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Saber polished her blade. The time would come soon, it always did. The summoning would happen and she would once again become the extension of someone's fist. She was the mighty blade that struck down every foe who dared to stand in front of her Master. She had to be ready for that end. To that end, she practiced daily and spent her evenings sharpening and polishing her blade. The summoning would come and when it did, she would be ready. Except, she wasn't. Saber wasn't ready to be summoned into the bedroom of a teenaged boy. She wasn't ready for the shock of morally suspicious magazines and posters. She wasn't ready for his jaw dropping average-ness. She wasn't ready for what had to be done next, but she was bound by oath to say it. Saber squared her jaw and stepped from the summoning circle. She looked her new Master straight in the eyes. He couldn't have been more than 19. Her gaze remained stern as she pulled her sword and sheath from her hip and planted the tip into the floorboards in front of her. Then she knelt. Her hands clutched the handle and she knelt down on one knee before her new Master. "Greetings Master. The ritual is complete. I, Saber, have been summoned. I am an extension of your will and a slave to your bidding. Whatever you command of me shall be done. I am solely yours until you dismiss me or perish. What is your bidding?

Shinji Matou had a large grin on his face as he laughed slightly; he had done it, he had summoned the most powerful class of Servant and now his victory in the Grail War was basically assured. As he watched his Servant swear her allegiance to him, he walked around her, inspecting her as he licked his lips. She seemed like a battle-hardened warrior but she was still a cute woman...one with a very tempting body indeed. Already, lewd thoughts were forming in his head about the many things he would do with her and her body while she was his. "I am glad to see you understand your place, Saber. I am your Master, Shinji Matou. I want you to tell me your true name and strip. I want to inspect your body to insure that there was nothing faulty during the summoning." Shinji spoke with a smirk as his eyes sparkled with a clearly lustful intent; there was a bulge beginning to grow in his pants already and the size and thickness was impressive from even a distance from what Saber could see.

Being the Princess of the Sun was a glorious thing. When everypony looked up to you, it was hard not to be filled with pride. Not so much pride at oneself but rather pride at seeing how those you served grew and developed into their own. Seeing a young foal go from barely able to stand on her legs to a powerful speaker and leader was one of the most satisfying things in Celestia's life. She had seen it firsthand with her own star pupil and her friends. Yet it wasn't just there that the seeds of growth she helped to plant grew. Many of those in her court she had known since they were starting out, and now she had cultivated a castle filled with those that she could trust, rely on, and call upon when needed. Unfortunately, there were things that she couldn't call upon her friends nor her underlings to help solve for her. Currently, a pony named Sunny Shores was standing in front of a strange shop. The mare stood slightly shorter than the average pony, with a pure white coat and pink hair that was drawn back into braids. Her eyes were a shining blue, and her tail was cut short and perked upwards. She had on a very plain light yellow sundress, one that was just common enough not to draw attention, yet fashionable enough to travel through the streets of Canterlot without looking out of place. She had on a large brown rimmed hat and pink sunglasses, along with small high heels that clacked as she walked. It seemed she was going more for the 'innocent mare on the street' feeling, which worked out well for her since she was going anywhere but innocent. With a small inhale, "Sunny" stepped forward and gently opened the door to the shop. There was an electric tingle that went through her as she did. She was about to embark on something rather risque for anypony, let alone a Princess. She was about to go into something that she hadn't indulged in far too long: desire. If this mare she was recommended to was to show her anything, it would be something that she had desperately lacked in her own life: true, and complete, submission. With one more sigh, she opened up the door to the shop and stepped inside. @Deante

And as "Sunny" went through the door, a chipper bell jangled. At first glance, The Gilded Bridle seemed like just another clothier or perhaps an eccentric boutique selling fancy hauling tack. But upon closer inspection, it wasn't until one saw that those weren't tops but corsets, those straps and nuckles weren't for pulling heavy things but holding one down. Still, the place was decorated welcomingly, albeit with a few darker colors than was typical. The layout was much like a wagon wheel, the central area wide and filled with more pedestrian lingerie and corsetry, while the spokes of the wheel were alcoves outfitted with all manner of leather gear. Tall, shiny boots here, a full hood there, and in between were things that only an experienced pony could identify. In the back, a small sign reading "Toys" pointed up the stairs. That was where the knock of steps came from. "One moment!" called the rich voice from above, and soon a mare appeared, trotting quickly down. Her coat a dark plum while her mane and tail were both a brilliant silver, the former styled to drape down to bubble down the left side of her face. Her lean figure was presented politely in a burgundy leather vest, contrasting with the bright and colorful gypsy skirt that danced around long legs as she came down. The unicorn's violet eyes brightened at the sight of Sunny. "Well hello." The offered smile was welcoming, reassuring. This was someone she'd never seen before, one who looked downright demure, and she didn't want to scare a curious mare off. "How can I help you?

You heard me the first time!" Hermione snapped at the pale blonde boy standing in front of her. It was already utterly humiliating that she'd had to say it the first time, enough to inflame her usually pale cheeks, pink threatening to fill in the freckles between. She tucked a loose strand of her curly light brown hair behind an ear, feeling incredibly self-conscious. Perhaps realizing that biting the boy's head off when she desperately needed his help, she shifted awkwardly. A lip went between teeth for a few moments as she tried to gather herself: "Sex with Ron has been incredibly lackluster, and everyone says that you're one of the best at... sex in Hogwarts. So I want us to start... sleeping together so that I can figure out what's wrong." Even saying the words made Hermione's gut twist into knots. It sounded crazy, but she was counting on Malfoy to not think much beyond his dick. She knew that he hated her; the feeling was very much mutual. But he was still very much a male, and she had pulled out all the stops to make herself look quite appealing when she put in the effort. She'd done it before, during the Yule Ball, applying several charms to tame her usually wild curls. Expertly applied makeup helped enhance her already pleasing features, which had a nice mixture of the girl next door quality and classic beauty. The freckles certainly helped, which seemed to grow more intense with embarrassment, as did the expressive brown eyes. She may not be overly busty, but her breasts were still perky and firm. Even with the Hogwarts uniform, it was quite clear the eighteen year old girl was quite a beauty. And it was quite well known that she was dating Ron Weasley, who, along with his best friend Harry Potter, were currently not at the school finishing up their education. The Ministry of Magic had offered them an early admission into the Auror program as a result of everything they'd done fighting Voldemort. They'd greedily taken it, but Hermione had been determined to give her education the proper finish. That did mean she was technically an eighth year taking her seventh year studies, including some advanced bits, but considering that she was one of the Heroes of Hogwarts, she got some leeway. That she also happened to be the Smartest Witch of her Generation probably didn't hurt matters either. Yes, the Dark Lord had been defeated, supposedly for good, and all should be well. Except it was never that easy. They'd recently found out that Voldemort could potentially use Harry to reenter the world. He'd cast a fail safe spell that came into effect the first time Harry had actually slept with someone, which struck everyone as a bit odd, but definitely sneaky. Apparently the idea was that he could possess Harry, impregnate a witch, and be birthed back into the world. Obviously they couldn't do this, so Hermione had delved into forbidden magicks to come up with a plan. She'd countered the curse with one of her own. Supposedly it would allow her own dark emotions to help siphon off Harry's, since she'd done the casting. What she hadn't counted on was that it apparently worked best and counted for sex. And for some reason, the spell had gotten further tangled. It would work the best if she slept with the person whom Harry had felt great animosity toward. Snape and Voldemort were both dead, which left only the blonde Slytherin "prince," Draco Malfoy. Put simply: in order to keep Voldemort sealed for good, to help Harry and Ginny have a happy future, and to keep the wizarding world safe, Hermione Granger had to fuck Draco Malfoy. Which is why she had sent him a message to meet her in the Room of Requirement, which had been... more accommodating than she liked. The closet full of skimpy clothing that perfectly fit her was unnerving enough ,but the various chests of... tools had been outright horrifying. She'd had to research some, and found herself almost tempted to try one or two on her own. There were some quite clever devices in there. At least the room had produced a rather spacious and comfortable bed. Hermione didn't want to think about the obvious shackles placed in key areas to bind someone, or the fact that in addition to the bed, there were several other bits of furniture in all shapes and sizes. Put simply, even an idiot would be able to tell that the room had been shaped for sex. But it was a little unnerving just how far it had gone. Supposedly the room reacted to need... did... did this mean that Hermione wouldneed to use all this? A thought best left for later. For now, she had to fully convince Draco of this whole... thing.

Draco Malfoy had clearly heard Hermione the first time, but he simply had to hear her say it again. His trademark sneer was on his face as he listened to her stammer out her request for a second time, enjoying every delicious second of her blushing, fidgeting and squirming discomfort. She was a better actress than he imagined; she almost sounded as if she was serious! Draco snorted, his pale grey eyes dancing around the oddly decorated Room of Requirements. Someone had evidently gone out of their way with this prank, including thinking up a "need" that would generate a bed, complete with the restraints, his favorite adjustable riding table (the kind for riding girls, not horses, of course), various other pieces of sexual paraphernalia that frankly he was curious to explore, and what looked like chests of sex toys and dressers of slutty clothing. Who put you up to this, Granger? Draco said, the dry chuckle he gave her left no doubt he was on to the joke. A thought popped into his head and his eyes narrowed. Or is it Pansy? How did you get ahold of some polyjuice potion, you dirty whore? Pansy was quite bitter now that hed found a number of new and sluttier Slytherin girls to help satiate his needs and she wasn't sharing his bed as often as before. A scowl appeared. It better not be Goyle, for that matter, that would be just creepy. Returning to Hogwarts for his final year had been a test of ego for Draco. After the defeat of Voldemort and with his and his family's name tarnished by association with the Death Eaters, the easier thing would have been to finish his studies at Malfoy Manor quietly and out of public scrutiny. Yet, despite what his critics said, notably Potters Mud, no she was Potter's Muggle-born sidekick now, that stood before him, he did care about Hogwarts and Slytherin in particular, and with his beloved House in shambles after the Battle of Hogwarts, he felt it his duty to return and attempt to restore honor to Slytherin by showing that crimes could be forgiven, and that Slytherins could still make the right choice. Of course, hed taken solace in the fact that Harry and Ron were not returning, choosing instead to become Aurors, so he wouldn't have to see their smug faces or watch them be worshipped by the students and faculty alike for an entire year. Draco and the Malfoys had played a pivotal role in defeating Voldemort, yet no one lauded them as heroes! Instead, he knew they whispered slurs behind his back about how hed disarmed Dumbledore on behalf of the Death Eaters. He hoped Hermione would skip the final year as well, so the trio would be out of mind, but evidently, despite the fact she could ace her final O.W.L.s easily, she decided to return to get her official diploma in typical overachieving fashion. Well, at least to date they'd been civil, if a bit cool to each other. Still, as he studied Hermiones embarrassed face, he felt a little heat rise in his loins at the idea of fucking her, joke or not. Draco was a lusty young man and as much as he wished that Hermione was as unattractive as she was annoying, he couldn't deny she had a certain innocent beauty that caught his eye. Today in particular it looked like shed done herself up a bit more than usual, her disgusting rats nest of curls was somehow tamed into luxurious waves, and she'd put on more makeup than normal, giving her fresh and natural face a sluttier appearance that Draco actually found quite appealing. He ran his hand through his silver blonde hair as he thought about how to respond, and then the sneer returned. Lets see where this goes, even if shes trying to play me for the fool. I don't know your game yet, Granger, said Draco, a smug look on his face. But your lackluster sex is no doubt because its with Ron Weasley. If you are serious, which I still highly doubt, Ill gladly show you what its like to be fucked by a real Pureblood, although its likely youll never look at your freckle-faced, penniless boyfriend again after me. He paused, expecting some punchline or surprise after he'd agreed. And if you are still serious, you have to ask me for real. For my girls, that means getting down on their knees, taking off that sweater and shirt, and showing me those Muggle titties youve been hiding from me all these years. Then, and only then, ask me to teach you how to fuck. There, that command would flush out whether she was pulling his leg. And if she wasn't, well she would hopefully be pulling something else very shortly.

Cracked roads, weary old walls and a poorly groomed architecture to crowd the territory; gothic ambience of Gotham certainly displayed a major divergence from the city that housed the iconic T shaped building where the titans operated from. A less intruding city for sure. And a lack of sunlight at these later hours of the night wasnt enough to hide this large towns infamous corruption. Even the mere act of walking through its shady alleys made the young heroine feel dirty. Although she could be considered to be foreign to Gotham, the young woman was acquainted with crime and misdeeds, which this place had a dark reputation for offering plenty. Appearance-wise, the pale titan, who paid the city a hopefully short-term visit, did actually fit Gothams dark nights rather well. Distinct moodiness that accompanied her presence blended in with the musky environment as if the 20-year-old crime fighter belonged here. Especially after dusk, the smart move would have been to stay away from suspicious dark corners of the town. A good advice the titan, who travelled alone, didn't necessarily need to follow. She wasn't scared to venture deep. After all, she was no ordinary citizen or human for that matter. A demonic heritage crawled under her skin, Raven packed a surprisingly hard punch. Not in a literal sense perhaps, since her petite frame imposed no real physical threat, but the powerful magic she possessed made her a considerable opponent. Thanks to the mystical abilities she had, the blue-haired demon hybrid would consider herself to be the strongest among her own band of heroes. Plenty of arrogance came with her powers. Enough reason to make her think that any lowly outlaw who ran wild in this place was just out of her league. Her pale legs shone out in darkness, giving the night some contrast whenever she took a step forward. Muddy water splashed under one of her boots as Raven stepped on a small puddle. Wonderful She paused to look down for a second. Her costume didn't hinder her motion as the blue-haired heroine kept moving. A dark leotard hugged her form closely and left her pretty legs bare. Tight fabric of her costume took the shape of her alluring frame, following her soft curves to define them rather well. They were not open to a bystander's admiration though. A hooded cloak draped over her shoulders and curtained the pleasant view of her lithe body. In this shady part of the city, where the narrow alleyways formed a complex maze, it was easy to get lost. Every building Raven walked by looked like the next. They all looked very similar to each other in fact. Her immediate mission was to uncover a villain's malignant plans. An evil project that could spread beyond Gotham's borders. A side objective would be making one of the villain's goons talk. Unlike others, the young heroine didn't opt to use a map or a technological gizmo to find her way around. She trusted her senses and liked to follow her instincts. Tonight too, they wouldn't let her down. Her violet eyes examined a distinct figure in the distance. Interesting. The young heroine talked to herself. Under the moonlight, she began to follow him, not feeling the need to hide her presence behind the man. Unhurried steps of the woman led her to a dead end where her target stood. Isn't it past your bedtime? Soft thuds of her boots stopped a few feet away from the figure. Want me to tell you a story? Although the heroine didn't stand tall, her confidence made up for that, almost.

It took a while for him to find it, but after fumbling around the darkness of the alley, he finally felt the mark on the wall signifying the drop was here. Crouching down, he coughed into his hands before feeling the brick around mark.Two bricks left, one brick down.He repeated the code to himself in his head, his fingers tracing to the left, feeling the edge of the next brick, then the next.Two bricks left, one brick down.Moving his fingers down on brick, he felt it shift as he pressed against it. Yes, this was it. Pushing it in, he felt a contraption click and a small hatch beneath his fingers opened. Inside was the package his boss wanted. After carefully placing it into his duffle bag,Sethplaced the brick back into place. He wore a black jacket over his brown t-shirt. He disliked the typical hooded jacket the other henchmen went for, as he thought it made them look obviously shady. At least he could pretend to look good and normal instead of like a street thug. Looking behind him, he saw nothing, met with only the dark silence of the alley. Good. Sighing in relief, he breathed heavily for a few seconds before going back up and towards the main streets. He had to make it back as soon as possible, but he didn't want to attract any attention running around the backalleys at this time of the night. He had an important package on him, one that could secure his promotion once he delivered it safely. It had taken him months to get to this rank within the organisation, and he wasn't going to let a small or stupid mistake cost him all the hard work he had done. He only got one step forward when the figure appeared in front of him.Wha-Who the hell was this?He was surprised at the feminine voice that rang out. He looked up to see hooded figure, her womanly outline clear even in the darkness.Oh no, was this one of them superheroes the boss always talked about? "Wha-what do you mean, I was just heading back home." His body was unconsciously shrinking in her presence. There was something mysterious and dangerous about her that he really didn't want to find out about. No normal woman would dress like that with a leotard and cape. As he looked down to avoid her eyes, he glimpsed her smooth, pale legs. Mesmerised by them, he stared for a few seconds before blinking away. "Did you want something from me?" He asked. He was going to play off his innocence. He didn't see and hear anyone when he entered the alley, so he was sure she didn't know what he was up to. She probably stopped him just because he was acting shady in the middle of the night. "I couldn't sleep so I just came out for some fresh air.

Fire Emblem: Three Houses Fan-Fiction Written by: Chevalier & Spark The reception hall had been transformed, the massiveness of the room starkly obvious as the tables and benches - traditionally available as a place for the students to study and socialize - were cleared away for the Garreg Mach Ball. The event was widely anticipated by the students, who no doubt needed a break from the dark reality of the day. The magic of a formal affair brought an energy of levity: even the candles upon the chandeliers seemed to burn brighter than usual, the flicker of the flames glimmering upon the expanse of freshly polished marble tiles. Two hundred officer's academy students socialized and drank champagne, their mass comfortably lining the walls without encroaching upon the dance floor that was the center of the room. Tonight, the student body collectively managed to forget the lurking dangers of their unknown enemy. Tonight there would be music, and dancing, and drinks... Tonight, Remire Village was forgotten. Byleth remained a casual observer of the event, easily assuming the chaperone role that was expected of a professor. She watched with mild interest as the stringed instruments began to play ballroom music, queuing a minority of the young men present to bravely invite their favored lady to dance. The former mercenary couldn't claim to know most of the students in attendance: as she watched those gracefully moving about the center of the room, she was only able to identify Edelgard and Dimitri: both of whom danced with strangers, so far as the professor could tell. Her gaze could not help but attach to the two of several dozen she could recognize. Her attention was suddenly brought back to her immediate surroundings, Claude approaching with an easy smile upon his lips. He winked as he reached out and grabbed the hand of the Blue Lion's professor. She was unable to resist as he led her to the dance floor: once arrived, the charming and confident house leader showed great talent, managing to successfully lead Byleth in a graceful dance despite her lack for previous instruction on the ritual. It was easy enough to enjoy Claude's company, but... After their dance, Byleth thanked him in her usual monotonous way, unceremoniously taking her leave thereafter. She stepped away from the crowds, out the double door that opened out to the courtyard. The crisp night air filled her lungs and she held a breath for a moment before giving and long and slow exhalation. Sea-blue eyes scanned the exterior of the building, taking note of the presence of several lingering students, none of them known to her. Her interest and attention waned, her feet taking to wander as her mind strayed. Byleth was pleasantly surprised to find Ashe within the goddess tower, her aimless walk yielding great reward. Professor!"he greeted her brightly. "Did you come up here for a rest too? Thats right,she agreed, offering an affirmative nod. I guess we think along the same lines,"Ashe mused."I was feeling kind of worn out. Everyone else seems used to this kind of thing, but Ive never been to anything like it before,the archer admitted humbly. My friends did teach me a bit about proper manners and how to dance," he continued. "But I still feel out of place. Stepping on girls feet, messing up the pretty floral decorations"His laugh was endearing, even as it was the self-depreciative sort."Ive been a bit of a disaster. Sometimes I wonder if its even right for someone like me to be in a place like this. Byleth was regretful to have not witnessed Ashe klutzing about the ball, consoling herself with an imagination of his delightful brand of innocence and awkward.I feel that way sometimes too,she confessed to his latter remark. It was true that a large part of her bond with the student was precisely because of the fact. They were both outsiders to their house. While the Blue Lions treated both of them with respect and affection, it remained that neither of them had grown up as the close friends of the crowned prince of the Holy Kingdom of Faerghus, nor had they attended a prodigious magic school. Byleth felt an immediate attraction to the common born archer: even as her demeanor might make it less obvious, the woman began to show a preference of his company fairly early in her career at the monastery. Really? You do? Thats kind of reassuring! She smiled lightly at the stress upon the pronoun. Could it be that he really revered her so? Have you heard the stories about the Goddess Tower?"he asked causally. Of course she had, but she didn't say as much. She preferred to listen to Ashe speak: the young man could be reading the dictionary and she'd remain absolutely enthralled. His voice poured from his lips like honey, while his speech had a sort of hopeful optimism that Byleth found to be as rare as it was inspiring. "They say if a man and woman make a wish together here, the goddess will make it come true," Ashe continued. Byleth considered briefly. Let's make a wish together, then, she suggested. My thoughts exactly!" he chimed happily. "Do you have anything in particular you'd like to wish for?" The professor trailed off. It wasn't that she couldn't identify her wish in that moment: it was simply that her desire wasn't appropriate and it involved present company. Your wish is? Ashe inquired sweetly. For your wish to come true, Ashe, Byleth decided. What? My wish? W-well, um...let me think, he turned the facing of his body, looking away from his professor as he considered for a moment. All right, I've got it. I wish for my brother and sister back home to be able to live out their lives in peace. That's just like you, Byleth remarked with a soft smile upturning the corners of her lips. His gaze shifted back to his professor. This kind of thing is pretty embarrassing, huh?" The young man's cheeks reddened lightly. Byleth showed no outward reaction but inwardly swooned. Ashe's blush was easily the most alluring sight she'd ever witnessed: it always caused for a rush of want, and the impulses were getting harder to resist by the day. "Maybe I should be heading back," Ashe continued after a pause. "I'll never get better at fancy social events like this if I keep running away from them, right?" Understandably, he didn't seem particularly excited about the prospect. "I guess I should ask another girl to dance," he decided. "Oh, but I better make sure I go over the steps again first." You could dance with me, Byleth offered. The invitation was given with a soft smile, otherwise remaining devoid of emotion. Her level tone and unnatural calmness was often misunderstood to be an adherence to professionalism: at present, though, that particular impression would be wrong. So very wrong. "Really? You would do that?" His voice was grateful, inspiring his professor to hope that he considered the invitation to be significant. "Wow, that would be great! ...Just promise not to laugh if I mess it up, okay?" Byleth didn't verbally respond, inclining her head by a single degree as she studied the young man. Her generally stoic expression had given way to a unique blend of amusement and affection. She smiled good-naturedly, her regard of him warm, even if the heat couldn't be felt outside of her own chest. Come on. Let's go back,he insisted. Byleth accepted Ashe's invitation, walking abreast the archer as their steps carried them towards the reception hall. In thoughtful silence for several long moments, Byleth experienced an undeniable swell at having the young archer at her side. She didn't feel a particular guilt at taking such a pleasure: even as the eighteen year old man was at least a decade younger than herself (she didn't know his exact age, but it was assumed to be in the upper reaches of her twenties), the woman had long ago morally muddled through the reasons why she shouldn't. The list was considerable: the first item, of course, being that professors were forbidden from taking sexual advantage of their students. Balanced against her selfish desires and fixation... Well. So far she'd managed to keep her hands off of him, despite a draw that was so intense that it was oftentimes painful. Byleth would try to fill the void of his light, habitually taking Ashe to dinner - with another classmate present - every time the team took their break day in the monastery. She cooked with him, took him to tea, gave him gifts... Admittedly, the professor was good to all the students of her house, and so likely it didn't seem to be entirely unbecoming behavior. But the reality of it... Her gaze shifted to the handsome silver-haired archer. He wouldn't stop you, she told herself with confidence. All you need to do is initiate... As they neared their destination, Byleth hooked her arm around the bend of Ashe's elbow, in the style of one being escorted. Her body swept nearer to his over the span of a couple steps, the entanglement of her wrapped arm tightening briefly in a subtle hug-like squeeze. "I'm excited to dance with you,"she admitted as she loosened her grip to something more casual. Her attention focused intently upon his face."And not just because you're so exceptionally handsome,"she added with an uncharacteristic playfulness.

Underneath the gaze of the moon's solemn light, two silhouettes walked closely together. Ashe had never expected to find himself in his present situation, the tempo in his heart rising with each successive step. To be walking with the Professor alone was already enough to make the awkward Garreg Mach Ball a pleasant experience, but to have the chance to dance with her? That was a fantasy that he had never expected to become true. As they moved across through the darkened courtyards that led back to the reception hall, Ashe had to sneakily pinch himself to make sure that he was in fact not dreaming. Ashe was practically lost in his own thoughts when the Professor suddenly gravitated closer, grasping at his arm. Her unexpected touch was enough to cause a gash of red to singe the boy's otherwise pale cheeks. "Ah! Likewise, Professor... I'll admit, I'm very nervous about dancing, but if it's with you, I think I won't have much to worry about." He didn't have the opportunity to say anything more when his eyes caught the Professor's gaze staring up at his own. Even though she was his professor, it was very difficult for Ashe to resist the woman's charm, her sapphire gemstones often pervading his thoughts. He found himself staring back into them with his own vibrant shades of emerald, unable to look away from her captivating features. "P-Professor!" Ashe's face was burning red, surprised by the Professor's sudden playfulness. While it wasn't the first time she had ever teased him, she certainly had never said anything like that to him before. "You can't just say those sort of things..." He whined, "People might get the wrong idea if they hear you say that... and I don't want you to get in trouble," Deep down, the boy wanted to requite the Professor's feelings, to tell her how he truly felt about her. But he was also scared, unsure of whether or not she would ever feel the same way about him. Ever since she comforted him about the death of his adopted father, he had harbored an ever-growing crush on his professor. She stubbornly beautiful and smart, but even more importantly, she never looked down upon him like some of the other nobles did. He was a boy of simple common birth and yet, the Professor always made him feel like he was much more than that. "I... I... think you look beautiful too, Professor," he attempted to whisper underneath his breath, as if speaking a forbidden spell. As he spoke, he made sure to turn his face away so that his softly spoken words would be barely audible to the woman walking beside him. Before she could point out his embarrassing statement, the boy turned back towards his Professor, "Shall we head inside? I'm not sure how much longer the dancing will last for... and I'm not quite confident enough to dance without music." He allowed an embarrassed smile to draw across his face before leading her into the reception hall, where the festivities were taking place. The reception hall was vibrant and lively, dense congregations of budding students intermingling with one another as they occupied the outer ring of the luxuriously furnished hallway. At the center of the room, the nobles danced gracefully to the gentle hymns of live violins, a lavish spectacle for a boy who had been born with nothing. From within the crowd, many familiar faces could be found, with many figures dancing with such confident decorum. Ashe felt completely out of place in such a setting... and yet, he would not lose this opportunity to dance with the woman he adored. "Ah, I think we can step in now!" He smiled, grabbing the Professor by the hand as he led her through the crowd and into the center of the room. Several of the nobles shot the boy strange looks, as it was abundantly clear that a commoner had no place in the waltz. "This kid is just going to embarrass himself." One of the students from another house remarked. "Shh! He's dancing with Professor Byleth. If she hears you saying such things, we could get in trouble," said another. Ashe pretended not to hear the vitriol that was slung from the corner of his ear. "S-sorry, Professor, you might have to lead a little at first," A faux, slightly pained smile made its way across the boy's normally cheerful face. Although he always tried his best to remain positive, he knew that Byleth was becoming good at picking out his true emotions. Eventually, the music started... and the nobles each began moving with practiced expertise. He waited patiently for Byleth to lead, awkwardly taking his first few steps as he temporarily allowed nervous emotions to get the better of him. Ashe found himself looking down at the ground in an attempt to focus on his sloppy footwork, which helped little and eventually, the boy found himself stepping on the toe of the Professor's boot. "I'm... I'm sorry!" He squeaked, keeping his voice as low as possible as to not bring any more embarrassment to the woman he cared for. He tried his best to recover, changing his strategy so that he was looking up at the Professor's eyes instead of his feet. "Haha. Do you see this idiot? He actually stepped on her foot..." "Yikes, that's so embarrassing... do you think the Professor is okay? I'd be so embarrassed to be in her shoes..." Ashe sighed, his signature smile making its way across his face. He needed to stop caring about what other people were saying. He felt this was his chance to impress the Professor... and he was squandering it by letting his nerves gain the better of him. After focusing for a few moments, he realized that the dance was in fact much more simple than he originally anticipated - many of the moves being repeated several times over the course of the dance. He was quite adept with his feet and hands, having been a thief in his youth and an archer in school - so such a dance wasn't nearly as difficult as he thought. Over the course of several moments, his footwork hastily improved, until everyone began to notice he was on par with the other nobles around him. "Oh hey, look at him, he actually looks pretty good!" "Yeah...and he's pretty handsome too. Do you think he'll let me dance with him after?" Handsome? Ashe blushed, he continued to dance admirably but found himself blushing at the notion. He remembered what the Professor had said to him before they began dancing and wondered if it meant more than it seemed. Eventually, the dancing came to a close, the final festivities being wrapped up by the church as the students all prepared to return to their rooms for the night. The Professor and Ashe were separated when Byleth had to assist the other Professors with some of the other affairs for the night, but instead of going home, Ashe decided to wait in the halls for her to be free once again. "Professor!" Ashe waved to the Professor as he caught her leaving the building. He moved towards her, his radiant smile practically glowing underneath the moon's light. "I'm so glad I caught you. I just wanted to say thank you for dancing with me... I know I wasn't very good, but you kept your promise and didn't laugh at me." He chuckled, "Even though you probably should have..." He added, crossing his hands nervously behind his back, "Hey, would it be alright if I walked you home? Call me old fashioned, but I don't think it'd be proper for me to let you walk home by yourself when it's so dark out." He paused, his face blushing slightly at his own offer. "What do you say?

It was a night like any other in the Firelight district of the Lower Menthis Plateau ward. Casinos, taverns, bordellos, and other attractions spilled noise and laughter out onto the streets of Sharn's only somewhat-reputable red light district. Aside from the various forms of illegal entertainment, petty crime was relatively suppressed here, in sharp contrast to Dragoneyes and Sharn's Welcome elsewhere in the City of Towers. A visitor here could tell that people were having a good time in fairly relaxed safety. Firelight was even home to the bordello Savia's, an opulent affair that boasted to receive clientele from all the way up to Upper Central Plateau and even the floating Skyway above the city, the highest of Sharn's high society. The Crimson Lotus was no Savia's, but it was nonetheless still well-known as a classy establishment for sophisticated companionship. The escorts employed here were refined, educated, cultured, and very tight-knit. Unlike many of the other brothels in Firelight, the Crimson Lotus did not have a policy of racial discrimination, but the workers were well taken care of and took care of each other. Individually the employees were allowed to refuse a client for any reason, and with how much they treated each other like family, it incentivized would-be clients to be on their best behavior, lest they find that no escorts were "available". Clients walked in and either stayed the night or left with a partner, all routine. It was a night like any other. Until Cavalier stepped through the doors. He was a fairly tall individual, dressed in colorful, expensive clothes. The fabric of the leggings was puffy with red-and-purple checker patterns, accentuated by gold-colored trim. The shirt was loose and flowing, with wavy stripe patterns also of red and purple, with a decorative white-and-gold vest over top. Blue velvet gloves covered his hands. A well-crafted saber was belted to his hip. And lastly, a yellow-feather-plumed blue cavalier hat was perched on his head. All in all, he was dressed as fabulously as half of the Crimson Lotus' usual clients, nothing unusual or standing out in particular. Except for the fact that underneath the clothing was not flesh, but wood, metal, and bundled cords of plant fiber. The warforged turned heads from other clients and occupied escorts as he strode through the reception area of the Crimson Lotus. He walked up to an open countertop, with a portly gnome sitting at the desk behind it, who was giving Cavalier a rather confused look. "Can I...help you, warforged? Do you need directions?" The gnome said slowly. In all the years the Crimson Lotus had been in operation, a warforged had never entered the building. A warforged wearing clothing was even more bizarre. "Directions? Not at all, good fellow," he says, throwing several more oddities out beside the request itself; he speaks with a well-inflected, smoothly nuanced voice, unlike most warforged with usually monotonous tones and clipped words. In fact, Cavalier is missing the usual stone, metal, and wood exterior plating of nearly all warforged, or any kind of plating in general, which is what allows him to wear fitting clothes in the first place. "...Ah." The gnome receptionist utters simply, rather at a loss for words. The receptionists at the other desks can't help but also glance in Cavalier's direction, slightly distracted from the clients they are handling. The gnome ruminates on the very weird situation before him, but eventually nods. "...I see. If you will wait here, I shall...go check the availability of our escorts..." "Certainly. I shall wait," he says with a small, respectful bow, as the receptionist slides out of his chair and walks his jolly weight further into the building, heading for the main lounge. *** Heads look up as Sebbin steps into the lounge. "Hey, girls? You're not going to believe this, but, uh...there's a warforged outside who wants to hire one of you. Any volunteers?" The gossiping menagerie of call-girls (and a few gigolos) working for the Crimson Lotus had been making their usual small talk, but now everything abruptly skidded to a halt when Sebbin appeared. All eyes stared disbelievingly at him. "You're serious?" One of the human prostitutes--Maggie--eventually uttered out, earning a nod from Sebbin. "...What in Olladra's name?" She muttered. "But...that doesn't...why?" Another woman, a changeling named Jee currently in the form of an elf, asked. "What is even the point? Warforged don't have the parts..." She pointed out, to which Sebbin only helplessly shrugged. "...Maybe it wants to have someone to talk to? Plenty of people come to us for that..." "Hah! I doubt that." The halfling Kayla piped up. "I mean, have any of you ever really met a warforged? I have." Kayla made a sour face. "Worst conversationalists. Ever. They're not called 'war-forged' for nothing, you know. And they don't even eat, right? I remember hearing that from somewhere. It can't want to be taking you out for a candle-lit dinner..." Kayla said with the most emphatic voice yet, and many of her coworkers were nodding along with her. "I mean...I keep an open mind myself." Jezebel, another human, said. "You all know I've been taking that hobgoblin lately who's becoming a regular, Gushaak? You wouldn't expect a hobgoblin to be polite, but he is, and he's great in bed. But...a warforged? Physically or emotionally, they can't even feel like we do!" A few more voiced agreeing sentiments of the pointlessness of escorting a warforged, everyone looking and nodding at each other all the way. It looked like no one was going to stand up and take this client...

