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Grim nodded and began pushing harder and faster. "Oh sis, you know I'm loving this," he groaned, "I've dreamed and fantasized about this - taking you and having you as my own." He moved his hands to her breasts. Fear watched Mandy and grinned as he licked along her neck. "Tastes sweet," he said, smiling. He started to rub his hand in between her legs. "Nice and warm too."

She gasped softly and let out a pleasurable moan, her cheeks a deep red. "Oh brother, you're so kind to me. I don't want to lose you to another fair woman," she whispered softly as a hand moved up to hold one of his hands against her breasts. "Please, make me a woman, dearest brother, fill me with your seed," he whispered to him as she rubbed her breast with his hand. Mandy blushed and let out a frustrated sound as she struggled and hissed insults at Fear in her mind. If she hadn't been restrained, she would have tried to beat him, or get back at him for doing this to him. She was frustrated that she wasn't able to talk at least. She would have loved to at least be able to hurl insults out at him.

It had been weeks since Kanye Xiocalstarted on his journey. He had spent most of these weeks learning how to track and hunt pokegirls so that he would be fully prepared to catch one. When he finally felt that he was ready, the young 16 year old headed towards a mountainous area known for its high cliffs. Perfect for getting the drop on a pokegirl and capturing her for his soon-to-be harem. Kanye carried a backpack with him which had all the usual supplies. Food, pokeballs, and an item that he promptly got out to look below with, a pair of binoculars. He crawled on his belly to the edge of a cliff to look below, checking for any signs of possible prey. Seconds turned to minutes and minutes turned to hours. The young man was beginning to get frustrated just waiting for something to pop up. "Come on, come on!" he muttered to himself. "There's got to be something around here." With a sigh, Kanye tried to calm himself a bit. After all, it wasn't like a pokegirl was going to fall right into his lap or something...

Sadly for Kanye, there were two issues with his preparation. One was that he was looking in the wrong place entirely, and secondly, a Pokegirl was about to fall into his lap, in some way. Not far behind him, in the brush, training, was a Cockadiddle. She stood around 5'10'', green eyes, focused ahead of her, and a nicely sized C cup chest. Her feathered body moved quickly with her movements, precise, swinging her English bastard sword around in general attack patterns, preparing herself for anything. The girl's day generally involved training and, when done, and if alone, as she had been for quite some time, masturbating with the hilt of her lovely sword. As her species always did, she wished she had a male around, someone to give her what she wanted: semen and cock, and plenty of it. After a bit of practice, she sighed, placing the sword over her shoulder, looking around; she sensed something. But how could it be...no one came up here anymore. Neither human or Pokegirl was around this cliff, aside from herself, and she made this place her home. Aside from a man, it had everything else she needed. Brushing off her smooth, slender both, her feathers ruffling a little, her tail feathers swished with her firm rear, a grin forming on her lips. Creeping from the brush and forest, she peaked out, bird legs ready to dash if needed, till, her eyes fell on a target, her eyes going wide, and something 'clicking'. Holding onto her sword tight, she pounced, leaping straight over, bounding right behind Kanye, grinning from ear to ear, as she poked his rear end with the butt of her sword. "Well, hello there, sexy. Did you come up here for little 'ol me? How sweet of you...." Smirking widely, she grabbed him and dragged him away from the cliff, turned him over, sat on his lap, and giggled, looking to his eyes as she quickly began to undo his pants. "I haven't had a man in...I can't even remember. I've needed relief for so long...my sword can only do so much. Hope your a strong lad, sweetie~" Licking his cheek, she smirked, using one of her finely feather hands to rub at his nose exposed length, keeping the rest of his pants on, her fingers working wonders on his flesh, seeming to have great manual dexterity and experience in this area.

Today was the day he was going to try and get the new girl. He didn't know why but he had found such an uncontrollable lust just by looking at her. She was cute and American which made it even more exciting. Just the thought of him screwing her made him so hard. He had to have her no matter what. Not that she would reject him anyway, I mean he was the most popular guy in school. No one ever rejected him so why would she? He was better-looking than any of the guys in school. Having short but soft and thick copper brown hair. Dark brown bedroom eyes that could easily manipulate any woman just by making eye contact. He was perfectly toned and leaned. Standing tall at 5'8" and weighing 119 pounds, not to mention he had a perfect package to go with. Looks wasn't all he had though, no. He was talented in everything he did and tried. His skills were extraordinary and rare. Then there was his intelligence. Being top of the class and always Valid Victorian. Oh yeah, he got everything he wanted, basically, he was a spoiled brat who tended to act very unlike himself if he didn't get what he wanted. Light Yagami was leaning against his locker as he thought over his plan. He would ask her out and work from there. Now the main concept was whether he would keep her afterward or it would be a one night stand. Well, that really mattered if he liked her enough after the first night. If he had fun then yes, he'd keep her for a while. A smile came on his face as he saw the girl go to her locker surprisingly just a few away from his. When she opened it up to get out her things, he had moved and was now behind her locker door waiting for her to close it and see him.

Lexus looked around as she walked down the hall, all the boys cheering and whistling after her. Sighing some, she got to her locker and saw one guy looking at her. She quickly grabbed her stuff and closed her locker before backing up, backing up into Light. She looked back, getting a scared look in her eyes. Turning around, she leaned up against the locker and gave a weak smile, then looked around. Everyone was looking scared. She looked back at Light and glared some. "What do you want with me? Are you gonna trap me or do something I don't like?" She had a feeling he was a bad boy, but she didn't know yet. She didn't know, but after thinking about it, he was pretty hot and he looked like the kind of guy she liked. Sighing some, she looked back into his eyes, her steel-dark blue eyes starting to soften slightly. She sighed again, nodded, and looked back around the school. She wondered if her popularity would go up if she went with him; she would probably become the most popular girl in school. She smiled more friendly at the thought, running her hand down his chest. "So what is it you want, hmmm?" She was just feeling his chest and damn, it felt good. She would love to feel that chest against hers and even feel his whole body against hers. Thinking at that thought, she sighed some and backed up a little, then stepped forward, looking closer into his eyes. Her black hair was midway down her back, and she was breathing normally for once instead of being scared. His eyes seemed to calm her down somewhat, and she wondered what was going on in his mind, but she wasn't a mind reader, so she wouldn't be able to do anything. Backing up against the locker, she brought one foot up onto the locker, bending her knee. Sighing some, she closed her eyes, her short skirt showing most of her thighs and legs, and she wore a red tight tank top, which showed off her breasts. She really wanted a boyfriend, but she hadn't found one yet. All the ones who were interested were either abusive or plain assholes. She hoped if he asked her out, he would be a nice guy - rough but nice. Looking back at him, she smiled some. "The school bell is about to ring, so just ask me your question and I will get going."

Kagome stood on a rock face next to a waterfall, overlooking the wonderful countryside of the world she lived in. Turning back, she walked over to the hut that she and Inuyasha had gotten to get away from the chaos of the village they used to call home. Now it was just her and him. The way she liked it - and with Kikyou out of the way, she felt more like Inuyasha was hers. Thus nothing could go on to distract him away from her. She walked into the hut to see him sleeping. It was morning, and she had gotten up early to get some fish for them to have in the morning. "Inuyasha, get up," she said softly, hoping the half-demon would rise and get the fish. She had taken the beads off of him a while ago; she thought he didn't need them anymore, seeing as how they were lovers. She thought she was controlling the poor man, so she took it off and put it in a mantle in their shared hut, a reminder of the things they had gone through to complete the jewel shard - or now jewel - that sat in the village under strong wards to keep demons away. Though she had heard of other things approaching on the land, and she frowned at the idea, waiting for Inuyasha to get his breakfast and possibly eat together since she was hungry.

Inuyasha lay dreaming peacefully, sprawled out on his back, legs and arms spread wide. His mouth was practically open, and even a little drool dripped onto the floor. Not like he cared about what he looked like in his sleep; he was only with Kagome after all. So much time had passed since they finally completed the jewel, and Inuyasha and Kagome destroyed Naraku together. The only problem was that there were still those who sought the jewel, but it had its protectors. Miroku and Sango took on that job, seeing as it was more the peaceful life for the couple and their children. Inuyasha never wished for the jewel, and Kagome had stayed with him. It was all he ever wanted. When Naraku was destroyed, the well that tied Kagome to her world disappeared completely. She never got to say goodbye to her family and friends, though it seemed that she happily left that world behind. He couldn't be more lucky. Though he always wondered if she missed it. On their daily trips to the village, he always caught her standing there watching the spot where the well was. It seemed too much to just be happy to be with him. He always felt guilty. It was one of the reasons he was always hesitant around her. Inuyasha mumbled something in his sleep, kind of like "Take that you bastard!" He was dreaming he was slaying a monster demon, one that Mioga and Totosai were claiming that he would be killed in an instant. After his triumphant win, he gave both the old geezers an good thumping for ever doubting him. Kagome cheered him on the whole time, and he grinned from ear to ear as she ran and flung herself into his arms... At the moment, Kagome told him to get up. Inuyasha rolled over, flinging his arm up over Kagome's, taking her down with him as he almost rolled on top of her. One leg swinging over hers, pinning her, and burying his nose into her neck.

Lexus sighed some as she woke up that morning, the new day in Tokyo, and she was nervous about going to school, not knowing that there were some bad guys around school. Getting up, she looked around the apartment she was in and growled some. She took a shower, got dressed into that school uniform which she liked and hated at the same time. Her hair being a light/bright blonde with black highlights, she smiled and looked in the mirror before heading off to school. Looking around as she walked past people, she listened to her iPod and swung her head side to side, knowing soon she would probably find a boyfriend or some close friends. She was the most popular kid back in the United States and she loved how she looked. Smirking some as she got to the school, she looked around at the big building that looked like a college or something else but knew it was a school. Sighing some, she went in and looked for her locker, saw some guys looking at her, and got a scared look in her eyes but ignored it, not knowing what they thought of her. Opening her locker, she grabbed her books and put them in her skater backpack that she brought from her town and what her close friend gave her. She slammed the locker door before starting for her class. She shook her head and dragged her feet on the floor, still swinging her head side to side while listening to her music. She didn't know what or who was looking at her, but she didn't give a fuck when she got to the class and looked up, seeing the hottest guy in school and blushing some as he looked at her. She quickly took out her earphones and put them in her backpack, smiling before going into the classroom and sitting down in the back where there was a seat next to the window. Looking back up at the teacher, Lexus couldn't hear what she was saying because of her iPod. Taking her books out of her backpack, she put them on the desk and just looked out the window, rolling her eyes as she wondered what the hell was going to happen today. She hated moving away from so many friends and close family members, and it pissed her off not wanting to do it. She had been pushed into it after getting into a fight with another girl over some stupid thing and being kicked out of the school.

Light Yagami, was his name. Light is written with the kanji for moon and Yagami for night and god. Just the name screamed success and that is what he was. He was born to be on top, to win, to get whatever he wanted. Why else would he be so perfect? He had everything, yet still wanted more. If you only saw Light at first glance without actually knowing him, you would label him as a spoiled brat who never seemed to be satisfied no matter what he was given. This male was blessed with so much. His looks were almost god-like with his short thick but soft dark brown hair and bedroom brown eyes. The type of eyes that just seemed to look right into your soul and manipulate you to his will. He was perfectly toned and thin, soft firm body and a chiseled yet angelic face. He was tall, standing at 5'8" and weighing 119 pounds. Of course looks wasn't all he had if that was it then he wouldn't be perfect, or at least the closest thing to it. No, he also had talent, skills that people would do anything to have. Then there was his stunning intellect. He was very intelligent, his mind was something not many could compare to, always being top of his class. A hard working honor student who's considered to be one of Japan's best and brightest. That was the title he thought himself to be. There was more to him than that. He wasn't Just Light Yagami. The son of Soichiro Yagami who was chief of the police task force headquarters. No, he was someone else in secret, unknown to every human. Light was also Kira. The biggest thing that has ever hit the world. History in the making that what Kira was. His goal was to eliminate all the criminals, one death at a time until his world was complete where he reigns over as the new god! Even if it meant sacrificing his own soul it was worth it. The world was rotten and it just kept getting worse. Everyday he had watched innocent people's announced death on T.V or another rape victim. The world cant go on like this anymore he had to make a change and with his new found power it was possible. He could do it, create a new world of peace, a world everyone desires. He was the only one who could do it, no one else would take the responsibility of doing anything in their power to make this a better world..only he could. Sure he knew killing was wrong, but it had to be done. Those who cause suffering for others don't deserve to live, they don't deserve a trial. That wasn't Justice in his eyes! Day after day criminals got away with their crimes because there was no evidence against them, but not anymore. Now he was the one who judged them, he was the one who decided who lived and died regardless of physical evidence. And his decision for crime was death...no second chances, no trial...Either a simple heart attack if they were charged with worse crimes or accidental death for lesser crimes. Those were his ideas when he first became Kira, a dream of a perfect world, but it showed more and more that he was losing control. The ability to kill he had been given was taking over his mind, making him a different person than who he used to be. He wasn't justice anymore, he was evil but couldn't accept that fact, or rather he was too blind with power and thoughts of being god to care. His goal was no longer for the world, but for himself. He had grown selfish and wasn't just killing criminals but those who got in his way. Innocent or not, it didn't matter; if they messed with him, interfered, or knew too much, he would eliminate them without hesitation. His heart was a dark place, and his thoughts were cruel. In a symbolic sense, he wasn't even human anymore. Light was sitting at his desk with his arm propped up and his chin resting in his palm as he gazed outside. He sat by the window on the right toward the middle-to-back area of the classroom. The lesson the teacher was giving was old news to him so he didn't feel like paying attention. All he really had to do was get the homework done, he didn't have to participate because he already knew the subject. His eyes moved from the window to the door once he heard the teacher stop talking and everything go silent. He looked at the girl that entered. He had never seen her before, she must be new. He could tell that she wasn't Japanese, if he was to guess by looks he'd say she was American. His eyes followed her, turning his head when she got out of eye sight until she sat down a few seats behind him. He didn't know why but something about her caught his interest. Maybe it was because she was a nationality that they don't get much of, so it was something new. After a few more minutes of watching her, Light turned his head back toward the window. An annoyed look then appeared on his face as his gaze looked to something else, but what he was looking at was a mystery. Light growled under his breath and looked back to the window, waiting with pure boredom for class to end.

Alex's green eyes traveled up the massive door. "What...the heck?" he whispered to himself, looking at the knob. "How...and am I going to do this?" The boy walked towards the door, sighing softly. He wore a light blue shirt and black pants, his hair a light brown almost blonde color. "Hello?!" he called, wondering where the heck that rabbit person had gotten off to. His eyes stayed on the giant door, and in particular the shiny doorknob.

It was just sickening, utterly sickening to be this absolutely late! But wait! Not only was she late, but someone or something had followed her in, followed her through the rabbit hole and unfortunately caught a glance of what was under that dress of hers because those dresses just weren't made for crawling. But she hadn't expected to crawl! She had expected to be on time! But her ears twitching and her head turning, the sound of a voice from the other side of the door left the rabbit curious, leaning forward before jumping back on the tips of her shoes. Oh dear~! She had led someone down down down, the hole in fact, and even showed them to the door! But it was just rude not to teach them how to get through now wasn't it! "Listen to the door silly, he's got all you need!" Her voice was light and airy, quite expected from her petite, though lightly curved frame, just upon her words, the door seemed to creak on its hinges, not opening, though eyes emerged from the panels. "All you need indeed~. What is it that you need?"

It had been a long time waiting - three years - but Dimitri was once again in the Carpathian Mountains, standing in the forest, shaking the snow from his coat. It was coming down in sheets, so his coat was easily covered again by the blinding white. His blue eyes looked over his old homeland, and where he was when the Great War between the vampires and magi started. In his wolf form, he ran through the forest, to where a log cabin stood. Inside was the object that he had traveled thousands of miles, from Russia, for. The object of his affections and love... and his salvation. He stayed in the forest, knowing Gabriel's temper, knowing that going too near the house would give him a one-way ticket to pain and death.

Skyler sat inside, watching her adopted parents play with the children while she made dinner for herself and her siblings. Gabriel had promised that he would turn her after her 18th birthday, but she understood why he hadn't kept his promise for over a year. Dimitri. Just the thought of his name made her sigh - in longing and in anxiety. She could see herself caring for him... if she ever got over the horror of her past. Sensing someone outside, Skyler turned to the window. Seeing nothing immediately, she almost turned away. And then she saw the eyes, and looking harder, the outline of the wolf. Knowing instinctively who it was, she smiled a little, then returned to the counter. Thinking to Francesca, she asked her to keep Gabriel calm, she opened the door. "Come in, Dimitri," she said softly, knowing he would hear her. As soon as she said his name, she felt Gabriel beside her and nudged him away, before Francesca lured him back to the children. He still watched the doorway, practically glowering.

Hinata sighed as she looked around the forest, landing on a large tree branch not too far from the outer wall of Konoha. She was on a standard patrol around the outskirts of the village, one of several ninja assigned to such a duty, and frankly, she was bored. Nobody with ill-intentions came this close to the village. No bandits, no enemy ninja, nothing. The worst would be the odd wild animal attacking a traveller, and even that hadn't happened much lately. The animals had been learning to stay away from the paths, and the travellers were learning to stick to the paths rather than try to take a shortcut. "Still...not much longer I suppose." The Hyuuga girl slowly looked around, seeing what she was expecting - nothing. Still, despite being bored she couldn't turn down the assignment. She was much too shy to ever try such a thing. Turning to go once more, the girl adjusted her large, thick jacket before leaping to the next tree. Despite being a ninja for several years now, she still wore the jacket to hide herself, hiding even her ample chest from the world. Most girls, not just her age but even adults, would kill for a chest as large and firm as Hinata's, but she did her best to hide it, not wanting men to stare at her in such a horrible way. Perhaps that was why she was so shy and withdrawn. Maybe that was why she was always alone. Landing once more, Hinata took another look around, before starting to jump from tree to tree once more. She was on the lookout for anyone that shouldn't be around, but she didn't expect anything to happen, and in about an hour she could head home. "I know I shouldn't....but I'm almost wishing for something to happen just so there's something to do..."

