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Thread: Breaking In (SpecialKay and Hikaru Sakato)

No Sirri! No! Shouted one of her friends who grabbed and tugged as Sirri tried to get up. It's okay Bailey... Sirri reassured her friend. She got off of the ground and went toward the robber, not really sure what to do or where he wanted her to go. But then Sirri saw the gun and shivered. It was loaded, she always had to assume. So as long as she listened, Sirri and her friends would be able to go home. After saying a silent prayer to God, the beautiful girl stopped in front of the man. Y-yes? What do you need? I'll do whatever you want, just don't hurt anybody... Sirri stammered in fear. Before going into the blasted teller door herself.
Thread: Breaking In (SpecialKay and Hikaru Sakato)

Julian's eyes dropped onto the girl as she lifted herself from the floor. The tension in the room was incredibly thick, he could feel it himself. The group of people this girl seemed to be traveling with just seemed like a bunch of normal teenagers...possibly young adults. They would not be hurt...if they stayed calm and didn't try anything funny. His eyes then dropped onto th tellers who for once didn't press the button tossing the police into action. Thenma smile appeared on his face as he released a calm sigh of relief. She knew how to listen...that was good. The tellers have bags over there. Grab one, and open all the desks to take the money out of their drawers.Julian peered at her through the cut out parts of his mask, his shades the only thing covering his dark brown eyes. Flip through the cash for dye packs. If a single bundle has it.... Julian paused as he pointed a gun to the roof and fired a single bullet. I'll kill everyone.
Thread: Breeding Stocks and Bonds [Oppai87 X Kadavro]

These can easily clear any amount of trees without using an axe or saw... A group of Minotaurs were guarding a goblin as he showed the latest and greatest of the Steamwheedle Cartel's black powder weapons. No time was better for selling weapons than during a battle. How are we to train men for these now? An orc in an imposing chair looked down at the goblin trying to sell off his weapons. It seemed far too far from the mines for them to have come, though they DID seem to smuggle quite a bit. Drugs, smokes, drinks, prisoners, loot... How are we to pay for this right now? The goblin wasn't going to let something like that get in the way of a sale. Officer Qrushal, if your men bring out what they have looted or found along the way we may be able to get enough to have several of the new tool delivered. Qrushal snorted, looking down at the goblin. Sitting, the orc was four and a half feet tall. When standing... Quite a few more feet would be added. And the pay for the prisoners? The goblin shrugged, looking nonchalant. Injured, zealous, male... Not of the best stock. If you can get those who could fetch a nice ransom then we can talk about the big money. Or if they happen to have a decent amount of magic in their blood. Or could be rented by the hour. That part was unsaid, but it didn't need to be. The night went quite, as a scout signalled with home loogies that they had company. A group away from the diversionary fire began to double around, encircling those who were attempting to sneak up on them. ON THE GROUND OF DIE! One roared as the orcs smashed at the intruders with axes and clubs.
Thread: Breeding Stocks and Bonds [Oppai87 X Kadavro]

Aime was dazed her squad had easily been dispatched with ease, barely able to put up much resistance, herself included. Aime had gotten her knives stuck in a wooden club of one of the Orcs before she was back handed to the forest floor, a heavy instrument hitting the back of her head and the world fading away. When she started to come around she felt like shed be run over by a troll, her head throbbing as she started to stir, the last thing she remembered was the large figure emerging from the darkness before her world went very black. The realization made her eyes shoot open only to close just as quickly when pain racked her head. Moving her body instead, she found her arms bound behind her back and she was on her knees. After a couple of seconds she slowly opened her eyes again, she was obliviously inside the enemy camp, but where was her squad, looking to her left she found the truth. What Aime saw had her trying to reel backwards, her eyes wide as possible, the sight of her comrades mutilated corpses splayed out only ten feet from her with a strange hooded figure standing over them, conjuring dark magic with his black staff. Aime was shaking as she tried to get to her feet, only to feel a large callous hand grip the back of her neck and hold her in place. Looking up Aimes eyes fell on the biggest, ugliest and meanest looking Orc she had ever seen. Fear evident in her eyes even as she tried to pushed her fear down to try an look like she wasnt intimidated, but it was obvious she was failing sorely. Aime however realized there was no escape, she was at the mercy of the despicable beast before her, but even worse she realized the state of her apparel she had been stripped of her leather boots, pants and armor, left clad in the flimsy brown cloth used to hold her breasts in place and her sheer black panties. Aime started to cry, she had heard stories of how the Hordes would rape the captured females before selling the poor broken girls to the goblin merchants for sex slavery. Aime started to plead for her life, Please dont sell me to the goblins, please I wont tell the alliance were you are if you release me she pleaded with the foul creature, hoping against all hope that he would release her, but there was no way the green monster was going to release the Night elf. Aime hang her head in shame of defeat, what was to become of her.
Thread: Breeding Stocks and Bonds [Oppai87 X Kadavro]

