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Thread: Awkwardness at Work(Lustfull_SinxSeer)

Saira sighed as she typed on the computer, trying to get her days work in.It was troublesome though, since the program was updated and everything was in different folders and such.Not only that but she was just gien the position of being the CEOs secretary so it was even harder then she thought.Her fingers ached as she continued to type till she couldn't type anymore.She stopped, bringing her hands together and massaged them trying to get the ache out of them as quick as she could.She only had an hour before she had to turn in her some blue prints and such other things.She had a hard time, being picked on by the other female co-workers who weren't to pleased to hear she got this job so easily, while other had to work years just ot climb up the latter. Her red eyes scanned the computer screen, checking for any mistakes, and missed words or typos.F-Finished...I'm finally finished.she said and turned her head seeing her in box full of papers.Oh shit...I-I...need to get these signed..she said and grabbed the stack of papers going through them one by one.oh man...s-some of these...are construction permits...as well and permissions.....trading goods......h-how could I have missed this.She said pulling on the colar of her white blouse.b-but...he's busy..with a phone meeting..I'll wait till he's done..or when he calls me.she said and set the papers down and focused on printing out the blue prints and such from her computer. Once everything was finished, she sighed, waiting impatiently, but for the past hour, her boss didn't call her.He seemed like a lazy thing since he always requested for the most stupidest things, like a sharpened pencil...or a black pen...even a simply pink eraser...and it had to be pink.She simply thought he was lazy and she didn't feel like taking the papers to him, but she had or else it was her ass.She stood up, fixing her black, almost tight skirt and grabbed the papers and headed to his office.She knocked, waiting for a reply, but nothing.She stepped in. closing the door a bit and walked forward, not seeing him in his chair.She set the papers down, but stopped seeing pictures....of her.W-what...the hell is this.She said seeing panty shots, clevage shots.Some looked like you had to either be under her or over her..that or next to her.
Thread: Bloodkiss/Hellbent

Caoimhe hurried down the hall, rushing from her father's room. He was delirious, in and out of fever dreams for days. And now his walls were going to be attacked. With him on his sickbed and his best knight away, his men were at their wit's end. It was utter chaos in the barracks, and they would all pay if the men couldn't get their heads straight. It had been foolish of her father to send off all the worthy knights. Now the men had no leader. Well, she would see that an end was put to this nonsense. She ran to her room, grabbing the sword she hid in a large wooden chest. Pulling a cloak over her shoulders, she unwrapped the black silk that bound the sword and tied it to her waist. Just as she was heading toward the door, it opened and her maid bustled in. What are you doing up so late, miss? Caoimhe fumbled for words, and finally settled on the truth. If you breathe a word of this, I'll behead you myself. The woman gasped, but didn't look seriously frightened. She was friends with her mistress, and would keep any secret she had. She'd kept it a secret that Caoimhe had been practicing with swords instead of sewing since her thirteenth birthday. What is it? Caoimhe sighed and sat on her bead, the sword poking from beneath her cloak. I'm going to lead the men into battle on sunrise. Her maid gasped, and this time real terror marked her features. You can't! You'd be putting your life in danger! What choice do I have? We shall all perish if the men are left with no smart leader! She stood and pushed past the woman, out into the hall. Please don't tell. I know how to defend myself. I shall be fine, you'll see. She ducked into the armory, dimming her lantern. All of the men were either on the walls, or asleep, giving her just enough time to spirit away some equipment while it was still dark. She snatched up the things she would need and made her way out of the castle proper. She pulled her hood up around her face and sneaked out into the village with her things and her horse. When morning came, she would assume the guise that might very well save them all. But it needed to appear real. She needed to go out into the woods, and from there she would dress as her father's most favored knight, and she would bring order to this madhouse. She would don the armor in the woods and then ride toward the castle, just before their enemy's army crested the hill. The soldiers' morale would be boosted, and they might have a chance at winning.
Thread: Bloodkiss/Hellbent

The general was fast approaching the enemy kingdom. He was large and menacing on a brown steed, wearing gleaming armor and his kingdom's crest on his buckler. Directly behind him were his archers. The battering rams and war machines preceded the archers. Then the ladders, then the heavy infantry, the light infantry and so on. It was a rather odd strategy. The point was to prevent a long, drawn out siege and to take the castle quickly. Flagging these impressive troops were war drummers and heralds. Surprise attacks, though effective, were too dishonorable. Sure, you could take a kingdom by force, torture and ravish its inhabitants and raze it to the ground, but of course you had to be chivalrous about it. The general himself blasted his trumpet, leading his men over the mountain. He waved his shining broadsword. What he was being, a Jew wouldn't eat. Though he oversold his delivery, he was at least a competent strategist and swordsman. Some even called him clever. He even planned to be Jove forbid ambushed during his route. Hence the archers had their short bows at the ready to deliver a deadly barrage at any direction. The long bows, however, were reserved for a possible siege. Since the longbow could send its arrows at a greater distance than the deadly short bow, the clever general recognized its value for raining horror and death over a city's walls.
Thread: Bloodkiss/Hellbent

