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Thread: The Gift [DirtyNerd x sweettea203]

The very tone of Arcadias voice sent chills down her spine. Adeline tried not to flinch. She wasnt scared, exactly. At least, she would never admit to being scared. But she was certain, with every bone in her body that struggled not to quiver as Arcadia casted dark looks at her, that she was very intimidated by the man. At her side her hands curled into fists, her nails digging in to the tender skin of her palms in an attempt to calm her. For a moment she nearly thought the demon would attack his new gift, and a breath of magic wavered at her fingertips before he leaned back in his seat. Not that the magic would do anything to him other than momentarily stun him at her audacity, but the feeling of her power gave her strength. The Ikante witches had once been the most powerful of covens, leading the other witches in times of both darkness and peace. There was a time when they reigned at the side of kings and emperors. But those days had long passed, and somehow the Ikante witches found themselves being hunted by every creature living in the mortal world. They were known for being irresistible to demons, possessing a dark beauty that few had the will to pass by. Adeline didnt dare to move an inch as Arcadia stalked around her. When Adeline realized he was trying to tempt her with bribes, she nearly laughed. She knew what she was losing when she had made her deal with Dura. She didnt struggle against his grasp, but remained perfectly still. Ive already made one deal with a demon, Adeline remarked dryly, and I have no desire to make another. One deal with a demon was dangerous enough, but bearing Arcadias mark would interfere with her commitment to Dura. And that would result in certain death. I wonder why you are so keen for me to be marked as your possession, she mused quietly. Arcadia wanted her, and badly, but to what ends? Ive changed my mind. I will offer a different proposition, my lord. She smiled sweetly. Release me from my bonds to Dura, and I will bear any mark you so desire. If Arcadia agreed, then Adeline would have a fighting chance to win her freedom and life back in the mortal realms. Returning to her home one day was worth more than an eternity of speaking to her coven as a shadow.
Thread: Shouldering the Weight of the World

Ivan sighed at the thought of what he must do and how he had gotten here. As an apprentice he had learned all he could theory, rules, and forms could only get one so far. Practical application was the next step. He needed a way to practice his craft safely and the Teen Brigade seemed like the best way to go about it... Plenty of meat heads to stand in front taking all the punishment while he conjured havoc from behind. But now he would have to wear something reveling in order to do it... What price power? It was not as though he was ashamed of himself. At 6'2 180 he was quite the vision... And why not his blond hair, piercing violet eyes, and muscular frame were a far cry from when he started out. The short skinny boy had grown into the hunk many of the girls were ogling overnight. Literally overnight, he was simply to involved with his studies and already knew that they would be looking for eye candy. His first forays into the discipline of transmutation were an arousing success. He would have to create a solid history no one wanted to hear about the boy from the suburbs who ran away from a foster home only to be picked up trying to steal gems in an occult book store. He would need something far more mysterious people expected magic to come with a long backstory and not much work, it was magic after all you were supposed to just twiddle your fingers and get whatever you wanted never mind the overwhelming amount of study and meditation. The books in his pack are getting heavy as that White woman finishes her speech... Finally time to go in and set up.
Thread: Shouldering the Weight of the World

Ivan is annoyed as some of his books and ingredients drop out of the bag. After retrieving them he settles a level gaze on meat-head number one. Nice body on the guy handsome enough face too, likely homophobic. As his calculating gaze turns to her wait she has a bulge... ha! still a strikingly beautiful girl and one who looks smart as well she will give this new guy hell if Ivan is friendly to her. He gives a half grin and decides to make friends. No I do not know who you are however if our collision was my fault then I apologize. My name is Ivan and you two? I was on my way to the outfitters simple because I feel I could use an update. If either of you are more familiar with this campus then I would greatly appreciate directions. I am new to this area my master just released me from our pocket dimension so am a little unaware of the customs of this realm what is a dork? Ivan gives his best innocent face all the while waiting and calculating how best to turn this to an advantage. He turns to get out of their way still looking at them as if hoping they will offer to help with directions.
Thread: Shouldering the Weight of the World

Ivan looks taken aback and hurt at how Jr. reacts it is a calculated response. He reaches over and patts Ariel on the back. I dont think you would have been his type unless shape shifting is in your power-set honestly. He is going to bounce around whoring himself out and using his fathers name to get people to sleep with him. After the first time he will probably move on. Unless you just wanted something quick with no substance.... What exactly is it that you are looking for in a guy? Maybe I could try to help you find someone suitable. Also I would be happy to explain humanity to you maybe make it so that you integrate better. Each human is slightly different however they tend toward stereotypical categories. What you had there is a high school jock. What they typically look for most in females are attractive looks. They tend to be less intelligent and want a female who will agree with whatever they say and make them feel smarter because at their core their insecurities are based in that lack of intellect. In other words if you had wanted to stay with that particular man you would have had to agree with everything he said and when he suggested a course of action simply followed along with it despite what you would have preferred to do. Now if you want him above any of the others... Well I guess we could work on getting him back but there are other guys who would love to have you. Come on lets get to that outfitters... Though I think they will like your costume if you want a change be firm and insistent. Ivan starts back walking on his way he makes sure to note where of Jr's location. Hmmm getting an idea from the name Ivan mutters a few words under his breath attempting a stealthy spell Jr. equipment is going to start living up to his name not his legacy at least until he apologizes to Ariel and Ivan is satisfied he is truly remorseful.
Thread: Shouldering the Weight of the World

