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Thread: Running in the Shadows (Count of Chaos & Revelations)

Oh yes! Urslie and I talk very often. Especially as these holidays draw nearer. She said, looking outside to see the snow falling over Seattle. Which at this time didn't seem very dreary, if anything it gave night outside a very beautiful look. Which was to be honest, a very rare look for Seattle in 2074. It wasn't that she hated Seattle, in fact there was quite a lot about it she liked. It was just like any city, it wasn't without its flaws, and being that it was essentially a City-State only compounded on its pre-existing problems. This biggest one being the racist asshole that was its governor, Governor Brackhaven. She smiled, easily noticing how he was ogling her, despite his best attempts to hide it from her, and when he ogled, she would pose only more provocatively, always trying to get a rise out of her new roommate. Hmm, well I do love to dance, so there's plenty of clubs around the area that I like to go to. She said, tapping a finger against her chin as she thought about everything she liked to do. I do like tinkering with my computers of course, since it's my main skill set and I've always been pretty good with them. Given that its December I do like ice-skating, but rarely have a boyfriend or even friend that is willing. She said, sighing, and then thought of one more thing. I'm also a big fan of more carnal pleasures, if you know what I mean, Kino teased, getting up and helping him put away some of the dishes, confidently walking about in her near nude state, thanks to the towel. What about you? What do you like for fun? She asked, curious to what Alexander got up to in his free time.
Thread: Running in the Shadows (Count of Chaos & Revelations)

The holidays can get pretty crazy, but its good to know that you keep in contact with her. He didnt know the woman she was talking about but it still seemed pretty interesting. He couldnt help but keep his eyes fixated on her at the same time, from her near lilac skin to her curves, she was well She was something he hadnt really seen before and couldnt get enough of. He felt a bit bad for ogling as long as he did so the moment he thought she caught on, his attention moved elsewhere the second it could. Well. Changing the subject a bit, when she spoke about dancing he gave a smile. Theres plenty of great clubs, Ive been to a few around here before with some friends. Maybe in a few days we can go to one together? he asked, a bit more curious as she also spoke about computers and her other skills. Never been ice skating, Im afraid Im not the most graceful of people when it comes ot that... When she asked about what he liked to do, he thought for a few moments. Well I do like working on cars myself, though I admit its probably not my main hobby. For things that I do for dun. Reading, some gaming and I guess keeping in shape. Havent really done much lately so itll be nice to have someone else a bit more active around the place, you know? As he got up, he did wonder when shed be getting dressed If at all.
Thread: Running in the Shadows (Count of Chaos & Revelations)

Ooh, that sounds like a lot of fun, we should definitely go. Kino smirked, her eyes beaming when he mentioned them. Hmm, well I could try and teach you, you seem like you'd have decent balance. The dark elf added. Ah so it seemed that Alexander had plenty of basic hobbies. Honestly keeping in shape, especially his kind was a good thing. Nearly everyone gamed this far into the future, there were plenty of games, immersive sims, and interactive experiences for people to enjoy. With her particular skills with computers, and the datajack, she was able to cold sim and hot sim. Cold sim meaning cold simulation, that was meaning doing using the Matrix with the limiters on. Hot sim or hot simulation meant the inverse of course. If one was engaging in hot sim, their senses were usually heightened, but they danced a dangerous dance when they did that. Kino had done it a couple of times, and the worst of it had laid her up in a hospital for two weeks. Her older sister was none to happy about that to be sure. Oh really, what kind of cars do you have, into bikes as well? Kino asked, helping cleaning the rest of the plates. Kino moved about, but hadn't noticed that the cupboard she had recently put one of the dishes away in, had closed on a portion of her towel, so as she stepped away, the fabric held in place but Kino kept moving forward, the towel was left pinched in the cupboard door, and Kino herself was left utterly naked in front of her roommate. She surprised for several seconds, her breasts were now free of the cloth, though a slight jiggle loss of her towel. Her obsidian skin, essentially flawless, was utterly on display. Every inch of her naked form was exposed in this short second, her supple breasts, the slight pink of her pussy between her legs, and her round, shapely buttocks. Ooops, sorry about that! She laughed it off, rewrapping it around her body. So...I guess I should go settle in more, unless there was something more you wanted to talk about.
Thread: Running in the Shadows (Count of Chaos & Revelations)

