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Thread: The Squire

Sir Ken, was a well known knight in the castle, because of the favor he had recieved from the king from the many things he had done for him to aid him. Little was really know about ken he really kept to himself and did what the king requested, it seemed like the only one who really knew him well was the king himself. The other knights didn't like the fact of how close he was to the king and were jelouse of the wealth he had gathered from the king in aiding him. As he walked threw the busy streets, in just his light leather armor, a sword belted to his hip, one dagger in his boot and one on his other hip. He was no stranger to battle he had been threw many for his age and survived. He stood at about six foot three, brown hair, green eyes, slim and toned, with tight muscles making him look like he was something more of a finessing fighter then a head on overpowering one. Which had gotten him into a lot of bar fights when he was drinking ale and minding his own business. He didn't understand why people always did stupid things when they drink so he was always careful to watch how much he had, after all no one wanted to wake up out in the street who knows what would happen. Ken would normally be heading to the barracks this early in the morning to start his daily training and work outs but today he had to make a stop before that. He was going to be getting a new squire, he never really took them in because they normally lacked the discipline needed to suck seed in what he had to teach them. He truly hoped that this one would be better then the last two he had trained before. As he came to the meeting place and saw the new face, his was kind of disappointed his new squire was small and looked to have little to no muscle at all he would have to work on getting that up fast or he wouldn't survive if he ever went to war. Well he would just have to hope that this boy would show more promise then it looked like he had when he got close he finally asked. You there boy! Are you the new squire that is to be working with me and training?
Thread: The Squire

The disappointment on the knights face enraged her. Her small hand balled into a tight fist and she bit down on her tongue to keep from spewing anything. Magdalene had been known for having a vicious tongue and a temper but she understood whatever let down this man might have had. Richard was a rather impressive youth, already tall and broad at his young age. To think you would be getting a strapping lad and to see a scrawny piece of scrap was likely devastating. Who else would I be? She asked, her words showing some of her smarminess that bubbled and frothed beneath her surface. It was good that he could likely not see all of her face. Those amber eyes of hers were flashing dangerously. Im the only lad here.
Thread: The Squire

Ken looked her over not knowing anything about her real sex, he tilted his head to the side slightly detecting the scorn under her words. Is that so? I was lead to believe I was going to get getting a young strong youth not a scrony little lad like you. I hope your skills and fighting prove to be as good as I was told. He said taking a step closer and looking her over noticing some slight oddities in her appearance but nothing to really give him a good hint yet. So lad are you compitant in maintaining armor and weapons as well as horses, or do you need any lessons in that? He asked trying to get a feel for her to see what kind of commitment he might be able to get out of her and what types of skills she already has, not having the slightest clue of what he was going to be in for when taking in his new squire.
Thread: The Squire

Magdalene knew how to take care of weapons and horses. It was true that she may not have known how to wield a blade to the same level as her brother but she had taken care of his sword and his horse since he first aspired to be a knight. I am quite competent, thank you very much. Her voice was growing more agitated by the second. My father has kept some horses on our small patch of land and I have been handling weapons since a very young age.
Thread: The Squire

He grinned slightly seeing that he had agutated her. Is there something wrong? Do I anger you, with my questions? If so feel free to attack me if you like, I can hear the fire burning in your voice. You don't look like much but I can hear that you are struggling to control yourself. He said openning his arms in invation for her to try something, wanting to gague how foolish and brave she might be. He watched her carefully from where he stood, hoping to see something in her worth pulling out.
Thread: The Squire

I do not wish to fight anyone right now. My sister, if youre inclined to listen to gossip, has passed away. I am most upset. She replied hastily and with a little pain in her voice. It was just a slight distortion of truth and one that she had made sure had spread through her village before she left. A redheaded child was put in the earth and that was all that mattered. Only their family knew who actually laid in the grave. Excuse my serpents tongue.
Thread: The Squire

Ken nodded as she spoke knowing how hard it is to lose someone that was close to you. He shook his head slightly so the memories would not well up on him about the comrads he had lost in the wars he had fought. That is ok I understand.... Well I guess we shall go to my house first to drop off all of your things and then we will go to the barracks and train, then after that we will have brekfast. He said to her, not bothering to look backto make sure that he was being followed by her. Well boy would you care to give me your name? So I don't have to call you boy all the time. He said as they walked deep into the town threw all the houses getting closer and closer to the castle. His house being one of the closest just in case the king ever had need of him, this was a pain but it is the price you paid to be in favor of the king, you had to be close so he could call on you anytime he wanted.
Thread: Wrath of an Archangel (res)

