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Thread: The War Zone [Assficianado & YellowSmoke]

Lara Johnstone Her father had been drinking again. Upon the aged wooden table - itself a door amongst many into Ray Johnstone's childhood - the whiskey bottle gleamed dully beneath the overhead light, and seemed to shoulder the guilt of the man who lay passed out upon the couch. Lara sighed and flicked the light switch upon the wall, and the tobacco smoke haze of the sitting room disappeared into darkness. It was past midnight, and outside the house the English countryside slept wrapped in the gloom and chill of late Autumn. This time last year, the Johnstone's had been living in London and nothing seemed out of the ordinary. The twins went to school like most other 15 year olds, Ray and Alice worked during the day and watched television in the evenings. In April, shortly after Tom and Lara's 16th birthdays, Devin had been born. The newborn infant brought a fresh financial burden upon the family, and following the death of Ray's mother, the family upped and left the city for the countryside, moving into the freshly vacated home where the twins' grandmother had lived since before their father was born. They acquired new jobs, and still nothing seemed out of the ordinary. Then Devin had died. A month later, Alice too fell ill and now she lay comatose in a hospital bed, and the doctors said they had no idea if or when she would awaken. Shortly thereafter, Ray had taken to drinking regularly, and a deathly quietude had crept into the house, broken only by drunken fits of rage brought on by the crushing grief of having lost a mother, a son, and for all intents and purposes a wife - all in the space of a season. Lara had often heard that in times of strife, family was the one thing upon which you could depend, as though it were some immoveable pillar of strength amid a tempest of grief. In the Johnstone household there was no sign of such a pillar - only distance - and the silence between them spoke volumes. Walking quietly down the hall, her bare feet protruding from the ends of faded jeans, she knocked upon her brother's door and entered without being admitted. She often liked to sit with him - if only to distract herself from the solitary feeling which pervaded the house - for with Tom, even silence was comfortable.
Thread: The War Zone [Assficianado & YellowSmoke]

With the pat of his hand, Lara raised her eyes to her brother - though not her face, which remained inclined towards the floor - and as one corner of her mouth shrugged a wistful half-smile, she cocked her eyebrow too, as if to question what could be done about their father's newly-acquired habit. It was a topic which needed no words they both understood its origins, the cause of its inception, and that there was little either could do about the matter. She loved her father - perhaps even more so since the passing of her mother - but when the drink was on him it was a different matter. As an escape, it was a precarious venture along the top of a slippery slope, and whatever release it was supposed to bring him had not stopped him from venting his tribulations on his children of late. She recalled the days when he would get that mischievous twinkle in his eye and she would immediately run from him, grinning as he set after her in a playful chase, his robust hands all set to tickle her if he caught her, but these days it seemed that his hands tickled only the bottle, and then the only time those dull eyes gleamed was in pained anger. She didn't understand why - at a time when all three of them were much in need - he was not becoming a part of the solace which she and Tom found in each other. Clambering onto the bed - her dainty feet protruding from the ends of bell-bottomed jeans which were snug around the thighs - she settled against the pillow which her twin had provided for her, and pulled her knees up to her chest. Her forearms were bared by the light, loose short-sleeve top she wore, and she wound them about her legs and let her head fall back, long blonde hair tumbling over her shoulders. She glanced towards Tom's magazine but returned her gaze to the space in front of her when she found that it didn't interest her. He could have been reading anything at that moment and Lara wouldn't have found it interesting her only thoughts were of her father, sleeping drunkenly on the couch, and far away from the bed that he had - until recently - shared with Alice Johnstone. Perhaps it was better this way... at least in his current state he couldn't shout at her or Tom he couldn't break anything most of all, he couldn't tarnish her memory of who he had been before the loss of mother, child, and wife. She'd retreat to her own room in a while, and rise in the morning to clear away the evidence of her father's habit. Until then, she'd pass the time in silent comfort with Tom.
Thread: The War Zone [Assficianado & YellowSmoke]

