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Thread: The Call of Duty (Autumn x Alkaline)

Elise felt his hand slip from hers, taking with it the warmth the touch had offered. Slightly uncomfortable about entering the camp, she let him lead a few steps. She stood behind, standing in the breeze as it blew her hair and dress forward, almost as if it were urging her to follow him. When she heard him reply in regards to the payment owed to the store, she took her steps behind him. Her long legs carried her on a graceful stride, allowing her to easily take her place at his side. His admittance of using his weapon silenced her. Eyes dropped to the ground, staring at the dirt as he spoke. She wondered how much innocent blood was stained on his hands. Had he murdered any of her friends or their families? How many children did he take from mothers or how many mothers did he take from children? Truthfully, she didn't want to know. He was doing his job, pledging his allegiance to his country no matter how much that destroyed hers. Ah, the Land of the Free, but at what cost? He broke the awkwardness between them by giving her his name. Brian. She smiled, extending her hand to him in formal greeting. I'm Elise. Eyes looked forward, watching where they were headed. When he inquired as to her safety, she never let her gaze avert to his face, wanting to hide the pain behind it. I. . . yes. I live with ze owners of general store. My parents owned a sweet. . . what is word? She paused, trying to remember. Bakery, but it's gone now. They lost our home and could not afford my little sister and me. So I had to leave. I work in store to earn money to give them.
Thread: The Call of Duty (Autumn x Alkaline)

As the boy listened to Elise's story, he sighed and softly bit his lip as he looked towards the ground. Wow, I'm really sorry about that... he said quietly, his fingers kind of playing with the strap of his gun absentmindedly as he thought about the consequences the war had on her country. While America wasn't totally at a loss, they only experienced a soldier casualties since the attack on Pearl Harbor. However, those living in Europe had been subjected to much more. Civilian deaths were far from uncommon, and those who did live through it weren't even guaranteed to have a home standing when everything settled back down. Turning to face her, he finally dug into his pocket a bit, searching for any sort of money he'd been able to get a hold of, and reached over, taking the girls wrist gently as he placed the wadded up paper into it. This... isn't for the food. Just take it, okay? I don't need it, he said softly, his hand pulling back quickly before she could even reject it. Quickening his pace a bit, he took another deep breath and ran his hand through his hair. While he knew that what he had done was still helpful, he knew he'd never be able to shake the images of what he and his fellow soldiers had done. At the least he could fill a little peace knowing that he could help these people by giving whatever he had. As they approached the camp, one of the soldiers came over to question who it was that the boy brought into camp. Umm, she has a delivery sir, Brian said, saluting and standing straight as he did. She just needs to see the sergeant, sir, he said as the man scoped her out a bit before finally waving them by and telling him where he was located.
Thread: The Call of Duty (Autumn x Alkaline)

When he started reaching into his pockets in search of something, she furrowed her brow into a hard line. His fingers wrapped almost wholly around her thin wrist, the movement causing her to withdraw back from him. However, he showed no hostility, simply pushing crinkled paper into her palm. He walked away from her, leaving her there to stare at her hand. She glanced from the money to him, back to the money, and finally at him again. Did he feel guilty for his Patriotic duty or responsible for the things that had happened to her and her family? Did he think giving some of what he had somehow made him more of a Saint and earned him forgiveness for participating in the bloodshed in Germany? Elise wasn't a charity case she earned everything she could for her family herself. Sure, she was a little headstrong but she trusted no one, especially not an American soldier no matter how polite he had been to her. Catching up to him, she boldly pushed the money back into his pocket. Thank you. She said firmly. That is kind of you, but I don't need it. Shifting the bread uncomfortably, she watched as another soldier approached them. Elise felt like some wild rodent in the middle of a pack of dogs. It was like they were all sniffing her out, protecting their territory when they were the ones invading her land. She didn't like the hungry looks on their faces, as if at any moment one of them one strike. She held up the bag of bread for them to see, but she dared not speak unless directly spoken to.
Thread: The Call of Duty (Autumn x Alkaline)

Brian bit his lip as he felt her shove the paper back into his pocket. Once he'd finished with the man though, he turned back and looked her over. Look, I don't have any use for it anyways. Just take it, please? It'll make me feel better, he said with a weak smile his fingers shoving the cash back into her hand again. You can... give it away or something if you want. Please just take it from me, he said as he turned again this time making sure she wasn't right behind him so he could avoid getting it back again. Turning around after a little bit, he motioned the girl forward again, and tilted his head towards a medical tent. It's... not pretty in there. If you want, I can talk to him and bring the money out if you want to just stay here... he said as he bit his lip, then just turned in without waiting for a response. Walking past the rows of injured and dying men, the boy tried his best just to put the images at the back of his mind. The groans alone are enough to rattle him just a bit though, but as the sergeant looked up, he saluted again quickly. Sir, the food rations have arrived from the town. Do we have a payment for the supplies? he asks quickly, his eyes still dead ahead as he pulled his hand back to his side.
Thread: The Call of Duty (Autumn x Alkaline)

