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Thread: Catch you, Catch me! [[Haruki /Ketsu]]

Matt had no idea what was going on. He just got the rather excited call and text message from his cosplaying friend, Anna, whom he suggested take up one of his favorite females from the anime world for this years convention that was coming up. He didn't think she'd actually be wearing it. Yet that's what he finds when going to answer the door. He was just in simple beige khaki pants and a sweatshirt, and she was looking so close to the spitting image of one Sakura Kinomoto, he couldn't even tell it was Anna at first. His eyes look her over, taking in the hair, dress and shoes, but also looking to her legs, curious how they looked and moved. W.well, this is a nice surprise. he said, smiling and nodding, stepping aside to let Anna in. In staring at her, he also was curious how tall she was to his 5'8 height.
Thread: Catch you, Catch me! [[Haruki /Ketsu]]

Anna's smaller frame was about 5'1 as she looked up at him, a wide smile on her face. She walked into his house, the dress swishing again as she walked. She turned around, twirling slightly, her dress lifting up, nearly showing the bloomers under it. With the high amount of tulle she had to have bloomers, as awkward as they felt to her, she beamed at Matt. So How do you like it? She asks in excitement, he was the one she had to impress the most. She nearly started to bounce up and down in her spot again, she didn't know why but the dress made her feel like she should be bouncing. It was so light and airy, it was hardly heavy at all, which would be good for running around in at the Convention.
Thread: Catch you, Catch me! [[Haruki /Ketsu]]

Obviously, Matt took a liking to the cosplayer's smaller frame and the character she was dressed as. He caught a quick glance of said bloomers.....she was either unintentionally teasing him or she was serious. When she bounced in place, Matt stepped closer and pulled Anna into a hug, snuggling her small body. Of course, I love it, Anna. It's like Sakura jumped out of my TV. Though of course at least you're of age to have fun with. Plus she's a strong-willed girl. Thank goodness you stay away from the airheads that are so popular. As he kept looked Anna over, Matt grew more impatient. He wanted a way to take some advantage of Anna, to act out a fantasy he's had for a while, especially with someone cosplaying this character. To force himself onto her body...it was his desire.
Thread: Catch you, Catch me! [[Haruki /Ketsu]]

Anna, not knowing of the thoughts in his head, laughed as he snuggled her into his body. Quit playing around Matt! You wouldn't take advantage of me! She giggled, he would never be about to do that to her, they were friends. You know I can't stand the airheads that are so popular, I like strong willed girls, just like Sakura! Now careful! Your going to squish my dress. She says, half mock scolding him as she pushed him away from her. She turned around fixing her skirt in places, as she turned her back to him. How's the back look? Its not pulled up and showing something it shouldn't be, right?
Thread: Catch you, Catch me! [[Haruki /Ketsu]]

Matt never thought this time would come, but now here it was. Right before his eyes, Anna turned to show him her backside as she fixed her skirt. He stared for a long moment before he approached from behind. No no, it's fine Anna. Oh, wait, you missed a spot. He took his chance and got up close behind Anna. in truth, her cosplay was just fine. Nothing was out of place. He just needed a damn good excuse to get close enough for his next move. Without warning to Anna, Matt reaches up and grasps onto her shoulders, jumping up and mounting the Sakura cosplayer's back for a ride.
Thread: Catch you, Catch me! [[Haruki /Ketsu]]

Anna squealed as Matt jumped on her, arms flailing out as she nearly screamed her head off, as her hand flailed around her hand opened, throwing her wand away from her. Matt!! What the heck are you doing! She says nearly falling forward, toppling over forward onto the ground with him pinning her to the ground. get off me! I'm so much shorter then you! You should know better then to try to take a piggy back ride! She yelled flailing around under him more, she was angry, what he had now messed up her dress?! What would she do!
Thread: Catch you, Catch me! [[Haruki /Ketsu]]

Despite Anna's complaining, Matt still wanted to attempt a ride upon the cosplayer. He 'had' seen it done before, and it was a deep fantasy of his. Uhh, oops? Sorry!! I just always wanted to do that. I seen it done before. Maybe I was just too quick and you weren't ready. Slowly and hesitantly, he moves off Anna's back and helps her up to her feet. His hands go about, fixing up her dress, straightening it out. He then turns her around and smiles down to her. Do forgive me, please.
Thread: Catch you, Catch me! [[Haruki /Ketsu]]