The attack was annoying. It didn't cause too much damage but a few stabs and slashs here and there was enough to get the mindset of taking prisoners to the side. The intruders all had their chests bashed in as they attempted to escape, some being dragged back as they crawled away for a stomp that broke ribs. Got something. An orc had found high quality blades in his club that pushed further and further into it as he had struck at enemies. Good trophies. While the other bodies where searched following a patrol to find any others, one of the bodies was found alive, apparently having only been smacked if the bit of her hair on an orc's gauntlet was any indication. Get them into the light. A hairy berserker like orc sat by the fire, having not bothered to get up during the attack, instead keeping his eyes peeled for anyone who tried sneaking further in. Then get them to the headtent. Can you heal them? Another orc watched as their shaman tried to heal the rather mutilated corpses. Doesn't look like we will be getting anything out of these. The shaman answered as he removed the black robe around him and leaning the staff against a tent. Not going to do that anymore, seems too dark. The bodies had been put in several rather amusing positions as they had attempted a bit of necromancy to get them up and working again. They could use every body they had, undead included. The clothes had been piled up to the side with their weapons, the orc ears from the alliance men's necklaces being set aside for later while the elven and human ears were severed to get their pay for the dead later. What we going to do with the bitch? One asked as removed the blood from the Alliance weapons before they rusted. Guaroi got some nice knives as his prize. Ugly ring on her. They heard a cry and they headed over to the women. Pussy. One scoffed at the cowardly woman as he gently kicked her side. You want us to sell you to the Dark Elves? He spat on her before leaning ovver to pull her hair back, pointing her to the half nude orcs who were being bandaged from the fighting. You would tell them, you're all the same. We need money, we need weapons, we need food. We're going to get at least one of those from you.
Thread: Back and itching to RP.   FxF / MxF

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Thread: Back and itching to RP.   FxF / MxF

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Thread: Back and itching to RP.   FxF / MxF

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Thread: Enemies of the Industrial Revolution

Old Sarum. Gehenna. Urbia. The Malthusian Trap. It didn't matter what it was called. Over the previous decades it was simply there, spreading like a stain as it swallowed up nearby villages, their farms picked off bit by bit by squatters and easments by Mr. Big. The rivers leading down the valley to the coast had been surrounded on all sides by mills of every sort, while the barges tried to push their way down the increasingly clogged river. The farmers might stay around for a bit. Use the large amount of night soil mixed into the river to feed their crops. But even that was hard to collect. It was either spread over the ground or simply dumped on the site of their farms, some of the only open land in the area. The urine went straight to any number of industries, from medicines to tanning to gunpowder. But what did it matter when the farms didn't get much in the way of sunlight? It was dark. Whether because of the smog coming from factory chimneys high and low, or the cooking fires used by tens of thousands every day for preparing their family's food. When they managed to find wood. Those that had survived the centuries of farming in the area had been steadilly used up to make charcoal or to raise buildings high, to the point where they would have blocked out the sun in many streets even with a clear sky. The danger didn't even come into it. So what if it might collapse? The other buildings had bricks. The fires had made sure of that. Factories, bakeries, homes... All were risks for lighting up the shacks and townhouses. The very streets gave off the same possibility, with the oil street lamps spread about risking being pushed into them while any number of carts collide into them. Why oil? There were plenty of whales in the world. And there was less of a risk of people stealing the candles for eating. Some might say they shouldn't have been killing all those whales only to burn there blubber for the oil. That they should have saved them for the tallow they could make. Feeding the people didn't come into play. Dealing with the fog as thick as pea soup did. Not that it was all that bad. There was plenty of gin. Beer for the more well to do who actually produced gin for those of lower incomes. Whiskey for some of the workers of the north. And with enough liquor, who cared if the bread was made with sawdust? They had more important things to worry about. Like saving up enough to spend away their stress and worries, as they traded with the nomadic, convict, and immigrant groups who had their own ghettoes in the towns. Exotic things there, same as with some of the brothels. Though you needed to be careful lest you be shanghaied.
Thread: Enemies of the Industrial Revolution

