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Thread: Hostile Takeover (Ryanmo97 x loneiysong)

Ryan screamed when she scratched his face. He retaliated by slapping her hard across her face. He pinned her arms back down and continued to fuck her as hard as he could.
Thread: Hostile Takeover (Ryanmo97 x loneiysong)

She gasped as she felt blood fill her mouth. She had a cut lip and turned her face away as she began to cough and spit blood.
Thread: Hostile Takeover (Ryanmo97 x loneiysong)

Ryan continued to fuck her, You brought it on yourself, bitch, said Ryan, as he continued to fuck her. He could feel the cum building in his dick, I'm going to fill you with my cum.
Thread: Hostile Takeover (Ryanmo97 x loneiysong)

She struggled and screamed as she punched out at him screaming.
Thread: Hostile Takeover (Ryanmo97 x loneiysong)

Ryan contintued to fuck her harder and harder, Here it comes... Ryan then shot his load in her pussy. He stayed in her for several moments then he pulled out of her. Now Emily... Here is what's going to happen, he said as he got dressed, You are not going to call the police and turn me in for raping you. Because, If I go to jail... you're going to jail... Because I know because I know where all the money comes and where it all goes... I know about all of your little dirty dealings and other tricks that aren't quite legal... I'm sure the FBI and the SEC would LOVE to know what I know...
Thread: Hostile Takeover (Ryanmo97 x loneiysong)

You bastard. She kicked out at him as tears rolled down her face. Get the fuck out of my office right now! She stood up and shoved him hard. Get the hell out now! She barked
Thread: Hostile Takeover (Ryanmo97 x loneiysong)

Ryan shook his head, I'm not going anywhere, sweetie... There are going to be some changes around here. First off, you're going to give your company to me. Then you're going to give me everything you own including all your money and then, finally, your going to give yourself to me and become my sex slave... Because, if you turn me in... then I turn you in... and we both know that if you go to jail, you are going for a LONG time...
Thread: Hostile Takeover (Ryanmo97 x loneiysong)

Get out. She growled as she watched him. She needed him gone. She was not going to submit to him that easily. There was something deep in her eye. There was a reason she did what she did. But if she handed off her business, all her hard work would be for nothing.
Thread: Hostile Takeover (Ryanmo97 x loneiysong)

Fine... said Ryan, but just so you know that If I walk out that door. My next stop is to the FBI and then you're ass is going to jail... Ryan started to walk to the door.
Thread: Hostile Takeover (Ryanmo97 x loneiysong)

Fine just so you know if I got to jail, I will show them how you raped me and you go to prison. She was a tough gal and didn't back down. Even though she hated the feel, she put her clothes back on and sat down watching him.
Thread: Hostile Takeover (Ryanmo97 x loneiysong)

Fine with me, said Ryan, It will be worth it. Ryan wasn't backing down. He reached the door and his hand was touching the door handle.
Thread: Broken Blood

Tsair GrinningGentleman So I figured this should be a group RP. I have a rudimentary story plotted out, so the beginning, at least, should be cool. I won't be taking any official character sheets. Just offer a description of how your character fits in the story. Allow me to describe some of the story. We'll begin with a Prologue, where each of you start off on the back of a flying wyvern arriving at the battlefield on command from the King. As Imperial battlemages, you've been tasked with defending a city from an unusually large bandit invasion. Unfortunately, once you're done, the people of the city turn against you for using the blood of their elder, and the city's Baron has you thrown into the dungeon for murder. Agents of Lady K will eventually rescue you.
Thread: Broken Blood

With that prologue in mind, I'm thinking Grinning I have at least some foreknowledge of each other. My character's name is going to be Arkon Felsworn, trained battlemage of light experience. His aptitude at combat is greater than his aptitude for magic, his strongest offensive spells being used only from blood magic. Other than that, he's used to being a supporting mage, casting in order to allow combat to swing favorably. With such overwhelming odds and the options being either the death of the elder or the loss of the city, Ark would easily opt for the sacrifice of the man if necessary, though not something he would use as a primary goal. I can work with this a bit more, obviously, but I figure it's a good enough starting point.
Thread: Broken Blood

