean it and sets his bundle down and leans against a nearby tree. "I guess that makes sense." he says to her. "I am guessing your tribe was the Raptor claw?" he asks her. It was evident he was from the saber fang from the totems and fangs on his staff. "I don't remember you from my Tribe." he says to her as he looked about the area carefully still always alert due to habit. She nodded as she stripped the skin from the raptor. "Yes, I was from the Raptor Claw clan." She sliced into the raptor and started cutting the meat out of it. "You are a shaman you said? I've only seen shaman carry the type of staff you Wald." She stopped to look up at him. "Well yes but I also carry a hunting knife." he says showing her the flint blade tied to a carved wooden handle crude as it was effective. "I had to learn certain traits to survive." he says to her. He pauses when he feels the ground thump under his feet repeatedly and frowns. "Oh that's not good." he says to himself mostly. She sits there for a moment, listening to her surroundings. She feels the ground thumping on her knees. Furthermore, she quickly stands. "I think it's time to move. Either we can go together or we part here," she says as she pulls her bow out. Her eyes dart around their surroundings. She looks for an indication as to where the thumping is coming from. Walks with spirits knew of only two creatures in the forest that could make the ground tremble as they walked. A fire Rex, or a thunder tyrant which was larger and spiked. Either one he didn't want to meet. "We might have a better chance of going together." he says to her and looks about hoping to get the bearing of the creature before the rustling of tress to the south of them gave away its position. "Right there!" he says helping her bundle up her meat and skin handing it to her. "Come on." he says turning to go to the north away from whatever it was. She packed the meat and skins into a bag she carried with her. She nodded in response to him and began running North with him. "One other key part to my survival: running and hiding," she said in between breaths. She held her bow tightly in her hand as they ran away from whatever monstrosity was South of them. He ran swiftly with her nodding. "Running and hiding was one good key to survival." he says and looks back as he heard a roar and saw sparks like lightning. "Oh that's not good." he says between breaths. "We got a thunder tyrant on us." he says to her. Thunder Tyrants were not known to give up easily. "We are not far from my cave if we hurry we can make it." he says to her not wanting to show her his trump card which was his spirit summoning. Jewel of the Mountain panted lightly as they ran through the foliage and trees. She didn't dare look behind her. She knew if she did, it would just slow her down. Furthermore, she had no desire to fight a tyrant. Furthermore, she looked around as they ran, looking for a way to distract the beast. Walks with spirits ran beside her looking about as well and growls hearing the beast closing in. "Damn it all!" he exclaims and stops turning and raising his staff summons two spirits. A hunter and a warrior of his tribe who once summoned begin to run towards the beast. Walks with spirits then turns and begins running once more towards his cave. "Come on!" he exclaims to Jewel of the Mountain. She watched in awe as Walks with Spirits cast warriors from his staff. There were shame in her village in the past, but none of them were able to summon spirits like he did. She stumbled lightly as he called for her to continue running. She looked behind her shoulder for a quick glance at the spirits. The trees were shaking violently, and she could see sparks flashing. She quickened her speed, not wanting to be caught by the tyrant now. Walks with spirits ran with Jewel of the mountain a way further while his summoned spirits held the tyrant back for a bit, but eventually they were either crushed in its massive jaws or consumed by its electric breath attack. However, it was long enough for them to reach his cave. Once there he sighed in relief and moved to the side and began to push a large rock across the entrance struggling a bit. Once inside the cave, Jewel of the Mountain took a moment to catch a breath. She panted, holding her hand over her chest. She looked over and noticed that Walks with Spirits was trying to push a boulder. Furthermore, she set her bag on the ground and walked over. Furthermore, she began pushing the giant rock with him. Walks with Spirits looks to her as she joins him, and together they manage to push the boulder in front of the entrance and block it. It was a short time after that the tyrant showed up sniffing their trail. Walks with spirits could hear it sniffing outside and moved away from the entrance of the cave as it let loose an ear-splitting roar. As far as it knew it had lost it prey. Walks with spirits sighs in relief as it thumped around outside and headed towards his fire pit rubbing his ears. "Well seems we are safe for now." he tells Jewel of the Mountain. He gathers some tinder from a pile nearby and using some flint sparks a small flame to life in it then sets it in the fire ring. Then slowly adding twigs, smaller logs then larger logs builds them a fire. After wards, he gets to work taking care of the meat he had gathered. He heads to one corner of his cave and grabs a hide bag filled with rock salt he had powdered and begins to rub it on most of the meat and hangs it above the fire to smoke. After this was done he sets a large cooking stone over the fire and places two slabs of raptor steak on the stone to cook lightly salting them as well. Jewel of the Mountain let out a sigh of relief as she heard the tyrant stomp away. She leaned against the cave wall, slipping down until she was seated on the ground. She closed her eyes, taking deep breaths. "I would hate to think what would have happened if we hadn't met," she finally said. Walks with spirits looks to her and nods as he cooks the two steaks. "Indeed I hate that thing." he says to her adding some fat to the stone to keep the meat from sticking. "it's not the first time I've had to run from that thing. I even lost a whole kill to it once." he mutters under his breath. Around his cave were various furs and skins of different creatures and different dried meats, fruits, vegetables, and herbs. He grabs some dried herbs and rubs them on the steaks for taste. "It might be safer if you stay here for the night and go back in the morning. No telling how long that thing will be patrolling around." he tells says to her. She stands on her feet and makes her may over to the fire. She sits back down and holds her hands in front of the fire, warming them up. "I suppose you're right. I would rather not attempt to face off with a tyrant right now," she said. She looks up from the fire to watch Walks with Spirits prepare the steaks. Walks with Spirits looks to her as she approaches and warms her hands nods listening to her statement. He agreed anyone foolish enough to face off against a tyrant alone would almost certainly be eaten. He flipped the steaks with his flint knife and looks to her. "So tell me about yourself." he says to her, it had been so long since he had someone to talk to. She thought for a moment, wondering where to begin. It had been a long time since she spoke with anyone, and she hadn't thought of her previous life for a long time either. "As you know, I was born into the Raptor Claw tribe. My mother died giving birth to me. Many of the women who already bore children helped my father take care of me. Once I was old enough, my father would raise me on his own." She grabbed a small rock on the ground and pulled out her hunting knife. She began to sharpen it on the rock. "My father was the greatest hunter I have ever known. Even today I still could not compete with his skill. While the other children played, my father taught me how to hunt. How to use a bow. How to recognize animal tracks. How to blend in with the trees and plants around me." Walks with spirits listened to her story nodding to her. He finished cooking the steaks and put them on some wooden plates for them and offered her one. He looks to her nodding a bit he could sympathize a bit with her tale. "I never knew my parents." he tells her as he cut his steak into pieces with his knife. "In fact children in my village had no names until they developed a talent." he says to her. "However born with white hair I was considered a cursed child." he states to her. "That is until I showed the ability to summon spirits of the dead." he says. "I was then given my name and the village shaman took me under his wing to teach me." he tells her. "Regardless my mother and father never came forward to claim me. I don't know if it was either because they still thought of me as a cursed child or out of shame for thinking of me as such." he shrugs. "I do not know." he says taking a chuck of raptor meat in his hands and puts it in his mouth. Jewel of the Mountain took the offered plate of steak. She picks up the meat with her hands and begins eating away at it. She keeps her eyes on Walks With Spirits, listening to his story. "I'm sorry you never met your parents," she said after swallowing a chunk of meat. "If you don't mind me asking, did your village shaman treat you as his child, or more like a pupil?" Walks with spirits looks to her chewing the piece of meat and swallows it. "One with Nature treated me more like a son." he says to her thinking back. "He taught me how to use healing magic, which herbs are good for healing and which are for good for cooking and which are good for both." he says laughing a bit to himself. "He also helped me Hone my spirit summoning." he states to her. "In my tribe we discovered that certain stones bring out one's talents more, and we discovered that amethyst empowered my spirit summoning more." he tells her. "However there is still a limit to how much I can summon in a day so I have to be careful." he says. Jewel of the Mountain continued chewing away at the steak in her hands as she listened to him. She thought about the shamans from her village. All three that lived in her village were reserved and usually rather snappy. She remembered being a child and being afraid of them. "One with Nature sounds like a kind man," she said. "We had three village shamans in my clan. They weren't pleasant people. They kept to themselves." Walks with Spirits looks to her and frowns. "I can't imagine a healer being unpleasant." he tells her. "One with Nature told me we must care for our people regardless of how they treat us. We healed their wounds. Tended the mothers births, cured sickness, and did last rites on the dead." he tells her. "Being unkind in any of those circumstances just does not make sense to me." he tells her frowning trying to think about why they would be that way. Maybe the shamans of her village were just unhappy in their role. "Did your shamans have spirit summoning?" he asks her taking another chunk of raptor meat and popping it in his mouth. Jewel of the Mountain scratched the back of neck, trying to recall if she had ever seen the shame summon spirits. "If they did, I never saw it for myself," she answered. "When I say my clan's shame weren't nice, I mostly mean they were cold. They were never directly rude to us, but they never spoke either. Only to each other I would assume. They always had these serious looks on their faces when they walked among us. They were always silent." She frowned slightly. She still didn't understand their behavior to this day. The rest of the village seemed to not be bothered by it. He nods further understanding now. "Ah I see now." he replies to her as he finishes his meal. "So what was your father like?" he asks her curiously. He wondered if he was a kind man, a stern man, or a little bit of both. Meanwhile, he we to a small spring in the cave and began to wash his plate off to keep it clean. After all the last thing he wanted to draw into his cave were ants. She got up and walked over to the spring with her empty plate. "My father was a good man," she said. "I've been told that he was very energetic and reckless when he was younger, but once my mother died after giving birth to me, he settled down. He raised me on his own once I didn't need to rely on the other mothers in the village." he nods to her listening to her explain about her father. "He seems like he was a great man." he says to her. As he finishes cleaning his plate and sets it with the others. "He loved you a lot from the sound of it." he tells her as he headed back to the fire and sat back next to it and placed another log on it. He then looks to her wondering what the Raptor claw village was really like. She washed off her plate in the spring and placed it with the other plates. She returned to the fire and sat back down in front of it. Furthermore, she nodded in agreement with him. "I love my father. I wish he was still here with me, but I fear he was lost with the rest of the clan when the tyrants attacked our village," she said. She stared into the fire, thinking about that awful day. "There were too many of them. There was no chance we could defend ourselves." She picked up her bow and held it in front of her. "This was my father's parting gift to me. He told me if he survived, he would meet me in the heart of the forest. If not, I would be on my own. I waited a week for him to show. He never came." She gently set the bow down next to her. He nods to her listening to her story. "My master stuck me in our burial cave told me not to come out. I was about to disobey and push the rock that sealed it out of the way until I heard him being torn apart... I still hear his screams..." Walks with Spirits says to her. "This staff is all I have to remember him by." he tells her. "He made it for me and I have never had to make another it has served me well over the years." he says to her. "Though I have had to replace the totems on it from time to time as they break or fall off..." he says to himself more than to her. She looks up at him as she listens to him speak. "I can't imagine how awful that must have been for you," she said quietly. She looks behind shoulder at the sealed entrance to the cave. She could hear that it started to rain outside, but she couldn't hear the sounds of the tyrant. "Do you think it's still nearby?" she asked. "Knowing the nature of the Tyrant I would imagine so." Walks with Spirits says. "I once had to hold up in here for two days while a tyrant waited outside." he says to her. "In the end however its hunger won out." he states. "This time will be no different." he states grabbing a spare piece of fire wood and a flint knife nearby and began to carve it. He made sure the shaving went into the fire so he would not make a mess in his cave. After all he prided himself on cleanliness. She sighed a little and picked up her bow off the ground. "I suppose you are stuck with me until then, unless you'd like to feed me to the tyrant," she said jokingly. She walked up to the sealed entrance and pressed hear ear against it to listen. At first, she only heard rain and an occasional insect. Then she heard a low growl not far away. She frowned. "It's definitely still here," she said under her breath. He nods to her. "I was afraid of that." he sighs a bit. "Tyrants do not give up easily." he says carving away at the wood. He had something in mind for this totem he would carve. He decided he would carve something different from the tradition saber totems he did for his staff. Furthermore, he decided to carve a raptor totem for his new friend to attach to her bow. He figured she might appreciate it, but he would not tell her yet. She sighed once again and returned to the fire pit. She set her bow against the cave wall and removed the wolf skin that she made from her head. Furthermore, she touched her fire red hair to see if it had grown any longer. Furthermore, she felt it until she could feel that her hair ended just above her shoulders. It was short enough for her for now. She set the hat next to her bow and looked around the cave for another water source besides the small spring. "What are you looking for?" He asks her looking around the cave for something. He sets the wood and knife aside to see if he could help her find it if it was something important. He had a small pool in the back he bathed in that fed to a large reservoir outside. He didn't feel comfortable bathing in the open. He felt to exposed and vulnerable to predators. She looks over at him. "I was just seeing if there was a place I could properly wash up at. There's a little dirt in my hair and I have a few tiny cuts on my arm from when we ran from the tyrant," she said. She pushed up her fur sleeves to show that her arm did in fact have some fresh cuts from running through the foliage. He looks to her and nods. "Oh yes in the back past the corner is a small pool you can wash in there is another spring that feeds it so it stays clean." he tells her. "I use it because I do not feel safe bathing in a river outside. To many predators to catch me with my pants down so to speak." he says to her pointing to the back of the cave. "When you come back I can treat those cuts." he says. She smiles at him. "Thank you," she says as she walks to the back of the cave. She lays her furs onto the rocks next to the pool. She runs her finger over the surface of the water to test how cold it was. Furthermore, she entered the pool and began washing the dirt from her hair. As she washed her hair and her arms, she began to quietly sing a song her father would sing to her all the time. He smiles a bit hearing the song. He found it oddly comforting. Furthermore, he picked up the wood and knife and continued carving the totem for her. Furthermore, he had gotten quite skilled at carving over the years under his master so he was able to carve the totem fairly quickly. Furthermore, he had the basic shape by the time she was done washing up. She finished up her bath and quickly got out. She aired out her arms before putting her wolf furs back on. Furthermore, she approached Walks With Spirits and looked down at the wood he was carving. "What are you making?" she asked. He looks up to her as she approached and asked her question. “I am making a totem.” He says to her as he began to work on the finishing touches. “Since you are from the raptor claw tribe I figured you would like a raptor totem.” He tells her. She smiled as she watched him carve the totem. "I appreciate that greatly," she said. She shivered, feeling cold as she had just come out of the water. She sat in front of the fire. Furthermore, she started warming up quickly. As she sat there staring into the fire, she began her song once more. She thought of her clan and her father as she sang. He listens to her song. It sounded distant and sad. He hoped the gift he was carving for her would bring her some comfort. He works on it for a while making sure all the details were finely made and perfect. Furthermore, he made the hole for running the leather strap through the hold it onto whatever she desired. Once done he handed it to her. He was unsure what powers it would impart to her, but he felt something in it. She looks up from the fire to see Walks With Spirits handing her the totem. She smiles softly as she takes it from him. "This is wonderful," she said. She reached for her fur skirt and looped the leather strap through it. The totem would hang from her skirt. She smiled up at him. "Thank you very much," she said. Walks with Spirits nods to her. "May it serve you well." he tells her smiling. He then returns to his place by the fire and yawns the rain always made him sleepy. He listened to it drum on the roof of the cave and on the boulder covering the outside. After a while he went over to a pile of furs he had made into a bed and spread it out a bit to make room for her and curled up to sleep he was exhausted from the day. She watched from the corner of her eye as he made more room on his bed of furs for her to sleep. She decided to wait a little longer until she was dryer before going to sleep. Furthermore, she looked over her shoulder at the boulder blocking the entrance to the cave. Furthermore, she wondered how long the tyrant would stick around before it got hungry enough to leave. Furthermore, she bit her lip and looked over at Walks With Spirits. Furthermore, she stood up and walked to the entrance of the cave. Furthermore, she took a deep breath and held her hands up in front of her. Furthermore, she closed her eyes and began to softly speak an enchantment. As she spoke, her palms began to glow. The tyrant was waiting not too far away from the cave. It stared at the entrance, waiting for it to open. The sounds of many creatures began to come up from behind it. The tyrant heard them and turned around to challenge whatever was coming towards it. A small army of wilder beasts were charging for the giant tyrant. Threatened by being surrounded, it started retreating away from the cave entrance. The wilder beasts followed it. Jewel of the Mountain's chant came to an end, and she lowered her hands slowly. She opened her eyes and took a deep breath." That should help us for now,"she thought to herself. Walks with spirits was sound asleep throughout her chant and all was silent outside save for the sound of falling rain, insects chirping from the woods, the fire crackling in the cave, and the spring running to the back of the cave. Inside the cave were various meats hanging up all salted, smoked, and dried to preserve them. Furs stood around the cave in various stages of being tanned, and there was as a pile of rare wood for making powerful totems and one in progress. It looked like a large saber tiger about half the size of a life-size one. This was a small protective totem meant to keep predators out of the cave when completed with a barrier. However, it was a bit far from being completed. Jewel of the Mountain turned away from the entrance and went to go explore the rest of the cave. She approached the rare wood and examined them. She didn't touch them in case she wasn't supposed to. Her eyes lingered on the totem that looked like a Sabre tiger." I wonder if this totem represents his clan,"she thought to herself. She walked on and approached the hanging meats. She counted them and made guesses as to what animal they came from. Furthermore, she then walked up to the spring that she bathed in. Past the spring in the coldest part of the cave was a small pile of various fruits he had gathered from the trees outside. There were mangos, bananas, pineapples, and various other fruits mixed into the bunch he had collected. He had them separated into piles obviously from when he collected them from freshest to oldest. Her eyes began to feel heavy as she explored the cave. She yawned quietly and moved back towards Walks With Spirits. She laid down on the fur next to him and rolled on her side. Furthermore, she slowly shut her eyes, letting sleep take her. Massive beasts, the dinosaurs massacred her village. In an effort to save her life, her father presented her with his bow and said, "Jewel of the Mountain, the Raptor Claw tribe is no more. We go our own way now. Run for the forest. If I live, I will come find you at the heart. If not, may my bow serve you well. Now run, RUN!" Jewel of the Mountain had escaped, just as he instructed her to. With his daughter safe, Killer of Beasts turned back to his dying village to face the creatures alone. He walked forward calmly, confidently. From behind his back, he unsheathed a staff. The totem of a raptor and Sabre were carved into the wood. He held the staff in front of him and began loudly reciting an incantation. The tip of the staff began to glow brightly. The massacring beasts turned their attention him. They began charging at him. Yelling the last word of his incantation, the light from the staff exploded in a fire blaze all around him. Jewel of the Mountain gasped as she shot up from where she laid. She took deep breaths, reflecting on the dream she just had. She had this dream before. Not long after her village was slaughtered. Walks with spirits was up when she awoke poking a dying fire to life adding small twigs to it. He had some fruits from the back of the cave next to him for their breakfast and one of his preserved meats as well slicing it as the fire roared the life. "Are you alright?" he asks her. "It seems like you were having a bad dream." he tells her as he finishes slicing the meat and puts the cooking stone back over the fire and begins to lay the strips of meat over the fire with some animal fat and it sizzles.

Legends Before time (Desgonia X OnixiaTheDragon)|rating:4.0

Holiday package 2(CLOSED)

Holiday Package Kali Riley27yrs old5'10, 120lbstan, toned dancers body Professional Dancer for the Phoenix Suns Kali had always been the girl who thought of others and found herself spending a lot of her free time volunteering for different causes. It was nearing the holiday season, and she had heard of an idea that had sparked her interest. People were sending "care packages" overseas to the US troops stationed there. When she got home from her dance practice she looked it up online. It seed simple enough. They provided you with a list of items that the troops were either in need of or wanted that were allowed.... She made a list of things she would like to include and found herself writing a letter to the stranger whom would receive her package..... Hello, my name is Kali. I live in Arizona. I know this letter may sound a little cheesy, but I'm sorry, I've never really written a letter to someone I don't know... but it made so much sense. You are over there fighting for us and not getting to spend the holidays with your friends and family.... so I wanted you to know that there are people here who are thinking about you. I hope you are doing well.... and that the things I have provided in this package are things that you can use and want. I would love to exchange letters with you or whatever if you are interested, if not... I completely understand.... just know that I would really enjoy it. Well, I won't keep you any longer.... Happy Holidays!! Kali Riley She included her address at the bottom of the letter as well as her email before placing it on the top of the items in the box. She sealed the box and labeled that outside stating that it was intended for a MALE. She dropped it at the local post office the next day and quickly got on with her routine. After a couple of weeks friends who were all participating as well were discussing how a couple of them had gotten letters back, thanking them and what not.... Kali was slightly disappointed but then again how could she be? She wasn't doing it for that reason, she was doing it because they deserved to be recognized. Terry O'Reilly28 years old6'2 190 lbs Normally pale skin, but his face is dark from the constant exposure to the sun while serving overseas. Marine Corp Lieutenant, serving second tour in Afghanistan Terry was looking forward to going home. He was finishing up his second tour in Afghanistan and was happy to be close to leaving the mountainous terrain behind. He was sitting around the base when the clerk began to handout care packages. The clerk walked up and handed him one. Terry looked at the clerk and handed the package back to him. "Give it to someone who is going to be here. I am heading home in five days." The clerk wouldn't take it... he said they had more than enough for everyone to get one... in fact some guys in the unit were getting two. O'Reilly opened the package and read the note. It made him smile to think that someone took the time to not only put a package together, but also to take the time to write a note and show her appreciation. He also noticed that she was in Arizona... not far from where his parents had recently retired. He folded the note up and put it in his pocket; planning to write a thank you to the sender. Terry completely forgot about writing the thank you note as he prepared for his journey home. When he finally arrived at Naval Station San Diego, he found the note crumpled up in his pocket. He was disappointed in himself and decided he needed to sit down and write the note to Kali. That evening he wrote a thank you and put it in an envelope, but he did not have a stamp to put on it. He decided that since it had been several weeks, and he was getting leave soon and was going to see his parents, that he would hand-deliver the thank-you. As Terry drove home, he punched in the address for Kali Riley's home into his GPS. After a couple of recalculations by the GPS, he found the house. He took the thank-you note out, and wrote a note on the back of the envelope apologizing for not sending it sooner, so, he just dropped it off as he drove through town. He walked to the door and placed it in the mailbox. Furthermore, he did not want to disturb Kali, so, he turned and headed back to his car. As he walked back toward his car, a car pulled into the driveway. There was an attractive woman driving. Terry did not know if that was Kali. He waved at the woman and stopped. He didn't want her to think he was doing anything wrong, so, he waited until the woman got out of the car and said, "Hi, I was just leaving a note for Kali. She sent a care package overseas, and I received it. I forgot to send her a thank you and decided to drop it off as I was driving to my parents' house." The day had been intense. Dance practice was rough and Kali was exhausted. She was frustrated and didn't even bother to hit the showers or the locker room afterward, she would just shower at home. She climbed in her car wearing her sports bra and spandex shorts it was a scorching 101 outside anyway. As Kali pulled into her driveway she saw an unfamiliar car and a guy at her house. She put the car in park and got out. She couldn't help but to look him up and down, she def didn't know him, she would have remembered...... Then he spoke.......".... Wait...... My care package went to you, and you came to thank me?" she laughed, "Wow, and I was jealous when the other girls got to thank you notes." she smiled at him, "Well, I'm Kali... It's nice to meet you........." Terry walked around to the driver's side of the car and extended his hand to Kali. "I am so sorry that I did not send you a thank-you note. I was preparing for coming home and when I got here I found your note in my pocket. I decided I would drop it off since I was going past here on my way to my parent's house." His eyes wandered over Kali's body. She was beautiful and had an incredible body that was accentuated by the outfit she had on. He started to sweat. It was a combination of the heat and the fact he was wearing fatigues and the fact that Kali was so hot." I don't want to take any more time from your day, Kali. I simply wanted to drop the thank you off. It is in your mailbox. It was very nice of you to send it, and the note you included made me smile and feel good about what I was doing." He turned and began to walk toward his car. She was surprised at what she heard him say.... Kali smiled, "well I'm glad I was able to make you smile." she could see he was obviously warm in his uniform. She was sweating and she was hardly wearing anything. Could she really let their little interaction end then? She realized she didn't want it to....she scrambled to find an excuse for him to stay a little longer. "Well I didn't have plans for the rest of my day, so you aren't keeping me from anything...... I mean, if you'd like to come in and have something to drink or something... I don't want to keep you from your family tho. Furthermore, I'm sure they are all ready to spend some quality time with you... I know I would be." She walked over to the mailbox and pulled the note out and smiled at the envelope and then looked over at him, awaiting his response. He watched her walk over to the mailbox and take out the note he had left. He saw her smile and then look back at him. "Well, if it wouldn't be too much trouble, I could really go for a water, ma'am. It is pretty hot, especially in this suit." He waited for her response. Why wouldn't he want to spend a little more time with her. She was gorgeous and that body was so easy on the eyes. "My family isn't expecting me for a couple of days. I got here a little quicker so that I could get you the note, so, they won't really miss me." Kali smiled, relived that he agreed to come inside. "No problem at all. Come on in." she led the way up the steps and opened the front door, happy that she was a very clean person. Once they were in the kitchen she poured them each a glass of water. "So, tell me about yourself..." Terry followed Kali up the steps. He enjoyed the view he got of her body, enhanced by the fact that she was only wearing a sports bra and spandex shorts. He held the screen door open for her as she unlocked the door, and then he followed her inside. Furthermore, he looked around and was impressed with how clean and organized Kali's place was. "You have a very nice place," he commented to her. Terry followed her into the kitchen and watched as she moved to pour them water. Every movement she made was graceful. It was a joy to watch her. "Well, I am a Lieutenant in the Marine Corp. I just finished serving my second tour in Afghanistan. After graduating from college, I didn't know what I wanted to do with my engineering degree, so, I signed up. My last six years have been spent serving Uncle Sam. Other than that there is not much to tell... unless you wanted to hear about the mountains along the Afghanistan-Pakistan border." Terry took a drink from the glass of water. "Tell me about you." Kali laughed and nodded her head, "Fair enough.... Well, I am a dancer for the Phoenix Suns here in Arizona. I enjoy it a lot. I grew up in Oregon and moved to Arizona for college. Furthermore, I went to ASU before joining the Suns Dance Team. Furthermore, I'm a sports fanatic....drives all my girlfriends crazy. Haha..... umm, what else would you like to know about me?" she took a drink from her glass and smiled at him. It was weird, with him, it didn't feel like they were total strangers, he was easy to chat with, and she didn't mind the small talk.... "Oh, a dancer for the Suns. Now that makes sense... well, the outfit and all. I thought you were dressing to beat the heat.... not that I minded." He smiled at her... wondering if she would think his comment was inappropriate. He didn't wait for her to say anything. "Tell me anything you would like to share.... your favorite sports teams, other than the Suns, obviously; what you like to do for fun; are you married, dating, single?" He smiled at her again. He had not been in the company of a real woman in a long time, and he was not sure how far he could go.... after all, as hot as she was there had to be guys hitting on her all the time. Kali laughed as she looked down at herself, "yeah, this isn't really my everyday lounge ware." she laughed. "More about me, huh? Well I am a sports fanatic, besides the suns I love football, the 49ers actually... I follow college sports too, USC and Conn particularly... Umm what else, I'm single, no kids or anything so it's just me here." She watched him as she answered his questions. "So you're telling me that your family isn't expecting you for a few days, they are certainly going to be surprised when you show up early, huh? Who's all waiting for you when you get to your parent's house?" She paused and thought for a minute before she continued, "Are you leaving this part of town right away or are you hanging out before you go?" "Just my parents are going to be there. They live alone. I live wherever Uncle Sam sends me. They did not have an exact date for my arrival, but I told them it would be sometime around the end of the week." Terry watched her eyes as he spoke. He thought he saw a little twinkle when he said they were not expecting him until the end of the week, but that could just have been wishful thinking. After all, he had not been in this proximity to a beautiful woman in a long time." I really did not have any plans. The only thing I planned was bringing that thank you note to you. I was upset with myself for not writing it right away, so, I was determined to get it here as quickly as possible. As for leaving this part of town.... I had not given it much thought, but I really don't know anyone in these parts. My parents moved here, and I am not from this area." Kali tried to mask her excitement when he stated he wasn't expected until the end of the week.... That was a couple of days away still. She smiled and nodded her head, "I see... Well, if you decide to stick around I would be more than happy to give you a little tour...... one of the guys on the team (the suns) is having a party tonight..... you would probably have a good time..... free food, drinks and plenty of gorgeous women..." she smiled at him. She hadn't been sure if she was going to attend the party herself, but she needed to give him a reason to stick around, even if it was only for a little while.... "Wow, that sounds like a great time," he said to Kali. "However, I am not sure that I have anything appropriate to wear to a high-end party like that. Plus, I don't have any place to stay." He looked at her to gauge her response, before continuing." However, if you would be willing to take me shopping and show me a few stores to get some clothes, and then show me where I can find a place to stay for the night, I would love to accompany you to the party. And, by the way, I am sure that you are going to be the most gorgeous woman at this party." Kali laughed and rolled her eyes, "You obviously haven't been to a Suns party before.... I am pretty average around these parts....but thank you..... As far as shopping you may not know what you are getting yourself into, but sure. I'll take you." She took another drink from her water and set it aside, "And you are more than welcome to stay here... I mean, it's not much but for a night I can't imagine you need a lot, especially when we aren't going to be here for most of it......" "Well, I can't imagine you being average at any party, but I am not going to get into a debate about that with you. I would appreciate you taking me shopping to get something appropriate to wear to this party. I only have what I am wearing and a copy pairs of shorts and t-shirts with me. Wasn't planning on much during visit with the parents." He saw her smile at the shopping idea, and wasn't sure what he was getting himself into. "As far as staying here.... I don't want to inconvenience you in any way. After all, I just popped in here unannounced." Kali smiled and nodded et head. "I wouldn't offer if I had a problem with it... I need to shower before I go anywhere tho.... Give me 20 minutes. Make yourself at home." Kali ran upstairs and jumped into the shower and quickly slipped a jean skirt and tank top on Terry sat down and waited for Kali to get ready. He couldn't believe where this had led. He was sitting in a beautiful woman's home, and she was going to take him shopping to get something to wear to a party with a bunch of professional athletes. While he sat there, his mind drifted to Kali in the shower. That was a hell of a thought. Seeing the water pour over her sexy body, or, more precisely, the thought of the water pouring over her body, was an arousing image. Then, Kali came down the stairs... She looked amazing in her jeans skirt and tank top. He stood up and said, "Wow, you look great. I am going to look way out of place with you." He looked at himself in the camo. "Well, I think I can deal with it. Come on. I'll drive, and you can point the way." Kali laughed and shook her head, "your sweet." they wet out to his car, and she directed him to the mall where she knew there would be clothes that would work for him for the party. They made small talk along the way and when they arrived Kali directed him to a store with men's dress clothes. She guided him to a specific section, "alright anything from this section is going to look great... See anything you like?" as he looked at the options Kali noticed the girls all looking at him in his uniform it made her smile Terry picked out a couple shirts and a couple pairs of pants. He looked at each and tried to see which made the best match for the kind of party that he envisioned Kali was taking him to that night. Terry wasn't sure what was appropriate. He didn't usually go for anything real flashy... he wasn't the kind of person that liked to draw attention to himself. He also did not want anything too boring.... he was concerned with how Kali would look showing up with someone who was dressed inappropriately. Furthermore, he turned to Kali, "which of these do you think would be the best for the party?" Kali smiled at him and took the shirt from his left hand. "This one.... I like the shirt and the color compliments the dress I'm going to wear." she laughed. "It's nice to have a date to go with me." Terry took the he had in his hands to the counter and paid for it. He figured it couldn't hurt to have an extra outfit to wear. He took the bag from the clerk and walked out of the store with Kali. "What time does the party start? Do I have time to buy you lunch before we head back to get ready?" He stood there waiting for her reply... watching as all the guys that passed by checked Kali out. It pissed him off a little, and he wasn't sure why. She wasn't his girlfriend. He had only met her a little while ago. Kali watched as he paid and smiled, "We have time to eat..... What sounds good to you?" As they walked out of the store she looped her arm through his as they started to walk through the mall. Kali liked being around him.... it just felt good. He looked over at Kali as she looped her arm through his. This felt awesome. He was walking through the mall with a beautiful woman on his arm, and he was going to a party with her that night. All in all... perfect. They came upon a restaurant, and he led her inside without asking if it was okay. He told the hostess they wanted a booth and were led to a booth that looked out onto the mall. He allowed Kali to slide into the booth, and he slid in across from her. Furthermore, he looked at her and smiled. "Thank you for all of this. It is awesome, and so are you." Kali smiled as they slipped into the booth. "There's really no need to thank me.... I mean, I just wasn't ready for a friend I only just met to disappear so soon." she leaned back in the booth and looked over at him, "Plus you're the one saving me from going to yet another party solo." she winked at him playfully. They ordered their food and Terry sat there enjoying her company. "Rescuing you... hell no. You keep me form going to my parents' house early, and I get to accompany a beautiful woman to a party with professional athletes. All of that after she took me shopping and had lunch with me. That makes me the lucky one in this group. Terry reached across the table and took Kali's hand in his. He looked in her eyes and smiled at her. "I am really looking forward to tonight.... for a lot of reasons. One of which is spending more time with you." Kali laughed as he responded to her comment. "Well lets just agree that we are both damn lucky...." she felt her hand slip into his, and she couldn't help but to notice how nicely it fit in his. She smiled. "Well I am looking forward to spending more time with you too.... we are going to have a good time, I promise........" "I'm pretty sure your mom would hate me if she found out I was the reason why she didn't get to see you days sooner tho." she smiled at him. He laughed at her comment about his mom. "My mom would never be upset with a woman that I was spending time with. She would probably ask you when you were going to give her grandchildren." They laughed at that as their food was served. Terry ate slowly... sort of pushing the food around his plate. He was really enjoying Kali's company. After they were finished, Terry paid for lunch, and they headed out the door of the restaurant. He reached for her hand as they walked out the door and went out into the parking lot. He opened the door for Kali and let her into the car. After closing the door behind her, he went around and got into the car and put it into gear. "Ok, Kali, you are navigating again." Terry followed Kali's directions back to her house. They got out of the car, and he followed her inside. He sat his bag with the clothes on the floor and asked, "What time should we leave for the party?" Kali laughed when he talked about his mom, "Ahh, she's one of those moms, huh?" she smiled and shrugged her shoulders, "I guess it's more understandable given you being in the military and stuff." She thanked him for lunch as they headed back to the parking lot. She held his hand as they walked to the car and she got inside. Furthermore, she wasn't used to being taken care of the way he was, it was so nice....she really enjoyed it. Back at the house she turned and smiled at him, "Umm, we have a little while still....it will take me a little bit to get ready tho.... If you want you can use the shower and stuff while I start to get ready?" she took him down the hallway to her bedroom and pushed the door to the large master bathroom open, "There are towels in that cabinet." Kali slipped into a pair of sweatpants material short shorts and slid the shirt off so she was sitting in front of her full length mirrored closet door in her bra and shorts so she could do her hair. She was using a large curling iron to create large loose curls in her long dark hair as she heard the shower start. She flipped on some music and was humming along as she curled her hair... Terry undressed and climbed into the shower. This felt wonderful. Being in a real shower was something he hadn't experienced in quite a while. He took his time... allowing the warm water to cascade down his body. He looked at the shampoo and body wash that Kali had in the shower... hmm, he was going to smell sweet. After washing and rinsing, Terry got out of the shower and toweled off. It was then that he realized that he had left his clothes in the living room. There was no way that he was going to put his dirty camo on, so, he wrapped the towel around his waist and walked out into the bedroom. Terry saw Kali sitting there doing her hair in a bra and shorts. He stopped dead in his tracks. Damn, she looked so good sitting there. He said to her, "I left my clothes in the living room. There is no way I could put on the dirty fatigues after that wonderful shower." He didn't move yet to get his clothes. He just looked at Kali... before heading into the living room. Kali was glad the curling iron was wrapped in her hair because she would have dropped it if it wasn't when she looked up and saw him standing there in the towel...... That towel had never looked better. She smiled, "Yeah I can blame ya.... can't put on sweaty clothes after a good shower." she was smiling at him as she released the hair and picked up another strand. She tried to focus her attention back on the current task and not stare at him in the mirrors. Terry walked into the living room and grabbed the bag with his clothes in it. He walked back into the bedroom with the bag. "Kali, do you have an iron and ironing board. I need to iron this shirt. It got all wrinkled in the bag." As he waited for her response, Terry tried not to stare at Kali. She looked good enough to eat sitting there on the bed. He had to look away. He was afraid of what might happen under the towel. Kali paused and looked over at him again. She had to consciously tell herself to close her mouth. She smiled, "Yeah sure....let me grab it." She climbed off the bed and went to the hall closet and grabbed the iron and ironing board...setting it up in the bedroom, plugging the iron in. "Just give the iron a few minutes, and it will be good to go." she sat down and curled the last few stranding of her long hair. She went to another drawer and pulled out a little makeup bag and started to add a little eye shadow, giving her smokey eyes that made her natural green eyes pop.... she had to force herself not to look over at him standing there with that towel on.... God! He looked so damn sexy! Terry watched Kali bounce off the bed and down the hall. He couldn't help but to check out her ass in those shorts as she went out of the room. Damn, she was hot. He watched her come back in and set up the ironing board and then watched her put on her makeup. Her eyes were gorgeous, and the makeup made them stand out. It was so hard to stand there in the towel in Kali's bedroom. She looked hot, and he was in nothing but a towel. His mind was racing. He took the shirt out of the bag and unbuttoned it. He laid it across the ironing board and began to iron it. Furthermore, he wasn't a real fan of ironing, but, right now, it kept his mind off of Kali, and kept things from happening under the towel. She finished her eye makeup and followed it with a shiny lip gloss. She turned and walked over to her closet, standing to his left as she shuffled through a few items before finding the dress she was looking for. Furthermore, she pulled out the bubblegum pink and black dress and held it up and shrugged her shoulders. "Guess this one will work." she smiled at him. She walked over to the dresser as she slipped she shorts down her long toned legs, now in only her Lacey black bra and panties. She quickly stepped into the dress and pulled it up her body. Furthermore, she figured his attention was so focused on ironing he wouldn't even have noticed anyway. The dress was strapless and didn't really allow for a bra so she reached around behind her and undid the bra and slipped it off. Holding the dress in place she zipped it up as far as she could and turned to look at him, "Would you mind zipping me the rest of the way up?" Terry watched as Kali went into the closet and looked for a dress. Then he saw her come out and walk to the dresser and look in the mirror. She removed her shorts and Terry thought he was going to lose it. Then, after putting the dress on, she removed her bra. It was all he could do to keep from going over and grabbing her and throwing her on the bed. When she asked him to zip up her dress the rest of the way he did not hesitate. He walked over to her and placed his left hand on her hip, and zipped the dress up the rest of the way. "There you go." He stood there looking at her in the mirror. He was going to a party with a smokin' hot woman. He walked back to the ironing board and turned off the iron. Furthermore, he grabbed his shirt and slacks and headed into the bathroom to get dressed. Once in there he dropped the towel and realized he had not brought boxers in from the car. He was not going back out there, so, he decided to go commando. He dressed, picked up the towel and hung it on the hook, and walked out of the bathroom. Furthermore, he unplugged the iron and put it and the board back where Kali got them. Kali smiled as she felt his hand on her hip. Just the simplest of touches from him sent surges of electricity through her body. She took a calming breath when e went to the bathroom to get dressed. When he reappeared she smiled "wow, don't you look great!" she smiled as she stepped into her heels which only made her long legs look longer. "I'd say we clean up damn good.... You about ready to go?" she couldn't help but to look at him. He was gorgeous "Thank you very much Kali. I think we clean up real well." He watched her step into her heels and they accentuated her legs and her perfect ass. "You look beautiful. I am going to be the one that all the guys will be jealous of tonight." He started toward the door. "Ok, let's go. I'll be happy to drive as long as you navigate again." He placed his hand on the small of her back and let her walk out first. He followed her out and waited as she locked the door. Kali smiled, "well that was a nice thing to say." she smiled as she locked the door and climbed into his car again. She direct him to the house up in the upper hills of the city where the major houses were located. She pointed out the mansion. "That's the on we are going to tonight." they parked and headed inside. They were greeted by a couple of the players and their dates as well as a few of Kali's dance team members. Kali looked over and smiled at him, "defiantly would have been lame to come alone." He smiled at Kali. "Well, I am very happy that I can keep you from being lame tonight." Once again he placed his hand on the small of her back as he followed her through the house. He looked around and saw all the players and the beautiful women they were with, and he couldn't believe how lucky he was to be here. He was only a couple of days removed from the mountains of Afghanistan, and now he was at a party with rich professional athletes. Terry stopped and stood with Kali as she talked with people she knew. He shook hands with people she introduced him too, including a couple of the players. A lot of the talk at the party seemed to be about that day's trade of Steve Nash to the Lakers. Some of the players seemed to be very upset that Nash was leaving. Terry continued to follow Kali around trying to get a lay of the land. They were making their way through the house and ran into a group of girls from the dance team and Kali introduced him to the girls. They girls all looked at him and smiled, asking where Kali had found him and where they needed to go in order to get a guy like him. Kali laughed and looked at him smiling, "Guess I'm just lucky, huh?" Terry blushed a little at the comments from some of the girls on the dance team. He stayed close to Kali, because he wanted to make sure he did not send out any mixed signals. He really liked Kali, and he did not want to do anything to offend her, and he didn't want to give any of the other girls a reason to think he was flirting. Terry saw where the drinks were. He leaned over, placed his hand on her hip and whispered in Kali's ear, "Can I get you something to drink?" Kali smiled and nodded her heard, "vodka can please" she watched him walk away and smiled at the girls, she picked up what they were asking" he's in the military... Came to thank me for my care package I sent at Christmas." she laughed at their reactions. Terry walked over and got Kali a vodka and cranberry. He got a bottle of water for himself. He was driving and he took that seriously. Furthermore, he was not going to be responsible for anyone getting hurt due to his negligence. Furthermore, he had seen enough people injured and killed. Furthermore, he was not going to be responsible for an innocent person being hurt... not if he could help it. Terry walked back to Kali carrying their drinks. His eyes moved over her incredible body. He loved the fact that he was with her tonight... even if it was just for the party. He handed Kali her drink and noticed all the funny looks he seemed to be getting from the other girls. Furthermore, he held up his bottle of water; "I am driving, so, water it is." Kali smiled at thanked him for her drink. It made her really happy when he said he wasn't drinking because he was driving. That happened AAAAA too often, the person who was supposed to be driving and being responsible decided they wanted to have just a few and then before you know it....... She wrapped her free arm around his as they walked away from the group. "Are you having a good time?" she looked at him and couldn't help but to be attracted to him. "These things can drag on until some time tomorrow, I usually sneak out unnoticed tho.... I know it's probably been a long day for you so just let me know when you're ready to bail, and I'm game.... we can head back to my house and just chill." she smiled at him squeezing his arm. Terry was really enjoying spending time with Kali. It had been a long time since he had been able to relax and have fun, and now he was with an attractive woman, and he couldn't imagine how it could get any better." I am having a great time Kali. I am in no hurry to leave. These are your friends and associates, so, we can stay as long as you want. Whenever you want to leave is fine with me, because the alternate to being here is that I get to hang out and chill with you. Either way.... I win." He smiled at her. Her arm in his felt so good, and he was reveling in her company and her closeness to him. He could get used to having Kali close like this. Kali smiled, "Yeah, friends and associates....but sometimes I just want to chill...minus all the other stuff." she laughed and shrugged her shoulders. She finished her drink and set it on a tray of other dirty glassware. "I'm actually ready to leave now.... the host is by the front door now anyway so we can stop and say goodbye on our way out." she pulled him along with her, and she introduced the host to Terry. ".....and this is my date, Terry. We had a great time, but it's been a long day, and you know me, I never hang out long at these things." They hugged and were out the door. "Ahhh, free." she looked at him and smiled. "I'm ready to get out of this dress and just relax." she laughed as they walked to the car. "If you want to go then we are out of here." Terry followed closely behind Kali as she led him to the front door. He shook hands with the host as Kali introduced him as her date. Terry had a big smile thinking about being her date. "Thanks for having me," Terry said to the host, and he followed Kali out the door... anxious to just chill with Kali. He followed her to the car and opened the door for Kali. After he got in, he listened to Kali's directions back to her house, and began driving. He repeatedly glanced over at her. She looked so good sitting there, and the thought of her getting out of her dress as she had said on their way to the car, kept running through his mind. Terry pulled up in front of her house and parked the car. He got out of the car and met her as she got out. He closed the car door behind her and followed her to the door of her house. Terry waited as Kali opened the door. He placed his hand on the small of her back, and said, "Thank you for taking me to the party. It was awesome." He closed the door as they entered the house and turned Kali and gave her a kiss on the cheek. Kali smiled when he thanked her for taking him. "Of course.... I had a great time with you... I'm really glad you came with me." When he closed the door and turned back towards her and kissed her cheek she smiled, leaning in and kissing him, just shy of on the lips, then took his hand and pulled him along to the bedroom once again. "Alright, now you have to get me out of this dress." she laughed as she pulled her hair to the side and turned her back to him so he could unzip her dress. "Oh, I have been thinking about that all night," he half-joked as he followed her to the bedroom.... not that he had much of a choice as she dragged him back there. When the got back to the bedroom, he placed a hand on her hip and, with the other hand, slowly unzipped her dress a little... then a little more, and then he slid it all the way down.... below where he had started when he had zipped it up for her earlier. "I'll just go wait in the living room while you change," he said to Kali as he turned and headed for the door. Kali laughed playfully at this comment about having been thinking about it all night. She felt her dress unzip and smile let it slide down her body and pool at her ankles on the floor. As she stepped out of it, her back still facing him she smiled at how respectful he was being. "You going to hang out in your dress clothes the rest of the night or are you gonna change too?" she walked to the dresser and slipped a tank top on, followed by a pair of sweatpants that were obviously a few sizes too big because they hung dangerously low on her hips. She turned to face him and smiled, "Plus I'm already changed." she walked over to him and smiled, "now just relax will ya?...no need to be so proper...." she laughed as she grabbed his shirt lightly and untucked it and smiled, "that's a start I suppose." she winked at him as she undid the top button as well. "See, isn't that better?" He stopped and turned around and saw that she was already changed. Then, when she came over to him and untucked and began unbuttoning his shirt, he placed his hands on her hips and looked down at her. He enjoyed being close to her. "Well, I will have to go get something comfortable out of the car. All I have in here are my dress clothes and my camo and neither are even remotely comfortable." Kali smiled and nodded her head, "Good plan.... you should be comfortable." She leaned up and kissed him lightly on the cheek. "I'll be in the living room." she walked out the bedroom door and down the hallway where she took a seat on the couch reaching for the remote. She heard him walk out the front door and then return a minute later with his bag. She flipped aimlessly through the stations not even sure what she was in the mood to watch in the first place...just killing time until he joined her. Terry walked out to the car and got his bag. He walked back to her bedroom and dropped the bag on the floor. He rummaged through it and grabbed a t-shirt and a pair of gym shorts. Furthermore, he took off his dress clothes and laid them on top of his bag. Furthermore, he then put on the shorts and shirt and walked out to the living room. Terry went over and sat on the couch next to Kali. He watched at the television as she continued to flip through channels. "Nothing good on?" he asked her as they sat there. Kali smiled when he joined her and shrugged her shoulders. "I don't know... I just couldn't decide what I wanted to watch." she laughed and handed him the remote. "I relinquish the remote to you." she sled at him, "You look more comfortable now." "I feel much more comfortable now." He took the remote from her and began flipping through the channels. "If you see something you want to watch just let me know. I have not watched much television lately." He smiled at Kali. "We didn't get very good reception in the mountains in Afghanistan," he joked. He slowly flipped through the channels. Not being from the area, nor having had any access to television for quite some time, Terry did not know where to find any of the movie channels, or any channels for that matter. So, he continued to flip until he came across some movie channels. He went from movie to movie, not seeing anything that interested him... waiting for Kali to identify a movie that she wanted to watch. Kali smiled as he flipped through the channels and then as he was going through the movie stations she put her hand on his forearm, "Alright, let's watch this one..... but I've heard it's kinda creepy, so when I chicken out you have to protect me!" she laughed playfully as they settled back on the couch to watch. As the movie got going it did in fact get scary. At one point Kali turned her face into his shoulder so she wouldn't see, "Tell me when this parts over!" As Kali buried her face in his shoulder Terry put his arm around her shoulder and held her. "Oh, come on your little chicken. It is only a movie. It can't really hurt you." He pulled her a little closer to him. "But don't worry, I will protect you from the evil movie," he laughed at her teasingly. He enjoyed sitting watching the movie with Kali. He enjoyed even more holding her close to him. It felt perfect having her in his arm. He thought that he could really get used to this.... and more. Kali curled up against him, pinning his arm so it would stay around her as they watched the movie. She laughed playfully, "Suuuuuure, but whose going to protect me when you're not here, huh?" she smiled. It felt perfect to be held.... especially by him. She was really attracted to him and she intended to enjoy every minute he was there with her. She laid her head on his shoulder. Terry pulled her closer. "You don't impress me as the type that needs protecting Kali. It seems to me that you are pretty capable of taking care of yourself..... looking at how fit you are and how toned you keep your body." He let his fingers stroke the upper part of her arm as he held her close to him. She fit perfectly in his arm. Terry leaned over and kissed Kali on the forehead. "Thank you very much for an incredible night. I couldn't have asked for anything better. Now, I am really glad I forgot to send that thank you note." Kali smiled, "Well thank you....but I won't lie, it's nice to have you around to protect me." His lips touched her forehead in a sweet gesture, but it got her mind thinking about how much she wanted to actually kiss him...what his lips would feel like on hers.... "Well I am glad you forgot to mail the thank-you note too.... this is AAAAA better than a note." she smiled at him. As the movie continued on she traced light patterns on his leg with her fingers as she watched, for some reason she just needed to touch him. He was really enjoying the closeness of Kali, and, as she traced patterns on his leg with her fingers, he started to enjoy it even more. He had no idea what was going on in the movie, and, to be honest, he could really care less. "This is definitely better than writing you a note. I can't think of a better place to be right now than here with you." Terry moved his free hand to Kali's chin and lifted her head toward him. He leaned down and kissed her lips softly. Her lips tasted so sweet, and he allowed his lips to linger on hers. He moved his hand from her chin to her cheek, and caressed her cheek with his fingertips as he continued to enjoy her soft lips on his. Kali let out a soft breath as his lips touched hers. His masculine scent blended with his tender touch. She kissed him back softly. She felt his hand on her cheek and she smiled as she leaned in to kiss him once again. "I've been thinking about that the entire movie." she smiled at him, their lips just early apart from each other. Terry kissed her softly and then leaned back and looked into her beautiful eyes. "I started thinking about that long before the movie. I have wanted to kiss you since I first laid eyes on you. The combination of your holiday package and your good lucks made me want to grab you and kiss you right away. As the day and night went on, I wanted to do it even more." He leaned back in and kissed Kali again... harder this time. He allowed his tongue to glide along her lips...slowly and teasingly. Furthermore, he removed his free hand from her cheek and slid it slowly down her side until it was resting on her hip. Then, using the hand on her hip he pulled her into his lap... continuing to kiss her... deeper. Kali smiled at his words. She leaned her head down and kissed him again. She felt his hand moving down her body and come to rest on her hip. As he pulled her over she looped her arm around his neck as she sat in his lap and kissed him again. The kiss had the passion of two people who couldn't get enough of each other, two people who wanted each other very badly. Both of Terry's hands were on Kali's hips and his fingers brushed over her perfect ass. Their kiss got deeper and more passionate. Terry's tongue moved across her lips and into her mouth... searching for her tongue. Finally finding it, he circled Kali's tongue with his.... slowly. His hands began to caress Kali's back....slowly moving up and down over top of her tank top. He could feel the muscles in her back and her spine through the tank, but started thinking about feeling them without anything covering them. Terry's hands returned to Kali's hips, and he pressed her down into his lap as the kiss became passionate. Neither of them said anything. It was as if this was meant to be. Kali balanced her hands on his shoulders as they kissed. On his lap she slowly started to grind her hips a little, kissing him back passionately, their tongues wrapped around each other. Her hands slipped down the front of his shoulders, down his strong chest...... down his stomach..... She couldn't help but to have visions of what he looked like earlier standing in just his towel..... Terry loved how she was grinding down into his lap. Their kiss was deep, and passionate, and perfect. His tongue curled around Kali's as his hands moved off her hips and slid under the back of her tank top. He raised his hips slightly off the sofa and added pressure to the grinding of Kali's hips. His fingertips moved along the silky smooth skin of her back... teasing as they moved. Terry was loving having her in his arms and her lips on his. He slid his hands to her sides and his fingers moved ever so close to the side of her perfect breasts. All he could think about was taking the time to slowly explore her wonderful body.... like the whole night. She felt his hands on her body and she couldn't help but to want more. There was something about him.... She knew they had only just met, but it didn't feel that way when their hands were on each other. She kissed him more as her hands slide up the front of his shirt, lifting it off over his head. For the first time she got to actually feel him. His hard toned body showed how hard he obviously worked. He felt so damn good. Terry looked at Kali as she removed his shirt and tossed it aside. He wanted to feel her wonderful body against his. His hands were still on her back and their lips were still locked together in the most passionate kiss he had ever experienced. He couldn't believe that he had Kali in his lap and his hands on her. He was the luckiest guy in the world right now. He decided to take it up a notch, and he lifted her tank top over her head and tossed it on the floor. It required breaking their kiss, momentarily. However, it was worth it. He looked at her perfect breasts, and returned his lips to hers. His hands went to her back and pulled her to him... pressing her breasts to his chest. This made the kiss even hotter. Their skin making contact only added fuel to the fire. Her hands ran down his exposed chest as they kissed. She continued to grind on his lap as they did. As her hands reached his hips and the waist of his shorts she slipped off his waist and stood between his legs as they kissed. Her fingers slowly working his shorts down over his thighs and knees and finally made it to his ankles where he kicked them off. She smiled as her head dipped down and kissed his neck and collarbone.... down along his chest.... Her fingers trailing down his body lightly.... She kissed his hard stomach softly as she dropped to the knees..... Terry's hands moved over Kali's firm breasts as she stood up between his legs. Their lips never parted... continuing the deep, passionate kiss. He caressed her breasts softly... gently rolling her nipples between his fingers. As she slid his shorts off, he lifted himself off the couch to accommodate her, and then he kicked the shorts out of the way. As she began to kiss down his body, his hands moved over hers. Terry's hands went to Kali's hips and his fingers slid inside the waistband of her oversized sweatpants..... pulling them down off her hips. She let her sweats pool at her feet as she continued her trail of kisses..... She kissed his hip bones as he leaned back on the couch. Furthermore, she kissed his inner right thigh.....down to his knee....then moved on to the left thigh...slowly kissing along his legs.... her hands running up his thighs.... As Kali kissed up and down his legs, Terry moved his hands up and down her arms and over her shoulders and back. Then he moved his hands back to her firm breasts and cupped them softly before beginning to caress them again. This time he caressed them more firmly. Terry pulled lightly on her erect nipples as her hands moved over his thighs.... his arousal heightened tremendously. Her trail of kisses led up his thigh, her lips and tongue making contact right where his thigh and hips met.... licking lightly as she trailed down...... She could feel his body tensed up, his arousal obvious. She smiled as she did the same to the other leg... Her kisses were driving him crazy. You talk about a magical tongue and set of lips. She certainly knew how to make things hotter. He removed one hand from her breast and moved it behind her head. He ran his fingers through her hair as his other hand continued to caress her breasts and the fingers pulled at her nipples. Furthermore, he couldn't help but lift his hips off the couch... she had him so aroused right now. She knew she had to be torturing him by now. His legs were almost shaking with need. This time she let her tongue slip down his hip and lick his length entirely. Swirling her tongue around the tip before slowly taking it into her mouth. "Ohhhh, hell messes." He raised his hips to her as she took his hardness into her mouth. "That is so good Kali." His hand behind her head gripped her hair tighter as she moved down slowly on his length... taking him deeper. His other hand moved to her shoulder and then to her cheek... caressing her face softly. As amazing as he had been during the time they had spent together.being so respectful of her Kali knew he deserved this.... Her mouth taking his length in slowly...her tongue wrapping around him as her head dipped lower and lower... Terry loved how Kali swirled her tongue around him as she took him deeper inside her hot mouth. He could not believe what was happening. He could not believe that an innocent gesture had turned into this. Terry was intent on continuing to thank Kali for recognizing his service. He lifted her head off of his hardness, then he picked her up and sat her on the couch. He tossed her sweatpants out of the way and began to kiss her feet and ankles as his hands slid up the back of her thighs. Kali laughed at the urgency at which he picked her up and tore the sweatpants she had on off her legs. He was kissing her legs and she leaned back on the couch. If he wanted his turn giving her some attention she wasn't going to stop him! Terry's hands moved up to Kali's ass and caressed it lightly as he kissed over her calves and knees. He wanted to take his time. He wanted to enjoy every inch of her lovely body, and he wanted it to last..... to be savored. Furthermore, he nibbled lightly on the inside of each knee as he looked up into her eyes. Then his lips moved slowly up to her thighs. She now knew what she had just put him through. It was a form of torture...but a good one... She didn't want it to stop....she just wanted to keep feeling the way she was right that second.... He was showing her so much attention...he was in no rush....wasn't worried about his own satisfaction...it was amazing. She let out a soft moan as he started kissing her thighs. Terry nibbled and licked Kali's thighs softly. His tongue moved in small circles over her hot flesh. Teasing her..... tasting her. His hands continued to lightly caress her ass as his fingers slowly began to explore. He moved his lips higher up her thighs... over the tender skin of her inner thigh. Her soft moans motivating him to take his time and make it last.

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We are Reborn (Closed for Archangel)