Anna was hauled off the floor by her friend, he went around fixing her dress as she pouted slightly, that had squished her breasts against the floor, which hurt. As he asked for forgiveness, she could only loose her pout, replace it with a smile and nod. Alright, I'll forgive you this once. She says waggling her finger out to him. So you like the cosplay. Your the first person to see it. I made it all on my own. I can't wait for the convention! She says excited.
Thread: Catch you, Catch me! [[Haruki /Ketsu]]

Matt stops once he's behind Anna again. He knew he couldn't really be upon her in that first way he wanted, but he still wanted to be close, and to have his hands on her body. Just be ready for that sort of thing at the convention. he points out in reference to what he'd done. His hand takes hers and he gazes down to her. So what do you want to do now?
Thread: Catch you, Catch me! [[Haruki /Ketsu]]

Anna tilted her head slightly. They're jump on me?! If that's the case I'll need to be able to be careful.. I don't want to fall and rip my dress... Matt you'll help me right? She asks blinking her pretty eyes up at him. Help me be able to at least carry you for a couple of minutes.. I don't want to fall.. I would hurt myself for sure! She mentioned knowing it would actually happen with her small frame, she wasn't that strong physical wise.
Thread: Catch you, Catch me! [[Haruki /Ketsu]]

Ah, but you just said you couldn't do it. Or perhaps maybe I was just too fast for you. Let's just wait a bit, maybe I'll try later. Still holding onto her hand, Matt walks over towards the nearest chair and then looks to the Sakura cosplayer. How about taking a load off your feet for a bit first? He looked down to her feet, then up a bit, wanting to see how she'd go to sit down.
Thread: Catch you, Catch me! [[Haruki /Ketsu]]

Anna skipped over to the chair and sat down, her thighs closed, her knees closed together and her calves closed as well, slightly off to the side. She looked up at Matt smiling as she did, she was pleased with herself. I'm able to pull her off pretty well right? She asked while standing up slightly to fix her dress and have it puff out around her body on top of the chair cushion.
Thread: Catch you, Catch me! [[Haruki /Ketsu]]

Matt waited and watched Anna as she went to fix her dress before sitting back down like she had before. He nods and smiles down to her. Yes, you are, quite well Anna. You're the cutest Sakura I've seen. Once she was settled back down, Matt went ahead and took his seat. Obviously there was no room in the chair, so he just goes for it, taking a seat upon the cosplayer's lap.
Thread: Catch you, Catch me! [[Haruki /Ketsu]]

Anna looked up as Matt sat on her lap, it was a bit of a surprise but she didn't mind to much. Your sitting on my lap Matt. You seem so very different today, can I ask why? She asked looking up at him. Her little hat was tilted back slightly, no bobby pins holding it against her wig, she was lucky it was still on her head after they tumbled over onto the floor. Her dress was soft to the touch, almost a silky touch the pink part was, while the white of her puffy shoulders were a soft cotton.
Thread: Catch you, Catch me! [[Haruki /Ketsu]]

Different? Oh, well..... Matt hesitated for a moment while he squirms some upon Anna's lap, getting himself comfortable upon the layered dress. His hands go down to hold onto her knees for a moment....mostly to feel whatever it was covering her legs there. He then turns his head slightly to look down to her better. I have a thing for those who dress up like this.
Thread: Catch you, Catch me! [[Haruki /Ketsu]]

Anna's jaw dropped open slightly hearing him say he had a thing for people who dress up like she was. It took a couple of minutes before she put two and two together. Is that why you told me I would look good as Sakura? She asks eyes wide. His hand on her knees came in contact with soft white stockings that were under her dress, as he shifted around to get more comfortable he ruffled her dress up.
Thread: Catch you, Catch me! [[Haruki /Ketsu]]