There are many things that most people do not understand about working at a place like The Crimson Lotus," Mia says. "While it is fancy, the ladies and men get wonderful clothes, the food and wine is exquisite, the accommodations are bountiful, and the wages are pretty good, but it suffers from a single major problem." She pauses for effect. "You are always expected to be in 'character' in public, and when your time is not purchased, things can get quite boring. Your nights are devoted to working, and your days are often spent preparing for the next evening. And if no one pays for your time or attention, you merely sit around looking pretty or occasionally serving enticing treats to those enjoying the lounge." Mia takes a sip of her wine as she continues. "It was just such a night for me," she says with a sigh. "The fiery-haired half elf was draped over a couch in the lounge, showing off my new outfit. A low-cut, tight-fitting full-length dress colored a vibrant red and gold. My ample bust pushed up by the lace and leather bodice barely hidden underneath the sheer garment. A split that began right above my hip and ran all the way down showed my smooth, slender, pale leg as I relaxed with a sigh." Mia's stormy blue eyes, like twin lapis glanced up as Sebbin entered the room. "Hmmm," she says, "perhaps this night might be interesting. A special client?" Mia was one of the more expensive girls at The Lotus, having worked there for quite some time and developed a moderate reputation as a witty, fiery, exotic, and quite skilled companion. It also helped that she spoke most languages in Khorvaire at least possibly. There was a rumor that she had once entertained King Kiaus on one of his few visits to Sharn. While these were in fact merely rumors, she had indeed been seen on the arm of many a diplomat, dignitary, or wealthy merchant. Always sporting the red neck ribbon that signified her place of employ. As the other girls voiced their consternation and incredulity, Mia pondered before finally speaking up. "Sebbin, dear, how much is he paying?" At this, the other girls looked over at her, a mix of shock, surprise, and confusion. The momentary silence was finally broken by a deep bellied laugh from the only Dwarf on the Lotus' payroll, a stout woman by the name of Gertrude. "Ah, seems Mia's got an interest. What is it lass? Coming close on a payment on that fine dress a' yers?" She said, getting a tingling laugh from the other girls. "Well, I guess if it paid enough, I mean their money is as good as any? But still... talk about a boring job." Kayla piped in. "Well, it's a slow night, and if I'm going to sit on my ass and be bored, I might as well get paid for it," Mia replied with practiced ease and elegance. With a nod from Sebbin, she got off the couch and swayed over toward the portly gnome. "I'll go talk to him." She followed him from the lounge to the desk, and the waiting 'forged.

This is only temporary, Joseph Kerrings reminded himself. Being an enforcer paid good cash for a relatively easy job. Plus, being able to make people . . . "disappear" also provided side benefits for the start of his own business. Most times, Vinnie and the owners had him take care of those whose debts were impossible to pay off, or they were "convinced" to pay them back in full with interest. But sometimes, it was just to get rid of someone poking around in their affairs. Every once in a while, his eyes would look up from the deck of cards he held in his pale white hands to scan the room for any targets, shuffling them absentmindedly. For now, it was clear. Joseph was leaning in a chair by the back room, the majority of his body and face bathed on shadows. It was clear, however, that he was dressed to kill; black shoes and slacks, a tucked in white dress shirt, the sleeves rolled up halfway, and a neat, deep purple tie with an emerald green tip. On his head was a red-lined fedora, tilted halfway down, where his wide. menacing smile was visible from across the room. A few minutes later, his gaze flickered upwards as Vinnie approached him, obviously ready to say something. "Listen, Jok-" the redhead was cut short by a hardened glare from Joseph's eyes. They knew his true name, yes, but his very specific instructions were to never say it in the vicinity of Spades. He didn't desire any unwanted attention from the authorities or - gods forbid - the Bat itself. "Joseph. I need you on the lookout for a blonde bitch by the name of Harleen, all right? She likes to mess in other people's business, especially mine, so she'll likely be here in the club tonight. So, uh . . . do what you hafta do, yeah?" requested Vinnie. Joseph listened to him stammer on, his gaze catching something else across the room. He snorted loudly, before that snort morphed into a sickening stream of laughter, Joseph's smile even larger as he stood up, patting Vinnie on the shoulder. His laughter was calming down, but before it did, it scared the living shit out of everyone that could hear it. "I got ya, Vinnie-boy! You just have fun, and I'll look for this, uh . . . 'dame'," he said, stepping out into the light, briefly allowing onlookers to catch a glimpse of his bright green, combed back hair and pale, milky skin. Making his way over to the security room, he borrowed access to the cameras so he could get a good look at everyone in sight. Was this Harleen broad on her way, or was she already here? Only time would tell as Joseph would lean back in the armchair, kicking his feet up as he scoured the live feeds.

You left him?" "Was never with him to begin with," The blonde grinned, shrugging a single shoulder. The thing with Harleen was that she was something most people would call a gold-digger, only instead of being with them purely for their money - she wasn't with them at all. She flirted her way inside their houses, stole a few things including money, and then left without a trace. Her latest victim? Some douche named Vinnie. It wasn't as simple as stealing from him, though. You see, his bitch or whatever he called her had caught the blonde, and almost immediately broke things off with the man himself. And fuck, he was not happy. Blowing out a breath, she turned her gaze to the woman standing behind her."Then why are you here? At his club?" "Because," Harleen started."Where's the fun if you don't stay around and fuck with 'em some more?" She was sporting a black-lace up dress, with black heels to match. Perfect attire for a club such as the one Vinnie owned. She wasn't a bitch - nor was she cold-hearted, this lifestyle was merely something she had picked up from her father a few months before he dipped. Her mother was a no-show pretty much her entire life and so she had nobody but herself. How else was she supposed to live? Besides it wasn't like they weren't getting anything out of it, they were being given attention by a beautiful female, somebody they probably would've never been able to catch the eye of in another lifetime. She was doing them a favor. Allowing a small smile to curve at her lips she sauntered towards the bar, gaze trained on the bartender."Whiskey please." Shifting herself onto the stool she rested her elbows on the table, placing her chin in the palm of her hand.

Tiala was bored. Not that being bored was bad, of course! In a lot of ways, being bored was good. It meant no one was entering her cargo bay who wasn't supposed to be there. It meant no one was investigating hership, which had been in a few run-ins with the law. Most importantly, it meant no one was taking too close a look at the cargo containers she'd had unloaded. A brief check would show them to be full of very boring scrap metal. A more thorough check might find more exciting, but highly illegal, spice. So yes, boredom was good. Still... Tiala sighed, shifting her weight from one foot to the other, crossing her bare blue arms over her chest. She was dressed casually, in her dark synthleather smuggling pants and boots, synthleather jacket casually over her shoulders, and white tank top beneath. The thin fabric of that top did little to conceal her generous breasts, full and firm, a hint of blue cleavage visible with the low neckline. Indeed, Tiala was a beautiful woman, even for a Twi'lek, a species already known for its beauty. Something she'd found to be both an advantage and a disadvantage... Tiala shook her head gently, her headtails waving back and forth. Ugh, when was the client going to show up, anyway? She needed to unload this spice and move on to the next job. She was going to need to do a lot more jobs if she ever wanted to pay off her debts. A frown settled on her pretty face, foot beginning to tap as she waited.

As Tiala shifted on her feet, an Imperial port official approached her in the snapped black uniform that they all wore. Many ports had transitioned quite easily to Imperial rule and the extra taxes and tariffs on some goods had allowed port officials to become rich off of bribes to subvert them. This man was young, likely only in his mid twenties with short brown hair and hazel eyes. "Excuse me, are you the captain of that XS Freighter in Bay X2-05?" The man called out to her, his voice firm and commanding; it seemed like the man was used to giving orders. He stepped towards her, a smirk on his face and a twinkle in his eyes, he knew something. His eyes shifted to gaze at her cleavage before moving to look her straight in the eyes as he cleared his throat. "You're hiding some spice in that ship of yours. Don't bother trying to lie, I already have the proof." He stopped her denial upfront before she could even say anything as his eyes narrowed slightly, curious as to how she would react to this sudden news.

Marley Scott didn't know what to think of everything. Four days ago she had been getting home from a quick holiday trip to San Francisco to see an old friend of hers, and now she was trapped behind tall, metal fences with a military presence and little idea of what was going on outside. She had heard the news of course, and had seen the videos, but beyond that she had no idea what was happening outside the walls - she didn't even know how her own cat was because she happened to be at her friend Clare's when the military moved in and she had not been allowed to leave. For the last three days, the redhead had been rather wary. As a teenager she'd been in this neighbourhood many times before - not because it was her own, but because a friend she had made back when she was twelve and first in foster care had lived here. For all she knew he still did, or at least sometimes - and had it been any other person she would have found the idea of reuniting to be amazing. It wasn't, though. The Clark's kid had once been her best friend, especially back in high school. They had both been loners, both been angry at their "families" and both found comfort and solace in having someone who understood what it was like to feel like you had nothing even when you did. Marley didn't fall down the same rabbit hole that he had, though. Drugs had torn her best friend away from her as she watched him go from pot to pills to coke to... hell, she didn't even know what he'd gone to next. For a few years they'd popped in and out of each other's lives. He would be clean and she would hope and pray that this time he would stay that way - he didn't. In the end it was too much for her, and she couldn't stand having her heart broken by one person so much. After a brief reuniting in college back when she was nineteen, Marley hadn't laid eyes on Nick Clark since. Until now it seemed. The noon sun beat down hard on the LA suburb as everyone made their way central to pick up rations for the day. Marley was at her friend's side when she first swore she saw his face - and still there half a minute later when she became sure of who she was seeing just feet away from her. Fuck.

Addiction was a fiend - and if Nick Clark tried to say that he was done dealing with withdrawal symptoms just days after the last time he used, he was straight up lying to people. Sure he wasn't shivering and shaking and seizing any more, but his veins itched like a motherfucker and he swore it would never end. Rationally he knew it would, that in a week or two he'd feel a bit more human again, but he didn't want to wait a week and he didn't want to feel human. Like time and time again, all he wanted to feel was high - but now they seemed to live in a world that wouldn't afford him that pleasure. Just a week ago he had watched his girlfriend saunter towards him with gaunt, grey skin and sunken eyes and the blood of one of their other junkie friends all over his face - he'd put a bullet in his friend slash dealer not even a day later. At first he had just been minding his own business, walking alongside his sister and mother towards where the military had set up a station. It was rations day which meant that they were being given a supply of basic necessities, and he had come along at his mother's insistence. As soon as he got there he wished he hadn't though - because though the dead were literally walking, it seemed that the metaphor was running true as well. Was that Marley? It only took a minute for his heart to sink as he realized that the curly haired girl just a few people away was in fact an old friend... and someone he knew he had disappointed time and time again. He immediately felt awkward, especially when she looked over to him just a second later and the same quizzical expression formed on her face that had likely been on his moments earlier. Confusion turned to understanding turned to -oh. He should probably do something about that, so he put his hands in his pockets and told his family he would be back in a moment before strolling over towards the redhead. "Uh... Hey, Mar. It's been a while.

Before the Cataclysm that split Neo Domino City in two, the entirety of the city was a shining utopia. Efficiency was at its peak, new Dueling technologies were being developed and refined year after year. And just three years before the tragic explosion that rocked the continent and world, the first prototypes of mobile Dueling Platforms - commonly referred to by either "D-Wheelers" or "Duel Runners" by the Duelists that used them now - were being alpha-tested. At the same time, a giant network of elevated roadways was also underdevelopment. Roads that would rise up and connect out to allow these "Turbo Duels" go unabated without impeding traffic or endangering pedestrians, enabling Duelists to add an entire new dimension to the aspect of Duels. Naturally, the first models were only available to the elite...And they turned out to be a huge success. So much so that Neo Domino's Board of Dueling Regulations and Customs worked tirelessly to have the Turbo Duels and Platforms authorized as legitimate, marketable items to be used on an international scale. However...Once the Cataclysm struck, that was put on hold. Even more so when the aftermath revealed that a large chunk of the continent had somehow splintered off and formed its own island...And despite calls to have a bridge built to help those stranded on the now water-bound island, the project was started but never finished. A decision passed down by the new Director, Rex Godwin. Citing security concerns, he called off the island's reconnection efforts, a decision that was quickly silenced from protest. Fast-forward five years, and this is where the story begins. The entirety of the now named "Satellite District" was almost always choked in smog. A by-product from the various mills, garbage disposal plants and recycling centers that were once part of Neo Domino's Industrial Sector, only graced with reprieve by the periodic and strong oceanic winds. Now all of the 'menial labor' was here. Anyone who wanted to work could only do so as anything from a metalworker, garbage collector or recycling facility employee. Class mobility was heavily restricted if not downright impossible, and the meager wages made keeping up with living expenses very difficult. Because of this, the majority of the youth formed Duel Gangs to try and seize control of territory. An effort that was hampered by the Director's own Public Security Maintenance Bureau, or just affectionately named "Sector Security" by the citizens of the Satellite. A group that was now holding off people from a supply drop overseen by the Satellite Aid Commission, a department that worked to establish regular shipments of basic necessities to the downtrodden citizens. Naturally, the rich disapproved, but there were enough kind-hearted people still in the "Tops" that the act of it passed without much resistance. And from here, there was one Duelist that had been 'in the game' since he was in his pre-teens. Now at 17, Hotsuma Kuroi was on his way back from the said drop; he'd gotten food, clean water and medicine. A heavy black duster covered a simple but ragged grey shirt, navy cargo pants and black combat boots, studded-knuckle biking gloves leaving only his fingers exposed. His hair a mess and his eyes showing a bit of fatigue from having to do so much with so little, much like most residents of the Satellite. He had a real junker of a Runner. Something someone from the Tops had scrapped due to a series of bad parts...But now he had used it to get around and find things that were needed. And it was especially useful for this; he'd always been an odd duck, especially with his latent abilities. It was one reason why he'd gotten as far as he did...But in truth, he was always scared to even try using them, because people got hurt. Even if it was in self-defense, he wasn't a malicious guy...But because of his deck choice and powers, however unstable they were, he'd gotten a fairly demeaning moniker. The 'Demon of the Satellite'...In truth, he just wanted to be left alone. At least that was until he met her...It hadn't been easy, but the two had formed an early friendship after discovering they were quite similar in a lot of respects. They'd known each other for a few years now, and as it stood? He couldn't imagine being without her; she had a way of brightening up his day. "Finally back...Thought for sure this thing was going to die out before I made it." Hotsuma muttered as he started to gather the items from the side-carriers, the run-down machine giving a few sputters before it finally shut off. Thankfully he didn't have to walk up any stairs, but this stuff was heavy; he'd gone alone because of their current situation. Plus, with another guest, his friend had decided to stay behind as she was most familiar with the particulars. Opening the door to the little shanty house, he then said as he slipped off his boots, "Ugh...I'm back! It's me, Hotsuma!" he would call out, carefully balancing the things in his hands and arms as he made his way inside.

Fey took a deep breath, wearing a white dress with a black leather jacket, brown cowgirl boots, and her leg bracers with charged markers full. She was finishing tightening her ponytail on her long brown hair as she glanced over. "Hotsuma! Why didn't you ask for help?" She rushed over to help carry some of the supplies in. Her brown eyes did a once-over as she heard her mother from her corner bed, "Fey, let the man be a man...stop hurting his pride." Fey pouted hearing her mother as she walked over to check the oxygen machine. "Yes, mom," she said, rolling her eyes. "Geez, sometimes I wonder if dad and you were made for each other." The mother glared at her, snapping, "Don't ever say that!" Fey frowned as she went over to place food in the fridge. She would glance at Hotsuma as she spoke, "Hey, I know you like me staying here and working on the bike...but you could just use supplies from my bike that I had back at the old tournament I worked...it has better parts even if they are flashy." She paused as she spoke, "Remember when we met two years ago..." Two Years Prior. The smog was settling in as the night grew darker. A woman had a younger girl hanging onto her waist, they were on one of those high class bikes with lights on the side and a holder for a card deck and duel disk. The woman seemed in a rush and they had bags in the passenger car attached to the side. Sirens could be heard in the far distance. The girl's leg braces lit up from the whooshing bike as it turned the corner. A few guys wearing leather stud jackets with skulls paused seeing this rich bike with rather fancy clothes and smirked. The one with the Mohawk slapped another's shoulder as he revved his engine following. The woman turned down an alley at a dead end and was coughing up blood. "MOM!" Fey quickly got off the bike checking on her mother. The young 14-year-old was trying to aid the older woman as she muttered, "I really messed up your birthday....your father saw your gift...i..i couldn't let him take you to some lab." Fey paused as she got her mother the medicine from her bag before pausing hearing the bikes. "My My My if it isn't the great Gadget...nice to see a ring girl for the tournaments down here with the rest of us....you forgot you need to pay the entry fee to enter." Fey backed up as her dark magician girl outfit was clearly showing...it seemed as if the mother took her before a job. "Say aren't you suppose to be at some big event.... you must be in a real sticky situation....we can protect you pretty things for a fee..." Fey tensed up as she saw the men starting to corner them. "Get behind me Fey." The mom stepped in front as she felt her hair get grabbed and started to struggle. The mow hawk leader stepped forward as he raised his hand. Fey let out a scream charging and kicking the man in the shin before being backhanded to the ground. "Take their things....we can use the girl for ransom her dad is rich after all." One of the men was watching as he had an almost lustful look. "Can we play with..." "NO SHE IS A DAMN MINOR DO YOU WANT TO DIE...HER FATHER IS NOT ONE TO MESS WITH!

Richard Grayson was a man of many talents. Not only was he an acrobat but he was also a detective, crimefighter, leader, hero, and lover depending on who was asked. All the same, it was still strange walking up to the doors of Shadowcrest. The place was magic alright. He was lucky Z liked him or he would have never found this place without calling first. But where would the fun be in dropping in on a magician if you couldn't surprise them? Someone had to keep the trick makers on their toes right? Besides, she wouldn't turn him out, would she? Who could resist him when he gave them that smile and asked for a little favor? He smirked to himself at the thought. She could kick him out with ease if she wanted to. He just figured she wouldn't. Dick headed up the stairs towards the door and knocked. It had been a while since he'd seen her. He'd gone off to take care of Bludhaven as Nightwing, and while she'd done a show or two there, she'd never stayed long. It wasn't a grand city like Gotham. He'd spent a good year or three now working on cleaning up those streets. A few bumps here and there that needed recovery. Making his own version of a Batcave there without quite as much financial support. Flipping over rooftops in the fresh air and using his escrima sticks to knock sense into criminals. Or just knock them out with all the evidence needed to arrest them in a fair trial. He wasn't Batman. He made sure there was surefire proof when he left criminals out like a light. No weaseling out of court on a technicality. But for the moment, for now? For now, he wanted a little freedom. He'd been there fighting crime for a few years. He still loved what he did and loved that city but he needed to rest. Everyone needed rest whether they admitted it or not. Gotham was an odd choice, perhaps, given his history with it, but he thought that with Z around maybe he could get some rest in. Maybe a few longer nights than others but that was a different kind of relaxation. At the moment, clad in jeans and a shirt with the Nightwing symbol emblazoned on it that he'd bought in Bludhaven on a lark, he stood at the front doors of Shadowcrest with a suitcase at his side and a smile on his face hoping she'd let him in.

As he knocked on the door, he wouldn't initially receive a response, the grand manor seeming abandoned from what Dick could see from the front door, no lights on...almost as if its mistress was away for any number of reasons. That is until he felt his feet go numb suddenly before the front door swung open to an unlit interior, his body gliding along the floor inside of it's own accord before he heard the door slam shut and lock itself shut. "Well now...I certainly wasn't expecting visitors, but I guess I can make an exception for a tired little bird in this case." Came Zatanna's sultry and silky voice, sounding amused at his presence as it let out a small chuckle. "Let go of the suitcase, I'll take care of it. I'm in the den which I'm sure you can manage to walk to without collapsing." Her voice continued, the former boy wonder finding his suitcase disappear from sight the moment he released its handle, along with a gentle nudge forward to urge him to go find his hostess where she said she was present. Upon entering the den, he found her laying on a chaise lounge, wearing only a black silken bathrobe that gave him an unrestricted view of her lusciously long and shapely legs, which were often encased in her famous fishnets. In front of a laptop, which she closed before looking up at Dick. "Good morning Dick dear, come sit with me would you?" She asked in a honey sweet tone, possibly making Dick wonder whether or not she was flirting with him as she sat up in her seat and curled a beckoning finger at him. "So how has Bludhaven been since the last time I performed here? Can't be good if you're looking as exhausted as you do. Can I get you coffee or tea or would you rather come lay down beside me to take a little snooze first?" She next asked, her tone telling him of her sudden concern about how exhausted he looked while her eyes held a playfully mischievous glint.

Goku had long worked to become the best. He'd trained, he'd fought, he'd even defended Earth a few times, and he'd collected the Dragon Balls with his friends. One such friend was Bulma Briefs. She'd run into him years ago and she'd run into him again at the 23rd World Tournament. When she'd seen him last he was young but now he was taller. He'd finally and properly grown into his own. Not only that but his power had grown too as he fought and beat Tienshenhan who had proved to be a worthy opponent after beating him last time. Piccolo was the strongest among them though and the battle had decided much more than the fate of just the championship. At the end of it all, however, the arena was destroyed but Goku was the champion. He'd celebrated with a hearty meal during which time he realized he didn't have a place to stay. After a conversation Bulma agreed to host him at her place and he was fine with that. She'd enticed him into it saying she had some ideas for training devices and he was in before she could blink twice almost. Fighting was basically his world. And now here he was. He'd only been staying there for a few days now if that. Most of his time was spent doing his normal routine of waking up, eating, training, eating, training, resting for a little bit, training, and so on. He was almost scarily good at refining his form. It wasn't that he didn't relax, he did, but unless Bulma wanted his attention for something he was often training or thinking about it more than doing anything else. Today, however, was going to be exciting. Bulma had told him she was working on something and he was eager to find out. Considering how smart she was he knew it was going to be amazing. How much better was he going to be able to train? He was dressed as he always was in his Hermit style Gi. It was hard to break the habit and he was just comfortable in it. It was flexible and gave him plenty of room of motion. Beyond that he could just wash it easily with a dip in the water if he needed to. Sure they had machines for that but he didn't think about that too much. Goku had always been pretty free spirited so he was still used to just flying all over the place, going to new areas, training, and coming back. It was just a part of who he was. But if she'd made some kind of training device for him then, well, he had a reason to stick around more during the day didn't he? He scratched his head as he waited for Bulma to lead him in or tell him what he should be excited for. Just what was it? At this point, and it had only been a moment since she'd told him that it was basically ready, he was already eager to try it and the smile on his face said that.

Bulma had spent the last few months plotting a scheme for Goku. Now, it wasn't something nefarious. It also wasn't something that she would be unafraid to tell Goku about, as she had no reason to do anything like that to him. No, her scheme was centered around getting Son Goku's attention. She never thought that Goku would have grown into such a hunk but he had. No longer was he the monkey-like boy, he was a man, and what a man he was. He was decidedly not an easy target for romance. Romance was something that he was completely unaware of, as he had told Bulma in the past few months that he thought marriage was something you ate. His knowledge of affection seemed to be whoever fed him the best dinner or who could throw the hardest punch. Bulma, although she wasn't helpless, certainly couldn't throw a punch like him. So, her tactics had to lie somewhere in the middle of the two. Playing off his love of food, his love of training and everything else. A training device was something that she had thought about for years. It was at first an idea to get Goku to stay in one place so he wouldn't cause too much trouble, even if it might upset her mom and dad having him stay at Capsule Corp for too long. Which was fair, as Goku might have broken some things if he was left to his own devices there. Goku was better behaved around Bulma, at least she thought so. He wasn't as crazy at the very least and she had the fire in her spirit to hold him back if he did anything wrong. Which was more than possible with how clueless Goku was and how clueless he seemed to stay. If anyone hadn't changed at all, it was Goku. Bulma was fashionable as always, even if she seemed to change her look every few weeks. Today, she had decided to wear something casual. A lab coat draped over her body, though it was wrinkled in a few areas, telling Goku that she probably hadn't decided to iron it. She was wearing a light green tank top underneath, which showed some midriff. There also was a generous amount of cleavage to the outfit. Goku was clueless but even he would notice a rack like that, right? She hoped, otherwise part of the plan had already failed. When Goku arrived, she ran into place and waved over at him. Hey, come on in, Goku. Sorry for keeping you waiting, I was just doing the finishing touches on your gift. So, lets hop right in and see whats happening, okay? Bulma said with a friendly smile, though she had a different tone of voice than usual. Slower, more focused on Goku himself.

In another timeline, in another world Chaldea stood alone as a bastion for humanity, a last hope for the world after it was incinerated, and even furthermore after mankind was erased. A valiant master stood nearly alone against incomprehensible forces, with only a few chosen servants at his side. There is a story that tells of its fate, unwinding as we speak. It is a tale of virtue and sacrifice, of darkness and overcoming despair. This Chaldea, this story hews closely to that tale, yet, retains its own nature. This is not the story of a grand order, this is the story of a grand city. This is the story of a city that has withstood time immemorial. Mages might have been getting rarer over the years, but magecraft and magic still ran strong within the city. It was a bastion for their kind, and while non-mages were allowed to live in the city as staff and assistants to the mages, it was clear that mages were considered a slight step above at least. Of course, there was a reason for this. Singularities. These anomalies of time and space flared up into existence some time ago, with Chaldea being formed as a city to first safeguard humans from these distortions. No one knew what they were at first, only that they came, swallowed up parts of the world, and left leaving devastation in their wake. It took brave mages to venture forth into one and come back alive to tell the tale of what they were. Singularities were portals to another period of time, almost always the past. Monsters, demons, and other supernatural forces were rampant, a clear sign that something had been going wrong in these distortions and that unless stopped at their root, they would continue to destroy the world bit by bit. Thankfully, mages had an answer to their problems. The servant system was initially used by magekind as a locus for the Grail War, a now outdated and dangerous war where 7 mages summoned a servant each, and fought one another for the chance to obtain a wish from the holy grail. Chaldeas energy source was the heart of the city, and through its creation, Mages were able to summon servants to their beck and call as aids and assistants. And now, as their allies in fighting back against the singularities. Of course, it was still rather dangerous to attempt to do so alone, so mages often worked with the strongest servants they could. This is the story of one Goh Kasuga. Morning within the city happened as it always did, the buzzing of alarms, the steady brew of coffee for many, and preparing for the long day ahead. As Kasuga was just a spare hire for Chaldea, he was expected to work with other mages as an assistant and accomplice, including in singularities. Of course, he was not alone. His ever ready assistant, Mash Kyrelight, was something of an anomaly herself. A human with the abilities of a servant. This made managing her mana and powers easier. Not much was known about her past even to herself, other than that she was seemingly born with a connection to some sort of servant. All the same, she was a true and powerful ally, shielding the young Kasuga from monster and magic with a shield even taller than she was! Dressed in the simple lab coat, stockings, and black shirt, Mash stood outside the door to Kasugas room with a slightly pouty expression on her lip. Kasuga may not have heard the alarm go off, or perhaps he had shut it off manually. Either way, the young but curvy woman took a deep sigh, and knocked loudly against the door to his room. Senpai! Its time to wake up! Senpai, it was almost always what the lavender haired and eyes woman called Kasuga. It was a beautiful morning in Chaldea, the equivalent of spring, and despite the threat of looming singularities, people held hope for the future.

Goh rolled out of bed, the messy bed head of his unkempt mage, if Olga saw him, he bet she would blow a blood vessel. He was after all, a very low-class bottom-of-the-barrel kinda mage. Surely those with the blood of great mages past were more respected, with their large family lineages dating back hundreds of thousands of eons ago. Rising awake, Goh Kasuga, age 21, rose from his sleep sounding like an absolute zombie. He wasn't a morning person, and the bright sun billowing through the opened doorway was causing his forehead veins to pulse. Rising from his bed, the door would open on its own; it was likely loose and he hadn't bothered locking it. When the door was opened and she could see the figure rising from his bed, he was well... shirtless, and then as the covers pulled back even more, he was tall... like he had long legs and long arms, and they were in decent shape. He played a bit of ball in his college days before that all went to hell in a handbasket. "Oh, Mashu... right..." The blankets parting and he stood up obliviously, as he rose to his feet. "Mmmm coffee..." He muttered like a zombie then walking dick swinging between his legs ever so visibly. To grab up the discarded clothing on the floor, he didn't exactly arrive with much to begin with. Goh stood around 6'2 was decently handsome probably if he wasn't so scowly in the morning, his frame suggesting he was a bit of a basketball player in his past time. Pale skin, red hair that was clearly dyed as one could see the color fading in places a bit. Grabbing up some old boxers off the floor, and then pulling on some pants, scowering the room with his eyes for the pesky socks. Still completely unaware he had so casually just flaunted himself in front of Mashu like that until his long-sleeve black t-shirt and his white jacket were pulled over his shoulders clearly taking a dirvish of time at this point. Grabbing socks then shoes... "Oh should probably slather on some Deo..." He reached into a duffle bag and did that real quick. Before he rose to his feet and walked forward. Goh Kasugawas thus dressed as he was ever going to be for the day, or until he stopped off and got some coffee.. "Morning Mash." He'd just seemingly mutter out of the blue. Blinking several times, as he was feeling his brain starting up finally as his slightly red colored eyes look to the small diminuitive teenager just outside his door. As he thus stood in front of her now. On the night stand by his bed was a strange looking alarm analog coo coo clock, it was unplugged... Da Vinci probably gave it to them because they had run out of alarm clocks when he got here. But the thing was so noisy he had to unplug it half way through the night and thus now here he was waking up probably an hour later then he intended. Goh rested his frame against the door frame looking beyond Mash seeing the bright sunny day ahead of them. Chaldea City was made using some advanced level magic, and the architecture borrowed from various parts of Europe and sort of had a multicultural style to it. Admittedly though he was in the lower side of the city, because he was poor, and not from a big fancy mage family who got mansions and the like on the upper streets. Still it wasn't so bad, there was almost never really a reason to not be able to walk from some place to the other.. and even if they needed too get somewhere there were convenient teleporter pads around the place so someone could just instantly move to a specified location, once they were given the specialized device mages were allowed they were like badges and cellphones but had other magical properties too.