Id be happy to take you out any time. realizing how that came out in the end, he felt slightly silly for phrasing it that way but he couldnt take it back now. Seeking to quickly chance the subject, when Kino asked about bikes, the man began to nearly beam. Oh, I love bikes. I just havent had a good one in a while. He use to have one, but Well, it was wrecked in his last job. It almost felt symbolic, really. It felt like a good time to retire before he got too deep into the running business, but even then a part of him panged for that excitement. What about you? Are you a bike sort of gal or do you prefer a luxury car? Before he could get an answer from her, the towel she had precariously wrapped around herself apparently caught on something, and her fully body was utterly exposed. This was the first time hed really seen a dark elf in the flesh, and while he had heard tales of elvish beauty this was different. It was really like seeing perfection, from her flawless curves, the heft of her breasts, and even the light hint of her slit would make any man think of sunning Himself included. Ah N-nah, I think thats about it. I dont wanna talk your ear off through the night so maybe we should retire early. Its been a long day for the both of us, I bet! He quickly spoke, moving to get up but keeping his waist and below hidden for good reasons.
Thread: Man Witch [Goody + Prince]

Deidarmia's eyes darkened with animosity at the handsome, cocky stranger who had thought to not only invade her personal space and ignore her warning posture, but had dared to actually touch her hair. The only man who was allowed to touch her wild, unkempt locks was Quinn, damn it. She rose a brow at his flirtations, and the suggestion that she was selling anything, a smirk spilling across her face that would have been pretty if she didn't look so wickedly pleased with the opportunity this man had presented her. Oh, you want to know what I'm selling, honey? She asked, Let me give you a sample. She kept her tone sweet and lilting, just as capable as any woman to be charming in a wanton sort of way, at least it seemed that way until she caught up a handful of that pretty blond hair and yanked the man's skull down onto her knee. The impact landed just how she wanted it, clean between his eyes, and he was lucky she was feeling generous and hadn't used enough force to break his nose with the strike. That one's for free, you'll have to pay for the rest. She growled at him, releasing his hair with the intent to shove him back. He was a muscular thing, this idiot who thought he could eye her like a piece of meat and get away with it, but this was a disadvantage all men put themselves at, believing that women couldn't be just as violent as they were. Plenty of times in the past she had given herself and Quinn a head start in a brawl because block headed men like this thought they'd pull a 'pretty girl like her' to ribbons. She had to have done this particular thing a hundred times by then, what with men leaning in to try and kiss her, tipping down to meet her eyes, getting far closer to something dangerous than they should have because they had no sense. A good knee to the face or groin always made things very clear that she wasn't some soft, sweet bar maid. I'm not a witch, you dolt, and I'm not a prostitute. I'm here to become a guardian, and if you're fucking stupid enough to just wander into a woman's reach like that, you're gonna be a failure and a half. She chided at the poor lad she'd demonstrated her strength upon, shooting her sharp, menacing glance around at the other men there. Anybody else want a sample before we take this test? She asked challengingly, curling her hands into fists and settling her weight a little with her knees, perfectly aware that she couldn't take all of these men, but not about to let them know she was smart enough to know that. Half the battle when being a woman who fought against men was taking advantage of their biases, and she already knew from previous fights that half of these dumb fucks would stand back to watch others come at her one at a time so they could watch her tits bounce than really gang up on her, and that would certainly do them in. She flexed her hands and let her knuckles crack, always one for a bit of drama, before balling her hands effectively into fists again. Half of you stupid fucks probably would take a hit if it meant you got to touch a woman in the first place-- come on then, mind your own fucking business and leave me alone, or I'll touch you alright.
Thread: Man Witch [Goody + Prince]