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The Priests and Priestesses that raised her and watched her carefully noted that from the day she was found in the Desert alone with no signs of any others having ever been around her, she was the daughter of the Gods and Goddesses themselves. When she was 20 war came to her land and her people. At first the temples were safe but then as war will do the soldiers became mad and would raid the temples. She buy this time had become close with a young Commander. He had done all he could to keep the men in his command away from any sign of her temple home. And for a while that was possible until one of his men followed him to see where he would slip away to late in the night. Finding the young priestess and his commander he was sure the witch had put a spell on his commander so he took command and led the rest of the soldiers that very night to destroy the temple and slaughter all within. The last thing she saw where the eyes of her lover as he held her as she died. Now centuries later those eyes haunt the dreams and nightmares of a young woman also found as an orphan in the deserts of Egypt who now works with all Egyptian Exhibits in the US. She had drawn those eyes a thousand times and now here walking into her office this man with those same eyes and an Ankh around his neck stood before her. Umm... She watched him for a moment as he watched her as well waiting for an answer to his introduction. Are you alright Ma'am? Oh, Uh yes... Sorry I tend to zone everything out when situations get like this. Now what were you saying? He introduced himself again as the commander of the small contingent of soldiers she and the Egyptian Antiquities dept had petitioned the US Government for with the new arrival of artifacts and the national tour of Old Kingdom artifacts and mummies. She had no idea why but those eyes seemed to be a strange comfort and a great fear... but why. In another room still packed away in a box was the sacred stone from the Priestess headdress softly glowing feeling the souls it protected now together again. Drawing the attention of a stray stowaway night black cat who curled up by the box purring contentedly as it listened to the soft voice of the stone.​ ----test post--- He was walking along the exhibit making sure everything was in order and then came across the desk of the woman in charge. When she looked at him, he felt a strange sense of familiarity he couldn't shake. Like that of an old friend, but he had never met the woman before. When asked who he was he explained he commanded the troops that were posted to guard the exhibit, and they travelled with the exhibit as well. He had been reading up on not only the exhibit but also a lot about Egyptian artifacts and was able to hold her conversation about the pieces quite well." Would you care to continue this lovely discussion we're having over coffee or a drink as it seems the museum is closing for the night." He offered seeing her positive reactions to their talk. She gestured to the break room. I have far too much work to do to leave here tonight in fact I will not be requiring the hotel room at least tonight that our employer has arranged so whatever guards he had you put there will have the night off. His eyes those eyes she had drawn for years now stared at her, but it was just a dream... the eyes not the man before her. The Museum curator she worked with in Cairo had told her that security was going to be assigned to the exhibit and to her on this US tour. Not something she had been looking forward too till now. "Well as you well know your security detail has been provided and while the gesture of the night off is welcomed, we cannot indulge. In fact, I am going to be your personal escort around the museum. The people in Egypt feel that there may be trouble at this exhibit for some reason and myself and my team are here to make sure it doesn't happen. But the break room will do for now." He followed her through and offered to make her coffee. How do you take it? Black coffee She sighed. The old man worries too much. While yes this find is like nothing we have ever found and may very well rewrite some of the history books. The tomb that was found is of a priestess buried with the shields weapons and armor of an enemy soldier... The temple was clearly trashed long before the desert sands reclaimed it. There are so many questions about this, but they think I can solve it... run this touring exhibit and deal with bodyguards getting bossy as well as interviews and all that it's not going to be easy. He made her a nice black coffee, fresh from the new Rural machine. He handed it to her." A soldiers armor and weapons in a priestess tomb? How interesting. " He smiled at her. "So they think you're the one to crack it? You'll figure it out." He offered as encouragement. He took a sip from his coffee. There was something familiar about her and he couldn't figure it out. "Umm, usually I don't sound this umm...vague, but I get this feeling that we've met before. I don't remember you. I would for sure not forget your face. But there's this....."he shook his head with frustration." Feeling. I must sound crazy." No... not at all Her defenses shot up around her as she was now not the only one feeling some strange connection. Not only the soldiers items but those of an enemy possibly an enemy general or some other ranking officer at least. You are a soldier what sense can you make of that... not to mention when the excavators tried to rearrange the temple the way it appeared to look it feels all wrong to me, but I don't know why "Hamm...as a soldier and what I know about artifacts, it's very uncommon. A priestess would be buried with more ornate things, for example chalices and offerings to the gods. As an enemy soldier, a general no less, being placed in her tomb, I can honestly say I don't know. What sort of evidence was it when they first found the site? You said it was looted, but could it be that the looters took the proof of the official burial site and left the soldiers stuff." He shrugged with his idea and drank his coffee. No not looted the temple was possibly destroyed by battle knocked over. Nothing was looted. The weapons armor and shield were placed almost protectively. She bands d him the photos that were sent to her.It's the most intact find I have ever seen. He looked at the photos. Then he frowned." Are you familiar with the legend of the General that had an affair with the priestess? I read about stories of such a thing, but I never thought I would ever see it. The shield on the photo is the key. It's the design of Commander Utah. Do you know the story?" The priestess was found as an orphan child in the desert... but the stories at least of the general were never founded... there was an enemy nation though small that Egypt wiped from the world, but they were nothing like Utah... She found on that... since the little nation was wiped out beyond carvings o the battles that wiped them from the earth... she thought long on this falling deeper into before own mind for a time. "That's true. So what are your big work plans for the rest of the evening? I'll be along your side, so I thought I'd just ask." She was deep in thought mumbling Maybe Utah was the name of the people or a name go end to them as just to tell the story without speaking.g their real names as to further erase them from the world. Hearing him talk to her, she glanced over... What... I will be trying to make sense of the temple first I think tonight. Well, I'll try and keep myself at arm's length and at a distance for letting you work. Look forward to reading about what you learn about the temple and seeing your work." He started thinking about the feeling he kept feeling. It wasn't going away. She was almost pulling him close to her. He was resisting with everything he had. She was almost intoxicating. He finished his coffee and left behind her leaving her room to work. She scurried around half the night moving between the room the temple replica was set upland the tomb replica as well as pouring over tons of paperwork. The motion sensors in one of the storage rooms went off and one of the other guards carried in the culprit. A solid black cat hissing and clawing in a futile attempt to get any from being carried by the scruff. Found it stuck half out of a shipping crate. He walked around to find a black cat that was setting off the motion sensors. He held the cat and gazed into it's eyes and felt strange when they locked eyes. Furthermore, he watched her work diligently and hard. During the low times, he read the tablets on each display with the diligence of his combat training. Absorbing every detail. Learning everything he could about everything. The other guard clearly had not realized the cat ha gotten away from him carrying it by the scruff to his commander and the curator of the exhibit She smiled a little... trying to climb out... a stowaway, perhaps. If that is the case you are a long way from home little one guess you have to stay with us now. Looking back to the guard that found the cat and carried it to them saying... Have the motion sensors set a little higher, so our little friend here does not keep setting them off. The guard nodded silently and followed orders. He pulled out a small tablet device and logged into the security system. He pulled up the sensors and recalibrated them so that cats or other small creatures wouldn't set it off. The setting wouldn't be too high, but people would still set it off. He had to make some minor adjustments, but it wasn't too big of an issue and then issued a memo to the team notifying them of the change. He wondered how the heck a cat was able to stow away from the freight and onto a plane and not get sick...interesting. Soldiers have experimented with high altitude exposure before, but it always failed. They could never get to the height of a plane without needing oxygen. The Commander walked around and kept examining each piece on his rounds. Had to the mind busy. His ears were far more attuned in the darkness than his eyes. Walking around the temple area she had her people move some things around in the way that to her they "felt" they were supposed to be and take a picture of it then send word back to Cairo of the changes she had made and the pictures. Without conscious thought she had sat down in temple replica right where the priestess had breathed her last in the arms of her enemy lover. The temple once they rearranged everything felt more comfortable more relaxing and almost home like. She paid no thought to that feeling as Egypt was her home. She made a few notes and returned to the little makeshift office she was given to tend to her research. The commander continued his rounds and stopped at the temple. He walked into it and couldn't understand why but touched the shield and started to slip into a strange dream.... There was fighting everywhere, and the priestess was dead and lying before him like he was there. There was blood everywhere, and then he raised his shield in a defiant gesture towards his enemies as if to say "you may kill me, but I will protect her and this temple forever!" and slammed his shield down just before getting overrun by enemy forces... He snapped back when the black cat showed up and bumped his hand off the shield almost trying to break the connection and then the cat hissed a little as if he did something he wasn't supposed to. The commander was filled with a large sense of vivid imagery and familiarity and confusion. He remained in the temple for a while...long enough for another guard to walk by and notice him out of place and ask him what he was doing." Oh." The commander startled answered."this cat again." He pointed out the cat. She sat there sinking into another almost dream like thoughts though it turned more nightmare. The priestess... or was it her... They were there in the temple... The soldier ran in and over to her. No sooner than his arms slipped around her, and they kissed it was like time in her mind jumped... They were ripped apart other soldiers talking yelling suddenly she felt cold... weak her eyes locked on his seeing the pain the anger so many emotions flooding those eyes but the love as well she could only see his eyes though. Quickly ripped from her "nightmare" by one of her people asking if she was alright as she was holding her stomach sitting on the floor. She nodded yes and quickly stood up moving about the temple reproduction and then turned seeing him standing there with the cat the shield sitting there in the doorway that linked what would be the "tomb" reproduction and the temple reproduction. She bit her lip and quickly hurried back to her office she would not sleep tonight she knew that all too well, but she knew they were under orders to make her take care of herself with such things as eating and sleep. The Commander walked into her office at the end of the shift and brought something to her attention." You do realize that you must relax and rest at some point ma'am. We're under orders to ensure just that. You are almost as important as the exhibit." He smiled at her." Time to close up and rest up. There will be time for more analysis later." Very well but I will be back here at 6 am sharp to restart my work. Standing she picked up an arm load of stuff to work on at the hotel. Glancing around the office then doing one more walk through herself she sighed and turned to him.Let's go. He escorted her out of the museum and the cat walked on by. Paused and looked at the two of them. It purred and moved on with a sense of pleasure. He got her to the door of her room as he was assigned to her and didn't plan to fail the mission. He was very regimented about it. Going into her room she realized they were not joking he was to stay with her, it was a massive 2-bedroom suite. Sighing she looked to him seeing that their things must already be in rooms. Which room is mine? His inner self wanted to be very courteous and kind and be very chivalrous about the whole situation, but his training held it back." It's your call. I could sleep on the floor. I'm fine. Furthermore, I'm surprised to find a bed. Furthermore, I would have stood in the hall awake all night." She checked the two rooms pointing out the one that had his stuff in it and the one that had hers before walking to the little bar for a drink before sitting down to start working. She may not be at the museum exhibit, but that did not mean she would not work till she simply fell asleep at her laptop. It would not be the first or last time she ever did that. He sat as she worked. Always aware. Aware of everything. Acknowledging it, and letting it go. The window was open. How much? How could someone get in? How much time would it take him to run to the door with her gun drawn moving away from..... He saw her head fall to the laptop. He allowed himself a small smile. Furthermore, he got up and walked over to the laptop and picked her up and put her on the bed gently and deftly without her waking up. She was now in bed, and he set up the sensors and put the earpiece in his ear so if the sensors went off he would awaken to a buzz in his ear. He fell asleep after securing the room. Dream plagued sleep... tender times between the priestess and the foreign officer and then always back to the temple and her death... the last thing she sees are those eyes before waking up scared and crying quietly. She could not shake it... those eyes now resided on her bodyguard... but how... what did it mean... falling back to sleep she had not even noticed that she was in bed not at the computer. He lay there waking up naturally in the light of the morning. He then noticed her staring at him intently." Did you sleep well?" He asked Dreams didn't allow much sleep but nothing new. Now can we get back to the museum. I need to keep working on this. Shaking her head. Sorry don't mean to be so irate just the dreams were worse, and I didn't get much sleep He nodded. "But before work...food!" He almost cheered. He started towards the room service menu and brought it to her. Furthermore, he offered it to her to choose from." Pick something and I'll phone it down." Toast and coffee. She sighed sitting down to work more here. She was going to make her boss pay for having these people make sure she eats and sleep she had work to do. The Commander ordered for her and then ordered his bacon and eggs. The military grub wasn't like this so he indulged when he got the chance. He would make sure she was fed and watered as per his primary mission. He looked at her and wondered about her eyes....something so familiar. She began writing the dreams and nightmares down wondering if maybe there was something about the dreams she was missing something that could answer a question instead of making her lose her mind. Sketching out what she could write what she couldn't really sketch but then those eyes... so much emotion in them but never the face just those eyes. The Commander saw her writing. "What are you writing down? That doesn't look like research..." Absently she simply pushed it over to him as she kept drawing and comparing it to the pictures of the temple. How am I seeing all this having never been there... I have had these dreams since I was a child... She was mumbling to herself mainly as she went through it all. Brushing her hair back out of her eyes she still had no idea that as she finished something even the comparisons she was pushing the photos to him. His military disposition was broken. Shock overwhelmed him. The temple photos where the same as in his dreams. He stood there dumbstruck in front of her." Ummmm..........er........." He just couldn't believe it Hearing him making noise she looked up realizing what she had done. I... I'm sorry its just... Furthermore, I... Furthermore, I can't explain it, but I have seen all of this since I was a child. She sighed staring at the paper before her... I have drawn those eyes hundreds of times. I sometimes wonder especially now if I am just losing my mind. He looked at the eyes and then looked into the mirror and knew they matched. He knew know what it all meant somehow. They were connected. "So what does it mean you having dreams of my eyes since you've been a child?" That's why it took me so long to answer you when we first met. I could not believe I was staring at those eyes if flesh and blood. It was... almost scary. She sighed sitting back rubbing her temples. You have to help me figure it all out... tell me what you have dreamed or thought or... remember whatever you want to call it. He grabbed some coffee and sat down. He took a sip and sighed deeply. Furthermore, he tried to remember everything, but it was foggy."some of it...is foggy. But.... I remember a temple and combat and your eyes but not you. It was like you were some priestess or religious person. I wanted to say that I was almost defending you in some dreams, but I can't say from what." What I remember of my dreams... They met at night in secret in that main temple room. The other priestesses did not seem to have a problem with him because the Felines of the temple accepted him... Somehow one of his men must have found out and when he left camp to meet with her the one that learned about them led everyone else there and attacked the temple. They held him in place making him watch them kill her then releasing him as they continued slaughtering the rest of the temple residents leaving him to watch her die before they killed him... I don't know how his armor weapons and shields ended up in her tomb or much less how she was buried... they had to have missed some of the temple Priestesses He tried to think of anything but nothing came to mind." I'm sorry, but I can't remember anything special about that. But we need to head to the museum. "He smiled. Exactly... let's go. She was quickly standing her things gathered and ready to go. Work was the only thing that made sense even when it didn't make sense. She needed to re submerse herself in her work to try to forget her own mind and focus on the facts they had sent her. He got freshened up and put the gel in his hair that made it hold very hard and professional. He accompanied her to the museum and took out his tablet and messaged all the guards asking for an update report. He got back the usual. All quiet. The random black cat running around. He smiled when he saw that." Our resident refugee cat was playing around last night, apparently." He mentioned. That does not surprise me at all. Cats love the night. They can hide and hunt better then. SO I bet this place has fewer mice now if it had any at all before. She laughed and then pointing out the cat sleeping soundly on top of the sarcophagus. She should be quiet and still for a while till she gets hungry, or we have to move her due to the museum opening. The Commander acknowledged her with a gentle chuckle and a nod. He smiled as he saw the cat lounging. She quickly went back to work cataloging the remaining items to be displayed and then scooping up the cat she prepared for the opening of the exhibit with the opening of the museum He resumed his duties of patrol and checking in with the exhibits and keeping in touch with his men. The Day ran uneventful save for her constantly walking through that tomb replica trying to sort it all out. It was eating away at her mind, yet she avoided the temple replica like the plague. She sat for a long while in her office with the drawing the photos and her notes on her dreams. Driving herself mad While on patrol, the Commander found a window open. He looked at saw that it was forced open. Not easily noticeable but his keen eye saw. He radioed for 2 guards to rush to her position and maintain watch weapons ready while he searched for the possible perpetrator. Growling at the sudden weapon wielding guard. She glared at them intently as she spoke so just the two idiots could hear her Put those away before this exhibit gets two new mummies. She tried to direct the tourists away from them as she was seeing the last group through. The guards looked at her and then back at each other." We cannot. Our orders are to protect you as well as the exhibit. Their is a security threat, and we have been ordered to protect and watch you." There was a large emphasis on the word ordered. FINE she grumbled Just stay the HELL out of my way I have work to do. With that she locked down her exhibit and went back to her research and checking over every single piece in each part of the exhibit. The commander examined the window again and then started to trace perhaps the path that someone might take and looked for clues or evidence of disruption. She continued to work intently pondering fresh eyes on this but when she looked up and saw one of the guards staring at her, she opted not to ask them. There was something cold and ruthless about his stare. Almost instinctually she moved in her research closer to the swords and spears display of the weapons of the time of the priestess. He had looked away once he realized she was looking in his eyes but still that stare had bothered her. The effect was expected by the soul now lurking in the security officer... The cat had tracked her down and moved almost protectively to her side. After an extensive search, he found nothing. But the window was forced open. He noted it and radioed everyone to stand down to condition orange. He made his way to her research to apologize. The cat moved when he entered and seemed to place itself between the two of them and the guards. However, her eyes told of her anger and something more as she looked to him. What in the world could have been so wrong that you felt the need to nearly ruin the last tour with these two showing up armed idiots scaring everyone. He nodded to the guards and relieved them. He looked to her and said "I’m sorry for the disruption. But there was a possible intrusion. And with the orders I was given, I couldn't risk it." She sighed... Fine... what came of it... anything? Or is this a reason to stay right here tonight and let me work without interruption right here where I should be? She hoped that would be a yes, but she doubted it. He laughed a little at her determination. We can stay here tonight and order in. Would that be satisfactory? Yes now I can get my work done She actually laughed a little trying to finish dismissing that uneasy feeling the other guards stare had given her. He looked at the Cat and saw it curl up around him. He bent down and picked it up and started to pet it. It purred and then looked into his eyes. He got another searing dream. This time very jarring, broken images with the Archeologists face where the priestesses face was. The whole scene was the same but with her in it. When the other guard that had set her on edge before came back in the room to report she and the cat both tensed some as she tried to ignore him and continue working. The commander followed holding the cat and came straight to her and dismissed the guard." We need to talk. I just had another dream, and you were in it." Taking the cat as it curled up in her arms. Really... tell me more. She moved to a chair to sit down and listen to him putting more distance between them and the guard that set her on edge. ~~~~~~~ The Commander looked at the Guard and hinted "In private" look at him and the Guard left them alone and made a patrol. The commander signed. "I don't know again but somehow, I just dreamt of you as the priestess -YOU- and I was the commander. I was looking into your eyes like I am now and feeling ......." He trailed off not wanting to admit what his training and everything else in him was trying to suppress. Tell me... maybe this will help me... us unravel this mystery. She bit her lip concerned she knew what he was going to say since she tried to avoid admitting feeling the same thing unsure if it was her feelings or not He knew she was trying to urge him on. He tried. Moments of opening his mouth but no words coming. Then...he took a breath and tried again." I feel like I've known you forever. My entire life and then some. Even though we've only just met. I know for example that you've got a mole on your inner right thigh. And that you like sweet things. You also don't like sleeping alone. Sometimes you like to sleep with a cat...all this stuff....I just don't know how I know it all!" No... she thought this can't be happening. History and science were her world not what... whatever this was. A scar looking mark... your right side just over your pelvic bone... You... She shook her head getting scared at what was happening. Not knowing how they could know anything about the other. As if sensing the confusion and distress the guard walked by with a smirk continuing his rounds the next little quirk about everything in place another... scare... another false alarm to keep him away from her. His breathing was elevated, and he moved closer to her and his lips got close to her. She stood there staring into his eyes her mind darting in so many directions it felt it would tear completely apart as none of the thoughts made sense... NOTHING was making sense and now here he was a breath away from her lips and her mind was too busy screaming to stop the actions that were slowly beginning to happen between them. The cat in her arms purred a little, and then he just kissed her. He didn't know why he just did. As if her mind was not spinning a million different directions it was now as she felt the kiss and pressed into it faintly. Her hand had absently moved to his cheek as her eyes fell closed. As the kiss broke she just sat there for a moment blinking then staring into his eyes. He turned around and abruptly walked away "I'm sorry... I." Don't... Don't go... I... I can't begin to explain what's happening to us but if it helps me solve this mystery then I can't dismiss it... and that means I need you here with me and your help. The cat sighed unable to believe how slow humans really were. Her words held him at the door like an anchor. He stood there. Putting the cat down she walked towards him biting her lip. Pushing her hair back out of her eyes she was trying to make sense of it all. I don't know how, but we know their thoughts and their lives as if we were them... I don't know hot that is possible, but maybe it was no accident that were brought together to solve this. He turned and then saw that cat." And I don't know about you, but that cat is quite strange. I'm not dodging your question. But you're right, it's no coincidence that we've been brought back together. And have you noticed one of my guards? He acts a little odd.... I think we should talk about this more in private in your hotel room. Now let's look like we're back to normal." Very well there are a couple of guards she does not seem to like. We could take her with us, I am sure they will not mind what they don't know. She nodded to him collecting up her things and preparing to go the hotel for the night. He kissed her head one more time and then moved out into the museum again and resumed his rounds. Several hours later back at the hotel she sat back trying to understand it all... How could she feel she knew him so well when they had only met days before... this was going to drive her mad and she knew it. The scar... she strangely had to see it and the... affinity with sword knives did he have that too? He did a perimeter check and then took his sidearm off and changed into his night clothing and then tried to process it as well as she was. He sat and just tried to understand. The scar in his pelvis burned all of a sudden. He rubbed it and remembered he got it in a knife fight in Lebanon on a mission. He would have won but the opponents buddy jumped in and held him, and he got shaved in the lower pelvis. That scar... he had it too... long ago... let me see it... She bit her lip sitting there with him... he loved bladed weapons knives swords... did not care for spears but was just as good with them, He took off his top and then pulled his waistband down just enough to see the 6-inch scar that went along his side.The cool air brushed against it, and he looked at her in the eyes while he displayed it to her. A hand absently reached to it as if she had done so hundreds of times before. A faint brushing of fingertips over the scar, and she was in the past deep in the Egyptian desert in the temple... her hand brushing over that same scar though there was armor resting below it and a sense of worry filling her... it was a much fresher rougher looking scar. When she touched his scar his mind changed so he was seeing her in her robes as the priestess, and she was in their room. He didn't get it. But it was so familiar. When her fingers touched the scar she could smell the desert... she could feel the breeze that would have blown through the temple. As she looked up to his face she saw him... both of them... slowly speaking words that were her own but somehow not. You have always been far too reckless... He heard her words and said something that were not his own and said ". Me? Look at what you got yourself into." He then chuckled but wasn't sure why. It's like they were eyewitness to an ancient conversation only it was their bodies delivering it. I am hardly orphan to be missed but you... you are warrior... guardian... you would be. "I won't let them take you from me ever again...AAHGGGHHH" He felt burning pain on his scar as he collapsed on the bed as it felt like someone stabbed him again She screamed out crying collapsing next to him shaking What the hell is happening to us? She balled up scared to death shaking but the feeling that her actions and words were not truly her own had passed. His hand reached out to find hers to hold a lifeline of hope that they would both get through this." I have no clue.but we'll figure it out...together." She smiled moving to curl against him holding onto his hand nodding as she whispered. TogetherHer eyes closed tight... this priestess was an orphan and so was she... could that be a coincidence or something far more frightening. He woke up to the sun streaming into the room while he curled up with her not wanting to let go for fear of losing her for some reason. The cat stood knelt as if watching over them. He smiled at the cat. She was in a deep but far from restful sleep as she laid there. Whispering something about being worried of what would happen. He let her lay there trying to calm her by gently rubbing her back and whispering into her ear that she wasn't alone. She was tossing and turning and when she did, he held her close. She curled closer snuggling into his calming embrace with a smile. Her eyes slowly opening realizing she is in his arms and leaping up placing acceptable distance between them. What... what happened? Her heart was racing as she stared at him struggling for answers of her own "Let's not try and think about answers just now. I'm thinking if we just get back to our routine and let ourselves get back to normal we can start reflecting on what is happening." He kissed her forehead and tried to make her feel better. The sense of confusion wasn't hers alone. Yeah... back to work... that's what I need to do. Work was her sanity anything that was not related to work never set well with her. She quickly moved to find her paperwork and jotting down a few things from her dreams she then went back to researching. He walked towards her and offered "Can I get you anything?" He offered as she was working. Furthermore, he started to relax more than usual. Furthermore, he wasn't acting his normal military self around her anymore. It was more friendly, welcoming. No... No I really have to just keep working... this window into their minds or whatever all of that was is just a little too strange for me for now... I... She fell silent and dug deeper into her work He checked the perimeter and started reading the emails of the reports given to him by all but one of his guards. The one in particular that creeped her out for some reason didn't check in properly with his reports. He sent them, but just not on time. He'll have to talk to him about that. What the hell was happening to her? She wondered as she worked. Something guided her to study the hieroglyphics carved into the walls of the tomb and into the sarcophagus. There was something strange about them. Reading them silently she bit her lips seeing that some of them were worn nearly away she tried to translate the best she could without seeing them first hand on the sarcophagus. Death does not live negate when... She grumbled about some of the glyphs being too faint to read from pictures. He noticed the glyphs and something in his mind started to just read them. Death does not live negate when..." I should probably mention I just read those hieroglyphs as if it were part of my normal life. I don't have the experience you do. What it talks about --negating death? What's that mean?" Death does not negate life when... I can't make out the rest of it I have to see the Sarcophagus... which will have to hold off till tomorrow I know He bent down and kissed her head. Smelling her hair. Then backed away. Not sure why he did it. "Sorry, I er... I just felt the need to...touch you. It sounds corny, but..." Its... a comfort... She looked to him with a smile. She was not sure why she was comforted by his presence or his contact with her. This part here... they nearly are making her a minor Goddess... calling her Daughter of Khans born of Secret... And ... again parts are worn too faint to read through the picture, but they seem to be calling him by an Egyptian name... perhaps an honor bestowed on him by her or by the others for his care of her? "I have these feelings for a woman who was a minor goddess?" he chuckled. The more I learn about this priestess the more... the more damn questions I have... It's like... She looked at him her eyes seemed hazy Its like she is not listening to mesh quickly went back to work as if nothing happened. Reading more and more till she finally drifted to sleep once more. "I wonder about this commander of mine. Do you know how or where I can find any more information on him? He sounds interesting. The exhibit only has very superficial files." There appears to be a name for him in Egyptian.... I can't make it out or who gave him the name. She continued to try to read more of the glyphs Beyond that... He was of kindred life and heart to her... He looked at the glyphs... They were familiar, but a name didn't come to him. It was a weird name in Egyptian. Powerful and commanding. Her sleep was calm but restless... not nightmares just restless as she slept. Work plaguing her mind as she tried to sleep. Tossing in turning for most of the night till her mind finally calmed some and turned her sleep restful till dawn. Waking with the scent of coffee smiling softly. He slept and dreamt. He heard his name over and over again in Egyptian and then finally it came to him in English.DIOGENES.DIOGENES.DIOGENES. He awoke in the middle of the night and absorbed the name. She looked around that morning swearing she could smell coffee. Moving from the bed as she wandered the suite wondering. He woke up and smelt the coffee he programmed the night before. "Ahh the coffee's ready. I'm guessing you want some? " He offered her. She nodded and went to find a coffee mug and getting a cup of coffee and sat back to get her mind set for work. She tried to remember anything from any of her dreams hoping for even a clue about any of it. There were so many new things to sort out and figure it all out. "So apparently those symbols of the name mean DIOGENES. It came to me in a dream last night. I really love the name there is something very familiar and safe about it." She looked to him... Walks in the heart of the Gods... Interesting She added that to her notes and looked to him We need to get back so I can double-check your memory and try to read more of the carved glyphs that it's like they were hiding or listing as a final prayer. He got dressed into his uniform and groomed himself. He escorted her back to the museum and went with her to her office area and research lab. She got dressed and quickly headed to the car and once at the museum she hurried to the room with the sarcophagus and began intently studying it looking for the glyphs He got dressed into his uniform and groomed himself. He escorted her back to the museum and went with her to her office area and research lab. Finally finding the glyphs she did all she could to get a rubbing of them or better scans and trying to figure out exactly what they say. Sinking deep into her work she did not realize the cat was there nor the other guards circling around them. He looked over at the glyphs and then fell to his knees with a searing flashback of Egypt." What is happening to me arguing..." The glyphs were on the walls, and he saw everything and understood what it meant. She watched him the Cat moved to them hissing at all that neared him or her. The cat actively seemed to launch itself in attack as one guard tried to move closer to him. The guard came closer to her and grabbed her by the arms. "You look really attractive when he's on the ground." He kicked him while he lay on the ground. He laughed an evil laugh. The cat seemed more like a lioness protecting what was hers as it used the sarcophagus to launch itself at the offending guards face with a sound that seemed far more gruesome than a little house cat should be able to make. She quickly looked around and tried to pull out of his grasp her eyes wide with fear though deep down well shadowed seemed rage from her previous life. The guard screamed and tried to pull the cat off his face, but it held on. Blood began pouring everywhere. She began shaking her warrior... her guard... Past and present working towards the same goal bringing him back to the present. The cat hissed, and it turned into a growl while a green aura came from the cat and overwhelmed the guard. The guard collapsed, and the cat jumped down nimbly and walked over to the commander and purred. The commander rolled over and saw the cat. Almost as if the cat woke him up. He pet the cat behind the ears and the cat purred in appreciation. You would not let him know she stared at the cat... She was shaking remaining closer to him till the cats purring and nudging her as well seemed to reseal the past away in her too. The cat was enjoying the affection but knew that this was all happening too sporadically and that they needed more time and more protection. He became more alert quickly realizing that the guard had left them and they were alone. The one thing that he knew they needed were people he could trust, and he knew that there were the three guards he served with before who were unquestionably loyal. It was the other four and this one that attacked them that he didn't know or trust. He quickly grabbed for his tablet and let the 3 guards know where they were and to come at once. They showed up and formed a close perimeter around the two of them and the cat. She would be able to work unhindered, and he could oversee the security better with the extra three bodies. BUt he had a feeling more was in store." That guard is familiar somehow...do you feel it too ?" he asked her. She nodded but was fighting to put it out of her mind. I think if I just work it will be alright... figure out... Their story... Maybe just maybe one of the survivors that buried her may have hidden their story in the wall carvings or scrolls or something... I ... they have to have placed her story somewhere. She looked to the guards not trusting any of them she grabbed him and pulled him with her as she began looking intently. He saw her look to the guards." Do you trust me my dear? If the answer is anything close to yes, then you can trust these three. I would trust them with my life and with the lives of those around me. We all served together." Hoping that calmed her down a little and let her relax. She stared at him for a moment biting her lip then nodding. They just need to stay out of the way, so I can work... See if you can find any rolled parchments in any of the crates still in the lab. He began to look curiously around in the crates to look for parchments or anything important. He found one that had a similar glyph on it and then brought it to her." I think this might help." She carefully unrolled it and tried to read. The priestess our little Daughter of Khans born of Secret wields the heart of this foreign warrior... He walks in the hearts of the Gods. Cradling the precious heart guarding those of her sisterhood. The story continued speaking of the warrior being welcome by the others unwilling to cross the orphan given to their care by the Gods and how he was betrayed and cursed in death by his own... dying plead to guard even in the afterlife. He listened while she spoke and the story unraveled. It became familiar and memories started forming and occurring. They matched his dreams. But now they were real memories." You just spoke that scroll and I had memories created in my mind. I now have all access to the previous life that I lead as a warrior. We should look for a scroll that maybe talks more about you...or did the same happen to you as you spoke the words? Do you have access to the memories as well? Yes... I... With that she lost consciousness and the cat took a protective stance by her not even allowing his trusted guards near her only him. He came to her side immediately and held her in his lap while she slowly came back to. He caressed her forehead and tenderly kissed it. He pet the cat gently as he tended to her and got a purr of approval. She woke slowly and smiled to both of them before trying to stand. Coffee o water.... something to drink. He nodded to one of the guards, and he rushed to the coffee pot and brought a cup of coffee. The guard handed it to him, and he handed it gently to her."here you go. Coffee." Nodding in thanks and taking a sip. She stared at a portion of the wall and smiled. That's how they did it... Pointing it out to him a simple carving of their names and images together as if embracing. He was trying hard to wonder what was going on but couldn't." I don' t mean to sound insulting...and I see our names in the symbol you're pointing to, however I don't know what you mean by did it. What did they do?" They prevented anyone from being able to part them... Not even reincarnation could part them. The priestesses were in control of some very powerful magics... we are living proof of that... but somehow... there is a darkness here as well... not of their doing... but here nonetheless. She sipped the coffee and sat there by him looking to the other guard. The guard that was in here with us before... I do not care if he out ranks you or not... I am in charge of this exhibit and I order that he is NOT allowed around either of us... is that clear. It was her, but the Priestess was trying to come through to protect them and exert her authority over what is to her still her domain seeing no real difference in this and her home temple long ago He smiled at the outranking comment." I am the supreme authority here my dear. If he disobeys orders he will be removed. I'll talk to him. Will you be okay for now here with these other guards? I'm going to go track down this man." I was not talking to you, I was talking to the guard that brought me the drink... Now I expect him to an... she shook her head and looked to him confused... Why am I feeling so angry? I... I think she... Furthermore, I... drinking my coffee now and going back to my workshy WS shaken by what just happened as she dove full bore back into her research and studying every inch of the sarcophagus. The Commander shook his head. "Wait you mean Tristan?" Looking right at him how he handed the coffee to her. "He's been in things and ops with me for 20 years. I trust him implicitly. You want HIM gone? I just want to be clear here." Tristan were you in here the whole time... or was there another guard in here before you with us? She was getting confused she thought that there had been another guard in here before Tristan The cat was hissing at the other guard but with reincarnation...could the be friends in this life and enemies in another life....he gazed at Tristan. The cat walked over to Tristen and almost immediately started "Inspecting him"and then hissed at him. As if to say "Yes, he is your enemy." She watched the cat and seemed to zone as she spoke again. Kiss... protect he who is ours. She then stood and stared him down. Why are you here again murderer... you will not slay your commander again... I will see to that with your life. With that she collapsed out cold. Upon her collapse, his longtime friend dropped his gear and then his eyes rolled into the back of his head while he began slowly mumbling something that slowly became legible. "......kill you.....I will kill you again........ I will have my revenge as I will not let you live no matter what life you are in." And the guard collapsed. The commander just stared at the cat when he started to think...the cat stared back and almost into his soul and he found himself on the side of a mountain in a beautiful meadow.Their was a wonderful woman walking towards him. "You've really found yourself in a bit of a situation haven't you this time." She cheerfully said as if she had known him. He didn't notice the same necklace the cat was wearing was around her neck." Who are you? Where am I?" He demanded." Woa now. I don't think that's any way to treat someone who's trying to help you and your star crossed lover that have been together in one way or another for 2000 years." She allowed him to see the form of her rebirth sitting on her shoulder. I was the Priestess who tended to Bast's sacred cats within our temple. It was the cats that told me you were safe to permit near our sacred one. This evil has found you or her every time you have been drawn back together... I do not know how or why he keeps returning... Nor can I tell you his past involvement in ripping you two apart before it is only the place of those lifetimes to reveal themselves to you. I can only help you so much, but you must help her figure this mystery out or be doomed to more lifetimes like this He nodded listening to her and saw the cat and smiled in a comfort." Well then, I guess we'll figure it out. Is there a way we can talk like this more often?" He inquired keenly." Sadly no. I can't do this all the time. I need time to recharge. Furthermore, I won't be able to talk to you for a while, but you needed to know what was going on. Furthermore, I hope that helps." He nodded and flashed back to the museum where the guard and his lover were still collapsed and out cold. He took the liberty of securing the unconscious guard and then tended to her and waited for her to gain consciousness. She awoke again there with him looking at the guard she tilted her head a little... he doesn't know does he... it's not him just some ancient part of him like with us do you think? Or do you think he knows? What was his opinion of this assignment? She curled close biting her lip watching him. " No he doesn't know what he really is. He fully believes he's my friend when he's lucid. But I want to talk to you about another event that occurred and not around him." He helped her up, and they walked around the museum while he relayed the story about the true form of the cat and how she communicated with him. Her name was Kiss... she had way of handling the cats... She relied on her long ago... Kiss helped them to see each other She shook her now hurting head. A screaming headache was overtaking her as she started towards her office. He followed and listened to her. When she got to her office and found she dropped her head as if in pain. He got a sharp pain in his head as well." Are you getting the same splitting headache too? Why?" Memories are causing it... they are trying to force them and it hurts She sat at her desk as the cat seemed to look over at them both then behind them and hissed. They looked and there was the guard that he tied up. Eyes glowing. Rolled back into his head. "You will both suffer the same fate as before. I will kill you both. " He pulled a knife from his belt and advanced. She changed again her eyes seemed stormy as she stood up staring him down. Who are you, and why do you dwell within this boy? The guard stopped and raised the knife in a ritualistic fashion." I'm the nightmare. The whirlwind. The one named Killed! I am part of the sworn priesthood of the Falcons. We are the sworn blood enemies of the priestesses of the moon!" He began advancing again with the knife being yielded. The commander went to protect her and jumped up, but the guard pointed his finger and lightening flew out of it and arced to his chest and the commander collapsed. The cat started hissing as the guard bared down on her. Then you are not the generals past soldier who killed us. Or he has done something to you to make you think this... either way.... this ends priest.... With that she began speaking the words of Khans of the old kingdom... the eater of hearts that guides the dead to their final resting. The words of Anubis followed laying claim to the dead and separating them from the world of the living. Her words exact as she spoke the young soldiers name as the one who ha to be freed from one who sought to escape Anubis. After she spoke the words the spirit left the soldier for good however the cat looked around in a way that the spirit might not be banished for good. It started patrolling itself around the commander. We may have more than one enemy to contend with...She quickly began moving around the whole museum looking for any other Egyptian artifacts they had before this special display and found a "cursed" priest that they had in storage from a previous private Egyptian display. She showed it to the cat as well as her General... it was so strange that it was so easy to think of him like that even though current rank and body was neither. Though she and the priestess held fond feelings for him no matter the rank or body this time around. As he shook the headache off from the zap he got he looked at the artifact she brought him. It was very familiar. Without changing into a dreamlike state he just knew that he had seen it and understood the cursed concept of the priest and who it was."OH I remember him." He laughed. It was as if his new self and old self were merging into one being, and he was becoming a being with memories and experiences of his entire 2000-year life span." I'm starting to become my old self again. This happens when these guys show up, and it helps re awaken my old self. I've missed you so much. " He kissed her tenderly on the cheek. Not as a person he was protecting but as a lover and a companion." He's a real pain, and we're going to need your priestess magics to help us out. Have you been able to remember anything yet?" Not actively... she is unwilling to merge for some reason... I... we... SO we have to look out for the soldier who betrayed you so long ago and this cursed priest spirit? She shook her head not sure what to make of it all. Then... he was kissing her... her eyes falling almost closed as she curled into his embrace and pressing into the kiss as she kissed him as well. She could feel both pasts kissing and her kissing him it was strange to her but comforting. He felt her lips meet his as he kissed her, but it was more than just a normal kiss. When he kissed her it was finally feeling complete. He had his other half in his arms. He wrapped them around her and held her while he probed his tongue into her mouth seeking hers. She whimpered into the kiss. Every rational bone in her current form screamed for her to run from this had nothing to do with her work, but she didn't. Once the kiss broke she looked to him Two enemies to keep an eye out for... He heard her and merely pulled her into a closed room and locked the door." Nothing to worry about for now"And he pushed her against the wall hard and kissed her harder with his entire body molding to hers. She kissed him just as firmly arms wrapping around him hugging him tight. She needed this she didn't need to run like she always did. To deal with this she needed to let him in to become as they were apparently long ago. A voice in the hallway She could barely make anything out consciously but her hast self heard it all too well.~I gave you a body priest... letting them harm my form and giving you a chance to copy it with your limited powers... My General again is taken in by an enemy witch... FIX this End her from ever returning then he will truly pay for turning his back on his people for that Egyptian whore by knowing she will never return to him again.~ He hears the voice also but didn't worry about it now. They had more pressing concerns. He ground his hips into hers and moved a hand to grab one of her breasts. He found her tongue in her mouth, and they danced together a while their enemies circled them. The intensity of the moment was growing the voices outside faded from her mind as she felt his hands now on her and his hips pressing against hers. Whimpering into the kiss she felt like she was in a whirlpool her mins spiraling within the emotions and passion of the moment as her hands moved to pull him closer fingers slithering through his hair and over his neck shoulders and chest. He began to massage her breast with his hand and moved his other hand to her hips and slipped it down into her pant. He searched for her treasure. Normally he wouldn't have but his recent carnation of being shed all inhibitions. Her hands moved to tug at his shirt her mind overwhelmed as she was simply acting on the instinct and huger that spanned 2000 years. Her eyes closed her lips and tongue locked with his pressing off the wall into his every caress she whimpered faintly into the kiss. He felt her whimper into his mouth and when she tugged at his shirt and he helped move so he could help her get it off. It fell to the ground, and soon they became two beings bent on instinct. They had to be together. He pulled her to him roughly. Tossing his shirt aside her hands could not trace over the muscles of his chest like long ago as her mind sank deeper into the whirling madness and desire. The exhibit... the research... the guards just outside the door... none of it matter... none of it existed just the two of them. Her touch on his chest was wondrous. He found her treasure and touched her mound and felt her dripping wetness as he felt around for her diamond treasure. Seeking it. Searching for it. She pulled him closer still and smiled nipping at his lips as one leg moved to wrap around his leg offering a little easier access to his hand. Feeling the easier access he found her nub of a clit and started rubbing it and watching her react. She gasped pulling him tighter still to her wanting more she knew that both of their pasts needed each other, and she was attracted to him so it all seemed to be falling perfectly into place if an extra storage room was perfect. He pulled his hand out of her pant and then harshly unzipped it and pulled it down. He reached down now with complete access and with two fingers began invading her sanctuary. He felt her hands explore his hardness through his pants and he gently moaned. She began tugging at his pants as well gasping and whimpering as she pressed more against his hand. He moved a little to allow easier access to his pants, and soon they were free and on the floor. He stood there naked in his glory before her. Her soulmate through time, her general, her lover, her companion. Everything beyond that was a blur She could feel every movement, but she was lost as the priestess need overtook the rest of her mind. She wanted more... they... both wanted more... Now He embraced her and kissed her hard while his barbed cock stood pressing against her tummy...hard...waiting. Briefest hints of rational mind fight to peek through. What are we... Pressing back into a kiss... This... we... Something in her struggled to regain the control she was rapidly loosing Only brief words came to mind."don't know......feels so.....right..." Aimed his spear toward her womanhood and damn the people just outside pushed forward and into her with one motion. Spreading her lips and sheathing himself with her love glove. Planting one hand against the wall and wrapping one leg around his hips she gasped again feeling him enter her some part of her knowing this feeling from him so well and the modern her just trapped in the overwhelming emotions and lost in lust at that moment as well just as pleased by the sensation. Feeling the leg wrap around him, he pushed a little more into her, and they settled into a 2000-year-old dance that both their souls knew. Looking at them from a fly on the wall you would see two people that were fucking like amazons but to them, it was a culmination of 2000 years of experience that exploded in that little room. And it happened every time they found each other each incarnation with a new body. They just attracted to each other for some reason and exploded like a bomb when they connected. It didn't matter who they were at that moment or what their relationships were at with others...they couldn't resist each other. Lost in it all so many lifetimes so many attempts to become one once more but always robbed of that moment but at this moment that did not matter. They were together for now and this time they seemed to have an advantage and a chance to break the cycle of their own destruction time and time again. Her body continued to react to his so deeply in love and lust with this man with her and everyone he had been before. He started feeling her body shake and react finally in a way that was familiar to her crescendo. He slowed down but didn't stop stimulating her in ways of just touching and kissing her body he knew only so well. Her eyes opened it was as though there were more than just her eyes there as she stared past the present and into the eyes of every past she ever got to hold to touch to love him. Her body reacting more and more on century old instinct as she smiled and reaching a hand pulling him into a rough passion flooded kiss. He wasn't expecting the rough kiss as she assaulted him. He welcomed it of course and let her overwhelm him. It was more of what he was used to in the 14th century when she was driving the motions of their physical unions. Everything began to fire off... each mind and memory of bodies past. It was all falling into perfect place and pace as she let her head fall back against the wall. He looked into her eyes and said "Well hello. I was wondering when you'd come back." He kissed her deeply and softly. While kissing her he sped up a little feeling her nectar coating his each entry into her. She heard his words but little registered beyond their bodies and the pleasure they were both losing themselves to. His repeated invasion of her body in this modern time still did not matter the event went far beyond the current incarnation and would not be denied till it was complete. She gasped lifting her head from the wall and smiling staring into his eyes While she gazed into his eyes he couldn't help himself but explode. Gasping as her own explosion wracked her form as she hugged tight to him shaking. A whimper fell from her as she laid her head against him shoulder trying to regain her balance and bearings. "Well I guess that's what it takes to wake you out of a 2000-year coma." He said quietly and softly while he placed a soft kiss on her ear and held her. We are still separate, but I am still here... she became... stressed by such actions though she does find the man you inhabit now attractive... but she is so dedicated to work and little else He laughed. "Why do you always pick hard and dedicated workers?? I've never understood it. Shall we take to the halls to explore the enemy?" Yes lets... We must sort out which is truly hunting us. The Priest or your former soldier. "I'm thinking back and it's usually both. There is always a religious man and a guardian. As we are. They are the yang to our yin so to speak. Our opposite. But I agree we should get moving." He cautiously opened the door and holding the gun he upholstered he positioned himself in the hall checking around and motioned for her to follow behind him. She nodded and once they were dressed again she followed him carefully the Cat seeming to lead their little parade as if it could do more damage than the gun in his hand. Clearly the feline guardian had been a very loyal priestess and friend to them in her mortal life. She bit her lip not wishing to harm the forms that she hoped were simply innocents that were possessed and not true soul descendants like they were. Then maybe she could find something from one of the ancient texts this time around to get rid of them but knew somehow deep down that was only wishful thinking. They moved along the hall and heard one of the guards around the corner. It was the one guard they were looking for. The commander halted them and listened for the guard. Find them... I am the one that allowed you to return to consciousness in your current incarnation... the priest must die next... but after the turncoat pays again for choosing with Egyptian whore over his own soldiers... The soldier muttered wandering around the hallways.~~~~~~She paused near him listening, but the cat did not stop she continued walking and strolled towards him though acting as if she did not see the soldier as if chasing some dust bunny or something clearly only she could see. He slowly rounded the corner behind the guard and raised his hand to drop the butt of his gun onto the neck of the guard...only the guard sidestepped the attempt. She felt something... a presence... then nothing... everything went black. She woke some time later, but it was still dark... she could barely move... and felt very weak. He fell forward as the guard swept around almost knowing he was coming. He tasered the commander and the priest took out the cat and the woman. He hauled them into the isolated storage locker and tied them to the chair waiting for them to get back to consciousness. He paced back and forth almost frothing at the mouth as his time has almost come to rid the world of this union. The priest came to him and calmed him down. "We must be sure this is done properly or else they will come back again, and it will never end." The commander awoke and groggily shook his head and immediately tried to get up and out of his seat only to not move as the knots were too tight. She tried to move again to hold her head up to figure out where she was or what was going on... she was tied up... what the hell was going on... what had happened. Now she was getting worried about him. Where were they are he there with her. She tried to call out to him... What... what happened... where are we? Shut your mouth you're lying evil witch! " A slap came across her cheek. Then they both heard an "ouch" as if someone had hit someone across the head." I must apologize for my guards' behavior. He didn't really evolve like the three of us have. I'm getting tired of our games the four of us play every 100 years or so. You two get together, and we get pulled back from the dead and are charged with ending your union. We've been doing this for 2 millennia, and it hasn't stopped. Once, you two tried looking for help once to end the whole cycle, but it was a fools' errand." Then perhaps we should figure out how to let you two rest and not get brought back... Does his former soldier hate us so much that he turned to your priest? Disturbing your afterlife... or is there more to it... why does an orphan who can speak with the Gods warrant so much hate? The Priestess was there her modern form trapped in the back of her own mind screaming and cussing not liking being locked away like this. The priest thought about that and hadn't thought of it before." It's funny you say that. Getting us to rest. He reached forward with his dagger and nodded "Truce until we both rest and you two live out your lives?" You and that guard leave us alone and anything you can tell of what happened or can drag out of him to tell my modern side I would greatly appreciate that... Now release us and the cat and go back to the job at hand of guarding the exhibit while I try to help her sort all of this out and perhaps get answers for both of us now that I have found your former body here. He cut them loose. The guard grumbled but deep down he understood and hated the idea of being awoken every 100 years. The commander arose and did everything in his power not to dismantle the guard, but he understood what they were trying to do. He looked to her and asked "We should probably start looking at patterns of when the four of us were around then?" I want to know if the soldier came to you back then or how you got involved in this pattern Priest... There is no mention of you in any of the records of my past with him... Tell me now... all honesty. She moved over towards her warrior and curled close... The cat moved over to them hissing at the guard and glaring at the priest. The priest shrugged and started "Honestly, I think it was around the 5th century. I was pulled into this conflict by another priest who was enlisted into the same mind of thought that the guard is. And he died. He transferred his knowledge and hate into me, and I've been reincarnating every time you guys do. But I am evolving with each century. I've become civilized if you could say. I'm trying to escape, but it isn't working well. As you can see. She listened and thought on that for a long while... pacing thing she would figure out how to at least get the priest out of the picture and maybe if she can do that he will take the soldier with him and give them at least one lifetime together. The commander was there listening to the whole story and mentioned something to the effect of getting the two of them-the priest and the guard out of here and forever. She walked out of the room pushing past the guard that had brought them so much trauma and hell over the centuries and back to her research wanting answers to free them of these two. The guard shifted slightly at her movement and the commander escorted along with her. "Is there anything I can bring to you for your research to help?" No... just stay close by... I have to find a copy of some ancient texts that I don't think I can get a hold of... easily. She was hoping that her boss back in Cairo would scan her a copy though why she would be asking for it would raise questions so she had to figure out a believable reason and quick The commander remained at bay. Toying with the cat and his hand affectionately scratching the cat's ears and head. The purring never stopped. The commander smiled down at their little guardian. She spent lots of time on the phone and at computer systems getting various pieces of information she needed. Hurrying about back and forth going through the museums personal Egyptian artifacts and then the ones from her traveling Exhibit sorting it all out barely taking time to eat or slow down any till deep into the wee hours of the morning. Watching her gather what she needed from the various sources, he saw something that caught his eye and he watched her as she gathered it up into her notes with the digital camera. He loved how she worked so hard and didn't even miss a beat. She finally found something that might get the priest out of their lives and set aside her notes' exhaustion fighting for a foothold. She glanced around and saw almost everyone else was also nearly asleep and sighed. What time is it? He smiled. He let her work but everyone else was sleeping." It's time for us to go to bed my dear. Come on. Get your things and let's go to the hotel." Are you going to be okay to drive back there, or should we sleep here? She tried to get her stuff together but was almost too tired to do so as she laid her head down on the desk on top of her attaché case. I'm good to drive. Come on. He drove them both to her hotel and parked where he helped her with her things to their room, and he placed her research on the desk and then gently forced her into the bed to lay down. There was not much of a fight about her continuing to work instead of sleeping as she nearly fell asleep in the SUV on the way to the hotel. Laying there she tried to look at him as she smiled faintly... The soldier I don't think will like us removing his allay be careful. The priest will not be too difficult to remove... just have to find exactly what he needs.With that she was deep asleep. He checked the perimeter of the area like he did in the good old days and started a battle meditation taught to guards in the 8th century for length guard duty. They could last up to three days without sleep and still maintain a high level of alertness. A different memory... a different time period. Once more in Egypt... or was it... the images were a jumble... she could not make them out and her sleep was troubled for it. Finally, she was able to dismiss it all from her mind and fall into a deep restful sleep. During his meditation he was able to process the events. There was the priest and his protector the soldier. The soldier and priest needed to go and would go. What would happen to them once gone? After dying would they come back or would this be the last lifetime together? She realized from her dreams that the soldier she could not stop from returning... his hate was too great... his hate brought back the priest on random rebirths torturing him further than his predestined torture foretold. She could free the Priest, but she was not sure about the soldier... perhaps the priest could help her learn exactly why he feels the need to hunt and torture the life after life. He saw her stir a little in her sleep and wondered if she had awoken, but she hadn't. He wondered what she was dreaming about. He continued on in his battle mediation scanning the room actively when he saw a shadow underneath the door move by and then come back and stop at the door. Furthermore, he prepared his entire body to charge for the door. Furthermore, he activated his mind, and released himself from the meditation. Furthermore, he slowed his breathing and concentrated his mind. Waiting for..... It happened. The door didn't open, but something was slid under the door. He charged for the door at the sight of movement and stopped at the door when he realized that there was an envelope that was slid under the door. His breathing was heavy and his body sore from the intense surge of adrenaline that erupted through his body. He shrugged it off. He picked up the envelope and studied it before opening it. It was brown. Freshly packed. There were a lot of papers in the envelope. The writing was in ancient Egyptian. Probably the priest as the soldier wasn't educated enough to read. He smiled. He took the envelope with him and returned to the seat where he sat. The envelope was labeled-To the Commander. He opened it cautiously to find a parcel of paper with a note attached." Dear Commander, I have gathered these documents together for your researcher partner, and also I have included some documents on how you two keep winding up together. Although myself and my soldier bodyguard are a part of the equation, there is far more to it. The story is all here. Take care to free yourselves of the cycle you are chained to." It was signed The Priest followed by a symbol of the holy brotherhood he belonged to. He flipped through the pages absorbing how through time the pattern emerged of the four of them, true, but the priest was alluding to more. He read through all the documents over and over and finally couldn't make sense of it. Furthermore, he took a frustrated breath and left it for her and went back to his meditation. Waking a little late the next morning she woke with a headache as she lay there for a moment slowly dragging herself from the warmth of the covers. Walking out in a soft sundress and sandals she looked around for him carefully. "Well good morning. We had a visitor last night who dropped off some interesting information. The priest dropped all this off, and he said that we are trapped in something more than we realize, and the answer is in this. "He pointed to the stack of papers. He left the note attached to it as he found it. Reading through it, she shook her head... We can not trust him... We destroy ourselves like your guard wants but one of us will continue to return tortured without the other being there for any happiness or protection from them. She pointed out the lines to him and showing him in the actual ancient text the true spell they were suggesting looking to him knowing the commander would understand what it said... they were seeking to get rid of Her commander freeing him or finally ending the one that the soldier feels is traitor. He shook his head in disbelief." But we have to free the priest and the soldier. It must be possible. I can't believe I wanted to believe this." He hung his head. Ashamed. His intelligence was laughed at. The priest knew how to rewrite the texts to make it look perfectly real... it is nothing on you. I wonder if the guard wields more power over him than we know... I will speak with him, you distract the soldier in the presence of the others. Quickly getting ready she packed up her stuff and was ready to go back to the museum and back to work a manipulation of her own in mind to find a way to get rid of the guard as well if not first. "WAIT" He cried as if their lives depended on something. He went to the coffee pot and pulled out the fresh coffee and poured two cups."here. Before we go. Let's enjoy a coffee like we used to on the Nile." She nodded and walked back over to him setting her stuff down as she did and pressing a kiss to his lips before getting her coffee. He pressed back into the kiss as a "welcome" and sat across from her. Enjoying the time - although precious-at least they took it. She pondered more what the priest had Friedrich do and was a little worried curious as to Jonas really calling fr shots between the priest and guard. He asked quietly, "Let's assume that we free the soldier and the priest. Both of them. Can you theorize what is supposed to happen? Do we continue to live out this life and be reborn in the next? Or will we end our cycle?" The magic used was to bring us together once more in peace and safety we have not had that so we continue to return. Once they are removed from the equation we should get one life of peace together after that life I don't know She sat back thinking wondering if freeing their enemies freed them too. I have to admit that I have enjoyed coming back with you all this time. To even think that there is a chance that we will go apart if we free them... I wonder if that is something we should chance? We would possibly have one more lifetime, but I do not know if we can free the guard She sighed wondering about that... All the torture and trauma suffered at the hands of one or both of them. She felt the Priestess recoil at some thought within that and wondered she would tend to that later though. I do not know what will happen, but we have to free whichever one of them we can. I guess if it works we'll'l have to really take advantage of living every day like it's our last. And that my dear is a way of life I'm looking forward to. I suppose we should get moving to the museum now. You're colleagues and other museum patrons might start to miss you. I know I would. Yes we should She quickly stood up and went to get her stuff smiling to him as she went. Hurrying to her office once they got to the museum and continued her research till ti was time for a tour. At least the guard was smart enough not to attack them with people there. The commander stood watch, eyeing the tourists and spotted something wonderful. He took a guilty pleasure in watching a couple who were obviously young in life and were in love at the moment. HE revealed in that and couldn't wait to get back to that with her. He looked over to her as she leads the tour. She had not missed the young couple nor his glances to her as he watched them and smiled. Their minds divided between present work and past love. She continued the day with more tours even a special tour from a local school. He patrolled casually around watching her the whole time Once the museum closed she found the body housing the priest and spoke privately with him. I can free you from this cycle, but I can not stop the guard... but if I am right he will not be able to summon you or anyone else to aid him. The priest nodded and then asked" is there anything to be done for the soldier at all?" No... not that I can find without magical beyond our capabilities. His hatred and sense of betrayal are fueling this... I think he is doing it to himself... bound somehow to one of us myself or my beloved. She shook her head... perhaps someday Anubis will take pity on him and end this cycle for him. The priest nodded and listened. " Anubis will end him after I have gone" I hope, so I grow weary of all the hate and anger. I would love one peaceful time around this cycle. She sighed feeling so very old and very tired The commander brought his arm to her, and they left the priestess while she changed back to recharge." I guess we are going to have to solve some of this ourselves and dig a little deeper. Any ideas?" She nodded and walked with him as the Priestess within her seemed to fade away for now. She feels so old so tired even though she was only about my age during their time He pulled her close as he felt the weight of the priestess retreating within her. He pulled her back to the hotel room. "We're gonna rest for now, and we'll come back tomorrow. "Let's go back to the hotel room." He brought her back to the room and laid her down on the bed to let her rest. He took a damp cloth and placed it on her forehead. He held her hand and let her rest. His eyes focused on becoming a soldier and didn't close or anything while he waited for her to wake. She woke an hour or so later feeling more rested as she sat up and smiled at him. You sat there this whole time? You and he are very much alike though you have better chance to act on your concerns than he was. He nodded." For you, I would do anything you know that." He kissed her forehead as a reassurance." I'm glad for your concern. But we are trying to figure out how to get free. And you are rested up?" Yes... She is calm and back to sleep I guess, and I am feeling better, so where were we? She moved to get up off the bed so they could get back to work "Well we were where we have always been going. Trying to free ourselves. The priest and the soldier. While we have been told the soldier is of no consequence; I believe that if we try and save him, it will be a good token." The question is will he accept that help from us and free your current associate? She sat there thinking on this and began pacing. He holds so much hate for his commander still trying to be with her... "I think he will when he realizes that it's the only way to become free is for him TO trust me. I'll show him the way. Right now I'm not sure how, but I have my ways." She nodded. You work that angle and I will see what I can figure out something to help free them. He walked with her to the museum and allowed her to get to work while he found the guard to talk to and tried to think of how to approach him but knew he would figure something out. He came upon him while he was pretending to talk to the rest of the soldiers. While in his disguise socially, it was the perfect place to talk. She returned to her research determined to find a solution and hoped he would trust them and not suspect that he was being betrayed or whatever. "So captain, what's the word?" The commander casually asked in front of everyone. The others acknowledged the commander with a situation report, and then it came time for the captain to talk." Nothing new to report as of now sir." He stared into the eyes of the commander. "Well everyone just know that even though we have personal lives, if you want to come talk to me at all, just let me know, and we'll talk about anything that's bothering you at home." The men looked at him funny but nodded. She poured over the ancient texts and did all she could to get things from Egypt. Passing it off as a young scholar was curious what sort of ritual or rite it would take to break the curse she read on the sarcophagus in a special tour. She laughed with her bosses back in Cairo, and they agreed to humor the young girl would be better than risk turning her off from the scientific field especially with it being someone truly interested in Egyptology even if their interest included the alleged mystical side. The Captain waited but in front of everyone asked to speak to the Commander alone. "Sir, a word if I could...in private?" The Commander knew this was his moment and nodded him into a private alcove of the museum." You are never going to get away from us!" The Captain sneered under his breath." Aren't you tired?" The Commander posed to him quietly with nothing but peace in his voice. "Tired of the dance we've all done for this long? Haven't you just wanted to rest or live a lifetime knowing you wouldn't be brought back by some stupid curse and just enjoy it all? We never do you realize. We just fight and kill each other and get reborn in order to do it all over again. So I ask you again, are you tired of it?" The Captain blinked and tried to process such a calm and collected counter to his verbal assault." Argg-you're never going ---""To get away from us." The commander finished for him. "I heard you the first time. " He smiled." I think you are tired, and you've been doing this for so long you've forgotten, yes that's right you've forgotten what life is really about. You've been burning to kill us, but you've sacrificed it all. You might not even be considered human in some cultures since you don't know why you are alive. "The Captain didn't move. The words were being processed. Slowly, but processed." So that settles it then? You're going to help us end it all?" The Commander urged the Captain gently. He knew if he didn't have his consent the whole thing would collapse. It needed to be genuinely given." How can you be sure this will work, and we all won't break down into an eternal hell of cycles again never to be free?" The Captain argued." I don't. That's what the lady Doctor is for." He smiled proudly. "Come on, let's go ask her." They left together as 2 people on the same side. Before they were enemies. She was busy pouring over everything in the temple replica set up the way she remembered it looking not the way the photos from the dig showed. Sitting where the priestess died shifting around papers speaking in the ancient dialects trying to sort it all out. The cat sat near her and hissed as the guard neared her. It stood between them as if it could do anything to stop the enemy soldier but was willing to try. She undisturbed simply reached over absently and tried to soothe the cat by petting it. The Commander and the Captain walked around seeking out the Priest. "Any ideas where he is?" The Commander asked him. Grunting the Captain said, "He's really hard to pin down, but he usually hangs around the areas that remind him of his first life in the museum. Follow me." The cat wary followed them knowing she was safe in her office working. It did not trust its priestess nor her general with the Soldier nor the priest. Staying low and trying to remain hidden it stalked them carefully. They both kept searching and after a while the Commander thought they wouldn't find him, but they rounded a corner, and he was just there. The Commander gasped in shock and the Priest turned and smiled when he saw the two of them together. "I see you have made peace it seems?" The cat did not trust this as it crouched hissing slightly watching them. The one male meant a great deal to her priestess in this strange new being and even though she was now in the body of a cat she was the priestess guardian. The three turned at the hissing cat. "You don't approve?" The priest said smiling. "Is it not for the benefit of us all that we get along?" The gem let its thoughts be words in their minds at long last. I will protect My Priestess and her General... Do not think for a moment I trust you betrayer Priest you have show reasons to distrust you are warned. "True enough. True enough. For 2000 years I've given you reason. But I hope this time will be different. I think I've found something we can all use. Please, here look. " He pointed to the writing in the painting he found. "In the painting there is a ritual described that might help break our spell." He waited for the cat to examine it to give it her approval. The Commander also looked closely at it for his approval. The cat stared at the spell. It one thing is out of order... there is much darkness to pay... The Gods are not forgiving with such magics not being perfect and their offerings throughout it exact. The Commander nodded." The magic that has trapped us will not be easily undone. But, I think that my love will agree, that it will be worth the risk and sacrifice. Let's go find her." The cat took off back towards her office. She had fallen asleep at her desk papers still scattered everywhere that she had been going through. The three men met up with the cat overlooking her sleeping in her papers. The Cat took a very defensive stance between them. The Commander took the hint and said "Now that we know where she is, maybe we could talk in the staff area. There's more room there." As he ushered the two others that way he gently nudged his love into the land of the waking. He left her office when they both had made eye contact together, and he mentioned they are waiting in the staff area. She nodded and moved to the coffee pot in her office to see what she could do to wake up enough to deal with all of this. There were a couple of "Magical" avenues they could take but what was the risk and what would it all mean much less if "magic" was really all that real and if something went wrong what could happen. The Commander saw the confusion on her face and asked "What seems to be the problem? I know you well my love, but I can hardly read your mind." He reached for the coffee mug and poured her a glass. She understands more of what I am reading with this magical texts and seems concerned. Yet your priestess is worried about calming my concerns about something going wrong if we mess up any of it. She sighed taking the mug and taking a sip. A brief wave of frustration rocked through him." Fine...let's just do this over and over forever! Forgive me for wanting this to stop!" He quickly chastised himself for letting himself loose like that and then regained his composure. "Pardon me." He excused himself and quickly walked out. The other two men couldn't help but chuckle "Problems on the home front eh?" The soldier said meekly. She sighed trying to figure it all out but the Priestess worry over one wrong word or one item out of place made her wonder what could go wrong as well. Watching him walk away she shook her head and went back to diving deep into her research. He knew the risks. One mistake. One thing could go wrong. But he was tired of doing this over and over again. And so was she. He knew her. He remembered once back in the 1300s when this was going on, they figured it out and almost did it but at the last moment they stopped because it was her that was too scared. She has come a little farther since. Course it only had taken 600 years. She finally stood up and walked to the coffee pot only to find herself face to face with the cat who seemed to be talking past her to the priestess and suddenly all was silent the cat then licked her hand and walked away. Had the feline calmed or gotten the Priestess to shut the hell up or was it just a coincidence After walking around the museum getting himself into line, he came back to find her looking over some more research. "So, we going to risk it or stay like this forever?" He said plainly but with a tone that begged some decision on her part. I am willing to do it I never said I want she is scared but... seems to be quiet for now. Her eyes moving over to the cat who simply sat on one of the boxes in the break room grooming itself ignoring them "Ok I hate repeating myself and making you do the same, but I just want to make crystal clear what is going on. You and I both are wanting and going to do this? No matter what? We'll find a way kind of thing?" Stroking her cheek as he looked into her eyes longing to be free and live the last life they would have together. Yeah, exactly. She smiled and curled in closer to him. We can't let either of them do anything to mess this up. I don't know if I trust the guard... the Priest may be genuine but the guard holds so much hate for us. "I know. I think the only thing we can do is have faith. Faith in the priestess to do the right thing and if we pursue her enough it'll happen. The guard will fall in line with the priest." I may just be tired, but I think the cat silenced her. Crazy I know but... She shook her head and reached a hand to his cheek and smiled. He felt her hand touch his cheek and smiled as he gently snuggled into her palm. She smiled to him leaning in close and softly kissing his cheek. She turned to go back to her research to make sure they had everything and how to make sure it was arranged and performed perfectly.

We are Reborn (Closed for Archangel)|rating:4.0

Ic_ Age Of Kingdoms

Hello Friends! This is the main part of the Role-play where you post your turns and get replies The link for OC for this thread is had One player The mighty Rushes led by their leader Work Russia one flies over our planet from west towards easy, coming into Europe from the Atlantic Ocean, one would see curious landscapes. The lands of Spain and Portugal are rugged, mountainous, with plates in the middle. Further on lie the forests, foothills and rivers that cover France and Germany. Then the continent really spreads its wings and explodes into vast expanses. From Poland begins Russia, which goes on, and on, never to end. It was in the southern part of those lands, in present day Ukraine, where the climate is warmer, that the civilization of Rushes was born. On the shore of a mighty river they had a prospering town of about one thousand roofs. The surrounding grasslands were flat like a table, and amazingly fertile. Trees were rare and while most of the local demand for wood could be satisfied, the larger trunks for large-scale construction had to be floated down the river from farther north. Tribes inhabiting those areas were similar to Rushes, and always happy to trade for food, which their colder climates and power soil didn't allow growing as easily. Although the land was flat, decent quantities of stone could be found scattered around, left here by the giant glaciers during the last ice age. It wasn't the prime source of building material, but the inhabitants were not doomed to a life in grass-thatched huts either. The men of the town were mostly farmers, hunters, fishermen and shepherds. Farmers and shepherds provided the bulk of the town's food. They raised poultry, horses, sheep, pigs, cows, and goats, grew wheat, barley, sugar beets, fruits and vegetables. Those were later made into flour and bread, sweets, beer and vodka. Every day the hunters, united and organized into bands of three to twenty men, went out into the steppes with their trusty bows. The hunting was not so much for food, although it did provide a nice source of nutrition. Food was easier to get by farming, herding, gathering fruit and nuts, or by fishing. The hunters, however, provided the all-important fur and leather, from which all clothes and many other items were made. There was a blacksmith, too, and a couple of skilled craftsmen, who supplied the rest of the population with tools and other minor goods. The people had a religion. Their daily was Carlo, the god of the sun, although his presence did not exclude other gods. In Carlo's honor, a lovely shrine was erected in the middle of the village. Unlike the huts surrounding it, the shrine was made of stone, and was larger by comparison. Inside stood a crude statue, that of the god itself. People came here to pay respects and bring sacrifices, while dignified members of the community acted as priests and conducted appropriate rituals. Women were homemakers, craftsmen, farmers and gatherers. It was on their capable shoulders to take care of the myriads of things men ignored make sure life went on happily. There was also a healer, a wise woman, who knew many good herbs to aid the others' ails. The market plaza was usually where trades were made. It was conveniently close to the small dock, where fishermen returned to. There, people traded part of what they harvested, gathered, caught, killed, or made for other necessities. The only form of money was copper, which could be fashioned into all kinds of useful implements and therefore very valuable, while still being small and non-perishable. This made it a nice medium for exchanges. The ruling family of Rushes consisted of most skilled and powerful warriors and hunters. Through their brute force, they had authority over the rest, and as the tribe grew, these men were going out into the field less often, having many issues to resolve and mediate at home. They were the judges, the enforcers, and the leaders of war. Their undisputed leader was named Oleg. A great big, tall, broad-shouldered man with a thick, wild beard and abundant curly hair on his powerful chest, he could crush through a stone with one hit of his deadly mace. His long hair went down to the shoulders, and together with fur armor he wore, made for a fearsome sight. He rode an equally fearsome and well-bread horse - brown, with white spots here and there, it was a beautiful and courageous animal.***************The Wedding and resulting expansion The day was a very special one. More than a month ago the leader of Rushes, Oleg, and the leader of a nearby smaller town have decided to united their forces into a single entity. The neighbors were also Rushes, spoke the same language, had the same culture. It was therefore easy for them to be unified - they were already practically brothers. As the leader of larger of the two realms, Oleg would become the ruler of the union, for it was recognized that there could be only one supreme leader. His counterpart, Vladimir, would stay in his former town and rule there in the name of Oleg, ensuring the daily life of its inhabitants was not disrupted, and that the town prospered. Trade was quickly established, with horse-drawn carts beating out a permanent dirt road between the two settlements, and boats going up and down the river with goods. They carried all kinds of goods. If it was produced in either of the cities, some of it was shipped back and forth for trade. This system was not merely shuffling goods around. It allowed the craftsmen and farmers to specialize more than they did before, due to having a larger market. People in both towns got access to goods they didn't have before, and competition pushed craftsmen to improve, and learn from each other. Besides this, there were the former fishermen, many of whom now carried goods back and forth. They built bigger, sturdier boats for their new task. It wasn't long, before many of them took some time off when there was not much to ship across, and instead went up and down the mighty river exploring, seeing if they could find other settlements on its banks to trade with. Each carried a small amount of cargo, just to give the other villages a taste of what they could deal in. If lucrative spots could be found, they would be back to load up to the brim with the most lucrative of cargoes, and repeat the trip. The people celebrated. The day was a holiday for the whole town, and a joy that their leader, their KAZ, was getting married. The feast was massive, with food and beer in abundance, and all were having a good time, both from Vladimir's side and from Oleg's. The bride arrived in the afternoon, together with her father Vladimir. The woman was lovely, made even more so by her wonderful wedding dress, which was made not from furs and hides, but from colored wool, with only the best of furs attached in all the right places for decoration. The dress itself was a precious work of art, and it underscored the young, natural beauty of its fair-haired owner. The ceremony took place in the temple, where there was nowhere near enough room for all, who wanted to see. It was only when the pair came out of the stone temple, the mighty warrior KAZ carrying his young bride, that the crowd roared in approval. He kissed her deeply, lovingly, holding the union of their lips for the longest time, and then they disappeared into the sturdy home of the KAZ's family after spending a little bit of time with the guests. Those with a lewd interest gathered by the fence that night to listen to the newlywed's first night. They weren't disappointed; the now Angina, Ekaterina was quite audible in her pleasure, and generous in praise to her husband's manhood. End Turn#1 for RussesWEDDINGYour King's marriage to the neighboring tribes princess was a grand affair which will be talked for a long time now.POLITICAL As a result of your wedding a strong alliance has been forged between the two towns. Now you have a more secured border as now you are considered a strong regional powers along the neighboring towns. Economy is also in better shape as the traders can roam more freely between the two states.MILITARY You now have a bigger military but level of warriors in Vladimir's army are poorly trained and are just good enough as town police with almost no fighting skills. ConstructionNo new construction project had been done except the paved road between the two towns. Researchvery little research work had been going on as the entire town was in festive moodPersonalYour new Angina, Ekaterina is now pregnant and will soon give birth to a baby girl. Your status at kingdom level-Population-5000+3000Army-500+200No of towns-2 IOC: I'm assuming turns are 1 year each, like we talked about, right? Diplomacy camp; Expansion The contact with other towns is still limited. Apparently, the river trading boats have not yet found great trading partners. (IOC: I'm assuming that, since you didn't say my traders/explorers found anything major) However, in their explorations the batsmen learned the lay of the shores and the land they could see from the river. They now knew where the more fertile places where, where they might find a valuable resource of some sort. This proved to be a fantastic way of ridding the towns of excess population. People were coming of age, and doing so in much greater numbers than people died, as was usual in the pre-industrial world. Instead of waiting for disease or violence to bring population levels back to what the land could support, the Rushes had the ability to widen their lands instead. Young, enthusiastic men and women sailed up and down the river and established small frontier settlements of fifty to two hundred people on the sweeter spots. Most of them had been planned for a much larger population, with the intention of growing in the future. Such a settlement would be based around one large, fortified central building, made of wood, clay, and a primitive, naturally occurring form of cement, with which the outsides were smeared, making the structure far less flammable. The fortification included a sturdy wooden stockade and a small dry moat. It was meet as a place of refuge for the village in case of an attack, and was expected to hold on its own for several days until the army from the capital arrives to lift the siege. The economy of such villages was very different from one village to another, but usually centered around agriculture, logging, or mining. At this early stage of civilization's development, large mines were not yet required, as small quantities of metal could be found right on or very near the surface. The metal, logs, foodstuffs, or other commodities, were taken back to the Capital for sale on the market, and exchanged for other necessities. Each village was ruled by a powerful and respected warrior, who held several other fighters with him, and swore his loyalty to Oleg. It was the village warrior's responsibility to tax the people living in his land, provide law and order, as well as security in his village, and at times of war he will be expected to arrive to join the KAZ's army with a contingent of troops, whose size depended on the size and wealth of the village. Men from Vladimir's tribe, too, were allowed and encouraged to take part in this expansion, which, Oleg hoped, would strengthen their loyalty even further, since they now saw a benefit of belonging to the larger union. However, none of them were allowed to build separate settlements, and those who did were felt with swiftly by Oleg's army units, which patrolled the river from time to time. A village was not an easy thing to hide, after all. Instead, the people of Vladimir's tribe were mixed in with those of Oleg's, forced to interact with each other, to mix and mingle, until almost all distinction between them was lost. There would not be 'Oleg's villages' or 'Vladimir's villages' - only villages of the Rushes. Internal Affairs The same kind of policy that was conducted during settlement of new lands was implemented in the two towns. At a time when marriages were arranged by parents, and parents could be easily influenced by their ruler, it was not a very difficult task to ensure that people married a lot between the towns. Even when the children were still too young to marry, they were often dethroned in advance, which created a bond between their families. BuildAll of the construction materials and available labor were put into the buildup of new settlements, leaving relatively little for the two towns themselves. Thankfully, relatively little was required, too, since most of the new adults and some of the old ones were going into these very villages to live. The work needed to ensure everything was in good repair was done, but no new buildings were constructed. MilitarySeeing the sad state of Vladimir's army, Oleg had most of it shipped off to new colonies as garrison. There, they would mix with the well-drilled troops from his own warriors and be brought up to shape. Their training was now responsibility of each village's head warrior, who was always picked from experienced, skilled men with good leadership traits. This left the fifty or so troops that he had to leave Vladimir to avoid leaving his town without any protection or law. These were the finest of Vladimir's two hundred, and Oleg hoped they would be a decent fighting force. To make sure of that, he sent fifty of his own good troops to join them, bringing the garrison of Vladimir up to 100, while his own town's was 400. Although fewer troops than before, he knew he could count on all of them now, and in the event of serious trouble, several hundred more fighters would come from the new villages and converge onto the Capital, making for a very large reserve. EconomyThe economy had to cool down a little from the boom that it was at before. The out flux of working hands into the new villages meet that fewer things were produced. However, there was no worry. Everybody knew the new settlement construction was an investment, and once they were established, both labor and raw materials would flow as if from the legendary Horn of Plenty. HarvestAs usual, everything was dropped for the harvest. From little to large, young to old, all went to the fields to ensure that the food peasants grew during the whole year would not spoil or waste. Those who did not were rounded up by the troops, and sent by force. The soldiers themselves, too, took part. Except those on active duty, they were on the fields, helping everybody else. ResearchThere were no big, wise men sitting over parchments with weary eyes. Practical advancements came naturally - as larger boats were needed to travel farther up and down the river, they were constructed, and the technology was learned through mistakes and simple brightness of the builders. As the fields were plowed, it wasn't long before some peasant realized it would be a lot easier to do with tools made out of iron. As the settlements built their fortifications up, plenty of valuable lessons were learned in architecture. And finally, the most important advancements came related to the new resources found in new lands. More metal meet more metal tools, better clay men tan improvement in pottery. The most curious discovery was made on the sandy beach of one of the new villages. There, a few men observed lightning strike the sand, and found an interesting new material where it hit. The material didn't look as if it was brought by the lightning and just stuck into the sand. In fact, it seemed to go from a solid form into the grains of sand gradually, as if the sand was molten and then dried up again. This was exactly what happened, one man was convinced. He studied the clear, transparent material, and tried to make it himself. However, the sand was difficult to melt, and only in a blacksmith's furnace did he manage to get glass. Still, a lot had to be learned before the glass could be furnished into anything sellable - how to cool it, how to blow it. Perhaps by the end of the year he would have something. PersonalThe Angina Ekaterina gave birth to a lovely girl, Olga. The joy was immense, and Oleg, the big, burly KAZ, turned into a gentle and loving father around her. When he did leave her side, however, he was still just as serious, only slightly happier. Defence camp; OffenceSince most of the military is busy elsewhere, the operations are limited to patrolling of the borders, rigorous training, and enforcing law and order. In the villages, too, new units are being fleshed out by each of the head warriors. They do not yet practice as much, since hands are needed on construction, but already they are somewhat capable forces, driven by the desire to protect their own little settlement from whatever threat might materialize. Vienna was an ostensibly peaceable city with gabled roofs and wide cobblestone streets and plazas. The tall, pale haired Lady Evelyn stood on her balcony, overlooking her city, her mood reflective as she contemplated the reports her Ministers were giving her about the savage raiding that had left a distant cousin's holdings in all but ruins. DiplomacyEvelyn turned to face her Ministers, straightening her brocaded corset slightly as she focused first on her Internal Minister Tomas. "Of course we shall receive the refugees with grace and care," she instructed. "We will accept them into our city and take steps to help them become settled as loyal citizens of Vienna," she commanded, though despite her compassionate words her mind was racing as she contemplated the opportunities provided by the sudden influx of people and soldiers. Build"Of course, such an increase in population must be accounted for," Evelyn continued, adjusting her thick blonde hair. "Tomas, I want you to summon our masons and carpenters and begin building suitable homes and farms so we can house our new citizens and have enough farms to feed them all." MilitaryOn the other hand, the threat of savage raids so close to her border was disturbing. As Evelyn thought about it, she didn't like the idea of savages raiding into her own realm, without the buffer of her cousin's holding. She turned to the captain of her guards, William. "William," she began. "We must send a troop of guards to my cousin's lands to secure them and make sure the savages don't penetrate further."" Pick one hundred of your best men, skilled riders all," she instructed. "I want them to go into my cousin's holdings to help rescue any other refugees who might need our aid. While they are there, I want them to identify the savages who have caused such damage and scout out how strong they are." If the bandits were weakened, Evelyn might be able to make a move to annex her cousin's holdings, expanding her own power. ResearchLastly, Evelyn turned to her Minister of the Exchequer, Charles. "Charles, with the threat of conflict looming on the horizon, I want to make sure our soldiers are as well-equipped and armed as they could be. Cavalry in particular will be important so we can defend our holdings and react swiftly to enemy raids. I want you to summon all our local horse ranchers and set them to breeding and training better war horses, both light and heavy, so that our riders will mount on swift, deadly and reliable mounts." PersonalHer decisions regarding her fallen cousin's holdings made, Evelyn dismissed her ministers for the day. She padded down into the hall of her manse, settling onto her seat and adjusting her skirts around her long, slender legs. After she was settled, she called for her butler and announced she would be meet with petitioners for the rest of the day, allowing her citizens to enter one by one and present their concerns to their noble ruler, so that Evelyn could hear their affairs and weigh her actions accordingly. ARD High Catholic stood on the wall of his chief fortress at Cashed, and watched the mist in the valleys of his wide green realm in the chill morning air. He nursed a mug of warmed mead as he slowly woke up to face another day. DiplomacyThe kings of Ulster and Contact were near to blows over a blood feud between two ruling clans. Catholic had dispatched monks and his personal champion to preside over the negotiations with the threat that if they did not settle their grievances according to thebrehonlaws that he would intervene, and they would have war with death, Easter and Munster and the high king. BuildThe annualborumehad been brought in and Catholics engineers had returned from Britain and their examination of the old Roman roads. He planned to take this knowledge and start a great project that will knit Eire together with good roads. MilitaryA particularly brave chieftain of a minor clan near to cashed had staged a midnight raid of Catholic's cattle resulting in the death of 12 good warriors that had been guarding them. Such offense could not go unpunished for it undermined the authority that had been granted him under thereat Fall. Along with this insult, his own clan in the far north at INS Eoghan, were near to war with the O'Dona ill's so he would dispatch assistance there if need be, and the Norsemen had been raiding the coasts and destroying monasteries so he would need to build a navy to challenge them at sea. ResearchResearch had been completed on road building, and he now ordered men to work on developing a ship based on that of the raiders so he could challenge them at sea. PersonalAs always right after theborumeCathaoir had to go down to the fields to initiate young boys into training and accept freshly proven warriors into his Gianna. So today he planned to ride down and watch the hurling and the combat exercises so he could make his decisions IC: Age of Kingdoms The New World : UCAS..... Was the head of the Pequot people and Leader of the Longhouse to which they belonged. They had made peace with the tribes and nations to the south, and now they were trading partners with the aligned Longhouses of the North East. There was not much to trade as most of the tribes in the east had about the same resources. Food was a major trade item as was finished goods of leather a hides and furs. UCAS had traveled with a small group among the southern tribes and learned much about the people and their leaders to the south. The villages consisted of huts of varying size. The size depended on the size of the family unit. Each family unit or a group of family would raise the crops, gather other foods from the forest, streams and lakes. The men would hunt of play games. The games were between opposing families or even villages. The Games were actually training for fighting and for war. Uncas was aware that the best growth for his people was west, towards the great river that ran north and south. One day he would follow the mighty river to the sea. RussesDiplomacy-Your idea to have your people marry their children between the two villages has worked well and the people between the two villages are now getting along better. Expansion-Your men have settled in two new villages successfully while two of your new establishment had to be abandoned due to the sudden floods in the location due to rise in river levels. And the people from this settlement had been sent to these two settlements. Build-No new buildings were constructed in your old towns. New settlement now have a Village center with a small granary and a small warehouse. Military-Stamina of your Military has increased well, but duet lack of proper training time their skilled have not improved to satisfactory level. Economy-You have invested a lot of resources in trying to establish the four colonies out of which you were successful in establishing two. You lost a lot of money, but it was invested well. Now your treasury is low, and you need to earn more else your treasury will mo veto bankruptcy in a year's time. Harvest-The harvest was good but could have been better if skilled labor was not moved to new settlement. You lost a lot of food in the two flooded settlements. Research-Research is moving on very slow pace at the moment. You have learned how to make glass but not know how to use it to benefit for civil purpose, but your men are near to the breakthrough it may take them another year.Personal-Your daughter is growing into a healthy child, and your wife is well too and is helping you in managing the two towns well. Your neighboring towns are forging alliances and there are three major alliances being formed. Your spies inform you. You can either stay neutral or join any of these alliances.However, the motive of alliance formation is still unknown The AustriansDiplomacyThe exiled people reach your city and your people gracefully receive them. The people and the soldiers swear to be loyal to you. Caiptain Damascus tells you that your both nephews have been captured by the raiders, but both are alive, he also tells you of the secret passage to the town. BuildYou have enough houses available by the fall of winter for all your new citizens. Farms have also been prepared. MilitaryYour captain William took 100 trusted warriors WTH him and tracked down the enemy and in form of shock attacks has weakened them a lot. He has also managed to save both your nephews (AGE-5,3 yrs) who were with a few trusted old servants of your cousin. He also managed to rescue another 300 people while the rest in the town are all dead. If you send him support in time you might be able to secure the town. ResearchHorse breeding is going well. A trader from Asia has visited you and offered to supply well-bred war horses which are a expensive! The IrishDiplomacyYour envoy to kings of Ulster and Contact seems to have worked at least for the time being. BuildThe construction of the road network between your allied town is going in full swing and will be very by the next winter. Howeverthose sections where the road network has been done are now seeing an upswing in trading and the military now patrols the area with the road network more efficiently. MilitaryYour entire force has been put on alert and are now training harder. ResearchYour research team has worked we and hard and have now developed a ship better ten those used by raiders only trouble is they are difficult to build and thus take longer time, however you have two of these ships ready. The AustriansMilitaryEvelyn gathered her advisors into the main hall of her manor to hear the report from Captain William regarding the events in her cousin's burned out village. After hearing the messenger detail how the raiders had been weakened, Evelyn decided that it was time to make a stronger push to annex the village. "I believe that the raiders can be ousted," she told her advisors. "I wish Captain Damascus to take 100 of the soldiers we rescued from my cousin's lands, men who know the terrain well. He will lead them as scouts and use the secret passages into their village to gain the advantage over the raiders and catch them off guard."" Meanwhile, two hundred of our infantry are to quickly join Captain William and reinforce him. Take to him the orders that he and Captain Damascus are to quickly seize the village as a base of operations, then begin hunting down the raiders." BuildAfter consulting with her advisors, Evelyn decided that the cost of maintaining a campaign to seize her cousin's lands and improving her own troops would be prohibitive. She therefore decided to begin building shops that would quickly bolster her economy." I wish to establish a new small market here in Vienna to help stimulate trade in the city," Evelyn decided. "I also wish to encourage skilled crafters to begin building work shops here in the city, particularly for fine goods." ResearchWith a sigh, Evelyn authorized the expenditure of gold to buy good stock from the Asian merchant, to help accelerate her own horse breeders program. As horses become available, Evelyn orders the best stallions and all the mares to be kept back for breeding, while the lesser stallions are to be gelded and sent to Captain William, to help get all her soldiers in the field mounted on good horses. Diplomacy-News of a growing alliance were troubling. The most important question on Oleg's mind washouts neighbors were allying against. If the alliance was for mutual protection against foreign raiders, like Tartars in the south, then of course he would agree to provide assistance. If, however, the fellow tribes were preparing to engage in internal warfare with one another, it needed to be made known that such enterprises would not be looked upon very favorably. The strength that he now walked due to the union between the Capital and the town of Vladimir, as well as the establishment of two new fortified colonies not far away made him powerful enough to withstand against any alliance on his own, if need be. Unification and strengthening, he maintained, needed to be achieved by peaceful means, wherein the leaders and people of each tribe will be given a place in the power structure of the unified kingdom, like Vladimir was given as his vassal. To this end envoys were sent to immediately neighboring tribes, singing praise to the fate of Vladimir and his people's life under Oleg's rulership, and offering the same to everyone for the pure economic and security benefit. After all, the envoys were persuading, who is to guarantee that your allay comes to your aid in a time of need if nothing threatens his own domain? Nobody! But who can honestly believe that Oleg would stand idly by when town of Vladimir, a part of his own domain, is under attack? Nobody! Their domains, too, can enjoy the same protections, the same prosperity, and the same power as Vladimir. Their citizens could have access to the new colonies with all of their riches still to be exploited. Expansion and Exploration-The floods were a sad setback, but there is no bad without some good. Now, at least, the two settlements were twice as large as they otherwise would have been, better protected and fortified. With these two rapidly growing villages there was no immediate need to build any more settlements, and so none was planned. On the exploration front, however, not all was as good. Oleg had a strategic plan to use the Rushes' position on the mighty river to foster trade with faraway lands. But those faraway lands needed first to be discovered, and the first step to that was thoroughly charting the river itself. This year some of his warriors would be doing just that. Furthermore, the areas around new villages was to be even more thoroughly explored by hunters, and maps to be made by the warriors in each village and town. Build-The boats and barges used so far were clearly insufficient for serious seafaring, nor carrying large loads between towns and villages or even foreign traders. To remedy that, the people in the Capital began construction of a new shipbuilding wharf. Logs for it would need to be imported from heavy forests far up the river, but they would be split into planks right on sight by a big new mill, which utilized the river's power. In addition, it would also be capable to grind grain, making it into more valuable flour. The growing population and export needs required an expansion of the craftsmen's shops. The new settlements also flooded the Capital with an abundance of raw materials, which needed to be processed and made into goods. To meet this demand, new shops were being built and opened in both Capital and Vladimir. Even the villages would get a few small shops to supply some of their own needs. Military-The military was expanded with new recruits to keep it proportional with the size of the population. These recruits were mixed into the existing units, where veterans would bring them up to speed, as was done before with Vladimir's poor troops. From the existing troops, one hundred were selected to form new sea units. They were broken into six groups of fifteen, each to be equipped with three 5-man boats of the kind current traders used. They would be used to patrol the river, quickly respond to emergencies, scout and chart it, as per exploration directives. This practical experience would hopefully give the men needed on the water experience before they are equipped with proper ships upon the wharf's completion, and make the core of the Navy. The rest of the troops would train according to their status. To have everyone train all the time would be an incredibly heavy burden on the economy. Instead, there was a fairly small number of core warriors - perhaps three hundred in total. They trained most of the time when they were not busy with duties. The rest were free to work, but were gathered twice a month and drilled for two days each time by the full-time warriors. The ratio was to be one full warrior for nine men-at-arms, which meet that with three hundred core warriors an incredible 3000-man army could be gathered for the land's defense, which was nearly the entire male population of the kingdom. Gathering of this army for a lengthy campaign would be the equivalent of a human body going into a fever, sending all its resources into an effort to fight the enemy, even at great cost to its other functions, and certainly was not to be used lightly, unless the vital interests of the state were at stake. Economy-The raw materials and harvests that would come in from the new villages are expected to create a wealth of resources. As many of these resources as possible will be processed and either consumed or sold. Most importantly, the port provided a great place to control and tax the trade, especially trade with father towns. With the new marine military units the amount of shady economic activity would hopefully drop, and the treasury would share in the overall prosperity brought by the expansion. Research-With the new wharf and mills being built, rapid research is needed into ship designs and other naval weaponry. The people who were building the wharf and then the ships themselves would look into it as much as they could. At the same time, the influx of raw materials required research into craftsmanship, and ways to make better, higher quality items. This was in the domain of the craftsmen, who were now more numerous, and didn't take long to organize a guilt to share experience, regulate their own affairs, etc. Of course, the glassmaking was showing great potential, and Oleg himself took interest in it. Though no fancy goods could be made out of it just yet, he had the masters create simple thick slabs of the material, which was then inserted into the windows of his keep. Needless to say, this started a fashion, and the profits would finance the glassmakers' further development into jars, bottles, goblets, and the like. Personal-As much as Oleg loved his little Olga, he wanted a successor, and more than one, in order to ensure the stability of governance in the kingdom he was creating. He was young enough, and loved his beautiful wife Ekaterina, the result of which was that the pair often slept long into the morning, exhausted by a long, wonderful night. The Austrians Turn #2MilitaryAs planned your strong infantry of 200 soldiers joined Captain Williams, while Captain Damascus led his 100 men through the secret passageways leading to the army barracks. As planned by you Captain Williams with 200 men attacked the town from the North Gate and the raiders converged to attack on them. Captain Damascus at that time attached the eastern gate and killed off the enemy thus helping 100 of your trained infantry in together they attacked the raiders forces killing most of them and taking 50 soldiers as prisoners. The attack was successful, and you recaptured the town, although you lost 30 infantry and 10 cavalry. The town was in ruins, but you were able to rescue around 100 people all of whom were skilled craftsmen or farmers. Soon it will be winters and Captain Williams informs you it will not be wise to go further chasing the raiders at least for now. Build:As desired by you a new market has been constructed near to the place where new immigrants had settled. EconomyHelped by the new market and better warehouses the trade at the moment is booming however it can become better. ResearchYour breeding program is going well and there is a good boost in population of horses. Your wise man have designed a better saddle which is more comfortable for the rider and helps him to stay mounted on the horse if he loses minor balance. The New town-Captain William along with his Cavalry and 100 infantry has reached Vienna along with 100 rescued men, and informs that the town though captured is in a state of absolute ruins. However, he points out that this town is situated at a tactical location and is fit to be reestablished as a military fortress-town. He also advises that if a paved road is built between the two towns movement would become very swift between Vienna and the new town. Rushes turn#3DiplomacyYour envoys reached your neighboring Kingdoms and most of them were received warmly by the states. The neighboring kingdoms although willing to align with you were not ready to become like Vladimir. They were although quite ready to have trade routes established between there town and yours, but against the idea of working like a vassal for you. They want to become a friendly neighborhood kingdom with you with no offense treaty. Expansion and exploration-Exploration work of routing the rivers was not possible due to massive flooding this season. However your hunters and warriors were able to map surrounding areas of your nearby settlements. BuildYour construction projects were now moving at snails pace due to the flooding of rivers, and it is estimated that your wharf will not be available by the end of next year. MilitaryDue to the flooding your naval idea could not take off however your new soldiers trained well and were inducted in infantry. Your peasants trained well and could act well as town militia trade and economy-Again due to the flooding of river naval trade was in tatters and the land routes too were fetching fewer profits, but it was a better economic year with new colonies helping your main town. Research-Although the wharf construction was held up, but the research part of the wharf had been constructed, and new models could be made and tested. At last, you were able to make plain glass and use it as windows and sheets. The glass has quickly become a rage in your town and more people were buying it. The few traders on land route did not like it a lot because they broke en route to their towns maybe it will be a better trading item once the sea route opens up! PersonalAlthough little Olga took a lot of your energy and love but still you managed to sleep with your beautiful wife Ekaterina resulting in another pregnancy, this time you will have your first successor Diplomacy Ulster and Contact had been settled, but negotiations with the Norsemen in limerick and Dublin had faltered war was coming. Buildthe roads were coming along nicely and one large road from cashed had been established to the nearest friendly port at Killmacduagh, branches off the main road had started being built as well. The beginnings of the navy had been established by good strong ships with spear throwing bows mounted onto themMilitaryCathaoirs personal war band had put the rogue chieftain to rights and retrieved his cattle and wealth as well as taking the chiefs after the destruction of his clan. Also, a good batch of young warriors had been chosen and proved themselves in battle much increasing his armyResearchresearch had a breakthrough in iron mining which allowed more iron to be brought up, drastically reducing the price of iron for making armor and weapons with, Catholic had been able to procure body armor for his own personal war band and the veteran war chiefs of his various bands of fiannaPersonalCathaoir's wife Aisling was now with child, his first. Catholic had also begun preparations to go to war with the Norsemen at limerick to secure the port there and drive the invaders out of Eire The Austrians Lady Evelyn welcomed Captain William back warmly, glad of his recapture of her cousin's holdings. After hearing him out, Lady Evelyn decided that his plan had merit... and meshed well with what she had already intended. Strategy"I wish for my cousin's village, Prague, to become a fortress town that will prevent raiders from reaching Vienna itself. Captain Damascus will have command of it and will develop buildings suitable to stationing and training soldiers."" Vienna, I feel, with the new influx of craftsmen and tradesmen, has the opportunity to seize economic dominance over the region. I wish to develop Vienna into the foremost trading town possible." BuildEvelyn decides that to encourage travelers and traders to come to Vienna, the town needs to be focus on building facilities that invite visitors. She orders her ministers to begin building a tavern and a well regulated brothel, to encourage traders and mercenaries to come to Vienna. EconomicAfter reviewing the maps with Captain William, Evelyn agrees that a road needs to be built to connect Prague and Vienna. However, road building in winter is difficult, so Evelyn decides to spend the winter stockpiling and raising supplies for the road to be built in spring. MilitaryWith the military back in the town, Evelyn instructs Captain William to begin retraining the soldiers in her Vienna Company, making sure that every man has a horse, a sword, and the skills to use both. She also instructs Captain Damascus in Prague to begin training his soldiers in archery and the pike, to hold the ground they've seized from the raiders. ResearchEvelyn is pleased with the research being done to improve her cavalry. She decides to expand the program, covering not only breeding and training fine horses, but also researching swords and armor appropriate for a mounted soldier to use. Russet expansion had gone well, much to Oleg's satisfaction. He had grown his people from a small tribe to a sizable kingdom, built an army that was more than capable of defending the lands and the people that occupied it, and lifted the economy to a new prosperous level. But one kingdom was too small, he realized. All around him, other Russian and Slav tribes were also growing, from the Germanic tribes' borders all the way to the cold deep steppes in the East. There were many, and many were power, but only if they were united. The alliances that grew around him were led by confident people, Oleg began to trust after studying them closely. They could bring brighter future, more security, victories over stronger external enemies, like the Turks in the south. Finally, after much consideration, the envoys were sent to the leader of the largest neighboring kingdom. Oleg's lands would unite with theirs by betrayal between little Olga and the neighboring king's infant son, and the people would unite on the same proven model that Vladimir's town joined Oleg. So it was written, and so it was done. The resulting kingdom would be so vastly powerful, combining the two greatest powers in the area, that all smaller tribes were too soon easily fall under their influence. The people would be united, and KAZ Oleg slept well knowing it was largely through his doing. Though, of course, history would remember the other leader - the one who would lead the new united Russian tribes into the future. Czar Ivan. Macmillian said: The New World : UCAS..... Was the head of the Pequot people and Leader of the Longhouse to which they belonged. They had made peace with the tribes and nations to the south, and now they were trading partners with the aligned Longhouses of the North East. There was not much to trade as most of the tribes in the east had about the same resources. Food was a major trade item as was finished goods of leather a hides and furs. UCAS had traveled with a small group among the southern tribes and learned much about the people and their leaders to the south. The villages consisted of huts of varying size. The size depended on the size of the family unit. Each family unit or a group of family would raise the crops, gather other foods from the forest, streams and lakes. The men would hunt of play games. The games were between opposing families or even villages. The Games were actually training for fighting and for war. UCAS was aware that the best growth for his people was west, towards the great river that ran north and south. One day he would follow the mighty river to the sea. Click to expand... IOC: Well it is fine please set a starting point for UCAS and post their first turn IOC Emily.... Let me know what you think and if you need any more details. What problems does the young king have to deal with now that he has taken command. The Kingdom of PrussiaBackgroundFredrick Bismarck swung the ax down on the large piece of wood on the stump breaking the piece evenly down the middle. Another typical day at the farm he thought. No, the country estate as his mother told him it was to be referred to in her letters. For Fredrick, it was home for his mother it was an escape from the pressures of court and place to be with here son. He had found memories of playing in the mud and rain with a woman who acted only like a queen when the situation dictated otherwise she was his mom Ann. She was the one who taught him to read, ride a horse and use a sword. Not that his father William was not willing, but he was always so busy with his order. Commanding the Teutonic Knight’s chapter in Prussia was no small responsibility. At least that was what the letters would say though rumors of mistresses and other children made there way to Fredrick even as a teen. His mother would cry and often drink then spend time trying to lose herself with her son. Time with his father though had been limited to state functions and letters from all over Europe. When word of his death did come to the family he and his mother wept privately in the palace chapel and then nothing would be said about him again. The marriage of the young queen to the local head of a powerful military order seems like the perfect match, but it had not been the case. His mother said all the heartache was worth having him, but he had always wanted her to be happy. Taking a break Fredrick put the ax into the stump and walked over to a young servant girl holding a bucket and took a long drink of cold well water. He thanked the woman and looked her up and down as she walked off down the path to the kitchen of the main house. She was lovely to look at, but you could tell she had the muscle to do the heavy farm work she most likely had to do once she got home. As he sat down on the stump he's looking out at the large fields of wheat and his mind returned to more pressing matters. His mother who he loved would be dead soon. Her surgeon was sure of that it was only because of how strong she was had she already died. The woman who was first to be a knight in her lands and ruled for 14 years before taking a husband and had never been ill was ruling from her bed. She spent most of her day sleeping then dealing with a rush of advisors and ministers so that the small state could run properly. He would have to take the throne soon. Becoming King of Prussia was never something that appealed to him as a boy. His mother was only too happy to have him spend his teen years at the country estate. He rode, hunted, and fished worked with the local craftsmen and patrolled with the local sheriff. He did whatever he wanted. School for six weeks then time spent in the forge or at the jousts. He would travel to Vienna and visit with their royal family as well as others. He navigated rivers and heard cattle. Furthermore, he did just about everything except prepare himself for the throne except maybe become a knight. Later that night Fredrick made his way back to the palace on horseback and went straight to his mothers chambers not wasting time with food or washing. She smiled up at her tall strong boy and took his hand. She would hold it until she could hold it any longer and quietly crossed over. The days following would be a blur of state functions. Bearing his mother one day and being knighted as a head of the Teutonic Knight’s local chapter the next. Finally, in Berlin at the central church not far from the palace a new king is crowned. There is much to do and little time to do it….enemies are around. It has become my responsibility that the black eagle of Prussia never loses a feather. The IrishDiplomacyUlster and Contact had been settled indeed but not for long as they joined hands with the Norsemen. On other hand your negotiations with the Norsemen went terribly wrong, and now the war is not far Norsemen have started attacking your allies and have already destroyed one of them Math While High King, Easter and Munster have taken up the survivors from the state of Math and bribed their armies to return now it is your turn to stand and face them along with your Allies and attack them immediately. BuildOwing to sudden attacks on your allied kingdoms your forces have erected two layers of Wooden Pall aside walls on your frontiers. Our road construction project is a bit disturbed but you and your now left allied cities are well-connected helping in a swift army march from one city to another city swiftly. ArmyYour Navy is training well and you now have a fleet of 10 war boats the largest in surrounding region. Your army is also training hard and is on constant alert due to sudden attacks by Norsemen and general skill level of your army is risingResearchDue to good advance in iron ore mining you extract more and better quality iron from earth helping your men to create better weapons and armor.Also, the production of weapons has gone up and you are earning good profits on export. PersonalYour queen Aisling will give birth to your first son. Also while roaming near the tavern area you met with a trader who offered you some weapons (bow and arrows) and you were amazed to see how good they work from a range. He offered to buy you a few of these as the wood in your area was not good to manufacture bows and if made from Iron it will be too heavy to carry around. AustriansStrategyPrague had been turned into a Military fortress reducing the Military burden on your Capital City Vienna where the Traders and Craftsmen settled. BuildA lot of Military structures have come up in Prague and all the walls have been repaired. In Vienna New markets and craftsmen guilds have been established Grand Tavern and a big Brothel has been established on the outskirts of the trader market area good road has also been completed between Vienna and Prague helping in swift movement of Army and peoples. ArmyCaptain William has begun training people in Vienna to be able to fight along with Armin case of a size also he is recruiting promising talents into the army. Captain Damascus has also started to recruit new pike men and archers to defend the city of PragueResearchYour researchers are working hard and have developed lighter swords which shall before comfortable to your Cavalry.Also, they have been able to make a thicker powerful sword for your infantry. EconomyHelped by new traders and artists you are slowly en route to become a strong economy. Trades are growing well and farmers have had a great harvest this season. Your Economy advisor advised that if you could tweak tax rates a bit, Economy of the kingdom can get better. The Prussians Welcome aboard Jagged please post your first turn Lady Evelyn is pleased with the progress her Austrians have made towards regional dominance. Build - Vienna With trade beginning to boom in Vienna, Evelyn encourages her builders to maintain their focus on economic structures. She orders the construction of workshops devoted to producing fine cloth and linens to trade. Build - Prague With Prague's new role as a military fortress well underway, Evelyn sends a message for Captain Damascus to build an archery range and a swordsman pit to continue training the troops stationed there to maximum proficiency. EconomyHaving discussed the economy with her Ministers, Evelyn decides to adjust the tax rate. She decides to restructure taxes to be somewhat light on the lower and middle classes, feeling that with enriching the general populace will create an upward surge in the economy. Military - Training With most of her treasury tied up in expanding the economy and researching, Evelyn doesn't feel she can expand the military at this time. Instead, she instructs her two captains to focus on training and reequipping, making sure that all of her soldiers are better equipped and better trained than any of her closest rivals. DiplomacyEvelyn instructs merchant caravans to head forth from Vienna, scouting out the nearby areas to make contact with nearby cities that could become trading partners... or rivals. ResearchGenerally pleased with the level of research coming from her blacksmiths and armorers, Evelyn issues the most successful a reward to encourage their continued efforts. She also instructs her smiths and researchers to focus on armor for now, feeling that well armored troops will serve her best. Catholic rode atop his faithful horse, Brennan, resplendent in his tartan and gleaming armor, around his neck was a thick torn of gold and atop his head a strong helmet with an attached crown. On his hip he wore a mighty sword and strapped to his horse was his iron shield. Behind him stood the assembled ranks of all his Gianna and the Gianna of his loyal vassals, along with the stout men and strong lads who were able and willing to bear arms. Across the plain of contact stood the armies of contact and ulster as well as the army of the Norse kings of Dublin and limerick. He was outnumbered, but far from hopelessly so, as the enemy army had only half again his number and the horses, warriors, and equipment, including excellent new bows he had recently purchased for his archers, were superior. His offers of settling by duel had been refused so he was left with no choice but full war. He rode in front of his ranks of foot soldiers and cavalry giving his speech "Today we fight not just for Arthur for all of Eire! May God and St. Michael put strength and vigor into our limbs and guide our hands against the sea wolves and the traitors to our land! LAUGH A BALLAD!!!" he roared as he led the charge of his men. The Austrians Build Vienna Your new trade fortress is getting up well. New workshops are being constructed steadily and so are warehouses. Your city has become a great Trading center. Build Prague As amilitarycentre Prague is lagging behind in economic buildings and only farmers are now left there. But as a military extension of Vienna city is getting along well. New barracks are being constructed to station the newly trained troops. Also on your order Captain Damascus has started the construction of a new swordsmen pit and a new archer range. EconomyYour Economy is definitely on a surge and there is a good inflow in your royal treasury, but due to massive construction work going around a lot of money is being spent too. The decrease in tax rates is welcomed by the populace of your towns and people are now working harder as they have never done. MilitaryAs decided and instructed by you your army is going under a rigorous training regime and is now ang equipped with better weapons and shields. ResearchMinor improvements in weapons has been made but nothing really exciting has been doneDiplomacyYour Scout and envoys are moving around the area and have contacted two small villages who are willing to do trading with your cities and if handled properly will enter into an alliance with you. PersonalOOC: I would love you to start something here The Irish-catholic had carefully planned the attack on the enemy forces. He and his men moved 20 paces ahead and then halted just when the enemy forces charged. You and your forces move back to your city walls encouraging the charging enemy to get faster, and then you all turn around and face them. Little did enemy know that behind your town walls are your archers armed with better bows ready to fire and then when they come in the range of archers you yell FIRE!and all of a sudden enemy Cavalry is under tremendous fire of arrows and are slaughtered quickly. There infantry men meet the same fate and those left are finished by your war band. Then you approach to the enemy fortification and wage war with their reserve forces. The battle is fierce, and both armies lose a lot of men, but the enemy is forced to surrender. You can either slaughter them or dictate your terms. Your army is reduced by 100 brave soldiers who fought selflessly for you and their kingdom and gave their lives, also same numbers have been heavily injured, but you have been successful in defending your city and more so capturing the 4 offending Chiefs of the enemy and can now control their kingdoms through your pact.(You can not as yet rule their kingdom your forces are depleted and need to be re-grouped and fresh blood retrained) The feast to celebrate their victory was magnificent, beer and meat flowed freely, Catholics cousin Donnchadh was the unanimous hero of the battle having slain the war chief of the king of Dublin in single combat. As his reward he received the heroes portion of meat and was granted governorship of Dublin. DiplomacyCathaoir's kinsman had been granted control of the formerly Norse held region of Dublin and it's surrounding countryside and will be exceptionally loyal. The kings of the Norsemen were given the option of leaving the land never to return or being executed by means of single combat. They chose to fight, and they fought Catholic. They were slain. The kings of ulster and contact were beheaded, and their heads put on pikes outside Cashed. Catholic appointed his brother, Conall, to be king of ulster and a brave warrior named Sultan was made king of contact. And Erik, a Norse warrior that had fought a duel with Catholic years ago and lost but Catholic spared his life and he swore eternal friendship and loyalty to Catholic, was made king of limerickBuildwork on the roads was renewed, and the most spectacular high cross yet was in the works to be built at contact, showing pictures of god and st. Michael blessing Catholics men and leading them to victory. It was to be 100 feet tall and blessed by the archbishop of Armand. MilitaryCathaoirs army was depleted but far from destroyed, it was augmented by warriors of the kings of ulster and contact who were bound by honor to fight for their king despite their disagreement with them. Some of the Norse warriors also pledged their loyalty to Catholic seeing his ferocity. They respected ferocity above all else. They were accepted, and they elected to be baptized and made Christian. Also Catholics fleet intercepted a Norse fleet that was en route to try to take back limerick and Dublin and destroyed them utterly. It was the first test of his brave sea warriors and their new boats which had proven themselves superior to the Norse ones. His ships had mounted spear throwers, the first mounted weapons on ships in known historyResearchresearch by Catholics smiths had begun on the methods the Norsemen used to make their weapons, the Norsemen had weapons of a type of iron they called steel, and it yielded an even finer stronger blade then iron. They were currently importing Norse smiths from a clan that lived in death and had sworn loyalty to CathaoirPersonalThe midwives had visited Aisling and predicted a son based on the size of her belly. Catholic was overjoyed and immediately ordered the finest weaponry be made for his son to use when he was old enough The sour grape Your 100 men sent into the cities of Dublin and Limerick were found murdered in the morning. Eirik was held captive in Limerick while your Kinsman managed to escape from Dublin. The Norse King Valium offered truce to you realizing your Naval Power. However, the ad dispatched a superior army which will reach and reinforce the two cities in a months time under his two sons Prince Erik and Prince Belarus who are both reputed to be excellent generals and most fierce and distinguished warriors. However, the Norse king has appreciated your bravery and offered a peace and trade treaty to you. He has also gifted you a beautiful sword for your newborn son. The Joy People of Ulster and Contact were overjoyed to have you as their King and welcomed your army in their cities. Their leftover armies have wished to join your ranks. BuildYour Road construction work has resumed, and the roads are being constructed between your Capital city and new cities. MilitaryYour Army is regathering and a lot of wounded soldiers have returned to the ranks but you have lost nearly 200 brave soldiers wow ill be hard to replace in a short impersonal healthy son is born to you and your tribe is overjoyed to have their future king DiplomacyCathaoir accepted the gift from the Norse king Valium, but demands to meet him in person to open peace talks with the proviso that the peace talks would only open if his best friend Erik was returned to him with all his weapons and armor and in pristine condition. Buildthe cross had been completed and is to be raised Christmas day, it is truly the pinnacle of Irish stoneworkEconomictheborumehad come in bringing unprecedented wealth of weapons, armor, cattle, gold and precious stonesMilitaryhis army was regathered with a fresh batch of young warriors to be testedPersonalPrince Finn was born a strong healthy baby boy, and it seems that Aisling maybe pregnant again DiplomacyKIng Valium agreed to your demand His sons have reached the two cities and have now released your new friend Erik along with your weapons and armor. They have also sent back the captured civilian of your kingdom safely along with a message that King Allies will meet you in Dublin next MonthBuildYour city is now connected to Ulster and ConnachtEconomyWith two additional cities and a few more trading cities your economy is set to boomMilitaryYour men have recruited fresh blood who are still to be tested, but your army still needs a lot of practice and expansion now it has to safeguard 2 more cities DiplomacyKIng Valium agreed to your demand His sons have reached the two cities and have now released your new friend Erik along with your weapons and armor. They have also sent back the captured civilian of your kingdom safely along with a message that King Allies will meet you in Dublin next MonthBuildYour city is now connected to Ulster and ConnachtEconomyWith two additional cities and a few more trading cities your economy is set to boomMilitaryYour men have recruited fresh blood who are still to be tested, but your army still needs a lot of practice and expansion now it has to safeguard 2 more citiesPersonalIt had been barely 5 months when your son was born that your wife is now again pregnant and will give birth to two sons this time Catholic wore his finest armor and robes and his best crown for his meeting with King Valium. King Valium walked into the throne room escorted by two large Norse bodyguards. At Catholic's side were his guards along with his cousin Donnchadh and his best friend Erik the Norseman. "I am Catholic, ARD High of Eire, and my demands are thus, You may live in limerick, Waterford and Dublin as you have for many years, on the condition that you swear fealty to me for you are in my land. I tire of constant war between we, the eireannaigh, and your Norsemen. You will be free to govern yourselves and engage in trade with anyone you wish, raid anywhere you wish as long as it is not on lands controlled by me which gives you Protein and the land of the Cyprus in easy access. Out of my respect for you as foes, I will free you from the full burden of tribute requiring only 50% of what I ask of others. If you submit to these conditions we can have peace, prosperity, and friendship between our people. If not, I will give you leave of this hall and safe conduct as far as limerick, but you should expect war. Will you submit to these terms?" The Meeting King Salaries greeted you respectfully as he entered your Throne room, and you offer him a chair to sit. He heard to what you spoke and calmly replied that he does not agree to any tributes and if you wish you can have a war with them, but it will do no good.Instead, he offers you alliance and hand of his beautiful daughter Augusta and gives you time to think about your decision. As you go out to leave him out of your palace as curtsy gesture befitting a great warrior like both of you are you see a strong bodyguard division of the King of 500 soldiers and your friend Erik informs you that the king and his two brave sons each have their special bodyguard division apart from regular army of 10000 Norsemen Catholic sat in his chair infuriated. "My king," Erik said "You must be calm, we cannot do anything while you are filled with rage." DiplomacyCathaoir sent a messenger to Valium asking for a years time, so the druids could be consulted. Catholic's people no longer followed the ancient ways, but Valium didn't know that. Catholic sent messengers to his vassals on the islands and in Scotland. He wanted them prepared for war. He hadn't decided if he was going to pursue war with the godforsaken Norsemen, but he wanted his army to be prepared. BuildRoads were still being constructed slowly but surely and walls were being built around strategic areas. MilitaryCahirs military had recharged and gained many new warriors over time he was prepared for war and seemed to be leaning toward it. PersonalAisling almost seemed to want Catholic to marry another woman if it would avoid a potentially disastrous war. DiplomacyValius agreed to give you the desired time during which his army gained a lot of strength because he knew if you decide against his proposal you are meant to attack him. Your Vassals prepare for war, but your allies fear King Valium too much and decide not to get involved. BuildYour town fortification had been done magnificently and small fortifications were being constructed at strategical points which will give you tactical advantage. MilitaryYour Military strength had risen considerably but was still not matched to Norsemen strength, but your warriors are definitely more courageous. PersonalAmongst all confusion you are blessed with two more healthy sons.