He was as stubborn as she and proving to be as arrogant as the reputation for the Americans stated. She would have thrown the money back at his head if it hadn't been for the other men standing around her. No, they would have laughed and thought her less of a lady, the motions insinuating that Brian had tried to be more than just friendly with her. No, she wouldn't dare let herself be belittled in that manner. Exhaling sharply, she wadded up the money and shoved it deep into her dress pocket. Though Elise did not want to see the injuries of war, she would be brave and follow him. In a way, it relieved her to know that people on his side were wounded, too. Not that she ever wanted anyone to be hurt, but these men came here looking for trouble. The citizens of her beloved country had no choice but to be subjected to these manners of violence. Though taking heed to his warning, she was not prepared for what she saw when she entered the tent. The overwhelming stench of blood assaulted her nose and the sights of mutilation made her queasy. By the time she caught up with them, she was extremely pale. Her legs swayed, looking as if a strong gust of wind may cause her to topple over. When she reached the Sergeant, she held out the bag for him to see. Bread and potatoes, Sir. She spoke softly, not wanting to seem like she was intruding on them. Rations for one week. There would have been more for month, but I didn't have truck.
Thread: The Call of Duty (Autumn x Alkaline)

Brian turned around quickly, rather surprised to see the girl standing behind him. Still, it was obvious that she wasn't completely fine, and he couldn't help but take a step back and press a hand against her back for balance. As he looked up to the sergeant, he smiled just a bit as he nodded and took out the money, handing it over to the girl without much of a word initially. Thank you. We will see you next week then, he said before turning and continuing his business as he walked down the hall. As the boy pressed his hand against the girls back, he carefully set down the rest of the food he'd been carrying. Come on, let's get out of here, he said softly, his other free hand now holding onto her wrist again as he turned her body carefully. He wouldn't let go of her until they were at least out of the tent though, and as he escorted her, he made sure to help keep her balanced. Finally they made it to fresh air, and without even asking, he guided her over to a small bench by the road. Sit down a bit. Are you okay? Can I get you water? he asked quickly, his eyes looking into hers as he crouched in front of her and softly reached up to push some hair out of her face.
Thread: The Call of Duty (Autumn x Alkaline)

Elise put on a courageous facade, trying her best to compose her face into a less terrorized expression. She shifted her weight to regain her balance, curving herself so that the bag of bread slid down her shoulder. She bent to place it down with the potatoes, though she didn't like the contamination of the food in a medical facility. When the money was presented to her, she easily accepted it, placing it in the opposite pocket of her dress. Only a very small portion of it would belong to her, but it would help the welfare of her family. His hand fit to her lower back, as if he was trying to support her in her wavering stance. Thank you. She said to the man in charge, turning quickly to make her exit. Eyes didn't want to wander, but it was inevitable. People were missing appendages, wounds slashed open without much mending. She felt her chest heaving as if someone had placed a ton of bricks there and forced her to try to breathe with the added weight. Though she had her reservations about him, she was grateful at the attempts he made to keep her on her feet. She didn't understand the carnage or why it was plaguing her home. For a moment, she wished to be him to know she could return to a land where everyone was free. There was no war in his mother nation, with the exception of the bombings that targeted their fleet. When she reached the bench, Elise collapsed on it. She bent forward, placing her warm cheek down on her knees. Her mind was clouded, silently hating her employers for making her come to this horrible place. When his hand swept back some of her hair, she lifted her face. Hand clamped over her mouth, hiding her quivering lip from view. Her cheeks were stained with blush, tears welling in her deep brown gaze. He asked her a question in English, but it was as if every word she remembered of the language had vanished from her vocabulary. Tod umgibt uns. She answered, her face solemn. Death surrounds us. . . I think
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Thread: Kris is looking to Roleplay[Het,Yuri.Yaoi]

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Thread: (Braiddan) Cat and Mouse (Notte)

Golden rays of sunlight peirced across the blackened canvas of the nightsky, banishing the blinding darkness. Within the trees that harbor the darkness beneath its thick brances and canopy of leaves a man hunted. Yet not for sport or for food, in his mind, he hunted for the very fate of human kind. His name was Braiddan, a freelance demon hunter who had quite a name for himself. His hair was fiery red, and he stood at an unimposing stature of five feet eleven inches. All he wore were a red jacket and breeches, only a chest piece of leather armor for protection and a blessed shortsword. His eyes were what was truely feared, they were as red as his hair. Urban myth dictates that he had been been wounded by demons so much that he was soon to become one. Braiddan himself believed the myths, which was why he had wards tattoed upon him by high ranking shamans. Braiddan had no affiliation with the rigid cloisters of churches like other hunters. But they have not had as high of a success record as he. Twenty demons had fallen under the point of his sword, and he had the scars and the near death experiences to prove every battle. Yet now he persued a demon that had eluded his tracking so far. He had heard stories of a vile demoness that had racked the capital city of Wyndia under pure tormoil. Yet as abrubtly as she had appeared , she disappears. He had yet to catch sight of her, and it looked like tonight won't be any different.
Thread: (Braiddan) Cat and Mouse (Notte)