Matt winks at Anna and squirms a bit more, basically taking up her whole lap. He shifts upon her legs some more....comfortable now, but trying to push his luck to see how she'd react. You look good either way, as Sakura or normally. Hehe, now, I still wanted to try having you carry me of course. He was watching and listening for any reaction to him shifting on her. He was always curious if he was at all heavy for her legs.
Thread: Catch you, Catch me! [[Haruki /Ketsu]]

Anna wiggled slightly under him as he took up all of her lap, her dress was being pushed up slowly as well. M-matt.. your squirming is making my legs hurt.. She says while opening her legs slightly to lower the presser of him sitting on her. Was Matt hitting on her by the wink? She couldn't understand what was going on.
Thread: Catch you, Catch me! [[Haruki /Ketsu]]

Matt was indeed hitting on Anna. He squirms more at feeling her legs move under him, but after a moment, he rose up to his feet and turned around to face Anna, smiling down at her. Come on, may as well try what I was going to earlier. You did say you needed to get used to it in case some fan of Sakura came running and glomped you. he said, nodding. Reaching down, he grabs the cosplayer's hands and pulls her up to her feet.
Thread: Catch you, Catch me! [[Haruki /Ketsu]]

Anna was pulled up after he stood up, she blushed deeply red, her white bloomers had been exposed from his squirming around on her lap. She nodded her head slightly while turning around. Alright, I'll be ready this time. She says with a nod, pulling her dress back down slightly.
Thread: Catch you, Catch me! [[Haruki /Ketsu]]

Matt waits and watches Anna as she straightened out the dress. Once she turned around and said she'd be ready, he steps up closer and puts his hands onto Anna's shoulders. He then did what he'd longed to do for a while now having seen it done by other cosplayers in general. He hops up onto Anna's back, wanting another try of riding on a cosplayer.
Thread: Catch you, Catch me! [[Haruki /Ketsu]]

Anna grabbing a hold of his legs, staggering forward slightly a couple of steps, her little red shoes glossy as she stared at the ground trying to find her balance. Anna's little hat fell off her wig and to the ground slightly, she shuffled it out of the one with one foot while making small steps around his living room. See? I told you I could do it! I just.. needed to be warned before hand.. She huffs out slightly, his larger body was heavy but she was managing to do this. The white tulle of her dress started to itch through her white stockings, she ignored it while his hands held her shoulders, the white fabric puffed up on her shoulders, soft to the touch. A-are you happy now? She was starting to struggle again.
Thread: Catch you, Catch me! [[Haruki /Ketsu]]

Happy was not the word for it. All this physical activity was making Matt quite aroused. He could easily feel Anna's body....her hips still having that slight sway despite his heavier weight upon her back. Her small steps didn't make him bounce, but at least he's able to keep his legs close against her waist as she held onto them. Leaning forward slightly, Matt couldn't help as a soft moan escapes. Then she would feel something else....a pulsing motion against the small of her back. Mmm, you can stop and let me down when back at the couch, Anna. And yse, you can do anything if you try, though again I should have warned you earlier with that first attempt. Sorry for that.
Thread: Catch you, Catch me! [[Haruki /Ketsu]]

Anna blushed feeling something pulsing near the small of her back, she tired not to think about what it was but was hard to not know what it was. Turning around she made her steps back to the couch and turned around ready to let him down, the pulsing on her back was distracting her and slightly arousing since she knew what was going on with him. She let her hands go of his legs so he could get down and lowered her body slightly, her rear end sticking out slightly to let him down. It's alright.
Thread: Bride of the Spider God (The Waiting Disaster and Macha)