Caoimhe heard them approaching, and rushed out of the woods, clad in full armor that hid her feminine form and mounted on a huge white warhorse. She spurred the beast to move as fast as he could, and before she knew it, she was in the castle keep, directing the men to prepare for battle. Amidst the chaos, no one seemed to question her identity. Soon, they were riding out to meet their opponent, with her at the head of their small half-army. Most of the men were out with her father's knights, and they had only a few hundred left to protect the castle. Her father was not a wise commander when he was ill. Their enemy crested the hill, and she saw their leader. Drawing her sword, she readied for a bloody battle.
Thread: Bloodkiss/Hellbent

It was almost exactly as planned. The enemy horsemen marched up the hill to greet them. The general blasted three notes on his trumpet to command the short bows to be let loose while he raised his kingdom's banner high. This left him just enough time to greet the brave warrior who was riding his way. Judging by the armor and decorations, he inferred that this equestrian was of rank. Dead or alive, he saw a trophy approaching. He held his buckler up protectively and swung his sword the first chance he got. It wasn't a very clever attack, but with the buckler, he didn't need to put too much effort into the blade work.
Thread: Bloodkiss/Hellbent

Caoimhe saw the leader swinging his sword, and his lack of skill almost made her laugh. She carried no shield, only her broadsword, confident in her ability. She rushed to meet him, blocking the blow with her own blade. Her horse whinnied, but didn't flinch or move away. He was just as brave, and possibly stupid, as she.
Thread: Bloodkiss/Hellbent

As planned, she blocked the clumsy attack, but that exposed her sword. Perhaps even as long as he needed it exposed. Keeping tension on her blade with his own, he made to attack her blade with his buckler. The buckler was but an extension of his gauntleted fist. Though defensive in nature, the general was very skilled in using it offensively, thus taking his enemies off guard. Once he even one a duel with only the buckler and no blade.
Thread: Bloodkiss/Hellbent

Caoimhe was indeed uprepared for the attack, and was jolted in her saddle. The blow was hard enough to knock her helmet loose, and a portion of her long, sunset-colored hair slipped free. She surpressed a gasp, trying in vain to stuff the hair back into her helmet with a clumsy, gauntlet-clad hand. Cursing under her breath, she gave up on hiding the hair and swung her sword out at him, lashing out angrily.
Thread: Bloodkiss/Hellbent

He met her blade with his buckler and made a quick upward sweep with his sword. The movement was meant to lock her blade to his shield so he could disarm her. That was one of the maneuvers that won him his rank. Just then, he noticed the long hair. So it's a woman? Now that's a trophy. He certainly had to keep this one alive and in as close to a single piece as possible -- for a while, anyway. Please pardon my absence. Life happened.
Thread: Bloodkiss/Hellbent

It's alright. It tends to do that. Lol. Caoimhe growled as he attempted to wrench her sword from her hand. Hoping to surprise him and buy time, she let the sword go without a fight. In one swift move she leapt from the horse's back and slapped his rear, sending him whinnying and kareening off and away from the battle. Drawing the shortsword that was strapped to her other side, she readied for battle once more.
Thread: Bloodkiss/Hellbent

The general was only slightly puzzled. He realized he wasn't dealing with a military genius when she jumped off her horse and drew a short sword. He predicted she'd have a hell of a time hurting his horse with that sword, much less himself. He did not spend all his precious time reflecting on that. He set aside his buckler, held his sword in a two-handed grip and swung it down at his enemy. While he was doing that, he gently urged his horse forward as best he could without the use of his hands. The idea was to keep her off balance and let his animal do most of the work.
Thread: Bloodkiss/Hellbent

Caoimhe ducked beneath his sword and rolled to the side, holding her own blade up to defend against his. She no longer hoped to defeat her opponent, only to escape alive and unmasked. It would not be the first time this man had escaped their forces, and it was a small price to pay in order to keep her identity a secret.
Thread: Bloodkiss/Hellbent

Just where he wanted her. The general slapped his horse's rump to send it into a gallop. Basically, he set to trample her. Of course, he didn't expect her to just sit there and die under his mount's hooves. He always thought several moves ahead. He just hoped his standard bearer wouldn't do anything stupid and get in the way. He was only really good for holding up that damn standard.
Thread: Bloodkiss/Hellbent