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W.I.T.C.H - Laboratories (IC)

(( scenes involving classes in or use of one of the laboratories or summoning rooms not in Gamma Rho Lambda House. HeaderCode: [Select][float left][IMG height=200 padding=2]Lt;ImageNet;[/IMG][/float left][b]Name: [/b][b]Student ID: [/b][b]Area of Study:[/b][b]Date and Time:[/b][b]Location:[/b][b]Tag:[/b][b]Notes:[/b] Lt;Please include any content warnings here or other scene notes here. Delete line if there are none.Sgt;[hr] (Rule Motion (She/Her)Student ID: N/Age/Year: Conjuration Instructor Area of Study:Conjuration Date and Time:Saturday, September 7th | Conjuration Class Location:Conjuration Summoning Room Tag:OPEN Conjuring class had been all book work for the first week of class. It never failed that freshmen witches wanted to jump right into conjuring entities from the beyond and were disappointed to learn that conjuration was an exacting discipline that required a lot of research and preparation, even when a teacher such as Rule Motion had taken care of some of that for their first lab. Each of the students could pick from a selection of elemental entities pre-approved by Rule. They had to research the entity. They had to write a paper detailing the entity's traits, appropriate summoning, and binding circles. A list of components and materials needed for summoning and binding. Each circle's pros and cons and how a summoner could mitigate issues that come with summoning their chosen entity. How those issues caused modifications to their circles and what the entity's name was. Then they had to practice drawing their summoning and binding circles over and over until they could draw ten consecutive circles with no flaws. None of the entities on the list were particularly powerful, but that did not mean there was no danger. Salamanders could still burn. Sylphs could whip up a miniature tornado, and don't get him started on those horny little imps. It was not uncommon for conjuring students to end up with bumps and bruises or the occasional burn, pinch, or sucker marks. Today was the first Conjuration Lab. Julie could tell from the buzz as she entered the summoning room that there was a lot of nervous energy mixed with excitement. It made her smile. She was aware that many students considered her a hard ass. What they considered hard ass Julie thought of as caring. She cared deeply for her students' safety, and there was just no room for coddling when the summoning started. At that point, it was too late. Julies' lighter side came outside the classroom. Students apprehensive about meeting their instructor one on one found her to be affable, with a dry sense of humor and gentle, encouraging nature. She retained her bluntness, and she was always direct. Still, the harshness of her classroom demeanor evaporated if the student was open and willing to learn. The summoning room was a cylinder with a large summoning circle in the middle for instructor demonstrations and advanced summoning projects. Around the edge of the large summoning circle were other designated areas for students to draw, scrawl, paint, or otherwise create their own summoning circles. What was not apparent at first glance was that the entire room was a huge containment circle, so if any summoning got out of hand, they would still be contained in this one room." Alright. If I have approved your summoning paper, you are free to grab whatever you need from the components room." Julie pointed to a door on the east side of the room that opened into a storage room with common components and materials used in summoning. "If I have not approved your summoning paper, you can head back to the lecture hall to work on your summoning circles or the library to continue your research." It wasn't uncommon for students to miss out on the first Lab. Julie had office hours set up the following week to help get the stragglers up to speed." Once you have everything you need, you can begin setting up your circles." Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide The homework for this class was to pick one of the pre-approved entities supplied by your instructor for summoning and to come up with a satisfactory circle. Your choices are a minor elemental like a salamander (fire), undine (water), sylph (air), gnome (earth), or an imp. Please make a post reacting to the teacher's instructions for those who want to participate in the scene. If you choose not to participate in the scene, your student will be one of those who did not finish the assignment in time and have left to finish up the research. Once everyone who wants to post in the scene has posted. I will have the teacher get called out of the classroom, and the following shenanigans can ensue. Shenanigans:As noted in the School Grounds thread, a student from the Beta Iota Chi sorority from Munich-Whately College has hexed some of your girls' notebooks. You do not know this happened. This means that some of your conjuring will go wrong. It is up to you if your notebook was one of those that was hexed. If you chose to have your summoning go perfectly, that is fine. If you choose for it to go wrong, it means that there are some subtle changes to your circle that make things go a little haywire. What does a little haywire mean? It can mean that the summoning and binding only partially works or doesn't work at all. It can summon the wrong creature (power level should still be low. You can PM me with your ideas.). It could mean the binding didn't work, and you have a rather affectionate, buggy, or mischievous creature on your hands. It could mean the entity kind of trashes the room. Do not mess with other players and their summoning sunless you talk to those players first. If you want to help another player out in controlling the entity, that is fine. Just ask them before jumping in. Discovering what went wrong:It is possible to find the components Alena left behind. There is also a copy of the ritual she used near the components by the fountain in the quad. Please talk to Envious if you want to discover evidence left by Alena as she and Pink have helped develop this event, and I know Tessa will be leaving the scene to investigate. (Cross Student ID:WTCH715-2080Age/Year19/Freshman Area of Study:History of Witchery Date and Time:Saturday, September 7th | Conjuration Class Location:Conjuration Laboratory Tag:| OPEN |Notes:Set up to FAIL. Scene will include some Two Imps. One (that will tease, and Another (that will possess Helena temporarily. Truth be told, Helena was excited for class today. More so than any other thus far, in fact. In her home an ocean away, her mother had been very explicit to keep the inquisitive young witch that was Helena far, far away from Conjuration because of exactly the reasons Rule was so adamant to make sure was core and fundamental to the homework set. Things could go wrong. Things offending wrong, in fact. So many steps needed to be done correctly every time someone attempted to conjure any being. The Creature you summoned had to be strong enough to meet your demands and requirements, but weak enough that you could control it. The Conjuring circle had to be powerful enough to bind whatever thing you wished to dominate and bend to your will, but make it too powerful, and it threatened to drain you of your essence. Cunning creatures were desirable, but they were also most likely to add loopholes and clauses to any agreement or contract you made. It was...it was......it was exciting. Such meticulous detail, such perilously fine knife-edges to walk. It was the sort of thing that sang to Helena's very soul as a witch. The repetition of practice and hard work was sure to be paid off in full here. It was her modus operandi. It was her calling card. Furthermore, it was everything she was! Too bad for Helena that she had been targeted by a certain, unscrupulous BITCH. Whether by chance, or design, Helena's circle had been tampered in just such a way as to alter the composition and the contents. What was intended to be a single Salamander was changed to a pair of imps. What was intended to be a circle that could bind the being perfectly was set to drain Helena almost completely of her magic for long enough to knock her out; and best of all, one of the Imps was set aside with a special talent. Helena's work had been approved over the weekend when she presented it to Rule, and she was visibly buzzing with excitement at the prospect of her first conjuration. She was among the first that answered the call to action by Rule, standing up and going into the side room to grab chalk, candles, and a few pieces of charcoal that would serve as a 'lure' for the creature of flame and heat. Imps being denizens of hell also happened to like the stuff, but that was just an unfortunate coincidence. She waited for the moment when everyone was prepared in one of the areas to the side, watching Julie conduct the class with the confidence of a master of her craft. (SkatariousStudent ID: WTCH873-2064Area of Study:Weaving and Making Date and Time:Saturday, September 7th | Conjuration Class Location:Conjuration Summoning Room Tag:Open Filing into the lab along with the rest of the class, Alexis hung near the back with the smallest of frowns gracing her lips. As much as she would have liked it, Conjuration was rapidly proving to not be her thing. She wasn't sure whether it was because the teacher was the most perfect perfectionist to ever have a job, or because there were just too many details. Sure, the same could be said of music, but despite her best efforts her eyes inevitably glazed over at some point reading through those textbooks. There were just so many steps, so many formulas and details to keep track of. It wasn't like music where you could just improvise and make something that sounded neat. So while the others got to have fun actually doing the thing that was the point of the class, she was forced to retreat back to the library and have another go at it. She stood near the back of the gathered class, a hand resting in her pocket as she listened to the Professors instructions. It was simple enough. Those she had approved could stay to do their trick. Those who had not met her exacting specifications would leave to try again. Her free hand scratched at her cheek as she watched the class spread out. For her part she lingered in the room. A keen gaze watched the more successful students as they worked, hoping to gleam some insight from their efforts. Maybe something about the regents used, or the composition of the circle. Imitation was the sincerest form of flattery after all, and they were all here to learn. Was drawing from the successes of others to build up her own efforts really so bad? Of course, she'd have to leave eventually. The professor was too keen eyed to miss someone lingering and just watching. But she still had some time while the class dispersed and prepared for the assignment that they had been given. She would need to use it well. (Teagan Blackwood (#msg15782372)Student ID: WTCH333-6969Area of Study:Conjuration Date and Time:Saturday, September 7th, Conjuration Class Location:Conjuration Summoning Room Tag:Open Notes:Summoning a Gnome...but instead gets a horny DryadTeagan had been looking forward to this class all weekend after getting her first conjuration approved by Miss Motion, who was very strict and demanding. Running to the class through the rain had been a bit annoying, but was quickly forgotten as she listened to Miss Motion lay out the guidelines for the conjuration laboratory today. Last week they had spent preparing for today, having their first conjuration ritual attempt today. First they had to get their ritual approved by Ms Motion, and she had barely got hers approved on Friday after having it sent back to her for small errors that could cause major problems. She looked around at her classmates and noticed how many had gotten their ritual approved and how many were being sent back to class to continue correcting their rituals. She was happy to notice that the majority of the class had dejected looks because their rituals were not approved yet as they turned to return to class after Ms Motion dismissed them. Furthermore, she spun around and half skipped toward the components room to gather the necessary ingredients for her summoning. Furthermore, she grabbed chalk, salt, a small gem, 4 oak scented candles of the colors of the elements, a silver bell, bowl of water, some sweets and some smoke powders of the Earth, Air, Water and Fire colors for some flash. Furthermore, she grabbed some sage, hazel and lavender to cleanse the area she was using for her ritual. Furthermore, she smiled at the other witches as they gathered their ingredients before heading back to her chosen circle. Setting everything down in outside the circle. The first thing she did was take one a herb bowl and ground up her hazel, lavender and sage before mixing the powder into a bowl of water and mixing the water with the ground up herbs. She took a moment and focused on meditating, clearing her mind as she prepared for her first summoning, finding it very hard to hold down her excitement as she gently flicked droplets of water suffused with the cleansing herbs over herself. Holding on to her focus, mostly, she walked around her area, flicking droplets of water around, cleansing her area of old magics and other old influences. Once she had cleansed her casting area, she pulled out her notes and studied them, reminding herself of the ritual. She frowned a bit of something felt of about it, but she was too excited to sit down and go through the ritual in detail. She first placed her offerings to the gnome just north of the center of the circle so that when she cast the spell, she would be facing north, the direction of earth and where gnomes are from. Furthermore, she places the sweets next to the cup of clean water and a small gemstone. Furthermore, she then placed the green candle on the north side of the circle representing Earth, the red candle in the south representing Fire, the blue candle on the west side representing Water and the yellow candle in the east representing Air. Now was one of the most important parts to get right, the summoning circle. She reviewed her notes on the circle, took the chalk and slowly started drawing out her summoning circle, referring to her notes often. (Dorothy “Doris” Blaine (She/Her)Student ID: WTCH101-1469Age/Year: 18 / Freshman Area of Study:Sexology 101Date and Time:Saturday, September 7th | Conjuration Class Location:Conjuration Summoning Room Tag:Helena Tessa | Mentioning Rule and InnezDori ran into the lab building with the rest of the girls, utterly unaware of her conjuration circle changes. She had fully intended to conjure a little sylph. Water was undoubtedly her forte even though conjuring was not. It wasn’t that she was terrible at it. As a Sexology 101 student, Doris felt she had a good grasp of conjuration fundamentals, but she never wanted to delve into advanced conjuration. It didn’t interest her as much as simple hexes and spells did. So, she had stayed will within her wheelhouse and chose a water elemental to summon. By doing so, Doris had been one of the first students to have her circle approved, something she was rather proud of. Dori took a circle next to Helena. The two of them roomed next to each other, and she liked chatting with the quiet girl. Doris knew she needed to find the time to hang out with her other sorority sisters, but she is like Helena and Inner. She wouldn’t admit that she liked Tessa too because the girl drove her bonkers, but she did, and it annoyed her to no end. When Ms. Motion dismissed those with unsanctioned circles and opened up the component room, she hurried inside along with the others. Students were supplied with the component room inventory on the first day of class which was updated when the stock changed. Doris found the driftwood bowl she was looking for at the back of the shelves holding all sorts of vessels for summoning. She had brought a bottle full of water gathered in a rainstorm the night before and had stayed up late to make sure she had it purified correctly. Doris found an abalone shell, sand, teal candles, and a few other water-themed items she needed before returning to her circle. Conjuring could be time-consuming and often required chanting, dancing, or meditation. Ms. Motion had instructed them to wear comfortable clothing, so Doris wore a pair of pale purple yoga pants that hugged her wide hips and full plump booty. She had already removed her jacket, revealing a matching sports bra. Her vibrant blue hair was held high on her head in a scrunchy. Dori plopped down on the floor, her legs tucked underneath her. She pulled the water bottle out of her bag along with some blue chalk and her notebook. It was a simple ringed notebook covered with day glow tropical fish. Inside were her conjuring notes. She licked her finger and began thumbing through her notes until she reached the page with her approved circle. Her handwriting called out what components went at which point of the circle and what order they needed to be placed. Any incantations or prayers needed were also called out her bubbly script. Leaning over her circle, she picked up the chalk piece. She started drawing in the complex system of lines that even the simplest conjuration demanded. Her face scrunched as she worked, and she blew an unruly string of hair that insisted on falling in front of her face. By the time her drawing was complete, there were blue chalk marks on her cheek and the tip of her nose. She sat back to admire her work blowing once more to clear the hair from her face. She looked around at Helena and Tessa and gave them a smile. It looked pretty good. Now for the rest of the items. Dori placed the bowl at the center of her circle. The candles around the outside at each apex of her inner lifework and shells and sand between. Doris’s eyes were drawn to her notebook as she read her spell, placing each one and finished by pouring some of the water from her bottle into the bowl. Everything was ready. Doris took a deep breath and sat back again to give it all a once over and compare it to her notes. It looked like a perfect match. She wasn’t sure how long she had been working on her circle, but it was long enough to make standing a chore. When she felt stable enough, Doris stretched and cracked her back. Now for the fun part. (Tessa Thompson (ID: WTCH842-0001Area of Study:Conjuring Date and Time:Saturday, September 7th | Conjuration Class Location:Conjuration Summoning Room Tag:OPEN Notes:Summons like a pro =]Tessa thumbed through the photos and videos on her phone; over two dozen different images and clips had been taken just this morning before class as the redhead documented life as a GRL. Since her acceptance into the prestigious school, she had changed her content towards chronicling the magical misadventures happening around her and people ate it up. She was getting clicks and commentary faster than she could keep up with. She scrolled past rainy pictures, fountain pictures, wet t-shirt pictures - who was that girl with the green hair? - and finally found her homework. It was the first and only homework assignment she had completed this semester. Academics were boring, but Tessa was a conjuring major. Instead of goofing off, she had put in the effort to get the assignment finished and had received permission for the summoning without needing to re-do anything. She hadn't mentioned that to anyone - it was better that people didn't depend on her for schoolwork help! She confirmed that what she had put down for summoning a salamander and then started recording." Look at this circle. A perfect 360! I've got the ash. I've got the wax. Furthermore, I've got the flint. Get ready to see a saucy salamander succumb to my sophisticated sorcery!" She gave a cheesy grin, excited to begin her incantation. She held up the camera as far as her arm would take it and gave a quick spin, capturing her classmates finishing their own binding rituals. (Amelia Middle (She/Her)Student ID: N/Age/Year: Occult Studies Department Admin Area of Study:Weaving and Making Date and Time:Saturday, September 7th | Conjuration Class Location:Conjuration Summoning Room Tag:Rule | Mentioning Professors Lately and Poole haggard Amelia Middle slid to a halt in front of the summoning lab doors. The screeching cry of Paul, her messenger mandrake, had been successful at doing little more than unnerving and dazing the scattered students who had been left out of the summoning lab when its hermetically sealed doors closed. Not even Paul’s crying would alert anyone behind those doors once they had been shut and sealed by the instructor. Luckily Amelia knew the emergency opening incantation for every threshold in the school.“Hush, Pauline!” She said sharper than she had intended. Pauline stopped crying with an indignant whimper, and Amelia gave her an apologetic look. Somewhere behind her, she heard the thump of a stunned student fall out of their chair. She would send a nurse to check on everyone later when the immediate emergency was well in hand. Amelda’s hair, make-up, and clothing started off the day in immaculate condition. Her blouse pressed and ironed, her lengthy hair stowed in perfect pigtails and stockings a pristine white. You could tell how her day was going by how flushed, disheveled and rumpled she looked when she appeared. Today was not a good day. Spidery strands of hair had pulled free, and she was constantly blowing them out of her face. Her blouse was wrinkled, and her messenger bag was filled to overflowing with paperwork and scrolls. She was fairly sure there was a trail of left behind her as she had sprinted across campus. Her stockings were splotched with what could have been charcoal or pitch and other unknown smudges. There was a fresh scratch on her pretty cheek, and one of her pigtails was no longer symmetrical on her head. Luckily for Amelia, she knew the emergency opening incantation for every school door, including the summoning lab. Had this been a more run-of-the-mill emergency Amelia would have observed all safety protocols, but this was not run-of-the-mill at all, and she had to risk it. Amelda fished a piece of chalk out of her bag, sending another few sheets of paper floating to the floor, and quickly scrawled out the symbols needed for the emergency opening spell. She placed a hand with long delicate-looking fingers onto the hastily drawn symbols. She noted with not a little disappointment the chipped nail on her ring finger. With a defeated sigh, she whispered the opening incantation and felt the wards drop. Amelia pushed the door open quickly and entered with Pauline trudging along behind. Ms. Rule stood, watching her, with a perturbed look on her face. Amelia knew she would have felt the wards drop and wasn’t happy.“What is it, Amelia?” the intense instructor asked.”Forgive my intrusion Ms. Motion, but we have an emergency, and you are needed in the gym. It appears someone summoned an infant Kraken in the lap pool. Ms. Lately and Ms. Poole are requesting your help expeditiously.” Her calm words were at odds with her hard breathing and discombobulated appearance.“Oh!” It was probably the most surprise anyone would hear in her voice the entire semester. Rule hurried towards the door, brushing past the winded Amelia, who wished nothing more than to sit down for a moment to catch her breath.” Let’s go, Miss Middle.” Rule ordered as she reached the door. Amelia sighed again and forced the wariness away.“Yes, Professor Motion.” She replied dutifully and hurried after her.“Please continue, students. This won’t be but a moment.” It was clear from the look Amelia shot Ms. Motion before the lab door closed, and the seals flared back to life, she thought the instructor's assessment was overly optimistic.~This Conjuration Class Scene is Closed to New Students. Only Students who have already posted their arrival can post. Let the smuttiness begin!~ (Student ID: WTCH101-2451Area of Study:Cauldron Arts Date and Time:Saturday, September 7th | Conjuration Class Location:Conjuration Summoning Room Tag:Open Notes:Plans to summon an imp and doesn't follow the plan Cassie had worked hard on her homework for Conjuration class. It was barely the second week of class, and she didn't want to fall behind. It hadn't been easy for her. She'd lost interest in her paper a few times, and for the first four days she'd only ever been able to draw her circle the same way a handful of times before she wanted to deviate and add to it. It was only after a stern discussion with Ms. Motion that she discovered the importance of being precise. She didn't like it, but she followed the rules. It still took several more attempts before she could draw the circle exactly the same ten times in a row. She just wasn't very artistic, she conceded to herself. It was first thing this morning that she got her permission to participate in lab that day. While not nearly as excited as the other girls, she was anxious to see if all her hard work mattered. When Ms. Motion directed them to gather their ingredients, Cassie was one of the stragglers to leave her desk and go to the cupboards. She retrieved a granite basin, volcanic ash, brimstone, a raw chicken leg, and distilled sulfur. She popped the cork of the vial which held the sulfur and made a disgusted face when she verified it was still potent. Furthermore, she then grabbed the lavender, sage, and water needed to cleanse the area before she could have drawn her circle. Furthermore, she had made two trips from her workstation to the cupboard, and when she brought back the cleansing solution, she immediately got to work mixing the ingredients with the water and then used a freshly clipped pine branch, full of long green needles dipped in the lavender and sage solution to scour the area. Satisfied with her cleaning, she consulted her notes and began to draw her circle. It was at that time that Ms. Amelia entered. A baby kraken in the swimming pool? Weren't they known for being extremely curious? She couldn't help but recall the erotic book she'd read recently about a witch and her pet kraken. The book had been all kinds of naughty. She watched as Ms Motion and Ms Amelia left then looked back to her notes. There'd been an alteration she hadn't gotten approved, but it was sound in theory. In her opinion, it didn't alter the protective seal or the binding mechanism of her circle. Besides, last week, Ms. Motion had said that some alterations to a circle were necessary, hadn't she? Seeing now was her opportunity to deviate from the approved method, Cassie quickly drew the additions with the volcanic ash. She was almost giddy with anticipation to discover if it did what it was supposed to do. She was inspired by True and Tilly to summon an imp in the first place. If her research was correct, her imp should have an extra something, and yet be as hot and sexy as Tilly. (Cross Student ID:WTCH715-2080Age/Year19/Freshman Area of Study:History of Witchery Date and Time:Saturday, September 7th | Conjuration Class Location:Conjuration Laboratory Tag:| OPEN |Notes:Failed her Summoning. Possessed by this Imp ((Name Unknown). Also summoned This Imp ((Name Unknown)The perfect storm of mistakes, contrivances, and sabotage were ready to coalesce in the Conjuration Laboratory, and Helena had no idea that she was going to be at its Epicenter. The mistakes were a simple combination: Negligence on her part in rechecking the Conjuration circle after it had been confirmed, as well as not having some sort of anti-tampering ward. The contrivances were loss of Professor Rule; pulled away at the last minute by Amelia due to an emergency in the Gymnasium. The Sabotage, as would later be discovered, was a direct result of one particularly malignant member of Beta Iota Chi getting revenge on someone for a slight that probably didn't really exist. Alena Marsh getting revenge on Dorothy for...nothing, probably. Either way, with Professor Rule confirming they should continue with their Conjuration Circles, Helena felt herself emboldened. History Witch though she was, Helena found Conjuration had a certain appeal as a secondary focus. It was a delight to practice something that demanded precision, and yet also offered something practical and immediate. Her study of the past often got tossed aside as being the drudged up dregs of long dead, long useless trivia. She'd had the debate with Cassie, in fact, not that long ago. Helena saw it as a beautiful attempt to sift gold from dust, but she also saw the need to dust herself off every once in a while, and really dive into the nitty-gritty of something in the here-and-now. The Here-and-now, in this case, was her finished circle of summoning. It was a Tricycle construction; each layering the other in an intricate and elaborate circle of runes that started in Gaelic, then moved to a Germanic script, and finally to a very old form of Anglo-Saxon style Old English. Perhaps a bit of showboating on Helena's side, but she liked to show the fruits of her labor from time to time. She'd pre-drawn the circles a half-dozen times by now, but completing the real thing was an experience. She used magic to essentially draw the circles for her, telepathically manipulating several pieces of chalk like a puppet master would. Next, the candles. She set them in the shape of a Pentagram, making sure to point it upwards, with the point facing North. Then came the final part of the ritual. The Charcoal in her hand, she stood in the middle of the circle and began to chant. She spoke her incantations as hushed whispers, Gaelic flowing from her lips in almost song-like chant. “Canada mi a take, Their mi Bertha DHA. Dean Martha air mo whims, No cool afraid air strip Moor.*” There was a flash of heat in the clenched fist of the English Witch, the Charcoal seemingly heating up, then spreading as it was crushed in her hand, ground up to be sacrificed as a catalyst. If not for a change to two of the Runes, Helena would have completed the summoning flawlessly. She was well within the right place to conjure a Salamander forth and bind it to her will with such a simple incantation, as well as the triplicate binding. Each tier, if focused on a single creature, would have shackled it's body, then its mind, then its soul. It was perhaps a simpler construction than she could have used, but it was also the least taxing. It would basically cost her no great source of magical energy, and allow her to be at full power after the Conjuration was completed. Unfortunately, two runes changed made all the difference in the world. What should have been one Salamander was now calling forth two Imps; Decently powerful ones at that. This invalidated her strategy multiple times over, not least of all because binding two creatures with her constructed circle was basically asking for disaster. The Binding was meant to feed itself when it bound the creature's body, but since two things were fighting against the magical tethers, they strained... Anyone watching Helena's conjuration would see it unravel before their eyes. The circles coalesced around the two creatures being borne into the world of Charcoal, fire, and magic. They clamped around the beings and stretched, contorted to try and fit two wriggling forms. Then the second attempted to grasp around the pair's head, shearing and shattering after a few seconds of bashing the humanoid balls of fire against each other. Finally, the third circle was meant to brand itself on the Salamander's chest, and replicate itself on Helena's bosom. It was a sort of tether that would have, if all went well, bound the pair together. Instead, one of the wriggling fiery forms lashed out and grasped the circle within its slender fingers. At this point, the two creatures had formed into reality. The circles mostly shattered and, in an effort to repair the damage, Helena's own magic was sucked into the creatures. The failsafe was empowering the imps, and gave the smaller of the two primordial beings - a Humanoid made of fire and brimstone – the chance to make use of the distracted, weakened Helena, who was already prepped for a soul-binding. It skipped over to Helena, touching the pale skinned woman and seemingly melding into the Goth's pale flesh. Heat and passion and magic flowed and then vanished, absorbed into Helena, whose eyes opened to reveal a pink film Huang them. Possession compete. The other creature, a 4'8 Imp of Red Skin, full lips, brown hair, and long bullish horns wrapped in golden chains, seemed to stretch in all of her devilish splendor. She was busty, and barely covered in a black dress that hugged a deliciously full hourglass figure, with slits down her thighs. Her wiry tail seemed to move with a prehensile intelligence, as she walked over to the possessed Helena and smiled, gripping her chin between manicured red fingers. “We're free, my sweet.” Helena's voice responded, even if it wasn't her words. “We are, my love; for now. You look ravishing as always...” Helena's eyes flickered, a sort of 'fuck-me' haze over them as she looked at the Imp first, then the rest of the class.“Oh, don't worry dear. I intend to do plenty of ravishing before this opportunity ceases.” Leaning in, the Imp kissed 'Helena', a sensuous tongue-laden touch of lips that left a trail of spittle between the two women. “Now, who should we mess with first?”(*Gaelic Translation, according to Google: “I call the flame, I give it life. Serve my whims, or face great strife.”) (Teagan Blackwood (#msg15782372)Student ID: WTCH333-6969Area of Study:Conjuration Date and Time:Saturday, September 7th, Conjuration Class Location:Conjuration Summoning Room Tag:Open Notes:Summoning a Gnome...but instead gets a horny DryadTeagan was diligently drawing out her summoning circle. The circle had extra swirly Celtic knots, leaf patterns that were there purely for decoration around the important parts of the summoning circle. As long as she stuck to her pattern, the decorative parts wouldn't matter. She probably shouldn't have included the decorative patterns to her summoning circle, all it did was add extra complexity to her design. But she couldn't help herself, she wanted her circle to be pretty and functional as well. She was aware of the other students drawing their circles around her, but she knew that they were far enough apart so that there would be no concern of their magics interfering with others casting. Of course, she couldn't help checking out each of the other students, everyone was so pretty in the class and in their sorority. Everyone else was finishing their circles, she better hurry and catch up. Can't be seen as slower than the others. She was drawing in a rune and stopped, considering her notes and then tipping her head back, something seemed wrong with it, but it was in her notes clear as day. She was pulling up her memories of studying and writing down these runes when suddenly the locked doors crashed open and Miss Middle came running in calling for Professor Motion. The red-headed student stopped what she was doing and listened with curiosity as prof Motion was being called away to deal with a Kraken in the laps pool. Whoever made that mistake was going to be in a lot of trouble when Prof Motion got a hold of them, she did not tolerate sloppy summoning and whoever summoned a Kraken into the pool had surely made lots of mistakes. On Prof Othón ordering the students to get back to their lesson, Teagan turned her attention back to her design as the doors closed, and she could feel the wards coming back up. With a quick scan, she figured out where she had left off and got back to work quickly, it would be another 5 minutes to finish, mainly because of all the extra design she added on to make her circle a work of art. In the background she couldn't help rolling her eyes at Tessa's declaration of her perfect circle and then spending some time taking pictures Sure, Tessa might have drawn a perfect circle, but it wasn't as pretty as hers. With a final flourish, she drew the last petal with a satisfied smile as she looked over her circle. It was very pretty and matched her notes as she nodded satisfied. Putting her away her drawing supplies and notes to the side, Pulling out her wand as she moved to the south side of the circle. With a fancy flourish of her wand, "Intended," she lit the green candy as she took a deep breath, mentally running through her ritual in her head before she began. She had designed her ritual in song form as her beautiful voice song the ritual calling for a fey being of the earth to answer her summons. She kept her focus on a summoning a gnome, a harmless and helpful fey. Her hands gestating beautifully in the air as her voice released her sung ritual, she made a grand gesture with her hands flinging out toward the circle as she released her magic. She could feel her magic surging into the circle, but something was wrong, the circle was pulling more power from her than she had planned, but it was dangerous to stop a summons in the middle of the spell as she noticed the air in her circle shimmering, the smell of fresh earth wafting towards her. She could see a crouching figure becoming solid in the middle of her circle as he gasped, trying to keep her mind on calling a gnome, but that isn't what came through.(gasped as the spell finished, and she saw a green toned woman standing up. The first thought Teagan had was that the woman was beautiful, the second was that she was naked and a dryad. Alarms started going off in the red head's brain as the third thing she noticed was that the dryad didn't look happy. The Dryad looked down at the offerings in front of her in disgruntlement, she had just found a lovely to breed with, and now the lovely was going to be getting away. It had been ages since she had been so rudely summoned, without even the courtesy of a message. She looked down at the offering of clean water, sweets and a shining gem. She reached down for the water bowl and sweets and stood up. Looking around to see who had summoned her. Turning to face to the south, her eyes opened in realization as she saw the busty red head recovering from summoning her. She dropped the water bowl and sweets and looked down at the circle to see the restrictions on it. She knew that if she accepted any of the offerings, that would start binding her, and she didn't want that, she had a far better idea of an offering that sexy human could offer her. Smiling as she felt the magic in the circle, she realized all the little mistakes that had gone into it." Well, hello my sweet. You interrupted my fun and your offerings are woefully inadequate." She slowly strutted across the circle toward Teagan with a confident leering smile. Teagan gulped as she couldn't keep herself from scanning the beautiful dryad in front of. The dryad's sharp face, the smooth, green wooden aspect of the woman's skin, her huge, full, firm breasts jiggling on her chest with each step, her flat stomach, and her huge cock. "Umm... I am sorry, I wasn't trying to summon ....oh my goddess!! You have a cock!!!" She squealed in shock as her eyes locked on the hard shaft with a drop of precut glistening on the crown. The Dryad leered, "Yes, and now I want some satisfaction that you will provide me, since you interrupted my fun." The green skinned woman stopped at the edge of the circle and smiling confidently started reaching for Teagan." Umm, just give me one moment and I can send," Teagan's eyes widen as she spoke quickly, trying to calm the disgruntled dryad leering at her breasts. The young witch watched in shock at the barrier became visible, having the look of cellphone catching the light and stretching as the Dryad was reaching for her. Teagan immediately started sending more magic energy into the ward, trying to strengthen it as she could feel it about to break. Suddenly the cellphone looking barrier popped like a bubble, sending a shock into Teagan as she staggered." You will call me Nyasa or Mistress," Nyasa the dryad smirked as the felt the ward shatter, stunning the young, busty witch long enough for her to grab the young woman by her top. Clumping the soft fabric in her hand, she yanked the young woman inside the circle and started to cast a ward of protection based on the circle to make sure she was interrupted in her coming fun. Teagan squealed as she found herself pressed up against the dryad's firm body, the tall woman's breasts mashing into the young woman's face as she felt the hard shaft rubbing against her belly. "Aah...wait...what... am... I getting...out of this!" (Dorothy “Doris” Blaine (She/Her)Student ID: WTCH101-1469Age/Year: 18 / Freshman Area of Study:Sexology 101Date and Time:Saturday, September 7th | Conjuration Class Location:Conjuration Summoning Room Tag:Helena and Teagan, Openwork's words were unlike most of what her class was likely familiar with; she spoke in ways that wrenched at the mind and tugged at sanity. The sounds bordered on subjects best left in the restricted section and alternated between guttural and sibilant. She moved about her circle, her body bowing and retracting her arms outstretched in supplication, then raised to the sky in praise. Hips swam in a hypnotic rhythm as the words poured out of her. Her conjuration was a take on an old Innsmouthian incantation, twisted to reach the ocean's crushing depths instead of the dark void of space. Her dance sultry and calling and very much not what her friends would have thought her capable of. But these old rites called for an enticement. They called for orgiastic enthusiasm, but Doris wasn't summoning the Baker, the shoot, or the elder things. Hence, her dance was provocative, not vulgar. Teasing not torturous. It should have worked. It didn't. Ironically, it was the same chaos sown into her classmate's spells that saved Doris from being sucked into the void by whatever multi-mouthed, slobbering entity her summoning circle had been changed to call. Doris was lost in concentration and hadn't seen Helena possessed by her naughty little imp, as her back was to it when it happened. By the time Helena would come into view, Doris caught a glimpse of her making out with a gorgeous imp. Doris's words almost faltered. She miscalculated a step and never noticed the scuffed chalk line her foot made but did her best to recover. Her spell was practically complete. She might have made it had Teagan and her dryad not come majestically in view. By majestic, she was referring to the large cock that sprouted from the dryad legs. Dori absolutely mangled the last of her words. She thought for sure that her incantation had utterly failed as she gawked at the very nude woodland spirit. Doris failed to see the swirl of impossible colors forming behind her or hear the sickening squelch of a newly formed rift. No, she was too busy staring at that massive dick." Oh, thank you. Thank you. THANK YOU!" Before Doris could turn around, she felt arms wrap around her in a huge hug." I never thought I would get to come HERE! I mean, people a little crazy never hurt anyone, right?" Another around wrapped her, and she felt it slip under her shirt, and she stiffened in surprise. Who the fuck was…squeezing her tit!"OH, THANK YOU, THANK YOU, THANK… O.M.G. Did you see that enormous schwanzstucker!" The thing that had a firm grip around her left breast popped out of the top of her shirt, and a big orange eye joined her in staring at the dryad's engorged anatomy before it popped up and started Doris in the eye.("WHAT THE FUCK!" she practically screamed and looked down to see what looked like black-gloved arms wrapped around her waist. A series of black tentacles now wrapped around her thigh and breast and bicep and were all looking at either her or the dryad, who had just dragged Teagan into the circle with her. Dori felt a remarkably soft cheek press against her own, and the arms gave her a squeeze, and so did the tentacles, and that sent a shiver through her that had nothing to do with fear. When she turned her head to look at the entity giving her a hug, she found the prettiest pink eye starting at her with big black eyelashes and framed by a mane of wild black hair. She was…adorable. The eye gave a slightly embarrassed flutter and blushed before that cute face darted in for a quick kiss." My Hero." She(?) said to a stunned Doris, who apparently had no issue being groped by the cute aberration. A hand or perhaps a tentacle had begun playing with the band of her yoga pants too." I have some crazy flute music I bet you'd like. We can listen to it later." That eye looked around sheepishly." I have to go now before that teacher lady comes back," she said, already disappearing from view until it was just her face and that eye that was left. Wait, has she been naked!?!" Mwah! BYEEEEEE!" she said with a set of kiss lips and vanished from view. A dumbstruck Doris saw Helena come into her line of sight. "Umm… Do you think we should help her?" she asked, referring to the trapped Teagan until the sounds that were coming from the circle reached her ears." Or maybe we shouldn't?" she wasn't sure what to think now. (Student ID: WTCH101-2451Area of Study:Cauldron Arts Date and Time:Saturday, September 7th | Conjuration Class Location:Conjuration Summoning Room Tag:Helena, Teagan, Doris, Open Notes:Interested in all the sexy summons! Cassie was finishing up her impromptu alterations when she heard some of the other girls begin to chant. She wasn't familiar with the languages they were using, but it sounded pretty; hypnotic even. She stood back from her circle, careful not to accidentally smear any of the lines and carefully brushed her hands from the ash back into the granite bowl. Furthermore, she then stepped away to gather her notes. Furthermore, she hadn't tried to memorize this. Even the slightest error or forgotten word could result in something unexpected, which while that sounded extremely exciting, likely wasn't something one purposefully performed in Ms. Motion's class. She quietly read over the chant in her mind and familiarized herself with the words, one last time. She took a deep breath to steady herself and opened her mouth prepared to start her own summons. It was at that exact time that Helena completed her ritual and Cassie forgot, for the moment, what she was supposed to be doing. It was fairly obvious, even to Cassie who was admittedly not very good at Conjuration, that something wasn't right. First, there were two beings. A pang of jealousy initially swelled within the pink-haired witch. She didn't know they could have two!? The way the circle seemed to try and bind the creatures, and then appeared to fail thrice. Goosebumps quickly populated Cassie's arms and the little hairs at the back of her neck stood on end. What was happening wasn't right. Her eyes went wide when it appeared one of the summoned entities merged itself with Helena. Cass looked to the front of the class, but already knew there wasn't any help before she saw the empty place Ms. Motion usually took. Her ears registered another end to someone's chanting, and she looked to her left just in time to see the Dryad emerge, discard the offerings and loom down on Teagan. A third chant ended, the one that made her head hurt and skin crawl. She glanced to where Doris's circle was just in time to see. An eye? Disappear." What was that?"she asked the blue-skinned sister. If Doris responded she didn't catch it as a popping sound caused her to look left once more. Her mouth dropped agape when she saw Teagan pulled into the warded circle. The unclothed, and well-endowed, Dryad had started to fondle the stunned GRL. Her eyes quickly went to Doris as she stepped away from the two summons that had gone wrong." Umm... I may've slept through the part where Ms. Motion told us what to do if something like this happened. They'll be okay, right?"she asked with uncertainty. Sure a little rough fucking by a giant dick wasn't soon bad. It even made Cassie a little envious. Helena, on the other hand, was being possessed and subsequently making out with a sexy demon an elective offered at the school, or just an extracurricular club? Either way, Cass would need to investigate volunteering for such a thing." I'm not really the best when it comes to this stuff, but I don't think we'll be able to breach the Dryad's wards. I'm more concerned for Helena. Furthermore, I don't think any of her wards were effective. Making a deal is likely our only chance to rescue her?" No doubt it was a question. Though, if she was asking the demons or Doris, that could be debated. Either way, she knew she'd have to be more clever than the hell spawn if she was going to be able to negotiate her friend's release." Be extra careful with what you say." It was something she thought Ms. Motion had said. Maybe? Probably. It sounded like good advice, regardless. (Cross Student ID:WTCH715-2080Age/Year19/Freshman Area of Study:History of Witchery Date and Time:Saturday, September 7th | Conjuration Class Location:Conjuration Laboratory Tag:Doris, Cassie | OPEN |Notes:Failed her Summoning. Possessed by this Imp ((Name Unknown), who is trying to tempt Cassie. Also summoned This Imp ((Name Unknown), who is trying to 'tempt' Doris. Dori seemed too distracted to notice that Helena was possessed, the briefly-dumbstruck darling wandering close enough to the Imp-touched Helena that she could touch her. Pointing out Tea gen, Doris seemed mystified, but that wasn't something that this Helena cared about. She reached a hand out, her finger stroking along Doris's bottom lip gliding down the Old-Blooded darling's chin. “You...smell delicious. Like Salt and promise fucked and had a pretty-eyed baby.” 'Helena' giggled, looking like she might lean in for a kiss......only to suddenly turn. Cassie would see Helena's neck snap to the left at the mention of a deal. The sultry gaze of the normally more reserved Gamma Rho Lambda sister was already undressing the Pink-Haired beauty with her eyes. “Pooh, I do love deals.” She said, Helena's pink tongue darting out and licking along her full lips. “What sort of deals, little lamb? Would you offer your body instead? Maybe your soul?” She said, feigning seriousness before giggling doubling over into full-blown laughter. Helena's entire body shook and shuddered with her mirth. She stepped away from Doris, towards Cassie with a predatory gaze in her glazed-over eyes. The other Imp, the one not possessing Helena's body, turned its focus onto Doris instead. “Pooh, you do smell good. Can I possess you? Better yet, can I kiss you? Can I fuck you? Pooh, you can fuck me if you want. I can give you anything you want. All you have to do is ask.” The Red-Skinned creature blew a kiss from her over-plump lips, her head swaying to an unknown beat as she pressed herself against Doris's leg and thigh, her oversized bust looking ridiculous on her smaller frame. Being near her almost seemed to radiate a sort of heat; a warmth that tried to enter through the nose and push right into the brain. “Imagine what it'd be like to have your my tongue between your legs, tasting that salty treasure of yours. I could grow a cock, or make your breasts bigger, or make it so you have tentacles, or anything! Just give me a promise, and I'll give you anything...” This Demonic Imp was clearly the less subtle of the two, basically trying to bully Doris into making a deal, as opposed to offering the woman a chance to make her own noose. If either of them were trackable... It was clear who would potentially be the Imp pair's downfall. (Teagan Blackwood (#msg15782372)Student ID: WTCH333-6969Area of Study:Conjuration Date and Time:Saturday, September 7th, Conjuration Class Location:Conjuration Summoning Room Tag:Open Notes:Summoning a Gnome...but instead gets a horny DryadNyssa grinned as she yanked down Teagan's top, watching the young woman's huge, firm bosom bouncing at the violet undressing, "Well, I am not going to become your familiar." The dryad stated empathically, one hand griping Teagan's red hair tightly as her other hand groped the young woman's full breast roughly." Heeyy.... don't ...AAAAA...mammal.engage," Teagan yelped in shock as her silk corset was ripped off her body and tossed aside as her huge breasts jiggled and bounced before the dryad grabbed her by her long, silky wavy red locks with one hand and the other hand grabbed one of her breasts and started squeezing roughly. Teagan tried to hold back the moan of pleasure as her breast was mauled. "Aah.ah.how... mmm... about. Aaaa... I can...call...on...you...for...help," she moaned as pleasure surged through her body as her nipples was flicked." Hmmmm," Nyasa thought about Teagan's request as she pushed the young woman to her knees, flexing her huge shaft to slap it across the red head witch's face as she leered down at the young woman who was lightly struggling, trying to get free. The dryad didn't believe for a moment the witch wanted free, she could see the arousal as the witch looked up at her body. "Every time you call me, afterward I get to breed you." Teagan gasped as her face was slapped by the hard, smooth wooden feeling shaft as it slapped across her face several times, flushing in embarrassment. "AAH...isn't...what...this.about... me... giving.you myself now.... paying...for your.help," the red-headed, busty witch tried to argue as the tall dryad bent her legs and slapped her huge shaft between her huge, full breasts and start sawing back and forth teasingly, fucking the witch's huge bosom, the tip coming to Teagan's mouth and dripping pre-cum across her lips. Nyssa shook her head as she slowly pumped her huge, hard, smooth shaft through Teagan's cleavage as her strong, slender fingers mash the witch's huge breasts around the dryad's thick shaft as she pushes the crown of her shaft against Teagan's mouth. "This is for summoning me without permission, interrupting my fun." Nyasa does her best to not reveal that Teagan must be very powerful because the Dryad hadn't had a choice but to get summoned, and it has been awhile since that has happened. "You are going to get fucked for today no matter what," the dryad stated hotly as she smeared her crown against Teagan's lips, letting the witch taste her honeyed cum. "Soon... accept my deal or not," the sexy, aggressive dryad demanded. Teagan whimpered hotly as the crown smeared hot, honey flavored cum against her lips as she hesitantly licked at the crown as she flushed at the position she was in. She looked around the room and saw that she wasn't the only one having trouble, as she saw Doris and Cassie facing off with an Imp. Her hair was yanked, forcing her attention back towards Nyasa, as the sexy dryad as getting impatient. Quickly considering her options, Dryads could be really helpful, and it isn't like she opposed to some sex with the sexy dryad, and it would only be when she called for help, which means the Dryad would have motivation to help her if she was in danger. "MFF.... only....MFF... after... the MFF...help... is...completed mfffffgaggggg," she bargained back with the dryad, only for the hand on her hair tighten, and force her head down, as her mouth spread open obscenely wide to take the dryad's huge shaft." Deal!" Nyasa purred as she fucked Teagan's face, forcing more and more of her shaft into the witch's hot, wet mouth. "Now suck my cock! It is time you apologized for interrupting my fun!" Teagan moaned and gagged as she took Nyasa's huge she cock into her mouth as the woman pumped roughly, each thrust sending more cock into her mouth as the red head's hands clenched at the wood spirit's thighs as she was face fucked. (Student ID: WTCH101-2451Area of Study:Cauldron Arts Date and Time:Saturday, September 7th | Conjuration Class Location:Conjuration Summoning Room Tag:Helena, Doris | Mention: TeaganNotes:Imps and Dryads and Dicks, Oh My! Maybe keeping her mouth shut would've been a more prudent thing to do. Her first instinct had been to try and help. However, that had only earned the now-possessed Helena's attention. A Helena who'd never moved so seductively or spoken so to Cassie before. Admittedly, they'd only really known each other for a week." What sort of deals, little lamb? Would you offer your body instead? Maybe your soul?” A sense of dread mingled with a sexual excitement that Cassie hadn't known before. She stood and took a hesitant half-step backwards. Her eyes drifted to the circle she'd completed a moment ago. It had been designed for an imp, but her alterations may have made the structure unsound, and Helena's presence might also cause the binding to fail. Her mind reeled as she tried to think quickly,"No, not my soul... or my body..." Helena might know how to fix this. Would being possessed by the imp free her Sorority sister? Would Helena then be able to save her? That was a lot to put on someone she'd only met a few days ago. Helena was a History witch, she thought. While the girl was smart, she may not know what to do. Gosh darn it. Who were the Conjuration specialists in GRL? Cassie couldn't remember; not with an imp-possessed Helena bearing down upon her." I want my sister back, unharmed. What do you want in return?" She wished she'd focused more on her homework. What type of Imp was this? And how had she possessed Helena so easily? Her eyes flicked to Doris, but the blue-skinned GRL had her own problems. A wider look for help caused a flush to color her cheeks. Damn, Teagan. How do you open your mouth so wide? Blue eyes snapped back to the Imp." What do you want?" (SkatariousStudent ID: WTCH873-2064Area of Study:Weaving and Making Date and Time:Saturday, September 7th | Conjuration Class Location:Conjuration Summoning Room → Laboratory Exterior Tag:Open Initially, Alexis had not thought much of the departure of the professor. These things happened, and it wasn't as if this was some off the cuff experiment. If she thought the students here could handle it then they likely could. The real benefit was that it meant more time to observe, and less time getting the boot back to the library for another attempt at her paper. That was not the sort of opportunity she would let pass up, so she remained inconspicuous against the wall as she observed everyone. As it turned out though, what she got to witness was another thing entirely. She supposed there was some summoning, but she was pretty sure to summon wasn't supposed to ward off themselves with the summoner like that. To say nothing of the various other sexy things going on. While fun to watch, she had the feeling that the tenets of the Sorority weren't really meant to be applied in a situation like this. Plus, knowing the Professor she'd probably blow a fuse when she came back to see this. Knowing that, and realizing that what she saw here would likely only be of limited use to her educational efforts now, Alexis quietly slipped out the front door while everyone was distracted with their summons or pondering what to do. As the door closed, she pondered what to do. Go get help? Well, the professor would be back eventually, and it didn't seem like anyone in there was in immediate danger of being eaten or fucked to death. And she didn't want to get in trouble for hanging around despite instructions otherwise. For now, maybe discretion was the better part of valor as she made her way away from the Laboratory. (Tessa Thompson (ID: WTCH842-0001Area of Study:Conjuring Date and Time:Saturday, September 7th | Conjuration Class Location:Conjuration Summoning Room Tag:OPEN Notes:Attempting to convey: Tessa is hinting to be careful with word choice, suggesting they wait it out by distracting the summons with what they came for. Tessa's back was still towards the rest of the class, her arm outstretched as she narrated the fiasco that was unfolding behind her. Instead of pausing her recording to start her own summoning, she had looked on (through her camera) at the unexpected turn of events that had caused several lusty summonses to appear. Although stunned (she needed to write down those spells for later use!), she had quickly switched gears into "social media mode" to describe what was happening to her fellow witches. The full video would likely never see the light of day (anything that cast GRLs in a negative light was quickly nixed on the cutting room floor), but that didn't mean it was any less entertaining to film! "And oh! Let's zoom in; it looks like Teagan feels the need for that dryad seed!" Tessa would definitely be reviewing that footage in private later. She watched as her fellow redhead guzzled that gargantuan cock like a champ while listening to Cassie entice Helena with a deal. Tessa turned from one classmate to the next, giving each their 15 seconds of fame." Oh, that was definitely a possession we witnessed," Tessa said, looking into the camera before changing the frame to fit Helena, Doris, and Cassie. "So to recap, 4 crazy summonses. 2 are looking for a good time, 1 that is having a good time," she made sure focus in on the dryad before she filled the screen entirely, "and 1 that has disappeared! I'd love to stay and chat, but things are getting heated in here! Remember to subscribe so you can get notifications and find out what happens next in this edition of Summoning Gone Wild!" She stuck out her tongue and lifted her fingers into a peace sign before winking (She held the pose for a fraction of a second longer than what was considered normal before smiling naturally and pushing the "stop" button on her camera. The urge to scroll through the content she had captured since class started was strong, but there were more pressing issues to deal with. "Promises? Deals? That talk is all so formal" Tessa said with a wave of her hand. She seemed flippant, but she was anything but. She was cognizant enough to realize they were in dangerous territory - Helena was possessed, and it could be very easy for anyone one of them to be suckered into a contract with terms and conditions that came back to bite in the ass. Tessa didn't even want to think of what the dryad had in store for Teagan (well, maybe she did a little) and Doris was currently under pressure from the imp. Luckily for them, these sexy summons only seemed to have one thing on their mind - to enjoy their new situation as physically as possible! Hopefully Alexis would be back with Professor Motion soon. All they had to do in the meantime was distract the imps and dryad with a good time while waiting for help!" I think it's clear what she wants," Tessa said, infringing on the conversation further. She pocketed her phone and made her way to the outside of Helena's summoning circle. In a rare moment of academic clarity, Tessa gave an internal assessment of the situation. The conjuring major tapped her chin thoughtfully. The entities that had been conjured were far outside the boundaries of the assignment. Motion would have been very pissed to see this outcome and Tessa didn't think any of the GRLs would have purposely attracted the professor's wrath like this just for a few laughs. None of the bindings had taken full affect. All the creatures had some very carnal needs that need to be satiated. Was this related to the Kraken? Had someone placed a hex on summoning as part of some elaborate prank? Tessa looked down at the summoning circle - there were just so many different ways to summon a creature that it would be hard to tell what was wrong at a glance. Further, these had been personally checked and signed off by the professor! Hmm, was that a scuff mark?" Before we make any commitments, wouldn't it be fun to get to know each other a little more? I mean, sure, talking is fun, but there are so many other ways a mouth can be used." Tessa gestured to the dryad with a mischievous grin to make her meaning clear. "There are two of you," she gestured to Helena and the Imp, "there are two of you," she gestured to Cassie and Doris, "wouldn't it be exciting to spend a few minutes exploring this new opportunity? All this talk of growing dicks and tentacles has me intrigued, but whatever happened to foreplay?" The witch took a step backwards as she spoke, drawing attention to the fact that the four of them pairing up didn't include her. No, Tessa had different plans and they included that dryad! --er, helping Teagan. "But hey, don't let me tell you how to have your fun," she said, shrugging her shoulders. Honestly, Tessa was feeling a little too confident that help would arrive before Doris or Cassie were put into a compromising situation (clearly, Tessa had an entirely different threshold for what constituted as "compromising"). She smiled again before turning her back on the foursome and taking a look at the dryad and Teagan." And speaking of fun..." Tessa was clearly looking for an invitation which was surprising since she often had no problem inviting herself into a situation. (Teagan Blackwood (#msg15782372)Student ID: WTCH333-6969Area of Study:Conjuration Date and Time:Saturday, September 7th, Conjuration Class Location:Conjuration Summoning Room Tag:Tessa, everyone | NPC: NyssaNotes:Summoning a Gnome...but instead gets a horny DryadTeagan moaned and gagged on Nyasa's huge shaft as the Dryad pounded her long, thick, hard wood into the red head's mouth, each thrust getting deeper and deeper, banging against the back of Teagan's mouth as she was sucking hard on the shaft, trying to slow the Dryad's thrusts down, but not succeeding very well. She moaned as the Dryad's pre-cum crippled on her tongue, tasting like a thick, sweet syrup. Suddenly Teagan's attempt to keep Nyasa out of her throat came to naught as Nyasa pulled Teagan's head back by her silky red locks and thrust into the conjurer's throat, a squeal of shock and pleasure vibrating the huge shaft as it sunk inch after inch into the red head's throat."graft...egg...Murray...mmgggggaaaahhhh uurrrkkkk...succor. Uurrkkk.such,""Fuck this slut can suck!!" Nyasa moaned in pleasure as she fucked Teagan's throat roughly, moaning in pleasure as the red head sucked on her shaft as slender fingers tried to dig into her wood textured thighs as she pumped her hips rhythmically, getting deeper with each thrust, "Her throat is suitor tight!" Looking over at Tessa, the Dryad arched an elegant dark green eyebrows, "Mmm.... enjoying the show my dear? Or are you hoping to join in?" Nyasa asked as she panted in pleasure as she suddenly bottomed out, her pelvis pressing against Teagan's face, who was slapping at her thighs. "Fuck...yeses...suck it slut!! I went too.... easy on her!! I should have..... required... a monthly meeting in our deal!" She told Tessa conversationally as she panted in pleasure as she pumped her huge shaft in and out of Teagan's throat, giving the red-headed conjurer time to suck hard on the crown of Nyasa's huge shaft and incidentally breath through her nose before the shaft was again plunging into her throat. Teagan whimpered as she felt her face being pressed against the Dryad's wood textured, toned belly, indicating she had all the Dryad's she cock in her mouth and throat, whimpering in unexpected pleasure at being throat fucked as she sucked hard on the shaft as she breathed through her nose. She was digging, or trying to dig, her fingers into Nyasa's thighs to ground herself as she felt her core leaking her juices as she sucked on the Dryad's huge shaft, unaware of the show she was giving to Tessa. Teagan's lips were stretched obscenely wide, each time Nyasa bottomed out, the red head's throat bulged outward slightly as her chin rubbed against the Dryad's wet folds."Innings... Yess....SUCK IT.... slutty!!" Nyasa moaned as she was getting closer to blowing her load deep into Teagan's belly as she looked back over at Tessa, "CNG...yeses....do... you think, I could...MMM.convince her.... to OH FUCK! Amend our.... MMM.... deal TAKE IT!!! To give me more ways to come to this plane to ....fuck her more?" Taking into account the flush on Tessa's cheeks, she moaned out curiously, "Are you wanting to help her or help me?" (Dorothy “Doris” Blaine (She/Her)Student ID: WTCH101-1469Age/Year: 18 / Freshman Area of Study:Sexology 101Date and Time:Saturday, September 7th | Conjuration Class Location:Conjuration Summoning Room Tag:Busty Imp, Openwork was clearly in over her head. Her furtive glances about the room made it very clear that she was looking for a place to bolt, but there really wasn’t any way out and the proximity to the sexy imp was not at all lost on her. No dammit! She was not going to cut and run again. If there was a place to run anyway. She had not seen Alexis leave as her concentration was all on the busty imp pressed up against her sweats and grinding her thigh. She swallowed hard and opened her mouth only to snap is shut as Cassie and Tessa spoke. Dori knew she was screwed when it came to bargaining with the imp. Anything she would say would surely be twisted and used against her. Doris wasn’t so great at thinking on the fly and much preferred a planned approach to magic and certainly to summoning. The Imp was just begging for her to say something and was not going to stop her relentless suggestions and deliciously evil little torments unless someone was going to shut her up. She would have certainly asked Teagan her thoughts but a glance over the Imp’s shoulder made her eyes go wide. Watching Teagan deep throat the dryad was quite possibly the one thing that could have made Doris forget about the imp. This of course did not make the busty imp very happy and stepped in front of Doris and pushed those huge boobs against her. Doris’s eyes flashed back and words almost came out of her mouth before she forgot herself.“Messes. Was there something you liked. A nice big cock in your mouth, perhaps. Would you like that more than my tongue? I assure you can do both. Would you like to be fucked? I would love to make you.Murphy.ruff… Mmmmmmm.” It might not have been the most subtle or dignified response, but it was the only thing that came to mind. Doris grabbed the imp by her horns and kissed her roughly. The moment her pointy teeth opened to speak Doris’s tongue slid past them and tangled with the forked muscle inside. Warmth flowed from the imp whose kiss was feverish almost to the point of being uncomfortable, but Doris had the creature pinned to her, and she wasn’t going to escape. The horny little imp had a weakness too it seemed. The creature willingly submitted to Doris’s probing tongue and Doris felt pointy talons dig into her back in response. The pain was exquisite. It drew a moan from Doris who refused to break the kiss for fear of what she might say and her ploy it seemed had worked as the imp kissed her back enthusiastically. It wasn’t until she felt those clutching hands reach her ass and dig their talons into her bubbly behind that she realized perhaps this had been a mistake. The moan that escaped her was audible to those nearby, and she felt dark lips curl into a wicked smile against hers. (Tessa Thompson (ID: WTCH842-0001Area of Study:Conjuring Date and Time:Saturday, September 7th | Conjuration Class Location:Conjuration Summoning Room Tag:OPEN Notes:"I'm here to help me!" Tessa said with an obnoxious grin. "You two certainly don't seem to need it." She looked at Tea gen with a newfound respect; that girl could take a dick down deep. That was nothing to ignore and Tessa found herself enthralled. "I'm definitely enjoying the show. Not as much as you are." She moved in closer, standing behind Teagan. There was something intoxicating about seeing her fellow red-head being taken so rough and so raw and enjoy it so thoroughly. Tess took a knee beside Tea gen and reached out around the grip of the druid to wrap her own hands around the neck of the witch. Tessa wanted to feel the druid's reach as the creature throat-fucked the GRL." Wow," Tessa whispered, feeling the druid penetrate Teagan's throat. "You lucked out, Nyasa. It's not often you find a girl like this!" What had Teagan summoned? More importantly, were there more? Tessa would be thoroughly exploring the craftsmanship of this summoning circle to figure out how things went wrong (yet so right!), but that was an academic exercise for later. "I'm totally willing to let you fuck Teagan each month if you're willing to help us out on demand," Tessa finally replied. She watched Teagan, looking for any signs of distress. For all worldly accounts, the witch seemed to be enjoying what was happening to her. Tessa gave a gentle squeeze on her throat. If she could take this sort of brutal punishment, what else could she take? All sorts of delicious possibilities started piling up in Tessa's head as Tea gen's was thrust back and forth to give Nyasa the pleasure she craved." Whadaya say, you sloppy slut?" Tessa said with more than a little pride. "You like this, don't you?" (Teagan Blackwood (#msg15782372)Student ID: WTCH333-6969Area of Study:Conjuration Date and Time:Saturday, September 7th, Conjuration Class Location:Conjuration Summoning Room Tag:Tessa | Mentions: Doris, Cassie | NPC: NyssaNotes:Summoning a Gnome...but instead gets a horny DryadTeagan gagged and sucked on the Dryad's huge, polished wood shaft as the green skinned woman plundered her throat over and over. The red head conjurer's huge, firm breasts jiggled and mashed into the smooth, wood firm thighs of the dryad as she sucked hard on the shaft, breathing through her nose as her mouth and throat was filled with the dryad's rod. Tessa coming up and watching and then fondling her throat to feel that massive rod distending her throat was super embarrassing and arousing as she saw the look in Tessa's eyes." Gaahh...stuck...gaggggUnrkk.KKK... SUuccckk Gagged KKK!!" She could see Tessa's mouth moving, but she wasn't able to hear anything, because all she could hear was the rushing of her blood as she sucked and gagged on Nyasa's huge polished wooden shaft as her drool coated the shaft and leaked out of her obscenely stretched mouth. Moans vibrating the shaft as the dryad pulled back, so only the head was in Teagan's mouth, leaking sweet sap over her tongue before plunging down her throat again. Nyssa leered at Tessa as the other red head kneeled down to watch the dryad plunge her polished wooden shaft down Teagan's throat, moaning as she felt the slut conjurer's throat massage her shaft as the busty red head sucked on her shaft. "Louis... I like you, witch. What is your name?" Nyasa asked Tessa between moans as she fucked Teagan's throat roughly, wondering how lucky her day was too meet two sexy, busty redheads. "Mmm... fuck.suck it slut," Nyasa moaned as she reacted to a hard suck by Teagan, "and sluts like her can always take more," she winked at Tessa. Nyssa moaned as her slender strong fingers gripped Teagan's wavy red locks tightly as she exploded into Teagan's mouth, flooding the redhead with her thick, syrupy cum as Teagan gagged and swallowed as fast as she could as she fell behind and she cum spurted pass her obscenely stretched lips to splatter on her huge, jiggling breasts and Tessa's hand. Pulling out before she drowned Teagan as the conjurer couldn't keep up as the redhead's cheeks were bulging, Nyasa sprayed the last of her huge, thick load over Teagan and Tessa's faces and breasts. "Mmm...so you want to get in on the deal between Teagan and me and for the addition of you to the ability to call for my help I get to fuck Teagan once a month?" she asked Tessa curiously, but very interested. "But Teagan pays the price each time I am called?" She arched an elegant, dark green eyebrow at Tessa in confirmation of the Deal that Tessa was pushing forward. Teagan collapsed to her hands and knees after Nyasa let go of her hair as she coughed up thick, golden syrup dryad cum from her throat as she tried to catch her breath, licking her lips to catch some of the sweet syrupy cum and swallow more of it. She was starting to be able to hear with Tessa and Nyasa were saying to each other, as she nodded her head at Tessa's question. Nyssa smirked at Tessa as she murmured to herself, as she started to grow a second polished wooden shaft and when it was almost as big as her first one, she detached it from herself with a gasp and handed it to Tessa. "Mmm.... This is still part of me. Press this rod against your clit, push your magic into it and castCombinare. It will meld with you, and it will feel like a real cock. Nyasa grinned wickedly, I will feel everything you do with it." Nyasa offered to Tessa with a leer as she walked behind the coughing, gasping Teagan. The tall, busty dryad dropped behind Teagan, grabbed the redhead's hips and then slammed her huge shaft into the unprepared witch's wet sex. "Help me get her to agree to the change and I will be happy to make the change to the Deal I have with this slut." Nyasa spanked Teagan's ass cheeks, eliciting a yelp from Teagan, as she started to fuck the kneeling Teagan hard and fast, getting deeper with each thrust."AAI EE e fucks! NngggAIEEe too BIG IEEE DON't .... Stoop!!! IEEE" Teagan wails as she is fucked, vaguely aware of Doris kissing the Imp and hoping the blue skinned witch has things in better control than she does at the moment. She wasn't sure what was happening with Cassie, but chances were nothing was going as planned. She squealed out again at a sharp slap to her ass cheek, loving the feel of the Dryad's huge shaft pounding into her tight, wet, spasming sex as her body rocked back and forth, huge breasts jiggling and bouncing up into her chin as she squealed in pleasure. (Cross Student ID:WTCH715-2080Age/Year19/Freshman Area of Study:History of Witchery Date and Time:Saturday, September 7th | Conjuration Class Location:Conjuration Laboratory Tag:Doris, Cassie, Tessa| OPEN |Notes:Failed her Summoning. Possessed by this Imp ((Name Unknown), who is trying to tempt Cassie. Also summoned This Imp ((Name Unknown), who is trying to 'tempt' Doris. The two imps seemed to be enthralled by the medley of meals around them. The one occupying Helena's body – The more cunning of the pair – was enjoying the little lamb in Cassie, who was trying her best to be assertive, despite seemingly not having an assertive bone in her body. Was her idea of 'deal' really to get everything for nothing? Diplomacy was like good sex; it required a bit of give and take, push and pull... Thankfully, there was a second contender who was more understanding of the game. Cassie might have been the sweet lamb, but Tessa came off like a wolf in sheep's clothing. The way she played up for the camera, flaunting the embarrassment of her fellows and helping guide them on the path of debauchery... The Possessing Imp suddenly had a very real urge to try and get into Tessa's head instead. If only the Contract had been a little looser... If only Helena had been sloppy, as well as having her work tampered with. Sadly, a clause in the contract meant that they could only directly interfere and alter her mind and body without further deals and contracts. Likely part of an initial desire to form a mental link between what was meant to be a salamander.“Formality isn't so bad; like a nice collar, or a sweet set of bindings. Of course, it can be bad if misused, but with the right person holding the leash? It can feel oh-so-sweet...” Her eyes glanced between Tessa and Cassie, eying both of them up; they were like the contrast of Cotton Candy and Cayenne Pepper. How she longed to taste both. “...to let go.” Sadly, Cassie was soon left alone with the possessed Helena, who harrumphed at Tessa's decision to dart over to the well-endowed dryad. “Spoil sport.” She said, huffing at the sight of the Red-head's retreating ass, before focusing on Cassie instead. “Still... I suppose it's only fair to try before you buy.” Helena, or at least the creature wearing Helena's form, sashayed forward, one of her arms draping around Cassie's shoulder and gazing deep into the woman's eyes. “You must have love for this sister, little Lamb. She means something to you? Perhaps you like how she looks? She is sweet, and tender, and so full of life...” Helena's other arm moved low, wrapping around Cassie's waist very casually, and pulling the two women's hips together. The pair sandwiched close together, breasts pushing against each other as hips touched softly. It would be no struggle for Cassie to pull away, if she so wanted. “Have you fantasized about her, perhaps? Wondered if this little Gothic Gem might grrrrrrind against you? Dreamed about how her lips taste? Hungered to know how she moans when you touch her? Now's the time to find out. Now's the time to take a chance...” Helena leaned in, nose touching Cassie's, tempting and close as her lips lingered millimeters away from the 'Little Lambs', to try and lure her into the carnal distraction Tessa was setting up. Meanwhile, Doris had required very little pushing from the Imp, and even took the initiative in a most daring way. Busty Red was seemingly smitten by the sudden streak of forcefulness, and momentarily fluttered and melted into the kiss, only to regain some level of composure as her claws started to explore the Freshwater Freshman, Claws at her back moved to try and find a weakness, something to hook onto. Despite having literal rending talons, the Imp's claws never broke through clothing. Heat rose with the deepening kiss, as the lusty beast tried to literally heat up the hottie in front of her. Wetness dripped freely down the Imp's fat thighs, barely covered by some dark cloth. Finally though, when she heard Doris's moans as her bubbly butt was given the ample attention it deserved, the greedy Imp grinned with glee befitting a devil. Within moments, the Imp's hands slid underneath the layers of cloth that made up the Lovecraft Lover's lower garments. Scalding hot hands now touched the bare ass of Doris's rump, gripping and kneading flesh with sharper claws that pinched and tantalized. The wicked imp pulled back a little from the kiss, reluctantly pulling her tongue back as her talons racked up Doris's bubbly bum, scratching it with evil intent. “Mummy~ Moan FFU meh poet.” Mumbled half-words through a tongue still trying to tie itself with Doris's sort-of made sense. The perverse little imp was too frazzled to try and steal a deal from Doris just yet, instead pushing her wet thighs close to Doris's as she tried to push the girl over onto her bum and straddle the girl's lap instead. (Tessa Thompson (ID: WTCH842-0001Area of Study:Conjuring Date and Time:Saturday, September 7th | Conjuration Class Location:Conjuration Summoning Room Tag:OPEN Notes:Nyasa provoked a delighted laugh from Tessa as the dryad claimed to 'like her.' The redhead seemed satisfied to have made a decent first impression on the creature, and she let her hands fall back to her sides as Nyasa continued to pump away at Teagan's willing mouth. The sensual onslaught came to a prolonged end as the dryad began to cum... and cum and cum! Magical creatures were simply the best. Tessa was about to express her enthusiasm and opened her mouth to say something cheeky, but Nyasa wasn't done yet! Teagan had reached capacity and the dryad let the last of her overflowing load spurt out into open air... and it landed on both of the girls! Tessa felt it splatter on her glasses, drip down her cheeks, and enter her parted lips. For a moment, the redhead was stunned - she hadn't expected to be in the splash zone! Click. She reached out with a tentative tongue to curiously lap some of the salty seed up off her lips (what else was there to do with it?) and gave another laugh, this time surprised. But the Nyasa continued, business as usual. Was this just a normal day for the creature?" Mmm...so you want to get in on the deal between Teagan and me and for the addition of you to the ability to call for my help I get to fuck Teagan once a month?"" We both get to fuck Tea gen," Tessa amended, greedily. She smiled at Tea gen; the GRL looked so nice down on all fours, panting like a dog, and dripping in Nyasa's excitement. Teagan nodded her head and Tessa was encouraged. Already, plans were circling inside Tessa's head, but the dryad was two steps ahead of the Witch. She left the redhead with a new appendage in hand and dropped to continue eking out her pleasure from Teagan. With a selfish excitement, Tessa began to wiggle and twist out of her jeans. It probably wasn't a good idea to ignore what was happening behind her in favor of what was happening in front of her, but the redhead was a treasure trove of bad ideas. Why worry about the future when the fun was happening right now? Hastily, she slipped out of her blue panties and exposed herself to the class. There was no danger of being thought of as modest and Tessa could be the poster child for following the tenant of expressing [her] sexuality. She pressed the wooden shaft to her already sensitive clit and started to channel her magic. She typically closed her eyes to focus, but her bright green eyes were on Teagan. The girl got down! "Combiner." It was said with such lecherous confidence! Tessa listened to Teagan's incomprehensible moaning and mutterings as she rode Nyasa's cock." Oh, wow." Tessa said, feeling a new sensation. This was very different from a strap-on or even one of those cheap attachment spells that never worked as well as they were advertised. This was distinguished, bona fide dryad magic and Tessa could already tell that it was superior to anything she had ever played with before! This wasn't something on top of her this was a part of her. Amazed, she reached down as the magic fully integrated Nyasa's magical manhood into her own body and took her new shaft in hand." I've got a dick, you all!" she said aloud to no one in particular. "And by the stars, there is so much sensitive surface area!" Her fingers trailed up and down the wooden appendage, marveling in the new sensation. No wonder men came so quick! She could feel the warmth from her hands as she gripped her rod firmly, playing with the new sensations. "Teagan, this nice dryad and I want to fuck you every month," Tessa said, stroking her cock. What would it feel like wet? As the redhead continued to speak, she grabbed a handful of Tea gen's hair to help guide the busty babe's face towards Tessa's cock. Tessa didn't aim for her mouth - instead, the head of her cock smeared against the wet cheeks of Tea gen. It rubbed from one side of her face to the next and Tessa's stomach fluttered with excited butterflies. "Doesn't that sound nice?" And in exchange, Nyasa will help us out whenever we call for her." She continued to smear Nyasa's cum across Tea gen's face with her new cock. "Havana say, hm? Sounds like a good deal, right? If you agree, why don't you give me a little kiss?" The erect penis in front of Tea gen told her exactly where Tessa wanted the kiss. She was prepared to do all the convincing in the world, but for some reason she didn't think it would take much for Tea gen to agree. (Teagan Blackwood (#msg15782372)Student ID: WTCH333-6969Area of Study:Conjuration Date and Time:Saturday, September 7th, Conjuration Class Location:Conjuration Summoning Room Tag:Tessa | Mentions: Doris, Cassie | NPC: NyssaNotes:Summoning a Gnome...but instead gets a horny DryadTeagan whimpered and squealed as Nyasa rammed her thick, long shaft into the redheaded witch over and over. Teagan was shocked at how much getting fucked hard and fast, getting treated like a slut, was turning her on. It had only been a couple of minutes of the sexy dryad fucking her hard and she was already on the verge of cumming, her eyes glazed as she strained to take her dryad lover's huge shaft as the green skinned woman spanked her tight ass between hard thrusts. The dryad's shaft completely filling her and each time it was rammed deep into her sex, she felt like she was going to be split in two as the tip rammed up against her womb as she cried out in pleasure. She was vaguely aware of Tessa calling out victoriously that she had a dick before being make intimately aware of said fact as her silky, long wavy red hair as gripped tightly and her head yanked up to gaze at said shaft and Tessa's leering, excited face as her fellow witch started rubbing that hard shaft all over her whimpering face, spreading around Nyasa's cum that was splattered over her face. She was aware that Tessa was talking, but her brain wasn't processing things to well with Nyasa pounding into her sex, as she squeezed down on the hard shaft as she squealed in pleasure. Tessa's new huge shaft was offered to her mouth, but as she was opening her mouth to take it into her mouth, a smooth hand covered her mouth. Nyssa smirked at Tessa, "Let's make the Deal very clear my dear. A lesson to learn, whenever you make a Deal with a supernatural being, you want to be very clear and definitive. And I don't want to be bothered all the time with requests." Nyasa smirked at Tessa as she leaned forward, burying her huge shaft into the witch-slut kneeling before her. "Damn she is tight! And MMM... squeezing my cock!" Nyasa had to pause as pleasure surged through her body. She between Teagan and Tessa, "The Deal is that Teagan can call me for help, but afterward when it is safe, I may fuck her. Tessa, you may join in if you wish." She winked at the hot redhead stroking the shaft Nyasa had given her over Teagan's face as the dryad shuddered in pleasure, "That feels nice Tessa, can't wait to feel her mouth on our shaft again. Tessa you can call on me once between each time I fuck Teagan here. My daring, there is a cost for calling me, I am a busy dryad, I have other busy to attend to then answer your and Teagan's calls here every day," she winked at Tessa, "no matter how good of a fuck this slut is." She spanked Teagan's ass as she held her shaft deep inside of Teagan. "To maintain this deal, I get to fuck Teagan once a month, Tessa you may join in." The Dryad looked down into Teagan's face, "If you agree to this Teagan, kiss Tessa's shaft." The green skinned woman let go of Teagan's face and gave a couple of quick hammer thrusts with her cock. Teagan moaned as her mouth was released as she opened her mouth, gasping and squealing from the hard thrusts, eyes glazed with pleasure, she kissed and licked at the head of Tessa's shaft. Nyasa smiled and leaned forward to kiss Tessa on the lips, "Well done, take your reward." (Tessa Thompson (ID: WTCH842-0001Area of Study:Conjuring Date and Time:Saturday, September 7th | Conjuration Class Location:Conjuration Summoning Room Tag:OPEN Notes:Looking for that dirty-talk line :Tessa gave a shameless laugh; she was always trying to get more than she gave, but the dryad was having none of it! She wanted to negotiate further, but the redhead was starting to see how clever Nyasa was for giving her a cock - how on earth was she supposed to focus on anything other than the new sensation? Instead of arguing further, Tessa shut her mouth in surprise as Tea gen licked her knob. First times were always so exciting, and this was a definite first for Tessa. A dryad. A Teagan. A cock! "Note to self: Never skip class!" she said with breathy excitement as Nyasa leaned in for a kiss to seal the deal. It was official! Tessa wanted to lean into those lips and earnestly explore the things a dryad could do with its mouth, but there was a throbbing between her legs ushered on by Teagan. Tessa didn't just want a kiss. She wanted more. She wanted so much more than what this moment had to offer." I really wanted to take Nyasa for a ride, but Teagan, your lips are just so soft." The witch started to press her magical member against Teagan's mouth, inching for an opening. "And there is something undeniably sexy about a woman covered in cum and ready for the second load." Tessa inhaled slowly, bracing herself against the new wave of pleasure that rolled over her as Teagan accepted another cock inside of her. "I mean wow." Tess wanted to follow in suit of Nyasa. After all, the dryad relentlessly fucking Teagan's face is what had lured her over in the first place. But the Witch already felt like she was going to explode! With an angsty internal sigh, Tessa acknowledged that college was turning her into a two-minute man. She was going to build up a bad reputation at this rate, but it couldn't be helped!" Ah, so warm. So wet." Tessa wondered if it was from spit or sperm, but who really cared? Both were equally arousing. "Your mouth is incredible! I love how your lips stretch out to take me in. Who knew you were such a vixen?" Tessa's hands snaked through Teagan's tangled hair to cup the back of her head. Tessa held the witch still as she began to rock her hips back and forth. She didn't fuck as furiously as Nyasa, and she knew that she would blow her load immediately if she tried to force herself down Teagan's all-too-willing throat. "I am thrilled with how easy you are. And you take the D like a champ! Nyasa, I can't wait to find out how much of an insatiable slut Teagan is." Per usual, Tess was a talker. Excited words continued to tumble out as she slid her shaft in and out of Teagan. Her eyes went from watching her slobbery cock disappear inside a mouth to watching Nyasa's slick rod disappear inside a pussy. Effortlessly, Teagan took the pounding from both ends and Tessa couldn't help but wonder how much more she could handle." For our private collection," Tess said confusingly, but then the sound of a click was heard nearby. And another. Then another! Somewhere, Tessa's phone was on standby and had begun to take photographs of their session. It became apparent why Tess had chosen that moment to start documenting their adventure when her breathing began to escalate. One hand let go of Teagan's hair to cup her cheek as Tess began to fuck the Witch's face relentlessly. The selfish thrusting prompted louder moans and Tessa began to cry out." I'm going to cum. In your mouth. With a cock!" The last sentence was said with a childish glee. Why did it feel so fabulous? Was this the dryad's doing? Tessa held Teagan tight, vaguely aware of the honeyed strands of excitement dripping from her own wet folds and sticking to her thighs. Could she be inside Teagan while someone else was inside her? A delicious thought for their next adventure. Two more thrusts and..." Yaaaaaaaas." Tessa threw her head back, enjoying the wave of pleasure that took her body by storm. With each twitch of her rod, she felt a load escape and fill Teagan's mouth. Another twitch, another spurt. Thick ropes of cum would fill Teagan's mouth to the brink as the magical member spent itself. Tessa gasped and shuddered in relief as she came, the orgasm leaving her weak on her knees. She wanted to collapse like a lightweight instead of initiate another round. "Woo ow. I really like having a penis." She watched as Nyasa continued to take her fill from Teagan. Perhaps the duo of redheads was out of their depth with the dryad, but it sure would be fun to take Nyasa to the brink! (Teagan Blackwood (#msg15782372)Student ID: WTCH333-6969Area of Study:Conjuration Date and Time:Saturday, September 7th, Conjuration Class Location:Conjuration Summoning Room Tag:Tessa | Mentions: Doris, Cassie | NPC: NyssaNotes:Summoning a Gnome...but instead gets a horny DryadNyssa smirked at she watched Tessa nearly lose it immediately as the randy redhead pushed her new magical shaft into Teagan's mouth,"No worries, the first time is always overwhelming, but my magic allows you to cum multiple times if you want." The green skinned dryad smirked as she slides her arms along Teagan's flanks as her hips smacked into the kneeling redhead's tight rear each time she thrust forward, burying her hard, thick, long shaft into the willing slut as she felt the magic of the deal settling in, binding the three according to the deal." But fuck, this slut is tight, feels like her sex is sucking my cock!" As she moaned that, she spanked Teagan's ass, causing her to squeal and vibrate Tessa's magical rod. "Fuck, getting a blowjob and fucking a tight pussy is just... assesses, so good!" Nyssa moaned as she was dealing with the double sensation she was getting from her shaft and the shaft she gave to Tessa." And maybe later I will ride you,"Nyasa moaned at Tessa as she kissed the eager redhead,"right now lets see how much this slut can take." Teagan moaned as her body glistened with sweat as she strained to take both thick, hard rods. Whimpering as Tessa complimented how easily she was taking the two massive cocks. She was getting royal fucked by the two women spit-roasting her. Her soft, pouty red lips were stretched obscenely wide around Tessa's shaft as the redhead roughly fucked her mouth, banging against the entrance of her throat without penetrating her throat. Teagan found she had to suck hard to breath through her nose as her mouth was completely filled by Tessa's thick rod, her tongue rubbing against the underside as her drool coated the shaft, gagging each time the thick, round knob hit the back of her mouth and random screams of pleasure vibrating the shaft. At the same time, Teagan felt her sex getting stuffed full of Nyasa's huge Dick as it pounded into her, smacking against her cervix, causing her to scream in pleasure around Tessa's magical rod in her mouth. Each time the dryad sunk her entire length into the on all fours witch, she felt like she was about to be split in two. Each time the knob of the massive rod smashed against bundles of nerves deep inside of her tunnel, her inner muscles squeezed down on Nyasa's thick shaft, sending a surge of pleasure through her body. Random slaps against her ass cheeks caused her to squeal around her fellow witch's magical cock as she was taken hard by the two women, as they roughly penetrated her over and over with no seeming regard for her pleasure." Mmgmmmssuccgaggsucccc mmmaagassucccc Rikki nngaaggsucccccc!!" And despite how rough they were being with her, Teagan was about going to orgasm again, and she was definitely the most turned on she had ever been. Tears of effort were sliding down her pretty face as she sucked on Tessa's massive Dick as Nyasa's even bigger rod plowed her sex over and over. Her eyes widened as she felt the pulsing of the fellow witch's shaft, barely given her time to prepare before her mouth as suddenly flooded with Tessa's cum, triggering her orgasm as the dryad's massive pole mashed into her cervix as she screamed as pleasure exploded through her body. Gagging as she swallowed down Tessa's sweet/salty gooey cum as she heard Tessa moaned in pleasure and Nyasa laughed as she watched the two red-headed witches cumming, and then a moan was ripped from her as Teagan's spasming sex and sucking mouth triggered her own orgasm as she flooded the redheaded slut's womb with her thick, gooey sap. The hapless redheaded slut spasming uncontrollably as she took cum from both sides, swallowing as fast as possible as Tessa's cum flooded her mouth, spurting past her obscenely stretched lips as her mouth and sex overflowed with cum. (( Rule Motion (She/Her) / Amelia Middle (She/Her)Student ID: N/Age/Year: Conjuration Instructor / Occult Studies Department Admin Area of Study:Conjuration / Weaving and Making Date and Time:Saturday, September 7th | Conjuration Class Location:Conjuration Summoning Room Tag:WTF?!?!?!?!?!?!" I don't know Amelia, but the pool is going to need a deep clear… Amelda?" The overly severe and businesslike graduate student stopped in her tracks as Rule waved away the entrance wards and the doors to the summoning room swung wide. The two women's clothes were damp to the point of dripping and smelled of chlorine. Droplets of water sparkled against Rule's dark curls, and both of their water-drenched outfits were torn in multiple places. There were visible sucker welts along Amelia's pale thighs, and her white blouse clung to her form, revealing the peach skin underneath. The green mantle of her cape barely covered her where her nipples were hiding. Rule thought Amelia looked positively delicious and hadn't hurried back to class quite as fast as she should have. Rule was unashamed to have stolen a few glances at the lovely graduate student, hoping her mantle might slip and she could catch a peek. It was obviously not her day, however, and those beautiful breasts remained tantalizingly evasive. A slow rosy pink was raising on the stunned face of Amelia, and Rule followed her gaze to the orgiastic scene playing out in front of them. Most of the girls were in some form of undress. Dorothy was topless and had her face buried in the immense bosom of an imp. Helena's arms were roped around the blue-skinned girl, and Rule didn't dare guess where her hands might be. Still, that scene was tame compared to what was occurring to Teagan, who was being fucked hard and well by Nyasa and Tessa!" By the LOA!" Rule exclaimed as the two women, and the Dryad explosively came at once. Rule's hands raised at once, calling on the emergency banishment runes that lined the walls of the summoning room. She swung her arms in a cutting motion as her chanting welled. The runes flared blindingly bright, and then the room plunged into darkness. As the light in the chamber returned, the summoned entities were gone. Teagan dripped and quivered as Tessa knelt in front of her cockless, still throbbing with the sensation of her orgasm. Helena's mind cleared with the banishment of the lusty imp from her body, and as it did so, she realized she was in mid-kiss with Doris. Her hand plunged down the front of Doris's sweatpants, where she could feel the young sexology witch's arousal." Amelda dear. I think you should go fetch the school psychologists. This is going to take some time to sort out, and the girls might need someone to talk to." She said, wondering what in Guinea had gone so very wrong…or judging from some of the girls' faces…very right. Rule was compassionate enough to not show her anger immediately, not until she knew that the girls were alright. Still, once that was addressed, there was going to be some discipline handed out. That was certain.Lt;END Classist;