The tavern was full. Men pressed closely together, united by their desire for strong drink and the buxom serving wenches who squeezed their way through the crowds, trays held skilfully high enough not to bump heads or spill watered ale. Tarantia was equally full, every adventurer, treasure-hunter, sword-for-hire and thief within three-hundred miles had flocked to the capital, eager to hear whatever it was that Numedides II was willing to pay a fortune in gold and jewels for. The summons had come a month earlier, an official decree in every city and town in Aquilonia, the kings own guard, the Black Dragons, nailing proclamations to the walls of the town halls, taverns, even temples were ordered to carry notices declaring that King Numedides II was recruiting mercenaries, whatever their character, and would pay handsomely for a job well done. The details were sketchy at best, wild rumours flew about the city as to what the work would actually entail and one voice rose above the others in the tavern. Spying, said one man, a thick-set Zingaran pirate with a gold tooth and a scar on his left cheek. Why else would the king not use his own guard for the job? Ye cant trace hired swords as easily. I reckon weve got ourselves a treasure hunt, replied a tall Zembabwan, his bare chest glistening in the warmth of the inn like polished ebony, The king is after a jewel or some rare metal. Something thatll make what were getting for the job seem like small change. Youre wrong, grinned a wiry Hyrkanian armed with an unstrung bow, He wants someone done in. His grin broadened and he drew his thumb across his throat. Other voices chimed in and argued, the words fading to a background drone as two figures who had managed to secure themselves a rickety table sat and listened without commenting. One was a large woman, taller than the other women present, and indeed than most of the men. Her shoulders were broad, arms and legs well-muscled without being gross and her bronze skin showed old healed scars from long-ago battles. Her hair was long and black, worn in a series of tangled dreadlocks that hung to her waist and tied with a few bits of carved bone and feathers in a barbaric fashion. The womens eyes were deep grey and serious, yet laughter lines were prominent around them and her mouth, which carried a silver stud through her lower lip. Resting against the wall by where she sat was a huge battleaxe which, despite the razor sharp edge, looked well-used. The womans gaze was on the room, watching and vaguely listening to the speculation and she shrugged when the individual bits of conversation faded out, lost by the noise of the crowd. What do you think Camae? she asked, turning to look at her comrade.
Thread: Bride of the Spider God (The Waiting Disaster and Macha)

Sharp gray eyes surveyed the crowd as those in the mass spoke. Tightly pursed lips sipped at the pitifully watered down drink which he had been surved by a buxom young serving-girl. Deft fingers of the free hand twirled a small, roughly-carved knife of hand-made origins, the tip occasionally heard grazing the wood of the table as it did so. Pausing at the words, the knife was caught halfway through one of it's rotations, with the tip of the blade resting on a thumb visibly scored by the force of a taught bow. A small smirk crossed those same pursed lips that moments before had been sipping at the drink, a soft voice stained with a distinctly foreign accent came across the rim of mug. I think -- That grin broadened, -- I think our king wants to cause trouble for somebody. A chuckle, Or somebody's giving him the trouble. It was safe to say that Camae was the polar opposite of his female companion. While she was a tall, masculine goddess wielding what Camae lovingly referred to as her double-headed decapitator, he was short, more lithe and agiliy inclined, and against his leg rested a well-crafted bpw and sternly strung bow-string. His skin was well-tanned from time spent on the coasts, with hair that was a mix of a rusty brown and a dark blonde, tied back in a long pony-tail that stopped just below his shoulder blades, his slim and pointed jaw-line visibly lacking a recent shave, and being almost heavily clothed compared to many of the patrons boots adorned with straps and fur within, rusty-colored leather pants, an incredibly baggy gray shirt with sleeves down to the man's elbows, and a recently repaired vambrace on his right arm designed to protect the sensitive veins within his wrist from a bow's harsh wrath. On a simple leather belt he wore was his quiver, with belt aslo sporting an empty slot for the knife he held, and three of it's twins. So most definitely not like the axe-wielding woman beside him. I think we should see what it's about. I hardly think these cut-purses in this place stand much of a chance. His grin remained there as he sat his drink down, After all, I'm here.
Thread: Bride of the Spider God (The Waiting Disaster and Macha)