There was a decent sized building on the street, the exact street, that bordered between the upper class area and the middlelower class area. That particular part of town was always dark and hazy, even during the day because the fog was so heavy it blocked out the sun. Lights shined out from the windows though it had trouble due to the heavy drapes usually shut. The first floor of the building looked like the lobby of a hotel with a hallway draped shut. behind the drapes was a room filled with alcohol, a bar, and women serving in clothes that were slightly more provocative then normal. One woman sat at a table off to the side while smoking a cigarette which sat at the end of a lavish holder. She had long red-brown hair and a sizzling red dress with a fur coat thrown onto her shoulders. With tanned honey skin and bright yellow eyes, she watched people sift in and out of the establishment. If one knew the correct words to use at the front desk, they could get a room that cost considerably more but came with... perks. The place was technically a brothel but it had enough class not to have the words slapped right outside... sort of. One the other side of the city, a woman ran through the shadows as rain started to pout down. She had blood smeared across her white tank top, wet black hair sticking to her face, and she looked over her shoulder to make sure she wasn't being followed. With a knife gripped in her hand, blood washing off of it under the rain, she turned a corner and hid down into an alley and waited any followers out.
Thread: Enemies of the Industrial Revolution

Rain. One of the few things to really clean the city down. Plants would be watered. Wells would be filled. And most importantly, the soot would fall to the ground. It would still come out of chimneys for those fortunate enough to keep having paying work on those days, but for the most part it would be washed down into the rivers, basements, and various gouges in the landscape that let away from the lime pits and spiraling pits many miles uphill. The mines twisting under the city caused tongue-in-cheek legends about giant gophers who would bring about pop their heads out of the ground someday and, if it was sunny, herald in an year of life. Needless to say, they got the details as mixed up as the Easter Bunny being a combination of a hare and rabbit.It gave something to hope for, though. Unlike the tart with the wet white corset. Tis allies took. A man said, hunched around a small fire with some other, the overhanging buildings mostly sheilding them from the rain except for the dripping in the middle. How much for three nights A man in heavy oilskins asked to anyone in general as he tromped in, dripping rainwater and something else onto any carpeting as he headed into one of the least grounded boardhouses. The build was built between the class lines, the same as many other shops who filled in the spaces where housing was forbidden so as to keep the riff raff away from the hgher class of people. The man headed to the counter, a seabag thrown over his shoulder as he paid little mind to anyone
Thread: Enemies of the Industrial Revolution

I hope you aren't talking about Eve because she is wearing a tank top xD Blue eyes glanced further down the alley at a cluster of bums around a fire. She glared at them and spit to the ground. Rain washed her saliva away and took it down the street until it was gone and all that was left was water. She turned her attention back to the road but saw no one coming or going. They must have lost her trail. Good. With knife still in hand, she walked over to the little group of men and snorted as she came under the protection of the roofs above. The fire felt nice to her skin which was very pale and bore a few scrapes with blood smeared all over the place. Nice digs. She was being sarcastic. A young male stood behind the counter and stated, We offer different bundles dependent on your... needs. He glanced over the bag presumably filled with animals from the ocean. Are you here for sleep or something a bit more... tasteful?
Thread: Enemies of the Industrial Revolution

OOC The narrator said it, not the bums. Though they thought it. Tit washn't cheap. One of the tramps told, spitting some used tobacco into a little box. The others just sat there, trying to keep away from the water which, while it could clean up the city, often washed away those living outside. Miniature flood? Wave of pneumonia? The only good thing to come out of it for them was that the urine stood a chance of being washed away, unless everything just collected in the places they slept, bringing pools of stagnant water for all sorts of rodents to congregate around and parasites to call home. While it rained they could drink something other than the ground water. But what was a choice between coal and nitrates tasting well water and the soot in the rains? New in these parts?2 Got any grub? The man asked while his back moved side to side. Some would think there was something in there, despite it not pushing outwards. Others would think it was uneven. Really, he just didn't have his land legs yet. He had just got his pay from many years voyaging, and he needed something to spend it on. He eyed the young man. No cabin boy, but seemed better fed. 'Nicer hips...' He glanced over the counter to see the young man's waist. Want to go look for the golden spike? The man asked, referring to how crews would trick the young, hairless boys and men who came onto the ships to search the bottom for gold that wasn't there. What they then did to them in the dark went without saying.
Thread: Enemies of the Industrial Revolution

mkay She grunted and shoved the knife into a holder on her hip, No. It's still shit everywhere. The woman crossed her arms against her chest and stood around for another twenty minutes, waiting for the rain to settle. Once it had, she gave the bums a nod and walked away. After heading down the street for a few blocks, she found a storm drain and looked in each direction before walking past it and down another alley. There was a manhole hidden under some boxes, which she kicked away. The woman knelt and pulled it up, shoving it aside until the hole was fully open. She dropped down and grabbed a handle, hooking her booted feet onto another handle. The lid pulled shut and she climbed down until she plopped a few feet lower into the sewer system. It hadn't flooded, which never really happened anyway, but it still wasn't the best smelling. At least the rain cleared it out a bit. She started down the pathway, walking for a few hours until she came to base a massive circular door that looked like something you'd find in a bank. The younger male smiled at him, I can provide a service to you, if you'd like. He fidgeted with some keys in a drawer. we have a quaint suite available for you if you prefer... gold. He was trying to subtly accept the mans offer for a night of adulterous business. The rooms were available, as were the workers. All he had to do was ask, and pay, naturally.
Thread: Enemies of the Industrial Revolution

