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Thread: Into the West (Exalted - capricorner/Cold)

The manse itself is like its Aspect, solid, low to the ground, immovable. House servants lead Gerron's entourage into the upper levels of the manse. As an honored guest and relative, his quarters will no doubt be among the family's. Instead of following them, Corah leads him out of the main building and into one of buildings adjoining it. These are studios, workshops, even a small dojo - used so that any disruption or accidental discharge of Essence will not disrupt the delicate geomancy of the manse. Odd that she would want to speak here and not within the security of the manse. As they walk, she makes small talk. Her father is away on personal business, while her younger brother arrived just three days prior to Gerron - he's on vacation with his sworn brothers as a graduation present. When they arrive at her private studio, silent servants set out a light meal. It's traditional Tengese fare. Fish brushed with spiced oils, dried, and served on slices of fruit light, airy bread that's soaked in honey and tea made by pouring boiling water over a shallow bowl filled with flowers. Corah happily explains that An-Teng is famous not just for the beauty and diversity of its flowers, but for honey as well - a delicacy that they export to the Blessed Isle. This lesson in horticulture goes on until her Charms ensure that the servants are out of earshot. At which point she rises from the table. I have something to show you, cousin. She says, retrieving a slim case from a drawer and setting it on the table between them. Would that my father was here to discuss this with you in person. With that, she reaches over, touching the lock and feeding Essence into it, the power unlocking it with a soft click . Within the case is the remains of a weapon - a broken brass dagger, split almost down to the hilt. Within its core, instead of Magical Material, burns a wavering spark of green fire. This is a true demon weapon, unlike the orichalcum ones wielded by the Anathema, as orichalcum becomes pure again when used by the Terrestrial Host. We found this, she says, in the body of Peleps Danmel.
Thread: Into the West (Exalted - capricorner/Cold)

Gerron kept an idle eye on their surroundings as they passed through the manse proper and then outside. She didn't want eavesdroppers. Spies perhaps? They were inevitable at the house of any Satrap in his experience, but perhaps there was more to worry about here than a whisperer in the dark. He absorbed every bit of information she provided, no matter how innocuous it seemed. What personal business might the Satrap be on, right after summoning him here? It had to of some importance. He would have to inquire gently, if Corah did not bring it up herself. They arrived at her private studio and Gerron bade his personal guard wait outside. The Wood Aspect bowed and took up station outside the door. Inside, he sat, folding his legs under him. To his delight, a native meal followed. Gerron inspected each item with great interest. Native cuisine was something of a hobby for him and the chance to indulge in it was appreciated. He nodded along politely to Corah's explanation, interjecting for a comment or question time to time. The food was delicious and unique and Gerron felt sated as he made himself comfortable. He waited for the moment to come, watching Corah. When it did, he straightened, breathing in, his senses sharpening. His eyes fell on the case and he leaned down for a better look, an interested murmur escaping his lips as he laid eyes on the brass dagger. Gerron reached out with his Essence, using a Charm to read what he could from the broken dagger. He refrained from touching it a foul, demonic Essence permeated the object. Peleps Danmel...Realm Navy? He asked Corah, his eyes narrowing. An assassination had been carried out by a demonic blade. This did not portend well. As far as he could tell, a mortal hand had held the blade, but the demonic Essence interfered enough that he could not be certain. Cousin, Gerron looked up, his face serious. What can you tell me of demonic cults in An-Teng? And this Peleps Danmel, what of him?
Thread: Into the West (Exalted - capricorner/Cold)