Then Numedides had better count his teeth when were though, the barbarian said, And his daughters. The rest of her muttered words were lost in the depths of the leather cup as she took a long draught of the weak ale. The better inns were well prepared for the influx of fighting men and women, removing the drinking vessels made of metal and ceramic and replacing them with something less lethal. The pewter they usually carried could be used to stove in an enemys head, and shards of broken pottery held a keen enough edge to cut through skin. The stitched leather would collapse if used as a bludgeon and the ale was carefully diluted to the point of flavoured water. They hadnt counted on the relaxed weapons laws and the jugs of imported spirits being sold in less reputable riverside taverns, and despite their efforts, drunken and heavily armed warriors lurched from tavern to brothel and back again. Macha drained the cup and placed it on the table. A smiling barmaid appeared through the crowds and offered to refill it but the barbarian put her hand over the lip of the cup and shook her head. It may be as weak as cats piss but Id rather hear every word of Numedides proposal and not the fuzz in my own head. As she spoke there was a sudden scuffle towards the door and the blast of a horn echoed above the noise in the tavern. The drunken adventurers were exiting, pushing their way into the streets as men in the polished black armour of the Black Dragon Legion rode up and began sectioning them into groups to be brought before the king. Macha pushed back the low stool she was perched on and reached for her labrys. Cmon, were being called.
Thread: Bride of the Spider God (The Waiting Disaster and Macha)

The fuzz in my head sounds more intersting than some noble speech. Camae replied. With that, he quickly finished the contents of the cup, and threw it rather lazily down to the table. Rising up, he retrieved his bow, kicked his chair back in with one booted foot, and turned to the door as the other patrons of the establishment began heading out the door to the streets. It was there that he could catch glimpses over the heads in the crowds of that instantly recognizable polished black armor that had been seen all over the place as of recently. He tried to stay near Macha, of course using the simple appearance of a large, muscular, and axe-wielding woman to make the crowds part as he felt himself get ushered to whatever group it was that the Legionairies felt was appropriate for him. He had his right hand on his bow-string the entire time, keeping the same arme looped through it as he went through the jumbles of people who had yet to be grouped still sticking close to Macha. I feel like cattle. He remarked irritatedly to Macha, speaking just loud enough for her to hear him over the crowd.
Thread: Bride of the Spider God (The Waiting Disaster and Macha)

Hmm, the woman grunted in agreement as they moved towards a knight sat atop a chestnut coloured horse, a plume of scarlet feathers exploding from the crest of his black helm. He jabbed his gauntleted finger at them and about a dozen other adventurers and indicated they should follow him as he wheeled his mount around and sat off at a walk along a wide main road which led up to the palace. Macha took her time, hanging at the back to give her the opportunity to look about Tarantia as they walked. Tall walls of thick yellowish stone, bleached by the sun to a paler creamy colour encircled the city in several rings with equally thick hardwood doors and iron portcullis for the gateways. Everywhere the presence of the guard could be felt, especially as they entered the palace courtyard. Its well defended, she remarked to Camae, Numedides cant fear invasion and wed make a ragtag army of looters and deserters anyway. Must be some kind of sneak job. The enclosed inner courtyard was dimmer and cooler than the bright city streets, and Macha heard the running water before they came to the fountains and pleasure gardens. There was no sign of the famed veiled slaves brought in from Koth and Shem and Macha assumed they had been secreted away from the sight of hundreds of lusty men. She cracked a grin at Camae. Numedidess slaves must be in his harem, better luck next time.
Thread: Bride of the Spider God (The Waiting Disaster and Macha)

Camae had never been a fan of guards. If he had been a dog, or perhaps some othe ranimal, his hair would have been standing up on end as the group went down the street, and the closest equivelant was the fact that the archer's head seemed to be on a constant swivvle as they walked. Not taking as much time to enjoy the surroundings as his friend, he still lingered at the back of the group watching every person who might have been a guard -- which was just about everybody who wasn't either in the cluster of cut-throats and thieves, or staring at it from the windows and doorways of the surrounding homes. Regardless, he still felt relatively safe from any sword-wielding guardsman who wanted his head put on a pike for all to see. If he couldn't get the man at range, then he had a woman wielding a huge axe if they tried to get close to them. Then again, Macha was the kind of person who would -- He was instantly snapped from his own internal monologue as said ax-wielding barbarian spoke up. Aye. He probably wants sell-swords so whoever he wants dead can't find out if we fail. He shrugged, Or he just doesn't want to spend money on his own fancy guards. It was then that, he too, noticed the distinct lack of the famed slaves about the garden, Well, damn. Here I am hoping for a quick swing, too. He chuckled, Well it's better this way. Women have a problem with resisting my charms. A small, low chuckle followed.