Michael didn't mind Chicago he had come here a several decades ago, hunting an escaped spirit during the Prohibition Era it had been truly a city of lights, ironic given the sin that lurked within the shadows in between, but of course the archangel wasn't particularly interested in the matters of mere men. They could wallow in as much sin as they cared, do whatever they wished to one another as well as themselves in the end, and they would find no punishment in life. It was only after that life came to an end, and they crossed over to the next world, that they would receive their final... reward. Rather, Michael was here for one simple objective to find an escaped soul from that very same reward, a spirit who had enjoyed the hospitality of Hell for many a century. Of course, spending so long there amidst pain and fire only caused the soul to twist all the more sharply, and when they occasionally escaped from their torment, they became both more powerful, and much more destructive, than they had once been the humans referred to them as 'demons.' This particular one had escaped over a year ago, and led him on a merry chase throughout the globe, leaving carnage and devastation in her wake always he had been just one step behind, not even catching a glimpse of her before she escaped through mundane or supernatural means. Not this time, though. Not this fucking time. As the archangel moved through the dark streets of the city, bundled up in a long grey coat and fedora hat he'd picked up that same visit so many years ago, his lips moved silently, working to two purposes he extended tendrils of his will, his very essense, outwards in all directions, tracking and drawing him towards her inexorably it was much the same way he had found her so many time before. But he threw a new enchantment into it one intended to cloud her own senses, to ensure she didn't sense him coming before it was far too late. He didn't want her getting away, not this time, and he knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that when he came within sight of her, she would have no hope, no chance of escape she would be his. He had been on her trail for many a day now, and Michael could feel the distance closing he knew not what she intended, nor how long she would be here, but he wouldn't let her slip away this time. She had left chaos in her wake each time, murders and horrors beyond imagining, and with each disaster he witnessed, his fury only grew... when she fell into his grip, he intended to make her pay for her crimes, quite thoroughly, before sealing her away.
Thread: We only learn as much as we are able to believe.

Spirit guides, Mark said. It all sounded like a bunch of horse crap to him, but here he was, sitting here with an uppity necromancer who had birds grooming his hair. It didn't make any sense to him. If they signed a contract, surely they picked each other? Jones could have gone for something else, but he'd chosen the birds. He frowned. It all sounds too weird for me, he said, shaking his head. He took a sip of his coffee, enjoying the heat of it on his tongue. Jones wasn't good at explaining, and Mark didn't particularly want to understand. If the debt is in blood... could this be what happened here? Some necromancer, or some necromancer's familiar, getting revenge on another necromancer? he asked. He really had no clue. Mark watched Jones take a sip of his coffee, his eyes lingering a moment too long. Funny how cute the other looked, with his birds. No one would suspect he was dangerous, a necromancer of all things. You're married to your birds? Mark asked. It took an effort of will not to make fun of that, but his mirth showed on his face. I'm not so sure it's the necromancer thing that scares people off, now, Jones. He couldn't imagine sharing someone with birds, no less. Fucking annoying things. Apprenticeships instead of school - that was some old-fashioned, weird shit right there. Mark didn't even want to get into that stuff. Luckily, he was saved by the pancakes arriving. Mark immediately doused his in maple syrup and dug in. Maybe they put us together because we both fuck men, he suggested.
Thread: We only learn as much as we are able to believe.

It could be, Dominic admitted, shifting uncomfortably in the chair at that idea. It would not be a good one. He would not like to be involved. On the other hand, if it is that... Then it is none of our business. Your laws don't cover such things. It wasn't possible to imprison or punish a being that was not entirely flesh. Dominic hadn't even realised that he had used 'your' in front of the concept of law. Sometimes he slipped up that way. When one of his birds nipped his ear sharply, he wasn't sure why. He scowled at the incredibly stupid question, and resisted the urge to give a lecture in return. This was why most users thought that it was too much trouble to date normal people. Explanations. There were, of course, a few weirdoes who refused their own powers and pretended that they were completely ordinary... It worked too, if the power was only small. He just waved his hand vaguely in response, and almost knocked over his coffee, having to make a grab for it so it didn't spill. Thank god that the arrival of the pancakes ended that conversation. He put slightly less maple syrup on his own pancakes, and offered a piece to the birds before beginning to eat. It wasn't good for them, but every once in a while it was fine... Dominic choked on his first bite. He coughed and had to take a few gulps of coffee to get it down. Who just said that on their first day of work together? It took a while to entirely compose himself, while the lovebirds decided to steal all the strawberries off his plate. I thought that workplace relationships were frowned upon. Oh crap, he just tried to flirt. How embarassing .
Thread: We only learn as much as we are able to believe.