Corah can speak briefly of Danmel, her matter-of-fact tone indicating that she did not know him personally. An officer of the Realm's navy, just past his first century of life, with several notable honors and victories to his credit. A typical career officer, above average, perhaps. She quite clearly memorized his service records in anticipation of this conversation. He was supposed to be at sea when he body was discovered on the shore. His ship and crew are still missing. As for his death, officially it's been reported to his House as 'sudden', 'tragic', and 'unexpected'. After all, the deaths of Dragon-Blooded in An-Teng are rare and usually accidental. A fall from a pleasure barge into one of the rivers, a drunken brawl, a dare taken to far, even the occasional murder by a jealous spouse. They are always described as 'sudden', 'tragic', and 'unexpected', the followed with a swift cremation to prevent gossip, and to avoid any possible shame falling upon the deceased's House. Peleps Danmel's ashes are almost certainly on their way back to the Blessed Isle. The murder weapon says something though, it must have been broken because he died fighting. There are the Lintha, of course. Corah says. Known infernalists, and they make no attempt to disguise it. She speaks of them only briefly, as they are well known. God-blooded wretches with a penchant for hostage-taking and self-mutilation. Pirates and murderers who style themselves as the chosen peoples of ancient deities. Recently, there was a cult exposed here in the Shore Lands, who worshiped the... she pauses, because it is simply not to be spoken of , ...old royal family. They called themselves the Lotus of Dark Waters, and claimed the ocean would sweep the Dragon-Blooded out of An-Teng and restore its rightful rulers.
Thread: Into the West (Exalted - capricorner/Cold)

Gerron absorbed every word, listening with utmost attention. His expression flickered from time to time, registering interest or surprise or worry. A promising naval officer, nearing his prime perhaps, had been murdered. His accomplishments were reasonably impressive perhaps this was a retaliation by aggrieved victims of his victories. It was a note to consider. The interesting bit was that his ship and crew were missing. Three possibilities immediately presented themselves. There had been a mutiny and demon worshipers were involved. The ship had been attacked by pirates and the captain's corpse thrown into the waters. Or, this was a calculated act of violence. Gerron nodded when Corah spoke of the Lintha. He knew a little of these vile monsters infesting the oceans. As far as he knew An-Teng had a treaty with the pirates. Of course, one could hardly trust God-blooded infernalists to keep their promises. He looked at up at his Cousin as she went on to speak about this Lotus of Dark Waters. Worshippers of the foul Anathema. That did not bode well. Hmm. He finally said, rubbing his chin. There are many possibilities here. At first glance, the Lintha appear to be the most likely culprits, given that Danmel's ship and crew are missing and his death seems to have occurred out at sea. But it would be best not to jump to conclusions. He held her gaze as he spoke, affirming his authority in this regard. I am certain you already have patrols looking for Danmel's ship. Please keep me updated on that. I would like to speak to those who found Danmel's body, if possible. And specific information about Danmel's crew would be very handy as well. I suspect you will have to co-ordinate with the navy there. Anything you can tell me about the Lintha's and this other cult's activities, particularly in recent times, would be helpful. Do you have infiltrators among their ranks? Or subverted agents? An inside look would be very beneficial. Gerron smiled. I am going to need help, Cousin. Among my retinue are those I have trained to serve me and they do so admirably, but none are Tengese. I will require your help in this. We shall have to work together. He raised an eyebrow. I trust that will not be an issue.
Thread: Spirits x Nibbles

There was no response. The angels were either completely ignoring the two, or not in at all. It was almost as if on cue that two shambling zombies that represented women stumbled into the church. The fuck happened to the door? spoke the blonde one, slurring her speech, obviously 3 sheets to the wind. She was leaning on her more coherent but still drunk, younger sister. The raven haired goth girl hiccuped and smiled at Garterbelt whose choler was only rising at the huge amount of disrespect these ladies have for the house of god. Panty Anarchy stepped over the rubbled and tripped, leaving her sister, Stocking Anarchy's arms and falling into the stranger that stood before them. Oh my bad, said Stocking I meant to catch you but I'm sure you deserved it. Panty looked up at the stranger. Her vission doubled and blurred as she stared. Hey, who are the sexy twins. She slurred, standing and playing with his scraggly hair. You come here often Shaggy? she said with a flirtatious purr. Can you not fuck something for twenty minutes? groaned Stocking. I literally just pulled you off of a guy at the bar. Whatever, I'm going to bed. She headed toward the stairs but was blocked by the hulking figure of Garter, who looked about ready to explode with anger at the two angels for staying out untill morning yet again.
Thread: Spirits x Nibbles