All right, so the magic in this game has a few physical rules Mana is the soul energy in all living things. It is transmitted by blood, and can be recovered through the consumption of other life forms. Consciousness occurs when a spirit in the plane of the universe is condensed into a living brain. Mana anchors it to the body. All magic is powered by mana. Once used, mana disperses back into the universe to be redistributed. This should be a workable foundation for the various magical fields, which include Blood Magic, an entry-level field that permits non-elemental magic like telekinesis. Advanced blood battlemages abandon elemental specialties in favor of using their powers for growth, healing, and physical reinforcement. There are only two individuals in the known world who have taken this magic a step further... Aether Magic, sometimes dubbed 'air magic.' Sonic bursts are the bread and butter of an Aether Battlemage, and advanced battlemages can summon tornadoes. Pseudo-telepathy is also possible with this magic. Lumen Magic, sometimes dubbed 'fire magic.' Uses pure energy to cause materials to heat, combust, or otherwise overload. Fireballs are a Lumen Battlemage's standard attack, and advanced battlemages are known to summon meteors or create artificial suns. Chaos Magic, sometimes dubbed 'dark magic.' Uses gravitational fields to manipulate material energies, often to disperse them into the universe, hence the 'chaos' moniker. Cooling and freezing is not an uncommon application of this field. Advanced battlemages can, with difficulty, create black holes, and they can teleport through wormholes. You may have noticed that Blood Magic has an additional 'step' I mentioned. This is called Soulforce Magic. Through a contract with another spirit, one can gain the ability to manipulate the very souls of living things. I don't mean mana - I mean the actual souls. Mind control and celestial prophecy are applications of this field. There are very few people left in the world who practice it. You are not among them. Yet.
Thread: Broken Blood

That's been a lot more helpful, now I have a proper feel for magic. I would like to have Ark delve into Chaos magic, though his experience wouldn't allow him access to the intensive portions of the field. I would instead have him limited to basic blood magic and utilizing his chaos magic to enhance his strength through gravitational advantage and quick application. What's the casting aspect of magic, how does a 'spell' cast?
Thread: Broken Blood

Magic is cast by controlling your body's bloodflow such that your mana congregates where you want it to. Just getting that far requires a great deal of meditation and self-control. Manipulating your newly-congregated mana requires sheer force of will, plus a mechanical knowledge of how it works and what exactly you want it to do. To show you a real-life example of how this works, close your eyes, clear your head, and imagine that your hand is itching. Imagine, pretend, believe that it is itching. Eventually, it will itch for real, simply because you willed it to. That's basically how magic works, except it also involves controlling your breathing, heart rate, and internal thermostat. If you're contracting with a celestial spirit, you must speak to it in its own language tell it what you want it to do. This process is what's commonly referred to as spellcasting. Really only Soulforce mages can do that reliably. The more foolish elements of humanity, like self-proclaimed witches and wizards, tend to contract with celestial spirits without having a magical foundation for controlling them, and thus tend to eventually invite destruction upon themselves.
Thread: Broken Blood

Interesting, and I like that. Is there any difference between the schools of magic other than practicing a certain type?
Thread: Broken Blood

The differences are like...math in accounting, math in statistics, and math in physics. They're all math, but they focus on different aspects of it. All the fields of magic rely on a fundamental understanding of mana, but using it requires understanding jow it works in different contexts. A lumen mage understands mana very differently from a chaos mage, and their fields have little overlap. You don't see accountants doing theoretical physics, nor vice versa. Neither can fire mages do chaos magic.
Thread: Broken Blood

excellent. I'll wait for grinning to weigh in before discussing further, but I definitely am interested in Ark being a chaos mage. He'd obviously also have proper understanding of blood magic.
Thread: Broken Blood