Ivan eyes the bedazzled feathered monstrosity with obvious distaste. Moves past it to the second finding it too confining for the required movements. At the last option he finally brightens. No most guys go for whatever fits their particular style and ignore women's fashion entirely, honestly the most interest many guys give women's clothing is how to best get it off. This will do. Indicating the tux I doubt the hat will stay on but the cane I might be able to enchant I can add my own personalized runes to the cloak... Silver should work best for this material also helps stabilize in flight. Are the cloths mine and therefor something I may personalize or will I need to give them back? Turning back to Ariel. You never did tell me what you were looking for in a guy I could help there. On earth there it is all but traditional to have someone help you when selecting a mate. Years ago you would go to someone and they would match you up with a suitable person. Today we use wing-men, people who will help and offer advice, or the internet. Also I can tell you really are not from here so I might be able to help some with that problem you have with understanding the more obscure elements of modern earth culture. I had planned to unpack shall we meet back later or would you rather go somewhere and talk?
Thread: Shouldering the Weight of the World

Dalia Varro, stood barefoot at the far end of the line from the older woman as she berated them for their lack of training and talent. She did put on a good show of being imposing, but she was no drill instructor, that much was obvious. Majnun, she muttered quietly at the whole speech. Dalai stood tall, at a full 5'10, and wore, frankly, the most skintight outfit she could have conceived of a diving suit which stopped at just past her shoulders and just below her knees. She was barefoot, and had the front of the suit unzipped to bare her upper chest and neck to the sun. Her mocha bronzed skin felt warm to the touch and she just... basked. Dalia was entirely new on the scene, she grew up an orphan in Saudi Arabia and acted as a miscreant, ne'er-do-well, and petty thief to survive for a while, but fled across the ocean in search of a new life. It wasn't until the ship sank that she realized her status as a meta-human. She could breathe in water, and in fact in most hostile environments, and had a second eyelid that acted as a transparent membrane. Additionally, over time, she realized she had the ability to summon water, or open portals to watery locations, and summon creatures from the ocean. Additionally, daily training kept her strong, fast, and agile. She'd agreed to sign on with the team solely to find purpose. Being a water-based creature in a desert country wasn't much of an identity her past being filled with angry men and women keeping her down for being an orphan and a trouble maker only made her rather cold to the world. The jock walked off with the dark lady, and the pretty looking alien creature and the magi had gone off another direction. I swear if they dress my like the Little Mermaid I'm out. I can be sexy without looking like a common eahira, right? Dalia's voice was husky for a woman, but not unnaturally deep. With a tussle of her long, loosely curled brown hair, she set her eyes on the path of the magi and the alien lady and followed after them, her bare feet tapping with every footfall. Hey, wait for me, she called as she moved to catch up with them. I need a costume, too.
Thread: Shouldering the Weight of the World

extending previous post to accomidate Rev Ivan waits for the woman in the wetsuit. They probably won't do too much to your outfit but sure you can come along if you would like. I'm Ivan this is Ariel and your name? after tailor interaction where Ivan will help if there are edits to be made to Dalia's outfit as well So where are you all from? I was going to go unpack unless someone has a better suggestion these books are getting heavy.
Thread: Shouldering the Weight of the World

Ariel was delighted when the pretty dark skinned girl named Dalia had tagged along with them to the outfitters kiosk. I think your costume is very pretty already Dalia! Ariel barely able to keep her hands to herself, she ran her hands down the front of Dalia's one piece swimsuit lingering over her small breasts and giving them a squeeze. I am not from this planet Dalia, where do they make pretty dark skinned girls like you? Ariel tried to ask where she was from. When Ariel saw Ivan going into the dressing chamber to put on his new costume she grabbed Dalia's hand and tugged her toward the dressing room. Lets go in and see what Ivan looks like naked, maybe he will let us suck his phallus! Ariel said with a delighted giggle but the tall English tailor held up his hand to Dalia. Miss would you like to undress and I will take your measurements and we can start with the redesign of your costume. He said holding out his tape measure. Ariel booed seeing her new friend couldn't join her but went in the dressing room with Ivan anyway. Still completely oblivious to the fact that Ivan was gay she reached out and grabbed his naked ass cheeks and gave them a squeeze. Surprise it's me Ivan! Do you need any help with your penis, I could suck it and you could blow your seed onto my big boobs! She said with a laugh and a smile. Outside the dressing room a commotion started though. James Powers came storming into the Outfiters as angry as he had ever been in his life. Where is he? Huh? Somebody said they'd seen him come in here! Where the hell is that fucking magic user? James ranted and pushed the older Englishman who was taking Dalia's measurements to the ground. Is he in here? HUH? where is that little fuckhead...I know he used some kind of magic to shrink my dick and I am gonna kill him unless he undoes it!
Thread: Shouldering the Weight of the World

