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Thread: The Broken Past and Uncertain Future

Well he admitted to himself he wasnt presenting her with much of a choice but it was still a choice. That was more than most people would have given her. By the look of her clothing alone, a night out here in this cold would kill her. The hunter smiled faintly as he gazed at her. Poor thing really, she was likely half starved as well as freezing to death. He could hear the begging tone in her voice as he turned to go. That had been a slightly cruel ploy on his part, but as he said he had no need of a reluctant slave. Thus as she requested he wait. He paused to listen to her, although when he regarded her his features were schooled in a neutral manner. As she said she knew he was no cannibal and that she hadnt believed that people actually lived within the hills and mountains. He grinned slightly at that as he inquired Why wouldnt we? Were away from your troubles. He shook his head slightly If you are not afraid of what you can meet in the forest - you should be. He smiled to her as he noted you are fortunate Im the only thing that seems to have been following you. There is much worse within these trees than I if you dont know what to be on the look out for. They were going to kill you? He peered at her curiously as he noted And why was that? Youve run far enough that I should think that you could still work. You can still work and breed can you not girl? He seemed slightly concerned about that point. After all a lot of good she would do him if she was a sterile cripple. Although the argument against her being a cripple was apparent to his eyes. Curiously he asked If you could why were they going to eat you? Were they starving to the point where they were eating their slaves? He heard her asking him to take her with him. He responded If you come with me. You belong to me. Help unfortunately carried a price tag. He noted the gold colour in her eyes. If it meant anything to him, he didnt seem to display it. Rather he placed no real significant upon it. He simply reached down towards her and extended his hand to pull her upwards. The hunter remarked Come along then. We have a ways to go. He gazed at her body and its tattered rags and having a coat on he took off the white cloak he wear leaving him wearing a similar coloured coat. He handed the cloak to her as he noted I cant have you freezing to death before we get there now can I? He smiled as he noted I should be thought the worst slave owner ever if I let one die but hours after I acquired it. There was a rather teasing tone to his voice as though he thought the whole matter of owning a slave a bit of a lark. He seemed to expect she would complain of being tired. Thus he observed And if you think its far for you, Im the one who has to carry the deer back. He grinned as he noted And I almost regretted killing the thing the moment I saw it hit the ground. Its going to be very heavy. As though to encourage the girl he noted But that means you get to eat meat when we get to my home. He began to walk slowly back the way he came and asked Do you know how to cook food? What did you do as a slave?
Thread: The Broken Past and Uncertain Future

Onica could not really recall the last time she had eaten, nor the last time she was warm. What I could have meet in this place can not be worse then whats in the cities. I would rather be killed and eaten by a wolf then skinned alive and eaten by the crazies in that place. But you are right, I am lucky you where the only one to find me. As for why they where going to kill me, She stopped, her body shaking a little because of the cold, Because, they don't think tat a slave can be used for more then manual labor. They don't need them for anything more then that, unless your a female then you can be used for breeding...but work comes first. Because I was still.... She stopped for a moment. Her right hand running along a scar that started on the top of her right wrist. From the looks of it was not just a little scar ether...something that had happened to her a while back. Something that she was still recovering from strength wise. Plus with out food, rest and good medical treatment one might understand why it was taking so long for her to get back to full strength. Why she might be put on the chopping block for starving crazies. Plus the raids where not bring in as much food as they are use to. Food is running low and they don't want help from people that can help them. They'll kill anyone that's not part of there clan or anyone that is showing change. Any slave that can not do what they need. I can work I swear, as for breeding... The pause alone would suggest her past master's had never tried. I'm sure I could in time. It was clear by the look in her eyes that she understood that if she went with him, she was his. Almost feeling as if the world was lifted off her shoulders as he did not seem care about how her eye was changing. Something that she was going to be killed far back in the city. Taking his hand with her right, her good hand. Standing to her feet, even if her legs where still tired and wanted to give way once again. But she willed herself to stand, to follow. She knew her life would depend on it. Taking the fur that was offered to her, wrapping the cloak around her body. No longer feeling much of the winter's cold. Her body starting to feel warmer then she had sense the summer months. Taking in the smile this man gave her, a offering one of her own even if it was weak and tired looking. Indeed she was tired but she would not complain. If had did it back in the city she would be beat and most likely killed. Or at less that's what she saw happen to the other slaves. Same thing if they said they where hungry. Going weeks some times, the idea of food pleasing to her cold ears. Following close to him, trying her best to match is speed. I can cook... As for what she did as a slave. Hard labor I guess. I worked on and built helicopters before everthing happened. Good to know she was educated.
Thread: The Broken Past and Uncertain Future