Why hello there.. This took a different turn, than initially expected. One, I'm not sure I mind, I might add. My character, for Tsair's sake, is named Vladimir Rasputin. He is a very talented Blood Mage, and never had any other call, then that of Blood. This has made him a bit more adept in Blood Magic, then many other Mages who chose a path down the more advanced skills. But furthermore, Vladimir is a designer, both of fashion and war. He's designed many different outfits for both court, and the battlefield. His designs was always highly valued, and this had gotten him a spot among nobility, and therefor a part in the King's army. Vladimir happily accepted, wanting to put his magic to use. Where Arkon would be more supportive with his Blood Magic, Vladimir would be extremely aggressive, and brutal. He takes use of all advantages he get's, and fear is a powerful weapon. And there is little more frightening, than a man who seems to enjoy, sucking the blood out of another person, only to turn it into caustic projectiles. But where he isn't strong, is fighting in any sort of combat, reliant on weapons. Vladimir is the kind of entity, who needs support to work. Which is why him and Arkon, would probably work perfect together. Arkon has the Blood and Chaos support through his magic, and his protection through his weapon. While Vladimir has the fear factor, and focus on pain in his. As for foreknowledge between the two, I'd like if the two came from different backgrounds. Arkon being a Battlemage, probably wouldn't have been very high in the noble scene? While Vladimir Rasputin's past had lead him into high society at a young age, making him a nobleman. But perhaps they first met each other on the same assignment. Which is where they would realize, just how perfect their powers where, when properly mixed?
Thread: Broken Blood

I agree that they wouldn't have known about each other before they began working together, and that the two would pair up exceedingly well. Arkon prefers not to delve into the fear aspect of his power, but would respect Vladimir's take on the blood arts and acknowledge that they can be just as powerful. As for Arkon's background, he intended to enlist from a young age and dedicated his youth to becoming proficient at his work. His social skills would likely not be the best, but he would get along well with one whose power was easy to see.
Thread: Broken Blood

I'm gonna pull in one more character before we start, hopefully female. I think I know where to acquire one.
Thread: Broken Blood