"I know what you mean," Naruto whispered, as he stood up next to her, with his arms folded behind his head. A large grin came over his face as he tilted his head to the side, unfolding his hands before kneeling down next to her. Their bodies were extremely close. So what are you doing out here all by yourself?" he asked her, a little confused, raising an eyebrow slightly. "I would have come with you if you'd asked me, Jess." And here I spent all morning trying to look for you. Naruto smiled slightly, standing up once again before putting his hand on the side of the tree before jumping off of the branch and towards a nearby clearing. "Hay! I found this really close place just a little bit away from here. Come on, I want to show you." With that, Naruto was off, jumping from tree branch to tree branch, not even looking back, like he was so accustomed to. More than sure that Hinata was following closely behind. "You are so cruel," Kisame said softly, watching as Itachi used his Sharingan on Hinata, knowing that he wouldn't get any response from the quiet man. Quickly unfolding his arms, he automatically realized where Itachi was leading Hintai towards. Darting off towards that direction quickly followed behind Itachi as they moved through the trees unseen and unheard. Naruto landed inside of a cave, far off distance from Konoha, his hand gently touching the ground as he landed before standing up tall and turning around to Hinata. "Glad I didn't lose you back there." He told her, as he started to walk towards the back of the cave, getting further and further away from the entrance. There was nothing amazing about the cave other than the strange patterns that seemed to line the sides, hidden in darkness. Knowing that she could use her Byakugan at any moment, the Akatsuki clang stayed close by her, hiding in the shadows as Itachi lead her to her new home. Slowly Naruto stopped before turning around, revealing the wall around him, where it chains and hooks covered the walls. "It's lovely, isn't it?" He spoke before turning to her, his face distorted as he started to fade from view. Quickly Kisame grabbed her from behind before throwing her towards the wall, chaining her up before she could move away from him. "Well, that was rather easy," He spoke out loud, as the rest of the Akatsuki members started to appear around her.

Kouta sighed, sitting in his classroom on the top floor of the Karakura High School, leaning his head on his propped-up hand and glancing out the window. It was so unbelievably boring in this city and in the school itself; with nothing to do. Sure, he could see the ghosts and spirits floating around the city, but there weren't any in this school, and while the others could talk to him about what they knew or remembered, not in school. He sighed and idly listened to the lecture going on, brushing his hand through his short sandy hair and looking at the teacher with bored blue eyes. "When will this be over?" he mused to himself, and turned his attention back out the window. It was a cloudy day outside, and it looked like it was about to rain, according to the meteorologists who had been calling for such weather all week. Kouta was one of the rare humans who possessed massive amounts of reiatsu and was often hollow bait, and indeed, he had run into a few in the past, but always managed to get away from them somehow. It was scary knowing that something evil could pop up anywhere to try and consume your soul. "I wish I knew how to fight those things," he muttered.

Rangiku Matsumoto had been given a rather...special assignment by her Captain. She had been sent on a long-term assignment to the living world...posing as a High School student of all things...just to watch over some human. Still...this was no ordinary human...it was a rare one with a massive amount of spiritual pressure...and it was to be her job to protect him from Hollows. After all, it would be disastrous if a Hollow consumed that kind of power. Or worse yet, if the boy was killed and became a Hollow himself. No...that couldn't be allowed to happen...and so to prevent it she had been chosen to go and watch over him. Walking into the classroom in a school uniform, the boys of the classroom immediately stared at her, while girls looked on jealously. Matsumoto's blouse was half open, revealing much of her ample cleavage, and as usual she had foregone the restraints of an uncomfortable bra, so as she walked to take her seat her large breasts were bouncing slightly in her shirt. She immediately knew who the boy was, and ignored all others as she walked over to take a seat beside him before the lesson began, sitting between the boy and the window so she was fully in his vision whether he wanted her to be or not. She wasn't sure he'd know what she was...but if possible she was supposed to keep her status as a Shinigami a secret. She just needed to get friendly with him to make her job easier. "Well hello there, you look spaced. Something interesting out there?"

Zelman Clock just watched from the roof of his complex, enjoying the night's sky. He sat there for some time, contemplating what he could do today that would be entertaining, since he had just woken up. He knew that his assistant would be coming soon with the day's news, but to him, that was just boring. "Really, there is nothing that can be done tonight?" He sighed and let the flame in his hand die down before jumping off the roof and landing on the ground without a problem. "Well, I might as well go and see what's going on around the Special Zone and see if I can get involved in anything," he said to himself.

Mimiko Katsuragi, who was the compromiser for the entire special zone, was walking around trying to find Jiro. "Jiro! Where is he?" she asked herself. At least Sei had taken Kotaro for her. Soon enough, however, she found herself pinned against a wall by a group of new vampires to the Special Zone. She screamed, "Help Jiro, Zelman, anyone!" The guy who had his hand on her neck said, "Quiet, girl, or we won't have to kill you." All the thugs smiled. Mimiko closed her eyes, "Damn it, why me? Help anyone!" She began gasping for air as the man pressed down on her neck to choke her. "I said shut up," he growled, hitting her head against the brick wall behind her before taking his free hand and beginning to undo her shirt. "You gotta pay," he added.

Balto was the big hero he was looking forward to having puppies when his owner moved back to the States. His owner quickly found him a new home, but what that had in store for him he could never imagine. The house was big; the owner must have had some money to build it. He didn't know anything about them - how old they would be or what they would look like. Slowly, he emerged from the cage, sniffing around the house. He could smell meat roasting. Arf! Arf! He barked, knowing humans would never know what he was saying. The big dog watched the roasting meat with hungry eyes.

"Oh! He's here," the young woman said, coming up behind the dog. Almost silent, she moved. She looked young for someone who owned such a big house. And honestly, she lived there alone besides a few servants. Young Ki was an adult now, free to live on her own in her parents' mansion. She'd been in foster care most of her life, parents dying in a fire. Her only friend in the world happened to be her dog, Fido. And she and Fido had built an unnatural relationship... Ki smiled, lifting a hand to brush her blonde bangs out of her eyes as she looked down at him. "Smaller than I remember," she said with a little giggle, reaching down to pet him on top of the head before going into the kitchen to fetch him some pork that he seemed interested in. The little blonde was a bit under-dressed, wearing just her apron with nothing beneath it but her panties. She had always been an odd girl, and it was her house...

Evanthra sighed, looking off the side of the ship, and glanced up at the sky. The winds did not seem in their favor...and yet they were leaving. Was this trip really that important? Her pink eyes scanned the surface of the water for a moment before she ran a hand through her long black hair. Maybe she should have cut it before her journey started, but she loved the long locks. The only problem was it would probably be unbearably hot in Midgar during the summer. She turned back to the choppy water, making a face. Hopefully the gods would help them on their journey. She wasn't exactly looking forward to being on a wave-tossed boat for a day while they traveled to Junon. Of course, she was also hoping that she wouldn't somehow get thrown overboard. As the anchors were pulled up and the sail was opened, she made another face.

The days were starting to get boring for an immortal like Cloud... He was starting to want more than what they had... Yet he knew the only way such a thing could be done was if he went and did something about it. Some would describe his hair as quite outrageous, but his attitude towards things was another story altogether. But truth be told, he was starting to get lonely. The other gods were just not enough for him... As he wanted something more... Maybe even a human. In fact, he had already found someone of interest, but now it was just up to him to do something about it. Although his life was almost luxurious, he partially envied the humans. Sure, they lived and died, that was their cycle, but some of the things they got to do... Cloud and the others might be gods, but they just didn't experience things like those humans. He had decided that he would try to blend in and pretend to be one of those people. And well, Cloud had made sure that when he came down from his normal area, to be close to the one he was interested in, called Evanthra. Even now, he watched her as he looked at the boat the two of them and others would be boarding.

The only thing that Jill could think was that they had to stop Wesker, that they had to do it now. If they didn't, he would only go on to create more problems using Umbrella's Legacy as his tool. That is why she was willing to risk her life and as her and her partner, Chris Redfield, bore down upon Wesker after he had just killed Spencer in his home. Her form charged his and the next thing she knew, she and Wesker shattered the window and fell together off the very steep cliffside. Somewhere in the midst, she had lost consciousness but with the knowledge that she had stopped Wesker at last. At least, that is what she had thought. It was sometime later, she didn't know how long, that she regained consciousness. She felt horrible, sick even, and she was in some sort of holding cell. Her thoughts went back to Chris and to Wesker and she vaguely wondered if she were dead. Jill couldn't move, but could make out loud noises around her, voices, making out something about... a device? Jill wasn't able to dwell upon their words for long, because it was then that two men came into the cell and shot her up with a needle full of god knows what. She grew lightheaded, then dizzy, and proceeded to fall back into the blackness of drug-induced sleep. Little did she know that when she woke, she would have no control of who she was anymore, her last thought of her partner, Chris.

Unknown to Jill, she was on a ship. After she and Wesker fell from the cliffside, they had been washed out to sea. This was to Wesker's advantage, however, as with his inhuman strength, he dragged Jill unconscious body through a stormy sea until they reached his ship. Wesker had since been working with Tricell, who had given him this ship along with everything he needed for his trip to Kijuju. Once on board, he had Jill taken to the ship's lab to be fitted with an experimental device. Standing over Jill were two scientists dressed in surgical outfits who were busy fitting the device. They had stripped and washed her before they began to work on her. "Be careful with that," one of the scientists shouted at the other, who was being a bit careless with his work. "You saw what he did to Eric!" the scientist added, reminding his friend of the fate of one of their peers, whom accidentally destroyed part of the Las Plagas shipment. The man, Eric, was thrown around the room like a rag doll before suffering a devastating tumor to his chest thanks to a stomp from Wesker's boot. From the comfort of the ship's bridge, Wesker watched the surgery take place on a monitor. Around him, the ship's crew were busy going about their duties. Smiling sadistically, Wesker watched as the device was fitted to Jill's chest. The thought of the power he would have over her filled him with pleasure. "Soon, Jill, your body will be mine!" Wesker muttered to himself as he continued to watch the surgery take place. Soon though it was complete, and the scientists tidied up before leaving. Locking the door behind them just in case. As they left the room, Wesker entered. Making his way to the cell where Jill was, he stood at the window that looked in at her and awaited her to wake up.

An Alice in Wonderland role play featuring detox__ and Muffens-N-Kittens.

Cheshire stared at Alice. She knew what was beneath the dress; soft skin, perky nipples, and an overall lovely girl. It was time to show her new playmate her true form. Standing up on her hind two legs, Cheshire's body grew and stretched tall, growing curvy curves and nice sized breasts. Her butt was nicely shaped, her skin tanned with the pink stripped fur still existing on the sides of her legs, arms, and a long, silky tail hanging elegantly. She had long brown hair that was long, wavy, and very soft. She sat naked, her nipples and clit hanging out in the open. "Young child Alice, we shall engage in a round of jolly merriment and erotic tom-foolery with me, and thou shall enjoy every thrust of the sticky vines," Cheshire said, snapping her fingers and summoning a mass parade of tentacles came out of the forest. A tentacle flew towards Alice and constricted her. "Question one: If a cow laughs so hard then will milk come out its nose?" she asked, licking her lips playfully while she stared at Alice's chest.

Young Ashley Graham sat quietly by herself, the only sounds she made being weak whimpers as she tried to hold back tears due to the situation she was in. She had been kidnapped from her college and taken God knew where by these freaky men in cloaks who looked... stranger. Their faces just didn't look human anymore. Plus, their eyes almost seemed to glow red at times. She had no clue where she was, as she barely had any time to see her surroundings before the men just shoved her into this room and locked her in. She was alone and beyond terrified.

Roaming around the city were the once fair citizens of Plagas. Something had happened to them though, they were far from fair. As they walked around and moaned and groaned, they had smelled the girl's perfume and flesh. She smelled fresh, something that many of the Plagas could not say if they could speak. She was in the church, they knew that, but getting to her was matter at hand. How were they going to? One of them started to pound on the heavy church door. The pounding sound grew louder and louder in each passing minute. For now, these Plagas were not hungry, they wanted something else. They wanted the girl's body. The pounding grew louder still, but unlucky for Miss Graham, there was already a Plagas in the church. Once the minister of the church to the good people of Plagas, the man stumbled out of the shadows, still adorned in his minister gear. There was a steady stream of blood flowing from his mouth. Even God could not save him from this fate. With a roar, the thing charged her, with something besides feeding on his mind. As quickly as he had appeared, he had pinned her hands to the ground with his own, and was staring her down. The pounding seemed to stop as the minister snarled. This was not good for Miss Graham...

The roar of wheels could be heard, rolling down the pavement, this was his music since the battery in his only outlet of music ran out of energy. He wasn't complaining; it was indeed peaceful all things considering. He was moving out of the house he had spent all his life in to live with his father. Though he was eighteen and had all right to move out. He had no money or anything to move out with, so he was forced to turn to his father, whom he had not seen since he was young. All he knew was that his mother called him a crack scientist. Apparently, all of his works she said were useless. Yet nevertheless, he figured it would be interesting to live with him. After all, with him being a crack scientist, there would be a number of odd inventions he could find out how they worked. He himself, was a tinker, more into mechanical marvels than anything scientifically new. He enjoyed building helpful machines rather than boring old stuff. This fact is most likely what enticed his father to let him stay, so he could help him with his machines. This didn't bother him at all, as he would enjoy it. After all, he would be able to have the dogs there. Truly, he missed Mimi and Luna, for he hadn't seen them since he graduated. His mother had basically kicked him out while he was on vacation. Which was one thing that hurt but he saw it coming, after all, he wouldn't let go of his dogs. It was as he was deep in thought that his phone began to ring. 'Yo, Hiro-' was the only thing that was legible through out the conversation. It wasn't long before he pulled up to the shop his father worked at or rather owned. Pulling through the parking lot, he parked in the back, hopping out of the moving truck. "Who would think a crack scientist owned a bakery? Well, let's go see my girls." Hiro spoke, heading to the back door, unlocking it, heading in. He wasn't surprised that it was slightly messy in the back, with one staircase going up and another going down. He figured his dogs were upstairs, so he began heading up. "Mimi, Luna! I'm here, girls!" Hiro yelled wondering when he would hear the patter of paws. He was surprised at the size of the upstairs, which had two levels, he was on the first level, which should help. He slowly opened the door, unaware of what he would find.

It had truly been a long time since Hiro had even seen his father. Ever since the divorce, there had been many tensions between him and Hiro's mother. However, she had gotten tired of living with him and had quickly sent him off to live with his father, who certainly wasn't her favorite person in the world. Of course, his father was certainly an odd individual who had prided himself of being a scientist, perhaps not the most successful though. He had managed to get some odd experiments to work, but so far there was nothing worth commending. Upon hearing of Hiro coming to live with him, he had been at work once again. In a brief conversation with him, he had mentioned quite a surprise for him, though never went into any detail... His two dogs had been moved from his mother's house to his father's, as she wasn't fond of having to take care of them alone. After all, it was Hiro who was constantly looking over them and playing with them. Both were healthy females: Mimi, an energetic Border Collie, and Luna, and tough Siberian Husky. It had been a long time indeed since Hiro had seen them, and they would certainly be just as excited as he was to see them. Unknown to him however, this pair of canines had a major part in his father's experiments, but he had no way of knowing that quite yet. It would have to wait until Hiro had discovered it himself, and he would certainly be shocked. Nobody thought it would ever happened, but his father had really outdone himself this time. As he walked up the stairs calling for them, a few bumps could be heard on the door. If he listened carefully there seemed to be...voices? He hadn't heard anything about visitors. As the door swung open, there was a blur in front of him, and suddenly he could feel himself being pushed back onto the ground, followed by a few licks on his cheek. Certainly he could assume it was his faithful pets, but... "Welcome home Master! We missed you so much!" Sitting right on top of him was a girl, looking like around 17, but she had certain qualities that made her stand out. She had short black hair, with a bit of white at the tips, and what appeared to be a large pair of...dog ears on her head. If he looked behind her, he would see a bushy black tail, swishing wildly from side to side. The color of her hair seemed to match that of his Collie, Mimi. She was wearing only a white bra with a pair of matching panties. Her beautiful blue eyes stared down at Hiro, a bright smile on her face. "I'm so glad to see you again!" she said, again leaning in to lick at his cheek.

Buffy popped into the Magic Box for her afternoon sparring session with Giles. The chime sounded above the door, announcing her entrance, and she cast her gaze around the front of the shop as she shrugged off her ivory canvas jacket, revealing a strappy blue tank top. She tossed the jacket on the back of one of the chairs and looked around for her Watcher. She didn't see him, so it was possible he was already waiting for her or simply caught up in his books on the second level of the shop. Shrugging, she slipped behind the counter and pilfered a bottled water, sipping at it as she meandered casually into the back room. Setting the water aside, she slung a leg, clad in tight dark-wash jeans, up onto the pommel horse and began to have a bit of a stretch. Easing out the tension from her body was always soothing, and she lowered one leg and repeated the cycle with the other, feeling her lithe muscles stretch out and become more flexible with the stretches. The pommel horse having served its purpose for the moment, she bent forward and touched her toes, counting silently in her head. "Bllrgh," she picked the chain of her crucifix necklace from her mouth, it had a habit of getting in the way when she was stretching. Standing upright, she readjusted the chain on her neck with the clasp at the back and the charm centered above her cleavage. She slicked back her hair and fixed her ponytail, wandering around the room as she continued to stretch her arms, holding first one, then the other, behind her head. She was just wasting time now while she waited for Giles.

The man had barely gotten any sleep. All night long, he had stayed awake, mulling over certain ideas, certain concepts. Sure, it was true that he was a Watcher, and a damn good one at that, but he couldn't shake the feeling that it was all for naught. Something inside him yearned for him to be like he once was, in college, when he claimed to be one of the founders of Pink Floyd. There was nothing here for him. Defending this small town was all for nothing. The citizens would soon be dead anyway. The man put on a sweater, after getting out of bed, and headed downstairs. There was a new aura about him. He put his glasses on during the walk down and sighed as he got to the training room. The bags under his eyes were semi-obvious, though to notice them, you really had to be looking. "Well, are we ready?" He asked her with his usual British accent. He had something on his mind other than training that day. He had always wanted something more. He had always wanted Buffy to need him as he needed her. His hands were clasped together behind his back and he seemed limber enough, he needed no stretching. He had many tricks up his sleeve for this fight. With him, he had many artifacts. Including, a pair of almost unbreakable handcuffs, a blindfold, and even a gag, should he need to use it. The man kept his glasses on, and had the items stowed away on his person, unbeknownst to her. The man then looked at her and smiled. He would cut off the head, after Buffy, the rest should be easy. "Well... Shall we?" He said as he took his fighting stance. Something from Ancient Chinese arts, something he was well fascinated with. He would look for her to attack and disable her that way, maybe feed off her need for sex and affection. Something she couldn't have as the town's slayer. . .