Aware of everything in his surroundings at once, of course, Uther saw her. He didn't need to look at her full on even, just the glimmer in his peripheral was enough. Once upon a time, not too long ago, she'd been a frequent visitor in the grounds, like a moonlit shadow cast upon the dusty earth and training equipment. However, he was so immersed deep in his fighting mode, he only registered the barest pleasure at the thought of seeing Alluna again, before he was once again focused completely on the rare, intriguing student in his hold. The jab to his thigh did nothing. He grunted, a soft breathy sound, and he blinked at her, shocked as she writhed and tugged in his grip. He'd lost her for a moment, he realized, immediately disappointed then feeling bad for being so harshly critical. A mistake, yes - where had she gone in her slipped focus? - but it was why she was here. And the rest of it had him very pleased. Even the harsh knee to his thigh was a smart, albeit useless attempt to distract him. It told him enough that she understood what the core problem was and making a split second decision to try to alter or correct it in her own favor. The desperate tugging though... That just meant her mind had left the fight. Something they could work on. Pulling her close once more, Uther snapped his knee up again into her abdomen, and added in a final blow to slam his elbow down onto her back, his weight behind it, letting gravity swallow her for a quick earth-kiss. It was over, but he knew how to finish a fight. She was barely on the ground for a second before he was on top of her, pulling the one arm still in his grip back and around, putting pressure on it to hold her still, even as he breezily straddled her hips with his pelvis. Yeild, he said coolly, licking his lips and waiting for her acknowledgement before he released her and stood. Stepping back, he resisted the urge to help her up, letting her do it herself at her own pace. After all, if she were a male student, he wouldn't offer help. Still, he couldn't resist the proud tilt to his lips and the light of appraisal in his gray-green eyes. Good. Needs a little work. But your instincts are on point, he said easily. I think I might have lost you for a second or two. Sorry it wasn't as interesting as whatever else you had going on. Uther tapped his temple illustratively, cocking a glib, disapproving eyebrow at her. Anyway. I've seen enough. You're in. I hope it's not a problem for you to share the barracks and showers with the men. Not a question. There wouldn't be any special treatment under his watch. Her training would be tailor-made to her, for how men just naturally outweighed her, but other than that, she was expected to be one of the guardians if she were here.
Thread: Liberty and Death (Viktoff Samson x Lilbreadstick18)

Lengthy and wild black hair matted with blood dances around a torn young man's body as he drags himself from alleyway to the street and right back into the concealment of another alley. His jagged nails piercing the ground to improve his shaky hold on the pavement beneath him as he pulled his topless and tall form further and further from his pursuers. He'd thought he was sure this time he'd fight to his death. He earned that fate, the lives of his own kind that he's smothered out to promote his own stained his heart irreparably. Despite his once pale skin now painted in splotches of red that belonged to both himself and his white-clothed victims continuing to pull itself together at the expense of his ability to remain conscience, he'd growl to himself and gnaw at his bottom lip to pull himself further. If he passed out here, he would undoubtedly be slaughtered in his sleep. Even the part of himself that longed to be finally free of his guilt didn't want to die that way. Just as he was sure that he'd lose his grip on the waking world, he'd release his lip from his teeth and smile just a little bit. This was the most dire situation he's been in this year, and yet it was also the moment that he felt the most alive. Even if it was just about as compelling as a bunch of kids playing hide and go seek, he found himself not wanting to lose this one. It may have made him sick to be so full of contradictions, but it was far from being boring. His fingers grew worn and some of them were gruesomely damaged by the way that he forced them into the rough ground. He'd pull himself up a wall to try and put some weight on his potentially repaired legs, the moonlight seeming to encourage him to stay awake just a little longer, finding some success with his previously destroyed legs as he walked on them somewhat similar to a pirate with a pair of pegs. The irony of just how nice his look was before he ran into the death battle hours ago wasn't lost on him. His casual appearance more closely resembled a man from a grunge aesthetic rock band's guitar player or perhaps even the guy on vocals at the front of the music videos. Not that he picked that youthful look for himself, he never really had much money. The moon would fall just a little more in the sky as he came upon the fine grass of a fine lawn, which was unusual for the city. All light seized in this moment as he was unconscious before his mostly healed body slapped the ground in an oddly graceful fashion. He'd be motionless in this slumber, without even a groan.
Thread: Liberty and Death (Viktoff Samson x Lilbreadstick18)