Ivan puts his finger to Ariel's lips and says Shhh. He finishes getting dressed and exits the dressing room calmly. Harming me in any way would be a serious mistake.You see while yes I can reverse my own spells other mages would find the process difficult at best, it is more than likely they could never get you back to half your original size. Ivan waves his hand at James and his crotch glows. I just set a contingency spell if I come to any harm then your penis will shrink. Harm in this case is physical, social and mental. Meaning since you obviously are slow on the uptake that if you were to try to beat me it will get smaller. If you try to cause others not to like me it will get smaller. If you try to make my life difficult it will get smaller. If I die... ever seen a Ken Doll? You will wish you were hung like that. Ivan pauses reaching down he helps the designer back up and straightens his clothing while dusting him off. Turning grim faced with clear intent at James. His hands and eyes glow blue and a circle forms in the air as he speaks runes and lines form in the circle. I promise this spell will be reversed when and only when you have apologized, and meant it to Ariel, when you have begun to act like a responsible member of this team, and when you have done something to make amends for how you treat me to my satisfaction in the past present and in future interactions till the spell is reversed. The circle spins until it is a blur slamming back into Ivan. Thunder erupts as a bolt of blue lightening blast between the two young men. That is a Mage's promise, it cannot be broken. meaning the spell is now irreversible by anything but the conditions laid out in the promise. You now are solely responsible for the size of your member when you start acting like an adult instead of a child you may have an adult's cock again. Are we clear? Ivan places his new cane in front of himself clasping his hands on top of it and waits for James to begin a new tirade.
Thread: Shouldering the Weight of the World

Shander was a 5'4 tall lean bodied guy who looked no older than 17, but was in fact much older, he held himself in a slightly respected manner but looked as if he wasn't actually paying attention but he actually was very aware of his surroundings and everyone near him. He only applied to the Teen Brigade because he felt that if he did he may find out something about his past or what he was, helping people here and there was just a bonus. He actually didnt have a true past, more than two centuries ago he awoke inside a flaming pile of rubble that spanned for what seemed at the time forever. At the time he had no idea who he was or where he was all he knew was that he needed to run from the figures in the distance. Over the time he has run and done jobs and tasks trying to be helpful while he tries to figure out who he truly is. As he lived he ended up being called Never by the organizations and governments who enlisted his help because he never died and would probably never find out who he was. It is actually unknown what his true powers are for they seem to change with each situation, there are a few definite powers that he always has, he cannot die but can feel pain, he is constantly youthful and has enhanced physical attributes. These enhancements span his body and psyche, he cannot be fatigued and does not need sleep, he can hold his breath for days but he will feel pain in his lungs while he does. As hes walked the earth hes also come to realize he has no true empathy for anyone. The final power which he was never truly able to understand himself, was the distortion of reality and the dimensional space within 6 feet of him. The reason he was confused by this was because he could never fully control it, it seemed to activate at random times, whether he was in danger or not, which sucks because it could have saved him from a ton of painful situations. As he walks the halls he comes upon the dressing room and he decides to enter it a moment to late and he ends up witnessing the jackass galore of the group getting himself screwed tightly into a hole he had no way out of. He decides that its not his business to really care as he goes to the designer and takes him to the side a bit to get him out of the potential crossfire. He mostly wanted the designer to design him a new outfit. He was tired of the clothes he currently wore which were just a t-shirt and black jeans.
Thread: Shouldering the Weight of the World

As the Archer was wandering through the halls, he noticed a shorter boy in a t-shirt and black jeans, walking toward what seemed to be the dressing room. 'They'll want to replace my outfit, but whatever.' He decided to humor the place, so he followed behind quietly, discovering some sort of commotion between Captain Power Jr and some unknown, he only caught the last couple of words.. Are we clear? The hooded teen stopped paying attention to them afterward, figuring that it was their business and not his. He waited patiently in the corner, he knew that the designer had their hands full with the other who had recently entered. He gripped his bow tightly, his exposed arm bulged with muscle, he frankly hated waiting. 'You need patience, it's an important thing to learn as a hero.' His mentor had reminded him, over and over again. 'Patience is important, rushing headlong into everything is a dead man's game.' The Archer sighed to himself and sat there patiently, he could only wonder what they might try to change. 'They better not make me look like Robin Hood, I have enough comparisons already.' He crossed his legs, closing his eyes and trying his best to ignore the world around him. He instead emptied his mind, focusing only on his own breathing..
Thread: Shouldering the Weight of the World