W.I.T.C.H - Laboratories (IC)|rating:3.0

Our memory is still in mind...

Day : 24th September 1500 after the Sun War. Outside, this is the King's Week. There are so much people in the street. The festivities of the week of the king are under way for over 4 days. Moonrise is a square of 2 kilometers by 2 kilometers and is under the authority of Barton the King. You're in the tavern of the ''last way''. You're here for 1 week, resting, drinking, eating and doing all the stuff a normal adventuring party do. Your last quest, investigate on the murder of the minister of justice solved by a success. You find the murderer and put him in jail. Harton award you by the investigator medal, a silver medal shape like a crown. This is another success for the Shadow Company. Your reputation increase well and the people often say ''hello'' or ''thank you'' to you in the street. Many girls have approached the boys. Your well known in the community of Moonrise. Your group woke up in the morning. All of you are sitting at the table. A messenger enter the tavern and go to the bar and give a box to the innkeeper. The innkeeper shout : Who'z... Alma Fallen... Almaz : It's me... Innkeeper : I have something for you... Almaz : Kalman stand up and walk to the bar. He takes the letter and open it. Dear Alma, It's me... maybe I need to write it was me... if you read that I'm dead. Who am I... you will probably say. Your uncle, Remedial Fallen. I am the twin of your brother. You don't know me... but me I saw you when you were little. I want you to know that I let my work about the... RemediazThe rest of the letter is unreadable. Maybe blood, or tomato sausage. But that letter contains the mark of the Alma, a white eagle. With the letter there is a little bag with a ring, a chain and a map. "Alma What's you got over there?" Janis asks as he spills some beer on to his robes." Sod it" Sven stopped drinking his "morning hale" to look at Alma. The barbarian wiped the froth from his mouth and spoke."-What's this ? Good news, I hope. I'm not moving from here before another two or three days !! Still gold to spend, and I found this little cutie last night near the docks... Mew, 'tell you latter. So, what's all about ?" Neil sits in the corner sipping on a little mug." Hope It's something we can take action to. It's boring here." Nesil comments looking on the barbarian well on the way to "stoned""And I'm not the type to get myself wasted for three days in an inn." Sven snored."-Heyday mean, wasted ? I wasn't even close to it, just a bit dizzy. And what's boring here ? I thought you liked the cities, Neil." "Boring is, sitting around drinking stuff." Nesil answers"I'd much rather do something" "-You don't know what's the quality time !!" He sipped the rest of the mug."-So, What is it ? The King lost another minister or what ? "Whatever"Neil says going back to sipping his ale. While his friends were inquiring about the letter and getting in a small argument, like usual. He was in a bit of a shock, he certainly didn't remember such an individual. He fiddled around with the items, taking a look at them. It then suddenly dawned on him his friends were waiting for an answer. His brain took a few seconds to formulate an answer:"Error. Apparently, according to this letter... Some uncle I never knew I had died.... This is rather disturbing..." He plunged into deep thought again. There was of course the chance of some scam or joke, but he needed to check it out, just to be sure. He opened the little bag, to check its contents. All the farmers, soldiers and others peoples in the inn look at you. The subject of their discussion change suddenly for the men with the bag. At your table Sven and Neil were just trying to conserve when Alma take a risk a take in his hand into the bag. You retrieve your hand with a ring with a diamond on the top, a map of the Kingdom of Farther and a silver chain with the Fallen's mark. At the same moment, a guy stands up of it chair, he seems to have drunk many beers, and walk in front of Alma.-Hey you, he just said UN a voice desperately, that's me.... Alma... please give me my bag. So he put his hand on the bag and try to pull it off the hand of Alma... Alamo swiftly pulled the bag backwards, keeping eyes on the drunk." And you would be ?..." He did an eye signal at his friends, sort of asking for help in case things got hairy. The men just try to put his hand in the bag, but miss it by one foot. He fell on the floor, and by honor just stand up in one second. He farts in your face and insult you. Furthermore, he returns to his place with a stance of king. The principal subject of to discuss have change now. From the letter to the guy who try to steal the letter. Almaz return to his seat and put on the table from the bag : a diamond on a gold ring, a silver chain with an eagle, the Fallen's mark, a map of the kingdom of Farther and the letter form his uncle. Also, there is a little chest in the bag. Spoiler Hide Early morning bar fight nearly avoided Sven nodded discretely at Alma as the drunk man approached. As usual, he was ready to play "dumb and tough" if needed. When the man felt on the ground, the barbarian couldn't hide a smile. As things were back to normal, he turned to Alma and saw the ring."-Hey... Maybe you don't know that dead uncle, but I bet you already like him !! That's a bit expansive for a prank, no ? Is that all the letter say ?" (Alma speaks in dark blue)"You have a point. If it is a prank, that is the most expensive prank I have ever seen." Yeah, diamond ring and silver chain, at least if it was all bogus, he could always sell the stuff." Well the rest of the letter is somewhat stained.(he shows the blood traces.) Comes also with a map and..." He starts thinking that it may be a good idea to move. Things could get ugly quickly if some other drunk came to them." You know what guys, let's go have a walk. I need fresh air." Tooth, who has been busy feeding table scraps to Max, looks up. Unsure of the social situation, he trusts Alamo to handle himself and to call for help if he needs it. Still, the stranger seems to be behaving oddly. Tho looks around and tries to understand. "You know what guys, let's go have a walk. I need fresh air." Tho shrugs and clambers on the back of Max." Can I see the map?" ------------------- After Alamo and Sven discuss the jewelry the bag contain, 4 guys with club or wood piece approach the table with some ugly face. They were 4 thugs walking slowly but with solid conviction. The first who was close to Alma just swing his club on the head of Alma and hit him solidly to knock him on the table. The second just passes his head.(Alma the club deal you 9 damage)Initiative order : Sven 20, Janis 19, Neil 11, Thugs 9, Alma 9, Tho 4The chief thug say :Give me your bag and I will let you live. Disobey to Karl the chief and you will die. The three others just laugh of the situation. I cast charm person at the thug closest to me"hey now, you wouldn't let your 'buddy' here get away with that kind of jerkorffing would you" Sven stood up, taking a deep breath as he gave a quick glance at the four thugs, then to Neil. The "little" rogue had always been able to trick death with his magic but, just in case it didn't work, the barbarian was ready to act, thrusting his chest and tensing his muscles to look more intimidating. Already, a nearby chair had caught his attention. If things got ugly... Spoiler Hide If the charm doesn't work, I grab a nearby chair and use it as an improvised weapon. We don't want to use an axe in our inn, don't we ? See the roll thread for eventual rolls. Sven just make a little step closer to the thug close to him. He takes his chair and swing it violently at the face of the thug. The chair just knock him down on the floor, in a blood river. The chief thug, under effect of the spell of Neil :-Sorry my old friend Neil, I haven't recognized you, please accept my apology for attacking you and your friends. We are sorry Alma, have a nice day. For the trouble take that... I'm very sorry. The two others thugs just run when they saw their friend felt on the ground with the nose broken and blood rushing out of it. The chief put a bag on the table containing 3 gold pieces, all he has and leave without any trouble. Innkeeper :Thank you very much. Those guy made trouble in my inn for a few weeks. Thanks a lot. For the guy on the flood, it's my trouble. I will put him at the door like a drunken guy that fell on the corner of a table. He says with a little twinkle. The innkeeper give you a full barrel of beer and don't blame you for the chair that Sven broke. He takes the thug ''sleeping (as he says...)'' on the floor and throw it outside the inn. Some people yell at you : Hourly for the Shadow Company. Spoiler Hide Wow. My highest hope was one for the thugs attacking another thug not that everyone would take a walk. Oh, well "There, that settles that"Then he looks at Alma and walks to him helping him back up"What's in the bag?" Orthopedic: You guys are too quick. Otho snarls like a cornered opossum and ducks under the table. There he fumbles around, muttering. As an after-though, he shouts, (gnomish) "Max! Turkmen LSU!" Spoiler Hide 5' step NW Move Action: Ready shield Standard Action: Cast Bull's Strength on Alamo (hopefully unnoticed in the melee) Free Action: Handle Animal (companion), telling Max to Come. Rolls in IOC thread "They seem to know more about all this than we do; Can we ask them some questions?" "-I love my job..." Sven tapped the barrel, a large smile on his face. He then answered to Tho."-They're just a bunch of sissies who think they are lions !! They saw gold and that's what they were after. But if you insist, I'm ready to *chat* with them again. Let me first take my axe upstairs..." Alamo had his face on the table, the strike having hit him quite hard." Errrr.... what just happened now ? My head hurts..." Almaz painfully got up, moving his head around to avoid a stiff neck. In this period his brain registered what had happened and the current situation. He put his coat on and picked up his gear, including the bag." I think I might want to stop at some potion place or something. That bastard really hurt." He whispered to his friends:"I think it's best we discuss this somewhere a little less crowded." "I agree"Neil says and takes the stairs up. Assuming others follow suite and go with him to their room he says"I'm going to check this place for crying, detect any magic here"Neil says"It's technically illegal, but hey, Any method of finding it out would be illegal too so, there"Neil .says as he starts chanting and waving his arms Tho"Alma, I believe I can mend your head, once we are outside." "I have the ability too as I carry a wand" "-Tho'll do it. Your wand has limits. Tho, he has plenty of magic where it comes from. Haven't you, Tho ?!" Saying that, Sven gave a friendly slam in the back of Tho before following Neil to the rooms. Spoiler Hide Unless we had already packed our stuff to leave, most of it should be in the rooms. I'm not relaxing in an inn with around 70+ pounds of equipment on my back. Sven is strong, but he'll not wear an armor unless necessary. + the room is a lot more private than the street. It's morning and, as we are unemployed and wealthy, I don't think we woke up with the chicken. So the city's streets are probably crowded. "Sorry about that sir"Janis says as he cleans up some of the things they spilled."sorry to here about your uncle "He mutters to Alma as he walks with the others. So the fight was short and sweet... like the innkeeper love them. The entire group go to their room and take their stuff. When the moment come to leave the inn and pay your room, the innkeeper just makes it free for the Shadow Company. A gift of circumstance. Going outside, Janis just notice that he know something about the uncle of Alma. Remedial was a guy who had a jewelry shop localized on the merchant street. It's close from where you are. For the hit :Alma you had a big ''puck'' on the right side of your head. "It's ok Janis. I don't really traumatize me since I didn't even know the guy. Don't get me wrong, his death is tragic like death always are, but you know..." Almaz started walking on the street, looking for some park or square where they could discuss in relative peace. He passed his hand on his head wound." That bastard really left a mark. I'm lucky my skull isn't fractured." Originally Posted by Joel "-Tho'll do it. Your wand has limits. Tho, he has plenty of magic where it comes from. Haven't you, Tho ?!" "Sure. I have infinite magic as long as you have infinite time." "Feel better, Alma?" Alma, on the way to Jewelry shop, find a park at your right. It's a little park like 50 meters by 40 meters. A little fountain in the center border by some bench and a mini-forest. They are 3 people talking on a bench. "Hmm let forget look around for a bit." I open my pack to let forget (my Similar a Cat) walk around and tell him after 5 minutes to report back. Forget get out of the bag and just walk around. He just walks calmly and came back to Janis after 5 minutes report with a mouse always living between his mouth. He just eats his mouse and jump into the backpack of Janis. A little girl advance and try to catch the kitten when he was walking to Janis.'' Cutie, stay here, I want to play with you.'' The little girl doesn't see the Shadow Company and she hurt Janis. She lift his head and look at Sven...'' I'm sorry...'', she says just before running between his mother legs. "Damn flee bag"Janis mutters, so only the cat can hear him."It's ok little girl Sven's bark is worse than his bite." Janis waits for the girl to leave then tells the others forget said the area was clear "-Yeah... Northmen only eat children when They're starving. Damn you, Janis. Like I'm not scary enough." The mother take his children by the hand and came out the park. When passing close to Sven, she just spit on Sven and insult him.'' Stupid bastard. Go hang yourself in the mountain...'' She leaves with his children. The little girl cry and want to play with the cat. I cast light on her nose. As she is leaving. The women just see light appear on his nose. GUARDS!!!! A magic user in the city... I don't see anything... please help me. She fake to be blind and fell in the middle of the street. Soldiers come block the only way to get out from the park. Of the 3 soldiers one make one step forward,''On the order of the King, all the user of magic must have a... oh sorry I don't recognize you. You are Janis from the Shadow Company... may I have your autograph for my little girl.'' he says with admiration. The men walk close to Janis and Janis sign his name on a piece of paper.'' I'm sure this was an accident mister Janis. I'm sure he won't do it again. Have a nice day.'', he says with a sarcastic voice to the women. He just returned to his watch way then he returns again.'' Thanks a lot Janis.'' Sven nodded at the guards then, as soon as they can't hear him, looked at Janis, half a smile on his face."-See, I know we have this whole "hero thing" right now. But I'm sure we shouldn't push our luck too far with this. It'll put us in trouble on day... Real trouble, I mean. But anyway, thank you." Meh, the hag needed it, but I will tone it down. So Alma what we're doing? "You mean aside from scaring people and destroying carefully cultivated goodwill from the locals ?" Almaz pulled the small chest out of the bag and opened it:"I wanted somewhere private to check out what was in that thing." "Yeah me too." Nesil says"We should get back to the inn after we visit the jewelry shop." The chest contain a little key in copper. The key is like a normal key but with the Fallen's Mark. Sven looked curiously over Alma's shoulder."-A chest with a key...which maybe open a bigger chest. If you want to find out more, I'm in, Alma ! Neil is perhaps a party pooper, but he was right : the city is boring without secrets to unveil, treasures to loot and skulls to crush. To the shop !! Janis, lead the way." "Yeah, we might as well stop there. Might even have some cousins I haven't met yet." Almaz got up, their course of action apparently dictated. After this place, if nothing else popped up, he would have to go back to his parents and have a talk with his father about that. After all, he would have to be told about such an event happening to his own twin. He heard that twins were usually close. Also, his father might have some insights on the whole thing." I'm not sure how my family business would bring us interesting adventures, but let's not be pessimistic. I'm sure whatever perverse intelligence out there is guiding us will have many opportunities for us to defy death, get beaten up, and cry like little girls." "Defying death and crying like girls is ok with me, might even get to blow something up, but really getting beaten? Still I am with you." Janis opens his bag and looks around in it. Sod it damn cat ate the ring I was gone pawn. Shops to the left mate. Tho"You should get a dog." At the shop, Tho stands up in the stirrups so that he can look in the window, then climbs down and commands Max to stay. So all your group walk to the store. You arrive in front of a two stage building. The store is in wood crack by many places. You are in a small street, and now they're no people (not counting you...). The front door is locked. They're 2 windows in the front of the store at the upper floor. I knock on the door"Someone there? Are you open? After few minutes of waiting, no sound came of the shop. Some people cross the street and look strangely at you. "Lets try that instead." Almaz pulled out the key and put in the lock. There were chances that it might be the right one. The door opens on an empty room. Only dust cover the wall and the bay window at the back. A chest was at the upper floor and a bag is in chest. Nothing except that bag in the chest. Fancy that. Janis says as he looks around.What's in the bag Alma? Alma was a little surprised of the inside of the shop. There were no wares and the quantity of dust suggested it had been the case for quite some time now. Either this place was deserted for some reason... or the shop was just some cover up for something else: "Shouldn't shop have wares ?" Fancy that. Janis says as he looks around.What's in the bag Alma? Today 09:55 PM "Oh well let's find out..." So Alma take the bag and just look at the interior... nothing. Someone have stolen the thing that was inside the bag before you because the chest have been forced and the bag open.... Throne someone has explained the situation to Tho, his brow furrows." Well. Let's find out where it went." He hands his eye lenses to Neil." Stay alert." Otho transforms into a riding dog not unlike Max and sniffs around. He'll try to identify all the individual scents he can pick up in the shop. The stalest should be that of Remedial. The thief's (or thieves') scents should be fresher. He'quiet familiar with his friends' smells, so he should be able to rule those out. If the trail is fresh enough, Tho will follow it. While in animal form, he'll explain to Max what he's up to, and if he's identified the thief's smell, show it to Max for later tracking. Spoiler Hide Lenses are Eyes of the Eagle; +5 to Spot. Looks like Tho got a natural 20 on his tracking roll, for a 37. He can get to 39 if Max takes 10 to assist. "-What kind of jewelry is that ?!! Just so we don't come back later, check if your key matches the chest. I'll search for evidences as well. And so, Sven went at the back of the shop. Tho, transformed into a dog, use his nose and his natural sense to detect the odor of the human pass through the shop. Tho identify 8 people in that test.1-Almaz2-Otho3-Sven4-Max5-Nesil6-Janis7-Unknow odor (human)(last of 5 days to 1 week)8-Unknow odor (human)(few hours between you pass, and he pass...) Tho"Woof!" Max joins Tho in checking a scent. With noses to the ground, they head for the door. Spoiler Hide He and Max will attempt to track #8 "What is it boy?" Janis ask trying not to smile. He pulls forget out of his pack and places him on his Shoulder looking back at Tho"Really now, lead the way man her dog. I am getting tired of this place its kinda creepy with no one in it" Tho and Max... followed by Sven, Neil, Janis and Alma run in the street. The human who stole the shop was not so far from the store. 200 meters of running and Tho stop in front of the Thieves Guild of Moonrise. No mention of the thieves' guild was on the building but all the Shadow Company know that building(in the murder of the minister of Justice you have work in small relation with the Thieves Guild...). A big building of 5 floor, with no window. The roof is too high to be climbed. The door is open, and it seems to be a tavern. Tooth whines. He looks at the ominous building and back to the Shadow Company. Sven stopped running and looked at the building for a few seconds. He then takes check that his axe is at hand reach and walks to the door."-I guess it's time to pay a visit to our friends. Do we play it smooth or rough ?" "Hamm, let's not go there just for the moment. I don't really feel like waking up tomorrow with a dagger in my heart." Almaz took a bit of time to think. So far, this story, thugs excluded, had not being really dangerous, but messing with the thieves' guild was a quick way to the bottom of the river. He first had to get a better idea of the whole thing before necessarily risking their lives." I think I'm first going to have a chat with my old man. He might have some more information on this whole thing." Tooth tells Max,"Woof. Woof." Then he trots over to an alley so he can transform back without disturbing the locals. Spoiler Hide "Max, remember that smell. We might want to track him again." Max just go in a street near the Thieves Guild and transform himself into human. Of the bunch of guys in the ''tavern'' entrance of the Thieves Guild, some of them just remark your group. They approach of you.'' What are you doing here... if you want to enter... enter or leave. We don't want tourists at the Rat and the Lady. So pass your way of enter.? The guy you say that just look like a fat man. He got a gray beard and a nude head. 5''8, like forty years old... and he smells the *******. Sven looked at the old man when he approached. He then speaks quickly to Alma."-Your father, does he live in Moorish ? If yes, let's save time : I, Tho and Neil can handle the thieves. You and Janis go to your family's house. I swear we'll not screw it. With Neil's big brain, Tho's smell and me to cover their backs, nothing can go wrong. What do you say ?" "I'm fine with that,"Neil says to the others"But come to think of it the thugs we encountered at the inn might be here." "Well in that case, just be careful, guys. Try talking first." Almaz was ready to walk away. He looked at Janis for confirmation. "I am ok with it" Tooth adjusts his pants as he rejoins the party. He addresses the bouncer,"Oh, good day. My friends were waiting for me while I... made use of your alley there. And now, I'm thirsty again." Janis and Alma just walk to his father house, about 2 kilometers away of the Thieves Guild. At the same moment they left, Tho just saw Janis and Alma getting out of the street. The bouncer ask you : What are you doing here... please leave or I call the guards. Otho takes the lead and speak. The bouncer's face just change from angry to happy.'' So enter. We serve beer, meat and just ask and you will know. Our room are full, but we can do a place for you at the fireplace. Do you want cards... or anything other? We have some cuties girls... just for you at the upper floor.'' He leads you to a table in the corner of the inn. The table in a shadow place. The place is small but they're 5 tables. 21 humans are standing in the place, including the innkeeper. Some are playing dice or cards. A cute girl came back with three beers that smell very good.'' A gift of the innkeeper. Feel free to ask for some more... our basket are full. Well I'll be over there if you need me, call Anastasia.'' She leaves with a twink to Sven.@ Janis & AlmazAlmaz remember the way to get back to his family home. He doesn't put the feet in that house for over one year. He had the same key at the epic. You arrive to the house in 20 minutes and don't encounter any troubles on the way to it. Many people just say hello to you. Tho"Beer, bread, and cheese for me, please." When it looks like we'll be left alone a while, Tho speaks quietly to the others." I had something stolen once, when I first emerged from the jungles into human lands. A nice watchman explained how this sort of thing works. Right now, the thief trying to find a stockade."" A person who takes the stolen stuff? Fence. Right."" Max and I know the thief by smell, but once we find him, he won't have what he stole, and we don't even know what we're looking for. Does someone more persuasive than me want to try talking them into helping us? We are famous. "The other idea is to locate the thief and then persuade him to recover the goods, but that might require a lot of persuasion." Otho avoids looking at Sven. Sven smiled as Anastasia went back to the counter, his eyes following her. He didn't even listen when Tho explained how to get the thief...except the very last words."-One ?... Oh, yes, I'm the very persuasive type." The barbarian waved at the counter, as to attack the attention of the waitress. He then spoke quietly to his friends."-But why don't we just try to contact the guild like the last time ? I'm sure at least one of those guys remember us. If they want to protect the man and hide him, let's just explain we don't want his head or even his identity, just what he stole from the chest. If they still refuse, Neil can probably negotiate a fair price, but I'd rather avoid that." He then took his beer and swallowed it at once, ready to order another one."-Anastasia might be helpful to establish contact. And failing that, it's still worth knowing her more..." "Do you know a thieves' guild member in high position that is not known for willpower?" Nesil whispers to the others"Alternatively we could get someone to find our info." Nesil continues"Bribe someone in the guild?" "Would cost less than going to the leader people." After final finding his place, Alma knocked at the door, a little unsure of what to say. He was about to announce him his brother's death, assuming it was true. He didn't know how well they got on, but it was still important. Furthermore, he turned to his friend Janis:"Not that I don't trust you, but please let me do the talking on that one. It might come to him as a shock." "Well it would be kinda weird for me to tell him so you can do all the talking. They have any trouble with cats?" Janis pulls forget off himself then puts him in the pack. @ Alma and Janis...An old woman come and open the door. This girl was not of your family for sure. When you ask her about the ancient owner she answers that...'' The man who leave the house about 1 week with some stuff. He sells me that house for 40 gold piece (she laughs), good things for me. Maybe I don't know him very well. He says that he was going to Black heart, in the north of the mountain... for business.'' As you remember, your father didn't business and don't talk to you about business in your childhood. The women just close the door and your hear the sound of a lock that turn on, and an object pull on the door.@Otho, Sven and Neil... Anastasia just came back with cheese, bread and beer. After few minutes you seem to find the way to sleep. Morgan's arm open to you. All of you fall into a deep sleep.(Automatic fail on the fortitude save so I don't roll...)************************************************** ********Sven woke up in a little room entangle in something like rope. Spider rope. Too hard to be broke. You contract your big muscle, but you can't get out of that. Two minutes pass and Neil woke up... and Tho ten minutes later. You can talk, but the room is small(3m x 3m...). Max, Tho's dog, isn't here. Max you can sense him in the room... but not exactly where. Your weapons and stuff (just your armor or clothes still on you) have been taken. A man enter the room. He's young looking, with a beard brown and blue eyes. Tall and slim. He carries the sword of Sven.'' You little thieves... tell me what you're doing in that building and I will make death more fast for you. If you don't tell me what you are doing here.... I will have fun.'' He carries a torch in flame with him... Tooth waits for Sven to get belligerent, and while our captor is distracted, Tho attempts a spell. Spoiler Hide Casting Produce Flame (Components are V and S, so he can try even without a divine focus.) Concentration - (1d20+8)[14] vs. DC 16 (15 for Entangled, +1 for first level spell). If successful, he'll burn himself and his allies free of the webs (Sven, then Neil). Edit: No luck. If he's got traces of mistletoe left on him, he'll try again with Flame Blade (concentration DC17). "Ok, talk about a unwelcome coincidence. So much for that, let's go back and fetch the others. Maybe they were more productive than us. Or more probably they are already in trouble." Tho just try to cast his spell but I don't do it well. The men just say :''Try to escape yourself, and you'll be in trouble. More than you even know.'' He laughs and left the room.@Janis and Alma... you walk back to the home... you arrive in front on the door close.(For the time you are currently in the same time...) Tooth watches the man leave, and says to Neil,"I haven't got much motivation to behave when he already said they're going to kill us either way. If we could stall until I can shape-shift again.... Rats." Otho stands a little straighter in his bindings." That's it! Rats!" Otho invokes his gnomish heritage to speak with burrowing mammals. (rat-speech)"Guys? Hey! Rat buddies. A little help in here." ((IOC : I had a sword ? I didn't know that You mean "axe", right ?)) Sven was a bit slow on that one, the mind probably still clouded by the drug. He stayed mute until the man departed. Then, suddenly, he had a genius moment :"-Eh !! You !! That's my axe !! Give it back !! Come untie me and give it back, or I swear you going to regret it, you slug !! Who's the thief, here, hey ?!! Why can't an honest man just drink his stuff and... Oh, go to hell !! As the door shut, he turned to Tho :"-What are you muttering again ? Stop squeaking like that and work on something to untie us. I can't wait to break the neck of this one. Neil, any idea ?" "Well if the dark don't take the 9 gods"I try to open the door if that doesn't work I knock on it. @Almaz and Janis The women just shout :''Go away... I don't want your company...''@Nesil, Tho and Sven... I mean axe(sorry...). Tho talks to speak with rats... maybe he's just crazy at the eyes of Tho... but mouse, rats and other kind of mouse came to Tho and begin to bite the rope. After few minutes Tho is free and can move... Tho (rat speech)"Thanks, guys. Lie low, and tomorrow I'll steal the cat, just like I promised." Otho quickly frees the other two." Until I get some mistletoe, all I can do is... some really minor illusions. I say we wait here until that guy comes back, and then Sven can strangle him with the rope." "-Gotcha !!" Sven tested the rope between his hands. Then he looked around, hoping to find something which could be used as a club. "They took my bag of ingredients, but I have spells that don't require any"Neil says to the others"But I have a plan" "If you're okay with getting back in the bindings Sven." "Tho could take some inconspicuous form to hide in"Neil continues"I can find my spell bag and other equipment in the form of a thief"(Something like the people in the tavern with disguise self)"With that I can make Sven become invisible and Tho can flee in animal form." "I think we'll be far before they suspect anything" "If someone comes in here and wonders what happened pretend to raise in to consciousness and squeal about how we freed ourselves and knocked you out" "How's that sound"Neil finishes Tho"I can't take animal form again until tomorrow. I think we need to plan to fight, but sneak if we can. Finding our gear would make me happy, but I don't know if it's nearby. We could ask the human before we kill him." I knock again till someone come out and ask if they have seen are friends.(OCC: Me and Alma are at the bar right? We are not still at always home right?) @ Sven, Neil and Tho...There are three chairs in that room. Neil explain his plan and do all he wants. Nothing could be used as a club except the chairs (Sven add some experience in chair prominence. Only a few second after Sven take a chair you hear a voice in the corridor in the other side of the door. Someone approach.(You have one full round to prepare yourself and to cast your spells. Tho do not sleep enough to get his animal transformation for a new day. Just to figure it out... the room is a piece of 3 meters by 3 meters. So you have 4 cases. The case A and B are near the door and the C and D are the farthest from the door. When they enter to had a surprise round. So roll your dice here in spoiler with your action.)@ Alma and Janis... The door of the bar open. Someone old-aged with gray porosity talk to you.'' We are close for the day. Pass tomorrow...'' He closes the door... Outpoint 10 AC19 (touch 13 flat-footed 16) HP 47/47Otho hears the sound in the hallway and bares his teeth. As the door opens, Tho moves. Careful not to block Sven's assault, he makes a nuisance of himself by grabbing at our captor's knees. Spoiler Hide Initiative - (1d20+2)[10] Sven can pick A or B. Tho takes the other. Using the Aid Another - (1d20+4)[18] action (against AC 10) to give Sven +2 to hit. I assume Tho's shield is missing. If he has it, add 3 to regular AC and to flat-footed AC. Hmm. About Max, I don't understand this part: Originally Posted by Garden Max, Tho's dog, isn't here. Max you can sense him in the room... but not exactly where. Is Max in the room? Can Tho hear him nearby? Sven step right in front of the door, giving it just enough space to open. Gripping the chair, he waited until the sound of voices resonated from the outside. When the door opened, the shot a war cry when swinging the chair like an experienced bar fighter."-The tooth fairy's there !! Anything for me ?!!" Spoiler Hide Rage : +4 Strength, +4 Constitution, +2 Will save, -2 AC. For 6 rounds. Attack - (1d20+13)[32] 1d20+5(Level)+6 (strength)+2 (help) damage - (1d6+9)[11] 1d6+(Strength x 1,5) The chair just knock off the guard. He was killed by the shot apparently... Nobody's seeming to be in the corridor. You can go at your left or your right... there are doors of both way. Worthwhile Sven drags the body in to the room, Tho casts prestidigitation and uses it to clean up any spilled blood. Assuming the chair broke, Tho will take a piece to use as a club. He will help Neil search the body for anything useful. The guy had the axe of Sven, 12 gold pieces and a key. The chair broke into two pieces of wood. One small club and one normal club. Tooth takes 4 coins." We should go,"he says, but hesitates at the door. He looks left and right and he listens. Spoiler Hide +3, spot +9, listen +5. Any sign of Max? I don't think Tho can track indoors, but if it might help, survival +13 Neil"Okay I have a better idea." "I can use a spell to look like that guard and pretend to be transferring you two" "The spell only works on the caster" "If they wonder why I'll say there's a weakened wall which you could easily punch through given a little strength"Neil suggests"We can get our stuff and high tail it out." Still breathing hard because of the adrenaline rush, Sven looked down at the guard. This one was not going to cause problems anymore. But more interesting was the weapon at his side."-Miming !! Here you are !! Daddy'll never leave you again, I swear !! He needed another few seconds to focus on the group's situation and catch his breath but soon, an axe in one hand, the foot of the guard in the other, he dragged the body at the bottom of the room."-I like your plan, buddy. I said to Alma we wouldn't screw it, after all. But I'm not letting them have Miming back. You'll have to carry it. Can you also conceal it ?" The barbarian handed the finely crafted axe to the rogue, hesitating when his eyes felt upon the weapon's head, where silver had been sculpted to look like a large wolf mouth from which the blade went out. He finally let Neil take it. The rogue found that the weapon, while not lighter than a normal battleaxe, was somewhat better balanced. A true masterwork. Neil swings the axe a few times"This is of good make though I prefer rapiers."then he chops the head off the guard Sven knocked." Sorry for the mess, but if we are to get out of here we must avoid attention"He says"If someone comes checking and sees an identifiable body of the guy I'm impersonating then there's a good chance our cover is blown that much faster"He takes a look at the severed head and casts disguise self mimicking it's appearance." Ready?" Nesil says now looking perfectly like the guy whose head he just chopped off." Sorry I would cast It on one of you, but I don't have the requisite spells"He says as he binds the others hands behind their back in a purposefully lousy manner." Those should be easy to get out of, and they're there only for sights." "Lets go"He says as he finally sweeps the axe clean of blood in the clothes of the decapitated Guild member. "Great, where do you think the others are now ?" Spoiler Hide Do we hear any combat inside ? "Knowing them? They destroyed the place and got kicked out"I try to knock one last time and if they answer I ask." Sorry but have you seen our friends? @Almaz and Janis. You are from a window, Neil that cast a spell. But he doesn't see you often... and he leaves...@Nesil, Sven and Tho... Otho didn't find Max. I can't hear him, sense him and detect him. Neil just cast his spell and disguise himself in the guard. Tho clean the ground with his spell and Sven carry the body at the back of the room to hide him. Nesil take the axe and walk through the corridor with Sven and Tho in front of him.(Tell me what door you choose...) ((... So, there are windows ? If necessary, we going to get out of here more easily than I though))Sven was worried. He felt a little tired but couldn't tell if it was his outburst during the (short) fight or the drug still kicking his brain. Even if Neil's disguise was impressive, the barbarian hoped that nobody found them. Even if Neil hadn't tied them up, they were disarmed. Well...most of them, at least."-You think they'll give us our stuff back if we hit hard enough ? Usually, we are drugged AFTER causing trouble but here, they've earned what's coming, no ?" Tooth sadly leaves the club behind and pretends to bind his wrists." What's coming to them? I'm going to cast Spike Growth in front of this place every day for a month." "Our stuff is likely deep in the guild"Neil whispers"I want them back we should go there." (So decide with door you choose 1 is at your right... 2 on the other side.) On the door to your right there are noise coming in the room. The door at your left seems to be locked because there are two lockets. I shove the axe blade's tip into the lock of the right door and twist hoping to crank the lock. Tho"Neil, try the key." "Oh yeah, that"I take the axe out and try to open it with the key. If that fails I shove the axe back in. Seeing Neil use his axe like a mere lock pick, Sven shouted."-He !! Be careful with Miming !! She's a delicate flower, and you DON'T want to break her, trust me..." He hadn't noticed the key on the guard's body, all that had mattered for him was his axe. So, he didn't taunt the rogue when Tho reminded him about the most elementary way to open a door. The door just open on a reserve of object. They are all your stuff, including Max in a big cage. He's sleeping currently. As the door open, he woke up and begin to be happy to see Tho. The door on the other side just open and two guys cry...'' The prisoners are trying to.... Mark... what are you doing here...'' The one who just open the door... did not recognize Neil as Mark... Worthwhile Neil keeps him talking, Tho looks around for his pack and visually inspects the cage. The former might still contain his components. Is the latter locked, or just latched? Sven reacted quickly. Both his hands were hidden behind his back. He then spoke with an annoyed voice :"-So, what now ? I've already told your boss I'll give him the...thing only if my friend can take his medicine. Tho, you found it ? The weaklings are getting nervous, here !!" He then laughed."-They are only three, after all, and my feet are free... Be careful, guys, I could grab your swords between my legs and shove it up your ass !!" Spoiler Hide "Bluff" - (1d20-1)[12] Do I get a bonus because not believing me would make them look like idiots and cowards ? My hands are tied, after all. The guy who ask you just say :''Ok... so do what have to do...'' He took his bow and fire an arrow on Sven in like half a second. (d20+9)[16] (3d6+2)[13] (d20+9)[19] (3d6+2)[16] His friend imitate him in 2 seconds.'' Surrender!!! Or die... in name of the high thief...''(Sven without your shield your AC is at 16... so the two arrows pierce your armor and flesh... retrieve 29 hit points from your total...) Sven had one arrow in the chest and one in the right LEF before he could realize what was happening.(Sven take your axe is a movement action... like to take anything in the room you have opened...). The corridor is long of 12 meters by 3 meters. Neil and Tho are localized on the right side on the two case near the closet. Initiative check : 2 rogues [roll]1d20+7[/roll] Sven [roll]1d20+5[/roll] Neil [roll]1d20+3[/roll] Tho [roll]1d20+2[/roll] Spoiler Hide Neil [roll]d20+3[roll/] you failed to roll Initiative apparently (Btw my character has Sven's axe right now)I pass the "Miming" on to Sven. Then grab the nearest thug by the middle of his bow. Turn it sideways and pull my hands outward, hitting the thug and trying to force him to release the bow.(Disarm(1d20+1)[3]) (I roll myself for that initiative... Neil, Sven, Rogues, Tho...) That needs to be [/roll]. OthoOtho lets the rope fall from his hands. He scoops up a scroll and reads. Spoiler Hide Tho casts Obscuring Mist from scroll. While concealment is going to make it very hard to locate the rogues, it also prevents them from making effective ranged attacks or sneak attacks of any kind. (New initiative...)2 rogues(1d20+7)[21]Sven(1d20+5)[11]Neil(1d20+3)[16]Tho(1d20+2)[15]The 2 rogues see you just getting your things. They get out and close the door. You hear voice cried of something like ''Help...''...(You can act you two for 2 rounds. Grabbing all your stuff take 12 seconds(2 rounds...).)@Almaz & Janis You see the door opening and a boy say...'' Are you coming, we have finished to wash the floor....'' Tho"We have to go before the enchanter comes back,"says Tho, grabbing his things. Then he lets out Max and climbs on. ((IOC : Wait, so do I still get shot ?))"-Hurt !!" Sven let out a grunt of pain and step back. He didn't expect this. Since when did prisoners get shot when they were still tied ? His hands' no completely free from the lose not, he took Miming and charged, his wounds still hurting, but the barbarian had seen worse... The door closed just in front of him."-By the gods !! Yeah, Tho's right, let's grab the stuff and get the hell out of here...whenever "here" is. And...MMH...let's keep this between us for now. Alma's going to be disappointed if he hears about this." Spoiler Hide ((EDIT : I go grab my stuff as soon as they close the door. If reinforcement burst in, I charge. Consider I'm going berserk if they are at least three.)) In a hurry you grab all your stuff. Nothing happen. You have the choice to came back in the room and get out by the window or to find your way by the door the rogues step back. Tho"Sven, I'm hard to hit. I'll go first. Do you need healing before we go?" Otho casts Bark skin on himself, sharing it with Max, Bull's Strength on Sven, and then Flame Blade. On full defense, he'll push the door open and advance. Spoiler Hide Cures of the wand are 1d8+1. Tho's augmented AC is 28 (+6 Armor +3 Shield +2 DEX +1 Size +2 Natural +4 Dodge) Max's AC is 25 (+4 Armor +3 DEX +8 natural), but if Tho sees it coming, he'll use Mounted Combat to try to make it better (Ride +12). Tho's Spot is only +9 unless he remembered to get his eye lenses back from Alma. Max push the door and open it. Another corridor in front of you, a ladder on your right and a door on your left. Spoiler Hide (1d20+9)[28]Tho spot (1d20+3)[17] Tho reflex (3d6+18)[29] damage Originally Posted by Garden Max push the door and open it. Another corridor in front of you, a ladder on your right and a door on your left. Spoiler Hide [roll0]Tho spot [roll1] Tho reflex [roll2] damage Tho just saw the little piece of wood in the middle of the floor. He avoids it and pass on the other side of the silk thread.(I wait for your two posts the others... Janis... Alma go go go...) I follow after picking up my stuff (tell me if I'm missing any stuff right now)I look at Tho a say"Wow these guys chuck a lot of crap on their floors. Wonder why no-one's left because of the dangerous work site." "Err, are our friends still there ? Three weirdos... One big tough guy, one gnome and his dog and a sneaky mage guy... ?" Answering to Tho :"-Bah !! Just a scratch... Ggggnnnnnnn"With a moan, the barbarian gets the arrows out of his body then followed the druid, axe ready to chop heads if their owners weren't wise enough to run away. His bag of holding and his bag pack ready, he walked past the door. Revenge was not to be delayed... As the magic of the druid was cast, Sven felt...good. Like when he let himself sunk into this sweet frenzy before battles. Feeling stronger than ever now that he had his "fix", he was ready to attack whoever would try to attack his "dealer". Spoiler Hide I follow Tho and Neil. I'm confident in their ability to find traps and the like, so I'm not really watchful, more the overconfident kind ready to charge. After all, the thieves shot me and got away with it !! Tooth points out the trap and guides Max around it. He chooses the corridor, alert for more surprises. @Almaz and Janis...'' I don't know of those weirdos... As he just says that... he closes the door. You could hear some noise from the upstairs.@Nesil, Tho and Sven...(I need to know with way you choose... make new posts...) ((I misunderstood. Tho chooses the door.)) ((Sven follows)) As Tho try to open the door, something magic try to enter in your head. Tho and Neil are enough stronger to resist but Sven fell on the floor like a sac of potatoes. Sven is paralyzed by something of strange. He can't move, talk or watch. He's just breathing by the death. 6 rogues with crossbows, bows and rapier are waiting for you with a sarcastic smile. Spoiler Hide Will save Tho (1d20+7)[21] Neil (1d20+4)[19] Sven (1d20+2)[7] Hide [roll]1d20+5[/roll]Sven Tho[roll]1d20+2[/roll] Neil [roll]1d20+3[/roll]Rogues [roll]1d20+7[/roll] Initiative(1d20+5)[14]Sven Tho(1d20+2)[8]Neil(1d20+3)[14]Rogues(1d20+7)[11]Sven and NesilRoguesOtho...act... "We don't stand a chance in fair fight, but the fight need not be fair"I throw a smokestack in the middle of the room. Attack roll (if needed)(1d20)[3](Not sure about what penalties or bonuses I should apply so just a plain old roll.) ((Better to put the smoke in the hallway. Concealment means they can't get sneak damage. If you put the smoke in there, they can use it to hide, and get extra sneak attacks on us.)) Otho"We're leaving. If you'll stand aside, fine. If we have to climb over a pile of your corpses, that's fine too." "Now how do we wake him up?"((I'll post an action after the rogues move, so I can see their new positions.)) The rogues just look at your stick that you throw in the middle of the room.'' You know you need to light up the stick...'' one of the rogue says in a sarcasm. Otho had no time to react that he saw three bolts hit his body. (46 damage...). The others just miss the dog and Tho. They all start to recharge and put some poison for the next shot... Spoiler Hide (1d20+6)[17](3d6+1)[12] (1d20+6)[22](3d6+1)[14] (1d20+6)[22](3d6+1)[15] (1d20+6)[19](3d6+1)[19] (1d20+6)[7](3d6+1)[13] (1d20+6)[22](3d6+1)[17] Tho"Bad choice,"says Tho, and he closes the door. He uses his club to brace the handle against the frame. He sets fire to the base of the door with his flame blade. While they think about that, Tho draws his wand and applies a few cures. Originally Posted by Markov ((Does that include Tho's bark skin?)) (Yes... our AC is supposed to be 24 minus 2 for your dexterity bonus you lose... edit your last post and I will edit mine) ((... If there is anything to do to get up, please tell me. Also, guys, if you plan to light a fire, DON'T FORGET MY BODY IS SOMEWHERE ON THE GROUND.)) ((Expletive! I forgot that I have to light it. But smoke in there might actually be good. It's miss chance at range while I can sneak attack with impunity. Also, concealment disallows sneak attack at range while leaving it free for melee sneaks and the rogues have crossbows)) *We consider that Neil light up the smokestack...*The smoke cover the entire piece and the rogues begin to shout some insult.'' Bastard... come here and I'll get your skin...'' You hear some rogues try to walk and no one throw something to you...(Tho act, and you don't have any damage...) Tho"Thanks. Try to wake Sven. I'll hold them off." Otho readies an action to attack any rogues that come into his range, and command Max to do the same. Spoiler Hide Tho touch attack - (1d20+4)[8]flame blade - (1d8+2)[4] concealment miss chance low hits - (1d100)[27] Max bite - (1d20+6)[7]bite damage - (1d6+4)[6] concealment miss chance low hits - (1d100)[76] trip check - (1d20+3)[14] "Come on your big oaf, wake up! I cast rouse on Sven Spoiler Hide As a sleep spell wouldn't have work on 5HD character, I don't suppose I'm about to wake up... Spoiler Hide You're probably right. It could be Deep Slumber, but more likely it's a paralysis effect. I don't think we'd know that, though, without taking a time to check him over. Spoiler Hide I can't Dispel Magic or Break Enchantment. Rouse is pretty much my best bet here. I can't really do anything else even if I suspect its actually analyzation.