He snickered not entirely pushing Panty off him, if not just keeping her still. He straightened her and palmed her cheeks lightly. C'mon c'mon, I can't really bone you if you aren't fully awake, then again I wouldn't have boned you anyway, but who knows, possibilities Oh the possibilities. He looked at the practically 'dead' Stocking who seemed to be half asleep, Though the goth looks more...entertainin' not just in bed stuff but also chattin' n' foreplay and everything in between.. He said smoothing his hair back, straightening his nearly ghostly tuxedo. Hey there girls, I imagine that the ass, upstairs forgot to really send a message that I'd be comin' t' see you two. He said with a grin. I'm the archangel 'Smoking'. I was sent here...well t' be frank t' get your asses back in gear. He laughed slightly. Sorry for the crude language, but the other angels told me to be blunt.. He looked up at Garter with a grin. In short, I'm supposed to get them back in line and whoop their asses back into shape...undoing what...heheh... got them kicked out of heaven in the first place. He closed up his umbrella with a smile as he then walked over to Stocking bringing her over. Listen, from what LITTLE information the angels gave me, they told me that you're the 'brains' of this little group while the other is...well more 'action' prone. If you'd be so nice I'd love to discuss the details of what I have to do, and the BENEFITS of what happens if you two DO happen t' somehow make a miraculous turn around.. He had an unusual approach, he alternated from a plain somewhat proper form of speaking, to a more...streetwise mode of speaking, somewhat similar to a sort of 20's or 40's form of speaking. What's more there was an unusual vibe about him, sort of like Panty, but, plainly not at all like her, sort of like a gangster or a smooth-talker but someone who notably had experience in talking to people.
Thread: Spirits x Nibbles

Panty could barely stand, no longer seeing double however, and begin eyeing up and down this Smoking character. Smoking indeed. she said Smokin' hot. Excuse my sister she has the brain of a 16 year old. stocking said being dragged closer. So can we get this over with, we just finished an 11 hour bar crawl and I don't think the sun likes us very much right now. Put up and shut up ya hoes. interjected Garter This man is gonna be your personal morality trainer for the next month. If you bitches don't get your shit together then he disapproves you and you don't go back to heaven PERIOD. That's a little harsh don't ya think? slurred Panty. I mean we killed enough ghosts to get back in to heaven in the past, we killed Corset's dumb ass and we havent seen here nor there of demon sisters. That isnt enough?
Thread: Spirits x Nibbles

Smoking smirked and 'snerked' at Panty's earlier somewhat flattering remark, making it evident that though he did find it sort of...charming that she was oh-so happy to greet him in a more than likely less than innocent form of flattery, it wasn't working on him despite her seductive charm, Flattering. He said simply to Panty. One word which overall was simple enough to state exactly what he thought. He then just observed the interaction between Stocking and Garterbelt, twirling his umbrella like a cane, with a little mischievous grin. To his surprise , Panty seemed to ask the more critical question. Heheh, no. Smoking said plainly to her face speaking to her in a tone as a brother would to her sister...Creepy little analogy but it was exactly what he was doing, I'm supposed to whip your asses back into shape because of a few reasons, one of them being that the man upstairs has been watchin' your progress here, and even though he is thankful that you two managed to 'murderlize' the demon Corset, he had hoped that the 'light would shine through to you' yadda yadda yadda... but seeing that he was wrong...Well he was pissed plainly said, seeing that you two didn't really change at all. He then began laughing as he hung his fedora up on a nearby little motif of an angel. Despite being a 'morality trainer' as Garter put it, he seemed to be the utter opposite of a good example of an angel. He got fed up with it, you two basically fucking up the images of angels, blah blah blah... The archangels were called up blah blah blah... No one else wanted to go, and so I and my oh so pure and angelic ass decided to 'volunteer' to help you two out... He stretched with a carefree look in his eyes. I had nothing better to do and of course, God wanted me out of his hair, seeing as how I'm sort of a 'bad egg' myself... He then laughed Not as bad as you two, but I am a 'bad boy', bad enough to get forced into it, but somehow 'good' enough to get into the occupation of being an Archangel... He looked up at Garter with a grin. There's also something I have to tell YOU, plain and simple without the girls around, cause if I told you with THEM here, somethin' tells me that might....influence their choices from now on. He said with his calm collected but calculating grin. He walked away, with a calm stride, a lazy sort of stride that just murmured his own laziness, his snarkiness and his own brand of confidence. Not confidence of his abilities, if not the utter overflowing overconfidence of his own suaveness. He indeed had a knack of getting what he wanted, but his temperament was quite explosive when he didn't get his way. His temperament, and a huge vice that he was concealing had managed to get him stuck with the assignment of whipping the sisters back into shape. God had notably either trusted that perhaps the assignment would change them, or at least get another troublesome angel out of his hair.
Thread: Spirits x Nibbles

