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Thread: It'll cost you  (Yummyfuta x Mary Stoat)

Lara smirked as she counted the money in her hand behind the gymnasium building of the school she attended, counting her days takings. Everyone at this school were such pushovers, the tiniest bit of intimidation, or the right little bit of blackmail, and it was so easy to make even the biggest jock nothing more than putty in her hands. Of course it was fun to pick on some of the meeker, more pathetic ones too, those were also the ones who tended to have the most cash to pay up as well. There was one in particular lately, some guy who's name she'd already forgotten. He'd said something about wanting the money for his girlfriend the first time, well too bad, Lara wanted it more and that meant she was taking it. He'd been an easy mark for weeks now, it had gotten to the point he was practically coming to her in order to pay up in advance. Those were the guys she couldn't stand the most, totally unwilling to even try and defend themselves no matter whether they were capable or not. Since that first pathetic excuse he hadn't once tried to defend himself or even avoid her. Ah well, his loss is my gain She smirked, tugging out a cigarette and lighting up. The teachers never came back here, even if they did she had blackmail material on most of them so there was no chance she was going to get busted for smoking at school. Still, despite a good days takings she was starting to feel rather bored, things had gotten too samey lately, she needed something a little different to make things interesting again. Well, maybe she'd go looking for something once she was done here, or hope perhaps something came to her.
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Thread: The Inn. (Firestarter09 & NadiatheTinkerer)

Akimitsu real name Atsuko Chikako let out a unpleasant sigh, the man real gender hermaphrodite had been stuck in a terrible storm whilst traveling. He had thought a simple protection spell coild protect him, well it did... Until lightning almost struck him. So he kind of had to run and try to find shelter quickly, which he did when he saw this old inn... He was sure it was abandoned as no light's seemed to be on. Akimitsu Atsuko let out a groan as he let his tails, and ears flick and dry off, yes he had tails and ears as in plural. Akimitsu Atsuko was not a human. No he was a Nekomata one of the many Youkai that existed out there, he began to check his clothing making sure no bugs had decided to hop on him, his simple white kimono seemed clean as it was no stains or smugs lining the 'stem' desgins which adorned it, nothing seemed to be on the rose that was weaved into the right side of the kimono. His family symbol which was on the back was clean, the two white tails lit by blue fire, and surrounded by a gold circle. Well he was clean and that's all that mattered, after all it was rude to enter a home dirty. Opening the door and heading in the six foot Nekomata had no idea what he was going to meet. Brushing the light blue bangs from his face, he let his silver eyes with slitted cat-like pupils quickly adjust to the lighting of the room. He quickly looked around noticing that the room faintly smelled sweet! It was surprising and surely something he had expected from an abandoned inn. Let's see if I can't find any keys. Akimitsu Atsuko mumbled to himself herself, he had no idea that he was being watched as he looked for keys.
Thread: The Inn. (Firestarter09 & NadiatheTinkerer)

Firestarter09 said Akimitsu real name Atsuko Chikako let out a unpleasant sigh, the man real gender hermaphrodite had been stuck in a terrible storm whilst traveling. He had thought a simple protection spell coild protect him, well it did... Until lightning almost struck him. So he kind of had to run and try to find shelter quickly, which he did when he saw this old inn... He was sure it was abandoned as no light's seemed to be on. Akimitsu Atsuko let out a groan as he let his tails, and ears flick and dry off, yes he had tails and ears as in plural. Akimitsu Atsuko was not a human. No he was a Nekomata one of the many Youkai that existed out there, he began to check his clothing making sure no bugs had decided to hop on him, his simple white kimono seemed clean as it was no stains or smugs lining the 'stem' desgins which adorned it, nothing seemed to be on the rose that was weaved into the right side of the kimono. His family symbol which was on the back was clean, the two white tails lit by blue fire, and surrounded by a gold circle. Well he was clean and that's all that mattered, after all it was rude to enter a home dirty. Opening the door and heading in the six foot Nekomata had no idea what he was going to meet. Brushing the light blue bangs from his face, he let his silver eyes with slitted cat-like pupils quickly adjust to the lighting of the room. He quickly looked around noticing that the room faintly smelled sweet! It was surprising and surely something he had expected from an abandoned inn. Let's see if I can't find any keys. Akimitsu Atsuko mumbled to himself herself, he had no idea that he was being watched as he looked for keys. Click to expand... Abandoned was far from the truth. In fact, Oboro felt she took good care of this place, and yet people always assumed it was abandoned because of the webs. Still, the young spider oni was having a bit of a snore, sleeping in a woven hammock that she had commissioned from a cute man, the giant woman snuggled tightly Buder a sheet, suspended up in the air. When she heard the arrival of a new person however, she woke slowly, climbing out of bed and clattering towards the front desk. Hopefully it was a customer. Hello? She said, looking around. We have vacancies!
Thread: The Inn. (Firestarter09 & NadiatheTinkerer)