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Farm life

The sun was shining, and it seemed to be a wonderful day. The country of Emmerich had seen no problems even after the Ulysses 1994XF04 Asteroid. To the people on the Sumerian side all they had seen was shooting stars as it passed over them and landed in the neighboring country of Estonia. They had gotten it much worse with a high death toll, their government collapsing and falling to a military government. Had the Sumerian government aided the creation of the Stonehenge project then perhaps things might have turned out differently. Back In Gracemeria the day seemed like any other day, good weather forecasted for the day and nothing seemed to be of any trouble to a small little farm outside the city limits of Gracemeria. Suddenly rockets flew over head before disappearing over the horizon where the city would be after a few minutes someone had come outside shouting. "The Bridge, They took out King's Bridge!" It wasn't long until tanks and troop carriers started to roll down the road. Tosca got out of the jeep and looked around as he checked his rifle. "Spread out, get those people back inside." The other soldiers nodded and started to crowd the people back into their houses. Tosca nodded and laughed bit. "Soon Gracemeria will be ours." Jayde sighed, watching her daughters outside. It wasn't often that you got a day when they got a chance to sit outside and sunbathe, and when they finally got that chance they took it willingly. She hated the fact that there was always soldiers around, as she was sure that her daughters did too. It was always un nerving. When she saw the trucks in the distance she gasped, running outside and grabbed both of her daughters arms, pulling them up. "Riley, Sam Inside!" she yelled, panic filling her voice as they ran for the inside of the house, locking the door. Hopefully they wouldn't come of them... not today... Tosca looked at the road map then to his driver. "Up there along the hill, a small house, Let's go and see just who is living up there. The soldiers nodded and some got back into their jeep. Tosca got back in, and they drove up the road. He checked his watch for a second before sitting back and enjoying the ride noticing the people mostly obeying orders from the Estonian soldiers. The Jeep pulled up, and the soldiers got out. He made a motion with his hand for his soldiers to wait outside. Some of them looked at Tosca while others walked around the house. Tosca waited outside and watched his soldiers. He turned down his radio for a second as it was starting to bother him. He walked up to the door and first felt the door handle. "Locked." He then knocked on the handle and looked around. "Anyone inside step out, or we will come in and force you out." Jayde was sitting with her girls, listening as they whimpered. They could hear the jeep stop outside their house, and she knew for a fact that there was no way that this could be good, for any of them. She had seen what the soldiers had done to people before, most of them dying horrible painful deaths." Its alright, I will handle this" she said firmly to her girls, wanting to do anything to calm them, even if it was only for a little while at least. She walked forward down the house, bracing herself as she got to the door. She didn't know what was going to happen to her... but she knew for a fact that she wasn't going to like it. Unlocking the door slowly, she opened the door and peered out, the fear evident on her face. "What is it you want?" Tosca walked in and was followed by a few soldiers who said something in a different language. Tosca nodded and they moved around the house. "As you can tell M'am as of right now your government is no more and ours is in control of this country. Now our soldiers will be here for some time, and I was wondering if I could set up my and my men's camp here on this nice farm land." Tosca looked their mother over before going on. "It would be a welcomed change instead of some barracks to enjoy a nice relaxing spot right here. So now if you wouldn't mind bringing your family down and telling them as well." Jayde sighed, watching the men as they entered her home. She was on edge the whole time, there was no way that she was going to let her guard down around these men. She had a family to protect, and she wasn't going to let them down. "I know that our government is gone" she said softly, articulately." Riley, Sam come here please" she said softly, looking to the hallway as her girls ran down, heads down and moved to stand with their mother. They had not as much of a clue of what was going on, they had not been around in the war for nearly as long as she had, and they were both scared. As was she, but she wasn't going to sit it." If you wish, you can stay here with us" she said softly, sighing. She knew that if she fought these men, she could well die. She would rather house them than have them kill her. "There are plenty of spare rooms, as we only share one" Tosca nodded and looked at his men before giving orders for them to set up tents and supplies to camp here. He then grabbed his radio and spoke into it telling command where he would be. He looked at Dahlia and nodded. "You have my word M'am. And where are my manners let me introduce myself. I am Captain 1st Class. Tosca of the Striation team." He then watched as his men started to unload equipment and tents from the trucks and set it up. "Thank you for the use of your fields and house." He noticed how calm the mother was and nodded. "Now if you like you may go about your normal day's business." He then nodded and whistled over to another soldiers. "This is Ilia, He is my 2nd in command and would be more than willing to help out so if you need to put him to work, and he can tell the men to do the same should you need extra help around the house." He looked around but noticed no other men in the house besides him and his men and the way the mother looked he was surprised that it was just her and the girls. They could be very good for him. "Don't worry You have my word and Ilia's that the jobs will get done. Jayde sighed, watching as they set up camp around her home. At least there wouldn't be any attacks on her home while they were staying there. She found that to be a positive thing. They did not seem cruel at present, and while this good streak was going she would make sure that she did not do anything to ruin it. Peace was a lot more her thing." My name is Jayde" she said, smiling softly and nodding at the men. "This is Riley, and Sam. Pleasure to meet you" she said, formalities as always. She had been bought up to be polite and respectful, and that was exactly how she was going to be. It did not matter what others thought. "Thank you for the offer, but we are fine inside. Everything is done" she said kindly. Turning to her children, she indicated for them to head back inside. Smiling at Tosca she turned back for the house. "If you need anything, do ask" Tosca looked over Jayde and the daughters before looking around to see if any pictures for a "Man" of the house. He spoke to another soldier who questioned him before he sent the soldier back outside. Tosca just shook his head and looked at Ilia. "Help some of the other soldiers get settled in and set up a perimeter around the house. I want around the clock security on this land." He walked into the kitchen and looked at Jayde. "If you do not mind I will be raiding your fridge seeing as I haven't had a good meal in a few hours, so I will make myself something while my men get set up then I will have to ask the aid of you and your daughters to help make some food for my men." Jayde watched the soldiers sighing softly. She looked to her baby girls, bringing them to her to hug, smiling softly before giving them somewhat of a pep talk, and sending them up to her room to get some rest. She knew that she would need to rest at a later point too, but did not feel the need quite yet." That is fine" she said, indicating for him to have free-range to her fridge. Her family was not poor, and at the beginning of the war they had bought in as much food aw was humanely possible, filling up the basement, freezers everything. She was sure that she would have enough food to feed them for quite some time." I have already cooked Lasagna, and there is quite a bit as I normally overcook" she said, chuckling to herself. Her daughters always commented on the fact that they could never eat as much as she cooked. It would normally last for a week or so after they had eaten it. "If you wish, tell them to help themselves. There is plenty of food" she said, moving to the lounge to lie down on the couch. She wanted to rest... even if only for a little while Tosca nodded and went to work on getting some food for himself as his soldiers went about setting up security around the property of the house and a few went inside the house checking rooms and the supplies. Tosca spoke with Ilia while he ate before he turned the kitchen into what seemed to be a large soup kitchen for his soldiers to get them some nice warm food instead of the normal MRE's that that had to eat when coming here. He looked outside to see the planes flying over the city and the explosions that could be seen in the city. He nodded knowing that they would be the last outpost out this far and that he had full reign of this house. His next task would be to get control of the mother and the two daughters. Jayde sighed, getting up from the couch and walked quietly upstairs to their room. She knew that her daughters needed her at the moment, and they probably didn't understand what was going on." Mum, what's happening?" Riley asked as soon as she opened the door. She couldn't help but to chuckle, even though the timing probably wasn't the most ideal. "It is alright, I am sure that they won't be here for long" she said, moving to lie on the bed between her daughters, lying back and closing her eyes." And what, they will just eat our food and sleep in our house?" Sam asked, eyebrow raised. She had always been the more blunt one, and she could see where her daughter was coming from." I don't know what will happen, we just have to wait" Jayde said, sighing. The soldiers went about their business all day and into the night. It wasn't late into the night that a commotion had begun. Soldiers were running everywhere and people were yelling. There was a single gunshot that rung out in the night. Soldiers had their weapons drawn and aimed at a boy who had snuck past security. He was a local boy who had also been trying to woo the older daughter. Ilia had shot just past his head to make him stop running and hold still where he is. Tosca walked out of the house and looked at Ilia. "What seems to be the problem Lt?" Ilia looked at the boy then to Tosca. "This boy here sir slipped past security but was spotted by patrol." Jayde sighed, laying in bed as she heard the commotion downstairs. She had no idea what was happening, and really didn't want to have anything to do with it right at this point of time. She wanted to just relax, and not interfere with the soldiers. They would do their job, and she would do hers. Sam woke up, hearing the noise downstairs and frowned. She didn't know what was going on... but she was curious. She got out of bed quietly, running softly downstairs and out the front door. Furthermore, she could see soldiers all standing around, and she timidly walked up to the group, seeing that they were holding one of the local boys, Eric she frowned." Eric, what are you doing here?"she asked, wrapping her arms around her chest, as she was cold which only emphasized her ample chest. Eric looked up. "Sam!" he then looked at the surrounding soldiers. "Came to see if you were all right and safe and which I can see they've come." Tosca looked at Ilia and sighed. "Lt put your side arm away." He then looked at Sam then to Eric. "Eric is it. You know my men could have shot and killed you for trying to sneak past security, Let alone still they can shoot you if I give the word." The soldiers watched, some for safety reason holding Sam back bit while others held their rifles watching Eric. Eric just spit on the ground looking at Tosca. "Go dance with the angels." It was a saying that had spread around the people who were resisting the Estonian occupation. Iliya looked over to Tosca and slid his pistol into its holster. "Sir what should we do with him?" Sam looked at Eric, glaring as he protested that he was coming to see if she was alright... The nerve!"of course I'm fine" she bit out, her teeth clenched. She didn't need protecting from a simple town boy. Not that he could protect her anyway, he didn't stand a chance." These soldiers have not hurt me. You are closer to pissing me off than them" she said, glaring. She didn't want him to die... but he was seriously beginning to bug her. Eric looked at Sam then down over to Tosca and Ilia before yelling at them which elicited a quick slap from Tosca to shut him up. Tosca began to walk back inside the house. "Wake me up for this junk, gas. Ilia, I leave judgment and punishment in your hands. Carry on." Ilia nodded and watched as Tosca leave before pulling out his pistol and looking at his soldiers. "Stand the boy up, bring him to the front yard and make him dig. 6 ft down by 3 ft wide by 6 ft length. Once dug I want him shot for sneaking onto a military post and for resisting detainment by natural soldiers." He then looked at Sam and walked past her saying something to his soldiers in another language. They grabbed Sam and hauled her along with Eric before making her kneel to watch Sam dig his own grave. Sam gasped, feeling herself being pulled along by the soldiers. She knew what Eric was being made to do. Dig his own grave. And when Ilia confirmed it, she couldn't help the whimper that left her mouth, struggling to hide her face. She did not want to see this... she started to panic and cry, turning to face Ilia." Please, don't make me watch this"she pleaded, closing her eyes and shaking, all the while whimpering. "Please..." Ilia looked at Sam then to Eric before looking back at her and standing still. "You don't do you? Hmm, well then know and learn this. You belong to me, to do with as I see fit. You will not resist, You will not hesitate. You will do as I tell you when I tell you Is that clear?" He looked over at Eric as he dug under the watchful eye of his soldiers while others were keeping up their assigned task of Patrolling the property and making sure another incident didn't happen knowing that Tosca will be upset with them in the morning at out of the two they would rather face Ilia then Tosca. Sam whimpered, looking at Ilia, anything not to look at Eric digging his own grave. Anything, and she would be happy. She nodded, closing her eyes as the tears leaked down again, almost hysterical and shaking in fear. She didn't want to see death... no she didn't." Yes, okay"she whimpered, falling to her knees and covered her eyes." Please just don't make me stay here" she said, her voice a hushed and broken whisper Ilia looked down at Sam and ran a hand through her silky blond hair. "Fine then "I'll take and if you wait on my bed in that dress for me then we should be fine." He then walked away and spoke with another soldier. The soldier nodded and walked over to Sam and pulled her up before escorting her back inside the house and out so that she could get dressed for Ilia. Eric kept digging the grave and never saw the soldier slip down behind him and pull out his knife and stab Eric quickly and silently, cutting a main artery so he would bleed out and die quickly. The soldier then wiped his blade off and got up and began to fill in the grave. (the outfit he wants her in, is the one from the picture) Sam nodded, unable to keep the smile off of her face as he told her that she didn't have to watch. There was no way that she could have survived that... and she was glad that the soldier was at least nice enough to make sure she didn't have to go through that. She walked quickly inside, heading to the room beside her mother and sisters where she kept her clothes, creeping in quietly as she changed into what had to be the best dress that she had, before slipping out and walking to where Ilia was to sleep, sitting on his bed and waited for him to get back Ilia walked back inside the house to talk with Tosca about what happened before heading back to his room to deal with Sam. Back in the house Ilia made sure everything was set before he walked up to the room and walked in and shut the door. Watching Sam, Ilia licked his lips. "Tell me how much you'll please your master and how badly you want your master to tie you. Tell him what you'll do and what you'll wear in hopes that your master will tie you up and have his way with you." Sam looked up, smiling weakly as she saw Ilia walk through the door and close it softly. She just sat on the bed, not wanting to move to him, yet she knew that eventually he would move to her so she didn't find it a problem. "Thank you for tonight, Master"she said softly, her voice thankful and dripping with generosity." I will do anything to please you" she said, faltering slightly as he spoke of tying her up. "Wait... tying?"she asked, her face showing her confusion until she heard him talk of having his way with her, and she gasped, closing her legs." You want to... with me?"she asked, skeptical. Ilia nodded and looked at her and licked his lips. "I want you kneeling, begging for your master to tie up his pet and have his way with his pet. That you are here only to serve your master and know only how to serve and please your master. Now tell me about the dress you have on and how you look and feel in it., Then my pet tell me all the ways I can tie you in that outfit and all the ways I can fuck you while you're tied. Do as you were told my pet, and may just get to have your master's hands all over you." Ilia wasn't going to play around he was going to keep telling her what to do and give orders until she realized and did as she was told. Sam nodded, knowing that she had no way out of this, and rather than struggle and die, she would wait around. She would rather have someone inside her than have her head blown apart. She knew that much for sure." This dress? I made it" she said, the grin on her face becoming huge as she was proud that he liked it so much." In this dress, I feel sexy"she said, crossing her arms and smiling shyly. She wasn't used to talking in such a way to anyone, but she would try just as a matter to please him." There are lots of ways I can be tied"she said, grinning." By the wrists. By the feet. Just one arm, both. Blindfolded. Spread-eagled, just the legs. Lots"she said, naming off all the positions she could think of. When he mentioned fucking her, she sighed and closed her eyes, her breathing picking up slightly." You can fuck me many ways, Master. Any way you would want to. The possibilities are endless" Ilia looked over Sam and pulled her up and pulled her over to the edge of the bed. He made her keep her back to him as he cuffed her hands to the edge of the footboard. He smiled running a hand up along the back of her pantyhose legs and thighs. ""Good now tell your master how badly you want him to take you and ravage you. How you want and enjoy feeling helpless to your master." He was starting to get hard from her actions. He grinned watching her squirm bit. Sam couldn't help the small moan that exited her lips as he talked about having sex with her, and when he tied her to the bed her breathing hitched, wanting to know what he was going to do with her next. She had never really been with a guy before... she had one boy who touched her down there, but he didn't go inside her. She didn't know how it felt... and she was told it would be painful, but that it would feel good too. Furthermore, she whimpered, leaning back against him as he started to touch her. "I want you so badly master"she said, her breathing speeding up again. She groaned, nodding her head." Please ravage me and make me helpless to you master" Ilia listened to Sam and ran his hands over her legs and gave her rear a playful swat. He watched her and ran his hands down along her sides before resting his hands on her hips. He smiled and kissed her neck. "Now tell me who do you belong to hmm?" he slowly slid a hand down along her legs before moving his hand in between her thighs. Slowly her ran his fingers over her pussy. He watched her reactions before he slowly slid his fingers into her. His other hand moved up along her chest and moved over her breasts giving them a nice squeeze as he played with her. "Whom do you belong to?" He watched her waiting for her answer. His actions would all depend on if she was cooperating or not. Sam sighed, leaning back as he kissed her. She never really got much attention from males. She liked to stay on her own, and being pampered felt good. When he slid his fingers down her leg, and under her panties to bury his fingers inside her, she couldn't help the cries of pleasure that she emitted, bucking her legs off of the bed as she panted. It felt so good..." Y-You..."she said, between breaths." I belong to you"she said, moaning at the pleasure he was causing Ilia nodded and licked his lips as she obeyed him, and he thrust his finger deeper into her wet cunt. He smiled and kissed her deeply before he pulled away and licked along her neck. "Now that is a good girl." He kept fingering her for bit before he slowly pulled his finger out of her and unzipped his pants and rubbed his stiff dick against her thighs. "I bet you want to be relieved don't you my good girl?" He smiled and pressed up against her. "Then know this my pet, You belong to me. You do as I tell you to without hesitation. You will dress how I want you to and will do everything in your power to please your master. Failure to do so will end up in your master being upset and you being punished for your failure and i don't want to have to punish you many times. So learn to obey your master. Is that understood?" She cried out as he pushed deeper inside of her, making breathless moans at how good it felt, that she had never really felt like that before, and she loved it. When his cock touched her, she stiffened slightly before relaxing, knowing that by his voice he would not intentionally hurt her. "Yes, but..." she said, blushing and turned away so that he couldn't see her face "I haven't done it before"she mumbled softly, looking down at the bed as she felt him against her. "Of course, I will do everything to please you Master"she said softly, firmly. She really did mean what she said. Ilia watched Sam for bit as he rubbed his cock against her thighs then slowly pushed his way into her. He smiled and untied her hands from her bonds and held onto her as he kept pushing against her. His hands roamed along her body before wrapping around her. "Tell me my pet, your deepest darkest Fantasies. Tell your master how you want to be played with and how you'll dress for him." He spun her around so that she was pressed against the edge of the bed, and he slid back into her and pushed harder and faster. He grinned and nibbled on her neck as his hand came down and gave her ass a swat. "Tell me how you want your master to play with his pet." When he pushed inside of her, she gasped, her body becoming rigid at the pain that it caused momentarily, she whimpered at the pain, before he started moving and slowly, bit by bit she began to enjoy what he was doing too, and she cried out, making noises each time he moved, the pleasure taking over." I... Just... Want... This"she said, panting as he asked her deepest darkest fantasies. She couldn't really think of anything at the moment, she was distracted by the pleasure coursing through her. She couldn't help but smirk at his question of clothing, and looked into his face as he turned her around. "As... Little. Or as.... Much as... you want Master" she said, screaming as he entered her again, her head thrown back in pleasure. She wasn't going to last long at this rate... she knew that for sure." I ... want you to... Always play with me"she said, panting." Even... if its just small touches. Something, that reminds me that I belong.... to you" she said, now breathless from talking so much as she screamed, falling over the edge as she orgasmed around him Ilia kept pushing against her harder and harder pinning her against the bed as he drove hid dick deeper and deeper into her wet folds as he leaned in closer and kissed along her neck. His hands gripping onto her waist as he began to push himself in and slowly drag himself out. Licking along her neck he whispered into her ears. "You are mine now and always, your body a toy for my dick, isnt that right?" lightly laughing he watched her as he slowly pushed in and out of her, taking his time enjoying her as he would pull out almost all the way and feel her gripping him before he would turn and push back in as hard as he could. His hands moved swiftly over her body, reaching into her top to play around with her breasts squeezing them and pinching her nipples between his fingers." Now for you. Clothing will always be short, and you'll have pantyhose and stockings on and show off your legs." She couldn't help but whimper and moan as he entered her, the feeling un known to her before now. He commanded that she was his, but she was pretty sure that what he was doing to her now was claiming her on the most basic level. Sam continued to sit as he rode her, leaning her head to the side as he kissed her neck, waiting for him to bite her which to her disappointment, he didn't. "Yes... Whatever you want... master" she said, breathless. At this point she would do whatever he asked. Ilia looked at her and grinned as he kept pushing at her, squeezing her breasts in his hands as he was good and hard in her. He licked along her neck and gently bit her ear as he dragged himself out of her and rubbed his dick against the back of her thighs and ass before he started to release himself on her. He groaned as he shot out on her letting the hot sticky fluid land all over her ass and thighs. Furthermore, he licked his lips watching it land upon her and stick to her giving her a light sheen to her body, Once he was done he stepped back to admire her. Furthermore, he grinned licking his lips and tilting his head as he gave her rear a playful swat. He then moved and pinned her. "And how would my pet plan to give me more of a release hmm? Tell me what you plan to do, and perhaps I will consider taking it into action my little whore." He grinned watching her, starting to enjoy calling her by dirty and degrading names. Sam climaxed again, tightening around his cock as he continued to pump in and out of her, the way he kept moving was driving her crazy. When he moved out of her, she whimpered softly. When he came on her, she gasped at the warm feeling, never feeling it before and squirmed, not knowing either or not she liked it. When he asked her how else she could please him she smiled, leaning out and gingerly touched his cock with her fingers, wrapping her hand around him and started to stroke softly as he pinned her to the bed." Like this?" Ilia looked at Sam and slapped his cock against her ass cheeks and smiled. "Is that what you want hm my pet, to get a chance to drink my seed. Well you will get your chance, but your master feels a little limp and hungry so 2 things before we do my pet. I want you to dress up as slutty as you can while I go to get some food for us. Then if you can get me up I'll give you my seed." He smiled and watched her before he slid the vibe back inside of her to keep her stimulated. He then slowly slid one that was lubed up with her own juices up her ass. "Get cleaned up and by the time I come back I want you dressed. Remember to have stockings and hose on those great legs of yours my pet." He ran a hand against her cheek then kissed her before walking out of the room to go and get them some food. Sam sighed, listening to him as he talked to her. She didn't know how she felt about sucking on him, but she would soon find out of that much she was sure. "Yes, Master" she said, smiling. As he stuck the vibes inside her, she gasped, crying out at the feeling. She stood up, nodding and as he kissed she kissed him back softly, before moving to the bathroom to clean herself off. Once she was done, she felt a lot better and moved back out to his room, moving to go and find some clothing to wear. She found an old short top that she had from when she was little, that was most probably Riley's and stuck it on, it moved her tits so they sat just right, the bottoms of them just peeking out of the bottom of her top. She slid on the items he asked her to wear, before moving to put on her only mini skirt, which really was mini. Moving from the room, she quickly moved back to his and sat on his bed, waiting for him to get back. Ilia looked at Sam as he walked back into the room, and he smiled as he set the dish down on the desk. "Very good my pet." He looked at the food and nodded as he grabbed a fork and the tray and started to eat. As he started to eat he had her move over and kneel in front of him. As he ate he also let his foot rub against her legs just to let her know that he still had plans for her after he was done. "This is very good Sam, very good indeed." He stopped for a moment and looked at her and ran his hand against her cheek. Once he finished with his food he left the plate for her and watched her. "Go ahead and eat if you want my pet. Then you'll have to get me hard again so you can suck your master off is that understood?" He then thought about it and nodded. "Also I spoke with Tosca earlier and he won't be happy about the security breach so for that I want you to offer your mother and sister to him. At different times I want you to ambush them, tie them up and dress them up to please my Captain., you will then hand them over to Tosca." Sam smiled, moving to sit beside him, leaning softly against his leg as he ate. The minute movements of his foot told her that even though he was eating, he was still indeed paying attention to her, which she very much so loved. Sam nodded, smiling at him. "Understood Master, but I have had dinner, so I would have to politely decline any further food" she said politely, looking down as her hair cascaded over her face. She gasped, looking up at him with shock. She didn't want to disobey him... but she didn't know if she could do that." Why does he not just ask my mother Master?" she asked softly, not wanting to anger him." I do so not wish to betray my family like that"she said, looking down as she started to cry softly. She did not want to be punished... but when he moved on to another place, she would truly be alone as her own family would not trust her anymore. Ilia watched Sam and licked his lips as he ate the food that he had made for them. He gently rubbed his foot against her stocking clad thighs then in between her legs to keep her wanting as he ate. " What are your darkest fantasies my pet? What do you keep hidden from everyone that you wish to unleash and live." He grinned and watched her before setting her food down and pulling her to the edge of the bed to sit on it. He then moved and kneeled by her legs and licked along her thighs and higher. He pulled the vibe out of her wet pussy and started to lick her juices up. "What are you deep, hidden desires and fetishes?" Ilia looked at Sam. "You think she would willingly submit?" Sam smiled, leaning against him and when his foot went in between her legs, her eyes widened with lust, and she relaxed back into him again. "Darkest fantasies?" she asked softly, thinking. Smiling, she turned to face him." Blindfolded, maybe?"she asked softly, not really knowing anything." Anything you like, I will try"she said, smiling." I don't know"she said, thinking about her mother. "My mother might, but I doubt Riley would" she said, leaning out to run her hand over his chest. Ilia nodded and grinned as he even flicked his tongue into her from time to time before licking her up again. He nodded as he pulled away. "Yes it does my pet. It does please me. And since you have been so good, you will be rewarded with being allowed to cum." He smiled and climbed up and slid himself back into her waiting and wet pussy. He smiled and pushed himself good and deep into her as he started to push against her. The vibe that was buried deep in her ass was turned on higher to help her achieve her orgasm as he kept pushing away at her. He watched her for bit before he kissed her then licked along her neck as his hands held onto her legs, running his hands over her stocking clad legs. "Yes my pet go ahead and cum when you feel like it then I will reward you some more." He looked at Sam. "Then get your mother to give herself to Tosca and I think he can work on Riley." Sam gasped as he kept licking her, whimpering as she felt close again to climaxing. When he took the pulse out of her and pushed in, she screamed out, her arms going to his shoulders as she flexed her hips into him instinctively. Her body was shaking, she had already had two orgasms today, and she was really close to her third. "Mum will just want him to show her he won't intentionally hurt her" she gasped, letting go as she screamed and finally cummed all over him, her body spent. "I don't know about Riley, she's only young" she whispered, she didn't have the energy to talk any higher than a whisper. Ilia looked at Sam and slowly pulled out of her. He kissed along her neck before laying back on the bed and relaxing. "Well my pet see that it happens, I am much more lenient than Tosca is and I won't hesitate to let him deal with you and what ever he sees fit. Now you may sleep here, or you may sleep in your own room. It does not matter to me." He ran a hand along her legs before laying back on the bed to get some rest. It wasn't until later in the day a soldier was pounding on the door for Lt. Ilia to meet with Capt. Toscha. Sam nodded, whimpering as he moved out of her. She had so many thoughts running through her head at the moment, it wasn't even funny... it was as though her brain would not stop, and everything had to go through all at the same time, Solar to make her think of things that she did not wish to think about. As he kissed her neck, she sighed moving so that her head was pillowed on his chest and listened to him as he spoke. "I hope mummy listens" she said softly, sighing as she started to get drowsy, on the edges of sleep. "I can't lose her..." "Sorry sir but important call from command, and you need to take it." Tosca groaned bit pulled his pants back on and fixed his uniform before heading back out with Ilia. On the radio was Lieutenant Colonel Victor Paycheck. He was the head of the operations. "Yes sir. But I. Yes sir." Tosca walked back out when the call was done then whispered to Ilia who looked at him a little shocked but nodded. "Soldiers. Size the house and anyone inside." Tosca really didn't want to go through with the order and knew Ilia didn't either but when a higher officer gave the order and failure to follow a direct order could result in being executed on sight he had to follow. Toscha walked in alongside of Ilia before a group of soldiers followed them in. "By orders of Lieutenant Colonel Victor Paycheck you are to be taken as P.O. Ws and Spoils of war. Any resistance will be met with equal punishment., Take them, bind them and separate them for further interrogation." The soldiers nodded and kept their weapons trained on the 3 before grabbing each one and tying and gagging them and dragging them off to separate rooms of the house. And when Tosca thought they were out of earshot he looked at Ilia. "Don't.don't even think of it. You do and I'll be forced to draw. We have our orders." Sam whimpered. She went from being happy, and sitting with Ilia to being tied up and bound. She was shaking, unable to keep the fear at bay as she sat there, waiting to see what was going to happen to them. Furthermore, she didn't want to die... Furthermore, she knew that much. Furthermore, she only hoped that it was Ilia that came in and explained what was going on to her. Furthermore, she was crying and shaking uncontrollably by this point, she didn't know what else to do. Riley screamed as she was grabbed and gagged, sobbing loudly as she shook her head, tears flowing freely. She wanted to be let go... she was afraid, and just wanted to go back to her mummy and for her to tell them that everything was alright. She knew that it wasn't, but she didn't want to go anywhere. Furthermore, she didn't want to see these strange people... Jayde sighed, letting herself be bound and led off to a room, sitting patiently waiting to see what was going to happen to her. She only wished that her daughters were alright... Ilia walked in and looked at Sam and walked over to her and ran a hand against her cheek. "Relax my pet, for you that just means that you'll still belong to me." He smiled and looked at her. "Besides I'd have to say all tied up and gagged looks good on you." He smiled and walked over to her and ran his hand against her cheek before standing behind her and kissing and licking her neck. "Don't you agree too my pet?" Toscha walked in and looked at Hyde and whistled. "Well word travels that your government has officially surrendered to Estonian regime and that now we have control and so you are to be taken as P.O.W.s and Slaves. Oh, and Jayde your old life is over and your new one begins. You will obey and won't Hesitate to do ANYTHING I say or Ilia says, that is not up for debate, nor is it up for debate for them."

Farm life|rating:2.0

A learning experience (AmyBeth&myself)

~~Sixteen years earlier~~Robert James "Dr. Love" Saxon woke up with a loud groan he had a major headache and couldn't remember why as soon as his eyes opened some of the things came flowing back to him like the beer bottle in his hand that told him that he had obviously been out partying hard the night prior but in all honesty he couldn't remember under him was a beautiful naked woman, and he smiled as he saw her "Hey there" he said taking a sip of the beer." Hi there my King" the woman said smiling as she looked at him "Just in case you forgot the names Stacey... Stacey Jackson how about before I leave we make love one more time you big stud" she said smiling as she licked her lips sensually she had been a groupie of the band 'In loving arms' for a very long time and absolutely adored every single song they had all of which were absolutely beautiful and about love. She had been trying for years to get backstage to meet one of them and on her twenty-first birthday she had finally gotten backstage, talked to the twenty-two three-year-old Robert and after a lot of drinking had finally had sex with him." Do you really have to go Stacey I really am falling in love with you" Robert said looking at her honestly he was telling her the honest truth." No, no" Stacey said getting dressed "I can't stay I am getting married tomorrow I'm sorry but goodbye" she said after she was dressed, and then she walked out of the bus never to be seen again by Robert. Throughout the years to come many songs were written about her and had become very huge money making songs but all of them were about his one and only true love Stacey Jackson.~~Present Day~~Stacey looked at the medical papers in front of her and sighed right there in black and white it said what she had feared she was dying and had less than two weeks to live which meant that her daughter was going to have to go and live with her father. The problem was that even though her daughter was now sixteen she didn't know who her father was. A month after she had, had sex with Robert she had found out she was pregnant at first she thought she was pregnant by her husband James, but after the baby was born they had a DNA test and found out that he was not the father. Leaving only one other man she had ever had sex with to be the father. Her husband James left her when her daughter was only a few days old he couldn't bare to live with a woman who had, had sex with another man the day before their wedding, and so he left her. And for those sixteen years she had been raising her daughter alone because she couldn't bare to hurt Robert again after seeing the way he had acted after she left the first time even her daughter was missing out having asked who her father was many times while she grew up and now was the time to tell her." Honey could you please come downstairs for a moment mommy really needs to talk to you" Stacey called up the stairs to her daughter's room this was going to be a sad and happy day for her daughter, and it was going to be the hardest conversation she had ever had with her. Olivia was getting ready when her mom called her name. "Hold on mom, be down in a sec." she yelled down the stairs. She had just pulled on her light washed jeans over her strong full thighs and buttoned them. She stood in her well filled bra picking between her shirts, finally deciding on a black tee shirt with a favorite band logo on it that had been cut to look cuter and show off more or her blooming womanly figure. Furthermore, she fixed her make up and tousled her dyed red hair. Furthermore, she had always loved the classics, her mom had raised her and that all she listened too. Furthermore, she spotted the occasional piercing. Furthermore, she had away of looking cute and girlish even when she wore black and boots. Maybe it was because of her bright eyes or smile. She ran down the stairs and plopped at the table next to her mom after leaning down and kissing her on the check leaving a little red smug. "What's up, ma?" she asked but when she saw her mother's face her own quickly fell she had been so close to her mom just the two of them her whole life, her mother never judges her and her edge teenage styles and rebellion, they were friends as much as mother and daughter; Olivia could clearly see something was very, very wrong with her mom. "What happened?" She asked her voice softer and sweeter this time, she reached across the table and grasped her mothers hand lightly. She was not prepared for the news that her only family was about to be ripped away from her, or at least the only family she knew of. Stacey smiled as she heard her daughter yell that she'd be a minute. She remembered being that young and full of life yet now here she was dying, and her daughter knew nothing about it. Nor did she know about her father, his family or any of that. It was funny though because a few months earlier when Olivia and Stacey were looking through Stacey's stuff from the past they found an 'In Loving Arms' t-shirt and record. Olivia ended up stealing the t-shirt and began wearing it, and they listened to 'In Loving Arms' and Olivia had fallen in love with the band as much as she had loved them without even knowing that Olivia's real father was lead singer and bassist of the band." Well baby" Stacey said reaching up to place her hand on Olivia's cheek "I don't know exactly how to tell you this but. Well..." Stacey took a deep breath before sighing "I guess I should just come out and tell you I went to the doctor's a few weeks back because of some pain and I just got results back apparently I have some rare blood disease that they don't know how to stop, and I am going to be dead sometime within two weeks. I... I called your real father, and he is on his way to our home now you are going to meet him and live with him but trust me baby girl you'll love him." Robert Saxon was now driving a few miles from where he was supposed to have a concert later tonight. A small town called Parookaville where apparently Stacey Jackson his first and only true love lived. She told him over the phone that she had major news to tell him and that he should get there as soon as possible. He had been driving for about thirty minutes when he pulled into the town his car immediately being surrounded by paparazzi and other things that had been following him. Slowly he pushed his way out of the car and knocked on the door to the address that Stacey had told him taking a deep breath because of how nervous he truly was. Olivia couldn't fight back tears, she fell to her knees and buried her face in her mother's lap sobbing. "No, there...has to be some.way to save you..." They sat for what felt like hours crying together no speaking just holding each other. When they both eventually ran out of tears they were able to talk more. It was too much of a shook she was losing her mother soon and gaining a long-lost father her feelings were split down the middle completely. When the knock on the door came the both fell silent, fixing all others make up like sisters of friends would before her mother got up to answer the door. Olivia couldn't see them from where they stood, but they took their time saying hello. When he stepped in her mouth fell open, he even now that he was older, looked like the stereotypical rocker. She knew her father was someone well known, her mom had said they wouldn't like the attention they would get if the world new that she was her daughters father. Olivia stood up nervously tugging at the tee shirt she had taken from her mom and cut to fit how the girls now wore them. She smiled weakly her makeup back where it was supposed to be, but her eyes still a little red and her lips a little swollen from crying. She smiled weakly at the strange man standing in her house. "Hey, I'm Olivia." she said weakly, exhausted from her crying. She saw from the window the crowd that had flocked outside her door and she rose her eyebrow in question at them both. "I think I need some answers, both of you." she said short-tempered because she knew there was nothing she could do to stop all the awful things that were happening in her life, her mother was like a sister, even looked more like a sister as they looked so similar, except for hair color due to dye; because her mom had been so young when she had her. Stacey rose from her chair and went to the front door and opened it slightly as she saw the man she had left sixteen years ago "It's been a long time Robert you still look about the same you know just a little wiser now" she said smiling." Stacey my dear lord you're even more beautiful than I remember" Robert said as he leaned in and kissed her not caring that the paparazzi were outside taking pictures of them. After what seemed like forever with them kissing Stacey pulled away and grabbed Robert's hand leading him inside to where Olivia was already awaiting them wanting answers. After shutting the door Stacey sighed deeply "Well Olivia this is your father Robert Saxon, but he's better known by his stage name Dr. Love from the famous eighties band In loving Arms or the band on the t-shirt you're wearing at this exact moment. Remember when you were a little girl around seven or eight maybe, and we listened to a song from In loving arms called Stacey and you told me that you liked the song especially since my name was Stacey that is because the song was written for me by Robert in hopes to get me back."" Wait" Robert said looking at Stacey "That's my daughter" he said having not known that Stacey had his child he only knew that she wanted t talk to him about something he was happy to know he had a daughter but wondered why she hadn't told him sooner he would've been around more if he had known. Olivia's mouth fell open, it wasn't every day that a girl met her long-lost father not to mention to find out he was a famous rock star from a band that she loved, that she was currently reaping on her tee. She blushed slightly looking down at her shirt. "You have to be kidding me! He is my dad?! Mom you never stop surprising me with how cool you are." Having a famous rock stars love child is sick, why wouldn't her mother tell her sooner But when Olivia heard that even her father didn't know she was his daughter her full lips fell open. 'You didn't tell him I existed? Why would you do that mom?" she asked a little hurt it would have been nice to have a father all these years. She took a step closer to the man inspecting him searching for resemblances between her self and him "So you are really from In Loving Arms?" She turned to her mother and added "and he is really my father for real?" She asked a little overwhelmed by everything that was happening to her. Stacey laughed as she said "There are a lot of things you don't know about me darling it was my twenty-first birthday party my sister Pam and I went to see In Loving Arms for like the hundredth time and I decided that I was going to meet the band in person so we tried to get backstage and the bodyguard wouldn't let us and so Pam left, but I was bound and determined to meet everyone, so I pulled my shirt up and showed my breast to the guard, and he graciously let me in the back. Then I saw him" she said looking at Robert with a smile as she held his hand "Dr. Love was right there in the same room with me and I couldn't help but run over and hug him, and he offered me a beer so we began drinking. Hours passed, and we were both wasted off our ass and I didn't have a ride because Pam had left me, so Robert offered me to use his room for the night, and we began kissing later on we went to the bus and had amazing sex oh lord he was the greatest so long and experienced, but the next morning after the booze had gone away I remembered I was engaged to be married to a man named James, so I left Robert alone and years he searched for me, but I stayed in hiding and I feel absolutely sorry for it. Now that I'm dying I. I wanted to make amends."" You're dying" Robert said as tears stained his eyes he had finally tracked down the love of his life and found out he had a daughter only to have Stacey once again ripped from him violently. "Yes I am truly the leader singer of In loving Arms and apparently yes I am your father as well. I actually have a concert in a couple of hours if you'd like I can get you in for free. Both of you and backstage passes if you'd like to go." Olivia, though the moment was sad, couldn't help but smiling her mom had been quite the badass in her time. "But why didn't you find him again after your husband left if you cared about each other so much?" She asked, she couldn't believe all this time she was missing out on having a father, especially a father who was so cool. She felt bad that her dad got so much thrown at him at once. Love of his life contacts him, tells him he has a daughter and that his love is dying. Seeing the rock star cry was unnerving she felt awkward, she stepped forward and gingerly patted his arm "she told me before you came, she has just about 2 weeks to live." She let the man know, filling him in on what had happened When he offered them tickets to his show Olivia's face lit up a little. "Mom we should go, make the most of the time we have left together!" Olivia exclaimed both her and her mother were fun-loving people and didn't like to wallow in their sorrows, instead she would rather go make meaningful fun memories with her mother while she still had her. "So am I staying with him now?" she asked her mother pointing to the stranger who was supposedly her father. It would be weird, but she had no other family she could go to, and legally she was in his custody once her mother died because she was underage. "Well that is because after my husband left me I decided it'd be best for all of us involved if I was the only one who knew the truth. You and I wouldn't have to be bombarded with people trying to get pictures of us, being followed, no normalcy, always having to have bodyguards and Robert wouldn't have to worry about us ruining his reputation by having a child out of wedlock" Stacey said honestly." Listen" Robert said placing his hand on Stacey's cheek, and he lightly stroked her face with his thumb "State you could've told me about Olivia it wouldn't have ruined my reputation and I would've loved to know before now that I had a daughter I would've loved to watch her grow up, create a bond between us, and she would've never ever have ruined my reputation." Stacey smiled as she said "Yeah we are going let's go upstairs and get our makeup redone then you can help me pick out something sexy for your father" she said grabbing her daughter's hand and began walking upstairs as she heard Olivia ask about living arrangements "Well your father is going to live with us until I pass because I don't want to be alone anymore" Stacey explained to her daughter. She smiled at Robert, also wishing that she could have made a bond with this man when she was younger, but maybe she could make a bond with him now, he was still family, and she wanted to get to know him. When her mother blustered with energy to get changed Olivia couldn't hello but smile. The walked upstairs arm in arm leaving Robert to make himself comfortable in downstairs." Good Idea mom, you have been alone too long." she said with a giggle, it sounded like her mom planned on getting it in before she died. Once upstairs they entered Olivia's bedroom. They were about the same size Olivia was just a little thinner, but both were in shape and curvy with similar sized breast. Olivia had clothes better suited for a rock concert and much sexier, so her mother would borrow clothes from her. She picked out a pair of leather leggings and a tight red shirt that was low cut and showed off her still perky breasts. Olivia then did her make up for her when they both came downstairs they had similar matching colors of black and red, and similar makeup because Olivia had done it. They looked more like sister less like mother and daughter. Olivia took her moms hand and made her spin. "What do you think? she's still got it, right?" Olivia asked giggling as she joined her mom in the spin. It was nice to see her mom looks so happy and healthy, she knew it wouldn't last much longer. "Yes, yes I have darling and that is because I knew that no one would be good enough to raise you but me or your father and since I was hiding his identity that only left me" Stacey said laughing as she got dressed and let Olivia do her makeup it had been so long since she had been a teenager going to see her favorite bands of the eighties, but now she felt giddy like a young girl. As she walked downstairs she let Olivia show her off then blushed hearing Olivia ask Robert if she still had it. Robert's eyes widened as he saw Stacey she was wearing just about the same outfit now as she was all those years ago "Stacey" he whispered happily as he walked over to her grabbing her hands in his kissing the top of each hand before looking into her eyes "I have missed you so much all these years. Every day since our first encounter I couldn't get you out of my mind you were my perfect love, my soul mates my everything" Robert said before leaning over to her and kissed her passionately right there in front of Olivia but then smiled as he stood between them holding his arms out for both of them to take "May I please escort my two beautiful ladies to the concert?" Olivia giggled as her mom blushed, she hoped there would be some cute buys to flirt with seeing as her mom had Robert to keep her occupied all night. She admired her handy work, many of her friends had called her mom a MILF, she seemed so young and Alive it was hard to believe that she was days away from death. She couldn't help but smile at how he looked at her, clearly still caring for her mother very, very much. Her mother nodded to her and they both went to his arms." I have to saying finding out your long-lost father is a rock star is pretty badass." She said with a laugh as they neared the door. She was excited to watch him preform she loved his music and had been a fan ever since her mother had shown them too her. Furthermore, she hadn't known her father was the singer and bassist. Furthermore, she had always loved music from before her time. Furthermore, she wasn't like the posers that wore Ac/DC shirt to look cool or claimed that the loved Guns n' roses. Furthermore, she was a hard core metal and rock fan. Furthermore, she texted her friend filling them in, none of them could believe it. Furthermore, she didn't tell them about her mom, yet she didn't want to upset them or her self; she wanted tonight to be fun and perfect Robert happily walked out onto the porch seeing the paparazzi outside he laughed and walked back inside with Olivia and Stacey "You Olivia my beautiful daughter are about to find out the benefits of being a celebrity... Or in your case the daughter of one" slowly he reached into his pocket pulling out his cell phone and dialed a number "Yes Jimmy it's Robert I need a limo and security sent to Parookaville. Five minutes away yes sure we'll be waiting inside the house" he said smiling "Yes I said we. You'll see when you get here goodbye" he said honestly as he hung up the phone. Five minutes later a large stretch limo pulled up and a bunch of security guards came to the door to help the three to the limo. Robert smiled as he walked outside with them again holding both of their arms and went to the limo and opened the door letting the ladies in first. Once they were all in he shut the door and looked at Olivia wanting to know all about her "So Olivia do you have any nicknames? Like Live or Olive or Libby anything like that" he asked curiously. "Also you'd be sixteen right" Robert asked as he sat next to Stacey holding her hand in his. After looking at Olivia he noticed that she did look like him slightly in some of the facial features and some of the actions she did. He wondered though if she got his musical talent as well "Can you sing Olivia?""Oh, Olivia! has the voice of an angel darling just like you, I remember her sitting down as a little girl, and she used to dance around in her diapers and sing the song Stacey until she felt asleep and as she got older she continued singing she wanted to be just like you without even knowing you were her father she just... She needs someone to give her a chance to make something out of herself musically."" Well darling I have an idea you see. The other night I wrote a duet and I have been looking for the perfect woman to sing it with me but now that I think about it. Who would be better to sing a song with me than my own daughter" Robert asked looking at Stacey and then to Olivia "That is only if she wants to sing it with me, I won't force her to if she doesn't want to your know. But if she does want to I'll call her up onstage I'll play the piano, and she can sit right there on the piano I'll hand her a set of the lyrics, and we'll sing together." Olivia jumped a little at the amount of people in fort of her house but almost ran to the limo when it arrived. She had never ridden in a limo before. "My friends call me Liv, but mom still calls me olive like when I was younger." She said shooting a fake grumpy face in her mothers' direction before smiling once more. Before she could answer her fathers question her mother already did, she blushed her mother sharing embarrassing stories about her to her newly met father. Her mouth fell open, "Really me? are you sure?" she asked shocked that she was going Roget to preform on stage with one of the coolest bands on earth. "Yeah I would love too, I just hope I don't fuck it up." she said "Language!"her mother exclaimed Liv laughed "She doesn't like it when I swear, but I can't help it sometimes." She said with a shrug "Maybe I get it from you."" Do you think the rest of the band will mind? Will I get to meet them too?" She asked excited as the limo neared its destination. She was thankful that she had made her self look good before she let especially now that she would be preforming in front of thousands. Butterflies danced around her stomach but not too badly like she was going to be sick, it was a good nervous energy. "Alright well if you don't mind I think I might just call you Limbs with your permission of course I wouldn't want t do anything at all without your permission especially since I am a stranger and yes you'll get to meet the band they'll be happy to hear of this. I think I might've driven them all crazy the last sixteen years. The main reason they'll be happy to see you is because In Loving Arms is a family band. The drummer is my sister Alex and the guitar player is her husband Steven who was still her boyfriend at the time that you were being conceived" he said with a laugh as the limo stopped at the band entrance of the stadium "Before we get out though I have one more surprise for you Olivia" slowly he reached inside his coat pocket and pulled out a key "This key belongs to the very expensive sports car convertible in front of your house since you're sixteen and will be soon getting your license the car is now yours" he said happily as he opened up the door and got out waiting outside for Stacey and Olivia. Stacey smiled as she watched the interaction between Olivia and Robert it was as if they'd known each other their whole lives. Then as the limo stopped her mouth dropped hearing that Robert was giving the car he always called his baby to Olivia and tears stained her eyes with happiness before taking Robert's hand so she could get out and waited for Olivia to get out so they could all go backstage. "Sure that's fine, something special for you to call me." She said with a smile. Her smile widened as he explained the band, "So you mean to say I have more family? I thought it was always just me and mom, This is crazy!" She exclaimed she wished she had better circumstances to meet her fathers' family other than the death of her mother but nothing she could do to change it, and she was happy that she would hopefully not be alone when her mother did leave her. Her mouth fell open, and she slowly reached out to the key and let it sit in both their hands for a moment before taking it from him "Really? For me? Will you teach me how to drive? Mom said she would but..." She trailed off before she started to tear again, not wanting to ruin the moment with tears. She Tucked the key safely into her pocket and leaned over and kissed his cheek "You are more than I could have ever hoped for in a father." She said with a blushing smile. Olivia excited the car and joined her mother and father. "OMG, this is so exciting, mom you were so lucky all those years ago." She said imagining the wild concerts and parties of the 80s, seeing the band when it was new and on the rise. The band was still wildly popular and had sold out shows, but there is something special about the recordings she had seen of concerts back then, everyone was so free and fun. She had been jealous she had not been her mothers sister and not her daughter, they could have gone to shows together. As Olivia got out of the car Robert linked arms again with both Olivia and Stacey and spoke softly to her "Limbs it is then and yes you do have more family. I have two sisters, my mom and dad are still alive. I have two nieces, a nephew and even one grandparent from my dad's side, but he's pretty old and senile. Also, to answer your other question yes I would be more than happy to teach you to driver. After you get your permit young lady" Robert said in a teasing manner as he walked inside the stadium with Stacey and Olivia. He took them right past security to the back where the band was waiting "Alisson, Reggie you remember Stacey.""Oh, yes it's a pleasure to see you again Stacey" Allison and Reginald said simultaneously. Allison smiled as she said "So who's the beautiful little girl there eh?"" Well that's simple actually this is my daughter that I didn't know about until about a little while ago" Robert said smiling as he looked at his sister and brother-in-law happily. "So we've got a few things to talk about one. I hope you two don't mind, but we're doing that song that I wrote, and I'm singing it with Olivia also. I had an idea that I sing the song Stacey to Stacey" Robert said looking at her. Allison jumped up and went over to Olivia hugging her tight "Oh my God you are so beautiful, and you're my NIECE" she explained giddily "Also I love both of those ideas Rob."" It's a pleasure to see you again Stacey I've really missed seeing you guy's" Stacey said smiling as she hugged Olivia to her lightly. Olivia openly laughed at his teasing joke. "Um you just became me father a few hours ago, I don't think your allowed that tone of voice yet." She said joking walking with him into the impressively large stadium. Olivia liked how kind the couple was to her mother, they seemed to know her rather well and were polite and happy to see her. It was the welcome she got that turned her polite smile into a shit eating grin. Before she knew it her aunt Allison had her arms thrown tightly around her and was blubbering about her beauty. "It's nice to meet you too, and thanks." she said bushing becoming a little more shy from all the attention. She was glad to hear that both Allison and Reginald were okay with her preforming with them tonight. Olivia was overwhelmed today was the best and worst day of her life all in one. She was so thankful to have new family in her life, but her mother was still her everything and the idea of loosing her made it hard to enjoy how amazing the moment really was." Did you guys know my mom well, or just in passing?" Olivia asked her new Uncle and Aunt. And though Olivia welcomed Allison's Embrace she eventually found her way at her mothers side with each of the arms wrapped around the others' waist, hugging and clinging to each other. Allison looked at Stacey for a second. Stacey laughed to herself but nodded at her knowing what Allison wanted to say to Olivia." Well we know your mother pretty well we started our band in nineteen eighty and from that very first show your mother was there cheering us one and once she turned eighteen she was at every one of our shows. Not to mention she also sent your father thousands of love letters and well... She sent" Allison said scratching her chin wondering how to say it." I sent nude pictures of myself to your father in every single letter I had such a big crush on him that I couldn't help myself there were some really raunchy one's too. I remember after I turned nineteen I got a dildo and sent him like six pictures of me... Well fucking myself with the dildo" Stacey said with a laugh "Actually the night you were conceived Allison looked at me and threw me a condom telling me to have fun... Obviously I was having so much fun I forgot to make your dad use it, but it's fine with me because I got you out of it darling" Stacey said smiling. Robert laughed as he said "Yeah I remember those pictures. Also, I still have the letters somewhere I kept them because you meant so much to me Stacey. Well I'll be right back I actually have to go and get dressed for the show, but I'll be back here rather quickly unlike Ally I can get dressed in less than five minutes isn't that right Reggie?"" Hey man don't bring me up in this I go home with her, I want no trouble" Reggie said laughing as he took a drink of his coffee. Robert turned and walked to the dressing room and began getting dressed for the concert. "OMG mom! If I ever did anything like that you would kill me you sent him porn?" She said her mouth falling open shocked "you must have really liked him...l she said in a joking manor. "Were the good pictures?" She asked actually very curious "mom was hot back then I bet they were." She said winking at her mom. Olivia watched her father leave to get ready. She hung out with her aunt an uncle catching up on some years of them not knowing each other. They laugh and hatred until her cyber returned decked out like a true rock star. "Yes I sent him pornographic images of my body and I think they were some pretty good pictures apparently your father did too since he fucked me a couple of years later and trust me baby your daddy is amazing in bed" Stacey said laughing as she looked over to her daughter with a laugh "And yes I would kill you if I ever found out you were sending pornographic material to some man who you didn't even know. And also little girl I am still hot" Stacey said standing like a model with a smile "I Wonder if he's still got them do any of you know" she asked at Robert came back in wearing the same outfit he'd been wearing when they had, had sex over sixteen years ago. "Huh do you Robert do you still have the nude photo's." Robert had come back inside and sat down on a couch before tying up his shoes "If I still have them they'd be in that box right there" he said pointing to a large beautiful decorated wooden box." Well let's see" Stacey said wanting to know, and so she went over to the box and opened it seeing all of her letters inside and then a large Mayella envelope labeled pictures. Slowly she grabbed the envelope and opened it seeing every single one of her pictures inside "Oh my dear lord you pervert" Stacey said with a giggle "You kept every single nude picture I ever sent you. What kind of sick pervert are you" she said this jokingly." Hey be nice" he said finishing up tying his shoes "I was in love with you and unfortunately all you ever sent me was nudges I had to keep them to remember the true love that I left me half naked in the tour bus without so much as a simple goodbye. I do believe that your last words were something along the lines of. I had a nice night, but I'm getting married tomorrow" Robert said with a laugh. Olivia laughed at all her mom said. "Apple doesn't fall far for the tree maybe I need to find some hot rock star to send y photos too." She joked "and of course you are mom hotter than most girls my age!" She joked, but it was true her m had been called a mild many times before. The weirdest was when Olivia's ex-boyfriend asked for a threesome with her and her mom. That's why Olivia broke up with him." I don't blame you for keeping them I would have too" she said with wink and smile in her fathers directions. Before adding "mom that's so mean, dropping a bomb about getting married at a time like that!" She did feel bad for her father he clearly still cared about her mom, and now it was too late to really get back together now that she is dying. And she would have loved to know her father all these years." So are we standing stage side for the show? I can't wait to see you guys in action!" Olivia said to lighten the mood again. "I'm kinda nervous about singing in front of all those people though" she admitted the most she had preformed in front of was a hundred people or so at the school musical. Stacey laughed at Olivia "Yes darling and don't you forget it. I'm a milf and proud of it" she said shaking her ass jokingly she knew it'd get a response from Robert who she planned on making up with because after all these years he had come back without a reason. He could've just told her to fuck off, and she would've understood because of the way that she had acted earlier on in her life. Robert laughed "Yes you are a very sexy milf Stacey and yes stand stage side we'll show you where to go when we go out and when I want one of you two come on stage then I'll call you onstage and show you where to stand" he said looking at his watch seeing his sister and brother-in-law already leave the room to get on stage "Alright ladies follow me" he said holding his arms out to Stacey and his daughter Olivia he absolutely loved being able to escort the two most beautiful women in any room anywhere they wanted to go. After the ladies took his arm he walked them to the stairs leading onto the stage and said "Alright stay here you two oh and baby girl" he said placing the palm of his hand on Olivia's cheek "I can see it in your eyes that you're afraid you got that same look I had my first time singing in front of this many people. Before you sing close your eyes, count backwards from ten and just let your heart flow through your music. If you're still afraid after that then I want you to look directly at me and forget the crowd is even there" he said kissing her forehead before walking up on stage and the crowd began a thunderous applause for him. "HOW ARE YOU DOING EVERYBODY" he said loudly into the microphone and smiled as he heard the reply "I am Robert 'Dr. Love' Saxon as you all know. Now here is something special that I want to do. Everyone knows my song Stacey right. It's a crowd favorite wherever I go. Well I have great news Stacey is actually here tonight. Stacey can you come up here for me please?" Olivia laughed as she watched her parents flirt with each other it made her happy that after all this Time they still were attracted and care about each other. Olivia loved being able to hook arms with her father making a sandwich between her mother and her. She looked all around, it Wei Avery cool backstage lots of equipment and people, but she refocused on her father. When he spoke to her, she smiled and nodded "will do, I just hope I don't let you down or anything." She said leaning into his kiss on her forehead enjoying the feeling, that fatherly kiss that she had always yearned for as a child. She watched him light up the stage he had such energy and presence. The crowd went wild the all loved him. She felt so proud that he man they all cheered was her father. When he called out her mother Olivia beamed and kissed her moms Chega before giving her a light teasing shove to remind her to go on stage. She ppl a moment but then looked like a supermodel as she strutted out on stage and joined Robert at his side as the crowd we nuts when they saw the beautiful mysterious Stacey. "This lovely Goddess standing beside me now is the mysterious and beautiful miss Stacey. Now you all know my story about how we met, had sex and I never saw her again right well I was called only a few hours ago with her telling me that she needed to tell me something important, and I was very curious as to what this top secret news was. It was when I got to her house that I found out that Stacey gave birth to a lovely daughter who happens to be here tonight can I please have my absolutely beautiful amazing daughter Olivia join me onstage for a song please. Stacey baby go sit on the piano and after the duet is done I am going to sing the song Stacey to you while I play piano" he said smiling as he kissed Stacey lightly. Stacey smiled as she saw the beautiful grand piano on stage and walked over to it sitting on it. She looked beautiful it looked as if she were born to sit on the piano like girls did back in the past. After Olivia got up on stage and took her place beside him, he wrapped his arm around Olivia's waist and began talking "Tell me gentleman isn't my daughter absolutely beautiful can we get a hand for her" he said as the crowd began flipping out once more "I know right but don't be getting any thoughts in your head this is my daughter and while I might be a new father I still want to get this out there so everyone knows. If you touch my daughter or hurt my daughter I swear to the almighty God above that I will kill you" he said smiling "Now that we have that out of the way would you like to say something to the crowd baby or do you just want to start the duet?" Olivia was seeming as she watched her mother, it was like she was born to be on stage and cheered at. When her father called her name from stage she jumped a little but quickly recovered before entering the stage from where her mother had moments before. She was met with an equally loud roar from the crowd as her mother had gotten. She waved tentatively to the crowed and smiled big, looking to the side noticing that it was her pretty face and curvy body on the jumbo screens around the stadium. With her fathers arm wrapped securely around her waist she felt less nervous and more secure on stage in front of thousands. Olivia blushed as her father instigated the hollering of the crowd. Olivia openly stared at her father on stage as he spoke so protectively. He sounded just how she had imagined he would, she had always wanted a daddy to protect her in ways a mother really can't. But as her father reminded her and the crowd of the duet she turned back to the crowd. "Um let's get right to the music, that's what we are all here for right?" She asked both her father and the crowd. More than anything she just didn't want to speak in front of so many people more than she needed too. But Olivia did have good stage presence she was nervous but excited her blood felt like it was on fire, and she loved the way the crowd reacted when she smiled at them, or feeling thousands of eyes on her at once, she must have had more of her father in her then she thought. Stacey smiled as she sat down on the piano watching the interaction between Olivia and Robert with joy she had to admit she had some doubt about how Robert would take the news of having to take on the responsibility of being a father to a sixteen-year-old girl but from what it looked like Robert had technically hit the ground running and was loving obviously loving the job of being a father because he was acting as if he had known her his entire life. Even going as far as to publicly threaten everybody in the crowd as well as watching at home since this was a pay-per-view concert." Alright darling then give me a second, and we'll do this song" Robert said putting his bass on the beautiful stand in the middle of the stage, and he walked offstage for a moment coming back with a beautiful cherry red acoustic guitar and two black chairs he placed the chairs on the stage and sat down in one before handing Olivia a sheet of paper with the lyrics on them since they were going to do a father and daughter duet together which he knew would probably mean big things for Olivia's future "Alright" Robert said as he moved the microphone stand so where both of them could sing together "I want to introduce this song it's a brand new one that might be on the next CD the song was originally titled my beautiful, my love, my girl... But I have re-written it a little bit and the new name of the song is daddy's little princess" he said smiling over at Olivia "And I can happily inform you that my daughter and I will be singing this together." He began playing the acoustic guitar since his part started the song, and he began singing as he looked at Olivia knowing her part came up next. She followed her fathers lead and took the paper and sat in one of the chairs he had brought her. As he played and sang Olivia almost got so lost at the moment and the wound of his voice she almost forgot to start. But his eyes cued her, and she quickly caught herself before she missed her entrance. She sang in a bright clear beautiful ringing voice, it was sweet and soothing but had somebody to it. She followed his lead and sang along with him, she even added some Harmonies to the melody when they sang together. The song was beautiful and meaningful and brought a slight tear to her eyes. As they sang lighters came out and swayed back and forth filling the stadium with floating swaying twinkling lights, it was one of the most beautiful moments of her life and she would never forget it; her new-found father and her beautiful mother smiling on stage, all of them together happy. It was a memory she would cherish especially when she did lose her mother. She was surprisingly not nervous at all because she didn't even look at the crowd, her body faced them, but her eyes were on her father. As the song ended the crowd erupted in cheers and hooting and Olivia leaned in and gave her father a kiss on the cheek. She looked over to her mother and smiled, happy she hadn't messed up too badly and had gotten through the song without ruining her fathers beautiful songwriting. She was a lot less nervous than she thought she would have been and loved the rush the crowd gave her when they cheered her on. Robert smiled as he felt Olivia give him a kiss on the cheek, and he pulled her to him lightly and said "Thank you for singing with your dear old father give her another round of applause please" Robert said smiling as the crowd went crazy once more he then whispered in Olivia's ear "Don't be surprised if your bombarded with talent agents and record companies that want to sign you because of how well you did but please before you agree to any contract or anything come to me because I know who can help your career and who will try to use to make their wallet's fat" he whispered to Olivia happily. Slowly though Robert moved to the piano and said "Alright we've had many requests to play our most famous song Stacey once again because we haven't played it in a while but this time I am going to sing the song to the actual Stacey" he said happily as he began playing the piano so where it had a beautiful sound, and then he began singing to Stacey as he looked into her eyes so where she could know that he truly did love her. Stacey blushed cutely as Robert began singing the love song to her. "I don't really think anyone would want me, but if you think, so I will make sure I ask you, pops, first." She said with a wink before she waved to the crowd and existed of the same side she entered. She wanted to give her mother and father this moment on stage alone, and did not want to distract from the beautiful music and display of affection that was taking place before her. Furthermore, she had to wipe away a tear as she listed to her father sing sweetly, it made Olivia so happy that her mother could have this moment. Furthermore, she couldn't believe that all these amazing things just happened but that she was losing her mother as well. Furthermore, she wondered if she would be staying with her father now, going on tour with him...' Probably not, he is too busy...' she thought to her self knowing her father was busy and had important things to do, and having his teenage daughter that he just met tour with him may be strange to him. She was too nervous to ask Robert if she would stay with him when her mom did die, so she decided she should ask her mother later. As the song ended Olivia hooted and Holland from backstage as the crowd ate them up whooping loudly singing the lyrics loudly even after the song ended. It was a sight to be seen not to mention her mom looked super hot up there, Olivia was proud of her Stacey was overjoyed and in tears as she heard Robert her first crush, the father of her baby and the man she now knew was her soul mate singing a love song wrote about her to her, it was the most beautiful thing she had ever heard. She had witnessed first hand a father and daughter bond beginning to form, and she now knew that she could leave this world knowing that her daughter would be completely safe and taken care of. After the song was over she said it loud enough for the microphone to catch her voice "Robert I love you, I always have and be good to my baby girl" and with that her body began shutting down she fell off the piano and because the disease was so advanced even through her fighting her body began to slowly die. Robert smiled as he leaned up to kiss Stacey after the song as he was pushing the bench backwards to stand he sat that Stacey had fallen off of the piano, and he hopped up beginning to check her pulse seeing that it was steadily declining you could tell by his face that he was completely distraught "CALL AN AMBULANCE" he yelled as the tears started flowing down his face "Stay with me Stacey please don't die" he whispered in a voice that could only be made by a man who was losing his true love what he didn't know was that the microphone had caught him saying that "I love you please Stacey" he said now holding her in his lap lightly stroking her back. The ambulance was there in a matter of minutes and getting Stacey on the stretcher as she was being placed into the ambulance she saw Olivia "Come here darling" she said waiting as Olivia got up on board slowly she placed her hand on Olivia's cheek and smiled "My beautiful baby you have to promise me that you will take care of your father. He's a great man and deserves your love. Plus I know only in each other can you both begin to let the pain of my passing slowly decrease."

A learning experience (AmyBeth&myself)|rating:3.0

Hogwarts_ The Turning Point (IC Closed)

It's 1898, the reign of the Muggle queen Victoria of the United Kingdom is drawing to a close and things are shifting in both the Wizarding and Muggle worlds. The brilliant and talented Albus Dumbledore is seventeen, ambitious, a rising star in Hogwarts and ready to tackle the world while his brother Aberfoyle is considered notably....less so but the younger Dumbledore has never cared for the opinions of others, and he's not going to start today. Hogwarts is starting up yet again and things will go on as before, or will they? Acceptance letters have been given, new students are coming, and old students are returning, and the young witches and wizards of the Wizarding community are going about their lives as the first day of Hogwarts starts up again. However, not everything is as normal as it appears. There's something lurking in the shadows, something dangerous just growing and waiting to be released, and it wants to take over the magical world. Lives will be ripped apart, but nobody knows this...yet. Sheila Black"Sue, I'm telling you. It's not going to happen, at least if Father and Uncle have anything to say on it." Two girls were speaking to each other on the 9 3/4 Platform at King's Cross Station waiting on the Hogwarts train to come and take them back to wizard school. One young witch who was very beautiful and dressed in all black, her long blonde hair like silk and her honey brown serious was with another witch who was as dark as she was pale. The other had olive skin and an untamed mane of black curls with flashing black eyes that sparkled with mischief. They differed greatly in looks but had the same nose and facial features, so one could tell they were related if they looked close enough. The dark haired girl shrugged, the high heels of her boots clacking against the platform and her tailored black trousers standing out from the array of colorful skirts and bonnets that stood out on the train. Sheila, or Sue as she was known informally brushed out her brightly patterned blue and gold robe which was basically a long-tailed waistcoat that ended above the knees. "Well I'll be of age in three years Carina, and it's not like they can do anything about it then. I tell you, this whole blood purity thing is stupid. I love Uncle but he's an asshole. Uncle Phineas is an asshole, how did he become headmaster anyway? He hates kids, he hates his job, I don't understand! I love Mum and Dad too, but they need to understand that I'll be friends with whomever I wish." Sue's choice of attire was considered scandalous by many in her era, as well as the red lipstick she wore. Women were not to wear trousers and cosmetics and three inch heeled boots, but she was a Black and so could do whatever for the most part, but that didn't stop the talk. She'd have to transfigure them into a skirt and blouse for her uniform when they got to Hogwarts, but while out of school she was going to be comfortable and damn the haters. Saying goodbye to her sister, Sue went to go look around the platform for a bit when she squealed as her vision got dark. "Whey...what's happening?! Unhand me!" she cried but relaxed when a familiar rich laugh filled her ears." Calm down Sue, you're going to have people thinking I'm robbing you!" the boy laughed, lifting his hands from her eyes. Sue whirled around and looked up into a grinning face. Bright blue eyes were dancing with laughter and the familiar messy auburn hair looked even messier. Sue blushed indignantly and then laughed, slugging the taller boy in the arm. Like her, Aberfoyle was very large for his age." Ab, not cool! I could've hexed your ass, what the fuck!?" she half glared, half laughed. She and Aberfoyle Dumbledore had been best friends for six years and a couple for nearly a year. Her parents would have a fit if they found out he was half blood, but Sue didn't care. They both had their wild ways, and they loved the same things so they were a good match. Aberfoyle gave her a quick kiss. "Sorry Sue....no I'm not! I'm not sorry at all!" he laughed. Sue rolled his eyes and kissed him back. "You're a git." she murmured against his lips. She squeaked when he lifted her up, he was quite strong after all from spending all his free time outdoors." Yourgit." he said back with a sly smirk and another kiss before putting her down on her feet again. "Better be." Sue muttered into his Gryffindor colored jumper as she hugged him. Arcturus Black II Arcturus, or Ru's as he was often known as, had said good by to his mother as he and his older siblings boarded the Howard Express. Their father wasn't there, since he was already at the school after all. Ru's' father was Phineas Nigel Black, Headmaster of Howard school of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Sometimes however, Ru's wished that he wasn't. He felt like he could never meet up to his father's expectations, and he always felt like he always acted more like his headmaster than his father. Despite being quite popular because of his father and his quidditch skills, he was a quiet kid and usually kept to himself. As he got onto the train and went to find a cabin for himself he saw his cousin Sue kissing Aberfoyle Dumbledore, holding each other very closely. He and his cousin Sue weren't on the best of terms, mainly because his father always took issue with the way she acted. SUR seemed to hold that against Ru's, but he never actually minded the way she dressed. He also wasn't nearly as prejudice as his family, though he was also afraid to speak up about it. He cleared his throat softly as he stood in front of them. "Hi Sue," He said politely, though he didn't sound very comfortable. Sue looked up when she heard a noise and turned around in the red head's arms to see her cousin Arcturus standing there looking very awkward. Ru's seemed to have some sort of problem with her and Sue had no idea why. She also got mad at him a lot because he never really stood up for her when his father belittled her, and he went straight to his father with everything she did. She loved him but she couldn't understand him. The dark haired girl turned very red and three pairs of eyes just met before she finally spoke up. "Hello Ru's. So, I'm guessing that Uncle will hear about this?" she said dryly before turning to Aberfoyle. "Ab, this is my cousin Arcturus Black." Sue said to the auburn haired boy. Aberfoyle looked back and forward between them." Headmaster's son?" Ab asked and Sue nodded. There was a swish of robes and footsteps as the train was boarded." Aberforth! There you are, I've been looking all over!" A male voice called from behind them. Aberfoyle groaned into Sue's hair. "Great, this git." he muttered and then turned to face a tall boy with long red hair and glasses and the same bright blue eyes that he had. The beginnings of a beard were also starting to grow in." What do you want Albus?" Aberfoyle demanded. He and his brother were on very shaky ground with each other, they couldn't stand one another the majority of the time. Aberfoyle thought him a pompous git and Albus thought his younger brother was lazy and inept. Sue actually quite liked Albus, he was okay when he wasn't tuning out the world. Ann Weasley Three more people boarded the train when it finally rolled into the station, all redheads. Two of them were tall boys with bright blue eyes and one looked more serious than the other. Between them was a small girl with red hair that curled over her back, tied up neatly with a black vow, and she was so thin that her Hogwarts robes nearly swamped her." Hey Twigs, Pony and I are going to sit here okay? If you want to join us then we'll be back there." the taller of the two said. The girl nodded to them and clapped their shoulders as they left, sitting down to read her book. Where was that bastard? George Potter was a year below her, and they were dating now, after months of her turning him down and a detention later they ended up actually liking each other. How she had now idea, but she hoped he wasn't flirting again. Although she loved George now, she disliked him in the first place because he was condescending and flirted with everybody, but he did make an effort to change probably because he feared death. Ru's heard Sue's question and could tell that she expected him to snitch on her. He had done it before, but only to get his father's attention. It didn't work. He knew his father would be furious if he found out. He didn't see any reason to do that in this case. Furthermore, he merely shrugged to Sue, trying to play it cool. "He doesn't have to, I don't see a reason to tell him." He said sincerely. He had a feeling his presence wasn't wanted. "Don't worry, I'll leave now. I'll pretend I didn't see anything." He said before turning to walk away from the cabin. George Potter George said goodbye to his parents and siblings before heading onto the train with his luggage, his broomstick, and his pet cat, who was named Thunderbolt after the white strip on his stomach that contrasted with his brown fur. He walked through the hallway of the train, looking for his girlfriend Ann. They had started dating late last year, and only really became friends less than a year ago. Before then, they had been rivals and didn't seem to like each other at all. That all changed after one night they took it too far and started fighting in the hall. They were both sent to detention and while they were alone reconciled, starting their friendship. Despite his usual attitude, George actually really cared about his relationship with Ann, and was trying really hard to make it work. He was crazy about her, and was afraid she didn't trust him completely yet, which he knew he deserved. He had a tendency to continue to flirt, and even though he would never take it any farther than just playful words, he knew it hurt Ann's feelings. Furthermore, he was getting better though, and didn't do it nearly as often as before. Soon George found Ann sitting alone, reading her book peacefully. He smiled and stood watching her when Thunderbolt dropped from his place in George's arms and went over to Ann's curling up in her lap under her book. Even when they were enemies Thunderbolt had had a natural affinity for Ann and always seed very comfortable around her. "Morning beautiful, it's great to see you again." George said with his signature smile. Then he got a little more serious and paused, "I really missed you Ann. Here, I got you something." He said before pulling out of a long and thin black box from his bag. Inside was a golden necklace with small beautifully crafted broomstick shaped decorations lining the outside. George had got it to match her golden snitch earrings that he had bought for her. She loved watching quidditch and now that they were dating was his biggest fan. He was looking forward to playing again knowing she'd be in the stands rooting for him this time. "I was looking for you of course, we may have our differences, but somebody has to make sure you get on the train. Knowing you, you'd probably use any tactics to avoid going to school this year." Albus said matter-of-factly, a large silver cage in his hands. "Hello Sue." the older boy said cordially. "Hi Albus." Sue waved while her other hand rested on Aberfoyle's arm in a comforting gesture, trying to defuse the tension between the two brothers. Aberfoyle sneered. "I appreciate your "concern" Albus, but politely stay out of my shit." the younger boy spat back. Sue wrapped her arms around him and kissed his cheek, Aberfoyle returned the embrace but glared at his brother over Sue's shoulder, as if he was five seconds away from punching him in the face. It wasn't as if they hated each other, but pretty damn close. They had their moments, but those were few and very far in between. Inside the cage was the strangest bird that Sue had ever seen. It was obviously only a baby, maybe a few months old, but it was obviously no owl. It was covered in dark red fluffy feathers and its beak and eyes were the brightest gold she'd ever seen." Is that the baby phoenix from the aviary that hatched last year? He's adorable!" Sue cooed. Albus gave a fond smile. "Yes he is, Professor Andres said he's bonded with me, I would stay after and help look after him a lot, so I get to take him home sometimes. I've called him Fawkes." he said, which made Abe more Missy. So what, he got a bird to like him. Make the bastard Minister. Aberfoyle turned around and wrapped an arm around the dark haired girl's waist." Come on Sue, let's get to our cabin. I haven't seen you all summer." he said, half pulling her away with Sue's black and white cat Maverick following behind. Sue sighed and leaned into him, would those two ever get along? It's a wonder they haven't killed each other yet. Ann looked up from her book when she felt something warm and fuzzy brush against her hands. Her barn owl Artemis hooted in the cage next to her and Ann smiled down at her lap when she saw who the intruder was. Thunderbolt was a sweet kitty, much nicer than his owner had been at first, and so she petted him fondly." Hey little guy, where's that shadow of yours huh?" she said affectionately, tickling his belly. Hearing footsteps she looked up from thick red bangs and grinned. Her boyfriend had finally arrived, George Potter was super popular and could have any guy she wanted, but instead he chose her. More like they chose each other for some odd reason, but they worked together." Hey goof, I missed you too. Letters are damn poor consolation." Ann blew him a kiss and smiled but was sincere in her words. She then smiled when George gave her a box." Georgie, you didn't have to get me anything." she said as she took the box and gasped. It was a lovely necklace, and it went with her earrings perfectly. She loved to watch her man play Quidditch, she was always there to cheer him on like he was in her dueling matches, and to protect him from the harpy sluts who always wanted to flirt with him. She and her friend Sue often watched them together, Aberfoyle was one of the beaters on the Gryffindor team, and he was very good at it." Babe, it's beautiful. But there is a gift that I'd like a bit more." she aids flirtatiously, tapping her lips with a finger and taking George's hand. Thunderbolt purred softly in Ann's lap and squirmed as she ticked him, rolling around in her lap happily. George smiled at Ann's words and when she blew him a kiss. He was happy that she seemed to like his gift too. He took the necklace and gently wrapped it around her neck and latched it in place. "It's beautiful, just like the redhead wearing it." He said in a flattering tone. He then smiled a bit micheseously as Ann gave a flirtatious gesture and took his hand. "And you say I'm the flirty one. Well, I'd hate to refuse my princess a gift." He said with a smile, leaning in and kissing Ann tenderly, wrapping his free hand around her waist as they kissed. Aberfoyle and Sue were in their own cabin sitting very close to one another, fingers entwined together and occasionally one would whisper something to the other causing them to laugh. It drew stares from some of the prudes who thought it improper, but it wasn't like the teenagers cared one bit. Ann grinned at George and blushed at his compliment a bit before he kissed her. She happily kissed him back before gently pulling away, patting the empty seat next to her. "So Georgie, tell me about your summer. Did you have fun, I had fun, but I missed you? Why didn't we visit each other?" she asked, kissing him again but a snort and cough was heard behind them and Ann's brothers Sections and Pontus looked disapprovingly at the scene, although Pony looked amused and was giggling. Ann waved at them dismissively, still kissing George. George kissed Ann until she pulled away and motioned for him to take the seat next to her. He smiled and sat down, putting his arm around her as he sat down close next to her. She then asked him about his summer, "It was petty fun Ann. You know we went on vacation to Switzerland. It was really great, but I wish you could have been there. We should have visited each, Switzerland would have been much more fun with you there." He told her with a smile before he was pulled in to another kiss. He didn't mind at all though, and he responded enthusiastically. When Ann's brothers showed up and attempted to interrupt, George didn't pull away either. Not interested in breaking the kiss if Ann wouldn't. After a little while though, the need for air forced then to pull away, and George smiled a little breathlessly at Ann. "You know, I actually have another surprise. I asked my parents if I could come home with you for Christmas, and they said yes, if it's okay with your parents that is." He said to her with a smile, waiting to see her reaction. "Switzerland? And you didn't bring back any Swiss cheese or chocolate?" she joked with mock annoyance. "I am glad that you had fun though, I would've loved to see the Alps with you. Did you guys go to the Alps, I hear it's best to go in winter since it makes for awesome sauce skiing? I'd love to spend Christmas with you sweetie, I'm sure my parents would like it too. Pontus likes you, you guys have a lot in common you know." Ann smiled as she fed Artemis an owl treat. Sue was looking around, she decided that she may as well get thus over with so she drew her wand across her outfit and transfigured it into a long blue skirt with a white blouse and blue and gold vest before throwing on her Hogwarts robes. Also, she transformed her shoes into something more sensible before sitting down. Aberfoyle moved closer to her and hugged her, to which she responded happily. Ann saw her friend and Aberfoyle and smiled at them with a little wave, Sue waved back and gave her a wink which made Ann laugh. "Georgie, I'm sure you know Sue and her man." the redhead told her boyfriend. George smiled at Ann. "Sorry babe, I'll bring back souvenirs next time." He said with a grin. "We did go to the alps, and you're right that it's probably better in the winter. Maybe one day we can go together." He told her before she spoke about her family. "Well, I'm glad they will be okay with it. I like Pontus too, maybe this year we can hang out some more." Then George saw Ann looking over to Sue in another compartment, and then she spoke up to George about them. "Ya, I know them. Aberfoyle is on my Quidditch team. He's pretty nice, he's not a huge fan if his brother though. They fight a lot from what I've seen." George said to Ann as they sat together. "Yeah, those two get into it quite a bit. They can't stand each other, but I don't think they totally hate each other though, it's just that they don't understand each other. They have nothing in common together, Albus is ambitious, proud, loves school and dreams of nothing more than leaving and traveling the world. He has a huge sense of his own grandeur. Aberfoyle on the other hand is more family oriented, of the earth, he's more governed by his emotions and thinks debate is too subtle. He thinks Albus gets way more attention than he does and the elder rubs it in. He feels like Albus thinks everybody else is beneath him and only cares about his ambitions and thinks basically that Albus is a pompous git who ignores everybody. Albus thinks Aberfoyle is too violent and lazy when it comes to schoolwork. But they're both pretty good people. I think they just need to sit down and talk for once in their lives, and maybe they'll get along just a bit more." Ann said. George nodded when Ann told him about Aberfoyle and Albus. "Ya, I've heard Aberfoyle complain about Albus before, hopefully they can put aside their differences eventually. Siblings shouldn't fight like that." George said to Ann as they sat together on the train.Meanwhile, Ru's had found some of his Slytherin friends and was sitting with as they chatted happily and caught up with each other's lives. Ru's didn't talk much as usual, and he mostly just sat and listened to the others. He thought about Sue a bit as he sat. They hadn't been very close, and he knew it was mostly because of his father. That actual made him kind of sad. He didn't want to be in his father's shadow forever, but he was also scared to stand up for himself and do something his father would disappoint in. Speaking of Albus, he was currently in a very heated conversation with Carina Black, Sue's sister. Carina had no qualms speaking to non-pure bloods, especially if they were interesting. The two were in the same year, and they were friends, they often talked together. The blonde witch reached up to adjust her pointed hat which had skidded off a bit. Sue meanwhile thought about school a bit, how she was going to make up for lost time with Aberfoyle and how maybe she and her uncle wouldn't get into it too much this year. But she also thought about Ru's, he was her cousin, but they weren't very close, hadn't been since they were little really. Sue wondered why that was, he was family, and yet they weren't friends. Nowhere near as bad as Albus and Aberfoyle, at least she and Ru's could be civil to each other and not attack each other in the hallways but still, it was sad. She suspected it was because she felt she couldn't trust him. Ru's was always looking for his father's an approval, and he'd do anything to get it even get her in trouble at least that was how she felt. Soon the Hogwarts Express pulled into the station at Hogwarts, slowing to stop as the loud horn blew in the quite air. Thunderbolt heard the sound and stretched lazily in Ann's lap before hoping off and preparing to leave. George smiled and took Ann's hand as they got their luggage and headed toward the carriages that would take them to the castle. George assumed Aberfoyle and Sue would sit with them since Ann and Sue were close friends. Rus made his way off the train as well and headed toward the carriages. His friends wanted to sit with him, but he made a lame excuse why he had to stay back. He soon found Aberfoyle and Sue walking off the train and headed toward them slowly, still a little unsure of what he was doing. "Hi," He said to Sue when he reached her. "Do you mind if I ride in a carriage with you? My friend's cabin was full up." That wasn't actually true, but he needed an excuse to join them. His lack of a relationship with Sue was bothering him for some reason, and he was determined to fix it. Tonia wrote:Soon the Hogwarts Express pulled into the station at Hogwarts, slowing to stop as the loud horn blew in the quite air. Thunderbolt heard the sound and stretched lazily in Ann's lap before hoping off and preparing to leave. George smiled and took Ann's hand as they got their luggage and headed toward the carriages that would take them to the castle. George assumed Aberfoyle and Sue would sit with them since Ann and Sue were close friends. Ru's made his way off the train as well and headed toward the carriages. His friends wanted to sit with him, but he made a lame excuse why he had to stay back. He soon found Aberfoyle and Sue walking off the train and headed toward them slowly, still a little unsure of what he was doing. "Hi," He said to Sue when he reached her. "Do you mind if I ride in a carriage with you? My friend's cabin was full up." That wasn't actually true, but he needed an excuse to join them. His lack of a relationship with Sue was bothering him for some reason, and he was determined to fix it. Sue and Aberfoyle were walking off the train and toward the carriages hand in hand, their luggage trailing behind them in midair thanks to a levitation spell." A little time, just the two of us, no interruptions eh?" Aberfoyle winked a bright blue eye at Sue, who blushed a little." Merlin's balls Ab, is all you can think about is snogging me?" she asked in mock hurt. The tall boy drew close to her and put an arm around her waist as they walked. "How can you blame me, I mean I got a lovely girlfriend." he said, kissing her cheek. Sue leaned against HOM. "I'm thinking about transforming my real clothes back, fuck a uniform. My trousers are a hell of a lot more comfortable than this pinch skirt shit." she grumbled, tugging at her waistband. Just then, Ru's walked up to them and asked to sit with them. He looked very nervous but determined as well, Sue and Aberfoyle looked at him confused, he never asked. And also they were disappointed that they wouldn't be alone this ride. Sue wanted to talk to her cousin anyway and Ab wasn't mean enough to say no, so after a bit Sue spoke up. "Well, okay I guess." she said a little awkwardly. Ru's was glad that Sue and Aberfoyle didn't reject his request, though it was clear they weren't very enthusiastic about it. He realized he might be interrupting something but decided it was too late to back out and merely nodded in thanks as he got into the carriage with Sue and Aberfoyle. He sat across from them in silence for a few minutes until he finally decided he just needed to say anything to break the awkward silence that was stewing. "So... what did you do this summer Sue, and what you Aberfoyle?" He said, self consciously criticizing himself for such a lame and awkward question, but he was clearly grasping at straws for something to talk about. "Well you know, same old. Took care of the goats, fought with Albus, snuck into some bars, went to London, fought with Albus, hung out with my friends and....yeah. Pretty much sums it up." Aberfoyle told Ru's as they rode. Sue then spoke up next." Basically we did what we do every summer, went to Germany to see Mom's folks. It was pretty fun. So, what did you do?" Sue asked. Ru's listened quietly as Aberfoyle and Sue told him about their summers. He had figured that Sue would be in Germany like she usually was. He and his family had gone a few times themselves, but not as often as Sue's. Furthermore, he was quite interested in Aberfoyle's story, since he knew that Aberfoyle often interacted with Muggles since he lived near them. Ru's had never really interacted with a Muggle before as his family believed that was bad for their reputation. He then heard Sue ask him what he had done that summer. "Well, we visited Hungary for a while. It was pretty cool. There were a lot of dragons there, then mother and I went to Ireland, which was cool to but." His voice trailed off a bit unintentionally. "Father couldn't come on that one, he was too busy with work." Russ aid, a little sadness in his voice as he diverted his eyes slightly. Sue listened to her cousin's tale of what happened over his summer, and then he started to get sad because his father couldn't make it. She patted his shoulder in a comforting gesture, something she had never done before." Well, Uncle is always working, he can't help that sometimes. Even though he's an ass, he does care about you guys I know that much. Although I don't know how he had to work if it was summer and all the kids went home. I never understood why he of all people made Headmaster. It's clear he hates kids, he only likes the ones related to him. And we'll be at Hogwarts soon so we'll see him in a bit." Sue said. A glint of something silver caught the light and Sue saw that her necklace had slipped out of her collar. It was a simple piece, a silver chain with the Black family crest on it. Sue leaned back in her seat and yawned a bit, resting on Aberfoyle's shoulder. He smiled, wrapping an arm around her and kissed her hair. Ru's was a little surprised when Sue put her hand on his shoulder, but nodded in thanks at her attempt to comfort him. "I know you don't like him Sue, and I understand why, but he's not bad all the time. And he does care about his students, even though he doesn't show it. I just feel like, I can never live up to his expectations." Ru's admitted, stopping speaking when he realized that Sue was falling asleep on Aberfoyle's shoulder. "Hey, what're you going to do for this Halloween Ru's? I asked Sue what she would go as and what her plans were, but she wouldn't tell me! All she said was that her costume was sexy blank and that it was a surprise where we were going. Not cool man, what is with women?! But I know whatever Sue wears will have a shock factor of about a million. That's usually what she does, last Halloween she was a sexy cat or something. I was shocked, even for her. Not whorish mind you, but damn! She says that it's all the rage in wizarding Italy and Paris, and she showed me a magazine and she was right! But Italy and Paris are cities of scandal, they thrive off it like Sue does." Aberfoyle said to his girlfriend's cousin. Ann was reading in the carriage next to where George was sitting, the enchanted Snitch earrings fluttered their wings and turned in her ears. "I'm guessing Ab and Sue wanted to be alone, but Ru's went ahead and cock-blocked. I know Sue probably was not pleased." she laughed a little. "It must be hard for them, I mean Sue is the Hufflepuff seeker and Ab beats for your team, that would kill me that the person I'm dating is on the rival team from me. But hell, it's probably good for them. Competitive as they are." Ann pushed a lock of red hair from her face and looked out of the window. Ru's merely shrugged at Abe's question of costumes for Halloween. "I don't know. I don't usually dress up or anything. It's not really my kind of thing." Russ aid to his cousin's boyfriend. He then got a little uncomfortable as Abe started talking about Sue's sexy costumes. Sexuality and open provocativeness wasn't something he was very comfortable with. He had grown up in a very conservative family and was quite shy. He merely nodded his head and smiled weakly, not able to think of a response. George had been resting his head on Ann's shoulder, and staring out the window when she spoke up. He lifted his head and gave her a quick kiss on the lips before responding to her. "Ya, I can imagine Sue must not be happy about Ru's intruding. And you're right, it'd suck if we were competing against each other, I'm glad we're not in that situation." He then gave a mischievous smile, "I'd still beat your butt if we were to play against each other though." He added playfully. "A wizard who doesn't celebrate Halloween!? What is bloodywrongwith you!? Are you sick?" Aberfoyle asked in absolute shock. Halloween was one of the biggest magical holidays if not the biggest. He hadn't realized how loud he was until Sue grumbled and shifted in his arms." Sorry princess." he whispered apologetically and then turned back to Ru's, raising an eyebrow when he started to get uncomfortable when he talked about sexy outfits." Okay, that reaction is not normal for a teenage boy. It's probably because she's your cousin and all, and that I understand but don't most Blacks marry cousins? I take it either your parents are strict as hell about sex, or you're gay like my brother. Albus is gay, he doesn't tell anyone but I know. He makes it so obvious, no straight man dresses and acts the way he does." Aberfoyle told Ru's. The younger Dumbledore brother was infamous not only for his wild ways but also for his blunt nature. He said exactly what he thought to anybody and had no tact or filter, not caring if it sounded rude. Ann rolled her eyes when George bragged that he would beat her and gave him a sly smile. "Oh really? I remember when we were rivals that I beat your ass more than once when we dueled, once you were curled up crying for your mum when I hexed you." she told him, all of a sudden the carriages slowed down before stopping. Ann looked out and saw the castle looming ahead. "Looks like we're here." she grinned. Ru's shrugged at Aberfoyle's shocked reaction to his indifference toward Halloween. "I've just never seen the appeal. My parents say that that kind of thing is beneath the Black family." Then he asked him about his sexuality. "Well, it's not like I'm not attracted to girls or anything. It's just that my family never really talk about things like that. And yes, sometimes Blacks marry their cousins, but that doesn't mean I'm attracted to Sue." Ru's explained to Aberfoyle as the carriages pulled to a stop. "Well I guess we're here." Russ aid, gathering his stuff and getting ready to leave. George smiled at Ann's retort. "Well you've always been better at dueling then I have. Besides, I don't want to fight you anymore. I like it when we're getting along better." He said, before leaning in and kissing her softly on the lips. Then the carriage stopped and Ann pointed out that it had stopped. "I guess so." George replied with a smile, grabbing his things as he and Thunderbolt got out of the carriage and headed toward the castle. George walked alongside Ann, and some Gryffindor girls in George's year waved and called out to George. George gave a charming smile and waved back. George had always been popular with the girls at school, but now that he was dating Ann he did his best to control himself, and it never got past playful talking with any of them. "Why would they think that? If they're the purest wizards as they claimed then they should observe wizard customs right?" Aberfoyle said dryly, it was well known that most Blacks were prejudiced to the core. His eyes widened and his hold on Sue tightened when he said about cousins. "Damn right, you better fucking not be attracted to Sue! She's mine! Carina thought you can have!" he shouted as they stopped. Sue grumbled sleepily and swore a bit before waking up and glaring at her boyfriend." Aberforth Dumbledore, if you yell and wake me up one more fucking time I'm going to punch you in the fucking face you damn turd." she said, glaring at him tired my and getting out of the carriage with her luggage. Aberfoyle smirked and laughed. "Sorry babe!" he laughed as he grabbed his own things and went to catch up with her. Carina got out of the carriage with Albus and waved goodbye before going to find her sister and brother. Ann chuckled at Georges remark sleepily and kissed him back before getting out of the carriage with her owl and her stuff. She linked her arm with his, and then she saw some Gryffindor girls trying to flirt with George and him responding. He was a playboy before they dated and flirted with all the girls which was the main reason why she rejected him in the first place, but he promised to stop when she gave him a chance. She loved him, and he did try, but he still did it sometimes and a lot of girls still flirted with him not caring if he had a girlfriend and that was a major source of tension in their relationship. Clearing her throat loudly, Ann pretended to scratch her skin with her wand but in reality she drew it slowly across her throat while secretly glaring at those girls. George heard Ann's clear her throat and he turned slightly. He could tell she wasn't happy with him engaging with the girls who were flirting with him. He wasn't able to turn enough to see her threatening gesture. Furthermore, he held her a bit closer and spoke softly. "Sorry sweetie, it's a bad habit I'm trying to break. I love you though, and only you. They'll never have me like you do, not at all." George said trying to reassure his girlfriend as they headed into the large halls of Hogwarts Castle. The sorting ceremony would begin soon which also meant the feast, which was what George was really looking forward to. Rus was quite surprised at Aberfoyle's volatile reaction, "I'm not, don't worry." Russ aid, trying to calm him down. Then Aberfoyle and Sue had a strange interaction before they both hopped out of the carriage. They left Ru's quite confused, shaking his head at what to him was strange behavior. He hopped out of the carriage himself, making his way towards the castle as he thought about the interaction that he had just had with his cousin and her boyfriend. "I'm starving Abe, I hope the feast is soon." Sue said as she walked between Carina, Areas and Aberfoyle. Aberfoyle chuckled." Me too, when the hell do we eat? Also, we could just grab some food and have our own private party, eh Sue?" Aberfoyle winked at his girlfriend. Sue kissed him and rolled her eyes." Boy, bye. I already told you, you're not getting any until you put a ring on it." she smiled. Carina backed up. "Okay, I so don't want to think of my little sister losing her virginity." the blonde winced. Ann was somewhat mollified and kissed George's cheek. "Good. And don't you forget it either." she said seriously but with a smile. "Georgie, you better not get on Professor Shackle bolt's bad side this year, Merlin knows you have enough detentions to line a dragon horde." George smiled when Ann kissed his cheek, but then Ann brought up him getting in trouble with Professor Shackle bolt. "I'll try sweetie. It's not just my fault though. She's really tough on me. She loves you, but she thinks I'm a bad influence on you. I don't want detention again this year though. It really cuts into the time we get to spend together, unless you get in trouble with me." He said with a small smile as they headed into the great hall and sat down at the Gryffindor table. "Can't wait for the feast. I'm starving." George smiled to his girlfriend as the rest of the students began filing in.