It was their 6th year at Hogwarts, and Harry Potter, Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger were, like the rest of Gryffindor House, celebrating a hard won Quidditch victory in their first game of the season. Students from 1st year to 7th year were joining in with the celebrations, almost deafening music echoing all around, students dancing all over the place, some a little closer than others, while the Butterbeer, with a little added kick to celebrate the special occasion, was flowing freely. Some of the 1st years were already passed out, especially those who'd never had a drop of alcohol before, but the older students still seemed to be partying hard, and they were certainly showing no signs of stopping anytime soon. Even Hermione, who normally had little time for parties like this, was getting fully into the swing of things, gulping down a butterbeer, letting herself relax for once. With a laugh, she nearly slammed down her glass, refilling it before taking another sip, turning to head back to the dance floor, grabbing both Ron and Harry as she passed them, laughing and pulling them along with her. "Come on boys! Let's dance and have some fun!" It was clear that the butterbeer had gotten to Hermione, but then again, Ron didn't care. He liked Hermione this way, more carefree, not always quoting rules and trying to tell them why they shouldn't do something. With a laugh, Ron followed her out to the dance floor, beginning to join with her movements, though as the dancing progressed, and Hermione had a little more butterbeer, she seemed to be dancing a little closer to the two boys. As she moved, her ass would occasionally rub against their groin areas, turning to ensure both boys received the same treatment, though whether she was doing it on purpose or simply by accident, it was hard to tell....

It wasn't even eight o'clock yet, and Harry Potter was drunk -- not from alcohol, though, but from adrenaline and happiness. Gryffindor had won the first Quidditch match of season, and having totally obliterated Hufflepuff 240-30, the team was off to a marvelous start. Now the entire team, and truthfully, the whole House, was in the common room celebrating the victory in the best way they knew how: partying. The Gryffindor House was rather notorious for such things, and not all of the party games and activities were very school appropriate... They knew how to have a good time, and even McGonagall knew when to turn a blind eye to some of the festivities, as long as everybody cleaned up after themselves and they didn't do anything too crazy, such as set fire to the tapestries, or enchant the furniture and throw it out the windows so it would fly across the grounds, or send very crudely written 'love letters' to Professor Snape in the middle of the night. Harry couldn't stop grinning. After much insistence on Seamus' part, he took a shot of the Firewhiskey. He flinched and coughed as it burned its way down his throat. Eyes watering, he looked around, just in time to see Hermione passing him, as well as Ron, laughing and making their way to the spot in the middle of the room where a lot of people were dancing. Harry found himself laughing as well as they all danced together, and also found himself wondering where the night might lead... the way Hermione was grinding against him and Ron, he had a few ideas... "We should give you butterbeer more often, Hermione," Harry remarked with laughter. It was very rare to see Hermione this loose and uninhibited, just having fun instead of constantly worrying. Harry found that he quite enjoyed this side of her, but he loved every side of Hermione Granger. "I think the party might be starting to wind down," he added after a few moments. Indeed, there were less people dancing now, and it had quieted down somewhat. In fact, a lot of people were coupling off, either sneaking upstairs, or making out brazenly on the chairs and couches, some of them half-naked already. Harry gulped, and let his hands slip around Hermione's waist. "Do you reckon it might be time to turn in?" he asked, to no one in particular, and it was clear in his voice what he really meant.

Slowly moving through the trees, a tall slender tan-colored figure crept along as it searched for something to eat. Its gold and green eyes glimmered brightly in the afternoon sun that flitted through the treetops. The lopunny slowly hopped along an overgrown path through the woods in search of roots or berries to eat. She had both of her dainty small hands pressed close to her rather large chest. The lopunny sighed as she paused and looked around with a tiny frown upon her slightly pouty lips. She wasn't very good at hunting since she hadn't had to find food for herself since she was a very young pokegirl, back when she was still a bunary. That was before she evolved. Jewel, for that was the lopunny's name, was a beautiful pokegirl. She was tall and slender, standing at about 5'8" and weighing 120 lbs. Her figure was a little curvy with slender shoulders and a tiny waist that flared out into wider hips with long firm legs. Her legs were a little muscular and firm, showing off the amazing strength she had. At the end of her legs she had tiny feet. The pokegirls fur was a silky chocolate brown, but her front from her nose all the way down to between her legs back to near her tail was a cream color. Her calves and feet were the same color, as well as the lower half of her ears and the fluffy fur around her wrists. She had a fluffy tail right above her perky tight round ass. Her eyes were big with long eyelashes framing the forest green and golden orbs and she had a cute little pink nose that wrinkled slightly when ever she smiled. As she thought of her owner, her floppy ears moved to cover her eyes a little before she shook her head and pushed all the thoughts of her past out of her mind. They were depressing thoughts and she didn't want to think about it at the moment. So she lifted her cute little nose into the air and sniffed before smiling when she caught the scent of some berries. Smiling a little wider, she moved in the direction that she could smell them from and spotted a bush with the berries. Moving over to it, she began picking and eating the fruit.

Not too far away from the berries the Lopunny had spied, a young man lay on a bed of leaves, one leg crossed over his other leg, bent as it was, his foot swaying idly through the air. Halloway Michaels, something of a starting trainer, had clear blue eyes focused on the sky high above, of a similar shade of blue. He'd only recently started his journey, and had only one pokegirl; a flat-chested Rattata he got from his older brother. Unlike well, most pokegirls, this one wasnt very attractive at all, but she was wild, and surprisingly strong. Perfect for capturing weaker, prettier pokegirls. The purple-furred Tina sat with her legs crossed several feet from her master, Halloway. He stood at a rather impressive 62, with dirty blonde hair that framed a handsome tan face. His strong chest and wide shoulders were covered with a somewhat tight black shirt, over which he wore a dull green jacket with the sleeves rolled up. He wore jeans and a pair of hiking boots besides, and his leather bag lay below his head, though the stuff he had in- his bag didnt make for a good pillow. As Tina stood up and with her keen nose became aware of the nearby Lopunny, she knelt down. Master, she whispered, and Halloway pushed himself into a sitting position. Yeah, Tina? he asked, brushing his rear off as he stood up. Tina pointed, and a wide grin spread over Halloways face as he caught sight of Jewel. She was a 10 by any scale, with such a hot, tight little body. Halloway reached into his bag for the necessary pokeball to catch this wonderful little prize. Tina, tackle, he said, and with Halloway grinning the entire time, Tina launched herself at Jewel. The thin, strong pokegirl caught Jewel around the waist in mid-leap, landing with her in a heap on the berry bush. The ripe berries, thick and red, burst on impact, covering the two girls with the sweet juices of the berries. Feeling himself already start to harden, he threw the pokeball at Jewel, the ball cracking open on contact, red energy covering her furred body, before it coalesced into a bright pink collar around her neck. Unlike normal pokemon, the pokegirls couldnt be confined to a pokeball; instead, it formed a collar on them, which still declared them as property of a trainer.

It was late at night and Ava found it difficult to sleep. Every since she laid down at around 9pm, well, she couldn't seem to find a comfortable spot. Not to mention her mind was filled with so many memories of the past few days. Mostly, it started out so simple. She came into the sterile room where marines had restrained a half dazed #24. The drugs used on the young Xenomorph would surely wear off in a few moments, but it was enough time to strap the female to a familiar steel table and leave her completely exposed to Ava's poking and prodding. Things had become so innocent and logical. Testing the female's reaction to pain and other stimulation. Slowly working the young female over until finally they had gotten to a point where they noticed just how human this one was becoming. Her genitalia was similar to that of the human female. It swelled when aroused and became slick with a strange substance. At first, they thought it might be as corrosive as the xeno's blood, but no. It was moist and sticky. Things progressed drastically after that... From teasing and toying to actual sexual stimulation. Coaxing an orgasm from the animal until finally they received a sample of her fluids. It was tested to see if there were any toxic agents within. None. If anything, there seemed to be something that encouraged sexual chemicals to be released. Almost as though the creature was built to coax it's lover to want it more and more. It had been tested on Ava. She tasted the sample and felt a warm tingle within her. Nothing strange or different, but she spent the night aching for something, anything... Now, Ava lay awake and all she could think about was #24 in her confinement. It seemed unfair. To have such a beautiful creature secreted away like that. #24 deserved better. She wasn't like the other Xenomorphs they kept under lock and key. She certainly wasn't like the Queen that had spawned her. #24 was a rare, beautiful gem among scientific discoveries. It was also speculated that #24 might be able to breed like her mother. That #24 wasn't a mindless drone, but a young queen herself. Those were the thoughts that killed Ava's mind as she got out of bed and redressed herself in what she wore that day. Shrugging on her lab coat and grabbing her identification, she made her way down to the ship's hull where they kept the different subjects separated. Probably one of the most dangerous places to be, but she didn't care. She needed to see #24 again. If only to talk to the creature. Ha. Think about it... a human... wanted to talk to a Xenomorph. Was there anything more ridiculous then that? Then again, Ava suspected that #24 was learning and understood more then most of them knew. "At ease, Soldier", she breathes. Holding up her tag, she flashes a stiff smile. "I'm merely here to check in on the subject." "We didn't receive any orders of a late night visit, Dr. Bradley." The soldier, an older man in his mid-30s to early-40s regards her with some amount of suspicion. "Yes, well, I'm the doctor here, aren't I? And that's my project in there. Let me through so I can check on it." Yes, she has to keep her voice neutral almost cool. #24 couldn't be anything to her other then some creature they were studying. "Are you going to let me pass or will I have to contact your superior and tell him that we have a problem?" A frown touches the older man's lips. He obviously doesn't care for the doctors. Still, he lets her pass, but not before asking Ava if she needs the subject restrained first. "No, I've been working with this one and we have an understanding." That gives the make a moment to look confused before Ava brushes past him. All it takes after that are a few pass codes, another conversation with another guard detail and then she stands in front of #24's room. With a slow breath, she starts punching in the numbers. This is dangerous. Going into a room with an unrestrained Xenomorph. There's a chance that #24 had been drugged for the evening, but Ava has no clue. Once the door slides open, she steps inside. "Twenty-four?", she calls out softly, hoping her voice would sound familiar to the creature. "Are you awake, girl?"

While there was still some debate among the scientists on whether or not the Xenomorphs actually needed things like sleep, for what those arguments were worth, Xenomorph Specimen #24 was still fully active when the good Doctor accessed the blast door separating her isolation cell from the rest of the facility. Alerted already by the sounds of the locks disengaging, the hybrid Xenomorph had scurried up the walls of her isolation cell, easily blending in with the dark-colored resin she had been creating ever since she had finished maturing. Already, the room and its atmosphere strongly resembled that of a Nest. She had been learning at an advanced rate when compared to her brethren, a combination of the communal Hive intelligence between them, and her own advanced nature. It was through her that most of the Xenomorphs knew of where they were, and where the prey was. She knew to stay away from the doors, to draw the humans into her domain. She had covered the vents that emitted the gas that sedated her with her resin, making it a much more difficult task of retrieving her. As the door growled open - a sound that she just as much felt as heard - she felt the wash of cooler air as it stabbed into the more humid and warm atmosphere her kind favored, carrying with it the scent of two humans - one unknown male and one familiar female. Curiosity. The sound that the female made, as well as her unique scent, instantly gave #24 the exact location she was standing at. She slithered across the ceiling, silent death packed into her jet-black frame. Had she not been so intrigued, she could have killed the two of them before they were ever aware of her presence. She let out a threatening hiss that was quickly absorbed by the room, before dropping down in front of the open door, landing perfectly. Her human-like body quivered, her attention focused not on the woman, but the panicking guard with the object in his hands. She could smell his terror, instincts drove her. Danger. Threat. Kill. Inside her mind, the other Xenomorphs were also screaming for blood, she had a clear path of escape. Free them, make a Hive, spread. And for a ponderous moment she almost struck out at the pair. Gradually though, she turned her attention to the female. #24 knew her scent, the specific sound her voice made, her image. She studied the human female with a dark curiosity that much of her species lacked, rushed images of memory stirring about in her mind. Prey? Distorted fragments of memory, the woman. White space, cold against her, warm within. Unknown feelings stimulating every nerve ending. The woman. Soft touches, something inside. Trembling. Soft sounds. Pure, enrapturing whiteness. The woman. Ally. Cocking her head slightly, she let out a soft hiss and seemed to relax, despite the enraged shrieks of the other Xenomorphs drifting in her mind. Once again, she proved her abnormality by purposely shutting out their presence, functioning independently from the Hive Mind?her own being. Despite the fact that she beat the human in height by nearly two feet, she crouched down to be almost at an eye level with her, her whip-like tail lowering in a more subdued manner. But it was that same tail that was an ever present reminder to the guard of the danger that he was staring at. Was the woman mad? She had willingly opened an isolation cell containing an unsedated specimen! He had been part of the USCM for several years before Weyland-Yutani had hired him to protect their twisted little pet projects. He had seen combat on dozens of worlds during his career, and yet these creatures made him want to piss his pants. And yet this woman, completely unarmed, without even as much as a bulletproof vest, was standing less than five feet from one. He gripped the M41A a little bit tighter, taking a step backwards, if only to be just one step farther away from this killing machine and the crazed woman who had released her. Why weren't they dead yet? Movement! #24 let out a shrieking hiss, her attention snapping completely back on the guard, her bladed tail whipping angrily as saliva drooled from her lips, rising back up to her full height of nearly eight feet. The panicked guard whipped the pulse rifle at the poised Xenomorph, his grim face almost sheet white. He could feel a warm stain spreading across the front of his combat fatigues. #24 trembled, every muscle in her body taut and ready to lunge, tear the human apart, but the woman stood in her way. She could not harm her. Fighting against generations of instinct, she hissed dejectedly, but withdrew, lowering her form and almost sulking back into the depths of her cell.

Fred Weasley grinned slightly as he examined his latest, perhaps greatest, creation. At first glance, it looked like a harmless little candy. At first taste, it even tasted like a harmless little candy. But this was most certainly no ordinary candy, and this was certainly not something that Fred would be suggesting to his twin that they put up for sale. Well...perhaps not immediately anyway. There was still one last thing left to do...test it. And Fred had the perfect subject in mind, his twin brother George. With a wicked grin, the 15-year-old turned to leave, heading out towards the Gryffindor bathrooms. George had gone to take a bath, and Fred was on his way to join him. "Hey!" Fred grinned as he entered the large bathroom, closing and almost invisibly locking the door behind him. George was the only one in the bathroom at the time, and they would need some privacy for this. "Here, made something for you to try," Fred tossed the candy at his twin brother, knowing few, if any, questions would be asked as to what it was. "It's a new candy flavour I came up with, give it a try." Of course, what Fred wasn't saying was that the candy was actually a new, incredibly potent aphrodisiac. Within minutes, if not sooner, of eating it, the eater would begin to feel intense, almost painful arousal, and it would become easy to manipulate them. And Fred had such plans to manipulate George....oh, he was going to have some fun tonight....

George grinned at his mirror image, "Took you long enough." He said as he caught the candy with a wet hand and unwrapped it, giving it a light sniff. "So what's it do?" He asked before innocently slipping it between his lips. The candy was sweet and faintly warm from whatever enchantment it held, and he swallowed it. He waited a moment, and nothing happened. "I think it's a dud," he said with a shrug, glancing up at his brother again. "Are you going to bathe too?" He asked, having noticed the locked door. "Why lock it? It's not like anyone's going to watch." He sunk under the water and pushed his flaming red hair back as he came up, his gaze moving back to his brother as he felt something stir in his lower stomach almost as if... He trailed a hand lower, the touch more pleasurable than it should have been against his slowly hardening length. He moved closer t the wall, hoping Fred wouldn't notice. He'd never hear the end of it otherwise. Of course, it occured to him briefly that the candy may have caused it, but that had never been a side affect before, and he couldn't see why his brother would make such a thing, much less try it out on his twin. The need grew stronger, what could he do? If he got out of the water Fred would notice. if he did anything to solve the... er.. 'growing' problem, he'd be too obvious, and if he stayed there... His fingertips brushed skin again, "Ah..." He couldn't hold in the small gasp. "Fred... what was... what was in that candy? I don't think it's supposed to have this kind of reaction..." he said, a blush spreading over his face and ears.

"Almost time..." Thunderbolt thought to himself as he stood in his room, looking out over the city below. He was an older man, once a hero, but he'd split off and started his own group... taking his dark secret with him. The secret of having raped a villain named Jynx years ago, one that had produced a daughter, who was now all grown up and part of his new group. One that looked so much like her mother... one with whom he had sex constantly. Not like she seemed to mind; he always brought her to climax and she always begged for it.

The girl Thunderbolt had sired, his dark little secret was named Clover, for her extraordinary luck. But despite her own luck, she was a bit of a klutz, and many called her Jinx Jr., both for the way she dressed and the misfortune she often unintentionally brought on those around her. As Clover arrived at her father's door, she wiped her tears on her sleeve. The sessions may have been secretly enjoyable, but she hated them all the same, a constant reminder to the petite 16-year-old of who she was and why she could never have a normal life. Father had drilled that into her long ago.

It was a boring, uneventful sort of day. The sun was high up above, shining down brilliantly, shimmering off the waxy surface of the tall grass and waters of the cool lake. A few bird Pokemon could be heard chirping and chittering rather happily in the trees, but there were no figures visible, only sounds heard. The clouds overhead moved lazily through the tall leafy canopy, as if nature itself had decided to relax and come to an almost complete standstill, though one might expect an explosion of sorts to suddenly tear through the air and break the silence. Nothing of the sort happened unfortunately. The only movement came from a trainer and his partner, a Jolteon male. Both shared the same gleaming green stare, though the trainer was dressed while the Jolteon seemed to enjoy letting his rather menacing-looking spikes keep him covered and looking less exposed, though of course he was exposed to the elements. The blond boy sighed. His Pokemon partner followed suit. "Not a single trainer, Pokemon or battle all day long," the boy complained as he slumped, dropping his pack down on the ground to kneel over the small crystal clear water to splash his face. "I know," his Jolteon, who like his trainer seemed to share the same lust for excitement and action, said. "Nothing at all... today is boring and dull." He sent arcs of electricity surging through his spiked mane, which did well to cover his features. "I know," the boy said, seeming almost cautious in speaking with his disgruntled Pokemon. "We still have a few days till we get to the next town, so we have plenty of time to run into something to do before a gym battle," he said, which seemed to calm the Jolteon down just a bit, but only a bit.

Oddly enough, the same could be said about the day of another sort of plane, another universe of existence, a parallel one. A somewhat boring, uneventful day seemed to be in store for a young hedgehoggirl as well, as she sat underneath a tree, close to Emerald Hill. Lately, things around here had been quiet, peaceful, calm...which to some was nice, but the girl actually found it all rather boring. Generally, when one grows up in a world which is almost constantly under attack by a disgruntled fat man and his creations, you tend to get used to always being active. Being the sort to always enjoy being out and about, Canta had been spending her day just relaxing, trying to get used to it...and failing terribly. "Dammit...I know I shouldn't be hoping for an attack or something, but why can't something happen today?" As she spoke to herself, eyes closed, her ear twitched lightly, sliding open an emerald orb, glancing past her red streaked pink hair, as her scarf began to blow in an upcoming wind. "What...?" Suddenly, the wind started picking up, forming what looked like a tornado or vortex about twenty feet from her, starting to force anything not nailed down to come closer, Canta included. Springing to her feet, she started to drag her booted feet into the grass, trying to pick up speed in the other direction. While not every hedgehog was gifted with the speed of light or sound, she was no slouch...but this close, without any warning to run, she didn't have much of a chance. Letting out a yell, she was lifted off her feet and tossed about, before blacking out. A flash or two of thunder could be heard above the trainer and his Jolteon, as the wind tunnel seemed to form high above the tree, spitting something out of it, as it came falling through the tree, then splashing down near the bank of the little lake. It was Canta, the hedgehog, passed out, hair a mess, shirt pushed up near her chest, and skirt tussled around, with her scarf and arm-sock glove looking close to falling off.