Finally, a hint of emotion - or at least a hint of something other than the nothingness she felt - made itself known on her face and in her eyes. Tilting her head slightly, she stared at her brother with a playfully serious look and felt the now unfamiliar sensation of her lips curling into a faint smile. If anyone had the ability to drag her out of the mire, it was Tom. She shrugged when he spoke again - as though the very body she inhabited had grown unfamiliar, possessed of habits she no longer recognised - but he'd broken the spell for now. Whatever, I'll just sleep in my t-shirt, she replied, scooching higher up the bed and pushing down the duvet to slip beneath its warmth and security, though without her twin's presence, the sense of security to be found beneath his sheets lingered in the wings, to arrive only when he would return. It had better, she added, a sign that there was some pluck and fight left in her still, but she sighed all the same, and there was a touch of glumness to the smile she offered him as his lips left her cheek. Maybe he was right, she mused as she watched him leave. This couldn't go on forever it simply took people a while to deal with heartbreak. As much as she feared to admit it, they were all expecting Alice Johnstone to pass away any week now, and though it would steal another piece of her heart and liveliness, surely the expectation would soften the blow. So she hoped... By the time Tom returned, Lara was already curled up beneath the covers, her jeans crumpled upon the floor with her bra perched atop them - the darned things were always too uncomfortable to sleep in - cotton panties and smooth, soft legs hidden under the covers. She rolled her head when she heard him enter, looking up at him with her head cocked to the side. How's dad? Still asleep? Of course he is. I wonder how long it actually takes for his body to register how uncomfortable it is to sleep on the couch. She wondered what Tom thought of it all - what he really thought - but she was too weary to question him now. As it was, their situation was already comparable to emotional quicksand, and too much thrashing about around the topic was liable to pull her back into an anaesthesia of depression. It was dark outside - and about the house too - and the day had indeed come to an end. Wasn't that all she wished for these days?
Thread: The War Zone [Assficianado & YellowSmoke]

The morning had come slowly and pleasantly to the young blonde, awaking in the arms of her brother as consciousness gradually shook off the shackles of sleep. She lay in the comfort of Tom's embrace for a while before carefully slipping free of his arm and leaving him to rest as she slid out of the bed and dressed herself. It had been a nice way to begin her morning, and beyond the curtains the sun had returned to the sky to fashion a warm autumnal day. It was close to 10 when she shuffled barefoot into the kitchen, smiling at her father's greeting. Despite his passing out the previous night, he seemed to be in good spirits, and for that Lara was glad. When she wasn't looking upon his drinking with admonishment, she did pity the man he had lost so much recently and still the weight of responsibility lay upon his shoulders, only now he had to bear it alone. Seeing him like this, it was hard for her not to be a little hopeful that things were beginning to look up any day could be the day when he got his life back on track and deep down, she hoped that today was that day. Morning, she smiled, and as he approached and took her hand, she was reminded of the warm, caring father he'd been before fate had so cruelly taken from him not once or twice, but thrice. Did you sleep well? she asked, turning her bright eyes up to his. Outside, the grass was cool beneath her feet, and the blades folded softly where she trod, their neighbours reaching up to tickle her ankles. The sky was calm blue, flecked with fluffy clouds and the sunlight gave life and vivacity to dying leaves. Fresh upon her cheeks, the air was refreshing, and for the time being at least, Lara felt fresher too, free of the weighty depression which hung over her daily. Tom was sleeping comfortably and had been such a comfort to her the night before, and today her father seemed more bright-eyed than usual. Perhaps things were looking up after all. The walk to the lakeside was brief and coloured by the song of birds amidst the shoreside trees, carried on a gentle breeze which occasionally caught her long blonde tresses and trailed them out behind her. The breeze caught the light fabric of her halternecked white top, caressed her bare arms and threatened to stiffen her nipples beneath it she had only pulled her jeans on over panties when she awoke, and her bra still lay upon the floor beside the bed in which her brother was so soundly asleep. It really is nice out today, she said simply, and idly she wondered how often her father had come down to the lakeside in his youth, and if the scene was always so picturesque. She supposed it must have been the trees which stood either side of the boathouse had been there for decades, and the boathouse itself was now in need of a fresh coat of paint. It must have looked beautiful when it had first been built.
Thread: Heads Up!

To all my wonderful friends and partners currently on Bluemoon, if I haven't already told you I will be very minimally or completely absent over the next few days. If you are looking for a response from me please be patient. On Friday evening I will be doing a charity stream to raise money for the Children's Miracle Network and my local children's hospital. So far two games are confirmed to be played, Left 4 Dead 2 and FFXIV. I need a couple days to get things ready for it and a day or so to recover from the 24 hour marathon. I appreciate all your support until I return! Also feel free to stop in and say hi during the stream, I will need all the encouragement I can get to stay awake for the whole thing. Stream will be located at my twitch account I believe! here - I will miss you all!!!! hugs and kisses to everyone Kuro
Thread: My shitty friends and their stupid psychic parties (SomethingEsoteric, YellowSmoke