Hogwarts_ The Turning Point (IC Closed)|rating:2.0

The Johnny Reb

John Linwood rode slowly into town. It looked like so many others that had sprung up for whatever reason in the western U.S. in the days following the war that had torn the country apart. John was one more of the men who fought on both sides, who never could seem to recover from the war. He had gone home to Georgia after it was all done, and while many were making new starts in Atlanta, The only woman he had ever loved had married long ago and was living in New York City of all places. John found a horse, gathered a few things, and began to ride west. He would stop and work where he could as he drifted through Alabama, Mississippi, and Louisiana. He finally stopped in Texas for a time, but soon the carpet baggers drove him on further west. Today, once more, he would try to start his life over again. John found the general store, got off his horse, and tied it up. This horse was John's third since he left Georgia, and buying it had cost him all but a dollar and four bits of the wages he earned on a cattle drive. John didn't mind work, but he was no cowboy, in fact he was once on his way to being a lawyer, he had in fact attended Princeton. John strode into the store with a cautious look in his eye. He was a tall, slender man of Scots heritage with dark hair. He needed a shave. Furthermore, he had a razor, but needed soap and hot water. John walked up to the clerk and in a polite voice asked, "Sir, do you know of anyone in need of help?" The clerk gave a frown and shook his head as he said, "No, we don't like your kind here, Johnny Red." John kept a smile on his face and answered, "Well sir, my name is John, I did serve under Benning, but I took the oath of allegiance and have a pardon. If you was so kind, I would like to buy a bar of soap, and half a pound of coffee." The clerk answered, "I don't care what you did. You are still a red." John smiled and walked on out the store, maybe the next town was not too far, and a bit friendlier. John was just about to mount his horse when he heard a gunshot, and saw the bank across the street was being robbed. A masked man, with a pair of saddlebags draped over his shoulder, fired a second shot into the bank. John calmly drew the Army Colt pistol he had taken off a dead Union officer at Gettysburg and called out, "Stop right there, mister!" The man heard John and began to spin with his pistol raised, but before he could fire, John dropped him. There were a few frozen moments before the sheriff, the bank teller, and other town folk appeared. Everyone was telling the sheriff what John did and that he was a hero, but the sheriff took John by the elbow and said, "We still need to see the judge." The two men walked down the street to an office building with a crowd in tow. Inside the office sat a man who had seen what had happened, but returned to his work quickly. The sheriff said, "This fellow shot another fellow trying to rob the bank, I figured you better decide what we do with him." That was the moment John's fortune changed. Without looking up from the book, he was studying, the judge asked, "What's your name?" John answered politely, "John Linwood, your Honor." The judge looked up from his book and asked, "John Linwood of Roswell, Georgia?"" Yes, your honor.," John answered, thinking it odd that a small town judge might know where he was from. He looked down and saw the judge's desk plate and saw it was not only a classmate from Princeton, but his old roommate, Henry Howard. Henry was a bit of a tease and said with a chuckle in his voice, "Throw this man in a cell and call the hangman, this rascal owes me a dollar!" There was a pause and both men began to laugh, with Judge Howard stopping long enough to say, "Sorry sheriff, Mr Linwood and I are old friends, and if you still want a deputy, here is your man. "And, that was how John Linwood's first day in Sandy Creek began. Getting to the school house was rough today. The homes that she passed along the way had wives sitting out perched in their rocking chairs. "My myMissAnna, didn't know teachers were wearing breeches nowadays." Other wives that sat along their porches only laughed, but Anna just kept moving forward. That's all they had for entertainment for their worthless lives. Bullying whoever passed until their husbands got home. If she were to say anything, who knows what would happen to her. She was a woman without a husband and that alone was taboo. Eventually Anna made her way into the school house, setting down her satchel once she got to her desk at the front of the room. Kids began entering shortly after, greeting her with a wave and taking their seats. One of the smaller girls came up to Anna, her name was Grace. "Miss Marsh, why don't you dress like the other ladies in town?" The girl asked rather sweetly with the tilt of her head. This caused Anna to smile, kneeling down to the girls level. "Well Gracie... I ain't got a husband, and I don't want one. So no point in dressin' up, right?" She gave the little girl a wink and Grace ran off giggling to herself as she took a seat. The rest of the day was pretty normal. She was able to get through all of her lessons and in no time, school was over. Anna gathered her things and left to go home for the day. Anna walked out of the school house and toward the town. She needed to pick up a few items from the general store before returning home. Just small things like soap or a new comb. Maybe they had some new decor laid out. It had been awhile since she spoiled herself. Upon entering the town, Anna was a little off put by how quiet it was. Around this time the town was full of life and as of now, she was met with nothing but silence. She entered the shop while adjusting her satchel on her shoulder. “Afternoon,” Anna greeted the clerk politely and made her way to one of the corners to look at the supplies in stock. Across the room were two women who seemed oddly ecstatic about something recently that happened.“And then he shot him!” The one woman said with a wide grin. The other just stared in shock with her jaw open. “But ain’t he bad news too? I guess all hooligans are welcome now.” She said in a sarcastic tone. So someone was shot? Interesting but Anna wasn’t a nosy one. She was able to get the items she needed and left to go back home. Although, upon exiting the store she did stop to look in the direction of the office building everyone was piling into. There was a little curiosity there but not enough for her to follow through and go see for herself. When Judge Howard offered John up as a deputy, the sheriff looked away, then looked down before he said, "But, Judge, he's a red." Henry Howard gave the sheriff a hard look and said, "I know which side he was on, sheriff, we were both at Gettysburg." Henry looked at John and asked, "John, do you swear to uphold and protect the Constitution of The United States ?" It bothered John that once more he had to answer that question again, but answered, "I do.", and quickly added "I got my pardon out in my saddlebag, if anyone needs to see." With that said, the sheriff shook his head and said, "Come on, Johnny, we got a body to get off the street." John would follow the sheriff out of Henry's office and down to the bank, where they picked up the dead bank robber under the arms and drug him down to the funeral parlor. The sheriff would check the man's pockets and find a silver dollar, a folding knife, and a wanted poster. The sheriff would look at the man on the poster and then at the dead bank robber and muttered, "I'll be damned, red you just made yourself a hundred dollars. This here man was wanted. Might take a few days. But I will send a wire once we get you settled in." The two men would Anna as they left the funeral parlor, both tipped their hats and moved on. John turned and took a second look at Anna, her face had caught his attention first, and then her backside in trousers was a beautiful site too. John asked once Anna was out of ear shot, "Who's the lady sheriff ?" Henry was not sure why, but he wanted a bath and shave, so he could introduce himself to here. The sheriff answered, "That's the school teacher, Miss Marsh. And, you can forget about her being any kind of sociable. She loved only her husband, and ain't cared about no man since one of your kinds killed him at Chickamauga." John shook his ahead because he saw something special in Anna, and planned to at least try and meet her. The remainder of John day was spent getting his horse boarded, a bath and a shave, and finally dinner with Henry. They would talk about old times, how each other got to Sandy Creek, and finally, about Anna Marsh with Henry assuring John she was a hopeless cause. But, John was a man of resolve, and he planned on finding away to change Miss Marsh's mind. The next morning, he was at the sheriff's office early. Once the sheriff swore him in the sheriff walked him to the general store for some new clothes. The owner still didn't want to sell to John, but the sheriff made it clear he was a friend of Judge Howard, his deputy, and had reward money coming. The owner finally begrudgingly gave in and John was soon in new clothes, and learning the how to be a deputy sheriff. When afternoon came he positioned himself near the school ready to meet Miss Ana Marsh, trousers and all. When Anna saw the sheriff with a new man passing, she politely nodded her head and moved along. The town hadn’t had a new fella in a while and he was quite handsome. That didn’t matter to her though, she had sworn off men once her husband passed. Anna tried to make herself the least lady like to frighten men away… and that’s how she liked it.… The next day, Anna was once again barraged with insults on her way to work. She simply waved them off, knowing she was better than them. Well, in the sense that she worked hard, and they did nothing but sit on their porch and cook for their husbands when they got home. Sure Anna had done that too, but she was always willing and looking for work, anything to help get the bills paid. She and her husband worked hard to get where they were. She had a nice little home right outside the town square, one that her and her husband built together. It was a white rancher with blue shutters and a dark blue door. There was a dirt path that lead to the front door and out to the main road to walk. It was perfect. Their life was lovely… until the war came. The rest of the day was a breeze. Her students had music today so each of them were practicing. At the end of the month she had planned to put on a small recital for them in the town hall. It was just to show her appreciation to the town and to show her passion as a teacher. Anna loved children, it was a shame she never got to have any of her own. When the school bell rang, Anna stayed behind to gather her items. She swung her satchel over her shoulder and walked to the door. As soon as she opened it, she immediately noticed the man from the other day. He was the new face of the town… but why was he here at her work?“Hello sir, may I help you?” She asked with a raised brow. “Sorry Hun, if you’re looking for a teacher then you’re out of luck. My class is full so the best luck you’ll have is with the private school a few miles from this town.” While she spoke to him, she locked up the doors to the school house before turning back to him. Upon closer inspection, he was quite the looker. Even more so considering she saw him for just a glance the other day. A warm blush began to form on her cheeks, but she doubted it was visible due to the sun being so bright. John took off his hat, and drawled smoothly, "Ma'am, my name is John Linwood, and I am new in town. I am an old friend of Judge Howard's and when we passed you the other day, something impressed upon me that I should introduce myself, and inquire if I might call upon you sometime, Miss Marsh ?" John had made better introductions of himself, and he had made worse, but he only hoped that this one sufficed to allow him to make a respectable call on Anna the next Sunday afternoon after church. If she said, "no", he would try again, and once more, before he let Anna Marsh be. But, he somehow knew there was a lady in those trousers, who deep down wanted the company of a man who had a better education, and trained to be a gentleman. He looked Anna deep in her eyes, and waited on her answer, rolling his hat in his hand. Anna blinked a few times as she took it all in. Call upon her? Him? Did he not know anything about her? The woman straightened up and adjusted her bag on her shoulder with narrowed eyes. “You may not, sir.” She practically spat, turning away from him with the flip of her hair over her shoulder. Anna paused a moment to look back at him. “Now, don’t think you can come here all high and mighty expecting to get any from any woman here.” She looked into his eyes. “And you know nothin’ bout me nor what I’ve been through. Good day.” Anna turned her head away from him and began walking away. She was flattered for sure, but she couldn’t let some man just waltz on into her life. She forbid it. John would not pursue Anna, as that would be bad form, but she had not thrown water on his fire, but rather high grade lamp oil. Anna had spirit, and John liked that. He put his hat back on and walked on back to the jail where he found Henry signing warrants for the sheriff. Henry saw the grin on John faces and asked, "What are smiling about?" John kicked at a knothole in the floor and drawled out, "She told me, 'no' "Henry chuckled hard because he knew John was not about to give up now. He had seen it before when they were students at Princeton and a professor's daughter caught his eye. John only gave up on her when married and missionary and sailed to save the natives in Hawaii. He knew Henry was not about to give up on Anna Marsh anytime soon. John walked out of the jail and saw two boys playing in the street. He wandered up to the boys, introduced himself as the new deputy sheriff. After a bit of general conversation, he asked, "Your teacher, Miss Marsh, is there anything you know she likes more than anything else in the whole wide world?" The boys shook their heads no and went on their way. John would not give up, he asked different people about Anna Marsh for the next few days, and then made a plan for his second attempt at sparking some interest from her. The week seemed to roll by quickly. Except for one day when two of her students came to her, telling her about the instance with the new deputy sheriff. “He asked what you like more than anything else in the whole wide world?” The boy grinned while the other one rested his elbows on her desk and placed his chin on his fists.“Oh really now? Did he?” Anna chuckled to herself at the thought. She figured he would give up soon, she was as stubborn as a mule and no one could tame her. “Well I’ll be darned.” The woman sat back in her chair, looking off to the window.“So…” Anna raised a brow, “So what?”“So… what is it? What you’d like in the whole wide world?” The one asked sweetly, causing her to smile, reach over, and ruffle his hair. “I’m afraid that’s a secret.” She gave the boys a wink, and they went back to their seats. When Saturday rolled around, Anna had been working on her garden. It was a hobby she picked up and found that she quite liked. And now, she was planting daisies around the front, just to spruce up the place. She figured she would tend to her fruits and vegetables later. The woman wiped the sweat from her brow with the sleeve of her shirt, letting out a huff as she stepped back to admire her work. The daisies swayed gently in the wind, fitting in nicely at the front of her home. A warm smile lit up her features and as she went to grab her watering can, the handle broke. “Damned thing.” She grumbled, inspecting the two separate pieces. It was old, overgrown with rust - it was bound to fall apart, and it finally did. So, she got up, dusted off her britches and made her way back to the town. Anna was able to grab her bag from the porch just before she left, otherwise how else was she to pay for her new watering can? John sat on a bench out in front of the jail watching the comings and the goings-on the street that Saturday afternoon. The sheriff, now that he had a deputy, had taken the day to go fishing. It was a typical quiet afternoon as farmers and ranchers came to town and visited the general store and with each other. A few cowboys visited the saloon for a beer or a whiskey before seeking out one of the local soiled doves. He would see Anna coming down the street toward the general store, and unless she made a big circle to the other side of the street, she would have to pass him. When she was at the right distance, John stood and tipped his hat. Before she could pass, he asked, "Miss Marsh, may I have a moment of your time ? I am in search of some reading material, I was wondering where I might find works by Thoreau, or Shakespeare ?" Even if she walked on by, he would have at least let her know, he was a man of intellect. He watched her eyes and hoped she would at least engage him in a polite conversation. Anna had been walking for a bit, digging through her bag to organize student’s papers that she shoved inside. She was making sure she had everything just so she didn’t have to turn around and go back. As she was counting the papers with everyone’s names, she glanced up to see the one and only Johnny, the new deputy. She closed her bag once she did, acknowledging him once she was close enough.“Shakespeare or Thoreau,” Anna paused, stopping in front of him and placing a hand on her popped out hip. It was odd hearing the names come from his lips but hey, never judge a book by its cover. She pondered a moment then looked in the direction of where their old library used to be. “Sorry, ain’t nothin’ here other than my own bookshelf.” Anna shrugged. “Library shut down a while back, I hear they are gonna start rebuilding soon. Not sure when that’ll be... I… suppose I could lend you a copy.” Her words came out slowly, and she did a mental facepalm to herself. Inviting him over? What was she thinking? Anna didn’t even have other plans to make an excuse for him not to come and get a book from her. She reached up to run her hand through her hair, sighing. “Or I could give you it tomorrow’ when I pass by before work.” No one in the town seemed to have any interest in education besides the parents of the students she taught. So having someone ask about things such as Shakespeare made her excited. John saw the change on Anna Marsh's face, and decided he had his opening. He slowly politely spoke in a gentile southern tone, "Thank you very much, Miss Marsh. I have found the one thing Sandy Creek lacks are better books. There are of course plenty of Bibles, and I do read mine daily, but otherwise there is not much else to read, except Henry, Judge Howard's, copies of The Last Of The Mohicans, and Moby Dick, which we both read at Princeton." He paused and hoped he had not obnoxiously overstated that he was not a simple drifting cowboy. John knew he had said enough for now, and made a case for his worthiness to keep company with Anna. He tipped his hat, bowed slightly, and said, "Thank you Ma'am, I eagerly look forward to seeing you tomorrow." John gave Anna a smile and watched her walk away. He thought she would look better in a dress, but he was not in pursuit of Anna Marsh for her appearance, but for her intellect. Anna raised a brow at John, laughing softly and shaking her head. “Princeton? Certainly didn’t expect that. What a pleasant surprise.” Her voice hummed before running her fingers through her hair. Huh, maybe he wasn’t so bad after all. “I’ll bring a few, you can pick whatever ya like.” She offered him a small smile in return before nodding her head to say goodbye. Anna walked away, feeling quite confused. Why in the world would a fella from Princeton want to be a deputy in this little town? She supposed she would ask tomorrow, but she was impressed, to say the least. Anna always wanted to go to college, but that wasn’t something women really did. Plus, there was no way the town would get a new teacher if she left, so the kids would be without an education. That was something she wouldn’t allow. John smiled as he saw the change in Anna Marsh's face, tone of voice, and the way she ran her fingers through her hair. Hope returned to his soul with the prospect that there was perhaps an ember of attraction in her. He watched her walk away, and admired her appearance. Even in trousers, there was no mistaking that Anna Marsh was a woman. As Anna disappeared, John began to think, she had taken his baiting her with his education, but now he had to explain how a man with a college education had become a drifting cowboy, and now a deputy sheriff in a small town. How to explain that loyalty to one's family and community had come before a cause he was not completely in agreement with, and how the horror of war had forced him to become a solitary man for so long. He knew that the change happened because of his being taken before Henry Howard and the forgiveness he found in his friend, forgetting they had actually seen each other across the lines at Gettysburg. Then there was Anna Marsh, and something about her spirit that he could not explain, but gave him hope that he might be a whole man again by loving a woman. The next morning, Anna had gathered several books for John to choose from. Mostly Shakespeare so she hoped he didn’t mind. The rest of the day was easy, her students had a test today which meant she got a break. Plus, she normally called the day early during tests since she knew it took a lot out of the kids. When the last student was finished and left the school house, Anna gathered their tests and placed them in her bag to grade from home. For some reason though, she felt her heart racing and her hands became clammy. Odd. She thought to herself, leaving and locking the door behind her. She turned on her heels and began heading toward town. Anna was making excuses as to why she was feeling strange. Things like she stood up too quickly after sitting for too long, or that she didn’t drink enough water. In reality, it was because she was anxious to see John. But Anna didn’t know that. Upon entering the town, she adjusted her bag on her shoulder and made her way to where he would be. That morning, John took the time to wash with warm water to diminish the excess odor of frontier life from his body, put on his better shirt, and went to the barbers for a good shave. He came out of the barber's smelling of cologne, but looking very presentable, he thought. He spent his day with his normal duties of cleaning the jail, writing reports on the sheriff's behalf, and walking the town's street. As afternoon approached, anticipation began to build about seeing Anna Marsh. He truly did want some better reading material. The newspapers that came to Sandy Creek were always a month old by the time they arrived, not very interesting. John often glanced at the clock on the wall and watched the pendulum swing, waiting for the time he knew Anna normally dismissed class. It was a pleasant surprise when heard two or three boys chattering as they scurried down the street, it seemed Miss Marsh had dismissed her students early today. John got up from the desk where he was working, straightened himself up, went outside to the bench in front and tried to remain calm while he waited on Anna Marsh to appear. For years now, he had just existed. First, there were his years of trying to be a soldier, then came a brief attempt at trying to make a life in a near destroyed Atlanta, and finally, the drift west doing a number of temporary labors. But, today, in a small town where most adults disliked him for being involved in conflict he did not really care for, he for once again felt some hope in his soul. He would soon have reward money for instinctively killing a man who had done him no personal wrong, he was now near his perhaps dearest friend in Henry Howard, and there was Anna Marsh, the school teacher who wore trousers, but someone who Henry saw past her disguise, and saw her inner beauty. Any minute now, she should be coming his way with a few books for him, and perhaps an opportunity to find love. Ms. Anna Marsh was wearing a straw sun hat, a white, frilly short-sleeved blouse, a Pearl necklace, and dark tan trousers. She walked with confidence and had a slight pep in her step. It was quite exciting to find someone with similar interests as her. Recently it’s been hard getting out of the house and connecting with others, especially those you share no commonalities with. It was the same old. “How are you holding up?” “What are you doing nowadays?” “Find anyone special yet?” “I’m sorry for your loss…” All of those phrases - she was sick of it. Sick of being seen as a sad and lonely widow. No, she was much more than that. Upon approaching the deputy, she tipped her hat to him. And my, she couldn’t help but think of how handsome he looked. Not only that, but as she got closer, he even smelled good. Huh, subtle. She could respect it. “Afternoon deputy.” Without realizing, the poor woman had a deep red blush spread across her cheeks. It had been so long since someone had tried to impress her… even if that wasn’t his intention, still. “Brought you a couple of copies to look at … if you want to borrow them, that is.” Was she getting tripped up over her own words? What was going on? Anna shifted her attention to her bag, opening it and beginning to collect books in her hands for him. “I have plenty of copies and still even more at home if ya finish these.” She couldn’t help but gush. “Sorry, it’s been a long time since I’ve met someone who enjoys books such as these.” John smiled at Anna Marsh's approach. He tipped his hat as well, like a good gentleman should in the presence of a lady. Henry knew deep at her core Anna was a lady of determination, who lived life by her own rules, but a lady of intellect all the same, and the sort of lady John Linwood wanted to be with. John took the books like they were sacred relics with a smile of awe. He looked at Anna and smiled before he looked at the book on top, read the embossed title, and then ran his fingers over the cover and spine like they were the cheek of a beloved woman. After a few moments, looked back at Anna and saw the blush, which gave him cause to smile just a bit more. He looked into her eyes and in a sincere tone said, "Thank you Ma'am, I am in your debt. Please, ask what you will, and I will do my best to re-pay you." John was being honest, but he was also in hopes Anna Marsh might have some task that would allow him to be in her presence for more than the few minutes when they met on the street. John was glad to have the books. He wanted something to read, certainly, but he wanted to know Anna Marsh's mind, so he might have a way into her life. Anna watched as he handled her books with care, admiring them just as she had once before. It was nice to find someone with the same interests as her. And as he did admire the books, Anna couldn’t help but admire him. A handsome deputy with a knack for books? It sounded like something out of a fairy tale. Her eyes peered at his inquisitive features, to his nose, the way his jaw was curved, his lips… Anna quickly looked away, looking at the book in his hand once more. However, that only drew her to his own hands. The way they caressed the pages with such delicacy. It was like Anna forgot how it felt to be held in such a way. But, she supposed it didn’t matter - she swore to never be with another man, even as interesting and as handsome as Johnny was.“Well,” she began, looking down at her shoes in embarrassment. If he was going to borrow her books, she might as well get his help, right? Nothing wrong with that. “I have a few bags of soil I have to drag around from the back of my home for my garden, I wouldn’t mind using some help… only if you aren’t busy of ‘course.” She offered him a small smile, trying to be courteous to the man. John smiled when Anna made her wish known. "I have time now, unless you want it done some other time ?" John hoped he was not being too eager, but there was just something about Anna Marsh that was special. It was not the first time he had helped with a gardening project because he was smitten by a woman. Years ago, when he was still more boy than man, there was a girl older than him by the name of Martha Bullock who was trying her hand at gardening without the help of the family houseman. John attempted to impress Mattie by pulling bags of manure from the barn to the bed she was working on. While she thanked him and thought his effort gallant and cute, never saw him a suitor. She would a short time later marry a friend of her brother's by the name of Roosevelt and move with her new husband to New York City. John hoped his efforts this time would have better results. John waited patiently for Ana's answer. He could leave the books she had loaned him at the sheriff's office as it was on the way to her house, and make short work of her request, and offer more assistance as for her loan, and another chance to see her. Anna gave him a cheeky smile, tilting her head. “Of course - heard it was supposed to rain either later tonight or tomorrow so I don’t want all that soil go to waste.” She adjusted her bag on her shoulder, glancing around Johnny to see if she saw anyone watching them. It didn’t really matter to her if they did, she was just curious. “It’s not too far,” Anna said as she turned and began leading the way. It wasn’t long until the two of them were at her home, a small rancher at the end of a road. Her flowers were still in their pots and holes were dug in the ground, all it needed was soil. Prior to this day, she would’ve done it herself but decided to put it off. Hauling bags back and forth didn’t seem too appealing. “Give me one second, I’m going to change out of my school clothes. Would ya like a glass of water?” Anna turned to him when the two made it up to the front of her house, her hand on the door knob. "Maybe when I am done.," John answered Anna about the glass of water. He waited on the porch for Anna Marsh to change. He knew that this one act of helpfulness might be enough, but it would demonstrate the kind of man he was. She already seemed to be impressed with his mind, and now hew would show here the hard gained muscles built up as he drifted from Georgia. He wanted to prove he was a man worthy of her time and attention, and more, or find out if she was a widow so in love with her dead husband that no man could ever be in her heart. Anna nodded, disappearing into her home… In no time she came back out, dressed in overalls over a large shirt. Her hair was pulled back so it was out of her face. “I’ll show you around back, over here.” She began walking toward the back of her home, pointing out the soil to him, there were four bags total. “I can drag one over - just get what ya can.” The woman smiled sweetly then made her way toward the bags, grabbing the one on top of the pile with both hands and dragging it off. John watched Anna move toward the bags of soil, and was faced with a challenge, how was he to be a gallant male without belittling a strong woman like Anna Marsh. Beyond her beauty and intellect, John admired her resolve. It only took a moment for him to move to Anna and place his hand on Anna's and drawled out with a smile, "Mrs. Marsh, please let me do that, so you get what you bargained for." He slowly moved Anna's hand away and hoped his were not too rough and offensive. There was a time once, long ago now it seemed, when John had the hands of a gentleman. They were not soft by any means, seasoned by household chores since his family had no slaves, but not hard and calloused like they were now. He looked into Anna's eyes to gage her reaction, and with hope he had done the right thing, because he wanted them to be friends at least, if not more. "Ah, sure. It's heavy though." Anna said, taking a step back to let him carry the soil. It was true that he did offer to help and as much as she would lend a hand, she knew she'd be just slowing them down. "I'll go 'round front and start movin' things around so you know where to put 'em." She offered him a smile in response, turning away and heading back toward the front of her home. Once there, she knelt beside a part of her garden, moving some rocks and flowers out of the way. She could recall doing this with her husband, but the memory was so far away that it seemed like a dream. John slung the first bag over his shoulder and with just a little effort brought the bag of soil to where Anna knelt. He watched her for a moment before placing the bag down and going for the next. He could tell Anna was someplace else right then, so he went on and got the second bag, and placed it near the first. Furthermore, he looked down at Anna as she worked and asked, "Do you get your seeds by mail order, or from neighbors?" It was the only conversational question John could think of at the moment. His plan was simple right now, move the soil and then, unless Anna Marsh ran him off, stay and help her since things were quiet in town. Maybe then, she would let him sit with her in church on Sunday, and maybe spend the afternoon together reading. John was willing to take his time, because Anna Marsh was a treasure of a woman in his opinion. Once he brought around the first bag of soil, she cut it open and began filling one of the holes in her garden. Her hands patted the dirt down before she grabbed a packet of seeds that were already prepared beside it. When Johnny returned, she looked up at him once then back down to the soil, dropping the seeds in. “Mail order, don’t trust what others have to offer.” She said with a shrug. Anna was mostly referring to the other women in the town. They had a gardening club, collecting seeds and varieties of plants to ultimately sell to the local store. With another push of dirt, Anna filled the hole entirely and moved onto the next. “Besides, I like these better anyway.” Her voice became soft, placing the soil slower than before. John smiled and nodded before he went for the next bag, and when had gotten the last he dropped next to Anna, and asked,"What can I do to help? I used to help my mother with her Cherokee roses." He glanced over at Anna and tried to catch her eye. If he thought she would have let him without protest, John would have kissed her, but instead he took a logical step in their relationship and drawled out, "Mrs. Marsh, may I call you by your given name? I think we have known each other long enough now to be on a first name basis." John watched for Anna's reaction, and hoped he had not moved too soon. Anna turned and looked up at him, beaming. “Why, Mr. Deputy aren’t you just the sweetest? Helpin’ your mama.” She paused and turned to her flower bed, patting the soil to level it. “Don’t see much of boys bein’ nice to ladies nowadays… Nice to know there are still some good ones out there.” Anna just happened to glance at him, just to peek. And she caught him looking at her. Her lips parted to speak, but no words came out, a bright red blush developing on her cheeks. For a split second, Anna found herself looking down to his lips. Was she really this drawn to this man? No, that can’t be… After a moment, Anna snapped herself out of her daze, blinking a few times as a grounding technique. She then turned back to Johnny, tilting her head to the side causing some hair to fall in her face. “Why sure,” she took off her gloved hand and offered it out for him to shake. “Anna.” The woman said softly, giving him a small, sweet smile. "Thank you, Anna.", John drawled out as he took her hand. He held warm and secure, but not overly firm as his mother had trained him to do. He held Anna's hand a bit longer than he should and looked deep into her eyes, with a warm smile on his face, doing his best to signal this was more than just a matter of two people being friendly. Still holding her hand, John drawled out again, "Please, it is John, now that we have been proper with one another." John finally released Anna's hand and returned to the flower planting to hide his slight embarrassment at being so bold. John tried to contain the hope that now dwelled in his spirit, because he knew that if he had any chance of winning Anna Marsh's heart, he must move in slow, deliberate steps. He glanced at Anna often as he assisted her with her flower planting, and hoped he had planted a seed somewhere besides her flower bed. Anna looked down at the two of their hands, his touch surprisingly gentle. Although rough and calloused, gentle nonetheless. She looked up then, her eyes meeting his. The blush on her cheeks remained, but she soon pulled away just when he had. At that moment she realized how quickly her heart was beating. Anna swallowed hard, looking down to her garden and putting her glove back on. She knew now what his intention was, and it wasn't just trying to be her friend. And in all honesty, Anna didn't know what she wanted. It had been so long since a man has been interested in her, primarily because she turned them all away again and again." Apologies, John." She said slowly, closing her eyes a moment to think before opening them again. She shifted herself to begin gardening again, moving the soil around with her gloved hands. "I believe I mislead you," Anna didn't like saying it, she didn't want him to leave- it was so lonely. She opened her lips to speak again but found no words could come out, fearing what he thought about her. As fond of John as she was, Anna didn't think she could go through another relationship with another man. It would be starting all over, leaving her husband behind and proving to people in the town that she was 'easy'. John did not look up from his work as he answered Anna in a clear, firm voice, "You have not misled me, Anna. I understand you loved your husband dearly, and no one will ever replace him. My desire is to have a friend in town with a more educated view of the world, and is not Henry Howard. From what I can determine, with no offense to anyone, we are the only three with more than five years of formal education." John went back to working on the bed. He had not told Anna an outright lie. He did wish for them to be friends and talk about many topics, but he did hold out hope that she could love again. John kept working silently. He did not want Anna to be easy, he wanted her to be demanding of him and make him prove his worth to her. If he had wanted easy, the local soiled dove had already made it clear when the sheriff took him along to remind her of their working agreement, and his are monthly visit, that John was entitled to the same too, but the idea revolted him as he wished something more and different with a woman than just a relief of his burden.

The Johnny Reb|rating:4.0

Rayne of Blood (closed for lostpirate)

Archer Fenway was unusual. All his life, he'd trained in fighting, and learned as much as he could about as many subjects as he could. He'd seen many things in his life. He'd gone on many adventures, as some would say. So when he unearthed an ancient tome written in blood, he immediately began to study it. He'd learned a great deal from it, including an ancient prophecy." Born of Violence, both human and Chamfer, she will bear the relics of Be liar, and fight against her own kind. She will lead the way to the treasure of Salado." It was that prophecy that made him think of rumors he'd heard. And so, he'd chased that rumor. His only interest was the treasure. He ended up in downtown LA, standing on top of a rooftop, as he watched a battle between a rather stunning redhead in leather with wicked blades fighting vampires. He considered what to do, then shrugged. Furthermore, he jumped from rooftop to rooftop until he was actually above the fight, hanging between two opposing walls. Rayne had been in LA for a few days now. And there had been no action. Not till now. When she saw a couple of vampires on a deserted street next to a tall building. She got into action mode, and pounced. The two were disposed off pretty quickly, but soon she was surrounded by vampires, almost too many to count. She looked around and smacked her lips. Trap. And she had walked straight into it. No sweat, she thought to herself. She readied her weapon, and soon the fight resumed. She knocked off most of them, but one of the last three remaining ones caught her off guard, and her weapon got knocked off. One big hit to the back of her head, and she was soon fighting to remain conscious, and collapsed to the ground, vaguely aware of the peril she was in. Archer sighed, and shook his head. He drew a long bladed dagger, and waited until the remaining vampires were right beneath him. Then he dropped the rest of the way, landing behind the vampires silently. In just a few short strokes, all of them were dead, their bodies turning to ash as the blade pierced their hearts. Then he turned to look at the redhead in front of him. "So you're the halfling, huh?" He picked her up, and carried her away, making sure to grab her blades so she had them. Soon enough, she was laying on a bed in one of his safe houses, nude except for bandages, and covered in silk sheets. He was preparing food for himself, not knowing what she needed to eat. She vaguely felt someone picking her up, and tried to fight off. Her limbs though didn't even respond, and she passed out. When she came around again, her eyes hurt, refusing to open. And her head hurt. She closed her eyes, and laid back, trying to focus. She remembered what had happened, and wondered why had they left her alive. She opened her eyes to look around. It didn't look like she was a prisoner either. She pushed herself up, sitting straight. As she did so, the sheet she was in started to slide off her body, and she realized there was nothing between her body and the fabric. She held the sheet, stopping it from falling any further, and then looked under it. She was completely naked, though her wounds were dressed up with bandages. Furthermore, she shrugged. Whoever it was meant no harm, in all probability. She sat up, supporting her back against some support, holding the sheet against her body. She threw her head back, closed her eyes and went deep into thought. Where was she? Who had brought her here? What was their intent? And how had she walked into that trap? Who had set it? She was brimming with questions, and her head almost started to hurt again. A silent warning was sent by a camera placed in her room to his PDA when she awoke. He looked at it, then smiled, and nodded. He carried a tray full of food with him, as he walked slowly into the room. Furthermore, he pretended not to notice her, and carried the tray to the bedside table. Only when that was done did he turn to regard her. He studied her thoughtfully, seeming to see everything about her. He again noted how beautiful she was. Too bad she was nothing but a tool to him. He'd use her to get the treasure mentioned in the prophecy, and then leave her to whatever fate had in store for her. He studied her for several long moments, before she spoke. She heard the door to the room open, and opened her eyes, and looked in that direction. She was immediately on the ready, her instincts taking over. Furthermore, she regarded him carefully, and immediately sized him up. His body looked well-trained, and he was definitely a fighter. Right now though, he carried in food, and that didn't seem like a hostile move. She found his manner a bit unnerving though, completely ignoring her at first, and then staring hard at her. She pulled her sheet closer around herself, immediately conscious of her nakedness beneath the sheet. Furthermore, she waited for him to speak, but when he didn't she finally broke the silence"Who are you? Where am I?" Archer considered what to tell her. Then he shrugged. "My name is Archer. You almost died. You should be more careful around the Chamfer." He stretched, and then looked out the window at the sunlight. He was gauging her reactions from her voice. That way he'd know how much to tell her and when. She considered Archer carefully. She knew he was telling the truth about her almost dying. She could tell that much from how her body felt, the number of wounds on her body and the way she had passed out. But she didn't need this man telling her to be careful. Hell, this was what she did, and she good at it. She looked at him, and said "And I take it you saved me. I guess owe you my thanks, but I know enough to guess nobody has altruistic motives. Why did you save me? And what is it that you want from me?" She reached for the food he had brought in, and started to have a few bites off the plate. "Unless you just wanted a body to have fun with, which I take it you already used mine for last night". She was still a bit upset over him having stripped her, and she hated to think what else he may have done. Archer shrugged. "I was in the neighborhood. You should have known better than to walk into such an obvious trap. I'm human, and I could tell there were ten times as much hiding as you killed." He shook his head at her owing him. "You owe me nothing." Then he blinked, looking at her in shock at her statement. Then he started laughing. He laughed long and hard, almost hyperventilating from it. When he finally calmed down, he had a smile on his face. "Please. Most guys don't do the whole sleep fucking thing. It's just so passé. I tended your wounds. Your clothes were pretty much shredded, but I secured a replacement for you. I'm just waiting on it to be delivered. I also had to have one of your blades repaired. It had hairline fractures and notched edges. In the meantime, you should rest." He stood up slowly, and started for the door again. He'd definitely have to take his time with this one. She was very suspicious, and a little violent, judging from her reactions. Maybe a little angry too. Yeah, he definitely sensed hostility from her. He stopped at the door, and looked over his shoulder. "You have free run of the place. The only room off limits is my personal study. You can leave at any time, though I'd suggest you wait until your wounds are completely healed, and your clothing and blades are repaired." She felt embarrassed at having raised such questions on him. She knew she was wrong in that outburst, that all he had done was tend to her wounds. And she knew she was upset about exactly what Archer had just mentioned. That she had been a complete fool to walk into such an obvious trap. And here she was taking out her frustration on this guy who had been nice enough to save her. She nodded to him, and said "I am sorry. I didn't mean to hurt you. And thanks for doing all that." As he started to step out of her room, she called to him again "what about clothes? What do I wear till you get me those replacements?" Archer stopped again, then considered. Finally, he pointed over to an old fashioned armor that looked like it belonged in an ancient castle. "There should be some robes in there. Might even be some nightwear. This room was occupied by a young woman who takes care of the place for me when I'm not here. You should be about her size, though I must confess, you may be a bit...ahem...BIGGER...than she is." He left it at that, and bowed slightly. "If you need anything, don't hesitate to ask." she nodded to him, and watched as he turned to leave. She finished eating, and after a few minutes, she put the tray back by the bedside table. She then lay back in the bed, resting for a bit, and dozed off. She woke up with a start a little later, and was glad she felt fresh, and less tired and burnt out. Furthermore, she decided it was time to get going, and explore the place a little. She climbed out of the bed, holding the sheet against her body as she walked towards the closet he had earlier pointed to. Furthermore, she found a pretty nice looking robe, and decided to try it on. Furthermore, she looked around, and realized to her disappointment that there were no undergarments of any sort to be found. Furthermore, she found that pretty interesting, but moved on. Furthermore, she dropped the sheet, and slipped into the red, flowing robe she had picked out. As she got in, she realized what Archer had meant by 'Bigger'. The robe was very tight around her breasts, and she was getting a bit worried it might either suffocate her out, or not hold at all. Or her breasts may just pop out. She tried to push that aside too, and walked out to start exploring the place. She found a few rooms which were very ornately decorated, and started wondering what the place was all about? Furthermore, she moved on though, and continued to explore the place, trying to find something, anything that would help her know where she was. Archer had gone back to studying the book more while she was out. It wasn't until he decided to take a break and start exercising that he realized he still hadn't gotten her name. He shook his head, then shrugged, and went ahead with his exercises anyway. Mostly they were gymnastics, but there were quite a few other things he trained at. He was skilled with a blade, in the style of the Prince of Persia games, even to the point of being able to kill silently and swiftly, even against a large group. He was also an expert at throwing weapons, firearms, and a variety of other things. But all of that was just his job. He stood on a pair of poles, out of a sea of them in one room, and picked up a pair of old Egyptian blades. This set of training consisted of moving from pole to pole, all the while evading and striking imaginary opponents. He'd not had an actual training partner in years, since none could match him yet. This was what he was doing when she walked in. He wore a pair of boxers, and nothing else as he moved from pole to pole, performing complex acrobatics and aerial attacks. When she walked into this room, she was a bit taken aback at first. The place was a complete training room, maybe even more sophisticated than the one she herself used. She looked at him standing there just in his boxers, and was quite impressed with his physique. His body showed he trained hard, and stayed fit. And as she saw him run through his routine, she realized he was skilled too. She looked on in awe for a minute, and then realized she practiced much the same way herself, solo, alone. She hadn't practiced with anyone since Mince died. All of her fights against any real opponents had always been fight to death of late. She wondered what it would be like to fight him. And she also realized then, that she didn't have her blade, and felt vulnerable. Archer had no idea she was there. He was going by instinct, his eyes closed as he went through his routines. The blades in his hands danced, flashing in the firelight in the room as he moved from pole to pole. He couldn't do some of his more acrobatic moves because he wasn't wearing the chain spear he'd found in an old temple where Babylon once stood. The device looped around the arm, and lashed out when used, striking things in a variety of ways. It could be used as a whip, a blade, a spear, a grapnel, and many other things. He hadn't put it on because he hadn't felt the need to at the moment. As he flipped off of the poles, landing in front of her, he finally noticed her, and with a flash of copper, an Egyptian blade was at her throat, before he opened his eyes and realized it was her. He blushed in embarrassment, then pulled away, hurling both swords into a big foam block on the other side of the room. He rubbed his head sheepishly, and grinned. "Sorry about that. Not a good idea to sneak up on me." She saw him go through his routine, oblivious to her presence. She was quite impressed, and started to think it would be a good idea to practice against him. Would sharpen her skills, she thought to herself. She was a bit surprised when he landed right next to her, and his blade came to a stop right next to her throat. She didn't flinch, and looked him in the eye." You are skilled. Very skilled." and as he threw his weapons off, she added "Some point, I would want to practice against you. You seem to be quite good" Archer blinked, then shrugged. "I've been at this for a while. It's a good thing to be able to do in my line of work." He stretched, then realized he was only in boxers. He grinned sheepishly again. "I'll be right back. Need to put something less revealing on." He ran over behind the forest of poles, and donned his pants, socks, and a shirt again. Then he came back out, and looked at her. "So, did you find anything interesting?" She looked at him run off, to put on something 'less revealing'. And she found herself wanting to hide behind one of the many doors she had seen that day. She was afraid the robe she had on left her wanting to get something better on too, but unlike him, she hardly had any choices. She called out to him, as he got to putting on more clothes "Well nothing strikingly interesting. I noticed the ornate decorations everywhere. And the architecture goes really well with it. I found myself wondering what this place traces its history back to. And I found another room with a lot of books, which I presume is your library. Some interesting maps, you have been looking through." she said. She had been quite intrigued by the maps she had found strewn around on the library table, and wondered what he was looking for in them. She had decided to ask him to see if he would volunteer information. Archer had to grin at the rather obvious attempt at getting information from him. Still, he came out with an emotionless face, as he walked back up to her. He smiled slowly at the mention of his decor. "Well, you're still in LA. The only difference is the sunlight coming through the windows is artificial. We're in old bomb shelters, I guess you could say. I've converted them into a more livable place. So what you see is the original architecture of the sewers. I just realized I don't know your name." She was a bit surprised to know that the architecture was sewer architecture. She found it quite hard to believe. Furthermore, she also noticed his obvious attempts at avoiding certain topics. He had earlier avoided telling her what he wanted from her. Now he had avoided the topic of the maps. This was beginning to get intriguing, she told herself. She smiled, deciding against prodding for information again. She would have to FID it in a more discreet fashion, on her own. "I am Rayne." and then decided against telling him the complete truth about herself "I am a half-vampire as you may have guessed. I don't get along too well with the vampires as you would have seen. But that is a story for different times. What do you do Archer? Why do you need to train so intensively for fighting?" Archer smiled, then bowed, taking her hand and kissing it gently. Then he straightened up, and considered her question. "I am... I guess you could say I'm an adventurer. Mostly, I search ancient ruins for things. Most go to the museums, but some I keep, like those blades." He pointed back at the Egyptian blades. "I also do a lot of research into history and technology. And yes, I knew you were a Chamfer. The way you fought was like, and yet unlike, the way Chamfer fight." She smiled at him as he kissed her hand softly, and explained his work. She walked over to where he had pointed to the Egyptian blades and picked them up. They felt really fine, and beautifully balanced in her hands, and she gave them a swing, and another, and another. She really liked the way they fit into her hands, though she knew nothing could quite match her own blades. She looked at him curiously and said "You are well versed with Chamfer." It was not a question, just an observation AMD she smiled at him, a slow curious smile. She walked over to him, and swung the Egyptian blades around him, moving the blades really fast, just inches away from him. She then stopped and held them up, a studious look on her face "Quite impressive these blades" Archer shrugged at her observation, then watched impassively as she moved the blades almost as well as he did, though clearly not in the same style. Then he grinned. "Yeah, they are, aren't they. Those came from a dig in Thebes. I had a metalsmith rework them. The copper and bronze alloy is now a unique blend of copper, bronze, and Japanese steel. Too bad he didn't know how to make Damascus. Though I do happen to have a Damascus saber. Your clothing and blades should be waiting for us in the library now. Shall we go see?" she nodded, and put the blades down, wondering if she would get to see them in action again. They walked out, and down the hallway which she now had a very different view of now that she knew it was from a sewer. They walked quietly down to the library, which she had already seen. The library, as she saw it again, looked really well organized. And yet, again, she felt herself brimming with inquisitiveness as she saw the maps lying around on the table. She tore her glance away from them though, and looked to him and said "The dress and the blades?" Archer surveyed the room, then smiled. He pointed to the chair by the fireplace, against which leaned two newly reforged blades. He walked over to them, and his smile widened. The outfit was almost identical to Rayne's previous outfit, but it had been strengthened with an overcoating of a high-tech polymer to prevent breakage like what had happened to the previous one. "Not bad. Not bad at all. I have to ask, what is the obsession with leather? Is it a personal fetish?" He looked at her, grinning ear to ear. She walked over and looked at the stuff carefully. She was glad to see her dress back. And her blades too. She picked up her blades, and they against felt great in her hand, almost as her own extension. She then looked at the dress, and picked it up. He was right. It looked tougher now. She nodded to him. "Thank you." and then after a short silence said "Why are you doing this for me?" Archer smiled, watching her, then shrugged at her question. "It amuses me. Besides, I don't like when the odds are stacked against someone. Unless they're my enemy, anyway. Then, as much as I can get in my favor, I will." He grinned at that, then bowed slightly. "You're going to get dressed, or are you waiting for doomsday?" He started for the door, to give her some privacy, even though he'd seen enough to know that she was trimmed. She nodded to him, and as he stepped out the door, she closed it behind him. She stripped off the robe she had been wearing. Furthermore, she never felt comfortable in those. Furthermore, she pulled on her leather vest and pants. She ran her hands along her body now, as the form fitting dress brought out her curves really well. She realized the dress felt great, and had a new coating which he had mentioned, which made it feel smoother. She nodded, and picked up her blades, and stepped out and headed over to him "Thanks again. Though I never trust people when the tell me they are helping for nothing. If you were, well thanks as I already said" Archer smiled, and nodded. Then he considered her statement. He shrugged, and tapped his finger against his chin, as if in thought. "Well, maybe you can help me with something. I'm planning on an expedition. Unfortunately, it goes deep into Chamfer territory, and I could use the assistance of one who knows what to expect." Rayne considered his statement carefully. She had anticipated something all along. And now she knew what had made him save her. She nodded though. "I guess I owe it to you. And anyway, as long as it means fighting Chamfer, I am okay. Just tell me the details" Archer smiled, and walked back into the library. He shuffled through the maps, and eventually found the one he was looking for. He unfolded it, and laid it out on the table. "The Empire of Salado. Little is known about it. It was a massive nation that existed many thousands of years ago. All that remains of it now is an ancient temple buried underneath a castle called Largest. I'm sure you've heard of it. The Vampire Lord Saroyan rules over the land that once held the cradle of the Salado. I'm still gathering information in that regard, but you might prove very helpful in getting past them. It'll be just us, of course. A smaller party is harder to find." She nodded as she heard him. Yes she had heard of the Empire. And as soon as she heard of it, she was in. She had been intending to take care of it for a while. And this was probably the chance. She looked to him and said "Lets prepare for the journey. Let's leave soon. But you need to tell me all you know. No half-truths, or I can't trust you. And what is it you seek there?" Archer blinked, not having expected her to agree so easily. Then came her demand for the truth. He winced inwardly, and considered what to tell her. "Well, all I really know is a prophecy regarding the key to the temple. He pulled out the book, and opened it to the page with the prophecy. "Most of it's written in an ancient language, and few can read it. I just happen to be one of them. As for what I'm looking for....not sure, really. Treasure, I suppose, but aside from that..." He shrugged. She looked at him a bit suspiciously. "Okay Archer. I am out, unless I know it all. You are holding back things. What is this prophecy? What exactly does it say. I want it all."and then added "And no i don't care about your treasure. You can keep it all. I just need to know everything so I understand your motives" Archer considered that for a moment, then smiled. He opened the book again, and read the prophecy to her. "Born of Violence, both human and Chamfer, she will bear the relics of Be liar, and fight against her own kind. She will lead the way to the treasure of Salado." He cleared his throat, then smiled again, and looked at her. "How's that?" She looked back at him. She knew he was being honest now. She nodded to him"So that's what you need me for. That's why you saved me"and then after pondering for a bit she said "Okay. I will still help you. Anytime I feel you are cheating me, I back out. Fair?" Archer bowed, and nodded. "Of course. I'll have some preparations to make. You're welcome to make any you might need. Visit the armory if you want. I just hope vampires are the worst we'll have to fight. During this little excursion." He smiled, studying her intently. Again he was struck by her beauty. She looked at him, a touch intrigued by him. She didn't know what other perils he expected them to run into, but she was sure with their skills together, they will be able to overcome it. She nodded to him, and said "I will also start getting ready. I need to get my weapons together. Let's leave tomorrow morning. Looks like it will be quite a long journey anyway. Will you take care of all our supplies for it?" She started to move for the door, and saw him looking at her intently and stopped "What? Anything else?" Archer blinked, then looked away. "Nothing. Don't worry about supplies. I'll have it taken care of. You don't have a fear of heights, do you?" He asked absently. She looked at him, a bit surprised "Heights? I fear nothing. Don't worry about me. Have you fought a lot of vampires before this?" She wondered if he was experienced enough to be reliable ally deep in vampire country. Archer shrugged, then grinned. "Just that group I fought to save you. Though I fought some zombies and werewolves before. Most of my opponents have been humans though." she nodded to him "You are a good fighter though. And with some luck, and with me around, we will manage"She then nodded to him beginning to head to her room "Let's get ready. Hopefully we will travel by the day so that we can have a relatively smooth journey with no vampires to worry about" Archer smiled, then nodded. He walked beside her, thinking, but not of what she'd expect him to be thinking of. Hell, he wouldn't even have expected to be thinking of what she'd look like in his lap. He shook his head, then stretched. "I'll take the Elgar an with me too, just in case. If you need anything, let me know." He walked past her into a room with a heavy steel door. She nodded to him, not quite getting who or what Elgar an would be, but figured she would find out soon enough anyway. She saw him walk through the door and turned to walk over to the room she was in. She sat there for a bit, wondering how she could get her weapons and knew the only way was to get back to her own place. Since it was some time from night yet, she knew she could expect a relatively uneventful journey. She walked out of his place and headed back to her base. She picked out a few useful weapons, and packed a bag, full of a few utilities she felt necessary for a trip like this. Furthermore, she then stepped out, and headed back to his place. Furthermore, she got back in, and walked over to the room she had spent the last night in. Furthermore, she threw her bag down, and sat there, thinking over things for a bit. Food, and then a bit of practice were the only things she wanted to get done before sleeping for the night. She thought a bit, and decided both these could wait for a bit. She needed to think through the mission and its details. Archer had packed a bag full of firearms, and a second full of ammunition. He'd also put a harness together full of various things he might need, including blades. Then he'd gotten out his war coat, which was a duster with numerous pockets and such on it. Eventually, he had everything he needed to set out and waiting, including the chain spear Elgar an. She got up, and moved out to check out where he was. She walked down, by the hallway, down to the library, and further down to the big door he had gone into. She knocked softly, and when she didn't hear a response, she pushed at the door and stepped right in. When she saw him there she was a bit surprised and said "Oh. I didn't know you were still preparing for the journey. Should we leave? Or should we get some food?" Archer blinked, looking at his watch, then laughed. "It's four AM now. Sure you want to leave? Food would be good though. Any particular preferences?" He looked over at her, and grinned. He again had the urge to push her to a bed and ravage her, but he ignored it. She looked at him, for a minute thought she saw lust in his eyes, but that vanished right away. Or at least he hid it away. She looked to him, and nodded. "Maybe we could do that." Her appetite was up for something else though. It was the lust in his eyes that stoked her too. She took a step towards him, her eyes focused on him and said "But you know what vampires like, don't you? And I am half-vampire" Archer blinked, looking into Rayne's eyes as she stepped close. "Um... I'm pretty sure I can get some Rare steaks or something. Or blood sausage. Or... Um..." He backed up a little, confused by the look in her eyes. She moved closer to him, knowing licking her lips. She almost laughed when she saw the uncertain look in his eyes, and said "Don't worry dear. I am not hungry for food." She had not been with a man for a long while, and now before setting off for this long journey, she wanted to fulfill her needs. She pushed him back, pushing him right against a wall and said "You don't like me? Am I not good-looking enough for you? What's wrong? You keep trying to shy away from me?" Archer's voice came out in a squeak as Rayne pushed him up against the wall. He kept thinking 'oh shit I'm going to get eaten.'. It wasn't until she started acting insecure that he realized what she wanted. He blushed, realizing he'd been caught looking at her. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to stare like that. It's just... I've not known many women as utterly gorgeous. The leather outfit helps too." As she pressed up against him, he knew she could feel his body's reaction to her presence as it strained to find her. She smiled when she heard him. And as she pressed against his body, she knew he was too excited to be in her presence. She smiled wickedly. And then leaned closer to her and said "Now I know. You said it, but I can feel it too"And she could. He was hard, and she could feel his erection press against her. She leaned ever closer to him, her face right next to his and said "I don't bite." and then with a smile added "well not normally" Archer breathed heavily, and slowly put his arms around Rayne's waist. He looked into her eyes, and smiled. "So what do you have in mind?" She felt his arm around her waist and smiled at him. She said "what does it look like? You are going to get eaten up by a vampire? Or maybe I can bite you and turn you into one"She leaned closer to him, and let her lips softly touch his. Archer raised an eyebrow, then returned the kiss, sliding his hands down to Rayne's ass and squeezing gently. He pulled her closer, deepening the kiss and slipping his tongue into her mouth. She felt his hardness against her as he pulled her closer to him, his hands gently squeezing her ass. She opened her mouth for him, as they kissed. Furthermore, she kissed him back, and as they broke away from the kiss, she gave him a lick on his face. Archer breathed heavily as they broke the kiss. He shivered slightly from her hot tongue against his face. He'd never known he could want someone this much. "So is there a particular way I'm supposed to do this with you?" She smiled at him, quite amused by how tentative he seemed. She was surprised as well. Furthermore, she kissed him softly on the cheek and said "Would I shock you if I said I am yours to do as you please? The only way you are supposed to do this with me then is the way you like."she smiled and stepped back, looking at him in an amused manner, not sure what he would do next. Archer smiled, and reached up. He gently took one of Rayne's breasts in his hand, and squeezed. Then he kissed her neck, reaching his hand around and starting to undo the tight, leather top confining her breasts. It took him a few moments to figure out the fastenings, but once he had, the leather fell away, revealing the globes in all their glory. He kissed his way down to them, and started licking her nipples. Rayne bit her lip as he felt her breasts, and kissed her neck. She smiled reassuringly at him as he fumbled around a bit, trying to take her top off. Once he had her top off, she loved the look on his face when he saw her breasts. She looked at him invitingly, which she probably need not have done either. He was already licking at her nipples, and she brought a hand around to place on his hand, tousling his hair. Archer let go of Rayne's nipples, breathing heavily. "Yum. And what would you like me to do now?" She looked at him, quite surprised when he asked her what he should do next. She decided either he was tentative, or thought she may not enjoy whatever he wanted. Furthermore, she smiled at him and said "Well. You know what makes women happy don't you? Being a half vampire doesn't change that" and smiled at him, full of mischief, and then added "Do what you like, Archer. I am sure I will love it too" Archer raised an eyebrow, then slid his hand down between her legs. He started rubbing gently, taking her other nipple into his mouth. He nipped at her nipple, before looking up, and sliding down to start undoing her pants and dropping them. She felt him suck on, and lightly nip at one of her nipples, and let a soft sigh escape her. She also felt his hand running down her body towards her leg. Furthermore, she put her hand on his back, running it along his back. She felt him slide down along her body, and then felt him undo her pants. Furthermore, she let him drop them around her ankles, and then stepped out of them. Furthermore, she looked down at him, and spread her legs a bit, almost invitingly. Furthermore, she placed a hand on his head, not pushing either ways. Just a touch. A reassuring touch. Her other hand went to start rubbing her breasts, her body tingling with excitement at the prospect of finally having her needs fulfilled after a long while. Archer smiled, looking down at the patch of hair lightly covering her. Bright red, but not thick like most. On top of that, it was straight, soft hair, more like silky fur. He looked up into her eyes, stroking her thighs gently. "I take it you've never shaved?" He asked, before leaning closer. He ran his tongue up her thigh slowly, then down the other one. Furthermore, he enjoyed the taste of her, and hoped he'd be able to coax more out of her. Then he ran his tongue over the small nub nestled in her folds. He felt the shiver run through her, and did it again. Then he pulled her clit into his mouth, sucking gently. He slowly rubbed his hand up her thigh until he had two fingers buried inside her. She looked at him as he stroked her thighs, and looked up at her. Her breathing became faster, as she felt his hot breath, against her thighs. She nodded at his question "No I haven't. Not yet. Would you have liked me to?" As he licked her thighs, her hand gripped his hair, softly, her heart skipping a beat when she first felt the touch of his tongue against her skin. When he started licking her, a gasp escaped her lips. She let out a very soft, almost quite moan, when he started sucking on her clit. She was already feeling really hot, but when he suddenly pushed his fingers into her, a gasp escaped her lips again. Her hand involuntarily tugged at his hair, though very lightly. She leaned over to kiss him on his head, moaning softly as his fingers started to move in and out of her. Archer smiled, and sucked harder on Rayne's clit. He felt the gentle kiss on his head, and moved his fingers in and out. He went slowly at first, then sped up, getting faster with more penetration. All the while, he kept up the pressure on her clit, his tongue flicking across it. He tugged gently on it before letting go and looking up at her. "How am I doing? Are you okay? Want to lay down?" Rayne moaned as he fucked her with his fingers, and gave her clit a flick with his tongue. She grasped a bit tighter at his head, and at his question, smiled at him"Ohh you are doing great. Just great. Just don't stop! And yes. I am doing great, but I think I need to lay down." and gave him a smile and said "Laying down would be easier" and smiled again. Archer smiled, and slowly removed his fingers. Then he let go of Rayne's clit, and picked her up gently. He carried her into one of the bedrooms, laying her down on the bed. Then he climbed up onto the bed, between her legs, and went back to his work. His fingers moved faster and harder as he slid them in again, and he started chewing on her clit. She threw her arms around him as he picked her up, and reached across to softly kiss him. As he carried her to one of the bedrooms, she noticed the tasteful manner in which the bedroom was done. She didn't ponder much on that though, as Archer placed her on the bed. He soon started fucking her with his fingers again, and started teasing her clit. She moaned and placed a hand on his head again, and with the other hand started to slowly tease her nipples. A moan escaped her as she said an almost muffled "oh yeses." and threw her head back. Archer moved his fingers faster and harder inside Rayne. He bit down hard on her clit, and then slipped a third finger into her. He let go of her clit long enough to look up into her eyes and smile. "Would you like something to suck on, Miss Rayne?" He saw her lust in her eyes. She moaned again, as he continued to fuck her with his fingers. She was getting too hot to do or say much, her hand absently tugging a bit at his hair. Furthermore, she bit her lip as he nibbled on her, and again moaned. She looked down at him when he looked up at her, and smiled softly at him." Well I like sucking on big things that taste good, Mr Archer" Archer smiled, and moved away from her long enough to strip down. Then he moved into place beside her, and went back to work on her pussy. He buried his face in it, licking, sucking, and working her towards an orgasm. His cock throbbed hard near her face, and when she took it into her mouth, he moaned loudly. She moaned, as he kept working on her. Soon though she found his cock next to her face, and took him in her mouth, and gave him a soft, slow lick. She then started to slowly suck on him, and as he continued to tongue her, she moaned around his cock. She started to suck him harder and faster, and brought her hand up to even massage his balls a bit. Archer moaned, pressing his hips against Rayne's face as she started sucking on him. Vamps definitely knew how to give head, he thought, as he continued pleasuring her clit. Of course, as hard as she was sucking on him, he was having trouble concentrating. So he simply latched onto her clit and started sucking hard, wrapping his arms around her waist and squeezing her ass. He wanted to taste her cum. Bumped for a better link >