The sensors set the door to shut behind them, and with the door's sound came the culmination of the day's surreal feel. It was like a period at the end of a sentence, a sentence Anakin had been crucial in crafting, yet even now was unsure of its necessity. It bore a degree of gravity, though, a very real degree; an undeniable swan song of what they once were, and could never be again. The Imperial Senate had been slain on Coruscant only two days prior, as had the Jedi Council, his own brethren, and all by his hands... Wincing his eyes shut as all that had occurred really settled into his mind, lingering just inside the door of the royal chamber he and his wife would share for the evening, Anakin swallowed down the lump in his throat, swallowing it all the way to the pit of his stomach. He reached out to press his palm against the scanner beside the door. With a few soft beeps and a simple word, "Lock," that was it. The day of fear-inspired parades and speeches of a new future had officially drawn to a close with the shutting of their bedroom door. In the wake of all the bloodshed his wife had emerged to an imperial throne as Empress, and he her very capable right hand. Had it been right? Anakin's touch lingered against the scanner, almost leaning against it, his shoulders bearing a slight slump and his head in a defeated bow. Padme had urged him one direction and Palpatine - Sidious - another. Both wanted killing. Both wanted the murders he'd been driven to, rounding up those capable of standing against him and cutting through them with a brilliant, unwavering blade. Sidious' desires had been for domination, to rule, with Anakin as his second and one day heir. Padme... Padme wanted peace, didn't she? Take out the corrupt. Take out those who would protect the corrupt. That left only she and him to rule as the people needed to be, didn't it? It was the same exact thing as Sidious had wanted, sameexact, he knew, staging a violent coup to then be the one on top, just presented in a prettier package. But she was his wife, and his... owner. Her sweet words held a seductive sway over him, like a siren of the sea, willing him to a desire for everything she was. Yet had she not purchased him like a commodity from Watto when he was a young boy, Anakin knew he would always be drawn to her regardless. And what of his master, Obi-Wan? The sorrow in the Jedi's face had cut Anakin deep, though not nearly as deep as he'd likely cut his teacher. Whether or not Obi-Wan had any clue what drove Anakin to the murders, whether or not he'd noticed, truly noticed the darkness taken root and growing within him for years now, the former Padawan could not be sure. He knew only that the Jedi Master had not slain him when he'd had the chance - nor had Anakin slain him either. Both hesitated. Clashes of their deadly blades had come without recourse, but each time the opportunity of an ending blow surfaced, neither took it. Perhaps... perhaps each had, once or twice, left themselves open in hope that the other would simply end their pain. Sidious had been a different story. The man had been dark. Vile. Worse than those he wished to replace. Sidious had been a tool for Anakin to hone the fermenting pain he'd otherwise been unsure of how to handle. Sidious had taught him much, though was never considered a teacher. Like the rest in his rampage, Anakin cut him down. The only difference was that Sidious, in his death, was revealed to be a Sith Lord, and so the murders that were committed were all put upon him, a corpse whose sentence had already been carried out. Anakin Skywalker was the hero that slew the evil menace, though regretfully arrived too late to stop the carnage. Obi-Wan knew the truth, however. He was the last, and in time Anakin would search him out, but for now... For now Senator Padme Amidala had emerged as the only potential leader left. Her coronation took place near instantly, followed by a day of speeches, an afternoon of parades, and an evening so full of feasting and revelry one could easily forget there had been any deaths to begin with. But now... now Anakin was alone with his thoughts. Alone, with his wife. His owner. His mistress, and his love. The Jedi's palm lingered against the scanner as he remained there in thought. A confrontation with Obi-Wan was inevitable, whether the man sought to expose the truth or not. The potential was there, and he knew his keeper would order the man to be found, feelings aside. Would he need to atone when that time came? Or steel himself, steel what he had done and follow this course to the end, right or wrong? ...It didn't matter. He was allowed his opinions, he was allowed his thoughts, but when it came down to it Anakin Skywalker was not allowed his will. Empress Padme Amidala, formerly of Naboo and now of everything within billions of light years of reach, was the controller of his conscience. As much as he hated to think about it, at the same time he loved it. And he hated that truth more than anything. Yet he loved her too much to ever want it to change. "We've had a big day," he finally said after a solid minute, relaxing his stance but otherwise not moving. "I'm... tired. As you must be too." Hopefully she wouldn't have the energy for it tonight. Hopefully she would. Finally turning, dressed in loose white Jedi robes with a formal red and gold design for the day's grand occasion, Anakin spoke as he approached their evening's bed, his eyes moving anywhere but to her own. "It'll be even bigger tomorrow. Coruscant's fleet is prepared as you asked to take us to a number of important planets so we may firmly establish your rule. We need only to pack, and to board in the morning when we are ready."

There was a saying: "I am honored, humbled, even ..." Absolute power corrupts absolutely. "I will bring forth peace and prosperity for all ..." Was it true? "In the wake of what turned out to be a tragically avoidable massacre, we will emerge stronger than ever ..." Was it really impossible for a single person to rule justly? "With the Imperial Senate dissolved, we shall wash our hands of it's corruption and inefficiency ..." Could such power be safely vested in one former Senator? "Together we shall embark on a new era-- the era of the first Galactic Empire ..." Was this no more than a glorified dictatorship? "I promise, I will not lead you astray ..." Did promises mean anything anymore? Such questions and more were ample food for thought, but none dared to speak out loud. Padme Amidala was named Empress in a smothering silence. There was scarcely a heavy breath amongst the entire audience. When at last the coronation was complete, the applause was at first hesitant, as though her constituents were unsure whether or not such a thing would be acceptable - but eventually the applause turned thunderous and the cheers roaring. In such elation it was easy to forget those hard-hitting questions. It was easy to celebrate and revere the Empress' success, to trust her and feel hopeful despite the carnage of the past several days. A new era, indeed. And while Empress Amidala may have overwhelming support on Coruscant, that wasn't enough for her. In the next few weeks she would campaign nonstop until she had the unanimous 'vote' of the most vital sectors in the Imperial Core: Illodia, Alderaan, Corellia, Brentaal IV, and Humbarine, which would be the most difficult to win over of all. As if the galaxy had any choice but to accept her anyway. That was true, but Padme knew that if she could give speeches, organize parades or throw banquets, if she could only capture their ear for a moment or two, that she'd have them hooked. That was how politics worked. You had to gain the people's support, but you had to make them think that it was their idea. Padme was confident. It was easy to love her. Her physical beauty alone lent itself well to adoration, even worship. That coupled with her intelligence, her charm, her grace and strength and humility made her the perfect candidate in every sense. One gentle smile, one squeeze of the shoulder, one warm, inviting glance was all it ever took to draw them in. Her way with words took care of the rest. It came naturally to her, the words pouring from her lips like a deadly lullaby which lulled her subjects into a coma of obedience and faithfulness whether they liked it or not. And there was none so obedient and faithful than her dear husband. Sweet Anakin. He would do anything she asked and more. She could look into his eyes and make the most horrific requests and know that he would carry out every abominable task without question or complaint; though she could see in his own eyes how he broke a little bit each time. Padme would always be there when he came crawling back. And every time she would pick up the shattered pieces and recast them into something sturdier and more menacing than before. The Anakin she had met all those years ago on Tatooine was long gone, and in his place was a new man of Padme's own creation, a strong and dutiful soldier molded from the pliable clay of death and chaos and destruction. Padme heard the door swish open. She saw Anakin's reflection in the corner of her mirror, his tall, broad body lingering near the door like an uncertain boy half his age. She grew a little tired of it sometimes, when he was like this. As if she couldn't sense his complacency, his sadness and confusion which mostly boiled down to a rather dark and primitive fury. But she said nothing, made no biting remark or insult, barked no order at him. She waited until he spoke first. When he did, Padme, perched on a comfortable chair in front of vanity, turned to face him. She offered him a kind, but knowing, smile. So it would be this game again. He too "tired", and she having to coax him into it, to draw him forth (sometimes sweetly, sometimes brutally) from his denial and into the throes of undeniable passion. Try as he might, there was no escaping it - and perhaps even worse, there was no escape from the fact that he always,alwaysloved every second of it. "Tired?" she repeated, as she stood up to meet him at the foot of the bed. The silky ivory fabric of her night gown pooled at her feet, and draped over her body loosely, yet was just sheer enough to reveal a tease of the curves and softness that lay beneath. With her hair freed from elaborate the elaborate headdresses of the day, and laying in relaxed curls across her shoulders, she looked almost like a goddess. Anakin, I can't feel anything but thrilled... I'd thought-- I'dhopedthat you would feel the same. Today was a monumental event, a true milestone for the future of the galaxy." She reached up and cupped his cheek in her small hand and turned his head, forcing him to look at her directly. "While I'm sure being on your feet all afternoon was tiring," and there it was, the sting that cut through the honey of her voice to strip his defenses, "the day is not quite over yet." Padme smiled a little, again, and slipped her hand to the nape of his neck, where slender fingers twisted in sandy brown hair and pulled, hard, yanking his head back. She kissed the exposed column of his throat, almost affectionately, and then whispered into his ear, "You forget; sleep, especially in my bed, is a luxury that you must earn." She released his hair and ran her hand down his chest now, where she could feel the rapid thud of his heart, which was already beginning to race. She smirked. "Tell me, Anakin, just how tired are you? What might you be willing to do for the pleasure of sleeping beside me?"

His mother had always said that when the world goes to shit, keep up a hobby. Eoin kept plants, and by God, he kept them well. His little garden down in his lab-turned-home was sort of like a barometer for the condition of the world, an inverse relation between the beauty and majesty of those little ordered plants (all named and numbered, of course, in his tiny, neat writing) and the hell the outside world had become. The more work Frank had him do, the better he took care of the plants. Sometimes he mixed the two, work and home: people made a fantastic mulch. Tending his plants gave him a sort of peace that he could only now find in what had become personal experiments. He was a geologist, but the work Frankie had him on was completely unrelated to the untrained eye. To him, it was just his subject fast forwarded: a little pressure here, the meeting of two unmovable forces, some heat, wait a bit and people, societies were just like rocks. His job was to find where to place the TNT. He was good at that. Damn good. Sometimes, when he'd done particularly well, Fra No, Atlas was what he went by these days, but either way, he was still the same handsome, charming man - sometimes he sent flowers and a little handwritten note with promises, sweet words and apologies for leaving him alone. At forty-three-goddamned years old, he couldn't help but melt like ice dropped in a hot cup of coffee. In the beginning, his lab assistants, mostly women but all aware that he was an old fruit, would tease him fondly when he tucked away a new note into his breast pocket. They'd always go out for drinks afterwards, and the lanky Irishman, prim and proper and oh so very much the professor, would buy them all a few rounds, handsome face going as red as his hair as the night went on. They'd all stumble back to their own places or, if the need arose, to someone else's, stupid smiles on their faces as they bid each other good night. No one smiled at him anymore. And instead of laughter, all he ever heard was the thump-thump-thump of a wrench as some poor sod tried to get into the lab, or perhaps the long screech of one of those hooked madmen. If he did hear laughing that was even worse: the only people that managed a good guffaw these days were completely rotted out in their brains. When he went out, he heard gunshots. No one messed with him, of course: he was Atlas' man, easily recognizable since he no longer had to hide it. And if some of Ryan's dogs came for him, well, he had access to more body guards than anyone other than Ryan himself. Atlas, after all, was too valuable to go out, so little ol' Eoin did it. In the beginning, it had bothered him; but this was the right thing to do, right? Ryan was the one that hated charity and all, and Frank had seen the widening gap between the haves and the have nots and set out to fix it. Oh, sure, some of the methods were questionable, but wasn't these days? If you could get bread in the mouths of hungry kids, what did it matter that a few two-bit wannabe mobsters ended up shot full of lead in the streets? And Frank spoke so gently to him, never called him names nor bit him with words; Eoin couldn't believe half the things they said about what the man did. No, Frank was a good sort, and once this all settled down, Rapture would be better for it. Some days, if he spent enough time with his plants, he actually believed that lie, and that was enough to keep him jumping at the short wave radio as it crackled to life. He had to go set another charge in another crack in the unmovable wall that was Andrew Ryan. Because Eoin Griffiths knew that if you set enough and found the right spots, you could bring down any mountain. It was just a matter of time and pressure.

Dr. Winston felt unwell. It was the noise - he was sure he would be fine without it, but it pounded into his head in a way that made his vision pulsate and left him sitting with his face in his hands because moving made him feel sick to his stomach. The noise - he had no idea what it was - came from the other side of the door, and it had been going on for days or weeks, he couldn't tell anymore. He had work to do, didn't they know that? But they just kept making noise, causing a racket just on the other side of the door. He'd lost track of how long it had been since he'd had peace and quiet. He had to finish his work; people were relying on him to finish it, needed it done faster, needed it done yesterday. But he'd lost his last assistant not so long ago, and he had no idea where she had gone to either. It occurred to him that there used to be other people in the lab too, but they were gone as well, he just couldn't quite remember where they'd gone to. He just knew they were gone. But that wasn't important right now. What was important was finishing his work. He just needed some quiet. He just needed a little peace so he could finish up, that was all. If he could have that, then he could get it done; it was important after all. As he walked around the stainless steel table, the heel of his boot dragged through a thick, congealing pool of blood and smeared across the otherwise pristine white floor. Kevin wasn't entirely sure what to do; he hadn't even really made the decision to move to Rapture, he'd just thought it sounded nice and he'd gone because his brother would be there, but he had been a little strange lately and hadn't come around since New Year's - that was nearly two weeks ago - and that meant that Kevin would have to decide what to do on his own. He picked his brain for the solution and discovered it wasn't coming easily to him because, really, this wasn't something he'd had to think about before. He'd managed to bar his front door shut using a tea trolley, but the wild thrashing on the other side didn't seem to be dying down; it had been happening a lot lately, but they usually gave up after a few minutes - this one had kept on for nearing an hour now, and it was making him think he might actually have to do something about it. Rapture had gone funny lately, and since New Year's people had begun to act strangely - it had started off small, reports of violent attacks within the city. It happened sometimes, even in a place like Rapture, but after a day or two the reports had become more frequent until they had stopped coming altogether and now the radio would only play smooth jazz and had stopped giving any news at all. Initially, Kevin had thought this might be a good sign; maybe there was just nothing to report, but he became certain something was off around the time people had started trying to knife his door open. They screamed, too; not a normal sort of scream either - it was a piercing shriek and usually they were talking, but it was a lot of nonsense and they kept trying to get in. Generally he would just turn up the radio and wait for them to go away like unwanted Jehovah's witnesses, and usually it worked, but this one was very persistent and Kevin was sitting on the floor in front of the tea trolley trying to figure out what he should do about it. He reached up and plucked a stale sugar cookie from the tray above him and quietly chewed on it; he didn't want to go out there - that was pretty clear. Of course, he couldn't stay in his living room forever either - eventually he would need to leave. He'd stopped worrying about getting to work; he was sure that his excuse was a legitimate one - people were constantly trying to get into his home with sharp things. Not just one person, either, it was all different ones and it was just good carpentry that had kept them out. There was another of those piercing shrieks and the trolley rattled against Kevin's back so hard that he peered over the edge of it and found the end of what appeared to be a glaive sticking through his door, the tip roughly an inch from his own eye. Kevin swallowed the bit of cookie as the blade was wrenched from the other side and pulled back out; over the weeks, the door had started to splinter in places, and now there was a sizeable hole that he could see through and out the other side - and he found a bloodshot eye looking back at him through it. "Please go away," Kevin whined, leaning against the trolley as the pounding on the door began again, and the eye was gone, so he could only assume the person on the other side was throwing herself against it. Alright, maybe being polite wasn't the solution, "I really - um, if you're trying to sell something, this is honestly getting ridiculous. Do you have a manager? I might need to speak to him." He was answered with a series of incoherent shrieks, more pounding; the door splintered, "Look, you sound like a reasonable person," he lied loudly, trying to make himself heard over the uncontrolled screaming, "Can't we just talk this over? In fact, we don't even need to talk - you could just stop trying to knock my door down and go away, and this will be solved. I'll even deal with the damage myself - I can fix it, no problem. Really." The pounding stopped. The noise stopped. Everything stopped except for Kevin's breathing and he stood there for a long moment, stone still, listening for anything - there was nothing. He let out a breath of relief - only slightly too soon, because then there was hammering and the sound of metal on metal. He barely had time to think because the door was suddenly gone, and all that was standing between him and the crazed woman was the flimsy cart and a tray of cookies; she was short and squat, middle-aged, dressed in a blood-stained purple frock, and her eyes were rolling around in their sockets without any real purpose. And she was very heavy, Kevin discovered as he tried to keep her away from his throat; he didn't want to fight. He didn't want to hurt anyone. She was strong though; too strong. He knew he should have been able to hold her off of him physically, but the power she was exerting was tremendous, and he ended up reaching for anything he could get a hold of - which turned out to be a stainless steel serving tray - and cracked her across the head with it until she stopped trying to kill him. And unfortunately, that didn't happen until there was a lot of blood everywhere, and Kevin stood clutching the badly dented tray over his head, ready to strike again if the need arose, but it finally registered that there wasn't much left to hit. "Oh god." he said. This was why he didn't usually make decisions.

"Gah, where could they be?" Mikura asked herself, getting increasingly frustrated that the would-be killer she was chasing seemed to have gotten away. She was currently searching for the assassin in a dank, dark abandoned parking garage. She was determined to catch this person, but she didn't realize that the assassin had led her into an ambush - one where she was alone and couldn't call for backup.

Suddenly, Mezzo would hear the doors of the garage slide shut and lock one by one. Soon she was in complete and utter darkness... however that all changed when a large single light bulb switched on at the top of the garage, showing the area she was standing in. Then she heard a chuckle... and a woman with short blue hair and an eye patch came out. She was dressed in a blue and white maids outfit and wore blue gloves with studs and large fighting boots. If the description of the assailant didn't give her away, the blood on her outfit sure did. "'My oh my,'" said the spider to the fly," she chuckled. "'Stupid, stupid...stupid.' You fell right into my trap. Secluded warehouse... no one to hear for miles and miles... and you came alone. Only us and my other girls... and all the exits are blocked. Now... this is where you beg for fucking mercy... like the useless piece of shit you are!" She laughed. "You can start begging... NOW!"