She cursed under her breath as she watched him charge at her, and rushed to get out of the way. The battlefield was crowded, and she tripped over the body of a young soldier, surprising her. A stray arrow whistled through the air and struck her arm. Gasping audibly, she dropped the sword and stared at the offending arrow, shocked to see it protruding from the small gap in her armor just below her shoulder. Somehow the charging horse no longer seemed a threat, and time slowed to an unbearable crawl. She felt the blood coursing roughly through her veins, pounding away inside her head. She was no stranger to pain. She'd been struck with a blade before. But the pain did not compare to this. This was a searing, stabbing pain that left her chest feeling hollow and dull. This pain was one that swept the breath from her lungs, shocking her into stillness until it was almost too late. The world crashed over her once more, and she remembered where she was and what was happeneing. Barely able to move, she managed to evade the horse's hooves by a hair's breadth. She picked her sword back up in her left hand, sincerely wishing they hadn't struck her good arm. She could not fight well with her left, and knew that it would be a miracle if she escaped alive this day.
Thread: Computer Problems

Well like the subject says, I'm having some computer problems so I'm not going to be on nearly as much if at all some days. I'll try to keep up with my at least every other day but I'm making no promises. Just letting all my role play partners know. I'll keep this updated.
Thread: Computer Problems

thanks for the update! it always sucks when comp problems arise. hope you get yours fixed up soon.
Thread: Computer Problems

Gasp! Problems? D fixes
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Wishes lol Thanks.
Thread: Computer Problems

YAY! Guilty room mate lends me laptop for while after feeling bad they broke mine D
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Classes canceled! Now all I have to do is go to work! mrgreen
Thread: The Fallen

Tallow lounged wearily upon the couch of one of his many flats, an artists-studio in centeral London. The flat had cost him a small fortune, but what was money to a immortal being with power beyon the imagination of mortals. And besides, it had a splendid view over the city at night, with one whole wall made of glass. In the corner was a large, unmade bed, and there was a small kitchen unit in another. The walls where invisible, obscured by huge boookcases containing thousands of ancient looking books, still more were in piles at the bases, and a few were left on the coffe-table. He wore a long, black over-coat, with designer jeans and a shirt hanging untidily, the collar undone. His wild brown hair was messy and unkept, and his skin faintly tanned. Not the image of an Angel who had fallen from grace countless milennia ago, to languish in the squalor and filth of this forgotten, miserable realm, amongst these barbaric creatures. And for leaving the side of his commander, Lucifer Morningstar, after the Fall, he was now hunted by both sides, Angels and Demons. But here, he believed himself safe, he kept to his studies and dint pick fights with either side. He sipped from his mug of coffe, and continued to read from a book long-believed by scholars to be lost to humanity, a book written in a language which was forgooten except by beings like him.
Thread: The Fallen

To most that saw her she did not look like a threat, nor did she look like an angel. Nothing more then a shadow to the people that passed her on the side walk. A young girl, no older then nineteen. Her dark semi-long hair flowed to about her mid back, framing a lovely face that held dark hazel eyes. Her clothes did not seem to fit her, meaning the angel had found them and taken them. After all she could not just walk around in the nude and would bring them back as soon as she got clothes of her own. But right now...the mission at hand. Rashnu, You have been tasked with finding one of the fallen. He has been seen on earth living among the humans....find him and bring him to justice for defying our Lord. The voices that spoke to her seemed to come from no where. Standing before her where the 12 archangels, there wings joining together in one blinding light. Rashnu knelt before them, spear in hand....her own wings nothing like the humans could imagine. They where not like the wings of a dove or any bird. The feathers upon them where made of light or so it seemed, left unseen to the human eyes. She had been chosen to find and kill one of Lucifer's fallen. To go to earth and put the exiled to death. A command from no only the archangels but from the Lord. Rashnu would do as she was told...... Falling to earth like a falling star. Rashnu stood on one of the tall buildings that gave her a view of the fallen's home. Her eyes unmoving from the studio he called home. Not yet moving. She would wait for the right time to move, after all she didn't need anyone else seeing it or getting hurt because of it.
Thread: The Fallen

Tallow yawned, sstretched, and relaxed back onto the couch. He put down his book, and began to flick channels on the TV. He settled on a film, an old western, one of his favourites. These humans, they were so barbaric, he had always wondered what their purpose in creation had been. But now he saw. They had what angels and demons lacked. Imagination. They had the most wonderful and quaint fantasies. Slowly, he begins to drift off to sleep, his boots resting on the low table. It is the early hours of the morning.
Thread: The Fallen

