Thread: The Archaeologist, The Succubus, and The Gun  (LeftShield x Umbrale)

A soft giggle had escaped from her lips, at his proclamation of her realism. You're damn right I'm real. What, you think these looks are artificial? , she joked, wiggling her chest at him in a sultry manner. He'd better get used to that, real quick. She was a sex demon, after all. She played it off pretty nicely, but when he had strayed to the boundary of the bond with the gun she had tensed up. Her eyes had widened to a state of fear, and almost depression-like air began to radiate off from her. When he had turned back around, a soft sigh of relief escaped from her, and she had bit down on her lip to bring her mind back to reality. Thus, she had turned to him, and cracked a small smile. So suddenly after, however, he had grabbed the gun and headed out. A huff of exasperation had filled the air, as she dissipated into the air. Not even a blowjob first? Or a handie? Sheesh. Buzz-kill. Her snobby joke echoed in his mind, this time, as she reappeared net to him. Now it was apparent that bat-like wings adorned her back, just above the flitting tail. However, as soon as he left the building, she evaporated again. This time, her voice filled his mind, like telepathy. Stop talking aloud. People'll think you're a loon. , she told him, with an indignant air, before continuing. Just think it, and I'll get it. Yes, that includes images. Yes, that includes the image of me sucking you off. Yes, you should tuck into that alley so I can. An endless repertoire of sex jokes, it seemed, was one of her grand skills. Yet, more pressing, was what he had noticed, as he left the building. Random people on the street, even some that he noticed regularly... weren't normal people. They were vaguely familiar, but looked like things out of a fantasy book.The late-night newspaper stand attender, whom always waved so cheerfully at him... her skin was a dark green. Small, tusk-like appendages protruded from just under black lips and she was built like an ox. An orc? Was he going crazy after all. Yet, as he looked around, he would notice all the differences beings of all origins had filtered into the normal-looking people of the streets. Much less in quantity than normal humans, but they were there elves, dwarves, even a minotaur hunched in an alleyway across the street.That old, elderly man, that begged with but a tin cup day-in, day-out... Cold, golden eyes met Ty's, as a billow of heated air left it's mighty maw. As a child that thrived on legends and fiction, Ty would have no doubt as to most of these creatures yet, how could they exist? And how did the humans about them seem to not notice? How could he have even noticed. In return of his question, however, she was prompt to answer, I'm a succubus, as I answered earlier. More importantly, I'm a lazy succubus, that doesn't feel like walking alongside you. Not that these mortals will notice me. The Haze takes care of us mythical beings. I'd appear as a normal woman to them. A silence hung in Ty's mind for a moment, before she added, I had a name once, but that was so long ago, that I don't feel it fits me. Until the time that I form a new one, I think you should give me a name. I essence was sealed in that gun, because of... stuff. , she explained, rather vaguely, a soft giggle filling the space in his mind. ... But, having tried to kill yourself, you've made a technical contract with me, on the pledge of death. Thusly, I'm your servant, or unwilling slave. Up until you die. Or find my body. Whichever comes first. She was almost non-chalant about his death, as if it wouldn't concern her in the slightest.