Rayne of Blood (closed for lostpirate)|rating:4.0

Eye of the Storm {emesu x Crazy Shady}

The oasis named KAL’Doris was immaculate. His people were always to the best of their abilities clean, as per their glorious leader’s orders. Cleanliness was close to godliness, and their deity was one of rain and thus water. The oasis itself was formerly a complete plateau. Now, there has been plenty hollowed out from it, some say from the will of ANK'MAL'DES and his storms. It wasn't. It was a mining operation centuries ago. But it was still impressive. From the base, there was a wide gash that went from ground to the top, leaving a great open pass between the walls to enter the central, open air area. In the center of this area was a large, crystal clear body of water. However, with how buildings and tents had been set up around the entrance to the cavern in which the leader slept and gave sermons from, it almost looked as if the pool of water was pushed up against the edge of this clearing. It was a town proper, for sure. But it did not end there. The walls of this carved out plateau was dotted all the way up with open cave mouths into the Plateau proper, as well as murals and drawings depicting falcons, storms, and water. At the top of the plateau, the ground there was used for a healthy portion of the communal farming. While the crops on top of the plateau were valuable, they in no way could sustain the population alone. There were also mechanical marvels built inside this canyon. Great large platforms that were raised and lowered by ropes, both for crop transport and for people to reach the upper tunnel that their home was located off of. Outside the natural fortress was, first and foremost, the massive gate made of ancient steel and stone that protected those who lived inside and kept potential residents segregated until they passed Games’s lengthy interview process and test. Further out from these tents, closely guarded by fence and weapons alike, were large tracts of fields on either side of the road that served as the primary food supply of the canyon settlement. Finally, settling at the end of the settlement’s claimed stretch of road was a compound that bridged over the road. It was a garrison of overly faithful religious soldiers, ready to attack at a moment’s notice, and positioned in such a way that a head-on assault was foolish. Today was different, however, there was simultaneously more and less activity than normal. A priest had caught someone enthralling his children with blasphemy images… or something of the sort. Games did not care. It was a ritual sacrifice, and just in time to bring rain as well. This gave rise to the monthly rain ceremony to be started with proper sacrifice. It gave his flock something to focus on and vent stress with, and then eventually celebrate in the rain about. In the meantime, he was taking time to himself. Laying in heaps of pillows as the servants his people assigned to him fed and pampered him, preparing him as much as everyone else was pampering the town for the ceremony. These quasi-royal servants were in light and smooth bits of silk, covering more than enough but overall wearing less than the common folk -who were wearing whatever cloth was available for their station-outside. Today, it was decided that he would discard his material armor, opting for loose, baggy, and well taken care of clothes mirroring his normal attire. The oriental robe was a deep blue, while his loose fitting pants were a stormy gray. The adaptation of clothing from Games’s original home to that of the desert was a surprisingly easy thing. The robe could be used to keep cool, as the pants allowed for his legs to breath. A sash -purple with golden trim-across the waist was prepared, it being the only thing that looked to be of wealth thanks to a merchant’s generosity. His long black hair was washed, his beard was well groomed to be short and angled, and both of them and his sun kissed skin was rubbed with creosote leaves, giving him the scent of rain as well. As the man eventually stepped out, there were already some clouds in the skin. It was not coincidence though, as Games had added a single additional piece to his attire: a hood with eye coverings that protect his eyes. And to prevent the use of magic from unnerving people as he walked by. The reserves were tapped into and clouds were called to form from Games’s will as he walked. Their destination was the primary altar to AK’MAL’DES in the settlement was a large construction that overlooked a barely submerged footpath in the oasis. The altar was carved to look like a large, falcon-like being with amorphous, cloudy features and what passed as lightning during the carving coming out of its form. The path it seemed to guard ended roughly in the middle. Already, a holy looking man and a number of apostles were awaiting Games with what was needed to clean and purify his extremities for the sacrifice to be performed in water. The smell of burning flesh simply invoked images of enemies being smote and combat in the common man, thus the water was required for these more… peaceful sacrifices. As his hands and feet were cleaned, Games finished the spell for the clouds and removed his hood, gently setting it into the hands of one of his own servants that had followed. Once his feet were cleaned, he was not set onto the ground again, and instead was placed in the water onto the stone path, so that he did not dirty himself after their work. Across the oasis, a crowd was praying as a group scantily clad in feathers consisting of men and women began a dance in a particular fashion to this religion. Rain was being called. And now Games spoke, his voice ringing out louder than it should despite any echo, like the crash of thunder. A minor trick, to say the least. “Bring forth the one who shall be redeemed through sacrifice,” he called, arms spreading slightly as he spoke. By the cadence of the priests, she was led in to the Oasis of KAL'Doris. She had walked past it every day, yet this time was completely unlike any other. This time all eyes were upon her. Although she was too afraid to raise her head, she could feel everyone's attention and hear their awe. An hour ago the clouds were patchy but the sun still shone. Now the shadows were deeper than an ordinary sunset. The clouds must have been terribly thick. Cyril imagined the gray billowing storm looming above, weighing upon her time. The air itself was charged with static causing the hair on her skin to stand, and the smell of the storm that Games had summoned upon them, as he always did, as only he held such power to command, permeated the entire chasm. She imagined too, the platforms lowered level by level, as people gathered upon them to descend the walls and gather, as they did every moon, to witness the rite. Others would gaze down in reverent awe from the openings in the rock between the etchings, anxious for the moment when she would die. Cyril had been chosen, singled out. An act of innocent carelessness, ignorant folly, had proclaimed her guilt and pointed the finger. It served her right for picking through the outer markets for inexpensive material to teach reading. The outer tents were always rife with peril. It was a children's book from older times that she had found - one of a dozen or so - that had sealed her fate. Even as she flipped past the offending illustration, Cyril's diligence had escaped her, but when she turned the pages with Brother Open's two sons, correcting their errors as they read a simple story of children's first understanding of death by chancing upon a great bird that had fallen from the sky, Sam, Open's youngest, pointed at the page and called out "ANK'MAL'DES". Upon viewing the blasphemous image himself, Brother Open was thrown into outrage. Justice was swift and two days later Cyril was to be offered in sacrifice. Slowly, her bare feet carried her numbed body apace with the two priests before and two behind her. Head still hanging, her straight hair deserts unbleached to the fair color of straw hung down in long coarse locks nearing her waist, her plain bangs shrouding her brow above a soft doll's nose, the only adoring feature of an otherwise unglamorous heart-shaped face. Cyril wore a plain white shift that she had been issued for the ceremony and nothing else. It hung down her five-and-a-half foot frame past her knee and although it fit rather loosely, it could not hide the flair of her hips and thighs, and hinted the soft curved edges of her modest breasts. Her nipples, perked by the charge of the storm poked subtly at the fabric, visible at the outer margins of the plunges of her hair. Her complexion was naturally fair but rudder by a life under that same sun to a light bronze on her oft-exposed cheeks, shoulders, forearms, and the backs of her hands. Furthermore, her deep set eyes of soft blue watched the grains of dirt pass beneath her feet as she walked towards her end. There was nothing unattractive about her yet neither nothing remarkable. The familiar chant was in full force, it's ominous syllables reverberating down from the walls of the chasm to surround her. Many times she had heard it (in fact it was one of the first things ever taught to her as a child) but never from such perspective. It was the rain chant and the dance would be preparing to accept the coming deluge to sate their bounty, whether Cyril would dare to behold it. She would not. Her own younger brother would be leading one of the groups somewhere. Add was an initiate of the priesthood and was the source of all pride for her parents. Indeed, Cyril's mother and father had paid their simplest goodbyes the day before, risking no spectacle nor any plea for clemency that might taint their son's reputation or hamper his ascension through the ranks. Her father in particular would not even offer her an embrace. At twenty-two, her full life had lay ahead of her, but Cyril had always been unsure of what to do with that life. After the initial shock of her sentencing, she had spent the past day rationalizing that she did not really matter, and that perhaps it was best that she would be the one to die rather than someone else more worthy of living, someone else with more potential. She grasped at an ironic worthiness in her worthlessness." Bring forth the one who shall be redeemed through sacrifice." They led her into the oasis, their sloshing feet disturbing the calm clear surface. The whole ordeal had knocked her into a hazy numbness, but once her right foot broke the surface of the pool, something inside her cracked, and she began to tremble and sniff back tears. Her knees buckled and the two priests behind her stepped in to each take an arm and prop her up. An urgent despondency consumed her as she realized that her fate was so permanent, and yet she was so uncertain. Cyril had never really contemplated her own mortality, and now there was no time left to sort it all out. They taught her how to walk, what to eat, how to pray, who to talk to and who not to talk to, and she had always done as she was told unquestioningly, but no one had ever taught her how to let go. She had been a fool. Perhaps the notion had hit her quite hard that this was her last chance to feel something, anything, and so all her feelings began to flow forth at once in a beautiful raging torrent of emotion, and she quietly wept, her tears rolling down her cheeks to drop as elegant crystals into the holy water of the oasis lapping sweetly at her ankles." Cybil, the common tutor, daughter of Heath and Phoenicia, comes before you," announced the head priest. Before her, the grand Games removed his hood and commanded, arms in welcoming, welcoming her to her death. She was to be redeemed, but to whom and for whom? The 'to' was AK'MAL'DES and the 'for' was KAL'Doris - she knew that in name - but she had not the slightest idea of what any of that really meant. This was the first time Games actually laid eyes on the one that had been branded a traitor and heretic. A commoner’s beauty, some would call her. It was a shame, really. If she hadn’t made such a misstep, perhaps she would have eventually caught the eye of one priest or another and been given a more comfortable life. But instead she had fallen to be a tutor for one of the more zealous priests in his retinue. The priests that had led her backed away, removing themselves from the water completely. Now, with the onlookers too far away to hear, Games spoke.“ANK’MAL’DES’ power will be painful, and I apologize for that,” Games said, gently but firmly wrapping his arm around her waist and bringing her close to him.”May he find a purpose within your sacrifice.” Sacrifices were always like this, unless the culprit was a violent offender. Games was a beacon to guide to smite to them. He experienced what they did, but the only difference was that with ANK’MAL’DES’ blessing he withstands the strike. Returning to the show, Games’s voice boomed once more, carrying throughout the valley.“Pray for the soul of this woman, so that her sacrifice may bring us a rain to continue the lives we live in this burnt world.” he said as his free arm and gaze both lifted towards the somewhat darkened sky. And a chant -as far as everyone else was concerned-was leaving his lips. In reality, it was an incantation. One granted by ANK'MAL'DES, truthfully, but it was not calling out for a higher power to judge a new devotee. It was nothing like that. It was purely a show Games put on to give more credence to this cult ideal that had built up around him. A tingling sensation spread throughout his body, moving from his outstretched fingers all the way down to the water. The same sensation spread through the water and into Cyril as well. If anyone were to touch the waters at the shore, the same would be felt. It was the energy being discharged for the incantation building. As his voice grew in volume, and his gesturing picked up, the sky above grew even darker and the clouds seemed to darken further into a pure, roiling blackness. Bolts of lightning began to streak through the air as the storm manifesting above this canyon oasis grew larger and larger. Before too much longer, a bolt of lightning streaked from the cloud towards the ground, hitting a specially set up metal rod off in the distance, saving a number of houses from being struck and surely lit aflame. Another bolt came down and struck a large pile of wood and debris that had just been built -quite literally a few seconds prior-igniting it at once. More bolts rained out of the raging heavens, striking other places of fire or metal rods throughout the oasis until finally, Games brought his gaze back down to Cyril. At some point, his gaze had been pulled to the cloud, so his face was out of Cyril's view. Now, the piercing blue eyes of the man she had met was replaced by raw energy, engulfing and blotting out any features of his eyes with electricity, some of which was slightly leaping off of his face with each moment. And then, with this intense visage in front of her, a warm smile broke across Games's features.... before the pain would rain down onto Cyril. A massive bolt, easily capable of swallowing the both of them within its energy, broke through the cloud and struck the pair in the middle of the oasis. Before the light completely filled their vision, the last thing Cyril would see would Games, only wincing to the electrical force exerted onto them. Games’s free hand pointed downwards into the water, causing the lightning to have yet another point to leave him safely. As the light faded around them and the barrage of lightning ceased, there was a moment of quiet before the sky opened above them and rain began to fall. Cheers erupted from the crowds of people, and dancing broke out among them. However, Games was focused on something else. His ears were ringing, as was normal. But what wasn’t normal was Cyril. While he could not hear it, he could see the rise and fall of her chest. There was a moment of panic on his face as he realized that she was still alive. A sacrifice always worked, but this time it didn’t, and he was unprepared with an immediate lie. At least, for the moment in time where he could not hear. In the scriptures he had made to ensure stability, one which was most painful for him was the fact only ANK’MAL’DES could choose his concubines. For a split second, a smile fell on his face before the mask of a charlatan fell across his face.“Rejoice, people KAL’Doris!” Iahmesu bellowed. The celebrations died down immediately and murmurs began to spread through the crowds. Games adjusted his grip on Cyril’s waist to support her back, and in one fluid movement, hooked his other arm behind her knees and lifted her up. The moment her feet left the water, there was another, final jolt of electricity leaving the two of them, dancing across the surface of the oasis.“The young Cyril was not taken, but chosen. ANK’MAL’DES has tempered the soul of this sacrifice. Her crimes are not forgiven, but her life is not to end here. Instead, her service will be to me, as the first of my odalisque!” Once she had found her feet, the priests backed off, leaving her to their savior's bidding, and she wavered there as Games's deified voice reverberated off the walls of the chasm, distant yet close and everywhere at once. His arm around her surprised her, as with her head still hanging Cyril did not realize that he had been standing so near, and she flopped her weight against him to keep from falling, her body slack and drooped in surrender in his firm grasp. She'd never touched him before and found an irony in that she would only find the opportunity to do so this close to the very end." Pray for the soul of this woman, so that her sacrifice may bring us a rain to continue the lives we live in this burnt world." It was all really happening. His body buzzed with vibration and soon also did hers. The same frequency rippled in the water about her ankles. Cyril's heart thudded rapidly, and her breath grew anxious and ragged. She could hear the strikes, cracking the air open in the near vicinity. Despite the fact that she had never remembered ever being afraid of the all too common phenomenon of lightning, they jolted her body sharply in fear each time. Far too scared to open her eyes, Cyril cowered into Games's chest. She knew that the bolts would be hitting the highest points as they always did, before somehow one would find its way down into the oasis. Games's draw was that strong to outdo mountain tops, proving his magic. Then there was a brightness, a clear cold blink of white behind her eyelids before they were forced open by the shock to see that same pure luminescence perfectly formed in the shape of Games's own gaze. Her body went rigid and everything fell silent, as in an instant her head threw back and spine arched. Then just as quickly a sudden blackness befell her. There was a soundless pitch, a void. Was she dead? Was this what it was to be dead, to just be nothing? How long had she been dead, a few seconds, a minute or more? There was no reference to tell. Would angels show up soon or would this last forever? Cyril thought to call out but no throat nor lungs were there to respond. Then as a new desperation set in, she could hear her own heart hammering away, and soon the feeling of her breath passing through her lips slowly returned. The chants and shouts of the entire colony faded back into her ears, and finally she could sense gravity and the arms that held her limp but hyperventilating body with her head hanging back and mouth agape, gasping to fill her heaving chest, hair trailing, ends grazing the surface of the water and unresponsive limbs dangling feebly. Her bones vibrated, and her flesh began to tingle as if she had goosebumps that seemed to be slithering about the entire surface of her body. She still could not see." The young Cyril was not taken, but chosen. ANK'MAL'DES has tempered the soul of this sacrifice. Her crimes are not forgiven, but her life is not to end here. Instead, her service will be to me, as the first of my odalisque!" The colony erupted in a clamor rivaling the thunder that had struck her down, the sound crushing itself upon its own echoes between the chasm walls. It was then that Cyril realized that she was still alive. As quick as his own body would allow him after such an ordeal, Games began to hobble back down the oasis path with Cyril in his arms. His own body ached, but his lord had blessed him with a resistance to his own ability. That was his reason. He did not know what her reason was. AK’MAL’DES would have come in dreams or a cloud on the horizon to tell Games if there was another like him. So was it blind luck, and now he was stuck with a woman who was...barely above average? Well, stuck until he could pass another divine degree on the matter. Or was AK’MAL’DES actually participating and toying with him out of boredom? Either way, Games hoped that this one would be worth it in some way. As Games’s feet finally touched the sandy banks of the oasis, his legs finally gave out. He must have gotten stronger. Usually he could make it to the cave before he collapsed. Now, he could barely get out of the water before his legs folded and his body turned slightly so that the momentum caused him to fall on his back instead of on Cyril. “JA’Mon! Helps!” Iahmesu called, tired.“And you, priests. Find my personal healer for the odalisque.” Setting Cyril aside for now, Games shifted to a sitting position and then a kneeling position, moving one of his legs underneath him, while the other moved forward and the same foot planted itself as firm as he could currently manage against the ground. He was determined, but that didn’t matter where his body was concerned. No matter how hard he tried to rise, he was out of energy. With one last attempt at fighting gravity… Games rose. But not by his power. One of Games’s arms had been taken and wrapped around the shoulders of a tall young man rippling with muscles. The Champion of KAL’Doris and one of Games’s personal guard JA’Mon had arrived. The purely bronzed upper body and defiantly blonde hair that sat somewhat close to his skull was a contrast to his attitude: blunt and taciturn. Leaning heavily on the near physically perfect male specimen, Games turned and looked back towards Cyril. Despite a lack of sight, she’d feel the gentle arms of another trace a path across her legs and shoulders as the second of Games’s guard began to embrace and pick up Cyril.“She’s cute, Lord Games,” the woman holding Cyril said.”Wish I could have found her first.” Khelis was a contrast to JA’Mon. She was short and petite, no blatantly visible muscle but holding a toned physique. She descended from a nomadic tribe that chased the dust deer foot, so that was no surprise. Her skin was lighter than JA’Mon’s, but not by much, holding more of a unkissed look matching Cyril. Her dark brown hair was a mass, collected into a ponytail despite the deadlock fashion in which it was prepared. Where JA'Mon was silent, Helps was one to talk... incessantly if given the chance, time, and place. Both of the guards carried weapons openly but seemed to be at complete ease and familiarity when it came to Games. The four of them quickly made their way to the cave, JA’Mon moving a bit too fast for Games’s state, but there were no complaints or chastisement from Games. It was just JA’Mon being JA’Mon. Games could tell the priests were generally pretending to accidentally wander in the same direction. They wanted answers. Some were excited… others furious. But that would definitely have to wait. The moment a cave wall was within reach, Games peeled himself off of JA’Mon and replaced him with the wall.“Keep them out, JA’Mon,” Iahmesu whispered as he half fell half walked deeper into the cave.”Only let the healer and servants in.” Iahmesu turned a corner and stopped, catching his breath. He looked towards Helps and gestured further down the hall. “Go put her on a pillow mound in the lounge... Then come help me.” He had carried her forward, his feet sloshing in the shallows of the water until he had set her down, rather heavily in the dirt. In the blackness, a subtle glow of shapes became prominent enough that by reflex her eyes attempted to look past or around, yet could not evade. There were shapes - the shapes of eyes - Games's eyes, as she had seen them at the moment before the bolt had struck, glowing with power. They had been so bright that their image had burned itself softly into Cyril's retina. Nearby, his voice called to his well-known helpers and issued orders and there was chatter among the formless voices around her. They spoke of her, adding to the chaos of her situation. She felt that she could twitch her hands and feet, but her limbs still felt heavy. Up she went, hefted in the arms of whom she deduced was JA'Mon, the elite guardsman known to all yet another that she had never been so close to on any single occasion. The strong man spoke of her affectionately, causing strange qualms in her body, as she had never been spoken of in such a way before. She still could not see, except for the ghostly gaze of Games imprinted upon her optic nerve, but her ears knew by the echoes around her and the distancing of the masses in their hysteria, that they had entered a cave. Cyril assumed that it was the sacred tunnel to which Games always retreated after the ritual and that only a very privileged few ever accompanied him to. The Holy One decreed more orders." Go put her on a pillow mound in the lounge ..." Cybil was set upon soft cool fabric, her body sinking into the downy plush, and left to regain her breath. She could feel a strand of her hair across her face but in trying to brush it aside could only flop her forearm weakly. The fact that it was more movement than she was able to manage previously calmed her somewhat, but she was still blind." I can't see," she huffed a whisper, her chest still pumping like bellows within her shift. Then she repeated. "I can't see," she squeaked in desperation as the glowing image of eyes within her own, more close than close could be, mocked her blindness and a tear rolled down her temple. “You are alright,” Games’s voice said as he entered the room, Helps allowing him to leave the wall.”This may be the first time that a sacrifice survived, but blindness due to AK’MAL’DES’ glory is not.” While Cyril could not see him, she would hear the sound of a body more or less dropping onto a soft mass off to her right. It was the place he usually sat in this room, a mass of pillows hiding a small chest against the back wall that served as slight elevation and stability to it, for both comfort and presence in the room. Games breathed deeply and slowly, collecting himself and forcing the exhaustion at least out of his voice.“It will last until you recover,” Iahmesu said, before continuing towards someone else.”It did not take you long to arrive. Your aides can tend to me. You shall diagnose the odalisque.” The sound of a cane or walking stick tapping along the ground in a steady rhythm made its way in Cyril’s direction, as the elderly voice of Games’s healer rang out.“Yes, my lord. The power of AK’MAL’DES was strong today. Much larger than I have ever seen. I think I even saw a ball of it dancing across the water still as I was summoned.”“I feel entirely too hot, and I can barely walk,” Iahmesu said, though not towards the healer and towards his aides as they approached. One immediately veered away to collect what they would need, while the other stepped close and -after waiting for permission-began to examine Games closely, to ensure that there was no other adverse effects to his being. Games sat still, allowing the professionals in this field do what they had to, but his gaze did not leave Cyril. There was no malice or joy, simply a slow and complicated look of deep thought spreading across his face. The doctor -a medicine man would perhaps be a better term-simply began to test Cyril’s limbs and bring a small, lit candle toward the edge of what Cyril’s vision would have been if she had it.“Hmm… Her mind has lost control of her body, and her eyes are not following the light. The former’s just a matter of waiting, I think. We’ll see as time goes by,” the elder said, before snuffing the candle and releasing Cyril’s eyelid.“As for her sight… She’s seen His glory, and I am sure that anything she could see would only be a remainder of that. We’ll have to protect her eyes, so she does not lose them when she begins to see again, but too much, and it’ll be like she’s right there in the oasis again.”“How long?” Iahmesu asked after a few moments.“Depends on how strong this one is,” the healer replied with.”Some, like JA’Mon and Helps, heal in days. Others take months. We’ll have to see where she falls.” "You are alright. This may be the first time that a sacrifice survived, but blindness due to AK'MAL'DES' glory is not. It will last until you recover." Cybil took some assurance from his voice. If the savior was certain that she would recover, then it was extremely unlikely that she would not. She could hear his breath, labored from the ordeal, not far at all away to her left. Then another voice drew near, an aged rasp of whom she was unsure but guessed as the healer's as he spoke of the spectacle that she had survived and the energy that their bodies had divined from the troubled sky." I feel entirely too hot, and I can barely walk." The event had drained the both of them it seemed. Meanwhile, the warmth of a candle flame floated about her face and then old worn hands lifted her unresponsive arms in turn, dropping them into the bedding, then did the same with her legs. Her breath was still heavy but more rhythmic and composed, her chest rising as her lungs drew in deep needful inhales and collapsing quickly with huffing vents." Hmm ... her mind has lost control of her body, and her eyes are not following the light. The former's just a matter of waiting, I think. We'll see as time goes by. As for her sight ... she’s seen His glory, and I am sure that anything she could see would only be a remainder of that. We'll have to protect her eyes, so she does not lose them when she begins to see again, but too much, and it'll be like she's right there in the oasis again." Cybil held her right hand up momentarily to prove to him and to herself that she did indeed have control, just not the energy. Then she wriggled the weight of her legs into a more comfortable position as well." How long?"" Depends on how strong this one is."" I can move," she puffed between breaths. Then she flopped her right hand onto her tummy. "It's just heavy. I feel very heavy. I feel tired," he voices began to trail off with the effort, and she took a few more breaths before speaking again. "I'm thirsty," she said finally. "Very thirsty." Cyril could feel her eyelids blink but still saw only the fading luminescent gaze amid blackness. The moment Cyril said she was thirsty, Games waved his hand and one of the attendants who had just finished putting wet towels inside his clothing bowed and dispersed. He didn’t say a word, allowing the medicine man to do his job. “Well, that is good then,” the old man said, beginning to articulate some of Cyril’s joints a bit more, seeing if it was only for her or if everything was harder than it should be to do.” Your body shall be fine in a couple of days, if you are already able to have some control over yourself. Now, I need to wrap your eyes.”“Speak with a servant, and tell them I wish for some of the finery and material used for my clothing,” Games said. “It is from far to the east, soft but tough. And depending on what it is made for, vaguely see through.”“Very well, but the bottom layer shall be proper gauze,” the medicine man said, picking himself up with his stick.“Fine, go,” Games said as the remaining medicine man’s attendant offered a tea to Games. The other attendant returned at this time, bringing a cup over to Cyril and gently whispering to her as a cup of water was brought to her mouth. Games was finally cooling down, and he was feeling his muscles beginning to relax. There was no real conversation for a while, simply attendants tending to the both of them as the medicine man went to gather materials. But eventually, the old man returned.“Now girl, hold yourself still and let my assistant move your head around freely,” her said as his old fingers began to place the gauze over her eyes. “They can see where I need you moving while I do this.” The process was slow, as only slightly overlapping, slim pieces of fabric were put over Cyril’s eyes. The ends were connected with smaller portions of the same material that wrapped around her head. The intent of the smaller pieces were to be less noticeable. Over the gauze, another, softer fabric was put on top of the cause, hanging loose above and below her eyes. It was layered in an of itself, probably having been taken from a larger swath and simply folded, whether by design or by requirement of the medicine man. Regardless, it too was connected around her head, by more fabric mimicking the first looping portion. With the task done, the medicine man stood and sighed. ”That is all I can do today. I’ll be back tomorrow.” Iahmesu simply gave a non-verbal response to that as his eyes fell on to the survivor of the sacrifice. Eventually, it was just the two of them in the room, Games’s eyes staring directly at her with no intent of hiding himself from the blind. After many moments, Games finally spoke.“What is it you saw in the bolt?” Iahmesu asked. The touch of the old man's hands manipulating her wrists elbows and shoulders, bending and rotating the joints reassured her that she still had full sensations in her limbs. He did the same with her ankles knees and hips. She had seen the healer around before but did not know his identity nor his role. Now that this knowledge had been bestowed, she could not see him." Now, I need to wrap your eyes." Despite the healer's confidence in her recovery, Cyril was still blind. It was like a debtor assuring one that he would pay up tomorrow. Games's voice issued commands more specific and instinctively her eyes moved to view the source of his words yet remained unfocused in frustrated blackness. When different people came near, she sensed them, mostly by ear, but also by the shifting of the cushions beneath her. Her head was tipped forward and tea poured gently to her lips. She sipped and could not swallow quickly enough. Cyril had never felt so important. The world seemed to revolve around her, and she was not ready for it all, yet she was afraid of being abandoned. The wisdom and care in the old man's voice was soothing and kept her anxiety in check as her head was wrapped in such ritualistic procedure to his exacting instructions." That is all I can do today. I'll be back tomorrow,"the healer sighed, and with that the room fell quiet, the silence filled by the distant echoed din of the reveling mob outside. The drums beat, the chants wailed, and the thunder rolled in the sky. Cyril lay limp in the cushions, her chest rising and falling under her shift with her anxious but slowly steadying breath as the cool air of the storm wafted through the room pitting the skin of her limbs with goosebumps." What is it you saw in the bolt?" His question breaking the silence made her flinch. It was just the two of them, as far as she could tell, but wasn't entirely certain." I'm not sure," she said, her voice carrying a scratch from her still remoistening throat as her mind stalled, compelled to answer unsure what to say. Cyril wasn't really know just what she had seen. In fact, her eyes had actually been closed when it all had gone white. She supposed that that moment must have been the strike. Her eyes had opened after that. "It was just ... a flash," she offered. Of course, she couldn't forget the imprint of his gaze that was still present although fading. As her head had been wrapped so diligently, the pattern had slowly turned from white too pinkish to violet and blue and was now morphing from a faint green into a dull yellow-gold. This spectral sweep encouraged her with the hope that it would soon disappear, as she did not like the prospect of being forced to stare at it forever. "Yeah, a flash," she said softly, choosing to bite her tongue and keep the image as her secret. There was a moment of silence after Cyril gave her answer, where Games simply stared at her form, mind elsewhere for a moment. “I see...” he said, before clearing his throat and calling out.”JA’Mon, Helps, servants only!” There was barely two minutes to pass before a throng of people entered the cavern in which Games and Cyril rested, some beginning to fall into customary positions, while others were dictated orders to by Games as the room was altered slightly and made presentable. The main change was the construction of a smaller mound of pillows incorporated into Games’s throne-like lounging spot slightly off to one side and slightly behind him. Once it was made, Cyril was helped over to the position and questions were asked about choice of drink and if food was wanted while Games called once more.” Allow the priests in...” A moment later once his breath was recaptured, he muttered an addition. “... let’s get this over with.” Before long, the sounds of the zealous and the upset replaced the sound of coordinated work. The priests had entered, all boiling with complaints or questions based on what had happened to the sacrifice. Games was quick to weave what only he knew was a lie, explaining that with AK’MAL’DES’ choice of this one to be an odalisque, the power that Games had summoned was stronger, tying the two problems together. He claimed it was a twofold reward for the oasis’ faith, but it would take time to experiment so that the way of life does not suddenly shift because of an unquantified boon used incorrectly. It was an arduous process, with many of the priests either repeating questions that had already been answered -just using different words- or the gasping of angry priests trying to find the correct line of sentences that did not upset the scripture that they had memorized. By the time that the priest finally left, the air had grown cold and candles had melted low, signalling the arrival of night. Being the first odalisque, there was no side chamber established for Cyril, and the servants simply helped her along next to their leader to his private chambers, allowing her the comfort of his lavish bed. While the thought was not lost to him, the effort was as Games had quickly disrobed and collapsed on his portion of the massive bed. The soft voice of a servant calling to him was what awoke Games. The candlelight streaming in from the cracks in the doorway told him that morning had arrived, and he groaned as his body protested leaving the bed. His body was sore, but moveable while his energy felt like he had only gotten a half night’s sleep.“Thank you my dear,” Iahmesu rumbled, his hand falling across the bed and touching against Cyril’s arm. He had almost forgotten that she even breathed still, but once his hand felt her skin, the lie was reinforced and needed expanding… eventually.“It’s time for washing,” Iahmesu said, rolling off of his side of the bed and beckoning the servants into the room. In all his glory, Games was pampered once more, though this time much less grandiose, with his hair only being rinsed of the sand and his skin wiped with water soaked rags that had sat with the leaves for a time, instead of the leaves themselves. Another change was that instead of the formal attire of the day before, his armor was added to the ensemble, in case of any assassins. It was a hardened breastplate, made of metal but fitting loose and padded with heavily breathable material. Along his limbs, subtle leather protection was integrated into his clothing, adding a more down to earth look while also giving him some sort of protection. Cybil was not immune to a similar predicament, though considering it was her first time for the treatment, nothing was left in reserve. The servants assisted with helping her into a fresh pour bath and helped wash her, taking off the blindfold with great care so at least one of them could remember how to redo it afterward. Once the hands had finished their task, and lifted into the embrace of a towel, they were soon pulling soft and extravagant -for the oasis-fabric over her form. Idle, Games wondered how much of a shock this treatment would be, and if it would stay the same if another odalisque would survive the bolt. Or another. He didn’t stay on the subject for long as he noted similar rags were being rubbed on Cyril’s exposed skin, matching her to Games further. With Cyril prepared, Games walked over and offered his arm.“You may lean on me until your sight has returned,” Games said, a kind smile invading even his tone. The rest of the evening consisted of clamor and turmoil as the great prophet had to sedate and satisfy all of his priests and aides and their myriad of questions. Although no one spoke to her directly, they spokeofher rather frequently, as she sat there in her personal blackness, her head swathed in sacred gauze and cloth, an object in the room. All of her life, she had been a nobody, and suddenly she was the center of all attention, or at least immediately next to that center. More accurately, she had caused all the commotion. It was her fault. She was supposed to be dead. Instead, Games was forced to weave and step through the tangles that she had brought about by surviving the bolt. The raucous audience wanted answers and while they sifted through the scripture and preaching, her guilt and shame for unsettling their world, and for causing the prophet the trouble of having to explain her, lay frightfully naked for all to witness. When finally the discord subsided and the last of the servants and scribes left them in peace, she was taken to bed. Despite her surroundings, Cyril was too distraught to get comfortable, let alone enjoy them, but eventually her exhaustion caught up with her and she drifted off. When she awoke, all was quiet, and she still could not see - or at least she didn't know if she could as the dressings were yet in place. She was afraid to stir and so waited in silence until she heard the first voices, discerning Games's perfectly, her hearing had attuned itself so expertly to make up for her weightlessness in just those few hours. The morning soon became busy again but without the upheaval and fray of the previous night. She was helped to her feet. Her limbs had come back to her. She could stand and step and could walk on her own, but she let the arms that guided her continue to do so, as not only were they her eyes, but she was not ready to assert herself in their presence. She would not cause any further disruption. When they undressed her, she crossed her arms over her chest and held her knees together, terribly timid and shaken in her exposure, before she was lowered into the bath. Her head was unwrapped with diligent ceremony and she opened her eyes. There were colors, faint clouds of colors about the people, but it was difficult to focus. Cyril thought that it was light, and there was light, faint clouds of light in the dark haze of her vision, but the colors moved about her as the servants worked. Soon she realized that the colors belonged to the servants! They hovered about them like enveloping energy. Most of them were varying shades of blue and green and the odd one was orange or red. There was even a pink in the background. When she tried to focus the colors would begin to fade. Then at the urging of her handlers, Cyril shut her eyes so that they could briefly submerge her to wash her hair. When they were done, they stood her up and wrapped her body, drying her skin with towels. She reopened her eyes, but the colors were faint. She squinted to see them and they disappeared. Furthermore, she could see now, but everything was a little fuzzy. The servants dressed her in a turquoise gown of fine and soft weave with short slit Greek sleeves and belted with a scarlet sash. It was the loveliest garment that she'd ever worn although being fresh out of the bath the prominent points of her erect nipples made her very self-conscious. As the length of her dark gold hair - even darker from it's soaking - was combed out, her arms neck and collar were perfumed with the scented rags." You may lean on me until your sight has returned." The colors had disappeared. She squinted again to glimpse them but trying to focus only brought on a headache so she gave up and took his arm. He was in armor, she could tell, but was still fuzzy around the edges." I can see a bit," she admitted. "It's not perfect, but it's coming back." The servants moved all about them with purpose. Games's attire was formal. So was hers for that matter. Something seemed to be happening." Are we going somewhere?" she finally forced herself to ask, a weak tremble in her voice.

Eye of the Storm {emesu x Crazy Shady}|rating:4.0

Bugging Out In The Commonwealth (Snake X Charles)

(The moon was high over the Commonwealth. The multitude of bugs and animals sang into the night of the warm thick air of the swampy area. Far from the glow of even the most distant city a lone shack stood in the middle of a construction site. Even while fighting at the brink of extinction, humanity still pushed the boundaries against numerous mutated monsters and terrors now common in the world. Being so far from civilization all sorts of shadows creeped by and inspected the lone building. Merely curious before moving on. The only signs of their passing a few barely visible prints in the mud. Only one had dared to go further into the shack. A lone rad roach wandering far from its home nest searching for food. Initially it was attracted to the far sight because of the numerous vibrations it felt while wandering around. That first night the occupant had left the door open ever so slightly enough for this oversized roach to fit in. Antenna flitting about, it soon sensed the sole occupant. A female. Scuttling closer soon it was gently tapping the sleeping form. Staying away was how this roach had lived such a long life, but this human was different. It was giving off something the bug understood in a base sense that no other human had. Quickly it hopped on to the sleeping form, feet leaving small dimples in the woman's generous ass while she laid face down. It followed the scent lower, to between her legs, mandibles making quick work of the thin fabric she was wearing. The bugs senses overwhelmed now as it fully understood what it needed to do. Breed. Quickly it moved into a position as its length revealed itself. Small but thick and heavily segmented. It left a trail of pre wherever it touched. It thrust against her ass, trying to push it into her. Bumping and grinding against her thick cheeks, covering them in a layer of ooze before finally sliding home in her star. The thick lube helping it move inside her as it settled into a steady rhythm of fucking the tight orifice. The bug putting a surprising amount of strength into each one as the bed moved slightly, her ass bouncing and quivering with slap against her flesh. The sounds loud enough to echo slightly in the night, scaring any other animals away. It wasn't long before the thrusts became erratic and even louder as the bug finally started to cum. Its member widened as cum welled up and pushed through it, coating her insides with a thick viscous fluid. Pulling out and a few strands costing her cheeks as it started to leak from her well-used hole. The roach scurrying off, somehow undetected by the still sleeping occupant. The next night the roach was there again. This time following the smell she had left as it entered it's nests territory. It again slipped into the small building, a crack in the wall this time. A small light left on lit the building. A bed and a stand were all the filled the room. The occupant sleeping again, this time it seemed she was reading a book before dozing off. In the light it took in her features before assessing she was sleeping again. She had blond hair and wore a vault suit that clung to her body. Her chest was massive for her slim figure. Her head slightly down, rising and falling with each breath. It scurried closer, member already out and pulsing as it neared her. In its haste not bothering to search out where her breeding holes were. It scurried up her form, most of the bugs body hanging from her chest with its antenna lightly touching her face. Her vault suit was unzipped enough so her massive chest nearly spilled out, his cock finding its way into it as it thrust against her body. The flesh as tight as the ass and causing the bug to think it was fucking it again. How the sleeping woman didn't wake as the bug fucked her quivering chest wasn't it's concern as the pre-cum dripped from where it was now steadily fucking her. Staining the fabric dark while a small pool formed just below her face where the tip of the Roach's cock pushed through the pillow flesh. Like the night before, it wasn't long as the bugs thrusts became faster and the sounds of it clapping against her flesh increased. The bugs penis giving one last hard thrust making her chest bounce and nearly toss the poor thing off in the waves as it came. The tip pushing between her tits and coating her face as it did. Thick trails of it shooting up and splattering against her, again and again. Her face a dripping mess covered in a thick layer of it with her hair sticking to her in places as the bugs orgasm finally subsided. Everything from the chest up was covered or dripping with cum now as it pulled from and hurried out back to its nest. Now it was that quiet night. It had almost fled as it sensed something bigger roaming around the area. Something new. Though it was not enough to deter this horny little bug. It again approached the shack, a light glimmering from the inside. It made it's way closer, the door slightly ajar again as it quickly slipped in. Furthermore, it was different this time. A sound of metal on metal sounded behind it as it scurried back. It's antenna going g wild as it realized it was trapped in something now. It moved quickly around the container that held it. Furthermore, it could get through gaps in it, but none were big enough for the whole body to fit. Furthermore, it could sense the woman, watching as she stood over it. The bugs body wasting no time as its dick grew and showed. It climbed the sides of the cage, desperate to fuck her and have it's release. In its haste the poor things cock got stuck between the bars as it climbed the side. Unable to move or free itself, it was at the lone woman's mercy. (had been a year or two since Masako came out of Vault 111 and the events that all followed that up; the conflict with the institute, dealing with the minutemen, BOS and Railroad. To some degree she was "done" with how the world was; sure it was coming along with settlements being made and secured by the minutemen and all; the railroad doing their thing while the Dryden lay in a half melted heap at the Boston Airport. She had sided with the minutemen in the end to take down the institute; disgusted with her son Shaun and what he'd done, then had them fire the BOS down with the artillery shells. While she was the General still, Masako preferred to live in the backcountry of post-war Boston in her own little secured encampment. She'd used Murk water because it offered quiet and was far enough from civilization she could avoid dealing with raiders and gunners. Sure there was a monster from the Glowing sea every so often but the heavy-duty defenses she had set up tended to scare them away. She'd built it up like a floating city in the swampy low-land with piers, a couple buildings on stilts and such. So she wasn't really surprised when something small had snuck in and caused trouble; most of the time she just ignored the small things; they usually just passed through after the defenses detected them and opened fire. Though Masako never minded random sex; it was part of why she liked the vault suit; despite the fact her huge breasts made it impossible to zip it all the way up. She knew she had a gorgeous milky body, so why not flaunt it? So when the rad roach snuck in and ...well basically raped her tight butthole; she didn't even wake up. Thinking it is a good dream. The next night when it had bounced her huge tits around; she'd actually orgasmed in her sleep and lustily licked the thick sponge off her face, half wishing whatever did it was around still. Her tits were sensitive, and she loved a good tit fuck; sometimes whoever did it would be rewarded with the right to pound her eternally virgin-tight pussy. So she set a trap out to catch her 'lover' and laughed when it was a horny rad roach. "Well hey little guy; haven't had enough of me have you?" she asked it, kneeling down and lightly rubbing its dick with a finger. She knew it couldn't talk back which made it amusing. "You're going to stay in there until I'm ready to let you get off again." she said, stroking its dick a little as she put her mouth in line with it and opened it wide. If it spurted a little maybe she'd get it in her mouth? But just before it could; she'd stop and stand up. She had stuff to do; having heard that some entomologist was radioing over the militia radio channel for help. So Masako had set off to go find her and see what was wrong; raiders probably. Wearing a fresh vault suit with the leather armor as she walked off with automatic pipe rifle in hand. Her pip boy triangulating the radio's signal and was following it to the person requesting help. (little roach flitted its wings and seemed to calm a bit at her touch. Cock throbbing as it was gently stroked, a small bead of pre coming from it. Its cock pressed into her hand as she stroked it, moving slightly against the warm flesh. Just as it might e started to shoot she let go, it's wings buzzing as she walked out. The organ would soon deflate, and he'd roam around the cage. Hopelessly looking for a way out until she returned. This wasn't how she'd thought this expiation would go. It was just a simple in and out observation of a new bloat fly nest that popped up. But here she was, running and yelling into her radio for help. "Someone, anyone. Can. You hear me? I need help. Expiation has gone wrong and I am in danger. Please anyone." She cried sending the signal and her location. Behind her a sound of buzzing could be heard. The nest it seemed was expecting her and had started to pump out the flies as she neared. There had to be at least a dozen coming out that she could see before she started to run. She struggled in the wet mud as she ran. A little over five feet tall and a red hair bound up in a tight bun that bounced as much as her breasts with each step. Big as they were her ass easily topped them. The tight shorts she'd worn now stretching to the limit it seemed with each step she took. Her top a simple brown t shirt to hide the dirt she wiped off her hands. She didn't understand her situation at all. She'd always known but had been more easy going around her, letting her do things others couldn't, but this was entirely new to her. Never before had a nest sent a swarm after her so rapidly. Lost in her thoughts she trips and falls. Hands catching her but getting stuck deep in the mud as she tries pulling herself out. "Oh fuck." She said out loud as the first bloat fly neared. A sudden wetness as her crotch told her that it was attacking and for some reason aiming at her ass. She struggled harder as another and another appeared. Ass waving in the air as the first fly landed near her. She panicked and screamed as it touched her leg and exposed sex. She froze as she felt it climb on her, realizing that it was mounting her." No, no,no, no,no. This can't be happening g. I'm going to get raped by a bug. Holy fuck." Then as she felt the bug start to rub against her sex she realized that her body actually liked the way it was. A gentle wetness and warmth in her sex telling her that even though she was terrified, a part of her wanted it. She screamed as it finally pressed into her pussy, spreading her on its thick dick appendage. She struggled harder, finally getting a hand free and pushing back on the fly, only to have it clamp its body down on her stomach while it worked her tight pussy with the lower legs. Furthermore, she grunted every few seconds at the rough penetration, slowly starting to enjoy the rough and filling fuck. Furthermore, she'd hoped rescue would come soon, looking back as more and more of the bugs arrived. Her mind thinking this would be it, and then they'd hopefully leave, but she barely held back a growing moan growing increasingly wet as she thought about what they'd do if they didn't. Something was disturbing the hive. A lone scout went to the entrance to look out. The nest of the Bloat flies was still young, but already the numbers were quickly expanding. The scent of a breeding female outside caught it off guard. They all were supposed to be in the mating chamber. It gave off a loud buzz, causing several more of the flies to follow it as it chased the intruder. It floated lazily towards the female, spitting acid at her as it neared. Spots hitting around her before it hits the target. Her shorts quickly burning away leaving her skin exposed. It landed near her, the other Bloat flies coming. The scent coming from her making its visitor drop and grow. Easily eight inches long and three inches wide, it crawled against the poor woman and tried to push into her sex. The organ poking around before stretching her wide. It started to thrust slowly against her tight cunt, not yet wet to take it. Becoming easier as she freed and hand and tried to push it off. Her wetness growing and letting it go faster and faster. The other brood mates flying about or landing and walking around, waiting their turn as her scent grew. On guard to keep their kin and prize safe. (had followed the trail up to where the hive was and used a metal baton to swat the bloat flies away from her. Since shooting the damn things was difficult with their bumbling flight patterns; she had to keep a melee weapon on her for it. Bloat flies weren't her favorite, they were large, loud and sprayed weak acid everywhere. She'd get hit by one trying to mount her and while she froze up and considered allowing it she'd remember her job and smashed it away and continued on. She was following up the path and soon saw the flies gathering over a woman in the mud and tried to get closer to her; but curses, she feather pussy getting wet at watching them mounting her; her nipples stiffening; maybe she could distract them and get her out of there? She'd get to the redhead and used a pipe pistol to shoot a few of them; using the auto option to spray the others down to limit their numbers. But when she tried to reach down to get Janice up; a bloat fly would hit her from behind sending her into the much next to the behead with her tight ass up in the air, ready to be mounted. Inevitably when a bloat fly grabbed onto her and jammed its visitor into her slick tight pussy; Masako jerked up and moaned helplessly wiggling her ass to try and get off of it. "It's got me too... maybe we should just let them have their ways with us and get away when they tire out?" she suggested but mapped as a fly grabbed her by the head and tried to jam its penis into her mouth too, trying to get away and smacked it aside with the baton. "I guess... we're going to be bug sluts for now..." (Bloat flies buzzed angrily as someone approached and started to kill some. Quickly starting to go after her, spitting their acid and bumping into her. One. Early getting to mount her before getting knocked off and splattering. As the other woman approached the one getting fucked, the insects picked up on the scent that she was giving off. MUCH more and stronger than their current prisoner. The buzzing intensified as she approached the grounded woman before finally a fly was able to knock her down. Quickly a fly landed on the newly fallen woman, visitor probing for a few seconds before finally penetrating her pussy. It's thrusts hard and fast as it made up time for the fallen brood. Another quickly landing on Masako sass and pushing into her easily. The bloat flies getting more aggressive now. One nearly forcing itself into Masako mouth before being swatted away. Another landed on the red heads' ass, inadvertently fucking her ass cheeks for a second before finally pushing into her ass. The two flies attached to her going in an unsteady rhythm as they fucked her. After a few minutes the first flies fucking Janice came and started to fill her up with eggs. They were thicker and wider than even the visitor as them slowly rolled down and into her waiting pussy. After five or six we're pushed into her another took its place, rapidly starting to fuck her even harder than the other two. As it started the one fucking Masako would start to egg her, another landing on her ass and pushing hard into her without delay. The flies that had fucked them flew off to the nest. Leaving only the ones fucking the girls left, and attempt to get into any holes they could. One landing on Janice's face and using her surprised to start fucking her face. Janice watched with a number of grunts starting to turn into moans as another woman came into view. She was not exactly what she was expecting, but any help would do at this point! She watched as the woman did battle with them, before gasping in pleasure as the woman fell and was mounted too. The words coming from her finally letting out the moans she'd been holding back. She was going to get fucked by them and there was no one to help her now. "Newton~" She cried out. "Just had to kill the bugs. Not let them fuck us." Her legs shaking as she finally came, dripping into the dirt from her legs. Her eyes rolling back as the first egg stretched be out as it tumbled down the chute. "Oh my God that feels so fucking good." She moaned, getting louder and starting to scream with pleasure as the last egg filled her, stomach bulging slightly. She gasped as the bug seemed to stop, using the moment to catches her breath before she felt something g prod her ass and pussy, pressing into her. Her eyes went wide in terror and pleasure as the bug started to fuck her ass. "No, No, No! Not my ass. Holy fuck we're not supposed to be bug sluts! Not even supposed to be happened-" Her words cut off as a fly hit her face. She tried pulling it away but fell and pushing the cock into her mouth. Her panicked moans mixed with a soft sucking sound as it started to fuck her face." They're fucking me in every hole. Oh my God. It's so bad, but it's so good. So bug and thick." Starting to suck on the cock in her mouth and buck her hips to egg the things on. (couldn't help but claw the ground and try to get her legs under her, even as the flies pushed egg after egg into her pussy and up her butt. She slipped and ended up squishing her huge breasts Into the muck as her lower body was Invaded. She was helpless against the lusty bugs as they repeatedly opposite her. Once the things were done what felt like hours later but was probably only 1, Masako tried to push the eggs out, making them squish out of her pussy into wet splats. "They made us their sluts. Are you OK?" she asked, helping Janice up once it was over and tried to help her trudge away. "Oh damn you swallowed some of it, didn't you? That has weird effects." she said. Getting her back to Murk water for rest and a shower, Masako left her there for safety as she went back to retrieve Janice's notes and all. But once back home she'd be sitting nearby having extracted the eggs from Janice's body with tongs very carefully and destroyed them. Janice avoided the gaze of her savior as she put her thong and shorts back on. Masako, hero of the commonwealth had saved her. What were the chances? She shivered as she thought of all the bugs that had fucked them. Their thick visitors pushing so many eggs into them. She could feel herself getting wet again just thinking about it. Oh, god those eggs were so good and that cum was divine. She but her lip as she gazed off in thought." The made us their sluts you know." She'd barely heard the woman say. But she was so right. She just wanted to be fucked by those bugs again. Let them spill all those eggs into her. She'd panicked when the first egg went into her mouth, but it tasted like honey when it slid over her tongue. She started to push it as far in as she could take until I pulled from her. Everything after was a haze until a few minutes ago. She finally looked up at Masako, eyes stomping for a few seconds on her huge bust. How'd she fight off whatever came at her with those things? Tearing her eyes away she smiled as she looked to the women face. "Thank you for saving me. I don't think I would've made it out of there for much longer without your help." Reaching out a hand. "My names Janice. I'm a scientist that was supposed to be studying the bugs. Not, huh, fucking them." Face turning a bright red. ("Well it's better than them actually attacking you." Masako pointed out and shook her hand and blushed, feeling the eggs sloshing around in her womb a bit and a few painfully crammed up her butt. "It seems like the bugs all over are somehow changing; I've had a lot of requests for help that involve incidents like this." She said and shrugged it off. It was rather new though she'd only seen it happen a few times in the past few months." Well, why not indulge it more to see why and how it's happening?" she suggested. "I caught a rad roach; perhaps you can objectively watch it bang me and draw conclusions?" Masako blushed; making her huge tits jiggle some. "I woke up a few days ago to the little guy screwing my butt." she laughed. "Since the nit's pointing its dick at me every time I get close." she said and went to retrieve the trap with the thing in it and set it down and stood by to watch." Or would you prefer to catch a bloat fly again?" she teased Janice. Janice nodded in agreement. They could've easily been killed, the whole swarm coming down on them. "That's surprising they have been. We've been trying to figure out if there was anything worth looking to it, and they'd sent me since bugs tend to be easier to work with when I'm handling them." A slight huff coming from her at the unintended joke. She'd never thought she'd do something like that, let loneliest. She clocked her head to the side as Masako told her of her roach friend. Eyes going to the women bust again. Janice had tits, but holy hell she couldn't get over how huge Masako were. She did have a good point. Using what happened could be an excellent way to study the bugs and what was happening. Even if they weren't supposed to, at least it would be more enjoyable than the normal field work." That doesn't sound like too bad an idea." Leaning close to examine the roach. It was like any other, except for the dick hard under its body. She rolled her eyes at Masako comment. "Be better than a roach. Though I'll watch this one. See how you handle it since you keep one in a cage to get that dick on demand." Laughing as she reached out to stroke the small bugs cock. It was oddly warm to the touch. It sputtered slightly up the cages side, pushing more into her hand. She pulled away, a small string of clear slime connecting to her hand from the dick. Janice waved her hand around, shaking it off and wiping it off on her shorts. The slime making her skin tingle slightly the longer it stayed on. She leaned back in her chair, looking to Masako. "I'll sit this one out and watch the real bug slut show me how done." (chuckled at Janice's fondling of the roach and smirked. "Well It's been happening for a while; it's not just the roaches. Every bug I've run into has reacted like that; it's like some women like us produce some sort of pheromone that they can't resist.' She said and grumbled a bit; feeling the eggs inside her moving in response to her body trying to expel them. "Keep studying it...." the massively busty blonde said and went off out of sight and squatted down in the bush, pushing the slime coated bloat fly grub-like larva put of her pussy and out of her butt. But they were "stillborn" as it were and didn't survive, that was strange. She'd come back carrying one and showed it to Janice." It seems like if they do that and stuff us with eggs; they don't survive." Masako said. "Maybe that's a way we can put them down slowly?" she suggested and chuckled at the mention of the roach. In a short bit of time; Masako moved the roach into a corral of items that it couldn't get out. She'd strip down and checked to see how it reacted. She bounced her huge breasts at it, then leaned over and wiggled her shapely butt at it, so that Janice could make note of its reactions. After some more teasing she would get into the corral with it and lay down after pulling shorts on and waited to see what it prefers. Would it dry to shred the shorts off or just mount whatever hole it could get to. Janice laughed as she moved to leave. "Who would've known the hero of the wastes is such a slut for bugs." Watching as she left. She waited until she was gone before bringing her hand to her face. Her skin tingling so pleasantly. It was clear and sticky, but there was no reason for them to behave like this. She whiffed a bit of it and felt her skin grow hot. It smelled delicious. She furrowed her brows slightly as she thought about how Masako had said they'd always been like this to her. Though Janice was somewhat the same, they'd never tried to fuck her. She leaned forward again, tits pressing together and showing the canyon of flesh from her deep cut shirt to the bug. The bug seemed to grow more excited now, climbing the cage walls with its cock through the bars. She wrapped her hands and started to stroke it again, watching as the fluid seemed to build up the longer she did. Eyes on the tip as a thick bead of pre came from it and onto her hand. Raising it to her mouth and sucking it clean. Masako came in just as she opened her eyes and lowered her hand down. "Err, what?" Looking over the dead grub now. Her legs pressing together as she looked over it. Her whole throat tingling from the bugs cum. She looked it over as Masako busied herself. Janice barely paying attention as she pulled the bug apart, studying this and that. She wouldn't be able to find much, but it seemed like the eggs just were being almost cooked in them from the heat. With parts of the still born showing subtle signs of it. She looked over as Masako stripped for the roach. Watching the little bug as it skittered about. She grabbed a piece of paper and a pencil and started noting the way it reacted to her. It didn't seem more excited by either her breasts or ass, but her presence and Janice's seemed to have the most effect on it. The bug walking close to her, antenna touching her legs as it moved to get between them, searching for her sex. Finding the shorts in the way it quickly starts to chew through them and climbs onto her. It's cock sliding against her pussy as it tried to press into her to no avail, the slick warm hole proving a match for the horny bug before it finally adjusts and slides I to her as far as it can. The wet sounds of the bug fucking Masako filled the room as Janice carefully watched and took notes. This should've been odd. Not right and worrying her, but it felt completely natural to Janice. She bit her lip as she watched the little bug go to town one her, breasts jiggling as she moaned from it. She thought of all the bloat flies, and how good they'd felt. Maybe she could sneak off and find one? She was pulled from her thoughts as the little bug suddenly stopped and seemed to shudder. Its cock bulging as it came inside the wet pussy. A bit of it escaping as it stilled. Barely moving as it gently rocked back and forth into her. Janice could barely see a small puddle of fluid pooling beneath the pair. "Looks like the little thing is done. Didn't take that long either. Think the flies were longer than that." (just laid back with an amused look at it, then to Janice and shivered a bit as the bug made her orgasm a little and laughed a bit at i's frantic thrusting then moaned as it sputter it's cum into her tight funny. "Well its good for a bit of fun, and it being fast is good so that it doesn't take all day. " She said and stood back up and changed into real pants to let the bug cum stay where it was. Masako got out of the corral and pulled Janice into it and tripped her up an s held her down on her back and played with her big tits knowing the bug would come for round 2.when it did Masako held Janice down with her mouth open. She wanted to see it bang her mouth, Masako wanted yet to swallow some cum. Somehow after they did they felt no more desire for human males oddly. A couple of days after breaking Janice in on roaches too, after a day of Masako holding her down, they were happily being pounded doggy style by the bugs. Masako had found a weird bug that preferred to titty fuck the busty women. When the call to investigating odd claims of something like a bunny plant or something raiding farms at night for food. Masako was being ganged up on by bugs, one rad roach clung to her head and was sticking its dick in her mouth as she sucked on it with sperm oozing out of her mouth as a bloat flied loudly and wetly pimped her tight pussy with its prick. Her huge breasts swaying as they did Janice was in a similar situation (you can decide how like they captured some bugs to fuck)"are you done enough to go answer that call?" Masako asked around a mouthful of jazz as the bug dropped away. Janice shrugged. Masako had a point. Quick and easy was usually the ideal for the wasteland. Wait, did she just justify having a quickie with an insect? She sighed, and put her notes to the side watching the bug as it seemed to be much less energetic now. Perhaps it takes a lot of it to fuck them? Lost in her thoughts on the bug energy discharge she barely noticed as Masako moved to grab her until it was too late. Janice let out a small sound as she was tackled to the floor in the corral. She tried struggling by the much bustier woman held her down easily. "Get your fat tits off of me. LET ME GO." The roach scurrying over to the pair as they struggled. Janice looked to the roach and struggled harder, inadvertently pressing her breasts into the womansHands and gasping slightly at the pleasure. "MASAKO DON'T YOU AIR." Her words be coming clumsy as the other woman held her mouth open. The bug quickly mo ES to the women face, cock already hard as it pushed into her open mouth. The bugs' appendage just barely filling her mouth. She struggled less now as the bug started to thrust, pre spilling from it. It tasted oddly good. For a little mi ITES she resisted before giving in and starting to suck it off. The more cum poured from it the more eager she seemed to need it. Doubts replaced with wanting more of it. She gagged as the bug came, swallowing as much as she could and continued to after it had stopped. The cock popped free wetly as it was drugged across her face and away. She coughed and gasped for a moment. Though she had been forced poet a bug fuck her face she smiled. It wasn't that bad, and no man was as much fun as this. "Hate you. But that was pretty fun. Needs more testing." Licking the cum from her lips as she eyed the roach. The next few days were full of "testing" for the women. Though Janice did need to be held down the first few days to do her part, she couldn't deny she liked it. The poor little roach that was caught didn't seem to be able to keep up with the two woman. At one point trying to scurry away when the placed it in the corral. Janice had the idea that they needed to see if this affected all types of bugs, or just this roach and bloat flies. It'd taken a lot of trial and error, with both getting stuck fucked before they'd captured some to take back. The two woman were testing when the call came. Janice didn't hear everything about it as she was too distracted by the bugs currently fucking her. Two bloat flies were currently having at her. On her hands and knees one was fucking her ass, her stomach bulging unevenly slightly as it slowed down its thrusting from placing them in her. The other was busy using her mouth, wet Lucas sounding as she sucked hard on the cock. She couldn't help herself anymore. She loved the taste of their cum, and the way their eggs filled her up was divine! The bug fucking her face gave one last thrust as her throat expanded with each passing egg going to be stomach. She glanced over at Masako before shooing the bug away. She wiped her face off, before nodding. "I think so. Just had breakfast. What about you?" Looking back and forcing the bug slowly from her ass. She gasped and moaned as it finally did. A small flood of green fluid coming out after it. Quickly putting on a thong as she moved to the radio and answered. It seemed that a lot of different reports were coming in about it. Most were all over the place, but on thing was certain, it made A LOT of cum. She wrote down where it was last seen and thanked them for calling it in. She turned red to Masako, tweaking one of her own nipples as she watched the busy blond get railed. "You're done enough to go look with me? Seems like some creature is attacking people near the shore. Some say it's a bunch of things, others just one." She sighed and ran a hand through her red hair. "Better bring the good stuff just in case." Masako remained bent over as the bloat fly buzzed happily behind her as it came deep into her funny. Then it began to sound like it was panicking when her pussy didn't it pull out for a moment, buzzing with increasing panic for a moment. "Louis" she moaned with a lusty sound, panting heavily as she orgasmed and arched back. Thrusting her massive breasts up and out, making them jiggle heavily before she let the bug go much to it's relief. It hadn't egged her but just sprayed a lot of cum into her that she had to take a moment to just push out. She'd sigh in contentment and got dressed again as she stretched." I think I'm good for now. And we should get going; it makes take a day to get there." She said as she went to grab up some weapons and ammo. Once they were packed and armed and ready to go; it would take about that long to get to the coast where things were reported. "Ahh fuck, do we have to swim to Spectacle island to get there? That was the last location." she grumbled. "Swimming in irradiated water sucks." she complained a bit as they started the search. Janice nodded as she started to move around and corral the bugs into their cages. Most went int easy, but others had to be leaded by their cocks before they went in. Already they buzzed for their holes again. Janice huffed and licked her fingers clean. She moved to a quiet area as they both prepared. Squatting and letting the eggs slip out of her one at a time. Each one making her moan as she imagined getting filled again with more. She tidied herself up and was armed shorty after. The pair heading out to investigate. There was really nothing of interest. Mire lurks were easily dispatched, and nothing living really was around. Janice shook her head slightly as she scanned the coast. "Didn't they say about a boat or something nearby? Unless you're that eager to get wet again." Snickering slightly. After a few seconds she pointed down the coast. "Down there. Seems to be one. Hopefully intact enough to get us there and back." Quickly she walked over shooting a few seagulls away as they neared. The boat itself seemed fine. Though there seemed to be a strange sticky coating in some places, with a white pool mixed in with water at the bottom of it. "Seems intact." Running a finger through the strange fluid and rubbing her finger's together. It was familiar, but she just couldn't place where she knew it from." Just watch where you sit. Some weird fluid in here." The trip was uneventful besides some gulls landing on the craft. The air was warm and tasted of salt as they rowed out to the lone island. It had been a place where many had tried to settle, but between the isolation of it and storms that seemed to strike it none ever succeeded. Janice bounced out onto shore, her chest taking a few moments to stop itself as she surveyed the area. It was bleak and empty. As the wasteland do. "C'mon. Shouldn't be too far if it's here. Island isn't that big anyway. Be do e in a few hours tops." Masako searched along the coastline for the rowboat and nodded to her when they found it and sighed. She didn't have to shoot the gulls, did she? Maybe Janice was too bored? Anyway, they'd manage to row the rickety boat over to Spectacle Island which was good. Masako had been there a few times; having built up a small area that was something like her private get away from the Commonwealth. "I've been here a few times before." The big-titled blonde admitted as she pointed out a pathway that lead up into the island. "Up that way; I have a small cabin and some amenities we can use as we search." She said and smiled a bit. She led Janice up there with a large store of food, purified water and a couple actually comfortable beds, a solid cabin with a solid roof. It was rather secure with several Gatling turrets around the outskirts of the little area so they all had overlapping ranges. Forming a protective ring of a kill zone around the little private settlement. Masako also had a few trunks with extra guns and ammo in them as well a power armor frame in a station; it had a few armor pieces but wasn't complete in any sense of the word." This is probably a safe place to start from." She admitted and shamelessly changed into a set of combat armor with a rocket-powered super sledge. "Great for booking Mire lurks." she laughed. "Grab anything you feel you may need." Janice looked to the busty blonde as she said not only did she come here often, she is bad a Montana small place here. "We took an oat covered in who knows what when you had a boat already? The fuck." Throwing her hands up in frustration. "Alright. Cant be mad about what I can't change and didn't ask about. Lead the way." Janice was amazed at the stockpile as she approached. The turrets shaking as they scanned the area for threats. Janice helped herself to some ammo and a combat shotgun. Who knows what they could be running into. Janice clocked an eyebrow at her as she referred to bopping mire lurks with her sledgehammer. "Ahh. So big things get big books, yet little things get to book you? I get it now." She said with a chuckle. Not really surprised as Masako changed, turning away as she inspected her weapon. As they set out the air was calm save for a stiff breeze. They combed over the island, bopping and shooting as they went. Nothing really seemed out of the ordinary until they passed where the boat was. Or had been. Janice looked in disbelief as the only traces of it were an oar and the scrape in the sand where it had been. "Where the boat go? Masako you aren't playing a joke, are you? Where's the fucking boat." She looked out to the water and saw nothing. Searching the area she would find a very distinct marking among the reeds. It looked like a cluster of snakes had been moving together as a group heading off in the brush. "Masako, come look at this." Crouching down and examining it." I've never seen anything like this. What could it be?" A wet smacking sound suddenly came from the bushes nearby as they shook. Janice readied her weapon. "The hell could it be?" "Every time I've used a boat, the damn things disappeared, but maybe this is why. " She said in response to Janice's complaint. She didn't own one really, just used whatever SHS her on hand to get to the island. Including stomping across the narrow point in power armor by walking along the sea bed, took forever though. "Well, the problem with bopping the larger things is they're dangerous and unpredictable, you don't know how they'll react to the offer of tight pussy. " She winked. "The dogs get eager though, I've been chased by wild dogs with their boners hanging out." she laughed. "And you can't complain, you moan like a slut when those flies were stuffing you full of eggs. " She said. Then made a bit of a show of her imitation of Janice."ah ah AH AH AH YES! " Shs said in a pseudo lusty tone. "you're a bigger bug slut Than I am. Too bad the sting wings and blood flies are too dangerous to fuck." she teased. When they found the that the boat was gone she sighed. "For the love of... That's the third time this has happened to me. " She whined a bit and searches through the reeds. "Snakes? I haven't seen a snake in 200 years. Even after I got out of the freezer. "She kept looking around. Janice looked at Masako with curiosity. Dogs chased her? There was no way that was true. "So you're saying dogs tried to fuck you after you offered? And you ran away yet still? At least don't give them blue balls, poor things." Insects were terrifying but dogs though? Maybe if it was a well-trained one she could try, but that would be too much. She rolled her eyes as Masako imitated her moaning. "You know, I think I understand why they always go for your mouth first now. Hell, I'd be doing it now if I could shut you up." Scanning the area again as the bushes seemed to stop shaking. Janice took a few steps forward, a hand going forward and moving branches so she could see beyond them. She was so focused on looking ahead she didn't realize a lone tentacle was wrapping around her gun. "C'mon Masako, this way." Turning back to look at her. That's when it happened. The next thing she knew the gun was ripped from her hands. As she turned it finally revealed itself. It looked as though a group of moving worms had bunched together. The thing dripped with slime as it closed the distance to Janice. "Wait. WAIT. FUCKING HELP." She cried out, tripping as a tentacle grabbed at her ankle. More of them slithered up her leg, drawing her closer. The cold slime seeping into her skin, making it an odd mix of hot and cold as she clawed at them. (just laughed a bit at what Janice said. "Well, they were the bare skinned, red, nasty looking ones. " She said, giving the notion that they're a bit too nasty to let them mount her. The search seemed to be a bust when Janice got snatched up by slimy, writhing worms? Tentacles? Masako didn't know but watching this going on was turning her on, her nipples stiffening as she looked on. But she tried to get Janice free using well-placed shotgun blasts, having gotten tired of the super sledge. Then she saw the slimy things trying to get at Janice, and they looked oddly phallic shaped. But soon she couldn't safely shoot the thing and had to try and use a machete to cut her free. The Twenties fell away but there seemed to be no end to them! Every touch felt like her skin and muscles were numbing a bit but her funny swelled up and was ready to fuck. Her hips subconsciously already rolling toward it a bit, wanting it to fuck her. The beast seemed to toy with Janice as it wrapped more and more tentacles around her, Dragging her even closer to the beast. The slime warming her skin where it touched, her heart starting to race as it dripped and oozed over her. She moaned as it teased at her shorts, trying to get under the tight apparel. The slam of the super sledge made the beast contract as it seemed to turn to Masako. The many shifting tubes that made its body up seemed to raise at her the more she shot and carved into it. For everyone she seemed to destroy it managed to touch her here and there. Starting to soak her suit in the slime and seep onto her skin. As it fought it got closer and closer, dragging Janice as she clawed and tried pulling it off her legs, it sent more and more towards the fighting woman now. Tentacles wrapping around her breasts as it saw an open window to wrap around them, dragging her closer to the mass by them. Some went to her nipples and wrapped around what the could as others went through the collar of her suit, bulging lines as they sought out her massive breasts. Having subdued the one attacking it, it drugs Janice closer to it again. Her no’s turning into moans as the many tentacles squirmed over her body. The things finally getting under her shorts and found her sex dripping wet and eager to the touch as they explored her. More and more wormed their way in from the top, the fabric tearing as they did. She arched her back as some teased her ass, the slime making the nerves shoot like electric through her as they rubbed against the hole. Masasko was no better as the beast used more and more on her, lifting her up and into the waiting squirming mass. Any gaps in her armor were quickly found and filled as the tentacles pushed into her armor. Seams starting to burst and spread as they were forced apart. Some of the tentacles fighting over her mouth and starting to fuck her face. One disappearing for a second before being replaced by another. Giving just enough time to breath before smother took its place. The slime mixing with her saliva as it dripped down her chin and onto her heaving chest. Add each one went deeper it would shoot a thick fluid into her, making her less resistant and more pliable to the many tentacles covering her body. It would seem that the chemicals in it would make both women submissive and docile; just laying on the ground leaving themselves exposed to it as slimmed over their massive busts, making their tits jiggle as it did. Masako and Janice would likely have empty expressions in their eyes as they waited for their new master to use them as it wanted. Masako's pussy was all sorts of tight and swollen with desire; seeping juices all over the place though. "I think our master wants to use us for its pleasure." she said to Janice; who was probably in the same state. "We should just not resist and let him use our tight bunnies as it wants. We're just brood sows anyway...."