Mark wasn't sure that he ever approved of murder being outside of the law, but at least if that was what this was, he wouldn't have to trouble himself with it. He cut into his pancakes, taking a huge bite. Jones choking on his own bite made him look up - ah, he'd probably said something inappropriate. He had a tendency to do that. He chewed and swallowed his bite, looking over at the other male. Jones' reply took him aback slightly. He scanned the other's form - his type, really. If you took away all the magic crap, he might be interested. In a flash, he wondered what it would be like for Jones to fuck him. He wondered if the other even went that way, or if he bottomed. He wondered if the fucking birds would stay outside the room. I don't have relationships, I have men that fuck me, he said, taking a sip of his coffee, looking at Jones consideringly. Sometimes, men that fuck me regularly. But that wasn't what I meant - I meant that, maybe they thought we'd get on more. God knows homophobia is pretty rampant in the police force.
Thread: We only learn as much as we are able to believe.

You have men that fuck you, Dominic repeated vaguely, surprised by the words. Well, that was sort of interesting information. It meant it might be easy to get some. Possibly. Not that Dominic was that good at casual sex necromancers tended to be so paranoid it seemed to run in the genetics, and Dominic was no exception. He always wondered whether a new partner would try to murder him for his secrets straight afterwards. It happens once, and it ruins a person forever. I haven't had that problem. Being a necromancer was much worse than being gay, and just as unnatural in some people's eyes. Except, necromancers supposedly had the ability to kill people with a word. They didn't, but most of Dominic's kind saw absolutely no need to enlighten the ignorant about that one. One advantage of necromancy, I suppose, he said, slightly amused. Funnily enough, he hadn't had one experience of homophobia. People saw that he was followed by the familiars, and faces changed. When I was a kid, me and my brother used to go and heckle the fascist party meetings. Take granny's ashes and ask a spirit to inhabit them. Ash ghosts do fuck all, but they sure do scare people.
Thread: We only learn as much as we are able to believe.

I do, Mark said, stretching his long legs out beneath the table. That wasn't something he outright told a lot of people. He didn't exactly hide it, but he didn't tell people. Some part of him wanted to shock Jones, to get under his skin. Maybe he just wanted to find out what made the other man tick. Maybe it was something more than that. He cut up another huge bite of pancake and shoved it into his mouth, looking across at the other male. Mm, I suppose being a necromancer is further up on the 'freaking people out' list than being gay is, Mark said. He stared at Jones. But you don't help your case by doing weird shit like inhabiting your grandmother's ashes with some freaky ass ghost. Mark made a face. He couldn't help but be slightly amused, but really. Jones didn't do himself any favours. Mark took another sip of his coffee. Hard to get partners, a big guy like me. Sexual partners, I mean. I don't exactly fit the... uh... average role for my preferences. He shrugged. Little easier when I was younger. What about you?
Thread: We only learn as much as we are able to believe.

Necromancer family, Dominic admitted. Grandma left me her finger-bones in her will you should have seen the lawyer read that one out... Wasn't something he said often either. It wasn't easy either. Uh. He was being asked about his sex life, in a strangely frank way. Er. People don't normally ask about this. It was more the 'do you have zombie servants'? Usually it's all 'do you fuck corpses' and all that. He smiled awkwardly, more used to answering stupid questions than actual ones, for all that it irritated him. Oh, for fucks sake- Dominic had to stop and wave a bird off his pancake. You'll get too fat to fly, stupid thing. It was actually quite a good pause while he thought about the question. Back to Mark, he answered finally, I can't complain. Quality rather than quantity and all that. And out of interest, what are your 'preferences'?
Thread: We only learn as much as we are able to believe.

Christ. A while family of you guys? That's like some freaky ass TV show right there, Mark said, snorting. He finished his pancakes with one last huge bite and pushed his plate away. Mark leaned back in his seat and picked up his coffee cup, warming his hands around it as he looked over at the other. That hadn't really answered his question, but he let it slide for now. I thought that was obvious, he said. I like to be fucked. He took a sip of his coffee and looked at Jones levelly, daring the other to laugh or say anything. I like to be fucked by youngish, pretty men who are kind of faggy. He raked his eyes over the other male, then smirked - funny how Jones went into all three categories. Well, maybe not that faggy, but getting there. At least in Mark's opinion. And I wasn't asking about the quality of your sex life. I was more asking if you top or bottom. Or both. What do you like?
Thread: We only learn as much as we are able to believe.