The day it all started The day it all started was a very special day. But the thing about 'very special days' is that they're only recognized as such in hindsight. Sure, after a few years, one is gonna go about saying 'the signs were all there' and 'if only I'd been more observant'. But the truth was that nobody noticed it. Because the day in question was not special from beginning to end, and it was certainly not special for everyone. It started as a normal, same-as-everyday kind of day. People went about their business, getting to work, enjoying their weather, doing whatever the fuck they wanted. It was just another day. At least for all but one person. After waking up on this far too sunny day (why was it already this hot when it wasn't even summer yet?) Felix knew today had to be 'the day'. It had taken him a shamefully long time to finally gather enough courage for him to even attempt thinking about a confession - but that would all end today. He simply knew it! Was it the sun which filled him with confidence, the beautiful dream he had of her last night, with their skin pressing against each other, sweaty hair mixing through their passionate tumbling... he shook his head. As much as he wanted to remember this dream - he would probably write in his diary later on - he needed to prep himself for today. Stepping in front of the mirror in his room he eyed his reflection. His short brown hair, his soft facial features giving him the look of a rather young person, his toned body (he did not work out for no reason, after all) - all good. Sure, he wasn't the tallest guy, but hey - size was overrated. He more than made up for it with sheer charm, intelligence and modesty. Yes, his looks were fine, but it was his personality that would really win her over. He eyed the outfit he had prepared for today: a short shirt that accentuated his build, slim jeans and his trademark cap. After a quick shower he would go outside and finally make her his and his alone. Yet as he let his mind wander, the images of his dream replayed vividly like a movie in a theater. Oh, how he longed to see her, to feel her, to touch her supple skin and smell her scent! Her body was temptation and her smile pure seduction! Other people would probably kill for her, but he was a moderate guy - yet even with his incredible self control he would probably commit a crime if only it meant for her to belong to him and him alone. He closed his eyes, remembering how he had dreamt about letting his hands roam over her body... over her curves... to rip open her outfit and do the things to her every man in existence wanted to do... His hands had traveled downwards while he fantasized about her, soon arriving between his legs. Oh, what harm could a little fun do? The shower could wait, after all. Sweetie, do me a favour and wake up already, will you?" Her mother's voice startled her awake from a dream that had gone on for too long. How long had she slept? Since the sun was already high up on the sky it seemed she had slept in quite a bit. Well, that's what you got from staying up for far too late... A knock on the door made her groan just as her mom spoke again. "Come now, get up already! You know I'll be going soon and I want to say goodbye to my baby girl - preferably not while she's still half asleep! Now, tip top! Get up sleepyhead." She heard a chuckle from just outside the door. Her mother knew she did not care for those nicknames one bit. That was probably her trying to get her agitated, to get her to get up. Well, she was right, after all. They had planned for a shared breakfast before her mother went on her business trip. She was visiting her father a few towns over. He worked as a Pokmon breeder and had gotten involved in a rather important job, one that required him to stay on location for a few months now. Her mother, a reporter for a local radio station by trade, now and then reported on the project, or at least about what was publically available about it. These last few weeks had been rather lonely in this house. Her mother spent half of the day outside, what with her job and all, and her father was away at the project. And today she started her one week vacation with him, both of them deciding to take a break from all this work and getting some peace and quiet for a while - which was probably why she wasn't going with them. "Be honest with us - having the house for yourself isn't actually bad, is it? You need not lie to me. When I was your age, I would've loved to have some peace and quiet from my obnoxious parents!" her mother had said with a laugh. So she had proposed for them to have breakfast together (it had been quite a while since that had last happened, what with their daily schedules and such) and had pestered her about it until she agreed. "I'm still waiting !" her mother said in the kind of annoying sing- sang voice all parents seem to learn how to do to immediately annoy their children.

A low groan echoed off her pink pillow decorated with Squirtels, the waking noises of a teenage girl like the rattle of a snake. Emery's eyelids only faintly came open, an aversion to the light of day that was shining through her window and the open door of her room. This couldn't be happening... how could anyone sound so chipper at this hour? Her head was still on the pillow as her mom began to ask her questions, the nagging incessant enough that she knew she couldn't escape it until she answered. Yeah, I'll get to sleep in once you leave. She tossed the blanket off of herself, a soft white t-shirt and blue panties the only clothing hugging to her slender figure. I wouldn't hold it against you if you just left now and let me sleep... her voice was like gravel as she tried to garner the energy to continue. Her hand slipped downwards on her body, scratching her pubic mound under her panties where a tuft of hair crowned her womanhood. Rolling off the bed, she only barely got one leg to the floor to catch her body before she would have plummeted to the carpet. Groans and moans were the only language she spoke as her mother rushed her along to breakfast. Emery didn't even bother to get further dressed, the comfort of home full of complacency and comfort that the need to cover her panties or put on a bra over her flat chest seemed negligible. Rubbing her eyes, she simply pushed past her door and made her way to the dining room where her mom awaited. Uhhh... good morning, Bingo. She yawned, patting the Arcain on the head as she passed the large fire dog pokemon. In turn, the pokemon's nose began sniffing, poking at the front of her crotch as the essence of her maidenhead wafted through the sensitive pokemon's nose. Stop it, Bingo, she shoved his face back away from her panties, scratching her stomach as she turned the corner to the dining room. Alright, mom... I'm here. You win. Her strides were reluctant as she made her way towards breakfast.

It was cold and dark in the Pokemon Center hostel that morning, a certain chill in the air as the air conditioning ran in overdrive. It was almost for certain that the manager of this particular Pokemon Center in the Northern section of Olivine City was having a hot flash for them to think this was an appropriate temperature. The large room which housed a dozen bunk beds was quiet as a faint light and murmur of activity in the hallway outside began to signal the breaking of a new day. There were no windows in this particular room, the northern section of the coastal city being not the most affluent, and the Pokemon Center followed suit. The plain scraped-up walls and rickety bunk beds left little to be desired as the creaking and scratching of the canvas beds continued through the night. As Gaius awoke from his cold slumber under a thin wool blanket provided by the center, he would recall that he had been visiting Olivine City to be tested for fertility and whether the Orange Flu had taken affect in him. It had been months since the world first learned of the horrendous and frightening virus. At first, the government warned that thousands could die from the blight that ran like wildfire through the population. But as scientists had time to study it and doctors observed many of the patients, they discovered the peculiar nature of the disease. Only about 10% of those infected died, and of those 10%, 95% were male. Of the 90% who survived, the female population had the mildest symptoms with no long-term effects from the disease. However, the true tragedy of the virus was realized all too late as 99% of males infected with Orange Flu saw a loss of fertility and sexual desire. The news of this spread like wildfire through the world, the possibility of the virus's long-term impact being the extinction of humanity and/or devastation to the economy should the birthrate drop too low. Months after the last few cases of the disease were reported, males from across the country were brought to Pokemon Centers to be tested for the long-term affects. The lucky less than 1% being deemed as breeders, given express mandates to spread their seed in the female population as much as they could. It was done so discreetly, the identities of these breeders kept a close secret to avoid reprisals by envious men who now found themselves inept. Gaius himself had just taken the test the day before. He had heard the doctor announce that this Pokemon Center had not gotten a positive test yet for a breeder. The test itself took twelve hours to process and thus all subjects were invited to stay in the Pokemon Center for the night in the usual trainer housing. As morning crept on, Gaius would soon have his life changed, a text arriving on his phone. Gaius, please proceed to Dr. Betters' office at your earliest convenience, please do so with discretion. He would know from yesterday that the doctor's office was just down the hall in the Pokemon Center.

Gaius was used to the searing summer sun beating down on him as he worked the fields at his family Ranch, his skin darkly toned from the long hours hoeing fields, watering plants, fertilizing and harvesting, and that was all before dealing with the Pokemon. It was primarily a stud ranch, giving Gaius an acute understanding of breeding, how to pair pokemon together, get them in the mood for romance, and maximize potential pregnancy. This air-conditioned hostel he was in, attached to the PokeCenter, was... brisk, in a word. He wore his jacket and still shivered occasionally even under the covers of the thin duvet that he had found on the top bunk. It wasn't the first time he had been jealous of pokemon and how they lived in their perfectly climate-controlled pokeballs. Out on the ranch, so removed from the world, the Orange Flu had read like a drama, some overly dramatic TV show. The infectious disease had a high mortality rate, something unusual for the Johto region and newsworthy in itself, but as time had worn on, the news took an even more dramatic turn, not only were the male population down around 8-9% (and the Johto region was already favoring the female population some 52-48%) but on top of this, most men infected had been found to be infertile and almost as many unresponsive to sexual arousal. The weight of the situation had been lost on Gaius until the Orange flu finally made its way to their little Ranch. All of them caught it. No one died of course, but the struggle had been real, trying to clean barns with cold sweats and chills had been harrowing. Several times the miltanks had been unmilked, their udders swollen and crops unharvested. On Government orders he had made his way to Olivine city, though money was tight and he couldn't afford much. He had taken up rooms in the Poke-center. Hearing the buzz from his phone, he picked it up to read the text, it was neutral, giving no hints as to which way the test had gone. His heart sunk... The nerves were getting to him, he was a young, strapping man, this would crush him. Stretching, he rose, fondling the pokeballs in his messenger bag, wondering if he should let his lifelong companion, Riley out to stretch his legs. But no... This was no time to be distracted, there would be a long walk home too, at least a week, maybe two, plenty of time to stretch his legs. Instead he got dressed quickly, skin puckered like gooseflesh at the chill in the air and muttered under his breath about the AC before he made his way down the hall to knock on the door of Dr. Better. It was quiet and he met no one on his way, removing the need to be too discrete, but his stomach was a ball of nerves as he opened the door and slipped inside, taking his seat "So Doctor... What's the verdict? Stud or Sterile?" He inquired, trying to make light of the situation despite the butterfree in his stomach.

It was the twentieth anniversary of the extra-terrestrial visit that had laid waste to a number of remote locations around the Earth, without having made any attempts at making contact with Human civilization, leaving behind zones where the laws of physics had been altered by either their technology or biological remains, in much the same way Humans might leave behind remains after a picnic by the roadside. The event, commonly known as "The Visit," had left behind zones that were mostly uninhabitable for humans. It was also Jamie's twentieth birthday. She had been born at a free clinic run by nuns from the cloister attached to the Cathedral of St Dymphna. For most of her life, Jamie had experienced misery and abuse, which could have broken anyone. But she was also a survivor. After her mother died of an overdose, she bounced around the foster care system and suffered verbal, physical, and sexual abuse at the hands of so many foster parents that she had lost count before ending up in an orphanage run by the very same nuns who had delivered her into this bleak, molested world. It was after running away from the orphanage that she began to exhibit special powers: the ability to camouflage herself against any surface being the first, but she also developed telepathic abilities and a level of agility that would make an Olympic gymnast look like a blind, clumsy child wrapped in pillows on rollerskates. She also had a heightened intuition and often dreamt of things that later happened just as she had dreamt them. It was also after running away from the orphanage that she met Red Schuhart who saw a talent for traveling into The Zone that surrounded the city that had once known its name but abandoned and forgotten it after the event. She was twelve at the time and unlike all other men she had met, Red did not abuse her in any way, physically, verbally or sexually; all he wanted from her was her talent for getting past gravitational anomalies, flesh-eating brawn and other such dangers that made The Zone a place most sane people stayed clear of to get to the treasures it held, like for instance the needles that began to spin if you put the tip against a magnetic surface, and they didn't stop spinning until you physically removed the tip from the magnetic surface, making them a source of infinite energy, a solution to the age old problem of the Perpetuum Mobile. Trained and guided by her mentor Jamie made a fortune for Red and he paid her quite well for it. When Red was presumed dead three years later after failing to return from a solo raid into The Zone just north of the city, in search of the mythical Golden Orb that was rumored to be able to grant wishes, Jamie continued taking missions into The Zone for a while but eventually she stopped because after Red everyone was simply taking advantage of her abilities and talents without paying her nearly enough for her to make a living from it. She began drinking more and more to keep away the nightmares that didn't have the decency to remain nightmares and to numb the memories of the abuse she had been put through, both in her childhood and in the years after Red's presumed death. She also got into other drugs. She began smoking marijuana and taking a wide variety of pills regularly. Having spent all the money Red had paid her in less than two months, she was basically back to living on the streets; however, the manager of the Tabula Rasa Hotel let her stay in one of the smaller rooms in the attic in exchange for certain favors. The sun had only just risen above the horizon and the pinks and yellows had faded into a greyish blue. Jamie took one last drag on her cigarette and crushed it against the concrete floor of the roof before heading back down to her barely habitable room to start the celebration with whatever alcohol or drugs she still had left when her phone indicated the arrival of a new message. It was from Monkey, Red's mutated daughter, one of the first children born to a Stalker - those who made a living by retrieving objects from The Zone. She said she had new information about treasure in the deeper parts of The Zone that was for the most part unexplored. The first message was shortly followed by a second message containing a birthday greeting from Monkey. Monkey still lived with what was left of her mother Guta in a rather less than posh flat, not far from the Tabula Rasa, just a few blocks from the entrance to The Shallows, a part of the city where even before the event people who didn't want to be found went to disappear. It was a labyrinth into which most of the people living in the city hesitated to venture and even fewer came back from. It was also through The Shallows that the safest entrance to the Northern Zone could be reached. Safest once you actually reached it but Jamie had been through the labyrinth enough times with Red to know the way in her sleep. There were creatures living in The Shallows that most people wouldn't be able to conjure up in their worst nightmares. Luckily though, that wasn't where she had agreed to meet with Monkey but rather at a small juice bar called The Orchard because it had access to a fully enclosed and safely guarded plantation of fruits and berries which was then turned into various blends of juice, pures, jams and marmalade. Monkey was fifteen and one of the most beautiful creatures Jamie had ever laid eyes on, despite or perhaps because of her short but silky smooth fur that covered her entire body and was the reason for her nickname. Born five years after the event and one of the first children to have been mutated due to a parent's exposure to the radiation in the zones, Monkey had been born at home and there were no official records or birth certificate since Red had been rightfully paranoid about The Institute kidnapping her to experiment on her. Many children born after Monkey had suffered that fate and none of them had ever been seen again. The meeting was brief. Jamie bought them a pitcher of strawberry and lime juice which they shared while avoiding the topic of Red Schuhart as carefully as they could until Monkey took out a small black, severely water-damaged notebook and placed it on the table in front of Jamie. "Three pages from the back," she said in a rather throaty, only just barely human if that was what she really was, voice. Jamie nodded and turned to the third page from the back and there was a drawing of an orb surrounded by what looked like spiderweb and underneath the drawing was Red's distinctive handwriting: "Like a queen she sits on her invisible throne to judge those who come seeking her grace and grant the deepest wishes and desires of those she deems worthy." It was rather cryptic and even though Jamie had worked long enough with Red to decipher most of his riddles this one had her drawing nothing but blanks. She then flipped through the rest of the notebook which seemed to be a step-by-step map on how to reach the third page from the back. "I'll be in touch Monkey," she promised and tucked the notebook into the inside pocket of her leather coat. They both knew it was not true. They shared too much pain between them but it was still a nice promise to make. Monkey was almost like a sister to Jamie. "Tell your mother hello from me," she added and left with a casual wave goodbye. By the time she got back to the Tabula Rasa she had been gone about two hours and before doing anything else she went up onto the roof and hid the notebook in the blastproof safe box she kept hidden inside a disused vent up there. She then went down to O'Malley's half a block from the Tabula Rasa and ordered a quart of whiskey, on the tab. She needed to focus on deciphering the notebook and its cryptic message but first she needed to numb the pain of the memories meeting Monkey had brought up. Half an hour, and five cigarettes, later the whisky was gone and she got up to use the bathroom.

If you asked Lily Loveless where she was from, she would likely tell you to fuck off and do her best to stab you with something pointy. On the occasion when she was drunk or entertained enough, she might regale you with an impossible tale of her journey across the bad side of the moon, on her way to childhood's end. If she was high enough, and often she was, Lily might even tell you about the day of the eclipse, when the tigers broke free and the bridges burned and Corporal Clegg and the gnome with the paranoid eyes fought with four sticks in the battle for Nevermore. And all of these things, from the burning and stabbing to the stories, were not lies so much as a fairytale form of the truth. Protecting her from things like the knowledge of her father, Johnny Moon, a small-time Stalker that most real Stalkers saw as a vulture. The sort of extra scummy dirtbag who would shadow others into the Zone in an effort to profit off their missteps and misfortunes. The sort of loathsome lowlife that when Lily turned sixteen and was no longer of sexual interest to him, took her into the zone and used Lily to trigger a trap that disintegrated her. And while it wasn't unusual for people to disappear in the Zone, it was highly irregular for them to suddenly return. And that's exactly what Lily did, a year to the day of her disappearance but aged no less than five years upon her return. Strolling out of the Zone with funhouse mirror memories that had been shattered and scattered to the wind like shiny little dandelion seeds. And the strange ability to nudge bits and pieces of reality into something more palatable to her own world view. So on this day as Lily strolled down the street toward a door marked with an overhead sign that read O'Malley's. Lily's Swiss cheese mind went to work. "Ohhhhhhh Miss O'Brian!" And no sooner had Lily said the name than reality twisted just enough to change the sign from O'Malley's to O'Brian's. Lily clapped her hands together and practically skipped to the door. She stopped in front of it, crossed one leg tight in front of the other and stood tall on tiptoe, pretending for one music-filled moment to be the itty-bitty ballet dancer in those jewelry boxes decorated like cake. Unlike the little trapped lady, her feet were bare and crusted with crumbly mud, her legs were equally naked and filthy, streaked with dirt, and a pattern of violent red slashed across her straight jacket, which hung off her shoulder like an oversized nightshirt, straps dangling provocatively against her wrists and thighs. The straight jacket was a gift from her ex boyfriend, Christopher. Who had slashed her throat and dumped her. Except her throat seemed fine now but maybe that's just how throats worked. Either way her parting gift was the jacket, her only stitch of clothing. Which was just long enough to hide the dark heart between her thighs in shadow, yet show a sliver of her perfectly shaped ass cheeks. Lily's blonde mane was a riot, and there had been a hasty and sloppy effort to clean her face, followed by an even hastier and sloppier effort to apply makeup. Her lips were a bright and deadly crimson red, and her eyes were heavily rimmed with smudged coal, making her cool blue irises both airy and electric. From the corner of her mouth, at a jaunty angle, protruded the wet stick of a butterscotch lollipop. With excited breaths, narrowed eyes, a quirky curled grin, Lily slapped her palms down on the door handle and tossed it open so hard and so wide that the upper half of her body folded in an accidental bow. Rolling with it, she snapped back up, canted her chin like a saucy flamenco dancer, lifted one gracefully curved arm, then still on her toes, dragged her feet like a diva into the room. The door rebounded behind her, slammed closed, and Lily snapped her chin up in the opposite direction, as if attracted by the sound. She smiled brightly, clapped her hands together and walked in like she owned the place. Her steps confident but playful, her hips swinging and bouncing beneath the hem of the straight jacket, meanwhile leaving a breadcrumb trail of blood-caked dirt on her way to the bar, greeting everyone she passed. "Heya guys. Hey!" When her airy blue eyes landed on Jamie, Lily pulled the lollipop from her mouth with a suggestive suck and an excited smile. "Jamie! Are you here for group therapy?" Lily then furrowed her brow, cut her eyes around the room and then returned them to Jamie at which point she whispered sweetly and with genuine concern."Babe? Did you get tossed in the nuthouse?"Lily pointed her fingers in quirky directions and crossed her eyes. "The people here are fucking crazy." Her eyes wet back to normal and Lily nodded in agreement with herself as she pointed, in a way that was anything but subtle, at a table of thugs who were eyeing her like a pack of hungry wolves. "And sometimes dangerous." Then, still smiling at Jamie with a dash of schoolgirl swoon, Lily forgot the flavor of her lollipop which visibly changed from butterscotch orange to cherry red as she plopped it in her mouth.

The lives of two young noblewoman were about to change, although not in the manner they would ever imagine. Everything started off as a normal day yet at the end of it, they found themselves waking up in cages with their wrists bound tightly behind their backs and gags in their mouths. If they bothered to look around them, they would find many others in cages and in front of them were a number of people wearing masks. A man stood up in front of them with a microphone in hand as different cages were brought forward, and person after person were being bid on. The black market...a slave auction more like it. Something that many nobles had tried to ban but there were many who enjoyed the concept of slavery. Buying people just to treat them as nothing more than some toy to do with as they pleased. And there were some whose favorite slaves to have were those that when they first got them they were nothing but fighters, but in the end they turned into nothing more than a broken toy. Complacent, obedient, the perfect slave. Yet in the time it took them to break the person, that once noble would find themselves going through years of torment and training, just to become that obedient toy. It had been two years since the young duchess of Winters family had been taken while she was on her way to a tea party. The once sixteen year old female was now an eighteen year old woman, and had only grown into her beauty over the two years. The man who bought her hadn't always be a monster but over the past year he had become somebody that everybody learned to fear. He ruled his slaves with violence and fear, having no qualms about if his actions resulted in the death of a slave. After all, slaves were disposable; they could be replaced. Kaeya Winters was half the person that she had once been, covered in injuries from head to toe yet she didn't seem to make a sound other than counting out loud. Anybody else would have been crying out upon feeling the whip strike their bare back yet the jet black haired female didn't make a noise at all other than count. Tears fell down her cheeks but that wasn't about it. She knew better than to make a noise other than count, just as she knew better than to stop counting. It would restart the punishment all over again. She internally screamed for somebody to help her, anybody. No, she just wanted to be free from this vile man and return home...and step up into her role as duchess now that her parents were deceased. Step up as duchess and take over her family's toy company.

Analise Harper von Harken was the oldest child of the Von Harken family, whose family runs a series of boutiques and fabric suppliers. At eighteen, Analise had long blonde hair with a hint of red and she stood at height of five foot six inches. She was heading out of the last boutique when she was grabbed and dragged to the slave market where she was going on to the stage to be sold. The dress she was wearing was one of her own designs, which allowed her to move easier but with her hands bound behind her it made it hard for her to do anything even run. Azreal was leaning back in his chair when he felt the cry for help from a human. This had him sitting up straight and smiling. "Yes, come on keep crying for help," his eyes glowed as he said this, causing most humans to run away. Azreal stood up and moved to the circle, waiting for her to call out again. His tail twitched as he waited for her to call out again.

Agronak gro-Sharuk was an Orc coming into his eighteenth winter in Skyrim. Born in Mor Khazgur in The Reach, where the capital city was Markarth, most of his kind within Skyrim were content to spend their lives in strongholds and away from other civilized races. However, Agronak wanted more. After all, he was named after Agronak gro-Malog, the famed former Grand Champion of Cyrodiil's Arena who had lived and died over two hundred years ago. He wanted to get out there and become a warrior worthy of that name. Being the humble son of a blacksmith and therefore not expected to become a Chief, he was thankfully free to leave with Malacath's permission. Those who sought to become great warriors all sought out The Companions in Whiterun. They were a warrior guild with a storied past, the original 500 Companions following Ysgramor to the continent of Tamriel from the ancient Nord homeland of Atmora. Agronak could feel in his heart that that was where he would become great. He made the trek on foot, trusting in the Orcish armor and weaponry that he had smithed himself to keep him safe. Wolves, bears, and saber cats all assailed him, but none could stop him. After three day's journey, he set foot in the glorious city of Whiterun. Agronak rushed to the mead hall of The Companions and begged to join. A Nord named Vilkas told him that he would have to be tested for his mettle, a test he eagerly agreed to. A larger Nord named Farkas agreed to face him in a sparring match. While Agronak did not win the match, he held his own and showed both courage and fighting spirit. Everyone agreed that the young Orc had potential, and so he was accepted into The Companions. Shortly afterward, he began training to master the longsword, his fellow Companions helping him out when they could. One month later, he was also a regular at the Bannered Mare. He would be there every night, listening to bard music while drinking around a warm fire. He was friends with Bekah, the blonde Nord tavern wench, though he hoped to be more. Although he was a warrior, he just wasn't attracted to warrior women like Aela the Huntress. He was attracted to softer, more feminine women. "Bekah, another, please?" Agronak asked, holding up his empty tankard.

A large polished counter of dark wood ran along one wall. There was a pot-bellied bald man behind it, and a long shelf full of alcohol bottles. What caught most men's attention though was the serving wench. She had blonde hair and an round bosom that looked quite inviting to most of them. There was a professional smile on her face as she talked to customers and carried a tray of drinks around. She was wearing a long dress that went down to her ankles but the white frilly shirt beneath her bodice displayed a lot of her impressive cleavage. Her round breasts almost looked they wanted to pop out of her shirt. An appreciative whistle escaped a customer's lips as he walked over to a table and took a seat. For a few minutes he simply watched Bekah hurry around the tavern and serve other customers, but when she happened to stumble by he called out to her. "Hey, beautiful, I'd like to order some food now. I think you've made me wait long enough." The blonde immediately froze and turned to look at him, There was a frown on her face, but Agronak just met her gaze and smiled confidently. Bekah knew he was an extremely attractive woman. She was slightly taller than average and had an slender and curvaceous build. Her classically gorgeous face was framed by long blonde hair and intelligent dark brown eyes. "I'll be right with you in a second," Bekah replied as her professional smile returned. Agronak however wasn't looking at her face. Her chest looked even more stunning from close up. She approached him, and whispered "I'll be right back with you, Ag'. Give me a minute.

by the wonderful @cyrodilicbrandy with (admittedly minimal) input from yours truly Kinloch Hold, Lake Calenhad The Circle of Magi, Fereldan Chapter 9:28 Dragon Late Evening The scent of old parchment mingled with the faint stink of burnt wood wafted through the secluded little alcove of the library where they sat. Scrunching his nose, Templar Cayden hastily snuffed out the little fire at the edge of the large rosewood table, shaking his head exasperatedly all the while. "Remind me why I agreed to help you again?" he groaned, coming back to sit beside the young woman he was talking to after he'd made sure the cinders had died out. The old Knight Commander wasn't exaggerating when he said to keep your armor and shield upon you at all times when dealing with mages. If it weren't for his plated armor and quick reaction in forming the anti-magic barrier, he would've been burnt to a crisp. Not that he'd ever get an apology out of Aria. She would probably crack a joke and go back to her dusty tomes if he knew anything about her. And the thing was, he did know quite a lot about the red-maned elven maiden. Quite hard not to, when the two had practically grown up together in the tower where the Circle of Magi was housed; Cayden given to the Chantry as a babe, and Aria arriving soon after when her powers manifested. Despite the two of them being Templar and Mage and being of different races to boot, they had grown up to be the best of friends, and eventually came to love each other, as was natural when one locks men and women together in a tower with nothing to do. Yet, their relationship was secretive, in every sense of the word. Templars and Mages don't fraternize after all, and those that do mingle with the other are viewed with suspicion from both sides. Sometimes, it was tiring, running circles around everyone just so they could share a kiss or talk about their days. He could even say it was exhausting. Not to mention, it broke his heart every time one of his brothers lobbed insults at slurs at her and he could do nothing but watch on the sidelines. But it was moments like these, where there was no one to judge them and they were free to be themselves, laughing and smiling as young people should, that made all the trouble worth it. Even getting almost turned into a human steak. "Are you done throwing your spells at me? I'm itching to get out of this unbearable hunk of metal," he said with a grin, giving Aria a soft peck on her forehead as he settled down on the plush cushions, his armor creaking with every moment. She was studying for the last examination before she could undertake her Harrowing-- a dreadful affair he would rather not think of at the moment. His sword and shield were neatly laid against the bookshelves on the far end of the alcove, and so was Aria's wooden staff. Shifting in place, he turned to face the elven girl and gazed into her eyes, his own grey hues twinkling with mild excitement for what might come next, after she was done with the books. "It was nice of Wynne to let you stay in the library after dark. I might get a scolding for abandoning my post though." He shrugged nonchalantly, his duties the last thing on his mind at the moment. "You think she'd mind if we, uh..." He raised his eyebrows meaningfully, communicating from his eyes exactly what he was thinking.

Kinloch Hold, Lake Calenhad The Circle of Magi, Fereldan Chapter 9:28 Dragon Late Evening Ifone lived in the Circle, the smell of burning, whether near or far, was pretty much a constant smell; fire magic, after all, was very useful, even despite the obvious risks that learning it could pose. Though Templars and Mages were far better equipped to deal with sudden magical conflagrations, as Cayden had just proved. Aria had been, for a moment, wearing a rueful expression; one that quickly changed to a playfully exasperated grin as the Templar grumbled and groaned on about their arrangement, him being some kind of guinea pig for her studying. Aria knew it was just for show, better exemplified when Cayden pressed his lips softly to the top of her head. For most of their lives, the two had known each other and had the opportunity to get very close indeed. Though, it wasn't exactly unexpected that two people of a similar age, cooped up in a Tower of which neither could leave, would find themselves attracted to the other. There was just one problem - well, several in actuality, but predominately her being a Mage and him being a Templar forced them into secrecy. She was also an elf, and relations between humans and elves were... fraught, at best. Still, the two of them put on a brave face. They had to, really, although it seemed that Cayd took it to heart more than Aria did, especially when some Templar or other decided to shove her a little and call her a 'knife-eared bitch'. She knew Cayd wanted to step up and say something, but that would bring suspicion on the both of them, effectively ending their relationship, such as it was. Although Ari had been very young when the Circle gave her to them, but even her earliest years were filled with vague memories of racist abuse hurled at her and her family - it, like being a Mage, wasn't something she could change, and so like water off a duck's back, she just shrugged it off. Or at least tried to let Cayd think she shrugged it off. But he loved her, just as she was, so ultimately that mattered more than anything. Except perhaps the Harrowing. Her eyebrows furrowed together for a moment, thinking of that, but although her practicing tonight was all for the benefit of the last exam she needed to pass, she didn't want to dwell on that. Though perhaps, she'd have to bring it up with Cayd at some point - they couldn't just skirt around the issue until it was suddenly upon them. Regardless, she turned to Cayd, eyes twinkling. "I think I'm done for now," she said, voice light. "You've been a very good test subject, I think you deserve a rest." At his own raised eyebrows and suggestive expression, she shook her head, though wearing a smile; she of course knew him well enough to understand what he was getting at, and it wasn't as if she was going to say no against this opportunity. It could, after all, be days until they were able to sneak even a quick, passionate kiss together. "Wynne would mind - outwardly, at least. She has no issues with lightly scolding anyone!" Aria said with a chuckle. "Though I don't think she'd exactly begrudge us this time, either. As long as we do not make a mess and put everything back where we found it.