The wind whipped over the cliffs and crags of the rocky shore; driving sea spray and long-winged gulls ahead of it. It blew hale and hearty over forest and hill, rushing at last past the pennants snapping high on the towers of Tintagel Castle. The banner that flew highest was one not seen in many years; the Pendragon, rampant and in glory. Beneath it danced a simpler banner of white with a red cross. The stones of the great caste had seemed to shine all the brighter since the dragon and the cross were hoisted up together; proclaiming something far grander than even the dragon alone had once meant. Word, faster than even the speeding zephyr, had spread. The sword of Uther had been pulled from the stone, the Pendragon's heir was found, and claimed his birthright. Arthur, proclaimed son of Uther Pendragon and Lady Igraine of Cornwall, was by right High King of all Britain. Already lords and knights called on Tintagel, refreshed, cleaned and restored almost overnight, as if by magic, to swear fealty to the king. Rumor, faster than lightning, snapped back and spoke in whispers of lords who renounced Arthur's claim and were rallying their armies to march forth and defeat this upstart who claimed the Pendragon's throne. Urien of Rheged and Lot of Orkney led them, and their forces were strong. So it was that in the early light of morning, with the sun just cresting over the horizon, the young king was found in the council chamber alone. Arthur was tall, larger than most men by a hand or more, with broad shoulders and a powerful but flexible and quick warrior's build. His face was strong and noble, handsome, and startlingly young. No beard or moustache covered his cheeks, his clear features open to view for all. His hair was the gold of honey held up to the sunlight, falling down to the nape of his neck, and his eyes were as blue as the summer sky. His clothes were finer than any he had ever worn in memory; as the foster son of Sir Ector, he had been cared for but finery went to his foster brother Kay. He seemed almost ill at ease in the rich garments; decked in gold and white. A simple dagger was stuck in his belt; though on the table beside him was the sheathed sword that had announced the truth of his identity to the world only weeks ago. In front of him several maps were rolled out, parchment beside them having notes scribbled upon them. A few pins decorated with ribbons of various colors were pushed into one of them. Arthur looked at it grimly. "Orkney and Rheged from the north. Cornwall and Lyonesse from the south." If he stayed here, he would be caught between the two forces. The knights and lords who had sworn fealty advised him to stay at Tintagel, so store up supplies and let the opposing forces beat themselves against its walls. "And it would seem like wisdom, except that the ant knows if the spider is at the hill, it's too late." "Then that lesson, at least, was well learned." The king, more a boy than a man still, jerked his head up. By the door was a man taller than Arthur, but lean and wiry. He was clad in robes and a cloak ruffled in feathers, with a copper-bladed sword at his side and a tall oaken staff in his hands. His eyes were never the same color twice, his face both young and ancient, his hair long and gathered back by a leather thong. "Merlin," Arthur breathed out, "I had thought you gone to the Wood." "I was," the druid answered, "and I have returned." He looked over at the table, picking up a few of the parchments. He nodded. "I see my lessons were not the only ones you heeded." The young king smiled a bit, though the expression did not reach his eyes. Already many cares were on him. "Kay wasn't going to read them. At least Sir Ector didn't waste his gold." He looked back at the map. "I don't think I can win, Merlin." The magician looked out the window, his face impassive. "Many of those who've sworn fealty are keeping their armies at home, waiting to see how this turns out. Those loyal...are not enough." "They never are," Merlin commented. He looked over at the young man, not even in his second decade. "And they always are." Arthur looked at the older looking man with a wry expression. "More riddles for me to solve?" A flicker of a genuine smile crossed his face for a moment. Then he walked over to the stand beside Merlin at the window. "I suppose they will have to be." He looked out at the rising sun. "Must men truly die for this? So that men who swore oaths will honor them?" Merlin looked over at him. "You know the answer. It is the way of Might." The king nodded. "I see the truth to your lectures on Might now. If only we men were better creatures." Merlin looked over at him. "If you win, they will be." Arthur blinked at him. "Now, let us break fast before the first of today's messengers and noble guests arrive. News, both good and bad, is best taken with a full belly as well as a clear head."

Urien was dead. The King of Rheged had taken violently ill a week prior. He'd been confined to his chambers, to be visited only by the most trusted and renown physicians. Several different diagnoses were made, every treatment and method of healing tried, failed, and tried again. Nobody could stop the swift decay of his body as the mysterious disease swept through him practically overnight. It presented like no other illness anyone had ever seen. But the King's food was diligently tested for poison. And he had been in the Queen's chambers that night, so if anyone had harmed the King, surely she would have witnessed it. None of it made any sense. It was a blessedly quick death. Urien suffered, but for no more than two days. Then he was gone, after a particularly horrific fit of painful and debilitating seizures. It was no way for a King to die, an undignified mess and nothing but a shell of his former self, driven half-insane by his agony, but at least it had not been more prolonged. It was all very unfortunate. Rheged grieved the loss of their great King, and the young Queen was in private mourning. It was rumored that she was too heartbroken to face her people - oh, certainly, how very sad it was that she would never be spoken down to by her husband again. How dreadful that she would never again experience the joy of laying under an old man while he took his pleasure like a dog in heat ... But after a day of this so-called lamentation, she had addressed the court publicly, as regent queen, and informed them that she would be traveling to Camelot to pledge the kingdom's allegiance to the young King Arthur, a young man whose succession was certain to be a rocky one. During her absence, Urien's eldest son, Lowen, would occupy the throne. She would much rather see him there than herself. There were more important issues at hand now. The time had finally come to shed the skin of obedient, stifled Queen and take the reigns of her true destiny. They were less than a day from Camelot now. A messenger had been sent ahead, so as to cordially warn King Arthur of their impending arrival. Morgana was ever the sober and modest widow - this was not meant to be a celebratory vacation after all, but rather a solemn journey weighed with unimaginable grief and sorrow - but inside, she was positively teeming with excitement. She could hardly wait. She had so many ideas, so much to do. But first, she would meet her young brother for the first time since she'd looked into his tiny, round face as an infant. She would get to know him, not only as her King, but as her kin. She would take her rightful place at his court and reap the benefits. Morgana was a widow at twenty-four, but her life was beginning, not ending. They had stopped at a small castle in southern Wales for the afternoon, wishing to rest now in order to travel by night and arrive in Camelot by morning. It didn't matter - she couldn't sleep. There was a knock at the door. Morgana, who had been laying on the bed, staring at the stone ceiling, sat up and called, "Enter." The heavy wooden door opened just far enough for a small young woman to slip inside. "My Lady," the girl said it with a sort of breathless reverence that made Morgana's lips twist into a smirk. The maiden's curtsy was broad and sweeping, and her sweet golden head bowed to avoid her mistress' eye. Locks of curly blonde hair fell forward onto her darling chest, which was clad in customary dark grey linen. Morgana wanted to twist the soft hair around her fingers, or even give it a firm tug and watch the girl's mouth fall open in a gasp as her eyes watered in pain. "The blue dress," Morgana stated, and the maiden - Elside was her name - straightened up and walked across the chamber to fetch said dress. Like every garment Morgana owned, it was a beautiful creation. Rich fabric of the deepest navy blue composed the voluminous skirts and body. The hem was embroidered with silver thread in feminine, swirling floral patterns, and sturdier stitching across the front. It was well-structured and had a rather low-cut bust, toeing the line of modesty. The sheer, light blue sleeves would fall delicately on her slender arms and be secured by shiny silver cuffs (beautifully made in the shape of ravens) at the elbow to keep the fabric from billowing in the wind. Similarly, an ornate silver belt cinched the dress at the waist, ensuring that her comely body was shown off to its potential - Morgana had never been one for drab, loose-fitting garments of grey or white. No, her days at the convent were long over. Now she was very much a creature of luxury, and she lived in a sea of expensive lengths of dark purple, green, and blue - had enough precious jewelry to drown herself in - drank from only the finest gold goblets and off only the shiniest silver platters. A moment later, Elside was helping her queen into the dress. Her nimble fingers laced up the back tightly, and clasped the cuffs and belt on her arms and waist. She adjusted the hem so that it lay just so; brushed long dark hair and laid it in loose waves across Morgana's white shoulders; gently placed a circlet of silver on the top of Morgana's head and attached an opaque veil, that rested over her hair and ran to the middle of her back. The effect was just right. The darkness of the dress was appropriate to her grief, the hints of silver made it nearly ethereal, and the white veil was almost innocent and made it clear that her intentions were pure. "My Lady, you are a vision," Elside whispered in the same genuine awe she always did; the girl was so earnest it almost hurt. She did so adore Morgana - but then, everybody did. She couldn't wait to greet Arthur. Surely he would take one look at her and damn their relationship. It was difficult indeed to look upon the lady and not at least admire her physical beauty. She was stunning. Her skin was perfectly smooth and pale, and her black hair and expressive light green eyes gave her an air of alluring darkness, as did her often enigmatic and aloof demeanor. She was taller than most of her maidens by a few inches, though she had still remained a good head below the bulky, intimidating frame of her deceased husband. She had a lovely shape to her, accentuated well by her gowns. Icy and silent though she usually was in Rheged, Morgana had somehow managed to demand the respect and love of her constituents anyway. Though she'd never been quite as popular as the previous Queen, and she had not won the affection of Urien's children (she'd never desired that anyway), the people loved her. The royal procession finally arrived at Tintagel Castle mid-morning. The wind was howling, but it quickly reduced to a calm, pleasant breeze. However, the trees beyond continued to sway in the harsh gusts. It was curious, as if Tintagel had been placed inside some magical bubble, protecting it from the elements. She was helped off her handsome grey mare by a servant, and when her feet touched the ground she sighed. Lowering the hood of her heavy, dark green cloak, she looked around. Impressive. "I assume our message was received?" she inquired of the man. "Yes, My Lady." "And when will the King see us?" "Right away, My Lady. I will go announce your arrival myself." "Wonderful," Morgana said, smiling just a bit. Just a few minutes later, she was inside court and being introduced to her long-lost brother. Her smile, now, was quite sincere and she didn't bother to oppress it. She was bearing great news, after all. Even if her husband had just died, she was allowed to look a bit happy for that. "The Lady Morgana, Queen of Rheged." That was her cue. She curtsied deeply, but kept her eyes on his face. Oh, what a very handsome face it was... "Sire," she said slowly, almost as if she wanted to relish in the pleasant taste the word left in her mouth. She stood up again, and clasped her hands loosely in front of her. "I have come to pledge my kingdom's fealty. This was not King Urien's first intention, but as the decision was ultimately left to me, here I am. I - like Your Majesty, I'm sure - am not desirous of tension, conflict, or war." She paused, then, and frowned, her beautiful face suddenly full of sadness. "This way, perhaps, something good may come of my husband's death."

Name: Kimberly Ann Possible Alias: Kim, K.P. Description: short red hair, green eyes, 25, athletic shape Kim Possible stepped off the jet at the airport in Middleton for the first time in years since she left for college. That had been six years ago after the alien invasion. Law had been the major of choice for the former teen hero. Since she was known world wide, she had to work extra hard to prove she deserved her degree and wasn't just going to get it based on recognizance. She hadn't kept in much touch with her friends from home. After she and Ron had broken up, they hadn't really talked. She talked with Monique from time to time and obviously kept in touch with her parents and younger brothers. She still talked to Wade as often as she had before, still going on missions from time to time. He had even told her he had arranged for her ride from the airport to her parents. It didn't click with her as to who was actually picking her up for she was used to the drivers being a surprise. As she walked through the airport to the front entrance, her mind drifted to thoughts of a certain raven-haired woman with glowing green hands since she had last seen her before she left for college. Little did she know, she was about to have her first reunion with her...

The six years had passed somewhat uneventfully for Shego; she'd gone to running schemes occasionally with Dr. Drakken, but for the most part, she was freelance. Things were just no fun without Kim "Kimmie" Possible around, and so between missions, she had sought out Kim's college, learning in the process of Kim's trip back to Middleton. And thusly she had plotted. The taxi she had rented and personally outfitted had taken some amount of money, but the glowing name "Kim Possible" showed up on the top of the taxi, and contrary to usual appearances, she was not readily visible in the front seat. Some amount of makeup had given her a little flesh color, whilst a brown coat and a tweed hat kept her raven hair up, hiding her identity. One claw tapped idly on the wheel, whilst moisture ran out onto the leather of her seat, her hand somewhat busy down there. At first the semi-stalking (reconnaissance she'd called it) had been only about finding a way back into the life of danger she'd experienced before, fighting on the edge with Kim in life-or-death struggles, it had become more. Kim had matured into a beautiful young woman, she'd noticed after a while, and so her "reconnaissance" was often done at night, with a catsuit that zipped in the crotch. She waited patiently for Kim to come to the car, knowing soon that their little reunion would be underway..

"No," Ganondorf said with a twisted, snarling smirk, his face half furious and half tinged with amusement, "I don't want anything. Except power. Control. Rulership." His strong, large hand gripped tighter on the King of Hyrule's throat, holding the middle-aged man aloft in the throne room as the screams from adjacent hallways continued on. "You won't... you... y-y... get away..." he sputtered out with a great deal of effort, blood stinging and blinding the King's right eye shut, glaring at the Gerudo through his quivering left. "I already have." Crick. Fhoomph. And like that the King's neck was snapped, his body being released from Ganondorf's grip to fall warm, yet lifeless upon the red carpeted floor. It had happened so quickly, the seven foot warrior-mage of the Gerudo tribe summoning up skeletal warriors from the very ground outside the city, moblins riding upon armored boars coming in from a distance, waltzing through the open gates to attack in broad daylight. The fools hadn't seen a thing coming. The city had been surrounded in five minutes and sacked in ten. In under fifteen they'd breached the castle, and in twenty the throne room itself. Summoned demons roamed through the hallways now, slaying any remnants of the castle's forces who were foolish enough to reveal themselves. It was likely they thought themselves still capable of mounting a defense. Cute. It was equally likely that many still didn't know what was happening, it'd all been so fast. Upon bursting into the throne room, a dozen skeletal warriors in tow, eye sockets hollow and bones jittering together with every step, Ganondorf had seized the Queen and thrown her out a window in seconds. No questions had been asked. No demands had been made. The few guards in the throne room had quickly been surrounded and killed by the undead knights and the Queen was thrown several stories to her death, an example quick and heavy in cost. The King had been soon to follow, laying now lifeless at the dark, armored Lord's feet. Ganondorf looked down at the King, smiling, snickering, the light of a beautiful Spring afternoon shining through numerous windows, coupled with a calming, gentle breeze. It had been such a perfect day. Who would have expected this? "Find me Zelda," he called out to his servants, the hunched-over skeletons having stood there, awaiting command after slaying Hyrule's final line of defenders. Eight men lay about the throne room in intimidating piles of iron, yet disheartening puddles of crimson. "Find me the Princess. Alive. ...By any means."

It is said that my people are descendants of the gods; that our ears are delicate and long so that we may hear the softest whispers of the spirit world, and hear the pleas of nature. Our race is the most in tune with the world around us...Though at times, we forget this.. We are a peaceful people, and my family has strived to maintain peace for many generations. The Hylian Royal family contains the strongest bloodline of all of our people...Our sovereignty is ordained by our pure bloodline that is directly traced to the goddesses of the landBut no such divinity spared us the horrific events which devastated our land after the Hyrulean Civil War. My father believed our lands troubles to be over after my birth..That in the midst of such tragedy, I was a gift of reassurance from our ancestors, that Hyrule had not been forgotten As I sit, cowering inside the grand library behind the statue of a great warrior whose name I could never recall, imprisoned in my own Castle, staring out at the mockingly calm skyline as the sounds of screams and clashing weapons ring in my earsI realize, that I am a failure to my predecessors. I had seen this war comingMy fathers pride deafened him, and he would not head my warnings though it had been he himself who declared my gifts of foresight a blessing from Nayru I saw this war comingI knewI saw the shadows seep through the walls of the castle the moment he stepped through the gatesI saw the darkness retreat, almost bowing to himI knew his face the moment he arrived, and yet my tongue had swollen within my mouth, preventing an outburst that might have saved my mothermy fathermym Kingdom. Was I destined to fall then?..Is there truly such a thing, as destiny? ~ The young fair Princess of Hyrule could feel her heart frantically beating beneath her modest breast. She had wedged herself behind one of the statues of a Hylian hero, whom stood before two conjoining bookshelves that had barely provided enough room for even the lean Zelda to slip behind and between. She crouched, trembling between the wooden shelves and the marble platform, her hands over her eyes as she prayedPrayed for someone, anyone to come and save her, while quietly cursing herself for being unable to defend herself.. Her magic was unstable...and her emotions were clearly clouding her judgment, but could one really blame her? Not ten minutes before, she had seen her mother's body whisk past the window she had been reading beside, crashing in a spray of blood in the gardens below. Zelda had screamed, dropping her book immediately and had almost run into the hall, when the sounds of creaking bones alerted her to the presence of the Dark Wizard's minions. Frantically, she had decided on a hiding place...and hoped she could come up with something before she was found. Six days after her sixteenth birthday...A beautiful spring day, forever tainted in Hyrule's history...A page that would be stained with blood and tears, should history even exist after this assault. The young princess held herself tightly, her white elbow-length gloves covering her mouth to still her frantic breathing. She wore an elegant white gown that day, with a deep pink bodice and golden embroideries of Hylian symbols to ornament the beautiful dress. Her soft blonde locks left free, cascading down her mid-back, with the exception of two strands that were braided with gold and jewels as was tradition for the women of the royal family. Such a tragic sight, such a beautiful noble choking back tears as her castle was seized by such a man as Ganondorf. Her right hand burned terribly, to the point where she gasped aloud. The door then opened, as if on command of her distress, and Zelda froze. She felt her ears twitching as she peeked out from between the statues legs. Her crystalline eyes widening as she saw monstrous creatures searching beneath chairs and behind shelves. As they advanced the room, Zelda spotted the door had been left open. She was no match for them physically...and perhaps not even magically, though their capabilities were unknown to her. Biting her lip slowly, Zelda picked up the skirts of her gown and slowly stood while the creatures backs were turned. Making her way lightly, softly...slowly across the carpeted floor and towards the open door. Backing into the hall, the princess suddenly felt the hairs on the back of her neck stand up as a hot breath poured down upon her. She felt her skin crawl, as what felt like a glob of saliva dripped upon her shoulders. The shadow of the Moblin was all she had seen as she turned. Without even time to scream, a sudden blow came to her head, and Zelda found her world suddenly fading into shadows.