OOC I'm not entirely sure what the circular door is, so I won't do much on that. The sewers were a marvel. While other might consider it best to dump the excess water from their steam engines or to try to refunnel it into other machines, here they simply dumped it. They had the room for it. sunken streets, old cave systems, mines, basements, the dens of smugglers and hedonists... It could be dangerous down there. So they had a code. Don't shit where you eat. If you were to be dragging bodies along to hide your murders you keep out of the major thoroughways unless you have a wheelbarrow or cart, and for a very nominal fee you can have the bodies be recycled into aprodisiacs, charms, experiments, candles... With so much of the other waste being dragged away for the upper class or scrounged by those needing the nitrates, the area was surpringly clear of sludge, if only because the rivers were so thick that they never leaked down, and one would suffocate under the surface rather than drown. Still, there weren't nearly enough sewer covers in the poor section of town due to the tax money going elsewhere. At the same time, the rich didn't want any openings in there area wafting upwards and lowering the property value. So people made do with what they could. Steal the bricks holding up the wall, digging in new rooms, using the hot water poured down for baths or growing mushrooms and root vegetables... Everyone had the right to their privacy. Will it be by the hour or for the full three days? The man asked as he took the key, wondering why a deposit wasn't asked for. Did they think he had just come for some sodomy? Well, they would probably make him pay upfront for that unless he got lucky and found a bumboy who opened his cheeks for whoever came about. The women probably all had the clap anyways. So he waited for the keys.
Thread: Enemies of the Industrial Revolution

it's like a safe door. we're doing a bit of fantasy right? I just wanted to make sure, lol, I forget She walked up to the door and grabbed a hold of one of the metal arms. Tensing up, she pulled down on it and twisted it open. The door released freezing air onto her and quickly warmed. Stepping up inside, she saw the little town that was her hideaway the town the mercenaries lived in. It was a giant metal box with machinery keeping everything inside alive. She pulled the door shut and sealed it again. The door was too large, heavy and stubborn to be openable by anyone. She was probably the only person who could open it with their bare hands. Cracking her neck and shoulders, she started down the main path. It was quiet but a few of their people were bustling about. Hourly is added onto your tab at the end of your stay and the payment is collected at a time that suits you. For a package deal, it will be asked for upfront. He started to type away on a keyboard and offered him two tabs with prices. The first one, for hourly, wasn't too bad. The second one, however, was considerably higher considering it would mean that who ever he wanted around would be stuck with him until he left. All you have to do is pick a plan, money is exchanged or put on credit, depending on your package, He couldn't help but smile at the word, and then you can start your vacation. Sir. The credit deals were mostly for those who couldn't pay or those that didn't mind visitors to the home. However, it was likely collectors would come by your house anyway if you hadn't thrown your money down in a timely fashion. Scandals had been heard of, though, they were very rare as most politicians had learned their lesson. Don't fuck the brothel over.
Thread: Enemies of the Industrial Revolution

OOC Should we skip the sailor and counterman? The crowd didn't give overdue attention to women coming into the joint, other than that she didn't remove her boots at the door. The temperature change was weird, but it was pushed aside as merely being something strange with the fans some doctors set up for those patients who wished for discrete care, as well as for keeping bodies from decomposing. It was necessary. Without the fans the ventilation shafts might not have been as effective as they were. They have a mission but it involves exhausting them without punches... Some men were looking over the bulliten board while younger blood, thugs, apprentices, and bastards, tried to look impressive, whistling to some of the women, more for the thrill than out of any expectations of getting tail. When the women wanted a body, they would simply hire them from the mercenaries, getting the ride of their lives before sending them back under the streets. A group of brothers from a rather virile man stood in their own section. Few genetic defects, diverse in appearance... Picking the right one meant a women could get a child without their husbands knowing who's it was, then saying they got a healthy heir. Sounded pricey, but it wasn't as if he didn't have money to burn. Can I exchange people from one hour to another? He asked as he set down half of the money for the second option, figuring it was better than the hour rate for the amount of fucking he was going to do until he found somone to actually manage to make him cum, rather than just be fucked and not do anything for him. Maybe he needed some virgins or REALLY experienced people. Get someone else for the counter, you'll be showing my to my bedroom and bed.