Hylian history is replete with legends of the sacred times... The stories of the destiny shared by the 3 chosen ones of the goddesses have been told and retold throughout the ages; each tale more extravagant than the last... Before time began, before spirits and life existed... Three golden goddesses descended upon the chaos that was Hyrule... Din, the goddess of power... With her strong flaming arms, she cultivated the land and created the red earth. Nayru, the goddess of wisdom... Poured her wisdom onto the earth and gave the spirit of law to the world. Farore, the goddess of courage... With her rich soul, produced all lifeforms that would uphold the law. The three goddess, their labors completed, departed for the heavens. And golden sacred triangles remained at the point where the goddesses left the world. In their absence, they entrusted the protection of this world to the goddess Hylia. Since then, the sacred triangles have become the basis of our world's providence. It has also been the basis of our world's biggest calamities... Each iteration of destiny has been unique and has endured even through fragmentation of time itself... But the cycle of rebirth will continue until the end of time. Ganon, the manifestation of hatred and the wielder of the Triforce of Power... Princess Zelda, the mortal incarnation of the goddess Hylia and the wielder of the Triforce of Wisdom... And Link, the chosen hero sent by the goddesses to protect the land from evil and wielder of the Triforce of Courage... No matter the story, the three chosen ones will be reincarnated to the center of destiny, battling for supremacy. Time flows like a river, and history repeats itself.. Over the generations, the people of Hyrule grow more disconnected from the tales and superstitions of the past. The events of the past are obscured by the mists of time and become more myth than legend. Destined for the Sisyphean task of reincarnating for all of eternity by the hatred of Demise, the dark one has risen once again... And as the legend mandates, the dark one will rise to create chaos -- but the hero will vanquish them time and time again. But what if destiny doesn't play out as it is supposed to...? Huu'gh... d'aaah...." Link grunted in agony after the last bolt of lightning rattled his body to its core. The clank of his massive mirror shield to the ground was accompanied by the warble of it gyrating on the floor, trying to reach its equilibrium. The Master Sword had fallen to the ground as the pointy-eared boy's eyes rolled back in his head. After all of the harrowing battles and quests to get to this point, it hadn't been enough. The battle had raged on for what felt like an eternity and the two immutable adversaries were drenched in their own sweat from the destined struggle. The hero's iconic jade tunic was torn and tattered in various locations; stained by the sweat and blood and dirt of the battle. There was a slanted gash across the top of his forehead that had been bleeding profusely earlier, but the battle had caused it to clot already. Dropping to his knees as his mind blacked out, Link could only see the menacing eyes of that grim green face as Ganon lumbered toward him. The wind howled atop the battered ruins of the upper half of the castle and all of Hyrule could feel a dark shadow descending upon it in that moment. Panting desperately, Link tried to will his body to go beyond its limits to keep fighting, but it wouldn't answer his calls. As he fell face down onto the ground, his body involuntarily twitched and tensed repeatedly. This couldn't be... This wasn't what the legend spoke of. The hero had fallen. @Major Mario

And as the hero fell, a burst of great and terrible laughter arose. Standing tall and proud, a fiery-haired Gerudo woman towered over Link, her conquest. Gerudo women were tough, stalwart warriors whom even the most talented of Hylian knights wouldn't want to tangle with, but this one was unique. The Triforce of Power gleamed on her right hand that held a menacing, large scimitar while a radiant, golden shield was clenched in her left. Her outfit was the typical, traditional Gerudo fare, but one fitted with leather and metal to help shrug off glancing blows. It was rather risque, all things considered, yet most Gerudo weren't too shy to show what they had. If anything, the bare bronze skin only helped this powerhouse! "Poor boy," she cooed with a sneer, her flaming amber eyes narrowed down at the green-garbed legend. "The spirit is willing, but the flesh is just so weak, no? Typical. You just didn't have enough stamina to best me." For as long as it had been remembered, the wielder of the Triforce of Power had always been a Gerudo man, a rarity even in this crazy land. But this story isn't like the others. No, this time the Triforce of Power had been blessed to a Gerudo woman, one who was just as dark and ambitious as all the other Ganondorfs before her. To some she was merely Ganon, but to few she was known asGanondora. In such short time she had been able to rally the Gerudo and infringe on Hyrule's precious land, set to claim the kingdom for herself and those who followed her. And of course, she expected that pesky, courageous hero to come try and stop her! Ganondora approached the defeated hero and knocked his sword and shield away with her scimitar. As far as she knew, touching that Master Sword was beyond her, so better safe than sorry. She discarded her equipment as well and loomed over Link, kicking him in the side to roll him over. Oh how giddy she was- Defeating your sworn, destined enemy was sweet ambrosia, but even better was deciding what to do with him when all was said and done. "Don't pass out! We've only just started! Come now, perhaps you can satisfy me in another way?" Like a cat with a mouse, Ganondora pounced atop Link and held him down with her firm rear pressing deeply into his crotch. She sat upon him like a conquering queen on her throne, though here she just couldn't help but grind a bit where she sat.

Sasuke sat on the edge of the bed, his shirt off and his pale chest exposed. For being fairly slim he was quite muscular and toned for his age at 17. He had to be, given that the entire future of his clan had been placed on his shoulders, and tonight was to be the fruition of a number of plans coming together. It had been a number of years since the slaughter; the near extermination of his clan by his older brother, Itachi. Still, his brother had failed to kill them all, a number of Uchiha had been called out into mission just that evening and had escaped the carnage. Still, there were so few of them left, and the remaining adults did what they had to do to insure the clan's future. Sasuke was deemed the most likely to have the most potent blood of the Uchiha left in the clan, and he had been arranged to be married to Hinata of the Hyuga Clan mere weeks after the death of his family. They had met only once after the arrangement had been made. Afterwards, they hadn't talk about it or bring it up to each other, and often kept their distance. Sasuke had seen how Hinata had developed feelings for Naruto throughout the years, and thought nothing of it. He would do his duty for the clan. Now that they were both of age, they were officially married earlier today. It had been a village-wide celebration, for the two clans were some of the most powerful and well known in the Leaf Village. It had been an all-day celebration, and both he and Hinata had been put on display all day: saying oaths, kissing, holding hands, and faking smiles. It was all part of their duty. Now Sasuke waited for Hinata to exit the bath and join him on their marriage bed where they would consummate their marriage and hopefully produce a child, one that would be able to use both the Sharingan and Byakugan if at all possible.

Hinata knew she was stalling the inevitable, however she could not bring herself to leave the bath. She sat staring down at the water, insisting to Sasuke when they walked into their now shared bed chambers that she needed to bathe and clean herself. It had been a long day after all. Plus she did not give him much time to argue as she scurried into the bathroom, shutting and locking the door. Knowing if he wanted to enter a lock really wouldn't do her much good. Sure she knew about this arrangement for years....soon after the massacre of the Uchiha family. Ever since that day Hinata watched him from a distance. Curious about who her future husband would be. Soon enough another caught her eye and unwillingly Naruto became the source of her infatuation. Knowing there would never be anything between them did not stop the young girl's crush. Hinata took a deep breath. "Time to put your big girl panties on and go out there," she thought to herself as she rose from the tub, wrapping herself in a light blue towel. Turning to herself in the mirror, she had removed most of the makeup they had applied to her face before the wedding. Her hair was now down by her sides wet from her washing of it. Debating a moment putting on a nightgown, she decided to simply walk out in the towel. Hinata knew there was no avoiding this.... it was the reason for their marriage in the first place. Her face was a light red as she walked out, looking at the well-toned back of her now husband. Her hands gripping the towel tightly as she stepped forward, knowing he would hear her entrance.

How could the darkness hurt? Taliesin couldn't remember pain before the darkness.. The feeling of hands on her body, the pain as her body was violated, too weak to fight back. Raped, beaten... used again and again. For how long? She couldn't remember and when she woke, she wouldn't remember a thing. Only in this pain filled darkness could she remember what they had done to her. Her body being torn apart by liquid fire. Shadow claws toying with the tattered shields of her mind, worming through her thoughts, memories. Searching.. scouring for information. It had hurt, the woman had told her it didn't have to hurt, but where was the fun in that? She'd slowly picked her mind apart, like ripping the petals off a flower, the wings off a butterfly, shredding her past and remaking her as she wished. Then the nothingness had taken her. Her mind and body fracturing into pieces. Even here in the dark, sensation had flashed through. Pain.. breathless drowning.. While those sensations had come and gone, she'd slowly begun to gather the shattered fragments of herself. Some parts were missing, as she put together the decimated picture of herself. Time here in the darkness seemed to have no meaning. Days, seconds? She didn't know one from the other. Each small razor sharp part of who she was slowly placed into the frame of her mind. Too many pieces were missing. The picture was fractured as the mind trying to place the razor sharp pieces together, each cut only adding to the loss. A tangled web. The darkness was confusing. It was her reality, but was it? Her mind screamed at her that this wasn't where she was meant to be, but the small almost childlike part of her that put the picture together seemed content to remain in this darkness. The darkness was safe. Here there was no pain. A floating feeling, warmth.. But no more pain. It was safe. No one could hurt them here. No more pain, no more hurt, no more fear. Safe. If I leave here.. there will be pain.. and I still don't have all the pieces.. not whole.. The woman on the beach had once, perhaps been lovely. Laying in the sand, cuts and bruises covered her face, and any exposed part of her skin. It was safe to assume that the unexposed flesh had not been spared. She'd been beaten, tortured, perhaps more and left for dead. After a few long moments, her chest would rise, just barely as her body took a breath. Her skin was pale, marred in black and purple.. Blood crusted into cuts, the sea water not enough to wash all of it from her. Her hair was silver and grey, seaweed and sand tangled into it. Underneath blue tinged lashes, her eyes flickered. How long had she been there? It would be hard to tell. The sea water having dried out her lips, even relaxed it looked like she had a secret to share, the cut in her lip nor the rough appearance enough to hide it. Minutes would pass before another shallow breath was taken. A small crab crawled from between her breasts, underneath the torn top, the knit of it rough. The skittering of its legs against her battered flesh earned no sound from her. Whatever had happened, she'd been through the mill more than once. Waves lapped at her body as the tide came in, her hands lifted in the surf slightly with each pull and push of the water. Was it not for that slow, labored breathing it might be easy to mistake her for dead. Above her the sun beat down on her skin, slowly burning her. Patches of pale skin slowly turning pink and then red under its relentless gaze.

It was the Angler who sensed her first. His very purpose, even in this new fae form, was to find things on the edge of darkness and lure them into the deep, from darkness unto death. A year prior, he would have taken this soul quietly, without notice. Now, however, Cirrus served a different darkness - the Night Court. Without fanfare or malice, he lifted the fragile and broken creature from the sands. Without intervention, death would claim her soon enough, and there were things to be done before that. The quiet of the morning beach was broken as Cirrus winnowed to the House of Wind. It was here, in the depths of the royal home of Velaris, that High Lord Nyx first saw her. A silent nod from Cirrus was his only introduction to the situation. However, there was nothing to prepare him for the sight before him. On the other side of the enchanted bars, resting on an ornate bed, lay the most gorgeous fae he had ever seen. For a moment, it felt like the air had been pressed from his lungs. His hand moved to push the unkempt black hair from his face, as if to clear his vision. Not that it had any effect, despite being long enough to touch the back of his neck, he kept it from his eyes. Those deep blue eyes were fixed on this creature. Yes, he saw the cuts and bruises, the sand crusted in her hair. She was a mess. But, she was a lovely mess. Standing transfixed, it was a few long moments before he realized just how foolish he must have looked. Grateful to be alone, Nyx remembered his purpose. Immediately, the cell thrummed with boundless power as he called the magic within him. The shadows in the corners flared to life and a new darkness entered the room. It was a warm darkness, the dark you found on a summer night. It reached past the barrier of the cell, the one way enchantment giving him no issue. The bruises on the young woman faded a touch, the cuts closed. The magic sought the deepest damage, the most important things. His healing abilities were far from perfect, but they suited his needs. A prisoner need not be fully recovered to provide information. While his magic worked, Nyx moved a bit closer to the cell bars. They had no door, only able to be opened by magic, so he stood nearly pressed to the metal. His height, and delicately folded Illyrian wings, made Nyx fill the space, nearly looming over the woman even from the distance between them. There was something about her that made him push his magic a bit harder. He wanted to fix her. So, his power vibrated the walls as he followed his instinct. Still not perfect, he could only fill her with magic, hoping to fix whatever kept her from waking, to satisfy the itch to help. Thus, he stood before the prisoner, face grim with focus, for a moment forgetting how dangerous she could prove to be.

Welcome to a Ainsley original production! Fate and destiny can be such evil forces. You think you are doing everything right in life then all of a sudden you find out they have completely other plans for you. When you think you know what you want in life, they swoop right in and loudly proclaim that you are completely WRONG. #teamjinsley is out here tackling twilight! Well, at least the imprinting side. Only issue is that fate and destiny are cruel and have decided that two individuals born from opposing beings are destined for each other. What we will learn quickly is that while fate and destiny have the final say, external forces (both mortal and immortal) will try any and everything to go against it. Except for the two that destiny has joined together. To achieve the pure happiness they desire more than life itself, they must be ready to fight fang and claws to keep it. **Disclaimer:: This role play migrated from its original thread on another role playing site. The first 9 posts are previous posts written between Jin and me.** tab tab tab tab () CLARKE WINTERS CLARKE (SPEECH) tab tab tab CLARKE (POWERS) tab tab tab OTHERS I hope everything is to your liking. I tried to be as close to what you had asked for when you bought the property. It was definitely quite a list. The real estate agent let out a nervous chuckle at this. Clarke turned her head briefly from the large portrait in the hallway to strain her hearing towards the conversation. She heard the agents elevated heartbeat as her parents surveyed each room. The longer the two of them remained silent, the more nervous he got. At one point, as they walked up the stairs to the second story, she wanted to join in with the small group just to give this poor man a chance to calm down. But that feeling passed when she finally heard her parents make comments about what they had done with the decor of the house. This house seemed smaller than any they'd lived in over the past eight years - but then again, this was the first time they'd all live together without their adoptive grandparents, Abram and Natasha Winters. It was still unclear why they had decided not to come with them when they moved to Cork, Ireland. When Clarke asked about it the first time, they only told her that it was time for them to be a family. That didn't make sense, though; they were a coven, one of the most close-knit covens in the world. They wouldn't be a family if they weren't all together. Clarke kept her ears strained on any conversations or movements from upstairs while she remained downstairs. She continued to wander around - from the kitchen to the living room and sometimes outside to do a couple laps around the yard. At this point, she wasn't really observing her new environment; she was killing time. Right now, she was waiting for the right opportunity to interrupt her parents' business and ask permission to leave. For hours, Clarke twirled her pen at impossible breakneck speed, just waiting to be used. It was killing her that she had not yet done what she promised Dakota when she first left him in Forks. Because of the move, she was a couple days late on her schedule, and the longer she delayed from doing what she needed to do, the more irritated she became. If she didn't find a gift shop soon, she would probably do something very stupid. She was just returning from doing a couple laps around their large backyard when she heard footsteps coming down the stairs. Her ears perked up and she felt the edges of her lips twist up in victory. After removing her shoes once again she rushed through the living room making sure not to move too fast so that she could meet up with her parents and the real estate agent at the foot of the stairs. The expression on her parents faces were as unimpressed as the past few years. The agent, on the other hand, was another story. He seemed to have completely forgotten that she was also in the house, so when he laid his eyes on her his expression went from shock at her speed to a soft admiration as he marveled at her beauty. This was something Clarke was starting to get used to. Where can I find the nearest gift shop?! Clarke asked eagerly, ignoring the looks her parents sent her to focus only on the agent. The man flushed at all the attention he was getting from her and had to take a moment to compose himself before fidgeting through his folder of papers. The rustling of the papers made her all the more impatient and she ended up moving to desperate times. She focused all of her energy on the human as she tapped into the vibrations he was emitting through his head. The vibrations looked like colorful waves; all coordinated for her to know exactly which one to pinpoint particularly to reach exactly what she wanted. When she was in tune with the right amount of frequency, a smirk appeared. Skip the papers and move straight to your phone, she ordered as she blended her thoughts with his so that he would perceive them as his own. She watched as the man stopped what he was doing abruptly and pulled out his phone. It didn't take long for her parents to figure out what she had done. Her father was the first to react; his expression cold and stern. But Clarke did not focus on this, instead she continued to push the human forward to look faster. Her mother climbed down the last few steps in the time it would normally take a human to blink. At this point neither of her vampire parents cared about keeping their secret from the agent. He wouldn't remember any of it once he was snapped out of Clarkes hold on his mind. Clarke, her mother said again, her tone sharp and threatening while letting out a low growl. Finally, she blinked out of concentration to look over at the beautiful vampire woman standing beside her. The sound of someone stuttering caused both mother and daughter to look away from each other to turn towards the human. He had a blank expression on his face that only changed to a look of confusion when he noted that Clarke's mother was no longer standing beside her father and that he had his phone in his hand. When did you? How did I? Clarkes father immediately looked over at her with another look then in a blink of an eye brought a smile on his face and placed a hand on the man's shoulder. The human winced at the chilling touch despite wearing a business suit. As Clarke's father led him back to the kitchen with the excuse that he didn't look too well due to stress, she and her mother were left alone. Blood rushed up to her cheeks to give it a rose-colored tint. Her gaze remained on the ground while her mother stared at her. The longer the silence went between the two of them, the more nervous she became. Her fluttering heart beat faster until it felt painful to breathe. When she finally chanced looking up, the cold expression on her mother's face had disappeared as concern replaced it. She must have heard her heartbeat as well. Biting down on her bottom lip gently, Clarke slowly stood straighter and flashed a small smile at her mother. I'm sorry, Momma... It's just. It's the 20th already she stuttered. Just then a hint of a breeze swept into the hallway as her father reappeared; this time without the agent. He took his usual place beside his wife and they both looked down at Clarke with sympathetic eyes. "You know how he gets around this time," she continued pleadingly. She saw the contemplation in their faces as they wondered whether it was a good idea to let her out right now. After all, it was technically still daytime despite the sun being covered by all the rain clouds in the sky. Please. I just want to get one postcard so I can be ready to let him know that I'm okay. Abram will be here in a couple hours and I want to make sure I get the post to him as soon as possible. I don't want him to wait another day. Go... her father said, pulling out a few five euro coins from his pocket. Clarke's eyes brightened as she took them. Hugging the coins to her heart, she leaped into their arms and hugged them tightly. Then before the human in the kitchen could walk in and on them, she pulled back and was out the door in seconds. The great thing about moving to Cork was it was more rural than city. Even if they had their own downtown city area and enough suburban neighborhoods, there were still areas that were covered in green. The house that her parents had bought in this move was a bit of a distance from the nearest neighborhood. With this much seclusion, no one in miles would be able to see Clarke utilize her supernatural abilities to get from her home to the nearest town in minutes. Stopping just outside the town, Clarke rested against a tree to catch her breath and let her heart calm. As she rested, she kept her eyes and ears in alert to take in her environment. She calculated how many humans were around her so that she could prepare for it. She could already feel the burning in her throat. After swallowing the thirst down a few times, Clarke finally straightened up and made her way to the plaza. There were plenty of eyes watching her as she walked through the parking lot towards the grocery store, Tesco. It wasn't a gift shop, but she was sure that she would be able to find one postcard there. She easily ignored the stares she was getting. After all, she was on a mission. The stares turned into murmurs when she entered the store. Some people whispered about her unnatural beauty; wondering if she was some supermodel or celebrity. Others questioned why she had wet hair and clothes. It never occurred to Clarke in her eagerness to grab an umbrella or wear something that would keep her from looking like she had ran in a heavy storm for hours. But to hell with her look and to hell with her audience. Where were the postcards? Excuse me, she called out to the nearest employee, a man looking like he could be in his late teens. He looked up from the box he had in his arms to turn to her. But when his eyes met hers, the contents of the box all came crashing to the floor and shattered and splashed everywhere. Clean up on aisle three. Clarke had to fight the urge to use her abilities to catch the box before it would make a mess, instead opting for taking a cautious step back to dodge getting pickled juice all over her shoes. Despite the large mess, the employee was still gawking at her. Clarke giggled at this before continuing on. "I was wondering where the postcards are?" she finally said. She watched the words slowly process in the male's head through her facial expressions. When he showed signs that he understood the request, he blinked a few times then finally looked down to see the damage he had made. By this time, a large man that looked to be the manager was storming over to investigate. A fair list of expletives were muttered before he looked up at Clarke again and pointed to the right of him. She merely grinned her appreciation before carrying on. As she walked away, she couldn't help smirking at the confusion of emotions that male was feeling between, as he phrased it, the astonishment of standing in front of a goddess and the fear that he was so going to get sacked. She didn't dare run back home from the store. The Irish rain was coming down a lot harder now and she could not risk getting the postcard she had picked out wet. It needed to be perfect and intact for Dakota. Luckily, she had been smart enough to bring her cellphone with her. So she called her father to come pick her up and gave him the address of the store. As she waited for her father to arrive, she remained in the coffee shop next door with a mug of tea that she left untouched. It didn't take long for him to arrive. She was beyond excited to get to her room and start writing her letter to Dakota. Her wolf imprinter must be worried and wondering how she was doing and if she was still aging as another year passed in her theorized short life. Although she looked seventeen on the outside, in reality she was only turning eight years old. Being born a hybrid meant that the process of her aging had been quickened. Since conception, she was in her mother's womb for no more than three weeks. After her birth she grew quickly with her mental maturity developing at an even faster rate. Clarke had very clear memories of those first few months after her birth. Not only were her parents worried that she was growing up too fast, but Dakota was as well. Because Clarke was the one that Dakota had imprinted on, her life was connected to his in more ways than one could possibly think. So the thought that her life might not last as long as they all would have liked possibly scared Dakota the most. Clarke could never get herself to think about what would happen to her wolf if she was no longer alive. Even to this day she can't think about it. After all, they were still so uncertain about how she was aging. Abram had hypothesized that, worse case scenario, her life would end at age fifteen. Everyone was hoping that the hypothesis would be false. Upon entering the house once again, Clarke's eyes widened when they fell on the large banner that read HAPPY BIRTHDAY CLARKE! The entire house had been decorated in sky blue decorations. In the dining room there was a pile of presents that filled every inch of the long dining table. She stood there incredulously as she put together just how quickly her parents must have worked to put all of this together in the short amount of time she had been away. And then everything started to make sense when she heard footsteps once again and her adoptive grandparents came rushing to meet her. A bright smile appeared on her face as she met Abram and Natasha and practically fell into their embrace. Despite running hotter than the rest of her family, being near them and their cold exterior was never a problem for her. She welcomed her adoptive grandparents into a warm embrace as if she hadn't seen them in centuries and she was beyond thrilled when they returned the feelings. Natasha was already going on about how they had arrived not long after she had left to go to the store and how they went right to work putting up the decorations. The gifts, she was then told, were mainly from the four of them. However, there was a handful from the Quileute tribe back at home. This instantly perked Clarke's interest as she rushed over to the table and read through all the names until she found the one that she was looking for. Her heart fluttered for a split second when she caught Dakota's name, instantly grabbing his gift. Through the wrapping paper she could smell leather. But it wasn't fresh. It had a musty age to it that made her think that this was much older than she thought. Her interest and curiosity perked up, and she immediately ripped off the wrapping paper to find out what he had gotten her. She was beaming as she took in the leather-bound journal. Her eyes remained on the carving on the cover; feeling the hard work Dakota must have put into it. When she opened it to the first page, her peripheral caught the familiar handwriting that was her imprinter, and she took in the words he wrote for her. She was falling in love with the journal the longer she held it in her hands. But more importantly, she felt like she was falling in love with the wolf that had her heart unconditionally. Abram soon came in to interrupt her. When she turned to look at her adoptive grandfather, her lovesick smile disappeared when she saw the familiar notebook that held all the notes about her development. Her heart felt like it had dropped to the pit of her stomach as fear suddenly crept in. If Abram had to report that she had shown signs of further development, she was going to hate writing her letter to Dakota. With a sigh, Clarke clung tightly to Dakota's birthday gift and turned to face Abram with her body stretched out to its full height. The examination took only a few minutes as Abram pulled out his measuring tape and quietly scribbled down notes he had in his brilliant mind. Her parents and Natasha stood at a distance with distressed expressions on their faces. They hated this examination as much as Clarke did. Finally, Abram put away his tape measure and stuck his pen behind his ear. He pondered over his notes for a moment as he analyzed the data he had collected. Clarke sat at one of the chairs from the dining room table, waiting impatiently for the verdict. He was deliberating the results for a long time. That could only mean one thing; he was preparing to give some bad news. Fascinating... Abram muttered suddenly and everyone in the house perked up to listen. A few more quiet minutes passed before he finally looked up with the warmest smile she had ever seen since her birth. There has been no changes since your seventh birthday. I think it's safe to conclude that you've stopped aging, sweetheart. Clarke had to tell Dakota. Now. October 20, 2006 My dearest Kota, Top o the mornin to ya! Or at least thats what I think people here in Ireland say. Thats what I usually hear in movies. As you can probably tell, Im in Ireland now! Or should I say again? I have never been to Cork before so I had a hard time finding the most notable thing about this place that I could find on a postcard. One of the store employees at this Tesco told me that Blarney Castle is one of those touristy spots that people need to visit when they're here. I would absolutely LOVE to visit it! You know how much I ADORE castles! Clarke had to pull out her personalized stationary to continue her letter. She was never good at keeping her letters on just the postcard. I had an interesting conversation with said employee, her name was Anna, by the way, about Blarney Castle. Apparently there is this stone where if you kiss it, you'll get this thing called the gift of the gab. She joked that this was the reason the Irish are such chatty people. It's adorable! I think it's so cute and I'm definitely going to persuade Momma and Daddy to take me someday soon. Maybe when Abram and Natasha come visit again. We've finally moved into our new house. It's a lot smaller than the house back at Forks. It's supposed to be meant for a small family of three; which is us! It's really quaint, but has a large front and back yard. I wish you could see it! We would have had so much fun running around all day. There aren't many humans around. Our closest neighbor lives fifteen minutes away from us. I can hear them from my room. It sounds like they have a lot of kids and a lot of animals. It's most likely a farm? I'll definitely check it out and give you an update in a few days. But enough about me for a moment, how are you doing, my dear Kota? Have you been receiving my letters? Are you eating well? How goes things in La Push? How's Ian and the rest of the pack? Have you traveled anywhere neat recently? How's your grandpa? How's Rebecca? God, I miss you so much. It pains me to still be away from you. And I haven't received a letter from you since we moved. I'm so upset with Abram and Natasha because they forgot to bring me any mail from you when they came to visit. OH! I ALMOST FORGOT! Guess what? I HAVE GREAT NEWS! Are you ready for this? I hope you're sitting down. I'VE STOPPED AGING! It's true! Abram did his routine examination when he arrived earlier to celebrate your birthday. He said that apart from minor advancements in your brain activity (he says it most likely has to do with the books you've been reading and also because your talents have been developing), you've stopped growing and your features are exactly as they were on your seventh birthday. You stole Abram's notes so that I can give you a copy of them so you can take a look at it yourself! Do you know what this means, Kota? I can go home soon! Since it's apparent that you've reached full maturity at the appearance of seventeen, getting your papers sorted should be no problem. This is so exciting. I've been waiting eight years to finally get that return plane ticket home to you. No more fears about your life being short lived. We'll be together for all our eternal lives! I have to go now. Momma is calling me down for cake, though I don't know why since none of them can eat human food. And I want to get this letter finished quickly so I still have time to send it to the post office. I want this letter and good news to arrive to you as soon as possible. Missing you more and more everyday, my sweet Clarke. Yours unconditionally and eternally, Kota After rereading what she had written to check for any mistakes, Clarke grabbed one of the yellow envelopes from one of the boxes and carefully stuffed her letter inside. She wrote down the address to her home back in Forks with Dakota's name above it. Her spirits were filled with joy thinking about how she was going to make Dakota so happy with her good news. After all the unsettling dreams she had been having involving her wolf and his pain of being apart from her, she hoped that the prospect of her returning home would be enough to cheer him up. As she returned downstairs to the celebration, it was more her parents and adoptive grandparents talking in the dining room ignoring the cakes. Clarke kept reaching for the bracelet Dakota had given her for their first Christmas together. The bracelet was now too small for her wrist so Natasha had to convert it to a choker which was fine with Clarke for now. When she finally returned downstairs, she indulged her family with the traditions of blowing out the candles on a birthday cake. However, she did not dig in to eat some; instead looking over at her father one more time. She lifted the envelope she had been holding the entire time and flashed him a pleading smile. She saw him note Dakota's name on the envelope and then let out a sigh as he understood what she wanted. Just because we're celebrating more than your birthday, he sighed out as he reached into his pocket for his car keys. Clarke beamed and dashed to the car faster than her hybrid abilities would let her. She didn't even take the time to explain what she was doing to her mother, Abram and Natasha. They already knew. And they could not do anything about it. DARLING DON'T BE AFRAID I HAVE LOVED YOU tab FOR A THOUSAND YEARS tab I'LL LOVE YOU FOR A THOUSAND MORE