Notte was bored to death, having to constantly be on the move. She didn't even really have the time to stay and watch as her masterpiece of chaos and disorder plagued across the cities she visited. It wasn't what everyone thought, it was a plague of truth and uninhibited lust. She had many hunters after her, but none of them would ever catch her. Although, one had taking to stalking her, following her wherever she went. She had felt like she was an obsession, an infatuation to him. She was a true enigma, even to her own kin. Constantly seperated and held apart from the others. She belong in two different worlds, but was accepted by neither. However, Notte had a secret, one she held eternally close to her. One that could only be found in her blood. Its why she kept running, why any time she bled, she burnt the bandages that stopped it. Always, she would hold the lie of her birth close to her. Water splashed up around her as she bathed in the dawn. She loved the feel of washing the dirt from her body, her skin crawling with the filth of humans. The water was cool against her heated skin, but the constant flow helped to lower her temperature. Giving her a more human look, instead of the red that tainted her skin from the fire in her blood. She was the only demon that she knew of who could at least appear fully human. A cursed heritage. Her breasts were heavy, full, to big to fit into a mans hands. Her waist was tapered and small, hourglass. Belly was flat, toned, and lead down to the V of her ample hips. She had a very generous body, one that was always exotic and beautiful. Lithe. Her hair hug down to her bottom in long black waves streaked with red and blond. Another trait from her parents. But her most exotic feature was her eyes. Deep set and tricolored. Stormy gray, winter sky blue, and lavender violet.
Thread: (Braiddan) Cat and Mouse (Notte)

Splashing, something was in a body of water close by, not exactly thrashing, more like relaxing. He drew his sword, it glowing, something demonic was close, he was sure. So Braiddan crouched, moving through the forest silently going to the source of the sound he had heard. It had seemed he did grow a slight obession for hunting down this demoness, it's been a year since he got the job and he had yet to see any trace of her, he believed that would drive any man to the point of obsession. When he finally arrived near the body of water, he was stunned to see a human looking woman bathing withen it. In fact he stumbled upon the sight of her, a branch cracked beneath him. He held his breath as he quickly slipped behind a bush, red kind of stood out in a forest. And there he watched her, seeing if she even noticed the sound, or his hasty dive into the bushes.
Thread: (Braiddan) Cat and Mouse (Notte)

Notte had just emerged from the water when she heard the snap of a branch coming from in the forest. She sighed heavily, disappointed that her bath had been cut short. She ducked under the water, leaving only her head above and searched around as if she were human. She smelt him, knew that she was being watched by a human man and she knew his sent. It was her hunter. She smiled on the inside, but didn't let it show. Maybe it would be fun to play with him a little. As long as he kept on thinking that she was human. She looked around frantically, making the water splash this way and that. Acting completely innocent, totally human. Who is it?! Whose there?! Is someone there? Her voice was raised high as a frightened female humans would be. Please, whoever you are! Please, don't hurt me! She made tears clog her throat, even when there weren't none. Viktor, if that is you... I swear! I'll tell my papa and he'll come after you.
Thread: (Braiddan) Cat and Mouse (Notte)

Braiddan decided to get to his feet, not letting the woman stand there in fear while she waited to see who it was. Ah'm no Victor, Ah was 'untin this area. I 'eard splashin' and thought it was a demon delving intae the deep. Ah apologize, lass Of course he did not explain why he dove behind the bushes and decided to spy on her until she spoke. But he figured she didn't need to know. His sword was still glowing however, but he had never heard of demons that could assume a human form. Sighing, he sheathed his sword, if the demoness were to reveal herself, she would of done so already. Now he decided it was his duty to make sure the woman all by herself in the woods was safe. HE had to admit she was quite a sight, he even forgot about the demoness he was persuing for a while.
Thread: (Braiddan) Cat and Mouse (Notte)