A soft smile curled one corner of Maitreya's mouth, her external look of relief mirrored internally by the promise of success. Brooklyn was opening up, and to the easterner's delight, it quelled none of the fire which had kindled her attraction to the fair-skinned woman. As each of her arguments were picked apart before her - some more clinically than others - she resolved to fight for them only far enough to let Brooke defeat them a win given was nothing compared to a win gained , though by the time the other had finished speaking, Treya felt no need to argue. Most of the tension between them had been dissipated and it seemed that Brooklyn had vented plenty to put them on a level playing field. Even better, she had let her in on a more personal level. The walls erected during the reading had been torn down - temporarily at least - and Treya wondered if it was just the alcohol and if, come morning, a resurgence of resentment would dawn upon the now-bespectacled woman whom she eyed with tranquil intrigue. She sat still while she listened, as though she were so interested in what was being said and in the speaker of those words, that her own body and appearance became forgotten to her. Maitreya had few tics, unless of course they were called for, but in general she liked to exude a calm confidence and self-assuredness. Only when the kiss-come-spitting gesture was explained to her did she nod sympathetically, and when Brooke surprised her with a compliment - one which seemed to voice itself spontaneously and even to the other's surprise - she blinked and her smile spread a little wider. I'll take the drink, she replied, though her lips shrugged jocularly and she shook her head in disagreement she was owed nothing, but out of good will and a desire to enjoy herself and the company she shared, she would accept. I'll think about the fuck, she joked, glancing away in mock thought, and then a wide grin broke across her face. I'm kidding , she laughed, leaning forward and clasping one hand over Brooke's for but a moment her skin was still cool from her night's walk, but as soft as velvet, and her laugh was free and easy, so sweet it was almost infectious. So tell me is this where you always come to collect your thoughts after you've been spat on? It seems like a nice spot, though I'm not sure about the decor... don't you think it would look better with silks? She grinned humourously and dimples kissed her round cheeks where they met the corners of her mouth, revealing yet another side to the mysterious personage she'd built up around herself. In a self-deprecating light, perhaps she wasn't so mysterious after all perhaps she was just another woman - as real as Brooklyn herself - or perhaps it only deepened the mystery. Either way, it made no difference to Treya. Oh, don't mind me I'm less serious than I let on at my readings. I'm not so different from you, in some ways... I try to take things as they come and laugh at myself along the way. Life is... well, it's tricky.
Thread: My shitty friends and their stupid psychic parties (SomethingEsoteric, YellowSmoke

Her brows raising ever so slightly - not enough to wrinkle the smooth, pristine skin upon her forehead - Treya's eyes rolled in a semi-circle about their perimeters, as though the challenge to say something stupid was a real test of her abilities. Her chest rose and she exhaled audibly one would have sworn that she'd never said something stupid in all her life, though nothing about the gesture was serious. One corner of her mouth curled up in a humourous half-smile, and her chocolaty gaze locked onto Brooklyn's, smouldering desirously. Well... I don't do stupid well, as you seem to have figured out, she joked, and when she laughed her smile grew, kissing both corners of her lips. I'll try though - for you. For a moment, the eastern beauty fell into thought, but again her chest rose and fell, and she grimaced mirthfully as a truth swelled inside of her and implored with her to be released. As spontaneously as the grimace had been birthed, it faded back to a smile, rich and engaging. This was going to be stupid - bold, even - but was there not a fine line between the brave and the stupid? She hoped she would at least straddle that line, even if it entailed one foot alone in the stirrup and her hands clinging desperately to the reigns of aptness. You have to promise not to laugh, though, she teased, and her gaze remained unflinching. This is definitely stupid, but ... Whatever thought had presented itself to Maitreya's mind - whatever it was that tickled her tongue and stood poised in the gate, eager to spring forth when her lips permitted it - seemed impossible for her to voice. As down-to-earth as she behaved when relieved of her silks, she was still a proud woman, and apparently she was set to bare herself to ridicule before the bespectacled smoker. Her eyes closed and she sighed - half a groan - through closed lips, whose corners were still curled if only a little ruefully. And then her eyelids parted, she leaned close to Brooke and her exotic, hushed tones spoke truthfully, just like that. I would sleep with you in an instant - ohhhhhh, no - Treya! She reeled back, laughing freely, laughing only at herself. Her eyes closed and she covered her grin with her hands, daring to peek over her fingers to see Brooklyn's response, for the first time showing a bashfulness which could scarce have been foreseen at the table in Jess and Stacy's apartment. What have you done to me? she asked jokingly, her head tilting adoringly to one side in a precautionary show of submission an apology, in case it was needed. I'm sorry, she added, collecting herself and exhaling heavily, I... you asked for stupid. Shaking her head, she shrugged and gazed into Brooke's eyes, the flash of bashfulness which had for a moment destroyed the visage of a proud, unbending woman quickly fading away, leaving only Maitreya. The humourous, carefree and unassuming Maitreya, that is, more sweetness than mystique, more radiant than reticent. She'd done her best, and she could scarce keep from smiling.
Thread: My shitty friends and their stupid psychic parties (SomethingEsoteric, YellowSmoke