Cierra giggled as he attempted to pronounce her name. She knew it was a little complicated but didn't realize it might be that bad. But then his tone changed to something seeming much more seriously, and he placed his hand on her head. Cierra blushed and giggled. I'm just trying to do what I can. Of course I couldn't leave you out there to die, and, well, since you said you've never had your own room, I'm just trying to give you a little taste of life, ya know? She looked up and smiled sadly at him, then said, A-and besides, it's no trouble! None at all!
Thread: Liberty and Death (Viktoff Samson x Lilbreadstick18)

How could she be so genuine and generous? So polite and deeply kind? She was everything he imagined someone would want their perfect daughter to be, everything he once imagined he'd want his significant other to be. And yet he wasn't meant to live this life. His train fell off the tracks long ago and there wasn't going to be a repair crew coming out for this job. The battery that kept the lights on in the front cabin was certainly short a good bit, and he wasn't going to dwindle away forever. Doves have to pay as well. Standing before her now, it was impossible to defy her any further. Her smile, even when it was sad, warmed him greatly and started to wash away his convictions. His hand from her head would move along with his free hand to take her cheeks as he'd look right into her eyes with his lost expression. It'd be plenty normal of you to have left my corpse well enough alone in your situation. Ghouls do that all of the time, saving their own skin. I wouldn't have blamed you or held a grudge. And you left the safety of your home to take me in. From my wounds, it had to have been obvious that i had a pursuer that'd be at least scary to fight. He'd start a point in the direction as to exactly why she'd be smart to have left him outside. And yet, his words didn't carry forward as he watched her with a concerned look.
Thread: Liberty and Death (Viktoff Samson x Lilbreadstick18)

Cierra's face bloomed in a pink blush as he took it in her hands, but his words failed to match his actions. As he spoke of being left for dead, alone, of the selfish actions she could have taken rather than trying to help him, her face scrunched up in frustration. She backed away from him, setting down her brush and pacing to the other side of the room. You don't get it! You clearly don't get it. I wouldn't have been able to live with myself if I had left you for dead. I know what the other ghouls do, and I'm not okay with that! I'm just trying to do something for someone. And it just so happens that I got lucky with the someone I ended up finding, you're so- she stopped herself, realizing what she was saying and blushing once again. Cierra turned so that he couldn't see her face. She had seen what ghouls do to other ghouls. Since then, she has sworn to never be like one of them. She doesn't get much opportunity, with this sheltered life, to give back to the ghouls that are working to prove that they aren't all horrible beasts, but when this chance came... She would hate herself if he had died.
Thread: Liberty and Death (Viktoff Samson x Lilbreadstick18)

Her warmth was unusually brilliant in the way he just couldn't ignore it. From her cheeks to his fingers, this touch wasn't immensely intimate but he couldn't help the feeling that he was lucky to share this contact with her. She was so clean compared to him, and whereas others may find that sort of life mundane and too safe, he longed for it. In his heart, he knew his life so far wasn't one he choose to have and he didn't know how to make the most out of it. One wrong move and the doves would catch up to him. One wrong move and he'd be completely alone again, no matter who he grouped up with in the past. But, here, he didn't think she'd kick him out if he made a mistake. And for some reason, it twisted his heart to make her say the words she had too and to escape his hands. Just as he was going to dwell back into blaming himself for making her react this way, blaming himself for being foolish or ignorant, he caught onto something that she said before she turned away. Lucky finding someone like me? He repeated softly into the silence as he approached her from behind once more, his hands not taking to keeping her in place as they remained at his sides. What's that mean, Cierra? He'd try to be a little more lighthearted than before.
Thread: Liberty and Death (Viktoff Samson x Lilbreadstick18)