She swam back away from him, looking at him as if he were crazy. Sir... there are no such things as demons. There are only humans that commit graveous sins. Are... are you sure that you didn't come from one of those asylums? You don't think your a demon yourself, do you? Her voice showed slight fear, a tremor of fear laced through it. It was a survival instinct for her, she had to pretend to be something she wasn't her whole life, she could have gotten praises for her acting skills. She could have joined the theatre if it hadn't be for the fact that she was always on the run. She swam side ways, her breasts teasing the surface of the water. Her clothing was on the same water bank as he was and he was near it, but not close enough that she wouldn't be able to grab it and run. She reached the edge of the bank and sit beneath the water, her eyes large and watching him. May I.. may I get out and get dressed please? I'll move slowly, just don't hurt me. The way she spoke, was very refined, high class. There was little drawl to her words. It was obvious that she was of status, but she was able to change her accent and speech anyway that she needed to so long to keep her hidden.
Thread: (Braiddan) Cat and Mouse (Notte)

Oh there be demons lass, Ah've slain a score o' them in me life time. And no, they 'aven't corrupted my soul just yet, even though they got damn close. Braiddan said, obviously the woman has never heard of him, nor could she see his red eyes, because she seemed to pass him off as completly normal. Which he found odd, he wasn't allowed in most cities bacuse of his reputation or people claiming he was a demon. There was also the fact of his outlandish thick accent, which she seemed to take no notice of. Alrigh lass, no need tae fear me. He said taking his hand off his sword and turning his back to her, so she could get dressed without him seeing. Even though the idea of pounceing on the woman was tantilizing, he decided against it, knowing it would just lead to more trouble he didn't need.
Thread: (Braiddan) Cat and Mouse (Notte)

She gasped in fiend shocked surprise as if she were truely afraid of him. D..don't you know that murder is a si..sin? She stumbled over her words as if she couldn't get them out fast enough. She turned her head down and hunched her shoulders up, as if she was afraid to look at him for the fear of him attacking her. Especially in her vulnerable state of undress. She talked slow as if he were a child and flinched away from him as if he were crazy. When he turned away from her, she stepped out of the water. Flowing out of it as if she were apart of the water itself, some strange exotic mermaid. No, she was neither, she was half demon, half something else that she would kill anyone who knew. She moved towards her clothing and bent over to retrieve them. She pulled on first her white see through white robe that doubled as a chemise and nightwear. She started to pull on her other robes until she was fully draped, but still appealing. She sat down on a dry rock and put her sandals back on. She stood up, clothed in holy robes. All...alright. I'm dressed.
Thread: (Braiddan) Cat and Mouse (Notte)

Braiddan turned around to see the woman now clothed in holy robes. His eyes rolled as he shrugged with a slight chuckle. Well tha' explains everything, yer a gullible lil church lamb He said, of course the church tells the general public that demons do not exist, but then send legions upon legions of hunters to chase demons down. O course the church thinks they don't exsist. They couldn't track down a cow with child, let alone a demon Braiddan also had a habit of harassing church goers and the like, of course they seem to drain the fun out of it now a days, unless he finds the really snobby ones. Suddenly though, a yelp escaped his lips as a black mist escaped from his shoulder, that smelt of sulfer. Damn, Litho's bite still sting ever after death He said shaking his head slightly. He turned his head back to the woman, releaving his eyes to her. Sorry abou' that
Thread: (Braiddan) Cat and Mouse (Notte)

Her mouth dropped open in shock, but on the inside she was laughing. If only he knew what she truly was, if only he knew that she was the Demoness that he was hunting. She wondered what he would think, if he would get that sick feeling in his stomach from being attracted to the very thing that he hated, hunted, tried to destroy. What we dislike most in others, is what we hate most within ourselves. She whispered the words as if she were afraid that he would attack or kill her should he hear them. She made herself fall backwards and land hard on the ground as if she couldn't believe what she was seeing, but couldn't look away as the black mist rolled out of him. She made the sign of faith over herself as she looked at him, just disgusted on the inside as she acted out her part. When he revealed his eyes to her, she let out a shriek of fear and crossed herself again - all the while smiling on the inside. She had to hide everything on the inside. Please, Sirrah, don't hurt me! I have not done nothing wrong. Are you... are you Gods punishment for my impurity?
Thread: (Braiddan) Cat and Mouse (Notte)

No, it's just an old would actin' up. Usually when that 'appens there is a demon near by He said simply as he looked about the place, he still had yet to realize who he was searching for was right infront of him. Which caused his sword to glow, his wounds to reopen and the like. But that was the kind of flaw someone had when they studied demons all their life, the scholars arrogance of if it is not in a book, or a story passed down for generations it simply doesn't exist. That was his theory on a demon that could assume human shape. And by the looks of it, that theory was not going to change anytime soon. And what are ye babblin about impurity for? He asked finally as he looked over her form. There was something strange about her, but he couldn't determine what. But he simply took the whole impurity comment to mean she bedded before she was married, which seems to be a think the church dispises. What are ye doin' so far out of town anyway He knew that if he walked to the nearest town right now, it would be around nightfall when he got there.