Akimitsu jumped slightly at the sound of clattering and the appearance of the spider girl. A gasp escaping his lips as fires lit above his tails, his survival instincts and years of training causing him to go on edge, yet when he got a good look at the spiderwoman... He couldnt help but lower his guard... Especially with that big rack of hers. Uh---- hi!.... I'm so sorry! He became panicked and bowed on his hands and knees. You scared me! I didnt mean to try and attack you! He apologized profoundly to the owner, his tails swaying calmly as he looked back up to her. Blood trickled down his nose as he stared at her great wonderful orbs. Such big oppai. He murmured to himself.
Thread: The Inn. (Firestarter09 & NadiatheTinkerer)

Onoro indeed was well endowed. The woman had soft, milky skin on her human half, her hands covered in the same carapace of her spider side. She smiled, her black hair cut short, red eyes watching the man. I take it that you are here for a room? She asked. This one was suspicious, rather odd. Humans rarely had fire and tails, after all. I assume you need one, of you are here...
Thread: The Inn. (Firestarter09 & NadiatheTinkerer)

Akimitsu smiled pervertedly as he heard the owners seductive voice, his nekomata ears twitching as his tails swished. He shoke his head quickly and rubbed that back of it, as he stood up and said. Yep, I was passing by in the storm, I saw the inn and thought maybe I could stay here for a bit. He told the owner a half truth. Oh! I never told you my name, but it's Akimitsu! He offers his hand to the clawed hand of the owner.
Thread: The Inn. (Firestarter09 & NadiatheTinkerer)

The woman took it and smiled, looking him over. Is that so? Well then I suppose you are in luck. I have a few rooms available. She smiled and began to lead him towards the stairs, to escort him to a room. She had figured out Just who this was. A cute little spirit had wandered into her inn, and she could not wait to play with the little kitten. I hope you like it, it is one of my nicer rooms.
Thread: The Inn. (Firestarter09 & NadiatheTinkerer)

Akimitsu smiled as he looked rather amused with himself, his blue tails curling in unison as he reached for something inside of his kimono. I know this may seem rude of me to appear out of the blue, and waking you up... But your doing a great thing. He said charmingly his grip loosening into a firm handshake with Oboro own, while offering a blue card with the same symbol on the back of kimono. Take this, it's my family business card... See it as a sign of good faith. His voice continued to be kind amd trusting to the owner. After all it pays well to have friends in high places. He tells the spider Youkai. His smile never seemingly leaving, it looked all most fake and forced at times. You know we Youkai have to stick together.
Thread: The Inn. (Firestarter09 & NadiatheTinkerer)

Ah Yes, of course. She smiled as well, but she was still not convinced that he was infact who he claimed to be. Onoro clattered herself along a she walked, purring as she made her plans. I have just the room for you. She said, soon taking him to a large room, for him to use as long as he was her guest. I hope it is acceptable for you.
Thread: The Inn. (Firestarter09 & NadiatheTinkerer)

Akimitsu smiled as he looked at the room, it was nice and simple. Nothing to over bearing or too bland. A simple bed for one to rest their heads on, a small closet to put their clothes in. Akimitsu politely bowed to Onoro, he was really happy that she had been so nice to him. Thank you miss--. He paused tapping his fingers together as he realised that he didnt know her name. Excuse me miss, but I never did catch your name. I think it's only polite since I told you my own, wouldn't you agree? He says to the owner. A spider type Youkai such as yourself, always have the prettiest of names. His tails curled and flicked as he watched her body movements.
Thread: The Inn. (Firestarter09 & NadiatheTinkerer)

Oh, you think? Well my mother called me onoro. She smiled and bowed, leaving him for now. Do have a good sleep. Onoro had much to do, if she was going to play with the little kitten. She hoped that she was ready to reveal her true form, because onoro was looking forward to playing with her like that. You cant fool me! She giggled to herself when father away, ready to play.
Thread: The Inn. (Firestarter09 & NadiatheTinkerer)

Akimitsu smiled as he was left to his own devices, it would simply be a few minutes of alone time for him, making sure none of his spiritual energy was low, or else his true form would be revealed and he did not want that. Onoro... Heheh.. Such a pretty name for a flower like herself. He said disrobing and siting on the floor in a meditation position.
Thread: Absence