tab tab tab tab tab tab ( ) DAKOTA CRESCENT KOTA (SPEECH) tab tab tab KOTA (PACK TELEPATHY) tab tab tab OTHERS (SPEECH) tab tab tab OTHERS "I can't wait till we get home so I can see her!!" "Nathan drop it." Ian's voice was stern and overflowing with authority, but while he spoke to Nathan, his eyes were glued to another male, one sitting across the table from him. He was watching Dakota who in turn had his eyes dangerously on Nathan. The room had gone dead silent after that, tension heavy in the air with everyone present too afraid to say anything incase they said the wrong thing. Nathan was the newest addition to the pack, having first phased just under a year ago. He also happened to have been the most recent to imprint, and he couldn't stop talking about his newfound love. Everyone was happy for him, those who had already imprinted knew what a wonderful feeling it was to have someone so vital to your very existence. And then there was Dakota. Who had imprinted eight years ago to this day, and was the only one there to have had to go through losing his imprintee; the love of his life. Nathan had been struggling to control himself ever since imprinting and everyone in the pack could see what a toll it was taking on their future alpha. When Nathan was in human form he was constantly gushing about his precious Lilly, when he was a wolf his thoughts were clear as day and never stopped. "Sorry, I forgot...I just miss her so mu--" Idiot. There was a bang followed by a crash as first Dakota shoved at the table before him sending it sliding several feet away where it caved from the supernatural force it had to endure, then his chair fell backwards as he jumped to his feet. Ian was quick to follow and moved between the two younger males, "Dakota..." Had they all been in their wolf forms, Ian could have stopped this with a single command. But they were currently all humans, sitting around a table...previously sitting around a table in a cabin they had found, and Dakota's rage was just as strong if not stronger than Ian's word as alpha. Nathan had led them all into a dangerous situation, a potentially fatal mistake that he'd hopefully learn from this time around. Nathan too was on his feet now, everyone was actually, and everyone's eyes were trained warily on Dakota. "Kota! Kota hey, shh, Kota..." That was Kaya's voice, she had placed herself directly in front of him, her hands on his bare chest, her eyes fighting to meet his. Every muscle in Dakota's body had visibly tensed and heat radiated off of him despite his already naturally high body temperature. Kaya was speaking softly to him as her hands left his chest to stroke the side of his face and ran her fingers through his hair. There was a desperate rush to her actions as she tried to reach Dakota whose eyes still lingered on Nathan. His eyes; they were framed by the heavy shadows left from lack of sleep. A coldness to them that rivaled even the inhuman bloodsuckers they hunted. Anger was obvious, but hidden behind it was eight years of pain. Pain not forgotten by his pack, but they had grown so used to it that most days they didn't give it a second thought. Kaya though, she was always quick to try and wish it away. She looped her thin arms around his neck and pulled him close enough for their foreheads to almost touch. "Kota..." She was knowingly putting herself in a very dangerous situation and the entire pack held their breath as they watched for Dakota's reaction. While she had been with them longer than Nathan had, she was still fairly new and hadn't been around to witness when Dakota's entire world shattered before them all. She came afterwards to pick up the pieces of his broken heart. Kaya never quite understood the severity of it all though and seemed convinced that she could fix him everytime. The pack knew better. They knew they could never truly trust Dakota anymore. They would leave their lives in his hands without a second thought. But concerning his tortured self there was no way of telling if he would flip or recover, like right now as they all waited, half expecting him to simply knock Kaya out of the way in his rage. He'd done it before, with just about each member who had ever tried to stop him, so no one would be surprised if he did this time as well. Each breath Dakota took looked almost painfully heavy with the rise and fall of his exposed chest. His expression still looked ready to attack without warning, but there was an exhaustion setting in that also made him look on the verge of passing out. Sleep didn't come easily for him, always going too long without enough, or sleeping for too long. It was usually fairly randomized, but the month of October always without fail had Dakota running on almost nothing at all. Kaya caught his eyes falter for a split second and her hands then moved, tracing his face to his neck across his shoulders and down his arms till her hands took his and she took a cautious half step backwards towards the door, "Let's go..." Her voice was soft, comforting, inviting, calling him towards safety. Safety for all of them. Dakota's eyes finally dropped to hers and he followed her out of the cabin, shutting the door behind them. Kaya smiled up at him, once again she'd succeeded in calming Dakota and she was obviously proud over her accomplishment. Dakota still had yet to speak but he freed his hands to wrap his arms around her and pulled her close, silently thanking her for all that she did for him. "Kota? Dakota!?" It had been almost two weeks since the incident in the cabin. This had been one of the pack's longer stays in one place. They hadn't been home since the beginning of October. They were still camping out in the abandoned cabin as it sat just over top a small town that had been terrorized by vampires as of late. This particular vampire didn't stray far from the center of the town though which made it a little difficult for a pack of wolves to move in for the kill. Which was the only reason they were still out here. Dakota had finally given into his exhaustion and had passed out on a mattress in what had probably been the equivalent of a guest bedroom back during the cabins prime. But as usual, sleep came at a price, and Dakota was thrashing in his sleep, chasing after an unreachable image in his head. It was one thing to toss or talk in his sleep, it was another to be scared for his life or others', and Kaya could tell the difference as she shook him awake, "Kota! Wake up!" His eyes flashed open, gasping for air and staring forward at the wall where just a split second ago he'd been staring instead after a little blonde girl with blood red eyes. "Clarke," he whispered, his voice barely above a breath as he struggled to catch his breath. Kaya sighed sadly, still praying for the day Dakota would be freed from this girl trapped in his heart, mind, memory, soul, and very existence. Clearly she was never coming back no matter how diligently they stayed in contact. Why couldn't Dakota see that? Or see how much she hated to watch him suffer over his lost love. She ran her hand through his hair like before, giving him a moment to catch his breath and adjust to being awake. "Ian's ready to head out," Kaya said, trying not to sound too impatient. Dakota pushed himself upright now, still shirtless as he had been for most of this trip; it was just easier that way. He looked towards Kaya who was now sitting beside him on the edge of the mattress. He scoffed at her words. "I needed sleep more than anything else." Kaya rolled her eyes. "You need rest, Dakota. How do you expect to get back home if you're too tired to even walk let alone phase?" Dakota didn't seem impressed and it was his turn now to run his hand through his own hair as he sighed. He was growing tired of this endless cycle and often found himself wondering what would happen if he stopped fighting through it every day. More than once Kaya had caught those thoughts of his and would be quick to scold him for them. Even if the one single thing he had to look forward to was a piece of paper traveled across the ocean from the very girl who haunted his dreams. "Hey," he said, looking back at Kaya. He hadn't even realized that he'd looked away. Her fingers were under his chin, tilting his head up to her level as she closed the distance between them until their lips touched. Dakota didn't move away. Maybe he was still too tired to react or possibly he was in shock, but then he was leaning into her kiss and the two lost themselves in the moment until a howl from outside broke them apart. Ian was calling, it was time to go. Dakotas eyes danced across Kayas face, the confusion obvious on his own. He'd never had any sort of romantic feelings for Kaya and that remained unchanged. But it didn't feel wrong to be here with her either. "Kaya," he whispered, his voice barely above a breath as he struggled to catch his breath. "I..." He trailed off, unsure what else to say. Home, he hadn't been since the beginning of October when he'd sent Clarke's birthday present well in advance to ensure that it would reach her on time. It was November now and he'd gone this entire time without a single letter. No pieces of paper to give meaning to his life. He didn't even know if his Clarke was still alive. She was destined to live a short life, and over the past eight years it had been literally killing him every day he couldn't see her. Every day she grew closer to the end of her short, unnatural life. Would they even tell him when she died? Or would the letters just stop and he'd be left forever wondering what had happened. If she was on her death bed would they allow him to come say goodbye, for the second time? Dakota had so many unanswered questions swimming around in his head and they were drawing out a heat from him the longer he thought of the vampire side of his family. They were family now, right? If Clarke was his, and they were hers, that made Christian and Sarah part of his family. At that moment he wanted nothing more than to rip the heads off their cold, dead, bloodthirsty bodies-- Kota! Again Kaya interrupted his thoughts, perhaps sensing the anger growing within him. She took his hands and got to her feet, pulling him up with her. She still held his hand as they left the room, then the cabin to go join the pack outside. The two of them phased, their recent thoughts an open book for everyone present to see, hear, think, feel. Dakota was in a dark, dark place and Ian almost visibly winced at the amount of pain his future successor was going through. He was so angry. At the vampires, at the wolves, at himself...no one was safe from Dakotas wrath. Well, maybe there was one person, but she was dead. Clarke was dead and he'd kissed Kaya. No, she'd kissed him. But it was fairly mutual, she loved him. He didn't love her. No wonder you guys took so long. Nathan never stopped, did he? Kota snarled, his body language clearly sending every warning in the book to the newer wolf that now was most definitely not the time to be messing with him. Did you get any sleep? Yeah I'm fine, lets just go. Home: he really wasn't ready for his worst fears to come true. Kaya nudged him and again he leaned back into her comforting presence. Ian eyed Kaya, his disapproving thoughts available for them all to hear before he took off, leading his pack back home to La Push. Forks was technically closer along the way home, but Dakota stayed with the pack all the way back to the reservation. They were all aware of his internal struggle over desperately wanting to go to Clarkes house but being too scared at what might be waiting for him. Thankfully though, this time no one mentioned it and so he was left to his thoughts all the way back till he sat on his own bed in his room. He had changed into clean clothes and now found himself staring at his wall of postcards. It wasn't all of them, not even close. He had almost eight years worth after all, most of which lived in an army of shoeboxes in his closet. And now, now he was to go collect the very last one. When had he gone from anxiety and uncertainty to assuming that Clarke had died!? Kayas voice resonated in his thoughts as he recalled her scoldings from earlier, "Every year you convince yourself that its her last. But Kota, at this rate shes going to be the one receiving a notice of death in the mail, YOUR death." Death. It had always been a bit of a mysterious subject for Dakota. Growing up he had a hard time grasping the concept. His parents had both died when he was young, too young to even realize they were gone. Whenever a member of the tribe died they were given back to the Earth, and so they were never really gone. When Clarkes mother Sarah had died he had been too focused on his mission to give her much thought. She was gone, but he had moved on at lightning speed as he had an infant to kill. Kill. Clarke should have died by his hands that night. But she was saved by his imprinting and so once again death escaped his thoughts, though only briefly. Clarke grew too fast, she would be an adult in half the time, and then would die in half the time as well. Then they took her from him and the thought of her death crossed his mind almost on the daily. When he wasn't thinking about her impending death he was contemplating his own. What was it like to die? Would it hurt? Would he be missed? Suddenly death went from nothing to everything for Dakota, and it terrified him. Dakota? He jumped at a knock on his door, not realizing how distracted hed been, Yeah? The door opened and his grandfather, Thom, stood in the doorway, "Theres food in the fridge if youre hungry right now." Dakota shook his head and looked away from his grandfather at that point. He didn't have much of an appetite as of late, Okay, well the council is calling a meeting tonight, make sure you attend, alright?" "Dakotas silence was mutually understood as agreement," Thom said, leaving his ever brooding grandson alone in the room. Dakota was infamous for skipping council meetings, but he could only stand so much pressure from the tribe at once. Everyone was just waiting for him to take his rightful place as Alpha. Dakota let out a sigh as he fell back onto his bed and rolled over onto his side, clenching his fist around his sheet as his frustrations ate away inside of him. I thought you had died. Dakota was outside of the Winters old residence now, his back leaning against his 1986 Toyota Corolla hatchback. It was a Twin Cam 16 GT-S but that didnt matter much right now as his eyes were locked dangerously on the vampire approaching him. Even in his human form the smell was overwhelming and all of his instincts screamed at him to kill the bloodsucker right then and there. You certainly look like you did. And suddenly Dakota was all too aware of how vulnerable he was at that moment. He hadnt slept or even eaten for weeks, and it showed. Im surprised you can even stand right now. Teresa didn't look impressed with the name calling, but she held out a bundle of letters tied together by twine. He hesitated to take them from her, but once safe in his hands he wanted nothing more than to phase and run as far away from there as he could. But part of the whole agreement with Teresa was that he could always come alone and in human form. Though what would that matter now? One of the letters in his hand would tell him Clarke had died and so hed never seen Teresa again. There were no spoken farewells between them, vampire and wolf just turned to both go their separate ways. Dakota tossed Clarkes letters onto the passenger seat before shifting into first gear and getting the hell out of there. He drove all the way back to La Push, parking at a spot overlooking the beach and killing the engine before finally turning to look at the letters beside him. His heart was racing as he picked them up with trembling hands. Untying the twine, he thumbed through the assortment of postcards and envelopes all addressed to him. Dakota was instantly hit with a pang of regret for having not come sooner. Clarke had gone almost an entire month without hearing from him but she never failed to write to him. Normally Dakota read her letters chronologically, but this time he couldn't stop himself from tearing into the envelope with the most recent postage date. She was worried about him, and asked if he'd received her letter. The next two were similar. What was this letter she kept mentioning? For the first time in a long time, death escaped his subconscious as he now rushed to locate the letter she kept asking about. He found a postcard dated on her birthday with an accompanying envelope. This one was particularly thick as though there was more than just a letter inside. Top o the mornin to ya! What? Had she lost her mind in his absence? Dakota read on, her enthusiasm and general over excitement was infectious and a smile slowly slipped across his face. Ireland huh? He was moving onto the letter now and had to fight his curiosity to not skip to the additional papers she'd sent. He'd always loved how she tried to share snippets of her life with him. He couldn't experience her growing up, but in a way he had though reading her letters. She had turned the subject to him now and Dakota felt awful for not writing all this time. She was worried without hearing from him and he had no excuse. Sure he had been on the road tracking vampires with the pack, but if he really wanted to, he could have run home to send a letter. Just a simple explanation for his lack of contact. But no, he hadn't even been able to do that for her. And so he was the cause of her worries. His grip on the paper tightened as his anger with himself rose up. There were crinkles in it now as he read on. He didn't get far however as the next couple lines stopped his heart and breath and all he could do was stare down at Clarke's perfect handwriting in disbelief. Was this real? Had he read that correctly? Just in case, he reread it, and again, and again. Clarke had stopped aging, and there were no words strong enough to describe the relief that took over him. Dakota couldn't concentrate on the rest of her letter and he turned his attention to the pages of Abrams notes. He couldn't make heads or tails of most of it other than the words "no physical changes," which had been underlined and circled twice. So she was safe. Clarke was safe and she wouldn't die, in fact she was returning home to him. There was a tapping at his window and Dakota broke away from Clarke's letter to see Kaya's concerned expression outside his car. How or why she was there didn't even cross his mind. Dakota didn't stop for a second to consider that she must have followed him ever since they had returned to La Push. The only thing on Dakota's mind now was Clarke. He opened his car door and lunged his arms around Kaya, lifting her up and spinning once before he set her back down, he still held her close. "She's alive," he finally breathed, smiling so loud you could hear it in his voice. "Clarke is alive." Without you I would fall apart tab I'm safe when I am in your arms tab Only you can set me free tab Only you can save me

A myriad of colorful lights flashed and spun, creating a rainbow of strobe effects across the stage. Their rapidly changing glows illuminated the band of seasoned musicians on the stage, revealing one healthy man in black with a 4-string electric bass suspended from both of his shoulders, and several beautifully dressed women carrying well-tuned instruments of their own. The sounds of two guitars hammering out speedy high-pitched solos, a bass scaling up and down the frets, a slide on a piano, and the rattling of many drums and symbols blared out for several seconds before every player hit one last synchronized note, earning them a roaring wave of screams and applause from the thousands of music-loving fans who stood surrounding the stage. Leon pumped his fist and shouted back in celebration to the energetic crowd. To his right, lead guitarist Elena grinned brightly, took hold of the upper neck of her guitar in hand and side of her luxurious red gown's skirts in the other and curtsied. Belle, also keeping a hand on her guitar, waved and smiled to the cheering fans. Cinderella stepped to the side of her keyboard to curtsy, while behind them, Princess Anna stood up from her padded drum throne so observers could more easily see her twirling the drum sticks with her nimble fingers. Over on stage left, Tiana, equipped with a saxophone, waved her gloved hands upwards several times to encourage the audience to keep the applause coming. They all basked in the collective joy for nearly a full minute as they were reminded of the true joy that came with entertaining people and giving them a fun night to remember for the years to come. Once the audience noise had waned, Leon leaned up to his microphone and appreciated, "Thank you all so much for coming out here tonight!" He then introduced, "I would now like to invite a very special guest to the stage. I met her just a few short months ago watching her amazing lounge show and was blown away by her remarkable voice. Before I knew it I was recruited to play in her backing band, so it seemed only right that I return that invitation. She wants to sing a wonderful song for all of you tonight, so please welcome the lovely and talented Miss Jessica Rabbit!

As Leon announced her name, the stunning redhead made her way to the center stage, which was rapidly filling with fog to give the area a surreal quality. Sequined silk hugged her ample curves as she stepped into the spotlight, microphone in gloved hand. Her full, ruby lips curved into a smile as she took center stage, soft guitar and keyboard backing her walk toward the audience. A sultry voice filled the room as she began the song she felt would go make the most sense for her to sing. Her high heels clicked and her thighs were exposed as she walked, but the sexy siren stayed calm asher clear voice rang out over the crowd. "Take me now, baby, here as I am. Pull me close, try and understand. Desire is hunger is the fire I breathe. Love is a banquet on which we feed." She walked past Cinderella with a wink and headed toward Leon, hand out, as if reaching out to him. "Come on now, try to understand the way I feel when I'm in your hands." The redhead turned away from the handsome front man and as she reached out to the crowd, bending at the knee to grab the hands of some of the closer fans. "Take my hand and come undercover." Her voice rang out and she stood up once more, turning toward Tiana and Leon. She stood between them as she sang, "They can't hurt you now, can't hurt you now, can't hurt you now." She looked at Leon as if to cue him in to join her. "Because the night belongs to lovers, because the night belongs to lust." She ran her hand down her side to emphasize her curves here before finding her way to an open microphone stand and inserting it into the stand so she could be stationary for a moment. "Because the night belongs to lovers, because the night belongs to us.

For rent Apartment room in East Union Apartments, two bedroom, 1 bathroom, moderate sized living room & Kitchen. Must be willing to contribute at least $1,000 Nuyen/mo for rent, all utilities paid for by me. Shared fridge and I am willing to cook for both of us. Must be mature and friendly. Contact Alexander @ 206-357-9904 That was the ad he sent out in the papers for a roommate. Alexander wasn't exactly hurting for nuyen on his lifestyle, but he knew that the company could always be appreciated and to that end he was happy to look for a potential roommate. Given he had given up the shadowrunning lifestyle, he wasn't really expecting anything out of the ordinary as well. A practicing adept, he was a human in his earlyish twenties who kept himself physically fit and in good condition no matter what. He had received a few promising propositions for roommates but few interested him as much as the elven woman Kino. So much so that he had even agreed to actually rent out the room to her they were to meet that day. Dressed in a casual jacket and dress shirt, the blonde-haired youth had been fussing around slightly with his laptop as he waited for the woman to arrive that morning. It was a sunny Seattle day, warmer than usual since they were finally entering Spring that week, and there was only a slightly cool breeze to remind anyone that it was still somewhat winter. Even then he wondered if he was a little overdressed? It was hard to say. But he did want to look his best to meet a potential roommate. The moment he heard a knock on the door though, it wasn't long before he got up and rose, opening the door with a smile. "Good morning!" he spoke, his tone friendly and warm.

Good morning, handsome," said the woman in the doorway in an appreciative tone. There stood in the doorway a woman with skin the shade of obsidian, her irises were like rubies, glinting in the light. If Alexander was overdressed his future roommate was the definition of underdressed, she wore a short skirt that went well up past her knees. White thigh highs ran up those shapely, toned legs of hers. She wore a white tank top, but it was obvious she wasn't wearing a bra, for one it was tight and clung tightly to her sizable chest, another was her nipples blatantly straining against the fabric. She had a black leather jacket on that she left open obviously. Her long white hair, reached about the middle of her back, but now was in a braid over her shoulder. Her eyes looked over the tall man blonde, his seemingly innocent green eyes enrapturing to her. God he was hot, what a score of a roommate. "Sorry, was just appreciating the view. You didn't have to dress up for me." She smiled, her hand reaching out to shake. "I'm Kino, in the flesh.

Time is a picture in motion through eternity. The thought drifted through his mind as he finished the last few runic lines of the summoning circle. Rising as he dusted off his pants, there was a brief moment of hesitation, he hadn't summoned her yet, so he had every chance to back out if he so desired, right? And yet... He'd come this far, he'd sacrificed so much just to get here. If he were to back out now, all of that would be for nothing - and there was still the chance he'd be a victim of the war anyway. He knew this was likely to be a vicious one, the other magi in the war were not likely to go easy on any who got in their way, and while he hoped to keep casualties to a minimum, there was still the fact that a few probably wouldn't stop participating in the war until they took their final breath. Thankfully, he was prepared for that. The crimson summoning circle that he had drawn and painted over the floor of the room seemed to shine briefly as he stepped over it, carrying an old and faded tome in his hands kneeling down once more to set the Japanese manuscript in the center. The catalyst for the summoning was one of the most important things, and he had picked a very antiquated catalyst. If he was right - he should be able to guess and ascertain the identity of his servant almost immediately, but even with a strong catalyst there was no telling what he could truly get. Looking it over one last time with amber eyes, he exhaled faintly, the chill in the night air causing his breath to become visible as he shivered for just a moment from both the cold and the anticipation of what was to happen. Clasping his hands together, he felt his magical circuits starting to come to life, energy flowing through them before his hands slowly began to extend outwards, seeking to focus that energy as his lips started to part, and he spoke the ritual, his words soft at first, but slowly growing in power as he started to feel the connection grow between this world and another, a more intangible place, but one teeming with power... Iron is the foundation, and fire is the catalyst. O hero of old, lost to time and judged by history, heed my call. From ages past to a new dawn, I call you from your eternal rest and bind your fate with mine. Come forth! I summon you with the aid of the Grail, I summon you as my sword and saber in this war, O ancient hero. Heed this call and come forth, accept this offered sacrifice and arise into the world of men once more! Every word drew more power from him, he felt the mana in his circuits being pulled out, drawn and used as the connection for the summoning. Before long, every word he spoke carried a wave of pain and shock through him as it drew on his ambient reserves, draining them to the very limit as the connection between the throne of heroes and the living world was formed, and something pulled from it, into this world. If everything went well, the pain, the effort to acquire the catalyst, everything would be worth it! As he continued to chant, the room began to glow with ephemeral motes of magical energy, the dancing sapphire lights slowly coalescing in the center of the summoning circle as they pooled and gathered... Only to eventually explode outward in a blinding and dazzling display as the young man quickly covered his eyes with one of his arms, the ritual completing with a more explosive climax.

When the sapphire lights finally diminished at the center of the circle stood a woman, her hair the shade of cherry blossoms. Her eyes were a deep shade of blue, to compare them to the sapphire light from earlier wouldn't have been far off either. Her pink hair was drawn back into a bun, a hair piece that looked like a black and red fan held it place. Her slender, yet powerful arms were covered in black gloves with the fingers exposed. She wore black kneesocks, with geta sandals on her feet. Her milky white thighs were exposed. She was wearing a beautiful blue kimono that only stretched as far as the upper part of her thighs, dangerously close to exposing her most intimate areas. Her Kimono was held in place by strings tied to a black collar around her neck. A red cloth wrapped around her waist, holding the kimono in place. Two sheathes were tied to her hips as well. Her eyes looked over at the man who had summoned her. Her eyes regarded him, was this the voice she heard as she was pulled through the ether? She remembered traveling, many wars, many fights, she had so many that she forgot them, or perhaps that was an effect of the grail's power. "My name is Miyamoto Musashi," he said, "are you my master?" He asked curiously, though there seemed to be a feeling, a connection between the two. Still, he preferred her to answer, just so he knew who she was in all of this.

Gotham City is the birthplace and residence of the fearsome vigilante known as Batman. It is a large bustling city located on the Eastern Seaboard of the United States, in the federated state of New Jersey, only across the bay from its sister city, Metropolis, Delaware in the District of Metropolis. Always a literal cesspool filled with criminals, corruption, pollution and vermin infestations, Gotham is considered by some to be the most dangerous and criminally corrupt city in the world. By day, it is an attractive and alluring tourist location, while by night, the place transforms into every decent person's worst nightmare. Midtown Gotham City is also where Gotham Tower, Wayne Tower, Gotham Pier and the Prewitt Building are located. Robinson Park is established in 1782, Robinson Park is the largest park in Gotham City, covering an area of three hundred acres in central Gotham. The park includes a statue representing the faceless civilian heroes of Gotham rests within Robinson Park as well, as a silent inspiration to the citizens of the city. The park also possesses a Greco-roman amphitheater. Containing a reservoir that feeds from the Finger River which runs through Midtown, the park features a memorial/dedication site to many of the city's servicemen, such as police, firemen and medical teams, who have helped save the city from some of its many catastrophic events.Many names of those who died in service protecting the city are engraved in the stone wall surrounding the park. It is here, in Robinson Park, that this adventure begins. SHADOWS in the SEWERS!!! The newspaper's title was trying to tear itself off of the paper it was printed on to leap in the readers face to scare them. In big, bold, black letters, the headline was followed by a singular, grainy picture of some thing skulking around in one of the multiple tunnels that mazed beneath Gotham City. With a place made of multiple islands and surrounded by rivers, The Gotham City Sewers was one of the most complex municipal water systems in the country. It relied on a combination of tunnels, aqueducts, reservoirs and distribution pipes built underneath Gotham City to meet the daily needs of the city's residents and visitors. And apparently, there was something down there. The article explained that for the past few days, sanitation workers had been hearing strange noises in the sewers. Which was almost normal, for a place like Gotham City where one could potentially see Killer Croc stepping into an AA meeting with both criminals and heroes to speak about their consumption problems. But yesterday, someone was able to snap a picture of the thing. And whatever the hell it was, it wasn't something that had been seen before in the city. It didn't look like anything other than a very large, very tall biped. A sasquatch that got lost? Swamp Thing that was sucked in through a vent pipe and got lost down there? Teen-aged, mutated ninja tortoises? None of the workers had been maimed or killed, so that was a nice start. Maybe the thing wasn't too dangerous, or wasn't hungry. Whatever was going on, there was only one way to find out. Go down there and find it! Luckily, a relatively well-known (to the costumed folk of the city) entrance to the sewer system was behind the Wayne Botanical Gardens in Robinson Park. The place was pretty much the center of the city and was as good a place as any to start searching for tall, wide creatures shot in low-quality pixel photos. But who in their right mind would step into the Gotham City sewers on such a bizarre quest?

People often asked Harley how on earth she didn't get cold in that red and black latex. Especially when she was out on a crisp autumn evening, delving into sewers. Depending on her mood, she'd either joke that she liked the cold making her nipples all perky, or that her alabaster white skin acted like polar bear fur. In truth, she barely ever got cold. When she spoke to other feminine costumed characters, they said something similar. Could it be that some higher power was conspiring to keep them scantily clad? Who knows. What she did know is that you should never look the other way when weird things pop up in your sewers. If that weird thing came from someone's rear end, they should go see a doctor. If it came from anywhere else, someone in a ridiculous get-up needs to delve into the sewers and beat some sense into it! And today, out of all the sirens, Harley had picked the short straw. With her trusty toolkit of hammer, baseball bat, pistols, and nose plugs, she crept into the sewers, ready to go monster hunting...

It was an unassuming building of course, nothing to set it apart from its neighbors, no bouncer outside, no hint of the music that seethed within its walls. If you hadn't known this was the place, you must admit, you would never have guessed it. Some say there's a secret tunnel to get in, some say there are any number of ways in, and since you don't think you've ever seen anyone going in or out, you're pretty sure there must be at least a few alternate routes, but this is the place. At least, you hope... Any doubt is banished once you step inside. You have no idea how they muffle the noise or what they use to hide the students that come in and out, but the minute you open the outer door you can hear the heartbeat thumping of the drums faintly. The dark-lit hallway inside is short, with a handful of changing rooms on either side, no genders marked on the doors, just a hand-lettered sign that simply reads 'No Sex inside', and beneath that in smaller letters '(That's what the booths and bathrooms are for)'. You'd swear the handwriting is familiar, but the signature simply reads, 'Management', and with that alone it's pretty easy to know that you won't be finding out who wrote it any time soon. The people who run the club are notoriously secretive after all... After the Changing rooms, the second door, and once you open it, the beat strikes you like a physical blow as you step into the club. The lower floor is massive, dimly lit booths surrounding a colorlit dance floor on either side, a DJ's booth opposite the door you entered through where some girl in a mask is spinning records when she isn't stepping back and forth, shaking her bared breasts for anyone who wants a look to see. The booths have curtains, presumably for those who want (a little) more privacy for some fun, though you can see at least a half dozen couples who haven't even bothered, and a dozen more groupings of people on the dance floor doing anything from making out while swaying to the beat to full-on fucking while the music and the dancers move around them. There's an upper ring too, accessible by stairs to lead to several tables, and a bar, perched directly over top of the DJ's booth. You can't see as easily up there, but you don't need to see over the edge to spot at least two more couples in the throes of passion. Now that you look again, you definitely recognize a handful of the faces in the crowd! Or at least... You think you do... Where some are unmistakable, others aren't so certain, and besides, even if you did really know them, the whole saying was 'what happens at Club Beacon, stays at Club Beacon' for a reason. Adam wandered through the club with a smirk on his face; his scar was hidden by some makeup and his hair was changed to be a jet black rather than the fiery red that stood up so much but even with the alterations he was still a rather handsome and attractive young man, drawing the eyes of many interested partners, both male and female. He was only here to find one target though and his eyes roamed the crowds to see if he could spot her. He had heard of Blake joining a team at Beacon recently, a team of young women...he intended to make each of the girl's in Blake's teams into his little playthings before going for her in the end; his ultimate revenge for her leaving him and the group.

The music beat loudly all over the place as one of the members of the so-called "Team RWBY" entered through one of the entrances of the somewhat shady club. Even if it was named Club Beacon, anyone could see none of the top graded students would hang out in such a place. Actually, that was one of the main reasons why Yang Xiao Long was there all by herself. She had tried convincing every single one of her teammates, from Ruby to Weiss and even Blake, to accompany her there. She wasn't that interested in all the sex and making up scenes, but more in the fun such a new place could bring to her. After all, seeing new faces was always a good and quite interesting thing, right? The blonde woman, wearing her usual outfit consisting of dark shorts, a yellow tank top with her symbol carved on it, as well as a more than gentle cleavage, and a brown jacket quickly approached the bar. Not without glancing at both sides, a wide smirk forming on her lips as she saw the many couples having fun at both sides of her. Quite...the expected view, on the other hand. But it was still amusing, at least to her. "Strawberry sunrise. No ice. Ah, and one of those little umbrellas." She simply ordered as soon as she spotted the barman, smirking even more widely as she simply leaned against the bar and stared at the whole crowd dancing and having fun in right in front of her. Wondering whether she'd be joining in or simply try to flirt with some random guy, or girl, before calling it a night. At least those were her thoughts until a quite handsome man passed by where she was. His face was somewhat pale, yet his features were alluring. That dark hair making the perfect contrast with his skin as the blue eye of his she could spot made his whole appearance stand out even more. Yang simply grabbed the glass with the drink she had just ordered and took a sip. Resting both arms and her back against the small surface as she kept eyeing the quite sexy stranger for a while, without even trying to hide her interest. The quite cocky grin in her lips growing even wider while she wondered whether he'd approach or whether she'd be the one doing so. She wasn't really trying to hook up that night though, especially since she was trying to craft something like a relationship with her recent crush, Blake. But, after Blake's seemingly lack of interest for her, or her suggestion, that night, she was torn on what to do next. Wondering whether Blake's feelings towards herself resembled anything like her own as she kept staring at Adam, now without even noticing it.

The Hardways" nightclub was everything you might expect from a trendy, west coast type nightclub. You had a cavernous main seating area in the shape of an octagon, easily one hundred feet across. The central area was dominated by an eight-sided bar, with a spiral staircase at its center. Classic beats, along with more modern club fare, was piped in through a several thousand watt sound system with speakers strategically placed around the ceiling, as well as other speakers placed around one of the eight phone booth-sized rooms situated amongst the tables and couches that the many well-to-do patrons lounged around. All of these booths were the main attraction for this particular establishment, constructed of polished slate tile. Various holes were placed along its surface, with sliding barriers that the occupant could open and close to their leisure. Men would then slide various parts of their anatomies into these openings, which the occupant would then attend to. The occupants could charge a fee if they wished, making it an incentive for those who were somewhat strapped for cash. Leroy, the owner, could be called anything but handsome, despite being dressed in hand tailored business wear. He was shortish at five foot two, in his mid fifties, balding, and fat. But for what he lacked in appearance, he made up for in intelligence and business acumen. The "Booths" were his own idea, as he knew damn well that sex was on everyone's minds. He had decided to provide a safe place for consenting adults to engage in such activities, and only charged the occupants of the booth a nominal fee of 10%. He surveyed the crowd, and nodded. It was a full, packed house tonight, with everyone spending quite freely. Life was good. He grinned a little, as a rather innocent-looking forty-something woman, likely a tired mom, wearing a form-fitting pencil skirt paired with somewhat tightly stretched sweater top, exited the booth. She shyly wiped around her glossy, smeared lips, and then licked them clean, as several satisfied men staggered away from the holes they had thrust their manhoods into. She adjusted her glasses, placed a few stray strands of her working-class bun hairstyle back into place, and somewhat clumsily strutted up to Leroy, handing him five hundred dollar bills from the fat stack of cash she had in her hands, just before tucking it away into her purse. He nodded, pocketed them quickly, and watched as she left the area, escorted by two burly men under his employ. Margaret was an amazing woman, and arguably one of his best earners for the Milf niche. His two goons would make certain she got to her station wagon safely, as she always tipped well. The booth changed its lights from yellow to red, as the holes closed, with its inner tiled area being flushed and steamed cleaned by an automated, shower-like system. After a single minute, the booth's lights changed to green, signalling that it was then ready for a new occupant(s).

In the crowd, close to the now free Booth, something Happened: A very young succubus with the name Meru, age 18, made it into Club and got the attention of a group of guys who were at least five years older than her. Two of them slipped some bags with party drugs into one of her stockings and gave her some naughty attention. She was high and naughty. As they noticed, the three of them entered the booth and the other Guys started to gather around the holes. Inside the booth, Meru and the two Guys started to get naughty. She opened the holes to let the other Guys into the fun too, as they handed them neon-colored condoms from inside the booth and got ready for the two Guys to fuck her ass and pussy.

Halaster sat in his huge, comfortable-looking chair, what with its luxuriant, overstuffed cushions that seemed to mold themselves to his body, making it seem like he was resting upon a cloud. Upon the gilded table to his side was a silver platter, with a green glass wine bottle upon it, complete with a wicker-woven guard around to prevent breakage during shipping. The heavily engraved, gem-encrusted chalice next to it was filled with the freshly opened vintage, its fragrance hinting that its taste was worth a king's ransom. It remained untouched. While the wizard most definitely enjoyed his wine, he felt it best to avoid the many temptations this place offered, and keep his mind sharp. This had been his only time working for the proprietress, and frankly, he just didn't trust her yet. His eyes wandered a little, as one of the before mentioned temptations wandered past him, clad in little more than a filmy loincloth and halter. They did little to hide her toned, statuesque body from view, and did even more to excite the balding, fat, aged male patron that eagerly followed her as she tugged upon his leash. Many more female workers lounged about with other patrons, some male, some female, and others indeterminate. Soft, enchanting music came from all corners of the room, as some of the workers held and played exotic-looking instruments of all types. More than a few of them met eyes with Halaster, using carefully controlled looks to try and stimulate interest, so they might sell him a much desired service. Halaster was old, even by elven standards, but could easily be called a handsome man owing to the power he commanded. He appeared to be no older than his mid forties, but carried himself like a much younger, confident man. His body was anything but impressive, his corded, lean muscles quite visible through the open collar of his robe. His short cropped black hair had streaks of gray in it, as did his well-trimmed beard. They were well trained. For all of his discipline, Halaster was still very much a man, and his arousal was at an all-time high. If not for his thick wizardly robes, he would be pitching a most impressive crotch tent. He just took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and rested his head upon the high back of his chair, and let his mind wander. His ears stayed sharp, listening for any noise that might be out of place. The mercenary cleared his hind, letting it rest, yet still staying awake and alert, a sort of half doze technique he learned from the night watchmen during his time in the king's army. It might have been a few minutes, it might have been an hour. The wizard was brought from his reverie not by a sound, but by an unmistakable scent. Something exotic and foreign, rare, dark, and seductive. Few people knew that such perfumes were made from the chemicals found in the stomachs of cetacean type mammals, but given its effect on the senses, no one really cared. He opened his eyes, and saw a beautifully dressed, and equally beautiful dusky skinned elven female, with flowing white hair seated herself across from him. Her violet shaded eyes sparkled like pools of molten amethyst, and studied him carefully. Her flawless face wore no expression, not surprising given the longevity of her race, and the advanced wisdom such advanced years offer. Halaster uncrossed his arms, and tossed a small leather pouch, stained with blood, upon the low table between them. The Dark elf maiden narrowed her eyes at the small leather container. She quickly snatched it up with well-manicured fingers, and loosened its drawstrings. She worked it open, and peered inside. She bit her lower lip, and then looked back to the wizard. "Did he suffer?" She asked, her tone laced with an acidic edge. Halaster shrugged, and murmured softly. "He begged a lot, and there was a lot of crying." The proprietress's face took on a sadistic grin, as she tightened the leather pouch closed. "Just a moment, and I will retrieve your compensation." She whispered, standing up with a fluid grace, and spinning with a well-practiced, seductive flourish. Her gown blowing in the breeze behind her as she walked. Halaster's eyes dropped to watch her barely covered, shapely rear end sway this way and that behind the impossibly thin fabric. He then let out the breath he didn't realize he had been holding. He glanced to his filled goblet, and reached for it. "Why not?" he whispered to drinking vessel, as if it could hear him. "Let's talk." As he sipped, letting the alcohol mixed with the blackberry base soothe his nerves.