Jared hummed a bit along to the music in his car radio as he made his way over the little makeshift road that led to the desolate little patch of land that lay in the middle of the sea. It was a pretty calm song, and he wished the radio would play something with a bit more go in it - lord knew he was in a fantastic mood and wanted some music to emphasize it. What had happened was nothing short of amazing when it came down to it - and that he was getting a chance to investigate it first hand, that HE was picked over so many other volunteers was just mindblowing. He couldn't have been happier as he finally saw the land stretch a bit and stopped the car close to the little road - hardly more than a trodden path, really - and started to get out his bag from the trunk. What had him in such a joyous uproar? Why, simple - a meteorite had landed in this area. A hunk of rock from outer space, and he had been chosen to go retrieve a sample. He would be the first to see, touch and examine an outer space phenomenon. When you came from a town as small as his, any event was fantastic, but this, without a doubt, beat them all. Putting on his white cap, it arranged his dark purple hair neatly on each side of his head as it reached the middle of his neck. He was a tanned young man, and fit from usually working outside. He had dressed practically, but casually for this - nothing more than a loose t-shirt, a pair of walking boots and some sturdy pants were needed for this trip. The hard part would be to actually find the thing. He didn't have enough gas to just drive around and look, so he'd have to walk. Not that he minded. And thus, he walked along humming some melody that had gotten stuck in his head, without having even the faintest idea what exactly the rock from space had done to this place...

To be sure, no one could have possibly guessed what the space rock might have brought with it, or what effect it might have on the flora and fauna around it. Or, to be more precise, any of the creatures on the 'small' island, which had quite a good number of different Pokemon living upon it. Not too long after the meteor had crashed down near the center of the island did its 'radiation' start irradiating out around the small land mass, effecting every Pokemon it touched in some varying way, mutating them, changing them. To some degree in all of them, they became more human-like, more sentient, and in others still, had the odd effect of messing with their gender-barring chromosomes and anatomy. It didn't take many of them long to know something had changed, and that, for the most part, they were happy with it. Not to mention, different urges and feelings started to fill their minds, while still living how they did before the 'accident'. As Jared would be drawing further and further from his vehicle, he'd start to notice more and more the air grew heavy, almost foretelling of things to come. Another odd thing to note is it, despite entering into the area, the radiation was having no affect on the human's body, almost as if it was tuned to the very 'frequency' of a Pokemon's DNA. Further more, the closer he would be drawing to the area, the more he'd notice signs of life, and, quite possibly in the back of his mind, that he shouldn't have come alone. When the meteor would finally be within view, the male would notice a small lake, which, to anyone's knowledge, hadn't been there before, surrounding it, and by the looks, something was sitting in the water, back to his direction, relaxing, with a large amount of long, flowing white-silver hair, with two very long, pointed ears poking out the top of it.

It was late in the day, late enough for the sun to hide behind the clouds on its descent to earth, late enough to dot France's sky with oranges and yellows, with hues the most gifted of painters dreamed of plucking from the air. It was becoming late, yet still early, early enough for Aramis to arrive home by nearly an hour's time. Supper would not yet be ready and he could not scold his daughter for that as she would not know, she would not expect him for a while still. And it was that surprise which he hoped for, for the light in the eyes of his lovely young fifteen-year-old to shine brilliantly at simply his sight. Such was an arrogant hope, perhaps, thoughts of a man conceited - or perhaps a man spoiled, spoiled by a doting girl who was often pleased by the simple things. Aramis' chestnut mare slowed to a trot as he rounded the final trees on that long dirt road that led to one shorter, only a minute away from the front steps of his secluded cottage in the countryside. He had lived in the city long ago in his youth and until he was a man of thirty, but there was only so much action a man could desire to see, only so much hustle. There was something to be said of a calm, peaceful life, a life of prayer and devotion. Perhaps this was where Porthos might chime in with words of his own, a disagreement, perhaps even some clever tavern limerick comparing the women of the city to those of the country. His friend could have them, have the lot, Porthos always one to see quantity before quality. And there was a secret that perhaps his friend spent too much of his time in Paris to ever find out - that though the ladies of the countryside did tend to be more innocent than their city counterparts, that did not mean they wished to stay that way. As his horse brought him closer, yards away now, Aramis dismounted with a small billow of dust as his boots hit the ground. He patted the mare in a silent thank you on her strong neck and took the reins, casting a quick glance to the house as he led her over to the barn. He wondered what Yvette usually did an hour before he would return home. Was she still tending to her chores in the stable? The barn perhaps? Maybe taking a walk in the field? It was a lovely afternoon, after all. Or would she already be bathed and changing into her ladylike makeup and clothes while supper simmered on the stove? He would find out soon enough, bearing a quiet smile as he led his horse into the barn. He took his time unsaddling the old girl, setting the blanket aside and filling a hearty helping inside her bag of oats. "I am home, my dear," he spoke out in a lofty tone, letting his voice carry when he stepped foot inside the large cottage to see that Yvette wasn't immediately in sight. Heavy leather boots made similarly weighted sounds against the wood floor as he took a few more steps inside, shrugging off the long brown leather coat he wore to and from work. Autumn now, the days able to turn chill without warning, and as such leaving without your coat even on warm days could easily bring regret later. "Yvette?" he called out again. "Where are you?" he questioned while setting his coat upon an oak stand just inside the door. Taking a moment to sniff the air, he noticed... nothing. Which meant supper wasn't started; his little girl was quite a fan of various spices, they usually filling the house when he arrived home. Still bathing then, likely, or dressing. "Yvette? Are you decent?" No response. Aramis took a few steps to the wide oaken staircase, one, two, stepping upon the third with a hand on the rail as he called again, "Yvette?" Nothing. Hm. He turned to head to the bathroom, taking a step back down the stairs, passing by the door and down the hallway- And then Aramis stopped. He paused midstep and leaned back, a knee still in the air, something catching his eye. He took a step back, then a second, coming to stand up straight. He looked to the door. More specifically, he looked to the coat rack, to where he'd placed his not a moment before. It was there. Yvette's, however, was not. He didn't say anything. He just stared at the rack and breathed, breathing in and out through his nose.

Though often young maidens claimed, while blushing and biting their lips ever so enticingly, that Spring was their favorite season, Yvette would claim most confidently that Autumn was her most cherished time of year. Chilly days encouraged evenings spent by the fireside, curled up in close proximity whilst reading or simply conversing. Autumn harvests were always quite bountiful, and produced an assortment of ingredients to further tantalize the taste buds during meals. And though the falling leaves presented yet another chore to tend to, their changes in hue to radiant golds and reds, were enough to remind Yvette of the presence of the King. Not of Louis, but of God. God, from whom all blessing flow. Whom she had been raised to give thanks to everyday of her life, for every morning sun and evening star, for every breath and for every kiss. Kisses, Yvette was especially fond of. Particularly, kisses from her Papa, as they had been given most frequently, and received most eagerly throughout a grand majority of her life. From a young age, she had been aware that the man she called Papa and the men she referred to as Uncles, were not truly related to her by blood. Through kindness and devotion, she had been taken in, and raised as the picturesque daughter of the former Musketeer, Aramis. A man whom she was insatiably attached too, so innocently besotted by; and though love had never known a bond such as the one formed between Yvette and her Papa, a daughter raised by a strict father will always find some way to rebel. The blossoming teen did not break rules often. Bending them, she would say, was a far more appropriate term. In fact, the desire to bring a smile to her Papas face often clouded out choices that would lead to more serious offenses...But occasionally, such as that particular afternoon, his rules simply did not work well with her plans. She had forgotten to check the spice rack before Mass, to see if she would need anything from the market while they were in town. After arriving home, she had changed from her formal dressings into a pair of Raouls old jodpurs, a white loose shirt and a pair of riding boots so she could more comfortably complete her chores around the house. By the time she returned to the kitchen to start preparing supper, it was an hour and one half before Papa would arrive home. Two hours before her Uncles and cousin would arrive. Far too late to find an escort into town to fetch spices. Papa never permitted her to go into town alone. There were far too many men of questionable intentions there. Men without a strong moral compass, men without God. Men who were not her Papa. Yet, she needed those spicesIt would take close to half hour on foot to walk to town. With haste, Yvette cleaned herself up, knowing better than to go into town dressed so poorly. She chose a gown of earthen greens, so that the dust from the roads would not show up too noticeably upon her skirts. The gown was fitted tightly around her lithe frame, her young breasts nearly spilling from the top line of the bodiceHer golden cross, a most cherished gift, lay just above the swell of her breasts, so that wandering eyes would know her purity before attempting to advance. With a black hair ribbon held between her teeth, her deep golden tresses pinned loosely up in curls as she quickly dashed down the stairs from her bedroom, Yvette snatched up the auburn cloak from the rack, slipping it loosely over her shoulders before rushing from the door and down the dirt road towards town.. Time was spent wisely, well, as wisely as expected for a young lady shopping in town. With the spices, she also purchased a harvest bouquet for the table centerpiece. An arrangement of orange mums, stalks of harvest wheat and lovely white lilies, that smelled of fresh country air and would certainly brighten up the dining room. As she walked home, she found herself humming and strolling, distracted by the beauty of the French countryside, when truly she should have been sprinting back to the cottage in order to beat her Papa home. So lofty was the mind of a young maiden at times, so easily pleased by such simple pleasures. As she approached the cottage, her humming had formed into singing in such a fair and whimsical tone that had earned her pet name of Little Robin at home, and sweet seraphim in the church choir, The falling leaves drift by my window The falling leaves of red and gold I see your lips, the summer kisses The sunburned hands I used to hold, Yvette entered the kitchen, having not passed the stable, she did not notice her Papa's mare comfortably resting in its stall, or she would have silenced her song as she laid out the spices upon the counter top. With the spices laid out, the potatoes and vegetables piled to clean, and the chicken now resting in a pot of water to moisten, Yvette took up her pretty bouquet and walked into the dining room. She laid out the crimson red table cloth, setting the arrangement in the center between two candelabras. The Sunday china she had already set atop of the wine cabinet near the window, the evening's wine set in a bucket of ice to chill. Passing through the kitchen once again, the lovely young girl began unlacing her cloak, walking to the main hall of the cottage, Since you went away the days grow long And soon I'll hear old winter's song But I miss you most of all, my darling When autumn leaves start to fall.. When autumn leaves start to--- Her eyes had been half closed as she continued her song, not truly paying mind to her surroundings as she could quite skillfully navigate her way around the cottage in the dark in order to fetch a cup of water in the middle of the night..But as she opened her eyes, in the midst of the final lyric of the song, her hand raised to hang her cloak upon its hookShe stopped, her pale petal lips agape, her hazel eyes wide as she stare at the leather coat that was not supposed to be there!

The man always woke up late and got off to a late start everyday. He had turned his alarm off three different times before finally managing to get out of bed on the fourth try. His head was pounding and he soon realized that he shouldn't have had those few last shots. Wiping his eyes and putting some gel in his hair, he moved to put on his business suit. A phone call from Pepper, telling him everything was in order, and a nice breakfast of whiskey and eggs later, he was off. Moving quickly back upstairs, he took another look at himself in the mirror and smiled. "Damn, I look good." Looking at the clock, he saw that he was already late, though he ran the damn business, so he was allowed to be late. At least, that was his thoughts. Moving back to the girl in the bed, he kissed her on the cheek and sighed. "I gotta go babe." He said to the blonde, brushing her hair out of her face and planting another kiss on her lips. "I'll be back tonight." He said as he covered her back up and moved downstairs, getting into the limo, and going to Stark Industries for another day of work. It was another day of school for Peter Parker. He sighed as he sat in class and took notes for his test that next day. Of course, he thought about MJ, but he had other things to worry about that day. He made it pretty much through the day without anyone talking to him or touching him, and he moved toward the pay phone, sighing as he input his dollar and dialled MJ's number. After getting her message system, he let out a sigh. "Hey, MJ, it's Peter." He started, with a pause. He didn't know how to break it to her, so his voice was very shaky. "Look, I can't go to your show tonight." He said with another sigh. "I will still pick you up after, I just. . . I'm busy alright. Love you. Peter." He said finally as he hung up. With another sigh, he punched his locker. This relationship with Mary Jane was slipping through his fingers. He hated to do these things to her, but most of the time he had no choice. It wasn't as though he was cheating on her or doing anything along those lines, but he just didn't have the time. What between being Spiderman, studying, and hanging out with MJ, one of those things had to take the back seat.

The blonde's eyes opened to reveal a bright shade of green when she felt his lips against hers. He was late again, and sometimes she didn't understand the logic of setting an alarm clock if you weren't going to get up for it. As he left, she slowly sat up in the creamy sea of satin that was their love nest. Felicia had been dating Tony for three months now, probably her longest and most successful relationship with one of the most successful men in New York. Rolling out of bed, she headed to the shower to prepare for her day. That's when she realized she was naked. Just what exactly did we do last night? A soft smile graced her fine features as she tip-toed across the marble floor and turned on the shower. A thick spray of steam water would soon relax the muscles in her body. Sometimes she believed Tony's sheets were too soft. It had been like this for several weeks. She would come over and spend Friday nights with him, dining and drinking from the comfort of his home. Felicia believed Tony was an excessive drinker though he didn't think so. Maybe one day she could persuade him not to drink so much. Hoping into the shower, she washed all the impurities off her body and thought about today and last night. A blush crept onto her cheeks. Tony was quite a lover; hell, he had practice in it, and so did she. Honestly, she didn't think he and her would have lasted this long, but there was something about him besides the obvious that held her to him. Probably the same thing that made her mother detests him. She wasn't sure it was love, but it was definitely a strong attraction. Soon afterward, she hopped out of the shower and got dressed. A black blouse, white skirt, and red heels grabbing her purse, she was off. Tony wasn't the only one who would be making headlines today. Mj was at the local theater rehearsing for tonight's show. All sorts of emotions had been eating at her all day. Her thoughts jumped from one thing to another. First Peter, then the show, back to the night when Spiderman had saved her life for like the fifth time in the past two months, back to Peter, and so on. "Mj," someone yelled. She didn't know what was going on with Peter lately. Well not just lately - he seemed so out of it. Whenever she tried to tell him something, his head would be up in the clouds. Whenever she tried to surprise him, he would smile, but his smile seemed sad. She didn't even know it was possible to smile sadly. Ever since Uncle Ben died, she figured a piece of Peter had gone with him, and who could blame him? They were so close, yet they seemed to be growing further apart. "Mj!" her partner yelled again. The redhead snapped back into reality. "Sorry!" she said, continuing to rehearse. Wondering if he had called her name.

Turning eighteen had sucked. It was supposed to be a big deal, now she'd be old enough to go out and party with her friends, to vote, to be an "adult." Instead, she'd just hit the age and found out she was some kind of "potential." Next thing Tanya knew, she was being attacked regularly by these creepy crawlies, and was on her merry way to some dump called Sunnydale. The teenager sighed as she stepped off the bus, her eyes surveying the area. She was pretty sure that no one had told anyone here that she'd become, go figure, so she wasn't quite sure what she was looking for. The girl sighed again, adjusting the ear buds that blared music. Shouldering her bag, Tanya strolled off the bus stop, heading through the empty streets toward the more populated sections of town. Her battered sneakers beat a steady rhythm against the pavement. Combined with tattered, skin-tight jeans and a t-shirt tight enough to display an impressive bust, Tanya looked every inch the rowdy girl she was. "And I'm stuck in this shithole," she muttered kicking a can and following its path with her eyes.

After the sealing of the Hellmouth, most mystical energy was sealed off and the denizens scattered to the four corners of the earth. Well...for some, the four corners was actually Cleveland. The folk of Sunnydale had moved back after each 'catastrophe' and the destruction of the city was no different. Most people were surprised to see that the unexplained mysterious deaths had stopped, mostly. Though things had turned darker again, requiring more Slayer intervention. However, that's just what it needed. It being Apollyon. The magic tricks of a Slayer, an evil law firm, and a whipped vampire had closed the hellmouth and he wanted it opened again, and there was a way to do it though it required having a slayer in its thrall. Apollyon's talents would let it take a young weak slayer and yoke her to it, using her as tool. Apollyon had spent centuries here, spreading lust and carnality in its path. The demon stood an imposing 8 feet tall, its shoulders were massive but dwarfed by its wing span. Its massive arms ended in clawed fists, its strong legs supported by clawed feet, almost like talons. Like a chameleon it could change its body color for camouflage. It could sense Tanya was being sent to Sunnydale, and it would have her. First a test, it sent three smaller demons after her imps almost while it went jet black and watched them track her through the bus depot.

It was time for the operation to begin. For weeks, Bai Lan had been tracking a man they suspected of having information on RAPT that could prove useful in the near future. Sei was tasked with getting that information, and if at all possible, capturing the man. It was quite possible that he had even more information that he could give up after some... thorough persuasion. Their task was quite simple - the man had been tracked to a bar near the riverfront. Meg would be used as a decoy, to seduce and ultimately disable the man quietly. Jo was on standby, and would be awaiting the go-ahead to spring into action and create a disturbance so that the man could be extracted and they could leave. She sat with Amy in the red sports car she used to move around when she did not want to be noticed, as a giant blue trailer would have been a dead giveaway that something was up. Meg was getting into place now, while Jo was lingering around outside of the bar, ready to cause mayhem at the drop of a pin. There was one thing that Sei was worried about though, and that was Meg's annoying knack of getting into trouble in situations like this one. If that happened, there were several contingency plans in place. This was an operation that had to succeed, no matter what happened. Hopefully, things wouldn't reach that point. Conditions here seemed favorable enough. Outside of the usual suspicious characters hanging around, there weren't that many people around. It was usually quiet during this time of night, before people got drunk and decided to start blasting whatever they thought would look better with a few bullets holes and hot lead inside of it. She wasn't all that worried about herself or Amy in this situation, as the windows of the car were bullet proof and the vehicle had a very sturdy build. They would be fine, unless of course, a Cybot decided to use the car as a landing strip or for target practice. Call her conceited, but Sei was more than confident in her driving skills. "We're ready whenever you are Meg," she said into the communication device prepared by Amy. Inside of the bar was a very different story. There were people everywhere, smoking, drinking, laughing, having as good of a time as they possibly could. People all over the places were playing drinking games, some seemed to be enjoying a game of Russian Roulette. People who didn't value their lives or the lives of others. This was one of the most dangerous places in Tokyo, not that Tokyo wasn't a dangerous place in and of itself. Of course, they were all armed to the teeth and none of them would hesitate to pull a gun on anyone here. The target was a man they knew only by the name of Tanaka. He was a heavy set man with messy hair that looked to be a bit. . .greasy. It was not at all attractive looking, which would only make it harder for Meg to hit on him than it already would be. A job was a job though. The sooner it was done, the sooner they could get on to doing whatever else Bai Lan needed them to do.