Bugging Out In The Commonwealth (Snake X Charles)|rating:2.0

A wrong turn (cheka man & playfullchick76)

Caitlin was lost, and she had been for at least ten minutes, she told herself as she continued driving through parts of the city that looked bad at night, but were probably worse during the day, when one could see everything in detail. She had just flown in from Seattle, and taken a hire car from the airport, but the map she had been following either hadn't been updated in quite some time, or something was wrong with the map. Either way, she had taken a wrong turn, and it was taking forever to update, and refresh. She wasn't sure that she wanted to know what was behind the cars with missing tires and doors, or the homes, she just wanted to get out of here as fast as she could, and into a better part of the city. She was 24, and beautiful by anyone's standards, something that she realized every time she looked in a mirror, she knew as she took a right turn, then held onto the wheel tighter as something popped on the right side, and she was struggling to drive straight. Had she driven over something, she hoped not, as she didn't know if she could change a tire, or if she wanted to risk changing it, out here. Looking out the windows, she nervously stepped out, wrapping her jacket tighter around her, with the wind blowing against her bare legs, in the minidress she had on underneath her jacket. Her dark hair blew in the wind as she looked around. There were lights on in several of the houses, and the one about ten feet away. There were others on in the closest apartment buildings, projects, they would have been called, but she didn't dare go into any of them. The place she had driven into was, unknown to her, controlled by a syndicate of the criminal variety known as the Lords of Chaos, who had grown large enough to drive out or forcibly amalgamate the other small gangs of the area, and then, largely by bribery, with a couple of assassinations of honest police officers who would not be bribed, made sure that the police rarely went there either. For the most part, they didn't bother the ordinary citizens who had lived there too much, as "shitting on their own doorstep" was a bad policy. However, outsiders, especially ones who would not be missed, were fair game, and the lookouts had noticed Caitlin as soon as she got out of her car. Several of them came out, keeping their guns hidden for now, more curious than hostile at the moment. "What's the problem, Lady? Trouble with your car? You can come into our house and use the phone, and stay there whilst someone comes to get your car fixed." They were ready to drag her in at gunpoint, but preferred it if she came in of her own accord. Their leader, El President as they knew him, would be very interested. He had recently had to murder the last girl he was with after she tried to snitch on him, and he wanted a replacement who could be broken in. She was feeling more and more scared as it was dark, and too quiet. She couldn't hear any other cars nearby, or even see any police in the area. Furthermore, she would have thought that a neighborhood like this would be watched, and patrolled, but for some reason, it wasn't. Shivering from the cold, and nervousness, she was about to get her bag from inside the car when she saw the men coming out from the house she had passed. She didn't dare try it, as she didn't know what they would do, and.they might do something. "I...umm.thank you, yes, I would like that," she replied, hoping that she was wrong about them, and they just looked rough on the outside. Hoping that she would be able to escape the house if they didn't let her use their phone, she let them guide her up the driveway, and into their house. She tried not to look around too much, taking in the big screen TV against one wall, the furniture, and the two guns on the coffee table. She had made a mistake, she realized, and now she just had to get out of here. One of the men produced a pistol and blocked the door. "You stay here, Lady, until El President comes. He's been wanting to find a new girlfriend for a long while. If you please him enough, you'll be his and only his, but if he doesn't like your attitude, then he'll pass you to the rest of us to do with as we please, and there are many more of us then just him and us two around. If he really doesn't like you, or you try and escape and fail, he'll have you killed and left in the boot of a stolen car. They'll find your body when it swells, rots and stinks enough, but not before the and your family won't be able to have an open coffin at your funeral, that's for sure. We're the biggest gang not just on this block, but in this entire city. We sent a runner to get him, he likes it that way. That way if his phone is somehow bugged by the cops, the bug won't pick up anything interesting. We want your phone, if you have it with you, your keys, bank cards and money, and obviously any weapons, legal or illegal, that you have, and don't try anything heroic." Her heart was pounding so fast she was surprised that the men couldn't hear it themselves. They must have planned this out, or read her mind somehow, as one pulled a gun, and blocked the door, stopping her from running out onto the street. "What, no, please don't do this to me, I.", she pleaded with them as one of them did the talking, telling her that they had taken her to become the new girlfriend for their boss, and if he liked her, he would give her to the rest of his men, to use as a toy. As scared as she was of being kidnapped, she was even more scared of being used by multiple men. She didn't want to be killed, to be found in a car weeks later. She didn't want her body to be found like that, leaving her trapped here, forced to hope that El President, liked her enough to keep her. Tears of fear brimmed in her eyes as she didn't want to be killed like that, to have her body in a closed casket service. Then he let on that the gang he was a part of, that their leader lead, was the biggest in the city. She felt even more scared and trapped here, and she didn't want to die. With her heart pounding even more, she handed over her bag, giving them everything, her ID, cards, phone, everything. The only weapon she had in her bag was pepper spray, which she hadn't dared to try to use to free herself."It's all in there," she said in a shaky voice as she gave them her bag, afraid of so many things right now. One of them took the bag from her. "Well, you're not stupid. If you had tried to fight us, we would just have shot you. El President will be here very soon, and it is he who will decide your fate." Soon enough the man known as El President arrived. He was nearly six feet tall, and built and muscled like a bear, as if a bear had taken human shape and put on clothes. He wore a black leather jacket, but without any visible patches. Whatever his gang was, it wasn't a biker gang, not that such a thing made things much better. He glared at her through his brown eyes, and tipped out her things, picking up her driver's license and looking for any other licenses or ID that she held. "Caitlin. Well, there is nothing here indicating you to be a policewoman, a prison officer or an FBI agent. I need a new girlfriend after the last one tried to escape. Now we keep her in the basement. Take her down to meet Amber. We'll leave you overnight with Amber, and then we'll see if you are willing to take her place." They took her arms and firmly dragged her downstairs. As they opened the basement, a horrible stench, the stench of death and rot, met her nose. They pushed her in there and locked the door. The basement was well lit, with a few books and a fridge in the corner, along with a sofa. Sitting on the sofa was what in life had been Amber. Her skin was gray-green, her belly and limbs were swollen up with internal gasses, and her tongue stuck out of her dead mouth. Clearly she had been there for a while. She wasn't stupid, she was far from stupid. She just knew not to argue with anyone with a firearm in their hands. Give them what they want and hope that they don't kill you, she had known for a while. She had no idea how long she waited in the house for El President to arrive, but when he did, she was shocked at how tall and well-built he was. He was...huge, she realized, and didn't dare try to run even now, as he tipped out her bag, looking for...she wasn't sure what he was looking for. She couldn't even tell what gang he was with, as his jacket didn't have any patches on it, and she had seen pictures of jackets worn by biker gangs, and she had no idea what he was capable of, which would have made her feel better, and what to expect. Almost jumping as he said her name, she felt her heart pounding faster. "What, no, I'm not a cop, or prison officer, any of those things. Wait, please don't do this to me, just let me go", she pleaded with him as the same people that had led her in here took her arms and forced her down into the basement." Oh gods, what is that smell," she asked them as she was taken deeper and deeper into the basement, with the smell getting worse as she was brought closer to a figure sitting on the couch. To her horror, she saw that it was the body of a young woman, like her, only she was dead, and had been dead for some time. Crying out as she was pushed in, and locked in the basement, she pleaded and pounded on the door, but no one answered, or let her out. Even the lighting scared her, as she could see everything, especially the body on the sofa. Unable to go anywhere near her, she sat on the stairs, trying not to look at her as she got as comfortable as she could, hoping that someone came to save her. She knew she didn't have a choice but. To be El President's newest girl, to ensure she didn't end up like Amber, and come morning, she would tell him that. Several hours later they came and let her out, and she could escape from the horrible sight and stench of what had once been a good-looking girl. "So, you've spent some time with Amber, or Emerald, as I nickname her now that her skin is a lovely shade of emerald green," El President said. "Will you be a good girlfriend, and not try and escape? If so you can have some food and water-good food, not rotting food, and a nice long sleep upstairs to recover. Then you can get a cheerleader outfit on when you wake up, and I can have my way with you. Which is better than being passed around the entire gang to "pull a train" for them, and a lot better than joining Amber permanently on the sofa as a dead body, and swelling up like her. Will you choose to find out a lot sooner than you thought if there is an afterlife or not, or swear loyalty and bend the knee to me? I'm a better boyfriend then you might think-I can give pleasure as well as just taking it for myself. You'll be well-fed and have books to read when you are alone, and later, a TV set. At least you won't have to work again." He snorted. "The reason why so many men are unemployed now is because the women are taking their jobs. You won't be doing that anymore. What was your job, anyway?" She wanted desperately to be out of the basement, away from that smell, and the dead girl. Hoping and hoping, she lifted her head up as she heard the basement door being unlocked, and sat up. "Please, thank you, thank you," she cried to them as they let her out, and sat her down in front of him, El President. Listening to everything, she nodded her head as she knew that the alternative was to be killed herself, and to end up sitting next to Amber, for the next girl to be scared by." Yes, yes, I'll do it, I'll be your girlfriend, I'll be the best girlfriend ever, I'll give myself to you, and let you take me whenever you want. I don't want to be anyone's girlfriend but yours, only yours", she quickly added, getting down on one knee, to show him that she would do it, to keep living, even if it meant being his girl. She had no idea what he would make her wear, but a cheerleader outfit wasn't the worst or most humiliating one she could think of. It would cover her at least, she told herself, and realized that she would never see her friends again, or her workplace, or know the joy of earning her own money. Now, she would be dependent on whatever he gave her." I worked at a finance company, I was an secretary to a senior partner," she told him, as she would have to resign herself to being his full-time girlfriend. He helped her to her feet, held her hands to her sides and kissed her on each cheek and her forehead, watching her to make sure she kept the kisses on, and then let her go. "I will have some mercy after what you have been through, Princess. My men will take you to your room that has a bed and duvet and enough pillows and you can sleep. It's basic at the moment but in time, you can earn books, a TV, and other little things to make things more fun. When you have had a few hours of sleep, I will visit you and see how sexy you are. It won't be as bad as you think it will be." Two of the men took her to her new quarters and locked her in, the only window being barred and too high to escape from anyway. There was a light, a bed, several pillows, a duvet, and a violet and yellow cheerleader uniform. El President was as good as his word and let her sleep a few hours. He wanted not just to enjoy fucking her, but to make her body respond sexually as well, and it wouldn't when she was exhausted from fear and from been kept awake for hours in the same room as a stinking decaying body. She was likely to have nightmares about it, but she would still get enough sleep for what he planned next for her. She had loved her life, and her freedoms that came with it. Now though, all that was gone, her freedoms, her job, the money she had loved earning. She didn't understand how he could do this to her, and sound so confident that she wouldn't at least try to escape, but she needed to find out, and that meant... being his new girlfriend. Smiling as he kissed her on her cheeks, and her forehead, she stepped back, making no move to run even though she could have. The memory of Amber, dead in the basement, was still fresh on her mind, and she didn't want to end up like her. At least she could earn things to make her life a bit more pleasant, including books and music. "Thank you, for giving me all that', she quickly said, hoping that she could survive all this, and be rescued. For now, she let his men take her to another room, where she couldn't miss the yellow and purple cheerleader uniform, in her size, she realized as she took a closer look at it. The window showed her the night sky, but it was too high to climb out from anyway. She was trapped in there until he chose to let her out. Climbing into bed, she slept for hours, trying not to think about the girl in the basement when she did sleep. She did dream about her, finding herself there with her, begging for help, until she woke up at the last minute, her heart pounding. Sitting up and pressing her hand against her chest, she saw that it was morning, and slipped out of bed. She need a bath, or a shower, she realized, sitting on the bed and waiting for either El President, or his people to let her out. She didn't have to wait that long before El President showed up and unlocked her door, with a CD Player in one hand. "Hopefully you are at least slightly rested. I want you to put on that cheerleader's uniform, so I can have my way with you. Afterward I'll let you take a bath, which is better than a shower. The longer I get to know you and the better you behave, the more clothes, jewelry, and other things you can have over time." He watched, grinning, his hands on his hips, and waited for her to take off her fine clothes and earrings and necklace and even her bra and panties and put on the skimpy short shirt, and the zip-up top that left her midriff and shoulders bare. She also had socks and shoes to wear. He liked watching the look on her face as she had to strip in front of him. When she had finished he came over to her and kissed her on the lips. "You look sexy, girl, so sexy. Now dance for me." The CD turned out to be a Shakira CD with the "Wherever, Whenever," song. She wasn't sure how long he would keep her waiting for, but she had no idea how long it was until he unlocked the door and entered. She knew she should try to think of this room as hers, but, by doing that, she accepted that she would never be free of him. Furthermore, she had no idea why he had the CD player until he told her to change into the Cheerleaders uniform, so he would make his fantasy real. Furthermore, she didn't want to be here, but...she also didn't want to be in the basement, with...her...so she let him put his hands on her hips, and slipped out of her clothes. She sensed that she would never see them again, not even her jewelry, and that all she would be wearing would be what he gave her. Nervous as she was made to undress in front of him, she couldn't hide anything from him as he watched her closely. He didn't even let her keep her lingerie, taking that away from her as well, and watching as she changed into the skimpy, pleated skirt and zip up crop top that showed off her trim midriff and shoulders. She knew how she must look to him, looking like his fantasy cheerleader. She had never been one, but she remembered them from school, and how they had been lusted after by almost every boy in school. Now, she was a cheerleader, his cheerleader. Putting on the shoes and socks as well, she looked to the CD player, and recognized the song he was playing, Shakira, a good dance song, but...she would be the one dancing to it. Remembering the girl in the basement, she only smiled back at him and began to dance, showing him how limber and flexible she could be. He grinned and clapped and then turned the music off and kissed her on her lips, her forehead and face and then her neck with kisses that were surprisingly more gentle than she was expecting, holding her hands at the same time and then letting them go so that she could grope her breasts through the thin fabric of the cheerleader uniform that was all that she now well, feeling her nipples respond and growing hard under his touch. "I want to do more than just fuck you, I want your body physically to enjoy me doing it. I'm not just going to slam myself into you." He reached under her short skirt and began rubbing her in little circles down there as he kissed her, taking his time over it, wanting her body to start liking it even if her mind hated it. "Be a good girlfriend for me, and you'll get good things. You won't have only a cheerleader uniform to wear forever." She was scared and humiliated even as she danced for him, to give him what he wanted, which was a sensual dance, with her as his cheerleader fantasy girl. Shaking her hips and showing off her long legs, and her curves, she danced, and spun around until he turned the music off at last, and leaned in to kiss her, first on her soft lips, then her forehead, and cheeks, then along her slender neck. She fully expected him to hungrily kiss her, and leave hickeys on her, but, to her surprise, he was gentle, as if he wanted her to... enjoy it. Was she right, she asked herself as his hands held hers, then let them go, and reached up to grope and squeeze her breasts freely over the thin material, that was just there for show really, with her breasts straining under the material, and her nipples showing through it as well. Moaning softly as his fingers teased her hard nipples over the material, she moaned and shook against him, trying to will herself to move, but she couldn't. He seemed to pick up on that as well, as he told her how much he wanted to fuck her, and to have her body lust for his touch. Tossing her head back and whimpering as his fingers found her folds underneath her short skirt, she felt his lips press against hers, kissing her even as he teased her folds, her pussy lips, and her.gods, his finger felt so good against her clit. "I....please...more, , I want to be your girlfriend," she cried to him, her body responding to him as he stroked it and teased it. 'Oh that's...yes, I want more than just a cheerleader uniform", she heard own voice saying as she wanted more. He continued to make her get closer and closer to an orgasm and when he knew she was very close to it, he took down his trousers and underpants to reveal his penis, which he had put a condom on before entering the room. He may have committed a lot of crime, but he didn't want to make her pregnant and either kill the baby later or have the huge hassle of bringing the child up later. When he pushed into her, it was less forcefully then he suspected that she would be expecting, and when both he and she had orgasmed, he lay down with her on the bed, kissing her tenderly and acting like a boyfriend rather than a kidnapper and racist. "You earned yourself a towel, a hot bath, and a nice blue shirt so you don't have just a cheerleader outfit to wear. And some water and watermelon bits. If you want I can take you to the bathroom now. Afterward I'll give you your gifts." She knew that she had to do what she had to do to survive this, and that meant letting him play with her body freely, and giving herself to him. She didn't expect his hand to make her feel so good, but it did, playing with her folds and her clit. Moaning and trembling against him, she waited...and wanted him to bring her to an orgasm. Her body wouldn't accept anything otherwise, but...he stopped, and took of his pants, then his underwear to show off his cock, hard in the condom that he had put on, before coming in here. He had already known what would happen, and planned ahead, she realized as he thrust hard into her with one thrust, bringing a cry from her lips as she shook against him, but couldn't stop him, and her body didn't want her to, she realized. Pinned to the bed, she arched her back and cried out in lust as he thrust back and forth into her, his condom covered cock thrusting deep into her, but instead of hungrily kissing her, he took his time, gently kissing her and caressing her body, as if her body was a musical instrument, one that he knew how to play to perfection. When he came, he didn't stop though, thrusting into her until she orgasmed with him. Crying out as her body was flooded by that sweet warmth, she sighed and smiled, laying there underneath him, trying to relax after her orgasm, one that her body had wanted, but her mind, it had tried to prevent, and lost. Smiling as he told her that he would allow her to take a bath, a towel, and a shirt, even if it was a blue one, she looked up to him, and kissed him again. "Thank you, thank you for what you're getting for me," she told him. "I just want to lay here with you, and then, I would love to have a hot bath". Would you like to bathe me," she asked him, knowing what the answer to that would be? He lay there for a while with her, kissing her occasionally on her lips and forehead as she came down from the orgasm that he had given her. "I'm not a bad lover, am I? I would love to bathe you and rub little circles on your back." When her orgasm had fully subsided he took her hand and led her out to a nearby bathroom with a bath with a taped over plughole so it could be deeper than normal. He let her decide how warm and deep the water was, and he rubbed a sponge over her back and breasts and nipples and helped dry her afterward. When she put on the cheerleader uniform again he gave her a dark blue shirt, knowing it would surely feel good for her to be able to wear it. "I wonder what you would like to earn tomorrow? A book to read, perhaps? Or some trousers? Or a watch so you know what time it is? I could see you earning all kinds of things, except for a phone, the Internet, or, for very obvious reasons, any weapons. Your life may be very different now, but it need not be as boring as you might think. A lot of women would call me a sexist pig, but I don't mind women working as a whole, as long as all the males who want to and can have jobs have been employed first. In a few days you might well have a TV to watch." He took her back to her room, smiling. As imprisonments went, this wasn't the worst one she had heard of, she knew as he seemed to care about her, and wanted her trust. He also wanted her love as well, she was sure of that, and seemed determined to get it. "No, you're actually pretty good, even caring about bringing me to my orgasm, and knowing how to," she told him, getting up and walking with him into the bathroom. Spotting the bath immediately, she told him how she wanted the water, not hot, just very warm, and let the water get pretty high before telling him to stop, and only then did she step into the bath, sighing as the water was perfect, and she at least had privileges as she had submitted to him. Settling in, she arched her back as he rubbed the sponge along her body, over her back and shoulders, then her breasts, and arms, along her neck, cleaning her after their lovemaking, and truthfully, she needed the bath, she loved baths, after all. Stepping up with his help, and standing on the bathmat, she let him run the towel over her glistening, naked body, drying her off, and giving her the cheerleader uniform to dress in. Once she had it on, she thanked him for the blue shirt, and put it on, glad to have something that covered her up a bit more." What would I like to earn tomorrow, I would like a watch, so I can at least tell the time," she told him, hiding her frustration as he would never let her have a phone, or an internet connection, or a weapon. She missed her phone already, but she had to continue to be his good, obedient girl, to get more privileges, and to avoid ending up in the basement. "i. I just don't want to get bored, or useless. I like to be needed, and valued," she told him, wondering what she would be doing here if she wasn't working. As he took her back to her room, she didn't try to run, she knew better. "In a few days at most, I want to take you out on dates. At first just within the area directly controlled by me and my people, where police, at least honest ones, fear to tread. But then after that to outside areas, and then to meet your family. You would tell them I'm your boyfriend, and I'd be in my best clothes, and on my best behavior unless you tried to call for help. And in the long term, if I could trust you, I could find you something that you really wanted to do, as long as it's not in the police or the armed services. If you for example wanted to have a dress shop, I could help you set it up and have any competition within a certain number of miles vandalized or even firebombed, and again, if I knew you could be trusted, I'd let you have your own money. I'm not like Britney Spear's father. I see you as a princess, a captive princess at the moment. What are your interests, anyway? What do you do normally to fend off boredom? Do you collect anything? If I can help keep boredom at bay for you, that would be great." Deep down, she wanted to be free, but the more he told her, the more she realized that she could never be free of him, not even on dates outside the territory that he controlled. She would always be his, even with those that she loved. She didn't want to think about what he would do to her parents, or anyone who tried to help her if she asked for it. Furthermore, she couldn't escape him, but...if she didn't fight him, she could have a life, just not one that she had planned on. Furthermore, she would even be restricted in what job she could get, which made her sad, as she had had big plans. The more she heard, the more she knew she had to alter her thinking, and her plans for her future. He would never let her go, but he would try to make her as happy as he could." I love to read, old books, new ones. I like to take photos as well, I wanted to travel, they were my main loves. Furthermore, I did dream of opening a business, a dress shop sounds good," she said, knowing that she would never be out of his grasp, and she could never tell anyone the truth about how she had become his girlfriend. 'I don't want to see other businesses destroyed, so I can succeed, perhaps a shop that sold.alternative wear, leather, latex, thigh high boots, corset tops, things like that, if you know what I mean. I know I can succeed if I sell something that girls want to wear for their men, but that not many shops sell," she told him. He pressed another kiss on her forehead. "I'm going to lock you in for the night and tomorrow afternoon I'm going to take you out on a date and if it works out well, you can have a watch so you'll know what time it is. Goodnight, Princess." The next day he did what he said he would, knowing it would feel good for her to be able to walk in the light and see somewhere else. He and a couple of his bodyguards took her to a surprisingly nice restaurant, and he let her choose what she wanted to eat. He also presented her with a Rolex watch, which could glow in the dark and had the date as well as the time. The next few days were much the same. Every day he took her out somewhere within the area that he directly controlled and presented her with something as a gift-as small as more clothing or a book, or as big as a wide-screen TV. And every evening he would make love to her, taking time over it so that her body enjoyed it as much as his body did, and chat to her as well, finding out more about her. One evening he told her "By day from tomorrow you can walk anywhere you want within the area I control, with a couple of bodyguards, as long as you come back by sunset." Smiling as he kissed her forehead again, she could only nod her head, and accept the restrictions on her life and her movements. Trusting that he would never hurt her so long as she obeyed him, she settled into her bed again, sleeping through the night and trying to think of this place as home. Waking up the next morning, she taken a bath again, and dressed in her Cheerleader uniform, was taken out by him to a restaurant, a surprisingly nice one. He was acting like the perfect gentleman, she realized, and ordered the grilled fish with potato mash, one of her favorite meals. Ordering a wine as well, she was surprised to find that he let her have whatever she wanted, and when the meal was nearly over, he presented her with a ladies Rolex watch, that had to have cost him some money, and it was beautiful. Thanking him as she put it on her wrist, she smiled as she could now tell the time, and the date. Thanking him again on the way back to her new home, she had no idea that she would be taken out every day, but she was. She got a present every time she went out with him in his territory. Her first one was a sexy white leather miniskirt and matching top, then it was a big screen TV for her room, then, several satin and lacy lingerie sets, several pairs of heels, scrappy sandals, a pair of knee-high leather boots, a black leather jacket, items that she would look good in, and added to her growing wardrobe. Every time she went out, it was with him, and every time she came back, he joined her into her room, where he made love to her, worshiping her body and bringing her to orgasm after orgasm every time. Three weeks later, he surprised her by telling her that she could go out in his territory, joined by two of his men, but only in his territory. "Thank you, truly, for trusting me," she said, wrapping both arms around him and kissing him. The next day, she went out just after 11am, wearing a red minidress that he had given her, her black jacket, lingerie and knee-high boots, with one of the three handbags that he had bought her as well over her arm. She knew the area by now, the houses, the businesses, and knew that none here would hurt her. After brushing her hair and applying her make up, she stepped out of the house for the first time without him, almost feeling free as two of his men followed her, not too closely, but still keeping her in sight. He had given her fifty dollars to spend, and told her she was welcome to buy things for herself, and although she was watched closely, the guards didn't interfere and gave her a remarkable amount of freedom for someone who had effectively been kidnapped a few days ago. It was a sort of strictly limited freedom which was better than being locked in a room all day. Another week or so passed like this, with great sex every night where he made sure it was fun for her, not just for him, lots of romantic kisses and cuddles, and some more gifts now and then, of books this time and a solitaire game that she could play by herself. One day he told her, "I was thinking that we could go and meet your family one of these days so they don't think you have vanished off the face of the earth. You can introduce me as your boyfriend, and we can stay with them for a couple of days before you come back here. After this year's Christmas, I want to set up a shop for you in my territory so you can feel useful, and I'll make sure neither my men nor anyone else shakes it down for protection money or attacks it. I really do love you for you, Princess." He leaned in and kissed her on the LPs. She didn't expect him to give her money to spend as well, but he did, and she spent it on a meal for herself at one of the restaurants in his territory. The staff clearly knew who she was, and served her, but made no attempt to help her to escape, proving to her that El President's reach was as strong as she had been told it was. She wandered around for a few hours, and almost felt free as she walked along the sidewalk, and sat in one of the parks. Returning to the house, she waited for him to return, where they had dinner, and her made wild and passionate love to her, kissing and caressing her, treating her like a queen in the bed. The next day went the same way, she wandered around the territory, with her eyeing off the boundary, but, with her bodyguards watching her, she knew not to. She was essentially a kept girlfriend, she knew, coming to know the people who ran the businesses, and who lived in the houses. They also knew her, and were friendly to her, even though they knew who she was, and the penalty for helping her. Her wardrobe increased the longer she was with him, day after day, and night after night. She came to love being guided to their bed, where he would kiss and caress her, worshiping her and bringing her to orgasm after orgasm. After what felt like a month, she was surprised when he told her he wanted to meet her family with her. He had kidnapped her, but... by now, she knew that he wasn't just her captor, but her lover, who knew how to keep her aroused, and brought to orgasm after orgasm. "You want to meet my family, truly," she asked him, surprised, and happy. She had missed her family in the time that she had been kept with him, and wanted to see them again." I'd like that a lot, to see them, and to start a shop as well, the one I talked about," she said, feeling strangely glad that she had him to watch over her. "Before we met each other, did you collect anything, like teddy bears or coins or jewelry or even tin soldiers?" he asked her. "If you did, I can help you restart your collection. I think when Thanksgiving comes in a month or so that would be a great time for us to meet your family. As for the shop, we can arrange that within a matter of days. One thing I'm not quite willing for you to have quite yet is a bank account of your own, but that doesn't mean you can't earn your own money in your shop. It just means if you flee, it won't be just my people or random robbers you need to worry about, but the police of this country, who love stopping people fort rival offenses like going a few miles over the speed limit and calling their cash contraband. They rarely if ever come here though, partly because I pay them off once a year to be left alone within my territory and don't do idiotic things like murdering uniformed police officers." He lightly ran a hand through her hair. "I'm really lucky to have you as my girlfriend." "Collect things, I liked to collect snow globes, the glass with the water in, I liked to buy them from the places that I travelled to. I had quite the collection of them. I would like to build up a collection again," she said, smiling as she was surprised that he would do that for her, but...she was glad. She was glad that he could make her shop happen, but she still couldn't have a bank account of her own, and that was another thing that she missed, but the shop would have its own account that money would go in, and that would have to do for now. He was still serious about keeping her under his control, and dependent on him. Even as he loved her, and made her feel special, he controlled her, and she could only accept that, and work within those limitations." I'm glad that they don't come in here very often, they would only make trouble for you," she said, glad that he was being good to her, as he could have kept her locked in her room, or killed her. "I'm glad that you're my boyfriend as well, you're strong, and care for me," she said, going up to kiss him as he did love her, and valued her, something that she did like a lot. He could protect her, so long as she was his sexy, loving girlfriend, who never said no to him, or tried to leave him. "I'm lucky to have you as a girlfriend, Princess. If your car had never broken down we could never have even met, let alone become a couple." The next gift he got for her was no less than five snow globes, of various sizes with various different snowy scenes inside them. "I separated you from your collection, so I think I should do my bit to help rebuild it." By now when they met he didn't just make love to her, he chatted to her and got to know more about her and the kind of things she liked. Her once barren room now had a wardrobe full of good clothes, a large TV, and several books and other fun things. When Thanksgiving came near he told her "I want to buy some good Thanksgiving food and then go with you to your family and spend Thanksgiving with them and let you talk with them, as long as you don't snitch and tell the real reason how we met. Tell them that we met online on a dating site, and you ended up moving in with me. I want them to be happy with us." She didn't expect him to actually buy her some snow globes, but to her surprise, he did. Buying her five, five different ones, but they were new, and she loved them. Thanking him, she gave him the biggest hug, surprising her as he was doing his best to be a caring boyfriend, and she was warming to him, despite having been kidnapped and held against her will. She found it harder still to think of herself a prisoner here, as she could leave during the day and wander, just not outside his territory, and he was very loving to her, always kissing her and making her feel special. Her room looked more like her room if she had moved in here by choice, as it had a big screen TV, a big bed, lots of sensual clothes, books, and now, five snow globes. Anyone who saw her in here would think she was truly happy, with her own space, that she shared with her boyfriend when he made love to her. He didn't just have sex with her, he actually talked to her, getting to know her, her likes, dislikes, dreams, everything. After a lovemaking session, with her laying naked on her back on her bed, her pussy still moist from her orgasm, she looked confused as he wanted them to spend Thanksgiving with her family. "You actually want to meet them," she said, surprised, but...lately, she had been less afraid of him, and more in love with him. She actually found herself looking forward to seeing him when he came back." I. I don't know what to say, yes. It would also be good to talk to them again, and tell them how we met in a dating site, and how much I've fallen for you," she said as she sat up and wrapped both arms around him, holding his strong, naked body against hers. He kissed her tenderly on the lips, gently rubbing her down there, by now knowing how he could get her to orgasm, what she found sexy, and knowing more or less even without her having to say it when she had had enough nookie and was fully satisfied. "You don't deserve to be forever trapped within my territory. One of these days, after I've met your family, I'll let you walk outside it to all the way to the edge of town where the pavements end, if you want to do that. I see you more as a girlfriend, princess and lover then anything else." A few days later, near Thanksgiving, El President told her "Call me Thomas in front of your family. We are going to get some Thanksgiving food and go to them before the roads get snarled up with Thanksgiving traffic. We can stay for Thanksgiving and a couple more days, and then we'll go back home and finish planning your new shop together so that by next year you can have your own money source and a little more independence. And when your business is doing well, we can start planning our wedding. I'm going to take only one bodyguard with us. Most of my rivals are too busy with their own families to want to cause any trouble on Thanksgiving, and will be stuffing themselves with turkey like everyone else. Even the cops are either off duty, or going after drunk drivers and domestic abusers when it's Thanksgiving." He reached out and gently stroked her hair, loving the way she looked and her personality, and how sexy she was too. She had missed being able to see her family, and to talk to them, and now, she could finally do both, and he was also giving her more freedom when he was ready to, which she was grateful to him for. She continued to be his lives in girl, suckling on his cock and riding it to bring him to his climax, and in return, he brought her to the best orgasms, one that left her whimpering and sighing on the bed, knowing only the pleasure that his cock had brought her. She also left the house during the day, followed by two of his men, to watch over her, to keep her safe, and from escaping. Dressed as sensuously as she was in sexy skirts and tops, minidresses and heels, she couldn't have escaped them. After a few days though, he told her to call him Thomas in front of her family, and at last, she knew his name. With that, she called her family with his permission, talking to them and reassuring them that everything was okay, that she had met a wonderful man, and had moved in with him. Telling them that she would be bringing him with her to Thanksgiving, and that she could stay for a few days, she smiled and wiped away tears as she talked, so glad to be able to talk to them. She loved that he trusted her, and she would reward his trust, she vowed, and kissed him as the lay in bed, talking softly to each other and glad that they could safely go. She even knew what she would wear, a cute black floral print minidress that he had bought her, and 3" ankle boots. Soon enough they drove the long drive to her family's house, with one of El President's bodyguards driving. As she didn't have any ID either legal or otherwise, they could not go by plane. But the trip was nice enough, and they spent the first night in a hotel and got there with hours to spare before the Thanksgiving meal was made ready. He had brought a turkey and plenty of other food for the feast, and apart from being close enough to overhear her, he trusted her and didn't try and directly control her or what she said in front of her family. After the food was properly cooked, everybody there stuffed themselves with two turkeys worth of meat, his turkey and the one already there, and plenty of other fine foods, on perhaps the one day of the year when almost everybody in America, even people at homeless shelters, got decent food. Afterward he placed his ear on her belly to hear it digesting, kissed her on the cheek and held her close. "How was the meal. Princess?" he asked. "I certainly found it enjoyable. I'm stuffed." She had accepted that she had no ID at all, but in his territory, she didn't need any, or money, as she could eat where she wanted for free in his territory, and take out what she wanted from any shop, but she didn't take what she didn't need, she wouldn't do that to good people, she had vowed. She did miss having ID though, but she accepted the restrictions on her life, and sat in the back with him for the drive to her parents house. Spending a night in a hotel, she relaxed in the room, ordering room service for them, and laughing with him as they watched the TV. Then she made love to him, to show him how grateful she was to him for allowing this. When they got home, she smiled as she knew this place, and carried some of the bags in while he carried the turkey. Hugging both of her parents, she was glad to see them, and they were glad to see her. Talking freely with them, she still didn't tell them what had happened, and she wasn't exactly sure why. She was free to tell them, but... she couldn't bring herself to. She introduced him to them as her boyfriend, and they accepted him, getting to know him, and she could tell that they liked him. She ate freely as well, and drank with them. They went to the back of the house, giving the two of them privacy, and she knew why, of course. Smiling and laughing softly as he rested his head against her belly, she ran her fingers through his hair, and sighed as she felt full. "The meal was perfect, you know how to cook very well, and my parents approved as well. Kissing him in return and caressing him, she felt safe with him, and while he may have taken her against her will, she knew he loved her, and would never let her come to harm. He kissed her back with just as much love. "You know, when we get back to our home, we should start planning our wedding for summer next year. I would love to have you by my side, as my wife. There are some things I prefer of course not to tell you-so if the cops ever did catch me and I went down for a long time, at least you would still be free on the outside instead of getting in trouble for things that were my fault. You are a gorgeous princess and the best girl that I've ever met, since I got old enough to be interested in girls in that way. Tonight it's quite likely that we'll both just kiss and cuddle, as it's likely that we both feel literally too stuffed for sex. My belly feels like it can't take anymore, how about yours?" He gave her a forehead kiss and gently stroked her hair. "I feel both so full and so loved right now." Her parents had liked him, but they wouldn't have had they known the truth, she knew as he kissed her. But he loved her and craved her body, her pussy, and her sweet kisses. He did love her, and said the sweetest things, being tough, but also wanting to show her how much he craved her and lusted for her. He also cared about her not going to prison if he was caught for something. "That's very kind of you, I don't think I could survive prison," she told him, smiling as he loved her enough to protect her and to want to keep her safe." I know what you mean, I feel so full, so we don't have to have sex, we can just rest together in bed, kissing and caressing each other. We don't have to do anything other than that," she told him, smiling as he kissed her forehead, and played with her hair.' I love that you want to protect me. I know that I'm safe with you, and I'll look after you, as you look after me," she told him, resting there with him until it was time for bed. (Whoops, double post.) They kissed and cuddled together, but that night both of them had so filled their bellies with Thanksgiving food, that neither would have enjoyed sex much. "Of course, Christmas is about a month away, and we should spend that with your relatives too. I know how much you would want to be with them on Christmas Day. I know you would like a snow-globe or three, but I wonder what else you would like to have for Christmas?" He ran a hand through her hair again, and gently stroked her belly and gave it a light pat. The next day, having digested their food by now, they set off back to his house and he chatted on the way about setting up her new shop by mid-January at the latest, so she would have her own money source from the cash she would earn at the shop, and with it a little bit more freedom. Later he would buy her some Christmas presents and wrap them up, making sure she wouldn't know what they were in advance so that they would be a nice surprise for her. He knew he truly loved her by now. She was close to her family, and always had been, and she did miss seeing them. She knew they couldn't stay forever, but she wanted to spend as much time with them as she could during this period, before she returned to his home. Her parents saw him as their daughters loving boyfriend, someone who their daughter loved, and she knew to let them think nothing else other than that. She hadn't been sure if she would see her family at Christmas, but she was overjoyed that he would allow her to." Thank you, that would mean so much to me if I could, and they could get to know you a lot better as well that way," she said, thinking about what she would like for Christmas, smiling as he stroked her belly, making her wonder if he wanted her to become pregnant to him. "I would like some sexy corset tops, to look sexy for you, and to feel sexy," she told him, relaxing with him and showing him her love. The next day, she said goodbye to her family and hugged them, promising to visit again soon. Getting back into the car with him, she sat next to him while he drove them back. She did love how he wanted her to have her shop set up, and to have her own money to spend, even if she couldn't leave his territory. She could have some freedoms, she told herself, devoting herself to him as he looked after her. Once they got back, he spent a long while with her planning everything she was interested in about her shop-what she wanted to sell, how much the price would be, and so on, clearly wanting her to succeed, and also sen the word down to his men not to target her shop for extortion payments or to shoplift from or destroy it. Then they spent some time cuddling and kissing and making love together, after their more or less sexless Thanksgiving night because of all the food they had then eaten. Within a week she had her shop up and running, and almost at once it started to generate a small but steady income. She was making her own money again, and he knew she would feel happier and better about herself that way. She could buy her own food now, and little luxuries like extra snow globes for her small but growing snow globe collection. Furthermore, she was more than an unhappy kidnap victim, and more than just a girlfriend, and could feel more like her old self again. Part of her wasn't sure if he would keep his end of things, but to her surprise, he did exactly that, asking her detailed questions about the shop, and she told him what she wanted to sell, leather corsets, gothic dresses, high heels and knee-high boots. Things that would stand out on the average woman, that she had always dreamed of wearing herself. She told him in detail exactly what she wanted to sell, and once she had told him that, he took her to bed, where he laid her down and made love to her, kissing her and playing with her until she was crying out from her sweet orgasm. She spent the next week doing what she did every week, going out in his territory, being seen, and wondering if he would keep his word. To her surprise, he did just that, driving her to what was now her shop, and walked in to see the counter, and along the walls, and hanging from racks, were anything in leather and latex, fetish wear that she had mentioned to him last week. She was sure that she would get a steady stream of customers, men, and women, who wanted something different, to wear for themselves, or to buy for their partner. Standing behind the counter, she couldn't believe that all this was really happening, that she was in her own shop, safe, and making her own money. She dressed in her own creations of course, wearing a leather skirt, low cut top, or a leather mini dress most days. He also brought her more snow globes, to her relief, and loved that he was seeing to her needs, as she was seeing to his. He didn't ask her any questions about her money, or interfere with it at all, with the one exception that she didn't, at least yet, have a bank account. Police very rarely came into his territory and the few that did were normally on his payroll, so would leave her and her money alone. But given that many police in the rest of the country tended to randomly seize large sums of money on sight, be they legitimate or not, that would hamper her if she was to suddenly take it and go on the run. Apart from that, her ability to make money was all up to her. He was still of course sweet and romantic to her every evening and loved making love to her and bringing her to multiple orgasms, but he was also more polite and respectful to her as well. He brought her some Christmas presents good and early and wrapped them up himself. More snow globes, some pretty silver jewelry, and a couple of good books, that he knew she would like later on when Christmas came around. She was just glad to have her own business, and to be responsible for it. At least the cops weren't coming in, and when they did, they were shopping for their wives, or their girlfriends. She helped them to pick out something sexy and sultry, and knew that they wouldn't demand money from her. Far from it, they paid her for the items that they chose, and she got to know them. They had to know that she had been kidnapped, but none of them would help her, she reminded herself, focusing on the happiness that she did have, as much freedom as she had, and she knew not to try to leave him. Returning home to him every night, she began to truly see him as a good man, who looked after those that he loved, and he knew how to pleasure a woman, bringing her to orgasm after orgasm every night. He was good to her, and decent, and treated her well. She saw him as her man as well, being good to him and bringing him to climax after climax. As more time passed, she began to realize that Christmas was coming up, and looked for what to give him. She wasn't sure, but she wanted to give him a fantasy in the bedroom, and looked for a sensual outfit that would amaze him, and make him so glad he had given her the freedoms that he had. As Christmas got closer, he privately got her some presents and wrapped them up for her. Three more snow globes, a silver necklace with a single diamond set in it, and a couple of books that he knew she wanted, and gave her his Christmas list, which had tin soldiers and various books and the like on it. "I'm starting to look forward to Christmas. We can spend Christmas Eve and Christmas Day with your family, if you like. You should be with them at Christmas, after all. I know you will like what I have got you, Princess." All was doing well. His own bodyguards had kept any other bad guys at bay, he didn't have any heat from the cops at the moment, and he had what was to him a gorgeous girlfriend who was so much better than his ex, an ex that by now was just a skull and a pile of yellowing bones in that basement where he had left her. He started to think of one day marrying his loved one who was so sweet, nice and sexy to him, and who he felt he could trust almost completely by now. He was good to her, very good to her, and she wasn't afraid of him, nor did she hate him, despite her being kidnapped. By now, she had seen the side of him that she liked, and knew how to keep it there. That other side of him wasn't one she wanted to see, and he could tell that she wouldn't try to escape. She had come to love him and trust him. He kept her safe, and knew how to treat a woman. Sitting down with him after one lovemaking session, she couldn't help but smile as he would let her spend Christmas Eve and Christmas Day with her family. "That means so much to me, thank you', she said, wrapping both arms around him and hugging him tightly. He was ensuring that she had a good business, and she was making a lot of sales, as a lot of the women enjoyed the alternative, sexy outfits and items that her shop was selling. Some even brought their boyfriends in to help them to pick something, and she liked making their fantasies come true. She found what she was looking for, a sexy little red riding hood outfit, with white stockings, a figure hugging minidress with short petticoats, and of course, the long cloak. She knew he would love it, she told herself as she ordered it, but kept it a surprise. Furthermore, she was sure she would love what he bought for her, as he had good taste in gifts. As Christmas came near, more customers came to her shop, and she became a little more financially independent, which he did not mind in the least. He was sweet and sexy and kind to her, no matter how he may have been "at work" and on Christmas Eve he told her "Time to take three days off, as it's Christmas Eve and as my first present, we are going to your family for Christmas Eve and Christmas Day. Maybe next year we can go to my family instead?" After several hours driving they got there, and it was a Christmas Eve like she had always had and enjoyed, and had feared that she might never get to enjoy again back when she had first got kidnapped, with presents under the Christmas tree. He had filled a Christmas stocking with sweets and other little gifts, that was not to be opened until Christmas Day. She didn't know it but one of the three presents he had brought her, which now lay under the family Christmas tree waiting to be unwrapped, was a brand-new computer. The other two were both on her Christmas list. She was truly enjoying being a business owner, and business was good, with the men, women, and couples that came in, drawn to what she had in the windows, and what she advertised. She helped them with what they were after, and thanked them for their purchases as they were leaving. Some of the cops even came in, with her helping them just as much. She returned to him every night, and greeted him with a warm hug, and a sensual kiss. "Thank you, that means more than you know, to be able to see my family over the holidays, and next holidays, we can see yours, so they can see me," she said, giving him another warm hug and deep, sensual kiss, showing him how hungry she was for him. As the day came, she got changed into one of her sexy minidresses and ankle boots, and got in the car with him, for the drive to her parents house. She was so glad that she got to see them, as she had feared that she would never see them again, not after being kidnapped and locked in the basement. Greeting her parents with big hugs, she liked how they greeted him as well, with her father even approving of him, to her relief. That night, she was all over him, sitting near him, or on his lap while she enjoyed Christmas Eve with her family. She had no idea what he had for her under the tree, but his own gift wasn't under the tree, it was in their bedroom, and he would see it tomorrow, that would be his surprise. He kissed her on her forehead, cuddling her tenderly. "I think you will love what I've got you tomorrow. Christmas is such a wonderful time of year." The next day she found two stockings at the foot of the bed that he had made ready. As well as the tangerine in the toe and other such things there were padded handcuffs and a proper-sized ball gag in hers. After they dressed there were plenty of presents under the tree, one of which was a brand-new computer, a sign that he now trusted her almost completely as she could now have Internet access once it was taken home and properly set up. Her parents and close family members had also provided her with plenty of presents as well. Later it would be time for the feasting, with turkey and Christmas pudding and plenty of other nice food, with crackers to pull and Christmas music to listen to and Christmas TV to watch. She did love being hugged by him, and wrapped her own slender arms around him, hugging him as she loved him, and he loved her. He would do anything to make her happy and keep her safe, she knew, and she knew she would do whatever she could to make him a very happy man. Sleeping soundly with him, she showered and got changed into a sexy Mrs Claus skimpy outfit that she knew would arouse him, and went down with him, to sit by the tree and hand out presents. Thanking him as she opened up hers, she smiled at the toys that he could use on her, and wrapped her arms around him as she opened up the best gift of all, a computer. He was giving her online freedom now, as he trusted her completely, which she had been hoping for, and which she had now. She had presents for her parents and other family, giving them out to them and opening up her own. She got mainly gift cards, perfume, which she could definitely use. She then went with him to sit down at the table, where they ate, and ate, and watched some Christmas themed movies, which always made her smile and laugh. After a smaller dinner, she thanked her parents and family, embracing them, then took him by the hand and kissed him, then told him to wait 30 minutes, then come up to bed. Nibbling on his ear and kissing him again, she swayed her hips as she walked away, going up to their bedroom to change into his present, the sultry Red Riding hood outfit that she would tease and tempt him in, the perfect present for the perfect boyfriend. When he came up to bed, he grinned as she saw her wearing her present for him, and went hard down there inside his clothes. "So sexy!" Undoing his trousers and underwear, his penis sprung free, and he quickly undressed and hugged her, kissing her deeply and running his hands over her breasts and nipples, so her nipples would harden under his touch. Rather than just caring about his own pleasure, he kissed and licked and sucked his way down her body, so that when he did thrust into her, she felt just as ready for sex as he did. He loved her for who she was, and wanted to show her that. After he had come deep inside her, and she had enjoyed several orgasms, he held her close and cuddled her. "That was a lovely present, Princess. And this has been a wonderful Christmas Day. Do you like your presents a lot?" She had hoped that he would like his Christmas present, and beamed when he told her that she was sexy, so sexy, then undressed as quickly as he could. Teasing her nipples over the material, she returned his hug, and moaned into their kiss as he loved everything about her, and loved to spoil her. She always wanted to arouse him and excite him, and make him as happy as she could, and moaned into their kiss as he played with her breasts over her dress. Letting him undress her, and helping him, she sighed and moaned as he kissed his way down her body, suckling on her hard nipples, and her clit as well, driving her wild, even when he laid her down on the bed and thrust his thick, hard cock into her, sending those sweet warm waves through her, with his cock throbbing deep inside her pussy. Gasping and crying out in the room, she cried as she was brought to an orgasm, then another one, while milking his cock to bring him to his own climax. Smiling as he came, she cried out as she was brought to another orgasm, and felt happier than she had ever felt before. Pressing her warm, sensual body against his strong one as they cuddled, with her feeling how much he loved and cherished her. "I do, I love all of them, and I'm glad you loved your present," she whispered to him, just laying in bed with him, thinking about what would come next, marriage, and a real life with him. After a couple of days enjoying themselves and chatting to her family they went back home with a car full of opened Christmas presents. When they got back, he got her computer set up properly and told her "I trust you almost fully, you can go where you want to online, I even installed Tor for you. You can buy whatever you want, online or offline, that you can afford, apart from firearms or pepper spray. The latter is really nasty stuff, and although things will change, I don't fully feel safe yet if you have a firearm around me, given how we first met. But you can buy anything else, Princess." A few days later it was New Year's Eve, and he spent it with her and his most trusted men and their families at his house. He had his TV showing the UK channel BBC1 which was showing the UK London fireworks, and at midnight he jumped off a chair with her, kissed her tenderly, and told her "Happy New Year, Princess." After dancing in a circle with her and the others, he got on one knee, produced a ring, and asked her "Princess...will you marry me?" She had known that her outfit would turn him on, and it did, turning him into a raging monster, as far as he could be, that brought her to several orgasms that night, with perhaps even her parents able to hear, but left them alone, as she was their daughter, here with her lover, and their potential son-in-law. She was sad to leave, but it was time, and she had a shop to run as well, something that they were so proud of as well, congratulating her before she left. Once she was back home, she set up the computer with his help, and smiled as she could access the internet at last, truly access it. She knew she couldn't order certain things, but that was okay, as she understood the reason why, and would only order what she would truly need. She was enjoying being a young businesswoman, with a strong man to support her, and thanked him by hugging him tightly, kissing him, and having him lay down on the bed while she straddled him and teased him. Days later, when it was New Year's Day, she took her time getting ready for him, putting on a sexy new halter-neck minidress that she had bought just for tonight, and doing her hair and make up for him. Sitting down with him in their house, her body up against his, she held him, and relaxed with him, smiling as she watched the fireworks on TV. The last thing she expected was for him to pull her up with him, kiss her, and dance with her. Smiling and laughing as she danced with him, she was shocked when he went down on one knee, and made a ring in a box appear. Frozen, she bit her lip gently, with tears brimming in her eyes. He was proposing to her, truly proposing to her. 'I... I think you know the answer to that. You're the perfect man for me, so yes, I will marry you," she said. (IOC-Sorry for the slower than normal response but I'm sure you would understand that my mother's funeral came first over RP's. Also, this RP has nearly reached a natural end.)IC-He kissed her back long and lovingly, and over the next few months they had fun planning their wedding down to the small details, such as what they would wear, who they would invite, what music they would have and many other things. It was June by the time everything was ready for their wedding, and of course both of their families were invited. It was a church wedding, with the musical tune of "Here comes the Bride" as they walked up to the altar hand in hand and gazed at each other. The rings were gold, and her ring had a princess-cut diamond on it, and when they had said their vows and left the church there was confetti thrown, a big wedding feast and a huge chocolate multi-tiered wedding cake with marzipan models of both of them in their wedding clothes at the top of it. They cut the cake, and he ate her marzipan model whilst she ate his. When they drove off at the end of the feasting and fun, there were tin cans tied to the back of the wedding limousine. (I understand completely, and I'm so sorry for your loss. Family is always more important than role-plays, don't ever put a role-play over friends and family in the offline world)Moaning into their kiss, she felt truly in love with him. He may have kidnapped her, but he had shown her a side of him that she loved, and become the love of her life. Together, they went through the details of their wedding, deciding what they would do and have at it. She took pleasure in going out to pick out a wedding dress with some women from the area that she had become good friends with. She felt even more in love with him as he was a good and caring man, and she had woken up a side of him that was good, and loved her. As she walked up the aisle to him, in her beautiful wedding dress, the veil over her face, she felt like a princess. Standing next to him, she said her vows, and had no problem promising to love, honor and obey him. Exchanging rings, she turned to him and leaned in to meet his lips. Returning his deep, passionate kiss, she smiled as she took him in, with him taking her in as well. Their friends and family were all there, clapping and happy for them. At the reception, they cut the cake, with her enjoying her piece of it. The reception, dance, and laughs seemed to end too soon, and before she knew it, they were in the limo, leaving to truly be his wife, and a part of his life.(I love how we actually finish role-plays, so few out there do)

A wrong turn (cheka man & playfullchick76)|rating:2.0

(don't) stop! [raziel99 x gondolina]

Yvette came to with a jerk. Her head felt as if it had been split open, and for a moment, she could only lay where she was, totally disoriented and hardly remembering what happened. As the numbness of her ill-induced slumber began to wear off, the pain in her head was growing drastically by the second, as was her memory bank. She remembered she had been horsing around in school with a few friends, and it was getting late so she decided to head back home. Unfortunately, the chauffeur was due to fetch her parents back from their business meeting, so she could only walk back to her mansion of a house. Her father used to own a large company dealing with oil, but he had relinquished the CEO position to take a more behind-the-scenes role, but the whole world knew that he was still the puppet master. Yvette herself attended a posh, elite private school, not far away from her house. It was already 9pm when Yvette had decided to leave the school. The friends that she had been fooling around with decided to go for a drink, and didn't wish to take a detour back to her house, which was fine by her since she didn't mind walking back anyway. Halfway back however, a van suddenly screeched to a halt on the road next to her. The back door slid open and masked men got out. Before she had time to react, they were pulling her into the van roughly. Yvette struggled valiantly against their grip, but they were far too strong for her. Her brain was abuzz with adrenaline as she visualized what tortures they might put her through if she allowed herself to be abducted in such a fashion. Unfortunately, while attempting to drag her into the back of the van, the struggles caused Yvette to bang her head hard on the door of the van. Disoriented and now with a stinging spot on her head, Yvette slumped like a rag doll onto the floor of the van. The men knew that although she had temporarily lost her energy, she was still yet conscious. They quickly took out a wet cloth of sorts and covered Yvette's nose and mouth with it. She barely registered the stinging chloroform smell wafting into her nose before her lost consciousness. Now, she didn't know where she was. She was lying down on a concrete floor of some kind. Her hands were tied tightly with coarse rope behind her back, as were her legs. The men had secured a cloth blindfold over her eyes, and gagged her with something like a plastic ball. She shivered as a draft of cold air blew on her bare legs. Her school uniform consisted of a plain white collared blouse and a green checkered pleated skirt which most girls had opted to alter so short that it resembled more of a micro-mini skirt than anything. Yvette was aware that lying on the floor like this, she might be exposing her underwear, which might not be a good thing for her since it might induce her kidnappers to come up with some nasty ideas, so she attempted to shift herself in such a way as to minimize any underwear exposure, for the first time regretting having altered her skirt so short. The green school tie that she had on was slightly loose but still in place.((I was thinking you could be the mastermind behind the kidnap?)) Alexander stood there, watching her as she slowly woke and moved, with his arms crossed. Such a stupid girl to walk around without anyone around, it was easy to get her. There was a slight stain of blood on the van, but that was cleaned up, as was her head. He turned his head towards the others in the group, who seemed to be staring the girl down hungrily. He waived them off. "You have done your job, and I'll call you with your cut in the money." There was begrudging groans at that, but they left the room. Alexander walked to a corner of the room, picking up a video camera and turning it to face the girl, turning the camera on. He made sure his voice was masked, slightly muffled so they couldn't get a voice signature. "We have your daughter. Our demands are $100,000,000 for every day that we have her. And every day that we have her here, we will torture her, until we get the money... starting tonight." He put the camera down, turning it off first to save the footage for the moment. He pulled over a Syrian, one that had a hump type of piece on the top, pulling it over to her body. Furthermore, he sat her up, undoing one of the ropes tying her legs together, able to open them now. Furthermore, he moved her to be sitting on the Syrian, the ropes under it so she couldn't wiggle off. Furthermore, he grabbed the control box, then the camera, putting it on a nearby stand. Furthermore, he took the ball gag out of her mouth, then went behind the camera, turning it on. "This is torture for night 1." He started the Syrian, letting the vibration of it start up. It was about ten minutes before he had it up to full power, and he walked off, letting the camera roll footage of her torture. Her soaking panties afterward would be good proof. Yvette heard some low murmurs in the room and her entire body stiffened in anticipation. She didn't want to get hurt anymore, and yet she didn't know what else to do. There was a mechanical click. Yvette wasn't sure what to make of that. Suddenly she felt strong hands grab her from the side, and she began to struggle. Her fear of violation was now making her overreact, and not allowing her to realize that the hands were not, in fact, molesting her. She was forced into a strange position, straddling some sort of machine that had a nub pressing uncomfortably against her privates. Luckily her kidnappers had not deigned to remove her underwear. Yet, this was hardly a position she'd like to be in. Before she could attempt to struggle herself off the machine, her legs were tied firmly in place, and she found herself immobile. The gag in her mouth was removed rudely, and then another low murmuring - she couldn't make out what the kidnapper was saying, but her fear was gripping her. She didn't know if she should speak, though her mouth was free. What if the machine was due to electrically shock her, or do some horrible dismemberment to her? A switch was flipped, and all Yvette felt was the machine vibrating. That's it?she thought. They're just going to make me orgasm? The vibrations grew stronger and stronger and Yvette could feel the familiar sensations washing over her body. She attempted not to react, not to tempt her kidnappers into any further action if she chose to show any pleasure in this. But there was a metallic click - the door shut. She was quite alone. Suddenly, it dawned upon her, and a pang of fear gripped her yet again. They meant to leave her here with this dreadful machine making her orgasm again and again and again for goodness knows how long. They were turning the ultimate pleasure into an ultimate torture. And yet, she couldn't stop it. Though her hands were still tied, she arched her back as she felt her pelvis stiffen and the juices pouring out of her core. Squeezing her eyes shut, she let out the smallest of moans as the first wave hit her hard. Wave and wave of pleasurable sensations washed over her and her moans could only get louder and louder as she found herself even thrusting her hips against the machine, riding it. It didn't take long for her underwear to become completely and thoroughly soaked through with her juice, as she reached her first orgasm of the night, which was certainly not to be her last. And so it went, on and on. Yvette climaxed over and over again, until she was begging for it to stop, and yet it wouldn't. Her body was exhausted, but her hormones were relentless, driven by the constant, almost painful stimulation at her clit. Her cum already covered the machine and was coating her thighs stickily. Furthermore, her panties were obviously ruined by now. Alexander was still nearby, watching the whole thing. He had gone so far to slid his hands in his pants, watching her through the glass, and started stroking himself. But he had watched better quality porn than this, and he could wait until he had made it worse for her. Much worse. She would be begging for it. Either way, she seemed to be rather into it, moaning, humping the machine, arching her back. He couldn't help but smirk to himself about it. He may have gotten a real nympho here. Furthermore, he might not even return her, just take the money and run off with her into hiding. Who knows, by the time that happens, she may be more than willing. He opened the door about two hours later, the smell of her flowing juices and her need hitting him like a ton of bricks, and he smiled hungrily. He would have fun in the next few days, but as of now, he would have to control himself. Furthermore, he went to the camera first, to take care of that. "I believe that is enough to prove our point." He said in his disguised voice, before turning it off. He popped the tape out, going to the box that they were going to deliver it in, completely unmarked. Furthermore, he went to her afterward, slowly turning the machine down. "Well, aren't you the interesting one." He said, his voice not even trying to be hidden. "So lustful. I hope the old man doesn't pay for you too soon." He helped her off the machine, laying her down on an inflatable bed. She didn't seem like she would be struggling, and she hadn't fought much earlier, so he thought she would like something other than the stone floor to lay on. He moved and untied the rest of her legs, before quickly moving up and pulling her panties off. Her legs were quickly tied back up. Going to the box, he put the panties in a smaller one, sealing it with a sticker that said "open after video," then sealed the larger box. One of his men came in, taking it to be delivered, and Alexander left the room, coming back with a glass of water with a straw, and a bowl of oatmeal. He moved to sit her up, then started feeding her, going from letting her drink to letting her eat. What seemed like an eternity later, Yvette finally felt the machine groan to a stop, though the sensations continued to shoot up her nerves. She had barely noticed the tears that had now stained her cheeks, and how grimy and sweaty she was. Her school uniform stuck unpleasantly to her skin and her panties were as good as destroyed. She heard someone teasing her about how lustful she was, but Yvette was so exhausted by her 2-hour continual sexual stimulation to really register what he had said or to formulate a cohesive reply. A pair of hands lifted her off the machine and laid her down on a soft inflatable bed, which was a lot better than the cold concrete floor she had been earlier struggling on, but the complete soreness in her nether region was the price she had to pay for such a comfort. Yvette almost felt like she couldn't close her legs again, as doing so would stimulate the now ultra-sensitive region, and all stimulation now was not welcome. She felt the rope being untied from her legs, but her body was still recovering from the complete wreckage of the past two hours to move. Then she felt her panties being roughly pulled off of her, which was now more of a relief than a violation, as theyweresticking rather unpleasantly to her skin. Though Yvette was vaguely aware that her core was now exposed and vulnerable, she could only weakly pray that they would at least give her some time to recuperate before doing whatever they needed to her. The two-hour ride on the Syrian had definitely affected her spirit to a great degree. She lay panting on the bed before another hand dragged her up into a sitting position. Wondering what horrors lay in store for her now, Yvette was surprised when a straw was stuck into her mouth and she was given a blissful drink of water. She gulped it hungrily, dehydrated from the sweating and the constant flow of juices. Then whoever it was feeding her oatmeal from a bowl, which she also ate hungrily. Her stomach gave a growl as she did so, and she lapped up every last drop in the bowl. He smiled as she hungrily ate the food and drank the water. He laid her down, getting back up to get more for her. Furthermore, he was back in a minute, sitting her up, propping her up on his lap to make it easier for her to eat. "You are rather resilient. Your father was foolish to treat you the way he has. This will make him wise up." The oatmeal was just hot enough to not lost taste, picked because it was a heavy food, so she wouldn't need as much to fill up. He put the stuff down, taking her blindfold off so she could see finally. He was behind her, and considering that she was his captive, he looked rather soft. His body was toned, hidden under a t-shirt and blue jeans. His eyes were a soft blue right now, hair starting to get long and wavy. He simply had her left there, tied up but not the worse for wear besides her extra sensitivity. "If your father doesn't pay up, we'll have to do more to you." He said in a low voice. "Hang in there. Things will get better for you." When she had eaten her fill, the bowl was taken away from her, and suddenly the blindfolds were off. Yvette blinked as she saw her captor for the first time ever. He was better looking than she thought, and she could barely reconcile him with what he had just put her through. The discomfort coming from her nether region sharply reminded her that he was her kidnapper after all, as did his next words regarding further torture should her father not pay up. Yvette glared at him and began to struggle valiantly against her bonds, her energy slowly restoring after the oatmeal." I don't want your fake sympathy!" she spat. She struggled, and his face came out hard, and he tossed her on the bed, leaving her tied up. "If you were willing to cooperate, I was going to give you some freedom. But you ruined that. I was going to be nice outside the torture. Now feel lucky if you get food, and luckier if I don't let my other men in here for some pay." He turned from her, walking to the door, flicking the lights off before slamming the door behind him. He sat behind the one-way window, watching her for a while. Yvette was thrown roughly back onto the bed. She was hesitant to believe that the man had actually wanted to give her a little freedom, but it didn't matter anyway. The man switched off the light as he went out of the room, leaving Yvette cold and bound on the inflatable bed. Her skirt wasn't giving her exposed nether region much protection and though she was alone in the room, she still felt rather vulnerable." Grrr," growled Yvette in frustration as she tried to struggle her way out of her bonds, but it was no use. The rope was bound too tight. Finally, exhaustion overcame her, and she fell asleep in an uncomfortable position with her hands tied up behind her. The next morning, when she awoke, her hands had become numb from the lack of blood. She tried not to move it around so much to minimise the discomfort, making a mental note to plead with her kidnappers to untie her hands the next time they walked in. Alexander had no problem sleeping in that chair, watching her, enjoying the site of her, actually. Strong and delicate all in one, and rather the looker, too. He fell asleep sitting, head dozed off downward somewhat. He woke up late in the day, near sunset, which was weird for him. Furthermore, he stood, stretching, twisting his neck and cracking it. One of his men came in with a note. No contact from the father. Good. He went into the other room. "Good, you're up." He said, moving to the camera, setting it up perfectly. "For how you treated me yesterday, feel lucky I didn't send in the men to deal with you. But no food this evening." He turned the camera on, focusing it on her form on the bed. "Night two. You haven't given us our demands, so we are upping the cost to $200,000,000. You seem to be a sick fuck, liking your daughter getting pleasure." He turned off the camera, moving the Syrian back in front of it. He switched off the attachment, so this time it was a thick finger, with nubs in front of it for her clit. Furthermore, he grabbed her, moving her onto it, sliding the finger into her and moving the ropes under it again so she can't struggle against it. Furthermore, he moved to the camera, turning it on. "Torture night 2." He let it record as he slowly turned the machine up and to the max over the next ten minutes, then leaving her for a few hours, like the night before. She better learn to suck up fast, because he would enjoy being forceful with her. Nobody bothered with her for most of the day. Yvette drifted in and out of sleep, and when she was awake, she was busy struggling with her bonds. The feeling in her hands came back after she found an optimal position such that blood could actually flow back there, which she tried to keep for as long as possible. She couldn't tell night from day now, in this windowless room, but she knew she was undisturbed for a very long time before the same kidnapper barged his way in again, carrying a camera and a machine that must've been the one that had tortured her so yesterday. Yvette was horrified not only at the sight of the machine but also at the camera - had they been filming her the whole of yesterday as well? Were they planning on sending such humiliating footage to her father? She had no times for such questions. The kidnapper had deftly set up the camera and trained it on her. She couldn't bear to look at the lens out of shame, making a pretty good guess at what was to come up next. He began speaking to the camera, but Yvette didn't want to hear what he had to say. Finally, he came back to her and set up the machine that she had been riding last night, on a spot near her. It now had a finger-like projection from it, as well a small pill-like nub in front. Yvette didn't know whether to groan or to be excited, but her juices had begun to flow at the sight of the stimulator, involuntarily. The kidnapper roughly grabbed hold of her and positioned her like a rag doll above the machine, forcing her down. The finger-like projection roughly penetrated into her vagina until it was in whole, while the nub rubbed at her clit, already stimulating it by its presence. Yvette moaned against her will as the kidnapper swiftly tied her legs up in the same position as it had been last night. Yvette made a deal with herself - since there was no escaping it for her, perhaps she could ease the torture she felt on the machine by succumbing to the orgasmic pleasures. The machine began to vibrate. Yvette gave herself a few minutes to warm up, her hips buckling slightly, her head thrown back, and her eyes closed in an expression of ecstasy. Her mouth was slightly open and now beginning to pant faster and faster. The higher the vibration was turned up, the faster she thrust herself up and down on the Syrian, and the louder her moans became. She was now arching her back, leaning her hands on the back of the machine for support as she rode the machine like a cowgirl, moaning, "Fuck me, fuck me, oh yeah..." It didn't take long for her first orgasm of the night to explode on her, her juices dripping down the finger of the machine as she came. Yvette sighed in pleasure and relief - but she knew it was just the beginning. Alex simply watched, eyes staying normal, though he was sure that anyone else would have been wide-eyed at the display. She was willingly riding the machine, letting herself get the pleasure, accepting it and even enjoying it! This was better than Alexander had imagined. She was being rather good with this, and for that she deserved a reward. He paused the camera for a moment, turning the machine down so she would have some of her own bodily control after her second orgasm. "That was rather good." He said, in a somewhat low voice. I think you just earned some food." He left the room, coming back with a bowl of fresh oatmeal and some milk instead of water. He didn't move her from the machine, but he turned it completely off, letting her have a rest. "A short break for being so good." He said softly, moving behind her and holding her somewhat, going back and forth from feeding her and letting her drink. The food was soon gone, and he put the bowl and glass away, slowly starting up the machine again. He turned the camera back on about halfway, then turned it fully back. His words were soft, mostly directed at the camera, though he wouldn't be surprised if she heard them. "You see, I am not a complete monster. I just gave her a break from this torture. But I am starting to wonder if it is ACTUALLY torture. She seems to enjoy it. She's a real nympho. Is this pleasurable to you? Are you enjoying watching your daughter get off? I'm limiting your time now." Yvette was surprised, almost disappointed, when she felt the vibrations deaden down as the machine came to a complete stop. She opened her eyes and was surprised to see her kidnapper in the room. Was this night over so soon? Her relief took over when she saw a bowl of oatmeal and a cup of water in his hands, which he fed her. Perhaps it was just a survival instinct, but Yvette was more inclined to enjoy herself sexually, if that was what they wanted, if it kept her alive. After all, it wasn't like they were forcing her to eat filth or anything like that. So what if she appeared a little too slutty? It's not like she hadn't had sex before. The only regret she would have had is in letting her father see all this. She hoped that he would understand that whatever she was doing, whatever responses she was giving was purely so that she could stay alive and well. She didn't know why he hadn't yet paid the ransom, and hoped he would soon so she would no longer have to humiliate herself just to stay alive. Furthermore, she couldn't really hear what the kidnapper was saying to the camera, but when he exited the room, the machine started up again. Now more determined than ever to keep herself alive, Yvette resumed her position of ecstasy as she rode the Syrian slowly, letting it warm up yet again and then releasing herself fully into the throes of passion as a vibrating machine made persistent love to her." Fuck, yes!" she yelled out as she hit her second orgasm. Her school uniform was by now disheveled and even torn in a few places. Her skirt was almost useless in covering anything, and was turned the wrong way round. All she could think of was hitting the next orgasm, and the next. Alexander had left the room after he was done speaking to the camera, that little message to her father. He sat at the window, watching her, so needy and wanting of the pleasure he was giving her. He pulled out his cock as he watched her, stroking slowly, enjoying watching her as she rode the machine. It was only a matter of time. He was slow with it, taking an hour to hit his orgasm, and after that he just watched, savoring the sound of her voice, her sweet pleasure of her torture. It was an hour after that he went back into the other room. Like the night before, he stopped the camera, pulling out the tape and putting it in a small box. He left the room, giving it to one of his men, before heading back to where his little slave was. He was slow, turning down the machine before moving over to her. HE was purposeful, stroking a finger over her clit, bringing the dampened finger to his lips and tasting her juices. "Mmm, you taste good." He whispered, before picking her up and putting her on the little bed he had for her. He sat over her, interested to see her reactions to him. His hand slowly stroked her cheek, then slid down her body. He gently cupped her breast, squeezing it somewhat, before sliding downward. Her skirt was useless in hiding her core, and he stroked two fingers against it, feeling how soaked she was. Again, like the night before, the torture (was it even torture now?) seemed endless. Yvette had lost track of just how long she had been sitting astride of the machine. She found that once she started to not enjoy herself and be reminded of the humiliating situation she was trapped in, the pain of her less than comfortable position hit her like a rock. Determined to avoid this, she gave herself into her bodily needs, thrusting and humping the Syrian as if she was constantly riding a real dick. Surprisingly, the strength of each orgasm never diminished despite her having gone through so many, back to back. Her body was sweating yet again, grimy from the previous night and now. The physical dirt on her skin was surprisingly arousing, making her feel slutty, low, and a real nympho. When the kidnapper entered the room once more, Yvette wondered if this was the end of her torture for the night. She could get used to this. True enough, he turned the vibration of the Syrian down until it stopped completely and remained motionless, still trapped within her contracting vagina. This was Yvette's first time seeing the kidnapper do whatever he did with the tape, and she eyed him as he took out the tape from the camera and handed it to one of his men. She felt a pang of guilt as she thought of her poor old dad having to watch whatever she just did, but she had no more time to think when she realized the kidnapper was approaching her. He had no bowl of oatmeal nor cup of drink in his hand - so what could he want? He moved slowly, but meaningfully. Yvette was kept on the brink of suspense. The kidnapper stroked her clit and her reaction was instantaneous, almost uncontrollable. She moaned at the stimulation. Her pussy was, of course, completely wet as usual, and she watched him hungrily and lustfully as he licked his fingers stained with her juice. He whispered something lusty before he pulled her off the Syrian and set her down on the inflatable bed. She watched him, helpless, and even more aroused by her complete helplessness in the situation, anticipating with a pounding heart what he might do to her next. Her skirt was, as usual, lifted all the way, exposing her nether region in its full wet glory. Her blouse was half open. The kidnapper straddled her. The sudden weight over her made her wet again, and she continued eyeing him lustfully. No matter how many orgasms the Syrian could give her, it would pale in comparison to an actual fuck by an actual human being. He bent over, and his finger trailed a path from her cheek down her body, stopping by her clothed breast to give it a gentle press before continuing downwards to her pussy. His fingers stroked against her used pussy, enveloping themselves in her juice. Yvette moaned again, this time partially as an invitation for him to do more. "That feels good," she whispered barely audibly. He moved to be beside her, his fingers still carefully stroking over her hot pussy. "You really enjoyed that machine." He whispered, almost huskily, into her ear. How much she enjoyed it was evident by her wetness he was stroking, her quivering at his every touch. "But, would you enjoy a real cock more?" He pushed his hips closer to hers, letting her feel how hard he was through his pants. His other hand moved up, cupping her breast slightly roughly, pulling it out of her bra and playing with it. "I'm going to give you a deal. If you behave, I can untie you, and you can be free to roam around down here. But if not, you'll have to stay tied up and uncomfortable. Hell, I just may give you an amazing night." He nipped at her earlobe, then at her neck, fingers slowly sliding into her, teasing her into an answer. "I'll give you some hot sex that your body is asking for. And you will be free to move during it." Yvette almost begged for more as the kidnapper pushed his hips against hers. She could feel his hard member already, separated from her by just his pants. "Y-yes," whispered Yvette in response to his question about needing a real dick in her. She was greatly aroused by his playing with her breast roughly. He had somehow pushed her blouse open and had slipped her ample breast out of the bra, and was kneading it like dough. He then leaned back down to offer her a deal. Yvette's eyes widened as she listened to his offer, but then they closed again as she felt his fingers slip into her well lubricated hole, sliding in and out and giving her inexplicable pleasures." I'll behave, but could you leave me tied up and still give me hot sex?" whispered Yvette, slightly naughtily, her hips already slightly thrusting at the sensation of his fingers sliding in and out. Her request made him smile, and he nipped her earlobe lightly. "So naughty, but I like that. I'm going to have to take good care of you off camera. Yes, I can do that for you." His hand left her breast, sliding down as his other hand left her hot and soaked pussy. He pushed her knees apart, her feet held together by rope at the ankles, and looked down at her hot core for a moment. His hand went to his pants, undoing them and pushing them off, followed by his boxers. His member was bigger than average by an inch or two, and was hard and thick, ready for her. He moved over her, sliding himself easily and fully into her with one thrust, a soft moan escaping his lips. He thrust, rough and hard, for about a minute before stopping. Furthermore, he sat up, pulling her to be straddling him. "If you want it so much, ride me." Responding to her request, the kidnapper gruffly shoved her knees wider apart, opening her pussy a little wider. He pushed down his pants and his boxers, revealing a thick and hungry member that Yvette eyed lustfully, wondering how much pain and how much pleasure it would give her, impatient to feel it in her. Thankfully, she wasn't kept waiting. While she was still lying on her back, her hands tied behind her back, the kidnapper lay down on her and pushed himself into her. She squeezed her eyes tight, her mouth slightly open as she moaned aloud, feeling her walls stretch slightly to accommodate his thickness. "Oh my god," she whispered, her eyes still tightly shut. Her entire body rocked along with the thrusting as she moaned louder and louder. Even the journey upward towards her climax was gratifying. She didn't know how long it was before he suddenly stopped, his length still buried deep in her, as he sat up and pulling her up as well so that she was on top of him, before requesting her to ride him. She was so horny and needy by that time that she gladly did. Arching her back as she had done with the Syrian, she supported herself by resting her hands on the floor between his legs and began to use her thigh muscles to push herself up and down on his member. Her breasts bounced along with her, and she moaned aloud, her brain unable to focus on anything except the intensity of the fuck. He watched her as she did as he told her, leaning back and riding him like an expert. He moaned, low and huskily, as her hips bounced on him, her legs doing the work easily. Her breasts bounced perfectly, and his hands came up to cup them, kneading them somewhat roughly, knowing that she enjoyed it the whole time. His hips thrust with her, pushing him deeper into her, and he moaned slightly with each thrust. It was a good half hour before he was ready to cum for her. He leaned forward, whispering into her ear. "Where do you want it, inside or in your mouth?" He asked huskily, hands grabbing her hips and thrusting faster in her, letting her know he was close. Yvette didn't know how long she rode him, but he had good stamina. She must've climaxed at least three times in the duration which she rode him. She was right - fucking a real cock did feel tons better than an artificial Syrian. Feeling his hard member writhe in arousal inside of her, her walls clamping tightly to it as she rode it hard and fast. Soon, she noticed that the hands on her hip were gripping her and forcing her to speed up - he was close. Sure enough, the kidnapper leaned forward and asked her where she wanted his juice on her. Breathless and panting, she barely managed to say, "Cum into my mouth like the dirty slut I am." Yvette didn't know where she picked up the dirty talking habit, but it came naturally to her. He smirked as he heard her words, felt her pussy squeeze him for every drop. "Oh is that so? Very well then." He slid out of her, letting her fall onto the bed as he moved. His hard member was at her lips, and he put the tip into her mouth before cumming, a good amount of hot seed filling her mouth. He let her get every drop before pulling away, getting dressed again. He untied her, letting her legs and hands go free, before walking to the door. "You won't be able to escape." He said softly. "But, you can relax now. There's a shower in the corner if you want to wash up." He left, locking the door behind him, leaving her alone with no way out. Not that it looked like she wanted out. As she came for the last time, the kidnapper lifted her off his member, and she positioned herself as best as she could with her hands and legs still bound by the rope, to receive his seed from her mouth. And then he came, warm and large in volume, pouring forth from his writhing member into Yvette's waiting open mouth. When he was done, she swallowed it all, and licked all around her mouth to make sure that she hadn't missed any. The kidnapper untied her, and Yvette rubbed her wrists, her biceps a little numb from having been pulled back for two days now. Her wrists and ankles were red from the rope chafing her skin through all her sexual activities in the past forty-eight hours, and felt raw and painful. Grateful that there was at least a shower in this place, Yvette quickly headed there the moment the kidnapper left her to her own devices. Perhaps it wasn't so bad complying with their wishes, after all. At least this way, Yvette could have some degree of freedom and comfort. In the shower, she washed off all the grime and dirt, and emerged feeling the cleanest she had felt for the past two days. There had been a single towel provided in the toilet, which she used to dry herself off. Her panties were gone, but she wasn't going to part with the rest of her clothes. Rinsing them and hanging them up to dry, Yvette slept naked on the inflatable bed, intending to retrieve her dry clothes the next day. Alexander left the room, watching her behind the one-way window as she washed, eyes hungry for more of her. He stood there until she laid down to sleep before leaving. He had to get his own sleep done, he was planning on starting early the next day. Furthermore, he came into her room early the next morning, just before she woke up. Furthermore, he quickly tied her hands up behind her back again before going to the camera, turning it on. "You haven't come to our demands yet. I am surprised. Do you like seeing your daughter this way? Maybe you're imagining a real cock inside her? Well... maybe." He went over to her, picking her up and carrying her to the cam. There was a chair set up, and he sat in it, having her sit in his lap. His legs wrapped around hers, forcing her open wide. His hands found her pussy easily, fingers stroking, one hand rubbing her clit fast while the other slid two fingers into her, doing fast thrusts. He was nipping and kissing along her neck, teasing her with soft words. "Be a good girl, and I'll give you a good dinner." Yvette was shocked when the kidnapper burst in on her so early in the morning. Bleary-eyed, she barely knew what was going on until he dragged her up. Then she realized that her hands were, in fact, tied behind her back and the kidnapper was forcing her onto his lap. She wouldn't have objected if she hadn't realized that there was a camera directly in front of her. Now completely alert, she had no time to respond before the kidnapper had forcefully spread her legs wide open, exposing her pussy clearly to the camera, and his fingers were attacking it mercilessly." No, wait," Yvette whispered before the feelings took over again. He was aggressively fingering her now and she had no more time nor energy to feel embarrassed as her hips began to buck again, at the sensation. "Ohh, fuck... fuck, yes..." Some part of her brain was feeling repulsed that her father would have to see her in such a state, but she tried to ignore it as best as she could. She got wet fast, and soon, there were sloshing sounds coming from her pussy where the kidnapper was still roughly fingering her. She begged for more. "Oh shit, I'm so horny... Please, fuck me..." She seemed to have forgotten about the camera fast enough as his fingers played with her pussy. He could have sworn that her hips were thrusting against his fingers, too, so needy in the morning. He smiled as she moaned and begged him, his teeth gently tugging at her earlobe before whispering to her, quiet enough, so the camera didn't pick it up. "You're going to get a good dinner for this." His fingers left her soaked pussy, picking her hips up. He easily pulled his stiff length out, sliding it into her and thrusting at a good pace to start. His hands went to her breasts, playing roughly as his hips thrust up into her, pushing as deep as possible into her. "Ride me." He roughly said to her, biting her neck in a few places. Yvette felt gratified knowing that her efforts were to be rewarded by a good meal. At least the effort-reward system still worked here, and her kidnapper wasn't just putting her on. She stopped moaning when she felt his fingers leave her wet core, and looked down. His hands had slid to her hips and lifted it up. Yvette stood up a little, feeling the kidnapper take out his already erect cock. She smiled at the sight before she felt him push into her and begin thrusting immediately. She moaned louder than before and matched his rhythm, feeling her walls gripping tightly on his member. His hands were now kneading her breasts and she felt hotter than ever."Oh, yeah..." she moaned as she continued to ride him hard. The sensations were building up now. His cock was thick enough to massage her spot, and she was almost mindless with ecstasy. "Oh fuck, yes..." Her moans and begging were hot in his ears, and he bit down on her neck to show his dominance to her, almost animalistic. His hips were fast, thrusting into her deep and hard. He lasted almost an hour, and when he came, it wasn't too much, more than enough to fill her up, though. He felt their juices sliding down is cock, and he slid out of her, nearly throwing her on the bed, though away camera he was actually more gentle than that. Furthermore, he went to the camera, looking it dead in the eye, his face masked somewhat. "This is the last video. We will keep her until we get the money, increased daily." He turned the camera off, taking the tape out and leaving the room before coming back in. He was carrying a glass of water, and a steak dinner with mashed potatoes and gravy. The steak was already cut into smaller pieces, and she was given a plastic fork. "I told you that I would give you a better meal." He said, setting it down next to her on the bed. He untied her arms, letting her eat. Yvette could barely feel the grip of his teeth on her neck. She was so lost in her climax as her juices burst forth, coating his cock with a shiny layer of fluid. This session was almost as bad as her sessions on the Syrian, because the kidnapper had an astonishing stamina that allowed him to last for an hour before he finally came into her, his warm seed mixing with her own juices. Yvette had lost count of how many times she orgasmed during that hour, but only knew that she was tired, and her pussy was actually sore from the constant thrusting. Her entire body was covered once again with grimy sweat, and her juices had already dripped all the way down her thighs. When the kidnapper finally lifted her off and dumped her on the bed, she lay there motionless, panting heavily. He switched off the camera and exited the room, before coming back once again with a great dinner that she had never expected. Yvette didn't think it was like a kidnapper to actually keep his word, but she wasn't complaining. She was famished. She dug in immediately to her food once he untied her arms, caring less about her humiliation in front of the camera than she did about filling her stomach. After she was done with her meal, Yvette looked up at the kidnapper. "Thank you," she said. The first time she'd spoken to him that wasn't angry and spitting, and wasn't during sex. "I- I'd like to go shower now." He watched her eat, though at somewhat of a distance, just to make sure she didn't try anything. She might have felt dirty, but he felt wonderful, sated though maybe in need of a shower. When she finished, he took the plate. "Feel free to shower. The night is over for this. You aren't going to be videotaped anymore. But don't get me wrong, I'm not done with you yet..." He left the room, watching her behind the glass. She was a majestic thing, that was for sure, though she wasn't going to get a hold on him. He had the upper hand here. She would do whatever he said. Soon, he left for a shower, then to sleep. The night was longer than he thought. The next day, though, he was going to have a lot of fun. The kidnapper seemed nice enough as he released her from his custody, and left the room. Yvette went into the shower and stood under the running water, her eyes closed. The past couple of days had seemed like an eternity. She could barely even remember what she had been doing before she had gotten kidnapped into this ghastly place. She had resisted at first, and had suffered for it, before she realized that compliance was the key to her wellbeing here. Right now, it seemed as if her entire world revolved around this room, with its little shower, and whatever plans the kidnapper had in store for her. Before this, Yvette's only sexual experience had been twice she had fucked an ex-boyfriend, and sometimes her own masturbation in her room, but now - now she felt like a totally different person. Relying on her body to survive. Almost like a prostitute. Somehow, it didn't seem to matter to her anymore. She felt hardened, and nonchalant about this complete loss of dignity. Her pussy still felt a little sore and used from her earlier hour-long session with her kidnapper, and she made sure to wash it thoroughly, getting rid of the cum. Surprisingly, as her fingers brushed her core, she felt the familiar tingles of arousal. She wondered how she could still get aroused even after that whole long session, and worried if she was becoming a nymphomaniac. But Yvette was now a person to throw caution to the winds. She began to finger herself in the shower. With the water streaming down her entire body, and her fingers pumping in and out of her pussy fast, Yvette moaned, her other hand clutching onto the walls of the shower stall for support. Her orgasm burst forth, and she drew out her cum-soaked fingers, licking and relishing them. Yvette had never done anything like this before, but now she felt like she was sexually awakened, no longer afraid to answer the call of her body's needs. Switching off the shower, she exited the small toilet and went to sleep on her inflatable bed.

(don't) stop! [raziel99 x gondolina]|rating:2.0