With the November chill seeping into her hands and cheeks, the warmth of Brooke's embrace was made all the more pleasurable. Treya's sultry figure moved to meet the other woman's advances, arms brushing the outside of hers as they curled about her frame and slid upwards to encircle her neck, resting on the tops of her shoulders with hands clasped behind her head. Her hips pressed forth and she felt Brooklyn's breasts upon her own, firm and sensual as the coming together of their bodies. Her eyes smouldered with desire, intensifying her gaze until - at the last minute - they fell closed and her head had turned, her mouth welcoming the sweet embrace of Brooklyn's lips. The kiss only fuelled her growing lust, which came hot and fast, carrying upon its back a sense of victory, attainment, and power. The Queen of Mystique and Pleasure she was, and the Queen of Seduction. She'd played her part well but the act was not finished, and would not be until she had her desire between the sheets, steamed and broken, opened to the futile and inevitable pursuit of love. Maitreya purred and her lips parted the taste of rum and tobacco greeted her tongue as it slid deftly into Brooklyn's mouth but she didn't care, for those flavours only reaffirmed the identity of the woman she was kissing. She had driven her to the bar - to the comfort and catharsis of nicotine and booze - and now it was the vestiges of those twin vices which came to her as the trophies of success. She had righted her wrongs, seduced her desire, and until she could feel bare flesh beneath her hands, the taste of rum and tobacco would suffice. Her tongue rolled against Brooke's, and the air around them became alive to the soft, wet sounds of mutual passion. They made for quite the spectacle, though for the time being there was no-one around to see them. Beneath purple neons they turned the colour from regal to ardour, and Treya's hands unclasped to let one slide to the back of the other woman's head, pulling her deep into the kiss as the other moved to cup her cheek with a tender passion, a cool flame licking at the side of her face. Eventually a car hummed past in the background, and the dark-skinned queen broke the kiss to gaze into Brooke's eyes with renewed intensity. I should be stupid more often, she purred, every ounce of her lust and eagerness evident in the sexual tone of her accented voice, and she pulled her freckled counterpart into another feverish embrace. The night was young and her ambitions high. The coronation of her beguiling capture of Brooke's heart was what she aspired to, and a brooding confidence fuelled the passion with which she kissed her consort. The ceremony may be tonight, but I shall not be crowned until morning.
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Thread: Roll 20 for Pathfinder/DnD

I know there are a few people here who play table top games, I was wondering if I might be able to get a group going through this website and Skype. I've been really trying to play but my current group is hard to actually organize. I'm not usually one to GM but if I could get a group together I'd be more than willing to, and if anyone would like to CO GM with me that would be awesome. If you have a particular interest in this feel free to post.
Thread: Roll 20 for Pathfinder/DnD

I'd be interested, what nighttime?
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I'm pretty much free every day any time except Mondays. Weekends usually are favorable for people, but it really depends on whoever chooses to participate, or at least the majority. I already have you on Skype.
Thread: Roll 20 for Pathfinder/DnD

Well weekends aren't good for me, I work and then sundays are my table top group. Tuesdays would work for me. And yes you do, though I have a terrible memory so I'm not exactly sure what one you are. Any kind of campaign you want to see?
Thread: Roll 20 for Pathfinder/DnD

I'm Mooncakes now, doesn't help that I change my name a lot. But I'm thinking of doing just the regular fantasy setting if I run the game. If I end up GMing I already have a world of my own to do, I'm drawing up the map right now. Like I said though, it's going to depend on what the majority wants. I will start building on my base idea from there.
Thread: Roll 20 for Pathfinder/DnD

Awesome, so things we'd need to determine starting lvl, xp progression, tech levelfor firearms, raceclass restrictions, piazo products only or third party, how many traits. Lots of fun stuff.
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I think starting at level 1 would be fun. That way players can get more attached to their characters. If I GM, my game allows early firearms, and they are emerging. I like fast track games myself. Anything third party should be approveed by the GM first, and I typically allow two traits only. Also I don't mind adding house rules to make things a bit more flexible depending on the issue as we go along.
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Those all sound good to me. What about templates or monster races for characters?
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As long as someone has a PDF copy of whatever, I'm interested.
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Don't really need a pdf one of the main selling points of pathfinder is its free SRD .
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