Richard looked at the girl for a moment as he seemed baffled that she couldnt think of anything worse than the cities. There are worse things than wolves. Much worse things. But he felt no particular need to elaborate beyond that. After all there was no sense going into detail about some of the things that lurked hereabout. The girl seemed to have enough to worry herself. He nodded though Indeed, lucky you. The cold and hunger would have likely got you if something else didnt. Richard seemed to find the notion that slaves were only good for manual labour or breeding slightly curious. After all why should the slaves not have some more specialized skills? The hunter however, didnt know how these strange towns worked with their clans and despots. Strange, did they not think that you worked hard enough or were good for breeding then? He trudged through the snow as he spoke with her. Ah so they thought you were an outsider and were hungry The hunter shook his head as he muttered Hard to believe that this was all civilized country at one time. Now people are eating each otherwhat the hell happened to people? He seemed slightly disgusted with the state of humanity. He heard her remark that she was sure she could breed in time. He grinned slightly and rather curiously remarked Never tried then have you? He seemed amused at that And here I thought that was all they did with their female slaves aside from eating them when they ran out of food. Oh good, I have a helicopter that Ive been meaning to have fixed. He grinned slightly as he noted I keep it out back with my tank and my fighter jet. He laughed as he noted That cant be any more useless than what I did before all of this. I was a banker. Now we dont even have money let alone borrow it. He idly noted But I always was a good hunter, and to think at the time that seemed a frivolous hobby while numbers were what was the real hard work. He lead her through the forest, occasionally getting ahead of her before slowing so as to not leave her behind. He seemed entirely familiar with the forest and headed back the way he had come while following her. Rather teasingly he inquired So why did they never breed you? Did you not bat your eyes prettily enough for them?
Thread: The Broken Past and Uncertain Future

Seemed to be fighting to keep going, not saying much as she walked. Trying to keep all her energy for what seemed like the long hike ahead, not wanting to waste it on chit chat. She would much more willing to answer what he needed to know once they got someplace warm. Someplace safer then the woods around them. Wondering about the deer he had killed before he had found her....wondering if he really did come from a village outside the city limits. And if he had not lied to her, what would this village look like. What would his home look like. All questions she wanted to ask but at the time the her wanting to know just drove her more. Giving her that little bit more she needed to keep up. As tired, cold and hungry as she was. Wondering if this was really worth still being a slave to someone. At less she would not killed like cattle for there meat. Only his last question getting an answer, No, they thought I would died if I got pregnant. I was not in the best of shape when they found me and the clan leader thought I was to lovely a face just to kill. He wanted to get at less one child out of me before he killed me but with the winter months he changed his mind it seemed. Sorry so short just got home from work
Thread: The Broken Past and Uncertain Future

Richard simply nodded as he observed I see. Evidently they got rather impatient though or you wouldnt be here. Impatient, ran out of food, some combination of the two. It was sickening really. But the hunter continued to trudge through the snow and up along the forest towards where he had originally spied her. A span of minutes passed naturally enough until hed led her up the ridge. He did find himself somewhat slowed by the slave girl after all, the girl struggled to continue moving. But he had not forgotten about the deer slain earlier. Indeed he found the tree where hed left it and thereafter pulled it downwards to the ground. A hatchet was pulled from his belt and a pair of saplings were cut down rather swiftly. Leather cord first bound those two wooden poles together, and then further cord lashed the deer to this makeshift travois. Thereafter, he shouldered the frame and began to move through the forest once more. Naturally the burden of dragging the deer along slowed him., but he remained steady in his movements. The distance didnt seem to tire him, as it was familiar. Although for the benefit of the slave he simply stated Weve a ways to go. We have to go over the hills and into the mountains. He raised his hand to point off to the distance. Our town is there. He didnt really think of it as a village for that always had a rather demeaning sound to it. From what he could see they had as a good a claim on being a bastion of civilization as anywhere within miles. Although pointing towards there was a rather non-descript way of identifying their destination. But he felt no need to elaborate given that telling the girl they had something of a hike ahead of them seemed unlikely to encourage her. He grinned slightly as he noted Warm fires, food and drink once we get there though. He simply said About as good as it gets in this stretch of territory.
Thread: The Broken Past and Uncertain Future

