Thread: Modernism 5e smut (IC)

GA-BREE-YEL because the French pronunciation is the same for Gabriel and Gabrielle I was trying to not hit anybody for their juvenile reactions to us. While in a bar or pub I would have been already reacting, possibly making it a fight or a fuck in a short time. Here on top of the hill I just had something better to do, roleplaying. While not a tabletop game, more like down on a blanket, I was content to play at being younger than my actual age and experience. I liked the group and could not wait to get them all sky-clad for some moonlighted swim or partially made up Native American ritual... Of course I had an ulterior motive next to just trying out a game with an all girls group. I was trying to get them to join Greenpeace, at least by changing some of their usual ways of doing things. Protecting Mother Nature, and trying to still connect to people and civilization was not easy. No surprise that my character had been created to help me live and play-act it too. Also, a great way for forget about college and 'real' life. So, with the freaky meteor shower - it was hard to tell what came first, the sensation of it or the sight - I just KNEW that it was unnatural. Alien, otherwordly, maybe not even normal for our universe... My body shuddered, and I felt waves of cold and hot, skin breaking out in goose-bumps, before my mind was... Invaded. Or more like met in a real forceful but friendly way, tendrils of energy buzzing along my nerves, making my experiences and memories come alive. While reliving my whole life, there was a freaky mirror image to it, showing a different life, a more medieval, and fantastic course. It left me giddy, energized, and falling back giggling after it caught up to the moment. So much different knowledge, but still making me whole! Oh my! What a rush! Better than my last ten orgasms! I laughed, but then realized that some of the others seemed to have their own epizode too. Lot of people was staring at something, maybe starting to freak out. Sitting up I tried to see what was it that got into them, and could only stare at the abomination. Some kind of Frankeinstein's monster, something that should not be possible on Earth... Still, a large part of me was calling it a possible undead thing, urging me to take up defense - if only for my own and nature's sakes. Putting on my leather jacket I am just a little bit startled when I find the more than usual daggers lining the insides of its cuffs and pockets. Huh. I wonder... looking around I just stare at my leather saddle-bag that I carry... Is that... Oh my Gods and Goddesses! opening it like it is christmas, I grin as the first thing out of it is a couple of vine like appendages of a very rare and curious staff. Pulling the small tree out - much longer than the volume of the bag would indicate - I am holding the mini-tree with its moving roots and crown, caressing it - and letting it caress me a little. Hello, Wonderlife... I whisper, before standing up tall, and lifting it, crying out in a language only Sylvan creatures or other Druids would understand. Kiss my Ass! then if it is further away than 120 feet, I just disappear from my place, to reappear 30 feet closer, and when it is in range... Have the Magic End! Hoping to have some effect, but ready to follow up with something much more obvious and damaging.