Over the few years she got to know the elven woman she was on her way to greet, Shirosume had accepted the few requirements. First, she needed to have her ass length raven hair clipped or pinned up. Currently her long hair was twisted into a thin clump on the back of her head, two combs of glass beads making silvery flowers holding the hair in place in a deceptively small bun. Her face framed by the straight cut front sections in a rather distinct style, just at her jawline. Second, she was required to wear at least two pieces of jewelry. Since her hair clips didn't count, she had matching glass beaded earrings and a bracelet in the same small flowers and almost pearly beads. Luckily she had gotten the set for a very cheap price since the main piece, a large collar necklace that was designed to rest down the chest towards the ribs, had been destroyed. This provided sparkle near her emerald eyes and down by her manicured fingers. Nails kept in a small clawed shape and painted with a thin coat of glossy black. A contrast against her rather pale skin. Finally, she was required to wear very revealing outfits. At least for her taste. The compromise had been less than fifty percent of her torso could be covered, and she actively pushed that barrier. Today she was wearing a silvery grey dress, with a crossing top section that worked to hold her full bust while a floor length skirt was split twice in the front at the waist, a center panel dropping between her legs while the back panel hardly fit around her full hips and thighs. Matching silver sandles completed her look, and the fabric had an iridescent sheen that both matched the glass accents and accentuated her dramatic hourglass figure. For a human, it was nearly unheard of. It was lucky this human had a tiny amount of witch and elven blood in her, or she wouldn't have managed this long without being scooped up and corrupted. As it was just being around the working women reminded her how lucky she was. Especially as she caught the eye of the elven woman she was here to see. "Shiro," the woman greeted before pointing to an arm chair near a seated gentleman, "I'll be with you soon." It always made the raven haired woman blush just slightly, how that woman spoke. So without a word Shirosume moved to sit in the smaller arm chair. Her full curves on display as well as a white and silver sparrow tattoo on her hip. It moved and shifted about, showing it was a magical marking. Currently it was the only thing keeping her breasts somewhat in check.

So much time had passed. Time that also felt like none at all. There was a time. A cool night breeze. A castle. A simple reflecting pool. The witch staring back up at him through it. "The truth is," he said, "it?" His sapphire eyes should have shown discomfort at the revelation but they were hidden behind creased lids formed by the far too friendly smile that tended to keep itself plastered to his face. He'd run lithe fingers through his long blonde bangs in an attempt to hide his hesitation. "My, that certainly is a high price, isn't it?" He'd given it to her though. It was worth it at the time. Then again, if it hadn't been, it wouldn't have been the price to begin with. "...Tell me about your current predicament." "Ah, so you do want truths you already know as well then..." And on they went once answered. "... And why is it you're making this particular wish?" "Well that one is certainly easy. I feel as though you're attempting to lull me into a false sense of security here..." There had been fewer questions than he expected and eventually their conversation shifted tone. "...Now, given what I just revealed to you Fai, I want you to explain to me how that other wish of yours could possibly make any sense." He knew it was coming. His demeanor changed drastically at that time. "I can't allow myself to simply die off. Not with what's at stake if that were to happen any time soon. That other wish of mine comes first and foremost, and I won't allow myself to have this one until it's been fulfilled... However. If for some reason or another I were to be stricken down by forces beyond my own control, I would greet my wish to die just as gratefully as any other. Possibly just as much as you would given your own circumstance. It just so happens that a death like that would, unfortunately, be tainted with far more regret than I've ever had in this horrible life." There were times, both before and after, of tender flesh mingling sensually with rough skin. Sweet, happy mewls melting together with low, warm grunts. A beautiful pleasure he'd never allowed himself to have in the past. A pleasure, and a time, that he could no longer allow himself to have going forward. More recently, another time. A moment of desperation where he'd been willing to forego everything; his other wishes, selfish desires, the wellbeing of the ones he'd loved for so long, everything he'd worked for. Even knowing what it meant for him, he'd still all but begged his crimson-eyed companion to simply let him die. For their wishes, their own desires, for the wellbeing of those he'd gotten far too close to and everything they'd worked for. Because he truly knew what it meant for them if the wish he was making at that moment wasn't granted. It wasn't. And it burned him to his very core. As it stood now, time was moving on once again. Irreparable change would taint it. And he knew far too well how much worse things would be getting from here. Welcome to a new world!" Mokona did her best to sing her usual happy tune as rabbit-like feet touched the new ground for the first time. Fai decided to repay the favor, his voice ringing out gently in its ever sweet tune as a broad smile stretched its way across his face. "I certainly hope we've ended up better off than the last time." A chuckle pierced his chest that was perky, but still somewhat hollow, as the distortion around them began to melt away to reveal their new surroundings. Even before the beautiful forest that surrounded them came into view, the sounds of insects and birds, life of all kinds skittering through the brush, and the gentle sway of leaves wafting in the wind managed to relax the tension in his shoulders just the slightest bit. Already, it was so much better than the still, stagnant air of Tokyo. At this point, he couldn't have even brought himself to ask for this much of a treat. "Lovely," he sighed. In neglecting to look over toward Kurogane to see his reaction due to the soreness turning his gaze on him caused at the moment, he abruptly turned himself bodily toward the two children they travelled with. He'd taken a breath to make a gentle comment on the sad state the heavily injured party was currently in, but was forced to pause when his beautiful flourite blue eye landed instead on their distinct lack of being there. He looked around slowly, and surely enough they were nowhere in sight. Tension raced through him again. "Now Mokona," it was meant to be a gentle scolding in that same sweet tune of his, but as he stared at the spot where their companions should be, it took on a slightly darker tone that reflected his immense worry; one that had wiped that cooky smile right off his pretty face. "Surely it wasn't the best time for this again." He knew the moment his attention had set there that they'd need to find them soon. Every single one of them was injured, each moreso than the last. The need already had him opening his newly gained senses in preparation. And had a bright gold color puddling into, and taking over the natural state of his eye.

At least they hadn't landed in a pile this time... Kurogane ached from the tips of his toes up to the top of his head, which was pounding. Out of the four of them, he had garnered the least amount of physical damage but that didn't mean he was up for their usual dog pile when changing dimensions; and the other three would have wound up even more injured than they already were. Sakura's bloodied body, Syaoran's new Syaoran's weakened state, and Fai... Something gripped at his chest, reaching inside the rib cage to claw at his heart. Fai was likely the worst off of all of them. The small wound on his wrist burned as he thought of the vampire's blood dripping into his own to be fed to the mage. The mage who didn't want it. Kurogane turned to look at his companion and tried not to flinch at that empty smile. He knew he should say something, but no words came. An apology was out of the question. It would be an empty lie, and Fai would be able to tell with ease. He was given a distraction in probably the worst possible way. It only took a moment to scan the area to realize that their young companions were nowhere to be seen, and his own worry matched Fai's. Sakura was hurt, and not just slightly either, and he didn't exactly trust this new Syaoran to keep her safe the way he had the fake Syaoran. Or maybe this one was the fake? Did it really matter? The kid he knew was gone. Kurogane gritted his teeth and reached out to snag Mokona by the cheeks. He pulled the little creature's face cruelly. "So," he started with an irritated growl. Mokona struggled in his grasp and kicked her little feet. "Ow! Owowowow!" She complained, flailing her arms and ears. Kurogane ignored the squirming and just pinched her harder. "Where are they?" "Mokona doesn't know!" She answered. "Are they even here?!" "Mokona doesn't know!" She cried again, and squealed out as Kurogane pulled harder on her face.

An Imperial class star destroyer. The great triangular thing is a sight to behold...and Libi Agana wished she could be beholding it from much farther away...or at the very least, not directly on it. The cervine appearance female walked with her hands behind the small of her back. She was dressed in modest gray garb, a short sleeved wrap like top that fit snug around her considerable chest before going into the narrow slope of her waist and filling out at her dense hips, the garment ending in an uneven skirt and some mid-thigh shorts just beneath. A curvaceous appearance for the mostly cream but accented honey pelted one. Her spotted oval ears that protruded from her shoulder-length layered scarlet hair gave a solid 'flap' every 3 or so minutes and were the only things that hinted at her inner turmoil. Her heart was beating so loud as she walked behind the empire-recruiter, she was amazed her ribs were not broken beneath the drumming. She wasn't a stranger to a bit of trouble, though usual it was her own mischief that landed her in various pickles, nothing like this though... Now, it was her passion for navigation that put her in the hot seat. When the recruiter had approached her, having learned about some of her expert steersmanship, it wasn't as though she could simply say 'no', well, perhaps she could have...but she might have ended up with a laser blaster through the chest if she declined in too disrespectful of a way. And with her impish personality at times, she didn't -always- know what was the most 'respectful' way to respond to someone. So she had said she would be 'up for an interview sometime'...not realizing 'sometime' would translate to him as right after she boarded his pod-craft then and there, and took her to this ship waiting above her temporary-home-planet. So much for a cagey answer she could weasel her way out of later. Now she was in the midst of a dangerous fleet and she needed to get the fuck out of there. The recruiter was reading a pad with some sort of relevant info on it, Libi couldn't be sure as she did not recognize the language, but with his head down she figured, now was a good time? They were finally out of eye shot of anyone else, for a brief second. She saddled up right next to him, taking a casual exhale as she waved her arms in front and behind herself, letting the other get used to her swaying limbs, be comfortable with the motion and noticing the in his peripheral vision, and as she glided them near his side, she closed her fist tightly and then pressed down on a certain button that was hidden beneath her wrist wraps. A plume of pearl pink wafted right out of the fibers of the garment and upwards, but it dispersed quite quickly so it's bright shade was not too overt unless one was prepared for it. The mist fluttered up and directly into the head-hunters nose, and for two more steps, he was just fine, but on the third... He suddenly stopped, his hand against his stomach as it gurgled, "Ugh...w-wha?" He lurched, bending over and still holding his own gut, "Ah...ow." "You ok there sir?" Libi feigned worry, doing everything in her power not to smirk as she gave the man a gentle pat on the back. "Y-Yes...just...give me a moment I- ULP!" He placed his fist against his own mouth, dropping the electronic device and eyes widening, the realization hitting him as the bile struck his uvula, "I-I'll be right back, stay here." He rushed forward, searching for the lavatory like his life depended on it. "Suuuuuure thing, yup yup, waiting -right- here! Uh-huh!" She balanced on her heels with her hands together behind her back, and then rocked forward on her toes, like a child waiting patiently at school, watching with a quirk of her brow until the man turned the corner down the corridor. The buxom doe reached down, snatching the device he had dropped, before she spun around faster and twice-as-less graceful as a ballerina and speed walked the opposite direction. Ok, she had 20 minutes while he puked his guts out without end and would therefore be unable to do anything. Him dropping this official looking gadget was a boon she hadn't expected but was endlessly thankful for. She quickly placed her index finger to the screen and started searching for sigils and words she recognized, zooming through and trying to pause and hide every time she heard footsteps around her. Oh...shit...how would she get -off- the vessel? She could navigate her way through 30 different systems without a glance at a map or star chart, but figuring out which damn buttons to push or how to guide the controls was as lost a talent on her as flight was to the wingless birds of Zekudao. She'd need a pilot...but how was she just supposed to go up to a empire pilot for help? 'Uh sir, I'm not supposed to be here can you drop me off at the next planet, hell, even the next moon with a port?' No no there had to be- Her finger finally stopped swiping, and she recognized the sigils. 'Prison Sector Roster.' Who more would want to get out of here than someone who was held captive? She clicked on a few names, searching and searching until the word 'pilot' like a sign from heaven was etched beside a specific name, and more importantly, a specific jail cell number. Perfect. Whether she was divinely blessed or just really good at sneaking, the fawn-woman made it to the bay without being spotted, and she began to tip toe along the passage, holding the gizmo close to her weighty chest to help hide the light emanating from it, her bespectacled jade eyes searching in the dimmer light of the area. Hmm, perhaps they kept it dark to keep the spirit of the occupants nice and bleak...what a dreary thought. She was just about to make it to the number of her hopefully-savior, in fact she started to see the shape of -someone-...quite colossal within, being in view herself of the occupant, but then she heard a door 'ssshhhhh' open, the mechanical sliding making her oval lobes do an anxious flinch. She looked directly up and spotted some haphazard pipes and bars that made up the hull. She ran at the bars, jumped, pressed her left foot into one of the rails, and then shot off and up at an angle so as too grab some of the trappings of the chamber. She put the pad in her mouth to hold it as she swung her legs together like a trapeze artist and then folding on on herself like a ball within the ducts. A roller-polly hanging off a big metal pipe. She didn't look to see who was walking down the hallway below her, eyes clamped shut as her elbows shook in the curled up angle she was dangling, trying to breath as quietly as she possibly could while the sinewy in her arms began to cry from the strain. Step. step. step. step. step. step. step.. step... And when the gait was completely gone, she unfurled her knees from her stomach and dropped down, though her feet hit the ground a bit too roughly and she tripped back and onto her peachy rear with a huff, and with the stress of it all for a moment she laid back down completely, 'fwumphing' right onto the floor back-first, her arms spread like a starfish with the important pad over her stomach. She could hear the blood rushing in her ear, her mound like chest rising and falling faintly with her breath as she muttered in relief, but not too much relief considering she wasn't out of the thick of it yet, "For the love of the fuckin stars. My gods, ugh.

Zarr" as he was called, Just crouched in his tiny cell, feeling his rage build up within him like a furious tide. How in the hells could he have been so stupid?"Oh", trust me."That damn Toydarian had said to him. "Just do this one run, and your debt it paid." And so, the smuggler had reluctantly agreed. His prison room was small even by human standards, and even smaller to an average sized Shistavanen. Zarr however was large even for his race, towering over most people at an even ten feet high, weighing in at roughly six hundred pounds. He growled low and deep in his chest, rumbling the walls all around him, as if he was absorbing the very darkness of the prison around him. He would squeeze that damn treacherous Toydarian until the scrubby little hairs on his abdomen bled. Zarr just shook his head. He had dealt with Ratto numerous times in the past, and after well over a hundred successful runs, had come to trust him. Never again. That bastard had set him up, sending him forth on what he thought was a standard issue smuggling run, knowing full well a damn Imperial patrol was in the area. He was used as little more than a distraction. A decoy. Balthazar wanted to stand up and roar as his anger grew, only to fall silent, as he heard what sounded like the pattering of little hooved feet down the hallway. His jackal-like pointed ears perked up, as his muscular neck turned his huge, lupine head to face the barred door, making his heavy chains rattle a little. His eyes opened slightly, bathing the area in a dull, reddish glow. The results of one of many invasive experiments that imperial scientists performed upon him. They had discovered a type of creature with symbiotic bacteria in its eyes, that made a creature able to see in the infrared spectrum, in exchange for a safe place to live and thrive. A painful experience to be sure, having his eyes ripped out by little human hands, and then replaced with the eyes of some other poor unlucky creature. The huge, black furred wolf man just grunted at the memory, and kept his eyes only partially opened, as the bright lights of his cell caused his light sensitive eyes a small amount of discomfort. He saw what looked like a small, reindeer-like female humanoid running towards his cell, only to jump off of it, and disappear somewhere into the ceiling outside of his cell, out of his view. His eyes opened a little wider, as he pursed his lips around his fangs. His muscles creaked as he stood up, slamming his head into the ceiling. He grunted, and swore low under his breath. Had he not been distracted, his keen ears would have picked up the sound of the four storm troopers marching down the hallway, hammering out their steps in mindless, self-sacrifice to that accursed human centrist empire. He thought to leap at the bars, and grab one with his mighty muscled claw. Oh how satisfying it would be to rip them to complete shreds while their comrades screamed in terror, but alas, his chains were specially forged for bigger, stronger creatures like him. He just waited for them to come into view. His great furred cheeks billowed out, as he spat at them in disgust. His aim however was just as bad as theirs was with their blaster rifles, hitting the bars. He flattened his ears, and let loose another rumbling growl as they ignored him. A few moments later, after they were out of earshot, he then heard what sounded like a very generous, peachy-like behind hit the ground just outside of his cell. Zarr didn't look in her direction, but chuckled, as he inhaled the air around him, his keen, wolf nose taking in her scent. He found it stimulating his more vestigial neural pathways, awakening his more less evolved desires to hunt down, and chase prey animals for sport. His voice was low and deep, rumbling and rattling the bars to his cell as he murmured."And who might you be? Some tender morsel sent to tempt and torment the hungry animal they haven't fed for about a week?" He was of course exaggerating a little. The scientists insisted on keeping their prized test subject well-fed before their arrival in a few days, but it made for good conversation.

Jabuku was the spitting image of his great uncle, the well-known and feared Jabba the Hutt. Jabuku sat on his dias, his fat rolls glistened with saliva and slime that oozed from his body and dropped from his large tongue that hung out of his gaping mouth. His feline eyes locked onto the beautiful, youthful figure of Ziana Eris as she was brought into his throne room, his court whispering among themselves at the sight. After all, Ziana was well known in the sector for being one of the best bounty hunters in the sector and not someone to be trifled with. Yet, he let out a guttural laugh at the sight of her and bellowed something to one of his guards who nodded and quickly slapped a collar around her neck., a symbol of her new subservience. With that taken care of, Jabuku turned his attention to Ziana and began to speak in his grotesque language, his massive tongue still hanging from his gaping mouth and his large tail swaying back and forth. "His Lordship, Jabuku the Hutt would like to welcome you to his court," the droid translated for him as he licked his lips and eyed Ziana keenly. "Everyone knows of the powerful bounty hunter, Ziana Eris...you'll be the jewel of my harem." The droid continued, "To think...some Imperial Senator's son would some how capture you and sell you off to me. I guess you aren't as strong as you seem." Jabuku bellowed out a deep laugh at the end to which the entirety of his court joined in.

You'd do well to remember my reputation, slug," Ziana snarled, not hiding her disgust in the slightest. The... deal she'd made with the senator's son hadn't included this, and surely whatever he had planned for her was far greater than a disposable sex slave to a Hutt, right? Right? Fuck, why'd she believe the slippery son of a bitch anyways? A guard hit her in the back of the leg with his staff, sending her to her knees. "Know your place, bitch. You kneel before His Lordship." "All of you will pay," she snarled, shaking back a long, loose blonde strand of hair. "I'll be free, and all of you will fucking pay." For a time, silence dominated the throne room, until Jabuku broke it with a boom, boisterous laugh. His laughter spread through his court, everyone there quite amused by her show of defiance. Quite unconcerned about her proclamation of revenge. And why shouldn't they be. She was fucked, well and truly. And if the rumors she'd heard of the Hutts were true, she would be well and truly fucked, until the Hutt lord bored of her, and fed her to a rancor.

It was a slow night at the bar, 7th Heaven. The proprietor, Tifa Lockheart, was leaning against the counter, bored. She had both of her arms up on the bar, chin resting on top them. She was gorgeous, with large breasts barely contained by what was no better than a white sports bra. Her breasts were practically spilling out. Her garnet eyes looked hazy, and her black hair was loose except for a tie at the very bottom of her hair. The outfit continued with a short black mini skirt that barely covered her bubble butt and suspenders. Long black gloves with shorter maroon fingerless gloves, along with black thigh highs and maroon boots completed the look. "Ughhhh...so bored!" Tifa stood up straight, picking up a towel and polishing the bar. Her crush, Cloud Strife, was off on AVALANCHE business which meant she was the only one to guard the shop. Her eyes flicked to the pinball machine, where she knew the secret lair was. She groaned, putting her arms behind her back and lacing her fingers together, pushing her chest out. When she relaxed her breasts bounced, nearly hitting her chin. Surely something had to happen tonight, at least a customer that could interest her.

Sol Blaze looked over the distance to see the 7th Heaven bar. He had been a semi-regular there, not often due to his travel trips out for work but enough so that he had recognized most of the regulars there when he had been there. Walking up he'd start to enter through the doors as he looked at the empty place in time to see Tifa's ample breasts bounce and nearly hit her chin as she had stretched. The man had wielded two swords on his back and was dressed like most adventurers, with light armor that showed off his fit body, black clothes underneath the armor covering his skin but it was skin tight. The armor a light shade of red with dark black pants that did have a belt with a few supplies on it. He had been known as a Diver, which was a fancy term the locals used for those who went digging into ruins. "Slow night?" he asked Tifa as he walked over to the bar and took stock of the best reason to come to 7th Heaven in the fact that there was the sexy owner and bartender Tifa there. "Just got back in from some work," he offered, giving her a grin. "Good trip this time, though sadly someone already wants me back out there again.

Welcome to a Jinsley Au production! Witness what happens when one of Jinsley is bored with nothing to do and all the muses in the world! And as a result drags the other half of this lovely duo into the mess!~ Love you, love! But this is also your fault!<3 Welcome to a modern retelling of our lovely Targaryen twins! If you are not aware of our original Got/Hotd babies, please take a gander here! We promise these modern babies will be just as feels-inducing as our firey prince and princess if not a little more fluffier. And if you're wondering why there seems to be so much effort in this thread compared to the original one... Remember when I said that this was born from boredom and nothing to do? Yeah, I was bored with nothing to do while I waited for my lovely partner to finish posts. So please enjoy my poor decisions and lack of patience and self-control that my wonderful partner is more than happy to support. Some key details to be noted: high Valerian is canon in this Au. we have equated it to an accessible version of Latin. It's a "living" language that can be taught in schools (although not available in ALL schools). Unfortunately, dragons do not exist. Le sighhhhhh. For the sake of the language, valyria still exists. The existence of other families that are mentioned in Asia is currently TBD. For now, all we know is that the families from old valyria exist in this world and, no, they are not closely related to one another. Lastly, shoutout to Duolingo for adding high Valerian and further fueling all of my modern muses XD valor Harris * (CURRENTLY PLAYING) xx ; (OO1) tab nonsense - Sabrina carpenter ; (OO2) tab universe - they ; (OO3) tab ocean eyes - American avenue ; (OO4) tab bad for business - Sabrina carpenter ; (OO5) tab melt - Zealand ; (OO6) tab girls like me don't cry - they ; (OO7) tab into your arms - Witt Lowry feat. Ava max ; (OO8) tab painkiller - Blackbeard ; (OO9) tab think about you - Tojo ; (O1O) tab twin flame - Machine Gun Kelly tab tabYOU`RE TOO GOOD FOR ME tab I'M TOO BAD TO KEEP tab I WANT YOU ONLY VISAERA CULTIVAR tabtab I HOPE THAT WE CAN LOVE THROUGH THE PAIN AFTER THE HONEYMOON FADES * (THE BASICS) x x ; (NAME) tab viscera Josephine cultivar ; (NICKNAME) tab vi (pronounced see), Sufi ; (AGE) tab eighteen ; (BIRTHDATE) tab June thirteenth ; (HEIGHT) tab five feet on a good day ; (EYE & HAIR COLOR) tab blue tab blonde ; (SEXUALITY) tab bisexual ; (birthplace) tab baltimore, maryland ; (PROFESSION) tab very active high school student * (MY ATTITUDE) x x SUPPORTIVE X x ) x giving support; providing sympathy or encouragement ENTHUSIASTIC X x ) x absorbing or controlling possession of the mind by any interest or pursuit; lively interest RESOURCEFUL X x ) x able to deal skillfully and promptly with new situations, difficulties, etc. PERSUASIVE X x ) x able, fitted, or intended to prevail on (a person) to do something, as by advising or urging PERCEPTIVE X x ) x having or showing keenness of insight, understanding, or intuition SENSITIVE X x ) x having acute mental or emotional sensibility; aware of and responsive to the feelings of others GUARDED X x ) x cautious; careful; prudent DUBIOUS X x ) x wavering or hesitating in opinion; inclined to doubt RESERVED X x ) x formal or self-restrained in manner and relationship; avoiding familiarity or intimacy with others * ( ALL ABOUT ME ) x x ; ( FACT OO1 ) tab Visaera was born and raised in Baltimore, Maryland up until she was five. Her family comes from a long line of entrepreneurs with all of their wealth coming from the seafood industry. Celtigar, Inc. is the largest company in the country most known for the import and export of blue crab. Many who visit Baltimore will spend long hours and a lot of money for a table at House of Celtigar just to try their specialty blue crab dishes. Her father is the second youngest of five children. Although it is expected that his eldest brotherthe first born sonwill take over the business once his father steps down and retires, he still inherited the familys knack for business. Finishing top of the class with honors at Yale, he climbed up quickly in the business world; rising through the ranks at a near exponential rate. His expertise and overall work ethic earned him an executive position at Celtigar, Inc.s west coast office, requiring him to move his wife and daughter to Berkeley, California. ; ( FACT OO2 ) tab Before being a wife and mother, Visaera's mother had dreams and aspirations of being a principal ballerina. She also reached that goal, until a life altering injury prevented her from continuing with dance. So instead, she took all of her dance knowledge to NYU with the intention of becoming a dance instructor. That was where she met Visaera's father. He was in the masters program and was her TA for one of her business courses. They scandalously hit it off pretty quick. In-between classes, she was a private ballet instructor. Her students were the children of families closely associated with the Celtigars. She moved up to an instructor position in a dance academy after she and Visaera's father got married. When they all moved to California, she took a leap of faith to open her own dance studio. ; ( FACT OO3 ) tab It was a bit of a shock to Visaeras parents when they learned that the Celtigars opposed her name. After all, Visaera has Valyrian origins. But for the Celtigars, so many years detached from their home country and heavily business oriented, they thought her name too exotic. They worried that her unique name would close one too many doors; not even accounting for the fact that she is a member of the Celtigar family. But despite all the arguments, Visaeras mother fought for her name. When Visaera was old enough to understand the politics behind her family, she was told her mother went straight to her grandfather and said, I wont argue against whatever wishes you may have for my daughter, except that I will have her named Visaera whether you like it or not. Many back and forth arguments later, Visaeras grandparents relented. To soften the blow of this defeat, her parents decided to give her a second first name that she can use for future opportunities. And since her mother chose her first first name, her father got to choose her second first name. He chose Josephine after his grandmother. For years, various family members have asked her mother why she desperately wanted to name her daughter Visaera, but for some reason, she has kept that a close lipped secret. The only response she ever gives anyone that asks is that she just thought the name was very pretty. ; ( FACT OO4 ) tab Visaera is fluent in High Valyrian. Although she is Valyrian through her father's family, it was her motherwho isn't Valyrianthat insisted and encouraged her to learn and perfect it. Her father unfortunately was not part of this learning process, at least not actively. He knows a few words and phrases, but is unable to hold a coherent conversation. Her mother, on the other hand, learned High Valyrian when she was in high school and while she isn't fluent, she is conversational. In fact, it can be argued that High Valyrian was Visaera's first language. Her mother spoke it to her exclusively when they were at home and she has been told that her first word was Muaher father was a little disappointed it wasn't "Dada" or anything related, but still proud. Once she started speaking, her parents hired a private language instructor to help her differentiate between High Valyrian and English. It was adorable at home, but her parents would rather she didn't mix the two languages in one sentence once she started school. At home, it isn't uncommon to find Visaera and her mother speaking exclusively in High Valyrian whenever her father isn't home. ; ( FACT OO5 ) tab Visaera has a very close relationship with her parents. Not exactly that she tells them about every aspect of her life, but there is a trust between her and them that does not exist among her friends and their parents. She idolizes her mother and it can be argued that their relationship surpasses just mother-daughter. Visaera is not afraid to say that her mother is one of her best friends. For as long as she can even remember, they have shared such a deep connection to one another; especially her mother. She can somehow pick up on whatever Visaera is feeling, if she needed to put in the effort to channel it. It is a running theory that this close relationship started because Visaera was born prematurely AND her mother had been struggling to conceive for years. For years, she was told how her mother stayed at her side in NICU for weeks until she was fit to leave the hospital and then took time off from running her studio to take care of her even though her in-laws recommended hiring a nanny. Her mother couldn't do it, not after struggling to have a baby for years and then almost losing the one that made it. As for her father, well, even if her mother is one of her best friends, she is without a doubt Daddy's Little Girl. He unapologetically spoiled her rotten when she was a kid, but also made sure that it didn't get too into her head growing up. She looks up to her father and is never afraid to seek out his guidance. And even though he can be very busy with work, he still finds time to spend with her whenever he gets the opportunity to get away from the office. ; ( FACT OO6 ) tab Despite her close relationship with her parents, Visaera is not immune to the high expectations that come with being a Celtigar. For as long as she can remember, she has never not been busy. As soon as she was mobile, she was taken on play dates with the children from other families closely associated with hers. In fact, a lot of her friends now are those she has been with since they were babies. When she was a toddler, her parents enrolled her in various classes. Her mother, naturally, placed her in different dance classes to see if any of them would stick. She stayed in ballet and contemporary dance until middle school. She also participated in sports starting in elementary school. It wasn't competitive, but it gave her something to do after school. She enjoyed soccer for a while, but then her father took her to her first horseback riding lesson and she never looked back. She competed for years until her junior year of high school. Of all of the private lessons she took her whole life, what stuck the most until this very day was music. Like most children of her station, she started with piano. From there, once her music instructor picked up on her talent, she expanded to guitar (but this is mostly for fun) and took up singing lessons. She still competes and participates in piano recitals. But recently she has considered stepping away from recitals to focus on songwriting. It's a lowkey passion of hers, but she is not confident enough to share any songs she's attempted writing. Now, despite all of these activities keeping her occupied for nearly her entire life, what matters most to her family meaning her extended Celtigar family are her school activities. She has been active in her high school's Key Club since her freshman year and will be taking the VP position her senior year. Other clubs and activities she is involved in at school include: NHS, Best Buddies, and a couple other volunteer-based clubs. There are a small handful of special interest clubs that she is active in on and off depending on her schedule. ; ( FACT OO7 ) tab The thing you need to know about the Celtgars is that they very much still believe in arranged marriages. Of course, with the "changing of the times" they have to be clever about it. They are a little more lenient, but that is putting it lightly. There are some occasions when it is very obvious that a marriage in the Celtigar family is arranged (i.e. when it pertains to the heir to the family business and legacy). But for the rest of the time, the family goes around the obvious definition of arranged marriages. Instead, they call it "childhood friendships." Visaera is in that category. While her parents were lucky to be a love matchit helps that her mother did come from a "good family"Visaera was one of the many grandchildren to be strategically paired with one of the children of the various families in connection with the Celtigars. It all started when her father received his promotion to overlook the business in the west coast. The Tyrells accumulated much of their wealth from their grocery store chain all across the west coast region. They also own many acres of farmland and vineyards. And it just so happens that Visaera's father and the heir to the Tyrell family business were friends and classmates at Yale. But that is not the connection the Celtigars are invested in. It is the one between Visaera and the CEO's son, Deric. She met Deric when she was five years old, he was seven. For the most part, Visaera can't remember her life without Deric in it. Between weekly play dates until they started middle school and being enrolled in the same schools since she finished kindergarten, it was hard to look at Visaera and not think about Deric. Visaera does consider Deric a close friend. She always has fun when with him and he has helped her survive many years of school with his extra two years of knowledge. It was around her sophomore year and his senior year that they started to acknowledge that after all these years, they might actually have feelings for each other. However, it was also one of those bad timing situations. Deric was under a lot of pressure to get into Yale. While, yes, his own academic record was enough merit to get him in, it wasn't going to be enough until he received that acceptance letter. So they never tried dating. To the school, they viewed Visaera and Deric's relationship that year as "casual." It was obvious they liked each other, but school just came first. It wasn't until the summer after Deric graduated that they finally put some definition to their relationship. They both agreed that long distance wasn't going to work. Visaera was going into the toughest years of high school and Deric was starting his college career in Yale. So they continued to keep things casual, but they also made a promise to each other. Once Visaera finished high schooland hopefully also got into Yalethey would make their relationship official. For the Celtigars, that was essentially a shoe-in for an engagement. ; ( FACT OO8 ) tab Maybe this has everything to do with the fact that she is a Celtigar, but Visaera loves seafood. She will proudly and unapologetically eat at her family's restaurant, the closest location of which is in San Francisco, and sing its praises every time. She also has a constantly insatiable craving for sushi. It is one of those cravings that once someone asks her if she wants it, she will always say yes with a quickness. ; ( FACT OO9 ) tab Her preferred choice of transportation is her bike, but this is mostly because she tries to stay as local as possible. If she needs to go any further than Berkeley, she will either take Bart, pay for an Uber or get a ride from someone she knows. Unfortunately, she cannot drive. This has everything to do with her height, or lack thereof to be more precise. Her inability to easily see over the wheel has been the cause of much anxiety for Visaera. So while she does possess a permit, she has yet to pluck up the courage to take the test to get her license. So for the time being, she gets around the neighborhood pretty well on her bike or she gets rides from her friends or her parents. #THATPPPLIFE ; ( FACT O1O ) tab It has been engrained in her mind since she was a baby that Yale was her top long-term goal. Many photo albums show Visaera surrounded by the Yale colors, whether it's a baby onesie or the blue flag that has been hanging over her bed since she was still sleeping in a crib. It's pretty obvious where this goal arose from. As his alma mater, her father dreamed for her to follow in his footsteps. Every year since she first learned how to read, they would take trips to Connecticut to visit the campus the week before she started the new school year. She's gone to plenty of homecoming games with her father, his school friends and their kids. To her and her father, everything she does up until her high school diploma is placed in her hand is for Yale. Not even an acceptance letter will satisfy her father. To him, their goal for Yale is fulfilled once she has stepped foot on the campus as an official student. But see, here's the thing: At some point during her high school career, Visaera has lost sight of that goal. While she still believes Yale is an amazing school, she's started to recognize that it isn't the right fit for her. She no longer "sees" herself walking across campus every day to get from one class to another. There is no more excitement even talking about Yale. In fact, the only excitement she feels is whatever she picks up from her father. Unfortunately, it is that very reason she has yet to tell him that Yale is no longer a long-term goal of hers. For now, she intends to still apply, but will also exert the same amount of energy into applying to other universities. She has yet to find the actual school that best fits her, but she hopes it will present itself once it's application time. ; ( FACT O11 ) tab She has a unique interest in flying. Anytime she travels and it requires flying to the destination, she will always aim for a window seat and that window will stay open the entire flight (so long as she is allowed to). There is something so majestic about being able to see the world from the skies that has always intrigued her and it always takes her breath away. This only worsened when she and her childhood friends went paragliding once during summer vacation. She was addicted to the sensation of being in the air. It is now one of her dreams to go paragliding once again (maybe even hang gliding) AND to try skydiving. ; ( FACT O12 ) tab A lot of people in Visaera's life, even her own family, have made comment on her busy schedule. Some have voiced concerns that between her classes (both at her school and the college courses she can take at the community college) and her extracurriculars she is well on her way to burning out before college. But the truth is, despite the sheer exhaustion she may feel sometimes, Visaera leans heavily on her busy schedule. She uses her busy schedule as a defense mechanism. She dislikes being idle with very little to nothing to do. For, you see, the moments when it is quiet for Visaera is when the intrusive thoughts invade. This is the one thing she insists on keeping secret from her parents and her friends. It's hard to say when exactly she started struggling with these dark thoughts, but when she first acknowledged that they were there, it hit her like a truck and for a few days she was unable to do anything outside her bedroom. After that day, she learned that keeping herself busy pushes away any chance of these thoughts getting any kind of strength. But the few times that they do slip through her mind, instant guilt pours through her. After all, what reason does she have to feel these things when her entire life has been so fortunate? So to combat the impending destruction, she works herself to almost complete exhaustion so that she could go to bed and sleep immediately. ; ( FACT O13 ) tab Visaera has an immaculate way with words. Throughout high school, many on the debate team have grieved that she has little time to commit to joining. She isn't entirely argumentative, unless she has to be for a class assignment, but Visaera has this way of picking up on details from other people to help hook them in to whatever she has to say. Some say she is empathetic, but she disagrees. It is more so the ability to pick up on nonverbal cues. Once she has that, she maneuvers her arguments or pitches to best attract her listener. ; ( FACT O14 ) tab As much as the Celtigars like to play it off to the public that they are a close knit family, Visaera is not close to any of her relatives. Every year they travel to Baltimore, conversations with cousins are typically bragging contests. One cousin will brag about getting into this Ivy League. Another will talk for ages about a prestigious internship they snagged. Another will go into great lengths about the journey they took to win some award. And it doesn't stop with the cousins. She has often overheard her parents get into near sparring matches with uncles and aunts over which child is the most successful. And with her father being one of the youngest siblings, he dives in fiercely to brag about all of her accomplishments. Now that she is older, taking trips back to Baltimore has become more a chore for her than a pleasure. ; ( FACT O15 ) tab Whenever she can find any kind of spare time, Visaera enjoys checking out thrift stores and used bookstores. And she will always come out with something. She is a little embarrassed of how full her closet is with clothes she has yet to wear and bookshelves full of books she has yet to read. More often than not, she will end up donating some of the clothes she's bought at thrift stores without even having worn them. But she still finds herself going to them and always coming out with something that caught her attention. But she can find herself browsing for hours if she didn't have to keep track of time. ; ( FACT O16 ) tab For much of Visaera's high school career, she has been dubbed the "princess" of the school solely for her volunteer efforts and overall academic record. While she may not necessarily be in the running for valedictorian, she is more known for offering to schedule study sessions for classmates that might need a little extra help on homework. Then there is her many hours of volunteer work between multiple clubs. Every year Visaera is acknowledged for her involvement in the community through her volunteer work. In the beginning, calling Visaera "princess" was a playful tease among her friends. However, it very quickly spread and stuck. Visaera for her part doesn't mind the title, but she also doesn't encourage it. She just simply smiles and lets people have their fun. ; ( FACT O17 ) tab After volunteering for a semester at a senior living facility in her junior year, Visaera picked up on what her friends affectionately call "old lady hobbies." In other words, she got really into crafting; more specifically crochet. Now, keep in mind that this is still a fairly new hobby so she is nowhere near great at it. In fact, her need to perfect her lines is the reason she makes weekly visits to the senior living facility because she befriended a couple of the ladies who helped her develop this hobby. She doesn't crochet all the time, but occasionally you can find her in class with a hook and some brightly colored yarn in her hands. Oh, and don't get her started on her yarn collection. Yeah, it is basically a collection. Despite it taking long to complete projects, Visaera has a bad habit of coming out of craft stores with more yarn than she can get through. So now her room has baskets full of yarn for any new projects she has in mind.