Onica watched with out a sound as the deer was pulled down and as he made it ready to pull back to his town. Holding the fur close to her body, almost crying when he told her that it would be a far walk. In all truth she did not think she would make it. Her walking slow even with him dragging the dear. Going up the hills, her fingers digging at the ground to try and clime up them and keep up. The snow cold on her hands as she did so. All she could think about was a warm fire and maybe a place to sleep. Her hunger long forgotten now. Her words lost in her deep breathing, as hours seemed to pass even if they where just minutes. Her feet dragging. No one could tell she was once military. Her mind wondering about the people that lived in this town so far away from everything. Would they kinda welcome her, even if she was this man's new slave. Or would they be somewhat cruel to her because of her rank in this world. Sorry watching the football game .
Thread: First person Tetris

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That is awesome! But it makes me dizzy. x3
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Nyoko said That is awesome! But it makes me dizzy. x3 Click to expand... 100 agreed! goes back to try again
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Yep. This is my pick of the week.
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MAH BRAIN! Foams at the mouth.
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My brain... It is broke.
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This is awesome apart from the rotating too much.
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.... Epic fail for me.
Thread: OOC Thread for New X-men RP [NOW RECRUITING]

Re OOC Thread for New X-men RP The Story Thus Far Xavier has opened a school for the gifted in Weschester, New York. It is famous as being the home of the X-men, the world's premier mutant fighting squad. Some see it as a military training camp for mutants who intend to take over the world from Homo Sapiens. Most, just see a place they don't understand resides. Because of this the school has had many problems in the past, everything from mutant hate attacks to destruction from the government. Even the founder, the mostly retired Charles Xavier, has parted ways with his former friend Eric Magnus whom used to share the same beliefs. Nowadays, though, after the school's many alumni have set out to see the world or stayed behind as teachers, the school is ran by Scott Summers, Cyclops, and the ever cold Emma Frost. The school is packed with nearly 200 students, and as such has been redesigned to include separate student dorms to house everyone. The X-men still operate out of the school, but the priority for Scott Summers is making the Xavier Institute for the Gifted a Safe Haven from prejudice and racial hate to any of the mutants that knock at its gates.
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Re OOC Thread for New X-men RP Ulcis collapses in a heap of exhaustion, fighting off the throbbing ache in his head as he waits and prays for people to begin to become interested in the RP.
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Ha! So apparently I had the links set to this thread only...Makes it hard to read the rules that way. XD PLEASE JOIN!
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I might be interested. I've got a character for X-Men settings that I could toss in.
Thread: Girls Can't Be Pirates {TortoiseShell & Fate}

It lifted Captain Reese's spirits to see the Free Spirit reined in for capture. That ship had been the worry of many a fine, upstanding citizen, particularly among the wealthy upper crust that seemed to be funding more and more of the navy. That he, of all people, had finally been the one to defeat the dreaded captain and bring the ship in, well, things were certainly looking up. This would be a fine feather in his cap, and he could already picture himself speaking with the Governor of the islands. Admiral Reese. It had a nice ring to it. Especially for a man as young as he, having not yet seen his twenty seventh summer. The good captain strolled down the decks of his own ship, his giddiness showing in his step. Those fine boots clunked steadily against the solid wood of the naval destroyer. Each member of the crew greeted their captain heartily, some even slapping him on the back. Reese did often associate with the crew, mostly because they were a good deal closer to his age than most of his officers. The only drawback to having his position at his age no one to really talk to. Matters made things worse, as there were all kinds of speculative rumors regarding his fast rise, none of them particularly flattering. Near the bow of the ship were the captives. Most of the brigands had been tied up, several even having to be chained. One particularly large Moor had to nearly be rendered unconscious. Apparently the pirate captain commanded loyalty among his crew of filthy ingrates. You had to admire that in a seafaring man. Already Reese respected his opponent. You had to, with someone so evidently skilled and strong. he stopped a few feet from the bound captain. Reese locked his arms about his chest, thrusting it out. He knew he wasn't the most imposing of men the moor could easily lift him and toss him over the side without breaking a sweat, but he liked to think he had a commanding air. And he was more than a little handsome, if he could indulge his vanity a little. Well, when one had most of one's natural hair, one was already a step above most of the other naval officers. Orders say to bring him in, grunted Reese's sergeant, an overly gruff man who'd risen through ranks naturally. Reese liked him, hence the reason he was allowed to not say captain or grovel. I'd say be best to toss him over an' watch his little feetsies kick. Sergeant Willows punctuated his remark by spitting upon the captain. Reese dimly recalled the man having lost someone to the pirate's crew, so he let the gesture slide, this time. You are now a prisoner of His Majesty's navy, spoke the young captain, bending over slightly to look at the captain. There was... something odd about his face. Very boyish, especially for a captain. the man couldn't have any years on Reese. Have you anything to say for yourself? They always did.
Thread: Girls Can't Be Pirates {TortoiseShell & Fate}