Hey to everyone I have open RP's with. This thread is a bit late... I'm kinda offline at the moment -- tied up with school at the moment. I haven't really had much time to post, so sorry for not getting those replies out. I'm trying to use weekends to catch up but If I miss you, feel free to poke me!!!! Thanks to all of you guys for being awesome roleplayers and patient people.
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Thread: "And then I took an arrow to the leg..." [NF & MT]

He'd forgotten how cold it got this far north, certainly far colder than anything back home in Hammerfell. Kellen trudged along the North Keep - Solitude road, with each step feeling harder, his pack feeling heavier. It had been a stupid mistake and he cursed himself for the hundredth time to let himself get caught in the open. A single lucky arrow had lodged itself into the meet of his thigh. He'd done his best to tie it off with bandages, but his fur-lined leather leggings were already sticky with blood. He stopped again to gather his breath, sitting in the fragrant alpine grasses. The mixture of gear he'd picked up on his travels had kept most of the cold off a fur-lined cape, leather armour, and a fur-lined vest. But that was before it got a little soaked. Water. Blood. Neither of them are particularly good for insulation, nor were the added sword-holes. He adjusted the buckle on his swordbelt again. The Hammerfell steel had served him well these last few years. And, with a little bit more tenacity ad luck, for another few. His hair had gotten free and was hanging in his face. For some reason he found this hilarious. Deep breath. Focus Well. he said out loud, his voice breaking the wind-howl monotony. The rational part of his mind watched with a detached interest. He knew that the weather hadn't changed over-much it was cold, and it was staying cold. The sensation of it getting colder was blood-loss and shock. Rather, it was the loss of blood. He could feel his endurance trickle and drain down his leg to pool in his boot. ... just a little further. Whatever that smoke is. There or you'll not see dawn, old man. Your on stupid fault - you had to come up here to show you weren't afraid of a little snow and hardship And stop talking to yourself, it's unbecoming. And so he shoved his hands into his armpits and kept walking. Walking. Head bowed into the wind and he kept walking. He didn't pay the bridge itself much attention as he trudged across it. The Four Shields Tavern only really registered dimly as he hammered on the wooden door. Well, hammered. He felt as weak as a the local deer that he'd eaten. More like collapsed heavily against the door. But he was Ra Ga - part of the warrior wave. Even in such times it was necessary to keep some pretense of martial bearing. So he'd prop himself up against the wall, waiting for someone to answer the door. If all else failed, they'd find a suitably warrior-like ice-statue there in the morning.
Thread: "And then I took an arrow to the leg..." [NF & MT]

As the warmth and light spilled out from the tavern, he took a deep breath, ready to speak and make his case and offer his coin. In the broken, fractured Nordic that he'd picked up, he began to speak Me Kellen of Falling Blacksmith too.... His Nord really was that bad. And then she closed the door in his face. Tobra guhrlet! he snarled at the frost-speckled pine door. He'd come all this way to die on someone's doorstep because the locals were too inbred and ignorant to actually open the door to someone in dire need of help, of warmth. He clenched his hand into a fist and, drawing on the last of his energy and vigor, was about to punch the door. It wouldn't do much, but at least it would be satisfying. His last act would be fuck their door up. The injustice of it made him furious. No, not the injustice - the indignity. And then the door opened. His look of rage turned into one of pure confusion. The woman in front of him was beautiful This is it. You're dead, or about to die and you're hallucinating. There's no way the barbarians can have produced someone so exquisite. Well, if this is death, then it's not that bad. He stood there, staring at her for a few moments. Her questions seemed to wash over him without any impact. He blinked a few times as his brain finally caught up with his senses. He was at least a head taller than her, and so it was so easy to lean on her. She was so warm. So close. So alive. So not a death-vision. Which was all for the good. What? Yes, Hammerfall. And yes, I want ... His accent was marked and alien to the local's ears, but it was still understandable. His coin-pouch hung next to his sword, so when he reached for it, there was a collective response from the locals. They'd heard stories about Red Guards, and they Didn't Want Any Of That Kind Of Nonsense Here, thank you very much. Those that had weapons to hand reached for them. Weapons. Hah. More like tree-cutters or butchers-cleavers. They'd probably fracture when exposed to a proper blade. Room. Food. Mead. Clean water. Bandages. He'd not let them see him fall. He'd not give them the satisfaction of... whatever these sheep-fuckers thought of him. It was clear that they didn't think much. And so he stood a little straighter, made his accent a little less pronounced almost sounding like an Imperial. I have coin. Kellen's movements became very careful at that point. He plucked his coin-pouch from his belt with finger and thumb and pressed it into Lorelle's spare hand. Well. From the look of it, they might kill him and rob him. Or rob him then kill him. But the young woman she was something a little different. She belonged here as much as a longship belonged in the desert. He nodded, still leaning on the young woman with the perfect brea... focus! . He turned his face down to meet her gaze and smiled his best, warmest smile. Or at least tried to - his face was so numb that he had no idea what it was actually doing. Please. I just need a warm bed, hot food, and a chance to gather my wits. I mean neither you nor your people any harm
Thread: "And then I took an arrow to the leg..." [NF & MT]