She felt him approach her cautiously and she covered her face with her hands, even more embarrassed that he caught that. I- I don't... um.. She turned back to look at him, peering up at his careful gaze through her fingertips. She liked him. He was kind, and gentle, and entirely genuine. He was more real than any ghoul or human she had ever met. But... he was dangerous. He was clearly involved with the doves. And the doves don't hunt ghouls unless they're dangerous... right? As she looked up at him she was suddenly overcome with fear, realizing that the young man standing in front of her could be incredibly dangerous. She took a step back, her breathing growing heavy. Oh no, what have I gotten myself into?
Thread: Liberty and Death (Viktoff Samson x Lilbreadstick18)

She didn't seem bothered by the way he glanced over her shoulder at her painting before, or at least that's what he thought. And just as he thought he caught her on a train of thought that he found entertaining to pursue, what she said as she turned around giving more credence to that, he watched as that all faded away. Her raising breathing pattern and the way she backed away from him made his careful gaze shift to a more concerned look. He couldn't help how his left brow raised just a little in confusion as he began to think she was somewhat claustrophobic or something and that she had just been really good at hiding it so far. Did he make her uncomfortable up close? He couldn't really quite what's got her all turned up now, but the possibility remained that she's just afraid that there's some truth to the idea that she likes having him around a little more than she was leading on. Maybe she was afraid he'd leave if he thought that way about her? He couldn't very well approach her on just a guess, and he didn't know if he should turn away. Did I do something wrong? He frowned now as his eyes narrowed just a bit, a look of trying to figure her out without being too accusatory. If this were a legal case, he'd be playing defense.
Thread: Liberty and Death (Viktoff Samson x Lilbreadstick18)

Her fear dissipated a bit as she continued looking at him, his face morphing into that of a hurt puppy. God, he's cute. Wait! No! He could be dangerous. You have to be careful. She stared at him and opened her mouth to speak but nothing came out. She thought for a moment, then opened her mouth again. Why are the doves hunting you? she asked gently. She hoped she didn't come off as accusatory because if he was innocent it would just be aggressive and if he was guilty he might get defensive. She had to play this very carefully.
Thread: Liberty and Death (Viktoff Samson x Lilbreadstick18)

Her question was quite clear and he didn't think for a second that she was confused about what she meant. If the doves were on his case, they knew he was a ghoul. What he did to give that away was another question entirely. He felt as though she meant to ask that instead of what she said, because now he felt as though she was pondering what bad act he performed that made them hostile, which was only slightly confusing. It was possible that she didn't understand. He'd soften his expression and looked down at the floor, the part in his bangs not quite hiding his face like he'd wish it did. They'd hunt you too, if they knew you were a ghoul. Doves don't need a reason to kill. The only safety a ghoul can have is to hide what they are, nothing more. The legal system promotes our deaths for what we are, and there isn't anything more to it.
Thread: Liberty and Death (Viktoff Samson x Lilbreadstick18)

He stated it so clearly and bluntly that she was at a loss for words for a moment. He was right, she knew that, but she had be raised not to fear the doves. If you fear them, they notice, and then they suspect you. But still. Doves usually only go after ghouls that late, and that intensely, if they've done something... right? He must be guilty of something. She eyed him suspiciously. Well yeah, it's the doves' jobs to hunt ghouls. But the injuries you sustained seem to be a lot worse than a normal run in with a dove... She looked again at his legs, unable to see anything through the sweats but checking anyways. And why isn't your kakugan gone? She stepped forward again, growing softer, gentler. I'm sorry, I don't mean to be accusatory, it's just... I just realized the position I've put myself in and.. I've got to make sure that my family stays safe. She began to reach a hand up to touch his cheek but stopped herself.