Garter observed the two sisters and nodded toward Smoking. Follow me into my office he said determinedly you two hoes stay here and try not to fuck anything else up while you're down here. The girls growled and Panty disguised flipping him off as scratching her nose. The two sisters made their ways, drunkenly, upstairs to their rooms where they could finally sleep off their quickly approaching hangovers. Garter lead Smoking to a private room with a desk and a few chairs, some pictures of Jesus and other Holy emblems coated the walls, along with a wall entirely dedicated to whips, chains and other BDSM equipment. Garter quickly scrambled to the desk and pressed a big red button hidden within a bust of Christ. The wall quickly flipped over to ironically reveal a giant crucifix. Now... said Garter clearing his throat. What was it you wanted to tell me?
Thread: Spirits x Nibbles

The angel smirked, nearly seeming to sneer at Garter, Well Garterbelt, not that I'm one to judge...But I don't think it's all too appropriate for a priest to have so much...less than holy items.. He said taking a seat on his desk rather than one of the chairs. To be blunt with ya, I'm supposed to tell you something confidential, or at least something of grave importance... He said with a grin as he took out a small piece of paper. Nothing was on it really, just small scribblings and such. Basically I have a sort of 'deadline' to...save those poor angels souls from the pits of filth they've been reveling in..and what not. He said with an oddly sinister smile. God's been getting preeeeety tired of them fucking around and saving people..in the WRONG way...needless to say, I'm technically not supposed to reveal too much due to God's orders... He seemed to just be stalling from what he wanted to plainly say, just to build up the tension further. He grinned looking at Garter, ...But I'm gonna tell ya this if they don't get whooped back to shape by the time I'm done, you have to abandon them, they won't have the otherworldly support that they have now.. He grinned further. Don't say a word to them..AT ALL, they fail if they know about it.
Thread: Spirits x Nibbles

Garter stroked his beard and listened to Smoking's very important information. He closed his eyes and nodded at the angel, not necessarily agreeing with the strictness of the Lord's orders but understanding none the less. I understand. he says speaking his thoughts plainly. Your secret is safe with me. I don't like those bitches but they don't deserve to be cast out forever...well... maybe they do but its not right... well maybe it is but they shouldn't be that strict they only screwed up a couple of times. Can't you cut them a little slack. They're not the easiest to work with, but after all and they DID defeat Corset and hundreds of ghosts.
Thread: Spirits x Nibbles

Yeah, but I'm not the one who MADE that assignment, the big guy up there did..I'm just doing my job. So that was it, this angel had no form of sympathy for his fellow angels, he treated it like business cold, plain and simple. Flacid. Besides they won't be in THAT much trouble...as long as they shape the fuck up. He chuckled as he said that, hopping down from his seat only to make for the exit. No slack at all, even if they did manage to defeat Corset...don't ya think they cut it a bit TOO close, not t' mention that... He grinned waving his hand for a moment, as if he were dismissing someone or some unwanted thought. Never mind, just try super-extra hard to make them see the light. He said in a childish tone as he walked out of Garters little hide-away. Where should I sleep then? With the girls, out there on one of the.... He frowned one hand now positioned on his head, rubbing his right 'temple' for a moment as he started to snap with his free hand attempting to recall the proper term for the bench like structures usually found in churches. ..The...bench things? He said plainly. There was something indeed off about Smoking, he seemed like one of the girls to some extent devious and unlike an angel by all means, but there appeared to be something...nearly completely dark about him aside from the unusual 'smoking'.
Thread: Spirits x Nibbles