Lorelle took the burden of the extra weight with as much grace as she could physically muster. She may have been small but was no weakling nor priss. He seemed thankful for the help and she gladly, carefully helped to walk him in. Once they made it past the thresh hold she paused to kick the door shut behind them with her bare foot. When she turned around to continue their walk she was met with weapons being drawn. Her blue eyes widened for a moment before almost rolling all the way into the back of her head and falling out of her mouth. She tightened her fingers on him and stiffened her arm, as if a protective stance. Not that he needed protecting. She was relatively sure that if he was a bad man he would slaughter everyone in the tavern without so much as breaking a sweat, even injured. Yes, of course. She murmured to him, eyes locked on the locals as they seemed to die down a little and begin sheathing their miniscule weapons. You are tired, you deserve the rest.. Her eyes wandered to the man behind the bar who only watched with an intense, ingrained prejudice. And since we're not animals , the last word was more accusatory than anything, we'd be happy to see you to your room. As long as you need. She took the coin as he shoved it into her hand but only to make the owner of the tavern happy, and began to lead him forward. She took him to the nearest room they had available. It was located down a nearby hallway and was one of the first rooms. Not exactly the royalty suite but it had a bed and he could rest. Here, sit down... Her tone was nurturing and warm as she walked him to the bed and tried to help him sit. Once she was sure he wouldn't fall over she nodded. Give me just a moment and I'll have the things you requested. She watched him with heavy concern before turning and leaving, pulling the door to but not shutting it just yes. He would at least have a little privacy. Once she had found the redguard to his room she rushed to the main room and hastily gathered some cloth, a mead, and a warm bowl of beef stew. Careful not to spill, she made her way back to his room. She didn't bother knocking and entered. Here, to eat. And drink. It will help with the chill. She set the food and drink on his bedside table and handed him the cloth personally. I'm sorry for everyone out there. We don't get visitors here often, especially not ones who look like you. It wasn't so much about the color of his skin as it was his exotic looks.. everything about him practically screamed 'outsider'. Is there anything else I can get for you? She gave him a gentle smile. She was not like them. What they feared, she found fascinating. She had so many questions but perhaps now was not the time.
Thread: "And then I took an arrow to the leg..." [NF & MT]

Once they were into the corridor, he let himself sag ever so slightly. She was an ally - feisty and protective. Perhaps some Redguard in her. He sat heavily on the bed, and let out a soft, small contented noise. By the time she had returned with her tray of good things, he had already started to make himself comfortable. His soaked vest and armour were on the back of the chair, steaming gently in front of the fire. This left him wearing nothing on his upper body except for his tattoos. His sword lay on the bed beside him, carefully oriented to be in line with the bed - something deliberate rather than casually dropped. He had the kind of body that a hard life produced, muscular in an lean way - fit and with well developed arms. An ornate, abstract tattoo in blacks and blues swirled over one arm - presumably his sword-arm - up, and over his shoulder. It showed starkly against the rich brown of his skin. As she walked in, he was busy cutting away his old bandage his face was a scowl of concentration. You need not apologise. My people are not overly welcoming to outsiders either. In a sense, I am proud that you fear my people... A pause as he carefully picked a few fragments of cloth from the puncture-wound. A wince of pain, still utterly focused on his leg. No - that isn't right. They fear me but you do not. Why is this? Have you met a Ra Gada before, perh... Only then did he actually look up, and the sight before him was all too enticing. He wasn't sure if it was the cleavage or the food that drew his attention most. That smells delicious. Thank you. Please - sit with me whilst I eat. I have had only the wind and the trees as company this last ten-day. The brigands were not overly talkative. More along the lines of We'll gut you or Argh, not the face . A chuckle. He hoped she understood this was meant as humour. Nords seemed overly dour to him. Please, pass me the cloth. Yes, that one. I'll clean this before I eat. He didn't think that she might not be used to the sight of blood. Amongst his kind, swordplay and first-aid were taught from an early age.