Ivan uses the spell link to find Cp Power before he has a chance to ruin his own life. Stopping in front of the boy. Remember what I said earlier trying to go about this current course is both a mental and a social attack. You will be hit with a double charge... Oh also remember I have not yet officially joined the Teen Brigade and until I do those rules do not apply to me only my application. I cannot reverse the affects as it is Ivan walks off and finally begins to unpack in his room.
Thread: Shouldering the Weight of the World

The Archer's eyes shot open when he heard Dalia's greeting, he turned to look at her, surprised by her greeting. He glanced at the hand of Ariel as she waved at him, a wave he returned almost hesitantly. Philoctetes remained relatively silent as he watched Dalia approach him and reached over to grab a broomstick. My name is Philoctetes, you can call me Philly. He couldn't help but stare at Dalia's well endowed chest, he watched closely as she walked back to threaten the egotistic legacy hero, Captain Power Jr. Water? Dalia's very interesting.. She can manipulate water, and she's incredibly attractive? Count him in! Remember, Philoctetes, patience is a virtue. He repeated to himself, once or twice. He simply rolled his eyes as the Captain himself ran off to go make his claim. Some Future Leader, can't stand it when a tailor tells him his limitations. It annoyed the Archer to no end. In his thoughts, he hadn't noticed Ariel checking out his flexed bicep as he leaned on his arm. He blinked at her comment. Alright? He managed as the alien gave him a cute smile and left the room. Breed with me? Does she want to have my children? Philly rubbed his eyes, shaking his head back and forth before lowering his hood. It sat on his shoulders as he took off his mask. His skin had a bronze-like color to it, a long scar ran across his cheek and down to his strong jaw. The Archer's brown hair was cut short, his widow's peak was rather prominent. His blue eyes shined despite the frown furrowed from his thoughts. She certainly isn't the subtle type.. I'm gonna be incredibly irritated if someone else calls me Robin Hood. Of course, someone else was going to.
Thread: Shouldering the Weight of the World

Dalia watched as the situation fizzled out and everyone began to go their own direction. She furrowed her brow at Ivan as he chased out of the room after the young Captain Power Jr. She worried that he was about to stir up more trouble, but refused to take part any further in the debacle. Her thoughts were pulled back to reality with the pinch on her bottom, something that made her body jump an inch or two which would set her breasts wobbling on her chest. Licking her lips quickly as she lowered the faux staff to the floor she eyed Ariel up and down once or twice. Perhaps I shall, she replied. Dragging the still damp end of the broom handle on the floor, she set it back in the corner next to the head of the broom and smiled at the archer. Hi, Philly. Don't you go running off and leaving me all by my lonesome, okay? I need your help. Dalia trotted off, almost playfully she did love a good confrontation back to the tailor and enlisted his help in holding up the three outfits, carefully moving them or herself behind them one at a time. Which one? That trident could be useful... But what do you think, Philly? She'd choose whichever one he picked, and with that done, would slip into the costume to show Ariel as requested. She lays it on a little thick, doesn't she, bowman? she inquired of Philoctetes. I'm going to go see her, she's intriguing. Want to go with me?
Thread: Shouldering the Weight of the World

Once Dalia had came back to set the broomstick where she found it, he looked up to acknowledge her again. He nodded at her words, returning her smile. His smile was a rare one to be seen, but with his pearly whites and rather rugged handsome features, it was worth the occasional sight. Always ready to assist a damsel in distress. He watched as she trotted off, his eyes fixed to her curves. Philly yawned and started examining the strings on his bow, making sure they were tight enough.. He glanced over as she held each individual outfit over herself, Philly pictured her visually in each one.. Hmm? What do I think? Well, the one equipped with the trident is the best choice. Not only is it rather stunning, but it also has the advantage of the trident along with it. Philly watched Dalia as she slipped on the outfit he picked, he nodded slowly to her statement. She's the exact opposite of subtle.. He chuckled, scratching his chin in thought. I'm rather curious about her myself, I would be honored to join you Dalia. Slowly Philoctetes stood up, grabbing his bow and using it's string to hang off his shoulder. He glanced at the tailor. Sir, would it be any trouble for you to prepare me some costume options and I can swing by later to check out whatever costumes you conjure up? Philly paused. If so, I just want you to know, I prefer hoods.