* ( CURRENTLY PLAYING ) xx ; ( OO1 ) tab title track - machine gun kelly ; ( OO2 ) tab daywalker! - machine gun kelly ft. corpse ; ( OO3 ) tab fleabag - yungblud ; ( OO4 ) tab all i know - machine gun kelly ft. trippie redd ; ( OO5 ) tab light switch - youth fountain ; ( OO6 ) tab love or chemistry - nothing,nowhere. ; ( OO7 ) tab bad habits - nerv ; ( OO8 ) tab more than life - machine gun kelly ft. glaive ; ( OO9 ) tab bloody valentine - machine gun kelly ; ( O1O ) tab twin flame - machine gun kelly tabtabYOU`RE TOO GOOD FOR ME tab I`M TOO BAD TO KEEP tab I WANT YOU ONLY VIRYS TARGARYEN tabtab YOU TOLD ME YOU LOVE ME BUT MY TRAUMA DOESNT TRUST THAT * ( THE BASICS ) x x ; ( NAME ) tab virys targaryen ; ( NICKNAME ) tab his sister has long called him vi, but otherwise virys doesnt have any loving nicknames. only derogatory ones or titles that come and go with each new rumor that circulates about him. ; ( AGE ) tab eighteen ; ( BIRTHDATE ) tab june thirteenth ; ( HEIGHT ) tab six foot four ; ( EYE & HAIR COLOR ) tab steel bluetab platinum ; ( SEXUALITY ) tab asexualdemisexual ; ( BIRTH PLACE ) tab miami, florida ; ( PROFESSION ) tab student on the verge of dropping outaspiring musician * ( MY ATTITUDE ) x x DEVOTED X x ) x very loving or loyal. PROTECTIVE X x ) x having or showing a strong wish to keep someone or something safe from harm. RESILIENT X x ) x (of a person or animal) able to withstand or recover quickly from difficult conditions. TALENTED X x ) x having a natural aptitude or skill for something. COMPETITIVE X x ) x having or displaying a strong desire to be more successful than others. COMPULSIVE X x ) x resulting from or relating to an irresistible urge, especially one that is against one's conscious wishes. INTENSE X x ) x having or showing strong feelings or opinions; extremely earnest or serious. CYNICAL X x ) x believing that people are motivated by self-interest; distrustful of human sincerity or integrity. DANGEROUS X x ) x able or likely to cause harm or injury. DISCONNECTED X x ) x (of a person) lacking contact with reality. OBSTINATE X x stubbornly refusing to change one's opinion or chosen course of action, despite attempts to persuade one to do so. UNSTABLE X prone to psychiatric problems or sudden changes of mood. UNTRUSTING X tending to believe in other people's honesty or sincerity; suspicious. * ( ALL ABOUT ME ) x ; ( FACT OO1 ) tab virys does not believe in love. In any capacity of the word: romantic relationships, sexual relationships, even familial relationships. The word love means nothing to him. He believes it's more along the lines of a fake courtesy. But this is due to having never experienced it himself. His own mother wanted nothing to do with him. His father claimed to love him yet dumped him on the doorstep of his first marriage; clearly love isnt real if his father started a second family that didn't turn out to be much better than his first. His stepmother has never cared for him and his half siblings have turned home into hell for him. Girls at school have only ever wanted him for sex, status or money. Boys too. Virys has never felt love and so clearly it doesn't actually exist. Love is the biggest conspiracy theory of the entire world. ; ( FACT OO2 ) tab In addition to his strong reservation against emotional love, virys has trouble with sexual intimacy. That is to say, most things that turn on other boys his age don't work on him. And they never have. Believing that something was wrong with him, virys projected this sexual persona for several years until it became a large portion of his identity. He became obsessed with sex, wanting desperately to figure out why he was different and thinking that he could fix himself. That maybe if he could be normal, the rest of the broken pieces of his life might come back together. Presently he's fallen so far down the rabbit hole that it's out of his control. He's slept with enough people (cis girls mostly but not exclusively), to have earned him a manwhore reputation. Yet at the same time his dissatisfied sex life has kept his standards high enough that he's far from easy. He won't sleep with just anyone, in fact these days he's mostly only sexually active with his friend and drug dealer, Madison Harper. ; ( FACT OO3 ) Drugs have always been a part of Virys's life. He was born to a rockstar father, passed along to an ex-groupie stepmother, and then raised among siblings several years older than him. He was exposed to the good, the bad, and desensitized to the ugly earlier than most. And so it was only natural for him to pick up his own habits. Virys has tried his share of party drugs and alcohol, most of it due to peer pressure from his older half brothers. And he was actually introduced to MadisonMadi through them. But Virys generally isn't one for hard drugs; he prefers to just smoke. It helps ease his anxiety and relax in a world that has been out to get him since he was born. ; ( FACT OO4 ) As you have probably guessed, following the stereotype, school is not Virys's strong suit. It's not that he's dumb, far from it actually. But he simply doesn't care enough and his grades suffer for it. He is actually quite clever and quick to pick up on things, but skipping class to get high and blatantly not doing the work has left a large discrepancy between him and his classmates. As such, he's been balancing on the verge of failing out of school and his academic future is bleak. ; ( FACT OO5 ) Luckily for him, his interest in music, combined with his father's fame, doesn't require a degree for success. Though it wouldn't hurt to help combat the rumors and bad rap he's accumulated over the years. Virys has long been in a back-and-forth battle with himself over whether or not he truly wants to pursue music. It's something he genuinely enjoys, and has the natural talent for. But at times he feels as though he is stuck in his father's shadow and that his own demons will forever hold him back. There's nothing quite as discouraging as being compared to another and told you're not good enough solely on someone's first impression of you. And that has happened so many times to Virys, and it's been steadily eating away at his self-esteem and drive, leaving him unmotivated and depressed in regards to the one thing in life he truly enjoys. ; (FACT OO6) Another less known talent of his is his knowledge of High Valyrian. While not fluent, it is technically his first language and he's at least conversational in it. He doesn't know the grammatical terms for things (prepositions and adverbs?), has a hard time formulating sentences, and is much better at understanding others than speaking it himself. But he thought it would be an easy A to take the class upon seeing it was offered in his high school, however learning it properly in a school setting had proved to be much more difficult than his experience of using it at home. ; (FACT OO7) Another difficulty he's had is with therapy. He's had a few different diagnosis over the years, with various forms of treatment recommended ranging from simple counseling to complicated regimens. However Virys has never stuck through anything long enough to reap any benefits or see any improvements. Instead he self-medicates and everyone else in his life gets to experience the ups and downs alongside him. ; ( FACT OO8 ) Tab the instability isnt a new thing though, its been a constant in his life even before he was born. During an early ultrasound it was revealed that he was to be a twin, but by the next appointment his other half was gone. A phenomenon known as vanishing twin syndrome; and with it went his health. He had been sharing a placenta with his twin and after they were absorbed his tiny body suffered while his mother's body recovered and adjusted. He became a high-risk pregnancy from that point on and his mother was advised against traveling and to be extra careful so as not to lose her remaining child as well. However, his mother's indifference towards him had already begun. She was scared that she was losing herself and her own life as now all anyone talked to her about was her baby. As such, she rebelled against the doctors orders and did as she pleased, and it was due to her recklessness that Virys ended up being born in Florida of all places. His parents were there for an event when his mother went into labor. Despite being so small, Virys birth was a long and complicated one in part to his already poor health, and it was also for that reason that the family ended up staying in Florida with his mother's sister for close to two months until he was finally cleared from the NICU. He struggled as an infant and that touch-and-go was likely a main contributing factor to why his mother rejected him in the end. Rather than going full maternal over her sick baby, she went the complete opposite direction and if anything she was scared of him. Scared of how fragile he was. Scared she would mess things up. Scared she would be a bad mother, and then combined with the fact that she never actually wanted this in the first place. But Virys was blind to her aversion until he turned ten years old when she finally cracked, feeling like she had lost the past ten years of her life to being a mother despite how little she had actually been involved in his upbringing. The solution ended up being to send Little Virys up north to live with his father's first family in Berkeley, who Virys had never met and knew next to nothing about. ; ( FACT OO9 ) Tab Virys flew as an unaccompanied minor at ten years old, leaving his family behind to go live with complete strangers who wanted almost as little to do with him as his own mother. He went from being an only child to being the youngest of six and the age gaps only made the transition even more difficult. And while two of his siblings ultimately warmed up to him, it wasn't enough to offset the abuse he suffered through at the hands of the other three and his new guardian: his stepmother. Living in Berkeley has been arguably worse for Virys than Los Angeles was and his steady downward spiral is there to show for it. His two eldest brothers are the ones who have been the most dangerous, which, considering their large age gap definitely turns it from sibling quarrels to full on abuse. There is no reason for a nearly twenty-year-old adult to be smacking around a ten-year-old child as a means of stress relief and entertainment. His two half sisters were second oldest, both just a year apart from one another. But the close proximity of their ages did little to strengthen their own bond. One sister sided more so with their brothers, while the other took Virys under her wing as best she could. He hasn't always been receptive to her kindness, but she remains a constant support - the closest to a mother figure he's ever had. His last brother is the closest in age to him and has arguably made the most efforts as far as bonding with Virys. It's not quite a two-way street between them, his brother definitely tries harder and cares more than Virys. But of all his siblings, he is the one Virys gets along with the most. ; ( FACT O1O ) Tab You would think that with such large age gaps that Virys would no longer be tormented by his siblings because surely by now everyone has moved out. But no, only his sisters have left the family home. One married and the other left during college and never came back. Leaving Virys with all three of his brothers as well as their mother. His oldest brother owns his own company and makes bank but has spent his whole life taking advantage of everything their father pays for in exchange for Virys living under their roof. So he has opted to save every penny he makes and lives comfortably working from home. The second oldest stayed out of spite. If Virys gets to live luxuriously then so should I. He's been wildly unsuccessful at securing his own identity and has jumped careers several times already. He's obsessed with Virys in his own way, blaming the baby of the family for all his own failures. And then his third brother currently attends UC Berkeley. He had originally moved out for the college experience, but he moved back home after Virys had been subjected to the worst year of abuse yet. And that is how Virys lives with four grown adults and most everything is paid for by his father. ; ( FACT O11 ) tab while Virys's relationship with his birth mother would be classified as strained at best, his on-and-off relationship with his father has been a toxic tortuous tease his entire life. Virys has spent years fighting for his mother's affection and then being disappointed every single time. While in contrast, his father has openly made efforts to show his love, and it is instead Virys who has trouble accepting it. Living in near opposite ends of California has made it difficult to visit over the years, but his father has done his best while balancing his wife and rockstar career. Unfortunately for him though, Virys' needs and expectations have always been higher than he is capable of meeting. As such, Virys feels conflicted about his father - he hates him for all that's happened to him, but his father has also been the one to treat him the best and they were close when he was a kid. The contradicting emotions leave Virys in this constant state of pick-a-door. Behind door number one is more emotional baggage to carry. But behind door number two is the chance of a nice memory that Virys will cherish until eventually it gets torn to shreds the next time the first door opens instead. Like the time he flew down to visit his parents, and his father ended up turning the return trip into a father-son drive from LA to the Bay. They drove his vintage 1967 Ford Mustang fastback up from LA together and his father then gifted it to him for his upcoming sixteenth birthday when they reached Berkeley. Then just a few days later one of his brothers assaulted him, likely jealous of Virys' better relationship with their father, and Virys spent the evening of his birthday in urgent care. But rather than retaliating against his brother, Virys passed the blame to his father for having returned him back to this living hell in the first place, thus shattering the good memories of their road trip and breaking their fragile relationship yet again. ; ( FACT O12 ) Tab Virys is quite literally the epitome of the phrase lonely in a crowded room. He's been surrounded by people his entire life, whether with his large extended family or due to his popularity throughout his years at school. But Virys has struggled all his life to bond with anyone. At home he's extremely isolated and unloved. And then at school, while he might not be everyone's favorite, he's still well known and socialized. But no one at school really knows him, neither does anyone at home. Not truly anyways. Virys closest connection to anyone would be the one he has with his pet, a female bearded dragon he named Toothless. And while Toothless might not be as affectionate or personable as a dog or cat might be, she has still served the same purpose of easing his loneliness and giving him something to live for. Not that his entire life is held in the palm of her scaly foot, but having someone depending on him has given him a sense of importance in a world that had otherwise told him he's worthless. ; ( FACT O13 ) tab it should come as no surprise to hear that virys reputation includes violence, with a fine gray line between fact and fiction. The truth is that yes, virys has violent tendencies. And yes, there is also likely some truth behind any stories one might hear. But he is also a victim of exaggerationthat people blow things out of proportion and make assumptions when they don't know all the details. A truth behind his violent nature though is that he is so numb to the physical pain that he's unable to recognize his own body's limitations. Virys is so damaged at this point, emotionally, physically, or too intoxicated, that his pain tolerance is through the roof, and it actually puts him in a dangerous position. For instance being unable to distinguish the severity of an injury when he's hurt. Or not feeling any pain in his own hand when punching somethingor someoneand so it's too easy to just get tunnel vision and keep going, and going, and going. Yes, he's beaten someone unconscious before. And yes, his own hand was bruised for over a week afterwards. ; ( FACT O14 ) tab unfortunately that numbness isn't exclusive to physical pain. When his hurt and temper merge into one, Virys reaches a point where he loses any sense of self-worth or rational thinkinghis self-preservation drops below zero. It's when he's in this dangerous state of mind that it's probably best to steer clear, but it's also when he's the biggest danger to himself. Virys doesn't exactly have a history of self-harm, not intentionally at least. But when he reaches this point, his brain short circuits and he's unable to process cause and effect. He would boldly cross a busy intersection, walking as though expecting everyone to slam on the breaks for him. Squeeze or smash whatever is in his hand without regard to the possibility that it could break and hurt him. And ever since getting his own car, he has adopted a particularly dangerous habit of going alone for a drive. Of going too fast and taking risks that could easily end his life if he so much as blinked at the wrong moment. He'll drive until the adrenaline passes, until he comes down from the high and is able to feel things again. ; ( FACT O15 ) tab His pain tolerance does come in handy though when it comes to his most obvious form of self-expression: tattoos. He got his first tattoo at fourteen years old and it's been an addiction of his ever since. Most of them he got illegally, that is to say that there was no parental consent given nor were they done in a proper shop. The perks of having always hung out with an older crowd on account of his siblings and of having a famous musician for a father. ; ( FACT O16 ) Tab hes not superstitious, but Virys is definitely a little bit-stitous. He reads into things and connects dots whether they're related or not. His delusions turn nothing into something. It can be very difficult to reason with him if he's mentally already accepted something as truth. Virys would be the one to take it personally when something out of anyone's control troubles him. To take it personally and then blame the other for it. Had to cancel because you got a flat tire? In Virys broken mind, if you really cared, you would have found a way to get to him. Or on the flip side, finding the tiniest of connections and viewing it as a sign that it was meant to be. Like if you were to like the same music as him, it could easily lead Virys into believing that you have an understanding of him, because clearly if you like the same music then you must feel similarly to him. Virys really maxes out the phrase "point of view." These delusions aren't a constant. They come and go, and there's no telling when one will trigger, but they make it near impossible for him to maintain healthy relationships with other human beings when his mind sets these unrealistic expectations and creates false meanings behind others words and actions. ; ( FACT O17 ) It's pretty safe to say that Virys generally doesn't even try to make friends. Not anymore at least. He was fairly social for most of his life, but the past couple years he has definitely closed himself off more and more. Not that he's been shunning the friends and connections he's already made, but Virys isn't interested in making new ones. Besides having to deal with his own demons, juggling his princely fame has taken a lot out of him. It was nice in the beginning, in fact Virys used to love the attention he got at school in contrast to how hated he was at home. But the novelty has since worn off considerably. He's found it exhausting having to balance the four sides that make up his life. As if it's not hard enough being himself, having to also be the most hated, the most loved and the most unwanted all at once has taken a huge toll on him. And a large part of it all links back to his father being a king of rock. At school he is often put on a pedestal and fawned over. While at home he's only tolerated because of the cash flow his existence comes with. And then there are his scattered interactions with the media who love to compare him to his father and turn his mistakes into headlines. Luckily it doesn't happen too often, living in Berkeley has removed much of the pressure that comes with being born into music royalty. But he's seen the articles written about him. The posts on social media. Everything just further confirms that he wants nothing to do with people, and if he can't change their wrong opinions of him then he'll just give them what they want - he'll be the black sheep they say he is: the child born with horns. ; ( FACT O18 ) It's not uncommon for Virys to go off on his own in attempt to get away from all the chaos that is his life. You'll usually find him high. Not just on weed, but literally as high up as he can get. His favorite spots to be alone are on rooftops, climbing the campanile, or to sit in his car along Grizzly Peak. There's something calming and cathartic about being able to see such a large scope of the world - to escape from whatever claustrophobic bubble he's been forced into and escape from all the rules, expectations and oppression that come with his life. ; ( FACT O19 ) And in case you were wondering, yes, the Malfoy blonde hair is all natural. Thank you pure Valyrian bloodlines. He rarely cuts it, preferring it shaggy and borderline touching his shoulders. And so the times he has been convinced to trim it were either by force when he was younger or during a mental breakdown. He has been convinced to trim it on occasion after it reaches his shoulders, most commonly at the hands of his older sister, but Virys otherwise leaves it messy, blonde and long.