It's more complicated than that. My mother isn't. She doesn't talk to me any more ever since dad died... Dominic had to shrug, gesturing with his fork. And one of my sisters is an accountant. Said she wanted no blood, bones or corpses, cut up or otherwise. Funny when rebellion in a family consisted of studying accountancy. I just wanted you to say it, he replied. Fuck, ow! One of the birds had bit his finger so hard that it was now bleeding. They thought these attempts at flirting were an absolutely terrible idea, so Dominic flicked the perpetrator, which cheeped with irritation, looking terribly vicious for such a small bird, and perched on the other side of the table. Sometimes one, sometimes the other. Depends how annoying they are. Obviously, not so easy to be fucked by someone if they're all tied up. He was beginning to relax more now, that he had breakfast and some coffee, that he was more awake, and that it turned out his new partner was not a complete arsehole.
Thread: We only learn as much as we are able to believe.

It seemed that every family had their black sheep. Even if a necromancer's was one that wanted to go into accounting. From necromancer to accountant - well, Mark couldn't knock her choice to go for a less exciting profession. I'm sorry to hear about your mother, he said, with genuine warmth in his voice. He could sympathise with that - some of his family had refused to speak to him after he'd come out as gay. No one in his immediate family, thankfully. Jones wanted to hear him say it - and that was definitely, definitely flirting. Seemed like the birds didn't approve of that. Mark snorted, watching the other with interest. He reached across the table, capturing Jones' wrist. Let me see, he said, tugging. He examined the wound, reaching for a napkin and dabbing at it. It was nothing, but the contact felt good. Should spray that with disinfectant or something, birds are dirty. Mark looked up, letting go of Jones' hand. The mention of bondage made him shift. He crossed one leg over the other and finished his coffee, setting it down on the table. Do you... uh... make it a habit to tie people up?
Thread: We only learn as much as we are able to believe.

Hey, don't speak about them like that. They shower as often as I do. Touchy about the birds still. In a way, Mark had to court both Dominic and his birds. It was a very strange life, and it must have been a sight to see in Dominic's bathroom every day. They just worry about me. A bit like having over-protective siblings. You don't have to be concerned. I can't actually die of disease. Unless someone murders us, we necromancers have long and very healthy lives... It was the source of the immortality myth, from ancient times when illnesses due to poor hygiene and lack of clean water meant average life expectancy was less than forty. Not a habit. Once or twice. If they deserve it. Or can't keep still. He finished off his pancakes. So what is your problem with birds? If we are, you know, going to get more intimate at some point, it might be a problem.
Thread: We only learn as much as we are able to believe.

Mark was almost disappointed to hear that it wasn't a habit - there was something delightful about being tied up. Your birds worry about you, he said in a flat voice, shaking his head. That was a little insane, but looking at them, Mark could believe it. They just looked intelligent. Familiars were creepy as all hell. Christ, you're direct, Mark said. He'd been flirting a little, sure - they both had. That didn't mean he wanted to jump into bed with the guy. Mark shrugged, rolling his shoulders uneasily. I don't really have a problem with birds, he said. You're just touchy about it, and it's fun to tease you. He waved the waitress over for the check. If anything, I have a problem with familiars. And if we did get more... intimate, as you put it. It wouldn't go further than sex. I don't want to get involved with anyone, nevermind a user.
Thread: We only learn as much as we are able to believe.

Nevermind a user? Dominic was abruptly disappointed. If only Mark hadn't added that last part. The birds gave him a look that was distinctly 'we told you so'. And there was me thinking you'd have 'sensitivity' to the issues, or some such crap. It's not like Mark would have to worry about how the children might turn out, or what happens when a blood-witch was on her period. That was harsh, man. Straight for the throat. It was probably an offhand comment, but it still hurt a little. Was he not human enough? Maybe Dominic was not touchy about his sexuality, but he certainly found it very difficult not to be twitchy about being dumped for his magic. It had happened often enough to matter. I prefer more long term arrangements, anyway. Apparently Mark had managed to slap down most of Dominic's interest. By long-term, he meant that he liked to have relationships. He had parrots as familiars it did say at least one thing about his personality. He liked to live in a flock.
Thread: We only learn as much as we are able to believe.

No, that's not what I meant, Mark said. I mean, I guess it was what I meant, but I mean it when I say I'm not looking for a relationship with anyone. Not even someone that's not a user, you know? He shrugged awkwardly - there was a difference between teasing and bickering with Jones and leading him on, then hurting his feelings. Mark was a stupid dick sometimes, but he didn't like to be cruel. You said yourself, you don't have a relationship with people that don't use. I've never had one with someone that does, and I don't even know you. Christ, this was awkward. And it's not like we see eye to eye on shit. Mark hesitated, then paid the bill for their food - a kind of peace offering. He left a tip, too. I like long term arrangements, too. I've been letting the same guy fuck me for months, now. We're just... not boyfriends.