Rashnu stood, her spear appearing in her hands. She watched him put the book down, turn on the TV....then fall asleep. At first she thought about just throwing her spear and ending him like that. But what if she missed? She then thought about just trying to make the jump, braking threw the window. But that would alert the humans and him as well that something was not right. Taking in a deep breath she turned and started her way down the building she was on. Looked like she was going to have to do it the old way. By the grace of god maybe he would not be able to tell she was what she was. Maybe he might think she was new to the building and get...oh what was it called...a cup of sugar. Maybe use the thing the human's used to talk to each other. A telephone she thought it was called. It did not take her long to talk her way into the building, her voice more then enough for the people inside the main lobby. Making her way up the stairs, counting the doors on the tenth level of the building. Then she would knock.
Thread: The Fallen

Hearing movement in the corridor, tallow awakened sharply. Whilst he had given up his magic long ago, when he fell from grace, his sense were still far sharper than those of a human. As a precaution, he had bought up all the rooms on this floor, there was no other reason for anyone to be up here. He stands quickly, moving silently across the room to stand next to the door. He was ready. Thouhg he lacked actual magic, he had found ways to compensate, sorcery and dark-power. He draws a dagger from a sheath built into the inside of his jacket.
Thread: The Fallen

She found it funny...she could not sense any other living thing on this floor. It made her fell as though she should have went with one of her first ideas. Yet, it was too late for her to turn back now. Hearing him move around inside his room....then the moment stopped. He did not answer the door. Again she would knock. Wait for the door to be answered. If not she would try the door, to open it. Try to go inside with out to much nose. No fear in her heart. That was another great thing about humans and the fallens. At less they had freedom to feel, they had there emotions open to them. Unlike the angels who just followed orders and did what they where told. Truth be told Rashnu envied them, a lot of angels did. Even if they would never speak it out loud.
Thread: The Fallen

Moving backwards a bit, Tallow braced himself, then charged for the wall next to the door. Hitting it hard, he went straight through the thin wood, colliding with the assassin and bringing her to the floor.
Thread: The Fallen

She was not ready for what happened. Sure she thought he would attack her as soon as she entered the room...but not before. Surely this would cause a mess, the humans down below them most likely heard what happened. How was she going to explained this? An abusive lover story would not go this far. But it seemed she had more to worry about now, the male now on top of her as she fought to free herself from him. Her spear once more appearing in her hands, but the weapon was not made for close quarter combat. Trying her best to make it work before the Fallen dug his knife into her.
Thread: The Fallen

He struggled to maintain his position on top, realising how fortunate he had been to avoid being killed by her spear as he charged at her. But now, he had the upper hand, he was far too close for her spear to be effective. He raised his blade to strike her, a killing blow to the jugular with celestial silver, one of the few things which coudl kill an immortal. He glanced at her. And realised that she was stunning. She took his breath away, he couuld see beyond the mortal guise, see beyonf the surface beauty, and he looked into her soul and saw a light which he had not seen in milennia, a purity of such gretness that it made him falter. That was his mistake.
Thread: The Fallen

She felt in raise his hand for a killing blow, but it stopped. Enough time for her to roll under him, get her arms free enough to grab him and roll once again. Landing her on top...but she would not stay mounting him. Jumping up lifting her spear above her head to try and strike him. It was clear by the look in her eyes she did not have any thing against him, she was just following orders. No emotion to stop her from trying to dig the tip of her spear into his heart.
Thread: The Fallen

As the spear descends, Tallow lifts his hand and catches the shaft with impossible speed. He slows it right down, stopping it millimeters from his skin. He then contorts his body, swinging himself around and out from under the spear, letting it go so her strength sends it to bury itself in the floor. He leaps to his feet, springing back lightly, and mutters an incantation, short and sharp, in a guttural tounge from before mankind. The force of the words throws her back to collide with the wall, enough force to dent it slightly. The spear flies from her hand into his, where it struggles against his un-holy grip, burning the skin of his hand. Hurling it to the floor, he traps it beneath his boot.
Thread: The Fallen

She hit the wall hard, her head slamming into it just as hard as the rest of her body did. The girl had never felt pain before, the feeling that flowed threw her body quite new to her. Her breathing became deeper, her body sliding off the wall and to the floor below her. Trying to call her spear to her, only to look up and see the Fallen standing on it. Not knowing if he knew what she was, but the wings that appeared on her back would give her away now. A low growl seemed to leave her lips as she rushed him, bring one of her wings to the front of her to help knock him off his feet and free her weapon.