Meg: The bar, 'Rapture': Inside, the place was lit by glow-globes and hanging lanterns, each private booth and dining table surrounded by fluttering drapes of white silk, magnifying the lamplight, creating a creamy, flowing texture like vellum. The twitching brazier light cast a crimson, almost hellish illumination of the pitch-black floor below, creating the eerie sensation of falling through space... At a corner table, a pale, long-fingered hand curled around the stem of a wineglass, bringing it up to ruby-red lips~ As she set it back on the glossy black table, Meg *stretched* languorously, displaying the curvaceous tightness of her silky crimson cheongsam; Beneath the long, trailing hem, her coltish legs whispered as the lovely redhead crossed them, enticing flashes of creamy thigh flickering through teasing gaps~! There was a gentle scrape of fabric, inaudible as Meg leaned back in her chair with a sigh, the charms that lined her bound hair clinking against her hairpins, in a gentle susurrus; Appearing, all the world, to be thoroughly bored~ Idly, her fingers drummed a gentle tattoo on the obsidian surface of the table; A distinctive code that meant 'Target in sight.' Now, seduction's a complex thing- Too little, and the target doesn't even know he's being, well, targeted- Too much, too soon, and it's all-too-clear that something is wrong...It takes an exquisite balance between subterfuge and interest, the gentle pressure of one's attention to oh-so-carefully draw the eye...Meg, however, was incredibly good at it. Right now, though, the lovely redhead's nostrils wrinkled, just a little, as she considered the greasy-looking man she was supposed to be putting the moves on; A burly middle-ager, slowly letting himself go- Not her type.Notatall~ Why aren't there any handsome targets?she pondered, glancing briefly skyward as she slid her chair back- Steeling herself for what came next! It was simple enough- Just get the absolutely grotesque guy away from his buddies...And Jo would take care of the rest, the way she always did! "We're ready whenever you are, Meg," Sei's voice crackled, as if the woman herself was whispering in Meg's ears- Indeed, the complex charms strung in her ponytail concealed a fairly sophisticated audio suite, keyed to both transmit and receive...The wonders of miniaturization! "Copy that," Meg murmured, her voice low, lilting...The legs of her chair scraping against the tiles as she stood. A girl alone in this bar, the favorite watering hole of the criminal underworld, was rare enough- An absolutely lovely one even more so! It wasn't a surprise that Tanaka's head turned as she drifted past- She could feel his gaze lingering on her, then her back, as she took a slow, indirect route to the bar. Taking care to brush one silky hip against him as she moved past! A quick, heartfelt, if a trifle slurred, "Oh, I'm so sorry!" parting her full lips, clearly the worse for drink, with the delicate, mincing grace of a woman who wasn't quite drunk enough yet, Meg crossed to the dance floor; She'd had his attention, after all, his eyes roving over her lissome form as she swayed in time to the music, seemingly entirely entranced by the barely-legal beauty before him.

Josh had been fishing all day to prepare this meal, catching rainbow trout, a fish that eluded catching in most streams, but he had found a spot that was crawling with them. He had cooked them over an open fire, flavored with orangeberries and a bit of peachberries. He and his Lopunny had been together for years now, and had won their way through two Elite Four championships... but lately something was different about her, she seemed to act strangely... but he just shrugged it off and called, "Okay, dinner's ready!" He knew the call wouldn't be necessary, as he knew the scent would attract her from miles away. While he waited, he divided the fish into two servings, one for him and one for his Lopunny.

Life couldn't have gotten any better for the pokegirl. Ever since her first encounter with her trainer, it seemed as though their empathic bond, trust, and her evident loyalty for him were evident and not even the toughest of situations would be able to tear the two apart. Through thick and thin they stayed together and failure was never an option for the two. The Pokegirl had striven and determined to work hard to be her best in order to please her master, ultimately becoming victorious in the end; true though the need to succeed and please Josh had taken quite a toll on the girl more than once in the past, she overlooked the negativity of it all and just knew that winning was the good that came out of it all. Lopunny was grateful towards her trainer and she knew well that she could have ended up with another trainer; one who was more aggressive, tough, and relentless than Josh. One that wouldn't care for the poor girl in the way that Josh had. It was Josh's gentle demeanor that the Pokegirl felt was what had drawn them together and made their bond what it was today. Dark ivory clouds of different sizes moved lazily around in the multi-colored sky, evidence that the day was coming to a close. The Pokgirl lay upon the soft grass as she gazed upon the sky. Soft, chocolate eyes twinkled lightly under the setting sun's rays, and her brown fur swayed in a gentle wind that touched her bear skin slightly, whispering in her ear as it zipped quickly by. A gentle sigh escaped her as she closed her eyes ever so slightly. Lately, something had been bothering her. It seemed that her bond with Josh had grown somewhat awkward between them - as though he wanted more than just a trainer/Pokgirl relationship. The gentle touch of his hand as he stroked her ears or even the sweet aroma that came off him from his cologne made her shiver, making her yearn for him. It appeared as though she wanted him more than just a trainer, though it frustrated her and embarrassed her to think of him as anything but. Whenever she was around him, tension filled their silence, and it frustrated her not only sexually but also emotionally. Nature was taking its toll on the young Pokgirl, and the urge for pleasure was drawing upon her. She found herself bending over from time to time, flashing her revealing sex to him innocently, though she wasn't doing it intentionally. Nature was a cruel mistress, but the Pokgirl had to get used to her ways and just stay cool whenever she was around her trainer. Sighing softly once more, her ears perked forward and her nose twitched at the scent of cooked fish. The scent pulled her in, as though her feet were barely touching the ground. As she made her way to her trainer, the aroma of the trout was overwhelming; the Lopunny found herself drooling at best, but quickly wiped her mouth before her trainer could notice. Her cotton ball of a tail twitched slightly as she made herself towards the table; her body swayed to and fro as her gait was a graceful one. Taking a seat, she glanced down at the fish and smiled. "Lopunny! Looks good," she chimed in, her angelic voice echoing softly. While she tried to stray away from speaking the English language - due to the fact that her English wasn't the best - and she would have preferred to stay away from such a language, she practiced her English so her communication with Josh was better. With a smile, she waited for Josh to take the first bite; she didn't want to seem gluttonous after all.

Sakura hurried along the snowy streets of the village, desperately fighting against the cold. The fur-trimmed coat just barely managed to keep the cold away from her, though she could still feel the chill. Christmas Eve had come to the village, bringing with it a deep snow as well as the holiday cheer. Sakura could barely make out the shapes of the houses through the blinding gale. "Where is Sasake's house?" she murmured, adjusting her coat again. Her plan was still flawless. In this outfit, with the holiday season around, Sasake couldn't help but give in to Sakura's seductions. She'd have him right where she wanted him: on his back. Just thinking about it filled Sakura with warmth, and she nodded confidently to herself, pausing only to hit her open palm with a fist. "It's got to work!" she announced. She didn't really care who heard: the streets were nearly empty anyway. Everyone probably hid in their houses for now. The female ninja hurried along then, finally pausing at a house. She peered at it, unable to make out the exact address under the cover of snow. But the house shape looked right, and everything matched up with her directions. Sakura took a deep breath, then hurried to the window. Moving carefully, she lifted the glass, and lowered herself into the house. The moment her feet touched floor, Sakura let her coat hang loose, hinting at her outfit beneath. Her bare stomach already showed, and bits of crinkled red showed. Now, she just needed to either find Sasake and surprise him, or find a good place to lay in wait...

Unfortunately for her, Sakura had gotten a little turned around in the thick snow, taken a wrong turn here and there, turned back on herself once or twice, and whilst the house she had ended up at may have bore a resemblance to her intended destination, it most certainly wasn't the right place. As Sakura lifted the window, a cold draught flowed in along with her, then climbed into the living room slowly, what she thought was a silent entry had been noticed, though not by the person she had been hoping to notice. In the darkened doorway, Ino crouched silently, raising an eyebrow at the rather...unusual...sight that had crawled into her living room. Well well...Sakura was certainly dressed in a festive manner to say the least. Ino's initial reaction was to have been just to stand up and demand to know what the hell Sakura was doing, but seeing her like that...well...it just sent some rather strange thoughts through Ino's head, and she couldn't help but grin. Quickly and silently, she crept up to her bedroom, changing into her own special outfit, before creeping silently back downstairs, where Sakura still seemed to be laying in wait in the main room. Standing at the doorway, Ino felt a final moments hesitation about what she was planning to do, but she quickly pushed those thoughts away and pulled out a small bag hanging from her robe, taking some powder from it, being careful not to inhale any, before blowing it discreetly into the living room. It wouldn't take long for the powder to take effect on anyone unfortunate enough to be caught in the way. It contained a rather powerful aphrodisiac, but at the same time hints of a tranquilising agent. Not enough to knock someone out, but enough to make them weak enough that a child could knock them over. And now, Ino just grinned, sitting and waiting for Sakura to be affected....

Nothing in the world was better than sunbathing. Today was the perfect day, and many Pokmon and Pokmorphs alike were enjoying the warm weather. Two tall pink ears twitched as purple eyes opened up. The pink-furred figure stood and stretched, just as a few humans walked by. They stopped and stared for a moment, but soon moved on. Her split-tipped tail swung behind her as she walked towards the ocean before her. Unlike some of her siblings, Espeon enjoyed swimming every now and again. What she liked most though was drying her fur in the sun after a lovely swim. Twenty minutes later, the morph walked out of the water and laid on a large rock that was put on the beach for fire Pokmon or Morphs to sunbathe on. Of course, a lot more than just those types used it. Espeon lay out with her feet crossed at her ankles and her tail flicked from side to side as she closed her eyes. She could hear everything going on around her, but what awakened her was the fact that the sun was setting behind some clouds. Pouting, Espe decided to get up and head back into the woods so she could be on her way home. Usually she didn't travel through the woods where trainers hunted her kind. She stuck to city streets and other paths, but since her last battle, her clothes had been ripped up and with nothing to wear, she had to travel like any other Pokmorph. Yes, that's right. Espeon was naked. Her nipples became perky as a breeze blew by, but she barely even noticed. The psychic morph decided to rest along the side of a well-traveled path. Her purple eyes closed, but she was on full alert, just in case someone came by.

Tyler sighed softly as he slowly moved through the city. Today would be the day that he caught himself a pokemorph, it was the perfect weather today, and he knew that a lot of pokemorphs would be out in the woods today. Of course, a lot of them were shy, but he didn't care; he was going to get one, no matter what. He knew the forests outside the city very well, and therefore he also knew where he was going to look. He looked down at the pokeball in his hand and smiled. His Arcanine was strong enough to take on any possible challenge, so he wasn't worried about anything right now. He saw the outskirts of the forest and then moved a bit faster, so he could get there as fast as possible. He soon reached the forest and let out his Arcanine so she would be ready to challenge a pokemorph or defend him against one. She started looking around before catching the scent of a morph that had been there not long ago. "Lead the way, Arcanine," he said, and they ran after her. Of course, he couldn't run as fast as his Arcanine, but he had trained her so she wouldn't run too fast that he couldn't follow her. The female Arcanine stopped near an Espeon morph... A naked one... That wasn't something you saw every day. "Okay, Espeon, get up! Let's fight!" he told her with a smile upon his lips, as his Arcanine took a defensive stand. He was ready, and so was his Arcanine. "If you don't fight, I'll just have Arcanine weaken you until you are weak enough to get caught!" he told her as he looked over at her with a confident smile upon his lips. He loved battles, and hopefully this Espeon would put up a good fight.

The sun rose high over Johto to greet the world full of Pokemon, humans and Pokemorphs. Everyone seemed to be up early that morning, even the most lazy of people. Well, all except for the Snorlax that lived in the area. The sky was bright and blue by the time the rays of the sun penetrated the leaves that covered a cute little face. She had fallen asleep under some bushes the previous night to keep out of sight of those odd night trainers. Stretching, her brown paws popped out of the bushes and her thin black tail tipped with a big yellow lightning bolt swished around for a moment before she got on her knees and crawled out of her hiding spot. Standing up fully, the Raichu morph was just about five feet, six inches tall. Her slender body was covered in leaves, which she quickly dusted off. She hated it when her fur got all icky. Well, it was time to get a move on! Raichu slowly made her way towards Goldenrod City. She had been hiding out in the National Park since trainers didn't usually hang around there at night. The morph was careful to avoid eyesight when possible. It was rare to see a Pokemorph out in the day unless it was a captured one that was paraded around as a pet. Her curly tipped ears pinned back when she heard someone else rustling around in the bushes. Who else would be here in the bushes? A small spark of electricity came from her yellow cheeks as she tried to see who might be there. ]

The trainer left for his first day of becoming a pokemon master, though his mother and father were sorely against it. He wanted so bad to become the greatest that he paid them no mind when he left. But because of that, he left without a pokemon to even protect himself from the wilder ones around the area. He was too scared to even attempt a capture on any pokemon. He brought his bag from around his shoulder, looking at the contents of it. He had three normal pokeballs, two master balls, and one morph ball. The morph ball was the rarest of all the balls to catch the rarest of pokemon - the pokemorph. It was a pokemon that had the shape of a human - male or female. He sighed to himself, thinking why did he spend so much money on that damn ball and he was never going to see one. Their fucking rare and he's a newb. His head snapped to the left of him when he heard a sound on the other side of the bushes. Hitting the ground quickly and quietly, he crawled over to the bush, looking through the few leaves that blocked his face. Tariyamicursed his bag silently to himself as he watched the Raichu study the area. It seemed to be a female and a shockingly fine one too. Slowly pulling some pokfood from his fallen bag, he throws it out from the bushes hoping the pokemorph would just go for the free food and not explore where the food came from. He rolled from the spot he was in, trying to relocate himself without the Raichu noticing, which way he rolled. He reached in his bag, pulling out his morph ball, placing it behind his back, waiting for his chance to either use it or show himself to her.

Sirius sighed boredly as he sat in the Gryffindor common room, occasionally blowing a strand of thick hair out of his face, though it soon fell back across his eyes. By this time of the night most of the students had gone to bed, though as usual Sirius and Remus were still downstairs, and as usual Sirius was bored while Remus did his usual evening reading. Textbooks, newspapers... whatever had words on it really. At a week until the full moon, Remus was still his usual, relatively boring, self, though in just a few days things would start to change. At the very least, Remus would get a little more... interesting. "Come on Remus," Sirius whined boredly, jumping up to his feet. "This is boring, there's gotta be something to do besides reading. Can't we go take a look around the castle or something? Find someone to play a few pranks on... maybe even one of the teachers on their evening rounds?" He grinned slightly, leaning in over Remus. "Come on, just something other than reading for a change."

Remus was absorbed in the book he was currently reading, another book about werewolves, though the title didn't seem to hint at it. If anyone asked he would just say it was something he was interested in at the moment. He was vaguely aware of Sirius and his growing boredom. It wasn't until he felt the small sensation of the other's breath so close to him that he realized how restless the other was getting. Instinctively his body tensed. "What did I tell you about getting so close to me?" he breathed out quietly. "You're way too close." He closed the book and looked over at the other, his cheeks a soft pink. He always had the same shade when the other got too close. "We always do what you want anyways. Couldn't you spend one night studying, you know doing something I want, instead of always insisting we go off and screw around with the first person we see?" He sighed and shook his head. "Don't answer that. I already know the answer," he said calmly. "Fine, we'll do what you want, since we clearly don't let you out enough." He mumbled the vague reference to the other's animagus form.

The forest spoke. The rustling leaves whispered secrets, the breeze carried unheard whispers in an ancient language long forgotten. The shadows stirred awake, the wild beasts stalked their prey, stealthily, calmly yet ravenously. The Queen's Blade tournament was over. The time for grand battles, gossiping in taverns and town squares had passed. Only a few still mentioned it. The world was returning to normal... especially in this old forgotten forest. The forest where the lady, clad in white and red ceremonial garb, walked through.

The tranquil forest was silent, the ripple of birdsong echoing in the peace of the glade. A perfect, natural clearing, amid the swaying bamboo of the grove. Eyes the color of sapphires opened, ever-so-slowly, hazed in focus; Seated demurely at the very centre, her hands folded on her lap, Tomoe waited without impatience, the long-handled katana resting at her side, within easy reach. The miko's simple white hakama - trimmed in bright crimson, the pleated hem of her long gown a splash of color on the grass - rustled softly, in time to the slow in-out of her breath... The lovely miko certainly didn't look like a swordswoman or one of the recent competitors for the throne of the queen. Her skin was pale and unmarked, her lissome form molding sweetly to the pure, creamy fabric of her miko-fuku, the tails of her crimson headband fluttering in the gentle breeze. Midnight-black bangs caressed her cheeks, as Tomoe shifted, subtly, the white sash of her obi cinched tight about her slim waist, accentuating the full swell of her proud bust. Home. The shrine she'd guarded, for all of her young life, lay far away through the forest. The long, long journey awaited her, though she showed no sign of stirring. These moments of tranquility were few and far between, after all... And it would do her good to cleanse her mind, to contemplate all she'd seen and done in the Queen's Blade, so recently ended. There was a low rasp of fabric, as her sleek thighs ground lightly together, her eyes squeezing shut again. Sinking more deeply into her meditation, now, her curvy form unclenching as the stress, the tension of the last few days streamed away from her, like muck from a glistening jewel... Heedless of movement in the woods around her...

This was the absolute last time that Charlone was going to take on a mission of her own, regardless of who asked her or what the perks were. Simply because the commander of the Unicorn Knights had casually mentioned that a set of ruins should be explored, and that Wein and Hans were heading that way, did not mean that Charlone should follow. Now she found herself lost, alone, tired, and slightly wounded in the middle of what looked to be a labyrinth. An arrow was knocked on her bow, and she held the string loosely, eyes casting about for any signs of movement. She could tell that most of her magic, her strongest suit, had already been drained. She'd have to rely on her slow, long-distance attacks to manage it. "This is the last time I agree to split up," she muttered. If she'd gone with Hans, as the latter had suggested, then maybe she'd be alright. But instead she'd insisted that she could go alone, just like Wein did. Sometimes, her pride got the better of her. She sighed, moving one hand from the string of her bow to rub at the bridge of her nose. You'd think that after all this time Hans wouldn't get to her. "At least nothing's showed up recently," she admitted. She relaxed slightly, though her eyes continued to dart about. "I'd hate to encounter something now. I'd probably have to run from it." Which would be embarrassing to have to admit. Hans wouldn't let her live it down for weeks...