Garter glared at Smoking as he exited the room. Something was very VERY off about this angel. He couldn't put his finger on it but Garter felt strongly that the girls were not the only angels he'd have to keep a close eye on over the next few months. Garter turned to the small, green dog-thing named Chuck that was sitting quietly and staring off into space, as Chuck often did. Chuck! barked Garter looking down at the small creature Make sure our little friend smoking never finds a moment to himself... I don't trust him. Chuck saluted Garter and left the room following Smoking stealthily around the church, staying several yards behind him at all times.
Thread: Spirits x Nibbles

Smoking had gone wandering around the church, with a small devious little smirk on his face, like the kind a regular ol' bad boy would have... or the kind of grin that would appear on a shit-stain of a little brother's face seeing that you got in trouble and not him. Above the law, or perhaps above them. That smile or smirk, whatever you called it, was a sign of mischief. However for as much as Chuck may have followed him, he didn't really do much. In the main hallways walking along enjoying the sights...like the stains on the wall that were...who the hell knew what. In the closet He just opened the closet went in, rummaged around and soon came out without anything in his possession. Ooookay. In the bathroom ... Taking a merry ol' shit. He seemed to be muttering angrily while WIPING, Take that ya damn old ass-wipe. Uhhh... It was weird, however he then arrived to the hall that lead to the sisters rooms, they were across from each other, so it wasn't at all an easy choice on choosing...who to bother first. After all their 'testing period' didn't start until tommarow, so he may as well squeeze out what little enjoyment he could with causing trouble. So then. Door number one or door number two? He stood there deep in thought for a moment, then muttered to himself as he dug into his pockets taking out a quarter, Heads, door number one, tails door number two. He said with an unusually excited tone, he then flicked the coin in the air, the instant he did, he started to grin, not at all a simply jolly grin, but one that seemed completely twisted, EVIL one could say. Clink. Heads. He whistled slightly as he went to door number one, which was Panty's room, despite him having found a sort of 'charm' from Panty, in that easy to bed slut kind of way, sexing her up was the one thing farthest from his mind. Well...at least at the moment.
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RE The reaper's chronicles of roleplay I would definitely be up for RPing with you, I am a big fan of fantasysci fi rps and pretty flexible about plot and characters. I don't however roleplay any graphic sexual scenes.
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RE The reaper's chronicles of roleplay Did you have any particular ideas in mind? 3
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RE The reaper's chronicles of roleplay Well the first one you have listed made me think of a story idea I was contemplating called the Dragon's Wife. Essentially a dragon that has lived for x amount of time in the mountains beyond a village longs for companionship, his race is far flung and they rarely encounter one another. In a human form he goes to village one evening and happens upon a young woman who is a village outcast so to speak. Her parents died when she was young and she was forced to struggle through life. She has tiny little house and farm on the edge of town and is far past the typical age women marry in the village. The locals think she is too strong willed and will probably die a spinster. The story would be about him courting her, what happens when she discovers the truth etc. I was thinking too, that villages are well aware a dragon lives nearby and have often left offerings of livestock and whatnot. A stranger could come to town and stir things up or maybe the villagers decide they are tired of having him around and hire a hunter. There are a lot of possibility. I'd even be willing to go the reverse and have the dragon as the female character and the male as a hunter hired by the village or a local.
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RE The reaper's chronicles of roleplay A full dragon character you know this could definitely be a fun idea for a certain character I've made but never actually had the chance to play, this idea sounds fun I would definitely be up for it .
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RE The reaper's chronicles of roleplay Awesome! Do you prefer on the forums or pm or im, I can pretty much manage anything
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RE The reaper's chronicles of roleplay All of them have their perks I also am easy going about what RP venue we use I really don't mind , do you have any preference on how?