Character Creation Galactic Incorporation HQ HQ Medical Science Lab GI Dorms Dorm Rooms Floor 1 F = Female FH = Female Hermaphrodite Head of Dorm Rooms Floor 1: Doctor Gardener Name + GBG Family Name - Agent Name - Age - Gender Name + GWG Family Name - Class - Agent Name - Age - Gender 1. Kiki Biohazard - GBG Vermin - 15 - FH / Five T-Doll - Sniper Rifle - GWG T-5000 - 15 - FH / ??? 3. Kyra Companion - GBG Ruin & Overdrive - 20 - FH / ??? / ??? 4. Papa Tank - Heavy Tank - GWG King Tiger - 25 - FH / ??? / ??? 5. Iris Mutation - GBG Evolution - 15 - FH / Tomi Princess - GBG Succubus - 25 - F / Mama T-Doll - Sub-Machine Gun - GWG TMP - 17 - FH Testing/Training Room Cafeteria Head Chef: Lily Minara Galactic Family Information GBG Family Biohazard Family Kiki Biohazard Name: Kiki Biohazard GBG Name: Vermin Age: 15 Gender: Female Hermaphrodite Power/Ability: Disease Immunity - She is Immune to all Diseases. Weapons: Disease Sword, Disease Grenade Launcher, Disease Spiked Tail, & Disease Wasps ??? Name: ??? GBG Name: ??? Age: ??? Gender: ??? Power/Ability: ??? Weapons: ??? Companion Family Kyra Companion Name: Kyra Companion GBG Name: Ruin & Overdrive Age: 20 Gender: Female Hermaphrodite Power/Ability: Emotional Musical Support - Allows her to support others through musical tones based on her emotions. Weapons: Speakers & Robotic Cat Companion ??? Name: ??? GBG Name: ??? Age: ??? Gender: Female Hermaphrodite Power/Ability: Stage Evolution - Allows her to evolve and de-evolve between different stages of her life from Teenager to adult. Weapons: Stage 1(Teen(15-17)): Three small white orb monster companions, one large white orb monster companion attached to the back with multiple guns, and a protective X Shield. Stage 2(Adult Teen(18-19)): Three small white orb monster companions, one large white and black monster companion with multiple guns. Stage 3(Young Adult(20-22)): One large black Monster companion with seven guns, two mortar cannons, and two laser cannons. Stage 4(Adult(23-25)): One large black and red Monster companion with six guns, two mortar cannons, and four laser cannons. ??? Name: Iris Mutation GBG Name: Evolution Age: 15 Gender: Female Hermaphrodite Power/Ability: Stage Evolution - Allows her to evolve and de-evolve between different stages of her life from Teenager to adult. Weapons: Three small white orb monster companions, one large white orb monster companion attached to the back with multiple guns, and a protective X Shield. Princess Family Tomi Princess Name: Tomi Princess GBG Name: Succubus Age: 25 Gender: Female Power/Ability: Life Energy Drain - She is able to drain the life energy of any living being either through sexual and oral actions. Weapons: Four Throwing Daggers, Claws, and Fangs. ??? Name: ??? GBG Name: ??? Age: ??? Gender: ??? Power/Ability: ??? Weapons: ??? GWG Family T-Doll Family Mama T-Doll Name: Mama T-Doll Class: Sub-Machine Gun GWG Name: TMP Age: 17 Gender: Female Hermaphrodite Power/Ability: Electric Control - Allows her to control all forms of Electricity. Weapons: TMP Sub-Machine Gun Five T-Doll Name: Five T-Doll Class: Sniper Rifle GWG Name: T-5000 Age: 15 Gender: Female Hermaphrodite Power/Ability: Fire Control - Allows her to control all forms of Fire. Weapons: T-5000 Sniper Rifle ??? Name: Class: GWG Name: Age: Gender: Power/Ability: Weapons: ??? Tank Family Papa Tank Name: Papa Tank Class: Heavy Tank GWG Name: King Tiger Age: 25 Gender: Female Hermaphrodite Power/Ability: Vehicle Assimilation - Allows her to fuse with her assigned Vehicle. Weapons: A long-barreled 88-mm KwK 43 gun, A 7.92-mm Machine Gun 34, and an Armored Tank Shield ??? One week Earlier In the lobby, Kyra was filling out paperwork in the room when she noticed that the forms for volunteers and those able to fill them out were asking some personal questions about them. Of course this was part of the procedure to apply for the job or cure those with diseases or illnesses they had. If they were in critical condition and couldn't write for themselves, then a parent or guardian would sign the papers for them to the best of their knowledge. Though as strange as the questions were, some were professional while others asked in a more detailed and personal level, asking what they did during their life, what hobbies they had, what sort of secrets they hid from others, and many other types of personal questions. After filling out her paperwork, Kyra got up and walked over to the desk handing the paper back to the receptionist who told her to go ahead and have a seat and that they would call for her when it was her time. Upon returning to her seat, she noticed a girl being wheeled into the building on a stretcher as she seemed like she was in critical condition and very weak. The mother of the girl followed them as far as she could before the doctor at the door asked the mother what the girl's name was. Kyra heard the mother say "Kiki," then handed the mother the same kind of paper for her to fill out. Kyra sat down and waited for her turn, which came soon after. A doctor called Kyra over, and she stood up and headed to the doctor who led her into the back. The doctor told her to lie down on the stretcher and to relax. As Kyra did as the doctor asked, the doctor placed a mask over her mouth and told her that she would need to be knocked out to perform the surgery. Gas was released into the mask, causing her to pass out, but before she could, she glanced over and noticed another girl nearby who was already knocked and awaiting her time for treatment. In the back of the building within the Artificial Genetic Labs doctors were looking over several types of Artificial Humans who were in tubes filled with liquid as they were asleep, upon check ups the names Mama, Papa, and Five could be seen as they were being developed and were almost done. Checking the data they would notice that the three in the tubes would be ready for release in about a week, as they continue to monitor the girls as they develop. One Week Later Kiki Biohazard's & Five T-Doll's Room Kiki soon woke up as she glanced around the room she was in. She sat up and noticed her body was different: Mechanical parts replaced her legs, which had gyroid gravity lifts within them; she wore a green outfit that covered most of her front but little of her sides and back, with arm sleeves separated from the rest of it; on her back were two large tubs filled with strange liquid, connected by a tube floating above her head, and two antenna-like tubes coming out of it; and wings and a tail with glowing spikes on it matched the color of the liquid running through each of them. As she was about to stand up, Kiki noticed a letter on the bedside table next to her. She picked it up and read: 'Dear Kiki, Welcome to the Galactic Incorporation, your surgery was successful and your illness has been cured, your parents brought you here to cure you as an emergency. Upon their request for you to be cured, you will now be working for us as is apart of our policy in order to cure those that cannot be cured by normal hospitals. In doing this we had to alter your body in order to cure your illness, modifying parts of your body, you may have noticed there are two large tubes on your back filled with liquid, be sure not to damage those tubes as those are now your life support, the liquid in them in a sense is now your blood supply as your entire blood system has been replaced with this liquid, if and when the liquid starts to get low, you will need to head to the Labs to refill the tubes. In order for you to recover after your surgery, we had you rest in your new room for a week, so that you would be fully recovered and ready for your training, when your training begins you will be taught how to use your powers and abilities if you have any, how to use your weapons if you have any, and test your movements in several different fields and situations. Before you begin your training, we thought it would be best for you to know that your last name is no longer Asuna, since you now work for us, your last name as been replaced with your new Family Name: Biohazard, this Family name will represent the type of family you fall under within Galactic Incorporation. When introduced, please refer to yourself as Kiki Biohazard, and you also have an Agent name as well, when called you will either be called by your name or your agent name, your agent name is: Agent Vermin. Once again welcome to Galactic Incorporation, your Faction is the Galactic Battle Girls which is what you will be referred to when on the field. Your training will begin shortly once we have everything sorted and ready for your training and tests, any weapons you have will be waiting for you in the training room, until you are use to your new weapons, you will have to leave them in the training room. One last thing, you will be roomed with an Artificial Human named Five T-Doll from the Galactic War Girls Faction. From now on she will be your roommate, so please try to get along with her, if either of you have troubles or have a problem with each other and want a room change, you will need to report it at the Head Office, but no guarantee that they will allow you to change rooms, so be aware of that.' Kiki then puts the paper down as she glances around once more as she notices the girl who was in the bed next to her as she blinks a bit and then stands up to try and see if she could get use to her new legs and possibly make it over to the mirror to see what she looks like. As soon as she stood up her gravity legs kicked on, which caused her to stumble and wobble around a bit as she waved her arms around in order to catch her balance as she says, "That was close... It's going to take a bit to get use to these new legs..." She stares at her legs as she notices the points were floating about an inch off the ground as she says, "Are these gravity legs? No wonder I lost my balance... They must have kicked on when I went to stand up, and must be a way to help keep my balance and stabilize me as I move around, but it will be difficult to get use to..." She then looks towards the mirror and then towards the ground as she pushes her leg towards the ground and pushes off the ground to move herself forward as she floats and flies a little, or more like glides across the ground as she struggles to keep her balance and seems to glide across the room almost like some kind of cartoon scene. Eventually she makes her way to the Mirror as she finally gets to see what she looks like as she looks herself over and notices her hair had changed color from a blonde color to a dark green color and wonders if her surgery and body alteration had anything to do with it. She then notices the tubes on her back with the liquid and then wonders if the liquid was the cause as she looks herself over once more she smiles a little and says, "I don't look half bad." Once Five woke up, she would find a similar letter next to her, but a little different than Kiki's as it would read, 'Dear Five, Welcome to the Galactic Incorporation, your incubation was successful and in order for you to recover after your incubation, we had you rest in your new room for a week, so that you would be fully recovered and ready for your training. When your training begins, you will be taught how to use your powers and abilities if you have any, how to use your weapons if you have any, and test your movements in several different fields and situations. Before you begin your training, we thought it would be best for you to know that your Family Name is T-Doll, this Family name will represent the type of family you fall under within Galactic Incorporation. When introduced, please refer to yourself as Five T-Doll, and you also have an Agent name as well, when called you will either be called by your name or your agent name, your agent name is: Agent T-5000 and your Class is Sniper Rifle this represents the Type of Artificial Human you are within your Faction. Once again welcome to your home Galactic Incorporation, your Faction is the Galactic War Girls which is what you will be referred to when on the field. Your training will begin shortly once we have everything sorted and ready for your training and tests, any weapons you have will be waiting for you in the training room, until you are use to your new weapons, you will have to leave them in the training room. One last thing, you will be roomed with a Cyborg named Kiki Biohazard from the Galactic Battle Girls Faction. From now on she will be your roommate, so please try to get along with her, if either of you have troubles or have a problem with each other and want a room change, you will need to report it at the Head Office, but no guarantee that they will allow you to change rooms, so be aware of that.' Kyra Companion's Room Kyra woke up with a stretch and a long yawn as she glances around and notices she was wearing an interesting black, white, blue stripped dress with what looks like speakers attached to it, she then noticed she had four amp jack wires floating around her as the blue ones were attached to the back of her head, while the pink ones were attached to her back. She then stood up and walked over to the mirror and noticed her new appearance as she smiles and says, "I look adorable!" She then notices the headphones with a mic that seemed to be attached to her head along with the mechanical cat ears which were now her new ears. She then notices an amp attached to her back, and that she had tan skin, golden eyes, and Strawberry Blonde long hair. From the mirror she then notices a letter on the table next to her bed as she walks over to it and reads it as it welcomes her and tells her that her surgery was successful and that she didn't need much of a change, and only had a few things attached to her, while also turning her into a form of amp and speaker system, along with her new last name being Companion, her Agent Name being Ruin, along with her being apart of the Galactic Battle Girls Faction, and at the moment she doesn't have a roommate. Papa Tank's Room Papa soon woke up as she glances around the room and notices she was the only one in the room. As she notices a paper next to her, it reads, 'Dear Papa, Welcome to the Galactic Incorporation, your incubation was successful and in order for you to recover after your incubation, we had you rest in your new room for a week, so that you would be fully recovered and ready for your training. When your training begins, you will be taught how to use your powers and abilities if you have any, how to use your weapons if you have any, and test your movements in several different fields and situations. Before you begin your training, we thought it would be best for you to know that your Family Name is Tank, this Family name will represent the type of family you fall under within Galactic Incorporation. When introduced, please refer to yourself as Papa Tank, and you also have an Agent name as well, when called you will either be called by your name or your agent name. Your agent name is: Agent King Tiger, and your Class is Heavy Tank, this represents the type of Artificial Human you are within the Faction. Once again welcome to your home Galactic Incorporation, your Faction is the Galactic War Girls which is what you will be referred to when on the field. Your training will begin shortly once we have everything sorted and ready for your training and tests, any weapons you have will be waiting for you in the training room, until you are use to your new weapons. One last thing, you may have noticed you are the only one in the room, normally we will room you with one or two other girls, but at the moment we don't have anyone to room with you, so you will be living on your own until we find someone suited to be roomed with you. When you do receive a new roommate, if either of you have troubles or have a problem with each other and want a room change, you will need to report it at the Head Office, but no guarantee that they will allow you to change rooms, so be aware of that.' Papa then gets up as she quickly runs over towards the mirror and smiles brightly as she looks at the person on the other side of the mirror and immediately notices that person was her. She smiled, noticing she practically looked like a normal human, with tan skin, red eyes, floor-length pinkish white colored hair, and had a military-like blue hat, blue and brown military uniform, short brown shorts, and knee-high blue, brown, and red colored boots on. She then glances over towards the empty bed, remembering she doesn't have a roommate yet. Papa then decides to explore her room and notices the door, but once she walked up to the door, she would notice that it had no handles or anything to open the door manually, which meant it was an automatic door, but it didn't seem to open up, which meant they were not allowed to leave the room until a higher-up came to get them, as a precaution to keep them from wandering around the building without someone to guide them around on their first day. Iris Mutation's, Tomi Princess's, and Mama T-Doll's Room. Iris quickly sits up when she woke up, glancing around to see that she was not in the same place she had been before she was knocked out by the gas. Then she glances around the room once more, noticing the paper in her hand. She reads it, realizing her last name has changed to Mutation, her Agent name is Evolution, and she's known as a Galactic Battle Girl, along with her new roommates names being Tomi Princess, another Galactic Battle Girl, and an Artificial Human named Mama T-Doll. After reading it, she stares at it for a few moments before shoving it into her mouth and eating it. While eating the paper, she realizes she has pretty sharp teeth. She then looks over towards the two girls in the bed next to her, almost like she was contemplating whether or not she should bite them. After a few moments of awkward staring, she looks away and gets off the bed, walking over to the mirror. Iris is about the size of a teenager, maybe a little shorter. She throws her hands up in excitement as she says in an almost wild child-like voice, "I look adorable!" She takes a bite out of the mirror, shattering the part that she bites and ripping a piece off as she chews on it. The sound of broken glass and wood being chewed on can be heard throughout the room. Mama soon woke up as she glances around the room and notices a girl in the bed next to her as she notices a paper next to her and hears an odd sound in the room of something being chewed on, but decides to read the letter first. 'Dear Mama,' it begins, 'Welcome to the Galactic Incorporation. Your incubation was successful, and in order for you to recover after your incubation, we had you rest in your new room for a week. So that you would be fully recovered and ready for your training. When your training begins, you will be taught how to use your powers and abilities if you have any, how to use your weapons if you have any, and test your movements in several different fields and situations. Before you begin your training, we thought it would be best for you to know that your Family Name is T-Doll. This family name will represent the type of family you fall under within Galactic Incorporation. When introduced, please refer to yourself as Mama T-Doll, and you also have an Agent name as well. When called, you will either be called by your name or your agent name. Your agent name is: Agent TMP, and your Class is Sub-Machine Gun. This represents the type of Artificial Human you are within the Faction. Once again welcome to your home Galactic Incorporation. Your Faction is the Galactic War Girls which is what you will be referred to when on the field. Your training will begin shortly once we have everything sorted and ready for your training and tests. Any weapons you have will be waiting for you in the training room until you are use to your new weapons. One last thing, you will be roomed with an Altered Human named Tomi Princess from the Galactic Battle Girls Faction and a Mutated Human known as Iris Mutation also from the Galactic Battle Girls. From now on they will be your roommate, so please try to get along with them. If either of you have troubles or have a problem with each other and want a room change, you will need to report it at the Head Office, but no guarantee that they will allow you to change rooms, so be aware of that.' Mama puts down the paper as she stands up and walks over to the mirror. She notices a short teenage girl chewing on part of the mirror, surprised by the sight. She looks herself over in the now broken mirror. As she sees herself for the first time, though through a broken mirror, she tilts her head and looks at herself a little closer. She blinks a few times, realizing the person she was seeing in the mirror was herself. She smiles and looks herself over a bit more, doing some poses. The girl chewing on the broken mirror pieces then asks in a monster-like voice, "Why are you making those weird motions?" She could see that she had mechanical cat ears, a cat tail, long blonde hair, green eyes, tan skin, and a black and green colored outfit on her as well. Mama glances down towards the girl who is eating mirror pieces and gives a small frown like smile. She thinks for a moment, analyzing Iris's dialect and the language she is speaking. She says, "I was checking myself out." Iris tilts her head and swallows the broken glass. She says, "Why would you check yourself out?" Mama thinks for a moment, trying to understand why Iris would ask such a question. She then says, "Because this is my first time seeing what I look like." She walks over to the bed and looks the girl over, noticing she has beautiful long red hair, blue eyes, tan skin, black under shirt, white over shirt, very short white shorts, black and red socks, and black boots. Mama is rather close, if Tomi were to wake up she would notice that Mama is practically in her personal space. Once Tomi had woken up and read the letter next to her on the table, she would have a similar letter as the other Galactic Battle Girls but with variations depending on whether she was signed up as a volunteer or through medical treatment and that her surgery was successful. Her Last name would now be Princess, her Agent name would be Succubus, and she was part of the Galactic Battle Girls, along with her roommates being Iris Mutation and Mama T-Doll. 'Dear Tomi, Welcome to the Galactic Incorporation, your surgery was successful and your life has been saved, your wife brought you here to save your life as an emergency, normally we don't take males in, but she was very desperate and the Head Doctor accepted it. Upon their request for you to be saved, you will now be working for us as is apart of our policy in order to save those that cannot be saved by normal hospitals. In doing this we had to alter your body in order to save your life, modifying parts of your body, you may have noticed there are two large wings on your back these were added to accommodate the new DNA you have within your body, and because of your new DNA and the request of your wife, your gender has been altered from male to female. In order for you to recover after your surgery, we had you rest in your new room for a week, so that you would be fully recovered and ready for your training, when your training begins you will be taught how to use your powers and abilities if you have any, how to use your weapons if you have any, and test your movements in several different fields and situations. Before you begin your training, we thought it would be best for you to know that your last name is no longer Smith, since you now work for us, your last name as been replaced with your new Family Name: Princess, this Family name will represent the type of family you fall under within Galactic Incorporation. When introduced, please refer to yourself as Tomi Princess, and you also have an Agent name as well, when called you will either be called by your name or your agent name, your agent name is: Agent Succubus. Once again welcome to Galactic Incorporation, your Faction is the Galactic Battle Girls which is what you will be referred to when on the field. Your training will begin shortly once we have everything sorted and ready for your training and tests, any weapons you have will be waiting for you in the training room, until you are use to your new weapons, you will have to leave them in the training room. One last thing, you will be roomed with an Artificial Human named Mama T-Doll from the Galactic War Girls Faction and Iris Mutation from the Galactic Battle Girls Faction. From now on they will be your roommate, so please try to get along with them, if either of you have troubles or have a problem with each other and want a room change, you will need to report it at the Head Office, but no guarantee that they will allow you to change rooms, so be aware of that.'

Before The statuesque blonde smiling evilly while she filled out the questionnaire with perfectly drawn flowing printed handwriting was lying creatively. She was not filling it out for herself, after all, but for her ex, who broke up with her instead of the diamond ring she very well deserved! Melinda was still Thomas' medical proxy, with his parents living far - and unavailable, as they were on their way flying back to their farm. She was in a hurry, after all it wouldn't be right to wait for the second doctor's differential diagnosis. She had successfully asked the first one for the medical coma, after all. Better get this on and over with, and she would be able to still parade around as his spouse. She even bought herself the diamond ring after she sold all of his collection - making photos of them for this request for conversion, of course. She knew the laws and bureaucracy enough to put Thomas at disadvantage and on the defensive for when he would wake up. With the slight change in the name, the inevitable sex change, and the bad address, the only relative they would be able to find within short notice would be her, and she was ready to play the supportive almost wife. As for Thomas, the name Tomi went on the form, with a heart instead of the dot on the i - leading to an official change of name, and with the laws against discrimination, no one would dead-name him, not on any official document at least. Tomi hopefully wouldn't even recognise herself in the mirror when she woke up, and of course Melinda would get the death certificate of Thomas out from the first doctor later... There were some deeply personal questions next to the ones usually found on job applications. Melinda made sure to write in the things she had documents to, and freely lie in the ones she could get away with later not knowing right. Of course Tomi would have no problems with promiscuity... Of course she was bisexual, and no, there was absolutely nothing she would say no to... Previous job experiences? Melinda made sure to write in the summer job he told her about as a dancer - waltzing with the senior citizens did not have to get on the paper. Tomi also had worked as a security officer - that it was only as a mall cop and for a week was not necessary to put on the paper. Melinda checked it out again, carefully making sure that she did fill in everything, and there was no other lines she could hint about how big of a slut Tomi really was. She knew enough about psychology - she did went to learn what they tried to 'help' her with after all - to drop hints at Tomi being a shy exhibitionist. She really wished there was a part where she could write in some requests or fantasies of Tomi's, or at least choose some dimensions for his new body. After The break of the mirror and then the crunching reached Tomi's hazy mind. It took some time to wake up - even before she was a morning person, and waking up in a new body came with tingling and parts asleep, new or missing that really made her mind dizzy. Of course that it was a new body and not the old one did not get recognised for a time. Tomi could not even recall clearly what happened after she told Melinda what her parents got her to realise - that they were not for each other, after all. Of course in her mind and memories she was still thinking that she was a man, but the Galactic Incorporation did a good job in helping her transition, and the subliminal hypnosis got her subconscious mind ready to accept the new body. And it was female, so it was obviously hers, and referred as such. She did not get any reinforcement about the sex change, but the female body and engrams in her mind was pushing out the not right sense of maleness. Struggling to wake up and move, which Tomi did not really want to, but there was an urge in her that she just had to look for and read the letter when she finally climbed out of unconsciousness. As she read the letter, various emotions warred within her. "My wife? What the fuck!?" She felt her hands trembling if her new body wasn't this advanced, so the most she felt was the continued tingling in her appendages from the stress arousal the letter caused. Even her 'wings' fluttered - and that was a sensation she was even more freaked out by. At the end, when the sounds of grating on the remains of the mirror ceased, all the others could hear from her was whimpering, and a slight whining. But when the other two said something, she looked up, taking in the two other figures. Tomi was just staring like a deer caught in the headlights at them. Galactic girls. Live. Here... in the same room... The adoration and worship - and obviously the crush on them - filled her mind and turned the stressful arousal into something else. Her body heated up, causing her to flush and blush and ... was it arousal she was feeling? "Mama? Iris?" Neither of them looked like the grandmother she had called Mama before... *** Five Sitting up fluidly and putting her legs on the floor as her hand moved towards the bedside table was almost automatic. She lifted it before her eyes, contemplating the archaic form of communication as it took ages reading it and putting the information to the right places, which elicited no reaction other than her head turning towards the other occupant of the room. "Kiki Biohazard, my roommate, welcome. I am pleased to meet you?" she was sure it was the right thing to say. The long haired redhead teen remained sitting there, dressed or naked as she was before, with her head slightly to one side, staring at the Cyborg. Her eyes were searching for weak points, but she found herself unable to focus on any of them. This was not her target, after all.

Disclaimer: Made by @MatchaMochi Disclaimer: Sensitive/dark/hardcore topics and kinks might be addressed within the story. Proceed at your own caution. It was difficult for him to believe all the drastic changes his life had undergone in the last few months. He had always known he wasn't an ordinary man, but Ichigo Kurosaki had never imagined the extent of his special abilities would reach such lengths. He still wondered, even now, how he had gotten stuck in such a huge mess. Well, actually, it was mess after mess in his life. To the point he missed the first days, those times when the highest threat he could find was an ordinary, simple creature shinigami usually called "hollow". He had never really wanted to know all that much about such beasts at firsts, considering all he needed to know was that he must defeat them at all costs. But, the more he learned about them, the more he started understanding about the fate of the poor, deceased victims, as well as of his own, whole world as well. He'd be willing to return to those simple times, if it wasn't for everything he had gained thanks to that. Especially something he now valued more than anything else in the world. How could he have been that oblivious to it, to begin with? Orihime Inoue, one of his classmates and a gentle and wonderful person who had been his friend for quite some time...it turned out her feelings towards him were far deeper than he'd ever imagined. He had felt like that towards her too. He always had, he only had never noticed it before. Every time he saw her smiling at him like that, every time he heard her kind words...he couldn't help but find himself thinking of such subtle moments whenever he had the time. To the point his feelings became so intense, he had ended up confessing...right after her. It came as quite a surprise someone like her, who was the total opposite of Ichigo's apparently rough demeanor, would feel attracted towards him. But, the moment he learned of that...he simply couldn't let her go anymore. They had been dating ever since then, although it wasn't as if it had been that long since they had confessed to each other. In a sense, it was the same as usual. Only now they were far more sincere about each other's feelings than ever before. As he thought of that, he knocked on the woman's door. Arriving right on time for the promised date, he simply waited for her to open the door for him. He wanted to move in with her too, but it was so soon, everything had moved so quickly, he hadn't even had the time to ask her that. That day though, he intended to do it. Be it to Orihime's own apartment where she still lived alone or anywhere else...he just wanted to spend more time with her. Which is why Ichigo had arranged that date in the first place. Both to see the gorgeous girl he couldn't help but keep missing whenever he wasn't with her and to make a move and get closer to the next step in their relationship. As long as Orihime agreed to it, of course. A similar story went for a certain captain and his lieutenant. The captain of the 10th Squad, the so-called prodigy Toshiro Hitsugaya, had also fallen into a sort of forbidden relationship with his right hand, Rangiku. He wasn't exactly sure whether to call it "forbidden" or not, but he doubted the higher-ups would exactly see such types of dynamics between colleagues with good eyes. Truth be told, it ended up being a distraction more often than not, even while they were on a mission. Still, he was reluctant to let go of her. After everything they had been through, he just felt that woman was the only person he could genuinely trust and lean on. It made him feel weird in a sense, especially whenever he found himself thinking about it (it wasn't as if he'd just state it out loud, of course). Still, he couldn't deny those feelings, no matter how hard he tried. At least that was what the captain in question was thinking after the mission his squad had just had. Things had gotten complicated at some point and both Rangiku and Hitsugaya himself had gotten separated. The two of them ended up fighting alongside, and entirely alone, towards an horde of beastly hollows. If it hadn't been for her, he doubted he'd be able to make it out safely. Despite his feelings, the white-haired male didn't say anything until the entire squad was back at headquarters. Then again, it wasn't as if he'd just admit such things out loud. He just dismissed the rest of the group as per usual and let out a deep sigh, eventually being left alone with the woman in question. Why did things always end up that way, anyways? "You should try to concentrate more on the mission and take things more seriously next time. I won't be able to do anything if I can't even count on my own lieutenant, after all." Uttering quite the opposite words from what he was truly thinking and how he truly felt, Hitsugaya simply let his sword rest against the wall and sat down on the floor. Feeling so tired he couldn't even think of doing anything that wasn't resting for a bit right there and then. He did know he had a report to make but, for once, it could wait a bit until he was fully recovered...right? Besides, both him, Rangiku and his entire squad had surely earned it.

Trying to decide what to wear on a date with the one she had loved for some time now, Orihime Inoue was going through the wardrobe in her room. To her, the fact that she and Ichigo were dating was a dream come true, and while happily humming she went through the events that lead to this in her head. At the beginning of the year, she was just a regular high-school girl, or so she thought, but after her brother came back as an hollow, she got mixed up in the world of Shinigami's, and obtained an ability called Shun Shun Rikka, which allowed her to fight alongside with Ichigo and her friends when they saved their friend Rukia from Soul Society. After they returned, she decided to muster her courage and confess her feelings to Ichigo, and to her surprise received a confession in turn. After confirming each others feelings, they decided to start dating. After a little while of pondering over what to wear, Orihime settles on a light-green tank top and a skirt of the same color, which was decorated with stripes and flowers. She manages to get her timing just right, because as soon as she had gotten her clothes on, she hears a knock on the door, and skips to open it with a bright smile on her face. "Hi there, Kurosaki-kun!" she cheerfully replies before placing her hands in front of her mouth. "I'm sorry... Hi there... Ichigo," she says meekly and blushing as she uses his first name. But to hide her embarrassment, she laughs out loud with her face all red. "Would you like to come in? I can make some tea before we have to go." She asks while giving way for Ichigo to come in if he decides to have some tea with her. She forgot to put all the clothes she tried back to her wardrobe, and after she moved out of the way, Ichigo could see half of Orihime's wardrobe scattered on the bed and floor. After the mission was over and Captain Hitsugaya had dismissed the rest of his men in 10th division faithful lieutenantRangiku Matsumotostayed next to the captain watching as the soldiers of the division disappeared into the distance, but soon Hitsugaya's words bring her attention back to him."Sorry to say this Captain, but I think that the one who had concentration-problems this time around was you," she replies back while bringing her hands behind her head and smiling a smug smile at her captain and lover. Following HItsugaya's example she puts her sword to rest against the wall and sits down. She tries to cool herself by fanning herself, and to get her body to cool she opens her already ample cleavage even more, and then proceeds to fan her breasts, which are glittering from all the sweatdrops. "Oh boy. That really took a toll on me. Can't wait to get to the barracks and just have a nice relaxing drink after this."she comments knowing full well that 'nice relaxing drink' results in coming to work with a hangover the following day. Rangiku absolutely loved teasing poor Hitsugaya in any way she could, especially after the two became couple. She never thought that the cool and collected Hitsugaya would be interested of her, especially since he treated her like a nuisance every time she tried to get close to him, but she definitely didn't mind that they were now officially together. After getting together Matsumoto's comments and sexual harassments only became more frequent, since she enjoyed seeing how he would react now that they were together. Suddenly the already fun teasing was twice as fun for her.

Time. Space. Reality. The unenlightened believe each of these to be separate and unchanging, a single linear path that all must follow. Those who walk in harmony with the Cosmic Force, however, see them for what they are - interchangeable aspects of the Living Force, a prism of endless possibility where a single choice can branch out into infinite destinies. The unenlightened will ask which of these destinies is true? Which will come to pass? But those who walk in harmony with the Cosmic Force will understand. All of them are true. All of them will come to pass. All are united, in the Cosmic Force. From The Book of the Whills Star Wars: Eclipse of the Black Sun Mustafar "You wanna get in on the pool?" Two men sat at a small table, idly watching a bank of monitors. The speaker, a tall, pale human in a grey jumpsuit, slouched in his chair with an air of boredom. His companion, a leathery Gungan, looked up from the blaster he was servicing. "What pool?" "How long it'll take the Jedi to escape and kill us all." The Gungan glanced at the lone figure on the monitor screens, then turned back to his weapon. "Miss Linora thinks we can hold him. How do we collect if we die?" A shrug. "Nah. It's the satisfaction of knowing you were right, really. You know, before you die." The Gungan snorted, then made a few adjustments with a wrench. "Right. And if he doesn't and none of us win?" "Then, in a month, we use the money to bring a few girls in and we have ourselves a party." The human chuckled. "That way, everyone wins." The Gungan chuckled as well. "Right. I'm in, then. Twenty-two days open?" "Ooh, optimistic!" the human laughed, checking his data slate. "And yeah, it is. I'll put you down." Suspended in his restraints, Quentin was sweating profusely. Not out of fear or discomfort, although the restraints certainly weren't comfortable, but because he had drawn on the Force to accelerate his metabolism. All of the various drugs he was purging had to go somewhere, after all, and not everything could be exhaled. Linora had clearly had a hand in designing this cell, because it was clearly designed to restrain a Jedi. Suspension restraints that held him spread-eagled and which injected a chemical cocktail to muddy his thinking. Randomly strobing lights to keep him disoriented. Oh, and the occasional electric shock, just to convulse his muscles and keep things interesting. Very clever work. He figured he'd be out in another half hour. But then, he wasn't the typical Jedi. Muscles still twitching from the latest shock, Quentin concentrated his perceptions on the restraint engulfing his right hand and wrist. Matter was nothing but fields of interlocking forces, after all. Once you had the knack, it was as easy to look within an object as upon it. The Miraluka had mastered this secret tens of thousands of years ago, and had taught it to the Jedi. Slowly, he began to understand the structure of the restraint. Then he heard the door open. Waves of fear washed across his skin, followed by two familiar presences. One like dark flame, burning by freezing. The other seething rage, armoring a core of despair. With a sigh he opened his eyes, taking in the forms of Linora and Kaydia. Both were guarding their thoughts, but it was clear from their body language that this wasn't a rescue. He composed his thoughts, submerging his distress at seeing the woman he loved standing with the woman who he had loved. "I hope you'll forgive my poor manners," he said, forcing a wry smile. "I pride myself on my manners, but... well, I'm a little tied up right now.

Quentin deserves this. Kaydia had to repeat the mantra to herself, again and again, hardening herself against the love that lingered in her heart. Instead, she rubbed her wrists, wrists that still chaffed from her ordeals with the pirates who had had Rage flared in Kaydia, making it easier to ignore Quentin's distress. He let them hurt me. He deserves this. Linora, on the other hand, smirked. "I would have considered rude if you weren't tied up right now." With a faint clink, she opened a locked cabinet on the far side of the cell. A plethora of implements awaited within, tools of torture as well as drugs and even first aid. After all, torment was far more effective so long as your target didn't bleed out or die of an infection. Linora selected a needle and a small milky vial that needed no label. "Not Inertia," Kaydia protested, despite the way her body craved another hit. "It's not going to work on him." Linora put the needle down, "What are you thinking, then?" "That you catch more flies with honey," Kaydia dipped one finger into the jar, creating sticky currents. Maintaining eye contact with Linora, she sucked her finger clean, and pulled the brunette into a hungry kiss. Lips and tongues met and dueled, fighting for every last drop in each other's mouths. Kaydia tightened her fist in Linora's hair, bending her back so Kaydia could feast on her throat and chest. After the lavender sweetness of the honey, the salty sweat of her skin was divine. Linora moaned, and met Quentin's eyes. "You want to join us, don't you Quentin?" Kaydia opened her blouse to the waist, cupping her perky, soft breasts. Her own harden in turned, empathic feedback reflecting Linora's sensations back to her. "You could join us. It would be so easy." Kaydia bit Linora there, leaving a red mark on her fair skin. She didn't want Quentin to come along easy. It wasn't easy for her, after all. Why should he get off without any struggle? "He's not going to," she rasped, collecting another dollop of honey. "He's far too good of Jedi for all that." Smearing amber fluid over her lips, she met his eyes for the first time since entering his cell. He never loved you, he only pretended. He would have protected you, if he truly loved you. Kaydia silenced his protests with her lips, forcing her sweetened tongue into his mouth. Her nails dug into his shoulders as the kiss deepened, hating how much she loved this. How much she still loved him, even after everything. He was supposed to be her way out, her happily ever after. Now? He was just another man who'd used her. Who abandoned her after she was no longer useful. She would still be there now, if it wasn't for Linora. Fuck that, and fuck him. He'd know what he'd abandoned her to, once they were done. He'd know.

Hakuryuu flapped his wings in a pace around the bedroom. He squeaked out displeased snorts and kicked his legs out in frustration. He'd been left behind again. He carried Hakkai and three ungrateful jerks across deserts and forests, through blizzards and typhoons, he even drove them into battle, and yet he was always left behind. Hakuryuu hovered in place and flailed his wings in a small hissy fit before lowering down onto the bed with a huff."Master Hakkai was right," he chirped to himself. "I know I'm tired from the trip, and that he needs Hakuryuu at full strength when we leave in the morning." A heavy huff displaced the sheets on the bed. "But it would be nice if he took Hakuryuu with him more." The small dragon was fiercely loyal to Hakkai, and the rest of the party by proxy, and was always pinning for his affections. Truth be, Hakuryuu was rarely left to rest in the room alone. Hakkai only insisted because the trip to the village they were in had been long and dangerous. His wings ached and his body demanded rest, but he didn't want to rest. Not without his master to curl up beside. The dragon crawled over to the side of the bed and hung his head off of the edge to pout."Why does Master not want to stay with Hakuryuu?" He whined. He had an answer to that. It was because Hakkai was starting to like someone else even more: Gojyo. The two spent an awful lot of time together, more so than the rest of the party. Hakuryuu had even been handed off to Goku to sleep so that the two of them could be alone. For obvious reasons. Maybe that was it. He couldn't offer his master what Gojyo could. His form was too small, and the species difference was too far. He threw his wings in another childish fit, and it sent him tumbling to the ground. He hit with an 'Erruf!' and rolled across the tatami before crashing into something. He shook his head to clear his swirling eyes, then looked up at the backpack he'd smacked into. It was Gojyo's, and there was something poking out of one of the zippers. Curiously, Hakuryuu sat up and took the magazine into his jaws to pull it free. It wasn't stealing. The kappa left it inhis room after all. His room was his room. He flopped the magazine on the floor and flipped it open with a foot. His head tilted, and his long neck arched back as he looked at the various pictures of naked women. The dragon turned each page with his mouth to look at each woman carefully. "Is this what Master likes?" Crimson eyes narrowed and a thoughtful noise left his nose as he looked over one picture in particular. A demon woman with long white hair, a round face, dainty limbs, and what he assumed to be an attractive form to human men. An idea formed and Hakuryuu released a pleased trill at his brilliant idea. Picking up his new reference material, the little dragon flew it over to the full standing mirror to lean it against the reflective surface. He fluttered back slightly and scrutinized the picture one more time before closing his eyes, breathing slowly, and focusing. With a quiet 'Puff' a billow of smoke surrounded Hakuryuu. His body changed quickly and painlessly. He felt his new face; Soft and rounded. He touched the back of his head with his newly acquired fingers, and ran them through his long white hair. He ran his palms over his legs and arms; lanky, dainty. Joy rolled through him, and he turned to the mirror to gaze upon his master piece.... Only to find disappointment. Where there should have been a busty chest, there were two flabby things hanging on his chest. None of the pictures had a very good view of the genitalia, so he was left without reference, and kept the nearly invisible slit that his erection would poke free of. The dragon puffed."No good... No good at all. What went wrong?

It had been a long day of shopping. The cooking would need to be done soon since this place didn't serve meals, and there would certainly be cleaning needed after. With a heavy sigh, a smile crossed Hakkai's face, a warm chuckle rolling past his lips. Surely those three would die without him along for the ride. The ingredients for the hotpot were dangling from his arms in plastic bags, a small box perched carefully between both palms. With a polite knock that was never needed but always supplied regardless, his presence was announced. "Hakuryuu," he called out merrily. "I'm back." As he opened the door, he added, "I got you something--" He was forced to pause as he marched his way in on the scene before him, eyes wide and blinking out their confusion and disbelief. "Hello?" For the briefest of moments, he thought he'd walked into the wrong room, but a long enough glance had him realizing what was happening even before his little friend could offer anything up. For the most part, the proportions of the humanoid body had turned out well. At least in accordance with the picture in the book leaning against the mirror. From the small feet and lanky yet pert legs and thighs, right up to the perfectly apple-shaped ass. He had to admit, Hakuryuu had chosen the correct model for his own tastes. The looks didn't end there, nor did they end at the beautifully rounded face that framed those gigantic red eyes of his just right. It was really just too bad that he lacked any genitalia, and that he'd added those poor, masticated breasts. His palm left the present in order to ball into a fist that was pulled up to his face quickly, the thumb pressed against his lips in an attempt to hide the smile and stop the laugh that wanted to bubble forth from his chest. "Oh my... Hakuryuu..." His head tilted slightly as he managed to mold his face into its normal state of calm once he'd taken his eyes off the poor-not-poor choice of model sitting on the ground. He knew the dragon was male, but... Well it wasn't as if he could argue with his own eyes. He couldn't help but tease gently. "Are you... A woman?