In the deep, dark ruins, something...lurked. Well, perhaps 'cowered' would have been a better word- Because, though eyes like wedges of overripe lemon watched from the safety of the treeline, they weren't the sharp slits of a prowling predator or even an orc's malicious gaze... No, it was the cringing, decidedly unnerved gaze of a goblin. Pressed flat on his scrawny chest, Nbox Muckshade sighed- very, very shallowly- absently scratching beneath his grubby, stained loincloth; His yellowed teeth chewed on his lip reflectively as the runty creature crouched amidst the fallen statuary, wondering exactly what he'd seen... He hadn't *wanted* to go hunting, this watch. But the Boss had said "GO!" to ol' Grimgaw Giantdread, and Grimgaw had said "GO!" to him- The smallest goblin in the group. "Nbox allaways get da lousy job," he'd grunted, wrinkling his ugly little face...But there'd been no help for it, and off he'd gone. Nbox'd hoped to blowpipe some woodgrouse, maybe dig up some roots and tubers...Of course, he hadn't expected *this!* The goblin had heard the footsteps, and wisely, Nbox had *hid*...Giving him a chance to get a good, long look at the 'oomie... And, by Mork, what a 'oomie she was. The little goblin's eyes had gone wide as saucers, his greedy gaze feasting on her curvy form- He'd immediately noticed how different she looked compared to the other humans who usually passed through here...Nasty, loud people they were, always armed with big, hurty swords and shiny magics. In fact...This was one of the first times he'd seen a human without those shiny steel clothes! So far, the humie- Funny teeth, she had- had wandered around a bit, rubbing at her nicely rounded behind (gulp). She didn't look happy...But since when were 'oomies ever happy? Nbox knew he should head back to tell the Boss about it- Still, the 'oomie looked mighty tempting, and he'd carried a full bandolier of darts today... Carefully, the goblin unslung his blowpipe, placing it to his lips, the fine dart- Tipped with a slow-acting paralysis poison - already nestled within. He'd sting the 'oomie first, then step out to see what she wanted...

A small, hooded figure walked through the sand slowly, methodically, heading straight towards Mos Eisley. A sandstorm was brewing, the wind whipping this way and that as the young girl made her way to the space port. Lara was a beautiful girl, and that was clear once she got into Eisely. The robe dropped off of her, revealing a tight robe that clung to her frame. She wasn't wearing bottoms, but luckily, the robe acted more like a dress than anything. She had black curly hair that brushed against her shoulders, pale green eyes, pale skin, and a smile that could make even Emperor Palpatine smile for at least a few minutes. A few of the alien creatures turned to look at the girl, but she paid no mind, only headed to the bar before speaking quietly to the bartender. "I need a smuggler. One who won't ask questions." He pointed off towards a corner of the bar, the girl nodding and walking over before dropping a bag of credits on the man's table. "I need you to take me somewhere. I'll pay 25,000 now, and another ten when we make it. If you accept, you'll know the location once we get to the ship. It's far too crowded in here to risk saying anything. What do you say, can you do this for me?"

Arden looked up from his drink as he saw a bag drop onto his table. From the sound of it, it contained money. That was good. He liked money. He looked up at the person who had dropped it. It was an attractive young girl. This was getting even better. Now he just needed her to take off her clothes and his day would be perfect. Of course, he knew he would be dreaming since things like that never happened to him. She did want to hire him though. All he had to do was take her somewhere. That seemed easy, but maybe a little too easy. He looked at her carefully. She didn't seem to be a fugitive. He could be wrong, but he didn't want any Empire ships stopping him and searching his ship. He leaned back and thought about it for a few moments. He took a sip of his drink before looking up at her again. He then looked down at the money and back up at her. He smiled. "Follow me." was all he said. He got up from the table and placed a few coins down to pay for his drink. He left the tavern without even looking back to see if the girl was following. He stepped out onto the streets and turned toward the nearest space port. He walked along at his own pace, never looking back to check on the girl. He had to make it look as if he didn't even know she was there. He didn't know who she was or why she needed him, but she might have people following her. He had to be careful. As he walked, he ran a hand through his black hair. There was a sparkle in his blue eyes as he winked at a pretty girl he passed. He was 6'2" with a broad frame. He was strong, but not overly muscular. His skin was lightly tanned. He wore dark brown pants and a black vest. The vest just covered his chest and stomach, having no sleeves. He arrived at the space port and entered the hangar where his ship was located. He loved that ship, the Phoenix Flame. It was a custom-designed smuggling ship. It had one main area in the center that contained a small galley, a sitting room, a bedroom with a small bed, two gun emplacements on the front on the left and right with a very wide range of motion, as well as one at the back. The bridge was simple with just two seats at the very front of the ship. On either side it branched out slightly and led to a pair of large engines. They only appeared large though. The main thing about it was that the engines were only about a third the size that they appeared from the outside. Yet they could power the ship to speeds that normal engines that size could. The rest of the space inside the engine housing was perfect for hiding things. No one ever searches inside engines. Other hiding places included a very well sealed compartment beneath the bed, open spaces above cockpit control panels, and some compartments on the outside of the ship, only accessible from outside. The ship was designed for speed in both space and planetary atmospheres. He turned around to see if the girl had followed him the entire way. He had no doubts that she had. It was not likely for someone to not follow a person they hired to take them somewhere. The only problem was if she had lost him in the crowd.

Oh, Roxas could kill that motherfucker. How could that fucking redhead cheat on him with that slutty cheerleader? More importantly, how could everyone in the school but Roxas know about it? Oh, how it made his blood boil with all the rage and anger he felt at the moment. He wanted to take a knife and carve into Axel's ass like a turkey on Thanksgiving, but sadly that was illegal. The boy stomped through the hallway to his next class, having just left lunch where he punched Axel in the face after hearing the news of him sleeping with the slutty cheerleader, the one who probably had urinary tract infection, or at least the blonde had hoped so. He wanted Axel to feel massive amounts of pain for what he had done, the black eye he had given him being not enough. The small blonde noticed his fist was still clenched from when he had done the glorious deed of punching the cheating bastard in the face earlier only after he shoved a freshman out of the way and into the locker, producing a small dent from where his face landed. Hey, it was his fault, the boy shouted for everyone to "fucking move" when he exited the lunchroom, the glass on the door cracking a bit as he did so. Suddenly, Roxas heard a fit of giggles from a trio of girls down the hallway and stalked over to them, glaring at them. "So, you think it's fucking funny, do you?!" He shouted at them. "You think it's funny that EVERYONE but little old me knew about Axel fucking the whore? Well, fuck you, you stupid cunts!" Obviously, the boy was a bit...um, what's the word? Angry. He had every right to be, of course, Axel had slept with another person, a woman, no less. Roxas stalked off into his last period class, his teacher looking at him as he entered. "Roxas, you look a bit angry, what happened?" The blond only glared at his teacher as he took his seat. "Oh, did you finally find out about Axel?" He questioned, shuffling some papers in his hands. The blond's mouth dropped a bit, even his teacher knew Axel was cheating on him? No fucking way, this was ridiculous. He was truly the only one in the entire school to not know his boyfriend was sleeping with the cheerleader. Oh, this was the most embarrassing day of his life. Sadly, it was about to get worse, seeing as he shared his final period with Axel, who's seat was right next to his. Fucking great.

Hell, he never knew Roxas could punch so hard. When the squirt literally knocked him off of his feet, he felt as though temporarily lost his ability to see out of his left eye. He expected a weak shove, slap to the face, a kick to the shin, or all of the above, but he definitely didn't expect for the tiny blond to land such a skilled swing into his oh-so-handsome face! He didn't know his punishments would come around so cruelly, but when they did, he felt an incredible wave of guilt completely wash out his insides. His boyfriend of nearly two years, Roxas, actually dumped him because he so happened to have gotten a bit tipsy one night with a cheerleader. It wasn't his fault that he was almost knocked unconscious by the drink she offered! Hell, he was a boy, too! If his hormones were on a roll, there was no stopping him when there was a good fuck waiting for him in bed. But Roxas wasn't so merciful, even when he tried to reason that it wasn't his choice to have knocked her up. Nothing got through that pissy kid. And sometimes, he wondered if he had been dating a girl all along. But then again, a girl couldn't have punched this forcefully. Covering his bruised eye, he scurried into the nearest restroom to treat his wound, hidden from any prying hyenas who wanted a chance to see his demise in person. The black eye wasn't too serious, but it did leave a nasty purple spot under his tear ledges. Axel nearly shattered the restroom mirror into pieces. Then, as he clumbered out of the public bathroom with a wet paper towel clutched to the side of his face, he was faced with Lenina, the cheerleader whom was responsible for this whole rendezvous. Then, as if this whole incident were his fault, the girl shot her knee up his crotch, sending him into a second hell that refused to leave him, even as he fell to the ground in complete agony. He limped to the nurse's office, where he received a full lecture about faithfulness from the assistant there who treated the purplish ring around his eye. Then, he sulked into class. He was just about as pissed off about everything as Roxas was. So as soon as he entered class, he threw his backpack on the ground and plopped into his seat, lazily sprawling his limbs out. He slumped his posture and threw his head back, muttering incoherent swear words under his breath. Fucking Roxas. Fucking cheerleader. He didn't need them all. Well, maybe he didn't need Lenina, but ... Roxas ? Hnnn. It was totally awkward to sit right next to his ex-boyfriend, really. He was just about to request a seating change, but he decided to ignore him instead. Axel wanted to speak to him, but why risk getting another black eye? Things would change dramatically from now on. They wouldn't be able to kiss each other across the seat... pass notes during lectures... fool off together during lab assignments... and Axel would have to find another kid to cheat off of. Axel messed up the cinnamon red hair on the back of his head, grunting in frustration. And with an inward sigh, he turned to face his ex-lover, leaning in ever so slightly as if a bit frightened that Roxas would lash at him again, "Now, come on, Roxas baby! This was all a mistake! A big misunderstanding! I was drunk! You of all people should understand me!"

Karin Kurosaki sighed as she stopped at the entrance to the park, grumbling as she looked in. As usual, the lights along the path were out, leaving the park in near total darkness. Still, it would cut a good 20 minutes off her walk home. "Geez....why'd I have to stay and practice soccer for so long...?" The girl folded her arms, glanced around, and shrugged her shoulders before setting off through the park. "Screw it, I wanna get home, and it's not like anything is gonna happen," she thought. "I can take care of myself." The girl ran a hand through her black hair, adjusted her bag on her shoulders, and continued on her way. Things in town had settled down in the past few years, and Karin was now 13 years old, nearly 14, and life was finally back to normal. No weird Hollows running all over the place or Shinigami dashing around. Finally, this was a normal town and Karin was living a normal life.... well, as normal as she could get with her father anyway. So deep in thought was she that she was paying little, if any, attention to her surroundings, just following the dark path through the park.

It wasn't like everything was back to normal. At least, nothing was coming from the other side for now. He was a wolf spirit that had taken a human's body and melded it to his own purposes. Of course, in the process of doing so, he'd killed the human and consumed his spirit. Not that he much cared about some petty human and no one missed him. So, even though he walked like a human, talked like a human, had arms and legs and fingers, he also had padded paws and claws on his hands and feet, fur covering his body and the muzzle of a wolf. People always thought that humans became wolves at the sight of full moons, but it was really spirits that came out, taking the human's body and soul. This girl wasn't exactly hard to find. She'd wandered into his forest and gave off a rather unique spiritual pressure. Stalking after her, his tail swayed behind him. Sneaking after her, he'd found a young girl. She was rather cute for a human. Maybe he'd keep this one as a toy instead of flat out eating her. Sneaking up behind her, the last thing she'd remember is a hard thunk on the head before waking up on a rather lavish bed in a dimly lit, but broad and spacious cave.

Lulu waited patiently, Magic Cactuar held loosely in her arms as she waited for the group to return. Lacking the money for an inn, they'd decided to camp out; several had been sent out hunting, while the others had gone on to stock up on supplies such as Phoenix Downs and the like. Only Rikku and Yuna had stayed behind while the others went off to their respective tasks, and after pitching the tent, they'd gone to bed. Lulu, meanwhile, had the esteemed task of watching their things, assured of the fact that she, as well as Rikku and Yuna, could take out any regular monster that might happen upon their little camp. Slender, pale hands smoothed silky black hair away from her face, darkly colored lips parted in a sigh. She was incredibly, woefully bored.

From just inside the forest that surrounded, a gelatinous shape peered out at the busty goddess. While just a monster, its instinctual arousal was clear, and it was indeed attracted by her... gifts. Sliding without a sound, it began to slowly make its way closer and closer to the lone woman who loomed over it. The monster didn't appear very big at all; in fact, it looked like it was just a baby Flan. But this was actually a bit of a defense maneuver - it did this to lull its prey into a false sense of security, which it would then transform itself to normal size and easily devour anything that challenged. Its full size was actually almost as tall as a human. And in fact, it could also change itself into a somewhat human-looking form. It used that when it got a taste for human women, this not being the first time it had set its sights on a sexy human female. As it got within a few feet of her, it stopped, its shape growing and expanding, taking on its humanoid shape before moving yet closer to the unexpected woman, its "hands" reaching out as it got just within reach of her.

The fresh smell of clean air, the soft chirping of birds, a beautiful blue sky with scattered clouds. Everything seemed perfect, or at least Alvin thought so. Alvin was a young teen, at what he considered the peak of his life, sixteen. Today was his birthday, and he was finally able to leave into the world, and be a tamer if he wanted. Though many perused it, he didn't really want that, he just wanted to be with one girl. The one Pokegirl who had captivated his heart already, even so if people might shun that. He didn't care, the rush of wind past him returning him to the real world. The forest around him, this was no place for him to day dream. After all he didn't want to get lost, if so he would never find his way out. His hand rested against a limp tree, this was the third marker he had to remember how to get to there secret place. It was as he was told in between His home town and her village. Even so it was deep into the forest, it would be at least a half a day or more to get from one place to the other, at least that's what Eva had told him. As he rested he began to day dream, for one reason or another his mind drifted to pokegirl match's. The sweat, the grind the moaning and groaning, before long he had a erection. Realizing it he shook it off, "N..No time for that! I gotta get moving or all be late!" Alvin muttered to himself running off before long, getting his mind off of other 'things'. It didn't take him long before he got to the entrance cave. Taking a short break he began in without much hesitation walking in the dark, he had memorized this entire path way, to each crease in the floor, to each rock, or at least the best he possibly could. "Eva!" Alven called out as he skid down a slope right into the light, shielding his eyes where they could have time to adjust.

The girl he was looking for was right there with him already. She quickly walked up to him from behind, jumping on him and wrapping her arms tightly around him. "Ha! You're late Alvin! That's not like you at all!" She gave him a tight squeeze. "Ack! Eva! You're squeezing too hard!" "Huh? Did my voice sound awfully feminine?" Eva's eyes slowly fluttered open, her eyes slowly adjusting to the sunlight. The young Eevee girl could see that she had her arms wrapped tightly around her older sister Luna, who was an Umbreon girl. "Ah! I'm so sorry! Are you okay Luna?" she asked, letting go of her. She sat up while her sister turned to face her. "Yeah...just caught me by surprise. It doesn't matter though, I need to get up anyway instead of staying in bed all day." She patted Eva's head gently before heading out of the room. Eva hopped out of bed and decided to head out again. It was then that she remembered her friend Alvin was going to go visit her again. She felt much happier after that dream, and she couldn't wait to see him again. After telling Luna, she was off deep into the forest to look for him. She knew she'd have to find him fast since he didn't completely know his way around here. Eva could have passed as human if it weren't for her Pokemon-like qualities. She had long brown hair that reached down to her waist, and she even had a pair of ears and bushy tail. As of now, she was wearing a brown button-up shirt with a black skirt. Another one of her sisters had put a scarf around her neck since it was a little chilly. Of course, in this human form she could easily get sick. She came up to the cave where she had met Alvin before, almost entering inside until she heard his voice coming from inside. A sly little grin came onto her face as she decided to try and startle him somehow. She swiftly climbed up onto the top of the opening, waiting until she saw him appear. She went to jump, except her foot slipped on the rock, causing her to tumble forward on top of him. At least he would break her fall. "Owie...ah! Alvin! Are you okay?"

It was a dark world, these days. It seemed to rain more. Luxuries were more expensive, crime more common, the streets dirtier, the deaths more unpleasant, life harder and meaner and more violent. This room seemed to be a strong example of the new world. Peeling wallpaper, grime and a bare mattress, tattered condom wrappers and suspicious stains on the sheets. It's a hard place to wake up, especially when memories of how one got there are vague. A memory of a bite on the neck, sore for a second, and then blissful. Memories of sweaty, smooth bodies... or was that from before? A fever, like a fire inside, and strange voices. A door crashing open, the grunts and thuds of a struggle, and then a scream and the hiss of a sudden, furious fire. And now... an awakening into darkness, the room dim but still somehow bright, and the distant scream and clatter of a train thundering past.

Cici rubbed her head, moaning lightly at the headache. Okay. Think. Cute girl, kinda pale. Wanted to get it on. She wasn't waking up in a tub full of ice, that was good. No new scars that she could find. Wallet still there, backpack still there with her paint and markers, her gun still on the bedside table. First clothes, then delicious coffee to make this splitting, head-pounding pain go away, then finding out what the hell's going on. Standing up, she was still a bit wobbly, but steady enough to dress herself. She'd decided to forgo any undergarments tonight, instead going with a pair of tight jeans, a plain t-shirt, her boots, and her hoodie. She wasn't even going to ask why the hell there was a pile of ash on the bed. Usually better not to ask those sorts of questions. "Suddenly casual sex doesn't seem like a good idea," she said aloud to herself, finishing getting dressed by putting on her holster.

"Good game," young, very skilled duelist Alexis Rhodes said to her opponent as her latest duel came to an end, cheers erupting among the crowd of fellow Academy students who were in the stands watching the duel. Her duels were always packed like this. It wasn't surprising, considering how popular and beautiful she was. Who wouldn't love a sexy female duelist with massive melons and a great pair of legs ending at an amazing ass? She was liked by both students and teachers alike... especially the males. She was the object of lust for many a male in the academy. Many had tried to... well, you know what they say about the best laid plans. She was more into dueling than dating. Still, it didn't stop the many suitors she had from trying to get into those much-desired panties. As she headed down the ramp, leading from the arena floor, most of the male student body had their eyes either locked on her ass or her breasts.

Watching a good duel was always fun, especially to a new student at the Academy. Ritoru just arrived at the duel school just a few weeks ago, and he already loved it more than regular boring school. Ritoru was a bit... different from other people in his class, for he was a dwarf that stood exactly four feet tall. But that didn't stop him from dueling, which he was pretty good at. He nailed the practical part of his entrance exam, but he got a zero on the written test. Which made him wind up in the red dorms. He didn't mind; he was enjoying this school way too much. Ritoru moved his black hair out of the way, as he watched a duel finish up. Even though he had only attended school for a short period, he knew who that girl was - Alexis, quite possibly the hottest girl in the world. His eyes never left her perfect breasts. He wanted her to be his, but he knew he would have some competition. The dwarf decided that he might as well talk to her, if he didn't then he'd never get the chance to be with her. Ritoru rushed over to where Alexis was walking and stopped beside her. "Hey, good duel there. You really kicked butt." He didn't know what else to say, talking to hot girls wasn't his strong suit.