Odd, but the pirate looked... quite appealing. That toothy smile had a charm and appeal about it, one that Reese certainly hadn't been expecting to find this side of a dock. In fact, the boyish young pirate looked remarkably like... Reese fought to control his expression at hearing those sultry words ring in his ear. Each syllable had been laced with promise, a sensual teasing of sorts. The feared pirate captain, known throughout the seven seas for terrorizing the good and the just, was a woman? Surely this must be some form of trickery, perhaps the devil's work. Either that or the long voyage at sea had addled Reese's brain. He knew they still had weeks to go, and he'd never had something like this happen before. Take them to their cells! he ordered, rising back up. There was no question here he'd have to investigate the matter firsthand later. If indeed the pirate were a woman, then they'd have to work out a different punishment for her. She certainly couldn't stay in the filthy belowdecks. Scum or no, she still needed to be treated somewhat properly. Besides, if said knowledge were indeed true, then Reese would have to make certain to keep the knowledge away from his crew. Right now they were all too filled with blood lust to pay too much attention. Yet if they discovered she were female... chaos. He retired to his quarters, trusting his men to lead the pirates back to cells. Once more he'd had to tell Willows a very firm no regarding his desires to fling people overboard where had the man gotten such a strange leaning? Reese would have to look into matters. After enough time had passed, Reese rose, telling his aides that he was going to speak alone with the prisoners. The man on duty responded well enough to his captain's arrival. There was a straightening, a salute, and a general nervousness. Thankfully a joke and a pat on the back were more than sufficient in calming his nerves. it wasn't likely that any prisoner would escape, even the fiercest of them. Reese strolled past the cells, inspecting the various prisoners, till at last he came to the private captain's cell. He beckoned for the keys, which were tossed to him. An unlocked door later, and he was standing only a few paces from the captain once more. Well, here I am, he said, looking at the captive, pretending he wasn't trying to study the pirate. Were those curves? Was that a bustline? Or was he only seeing what he was supposed to be seeing? It was unfortunate that he'd been to sea for so long merely the thought of a woman was causing uncomfortable stirrings already. What is it you wished to tell me?
Thread: Girls Can't Be Pirates {TortoiseShell & Fate}

The captain watched Reese's face, searching for a shift in his expression. She almost beamed with glee as she noticed the internal struggle. It was quite a test for him - was he a gentleman, a good captain, none or all? For her, meanwhile, it was quite an amusing little game. She shuddered with excitment, her twisted mind exploring the possibilities. Ther were so many things she could do, not to mention she hasn't been in a man's arms in quite a while. Led and tossed into her cell, she was rather disappointed for a second or two, yet the idea of messing with the Captain's mind was far too amusing to pass on. The shackles were off her wrists, leaving an uncomfortable red trace, right new to the letter 'P' imprinted into the skin of her forearm, indicating a previous imprisonment. She escaped it with quite a close call, pulling off a stunt at the last second. It was fairly easy back then - while she was only branded once, something she allowed to happen out of pride for her profession, the man doing the branding was far less fortunate. Of course her men were free when that occured. Tossing aside the nostalgia she quickly undid her shirt and tossed away the bandages. She then shut the buttons again and pulled her trench coat over her supple form, shutting it. The following moments felt like an eternity. She listened to every single sound in the hallways, only perceiving those of an occasional guard here and there. For a moment she wondered if he wasn't going to come. Finally, his boots dragged along the floor, causing the small woman to stand. She remained silent, nothing but that taunting grin illuminating her features. His wandering eyes were hard to miss despite his efforts - it was something she was used to, men pretending not to notice that she was a woman. Mhm, why I wanted to congratulate you of course, she grinned, her hand sliding up to her hat. Pulling it off while bending down in a curtsey, she lifted her head back in a swift motion, the thick waves of hair dropping down to her waist. She then pushed the trench coat off, her curves now fully visible. She slowly stepped toward him, tilting her head to the side. It must have been quite hard to capture a frail little woman, she murmured defiantly, her feline gaze fixated upon his one, that predatory look she had before stealing a man's heart or life printed on her face. But...What are you going to do now, Captain? She wondered, her finger sliding along his chest, her voice dropping to the same sultry whisper.