Any progress?
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RE Me and Grinning - Werewolves aren't all the same She could tell by the boots what the man was as he moved towards her, she locked eyes with him by looking up. Half of his face was covered, stopping her from seeing his face. She lifted her paw and put it on his boot and whined, attempting to pull her bloody foot from the contraption. It only caused her pain to try this and she gave up, looking up at him. She hoped he would see that she wanted to live, she was hoping he would see the pleading in her eyes. She tapped her tail frustrated against the floor of the forest, her eyes pleading to him to help. She knew he was a hunter and was afraid of what he was thinking, hopefully he thought she was some... wolf, and nothing more. It shocked her that the man seemed to question his actions already, asking her even to show him a reason he should let her live, or a reason to finish her. She figured a paw on his foot signaling her thanking him for the help, would be enough to get her free without too much scuffle. will continue but don't have a lot more to post, post if you want. it's short, but don't have a lot to do currently was short on time and distracted
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RE Me and Grinning - Werewolves aren't all the same Avalen looked down that the wounded beast, with his eyes slightly narrowed, as it placed a paw on his boot. He sneered silently, as he lowered his gun a bit, seeing no potential threat from the wolf. He shook his head a few times, now knowing it was too sentient to be a simple Wolf. This was a Werewolf, begging for it's life. He remained there for a moment, very clearly contemplating things. He shouldn't even be considering this. This, was a monster. Neither an animal, or a human, in distress. He'd already killed several of it's kind, and done so without blinking, or remorse. All of those kills, had been hard fought victories. This time, it would be so easy. It's heart was right there, easy to aim at. He wouldn't even have to waist anymore than one slug of silver bullets. However, a side of him, knew that he couldn't do that. Monster, or not, it didn't deserve that. Ergh.. I don't know -why- I am doing this, but you better be grateful... If any of the other Hunters of the lodge finds out about this, my career is over! Avalen complained, as he walked to the other side of the Wolf, crouching down at a small distance, looking down at the creature. And keep your jaws, pointed in the other direction... I have no intentions of getting my throat ripped out, once I release this lock, and I won't be having my gun handy.. He warned the Wolf, waiting a moment, to make sure it would continue facing away from him. He was taught to be cautious around Werewolves, and never to underestimate their savagery. When he was sure it wouldn't turn it's face towards him, he took a step closer, looking down at the trap. The wound had gotten disgustingly bad, causing him to make a small grimace of remorse. He couldn't even imagine the pain she must have been feeling, as he shook his head a single time. I bet.. This is going to hurt. Remember I'm helping you, though.. So don't go getting angry.. There is no painless way for me to do this.. He warned again, looking towards the Wolf's head, before returning his eyes to the trap. Putting down the gun, he reached a hand to the locking mechanism. Unlocking it, it was now possible to pull the claws apart, with a little bit of force. This, was the part that would hurt. Avalen took a light breath, his spiky ears twitching a bit, as he grabbed at both of the traps claws, bracing himself. Counting down from five in his mind, he started pulling the claws apart, unlatching the metal claws from her flesh and bone, until the trap gave a small click, letting him know it was completely off. The second it gave that sound, he pushed himself backwards a bit, grabbing for his gun as he crawled a few steps away, pointing the weapon back at the Wolf. It was clear, that he didn't trust the creature, what so ever.
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RE Me and Grinning - Werewolves aren't all the same She noticed his look and knew what it meant. She had shown too much of her intellect to the man and he figured out her secret. He even mentioned it saying if the other hunters knew his career was over. She whined softly as he crouched beside her. She understood everything he was saying and looked away as he asked her to. She grinned softly at the mention of him lowering his guard, highly uncharacteristic of a hunter, perhaps this one had a heart instead of being a stone cold careless fuck. She panted softly as his hand took hold of the trap. She couldn't help but yelp out loud as the trap started to rip from her leg with a crunch. She lifted her head and looked towards his hands and then let her head fall again, her paw pressing against his boot, preparing to bolt as soon as she was able to. Her body shook from the agony and she bit down on her own teeth and growled as her tail thrashed. She resisted attacking him, knowing he was helping her and finally 'click' the trap sprang open. She pounced back away from him and lowered her head, ticking her ears, her back leg held up as she stood on the other three. Her tail swished slightly from side to side and she barked at him softly before limping off a little ways away. It didn't take long during her limp for her leg to heal and she was able to heal it up enough to stand on all fours. She looked at him, nodded, and took off into the woods. She hoped they didn't meet again, but she wasn't that lucky.
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RE Me and Grinning - Werewolves aren't all the same Her angered complaints, as he worked on the trap, made Avalen close his eyes in fear, expecting her to go against his order and lash out at him. He knew, that if she did so at this point, the trap would lash back on to her, and she would stay trapped here. These where famous hunting grounds for Hunters, so he didn't expect it'd be stupid enough to do it, but he still didn't trust it. He kept himself prepared, ready to leap back, grab the gun, and shoot the Wolf before it got at his flesh. However, the Wolf remained where it was, only looking up a bit, as the trap was loosening. And once the trap was release, they seemed to both jump away from each other, creating a short distance. Avalen placed his hand on his gun, as the Wolf stared back at him, slowly picking it up. Don't.. He said, shortly, as his finger got comfortable on the trigger, still without pointing it at the Wolf. He had no interest in threatening it now. He'd already helped it out, now it was it's time to chose.. Bloodshed, or parting ways. And after a few moments, the Wolf could already stand on four legs again, and his eyes narrowed. Now would be it's chance. However, the creature just gave him a nod, before running off. Doing so, sent a bolt of surprise through him, as he rested the gun back on the ground. Raising one brow, and an ear, he tilted his head a bit. This went against everything he'd been taught. In a way, it was a pleasant surprise. Avalen chuckled a single time, before dropping down on the ground with a sigh. This felt just as good, as helping a human, Elf or a Dwarf. Helping a person. His reputation, however, would be ruined, if anyone found out.. he closed his eyes, and buried the experience as a one time memory, never to be thought of again. That night, Avalen camped in the woods, setting up a small fire to stay warm, and cook. Resting by the fire, his fingers elegantly tended to his weapons and gadgets, keeping everything in pristine order, and making sure it all worked as it should. This was his reputation. He crafted weapons and gadgets, like no other Hunter. Avalen had many skills, but the ones he was most proud of, was his ingenuity, and creativity, when it came to alchemy and craftsmanship. This was also how he earned most of his keep. He crafted weapons and gear for other hunters. He brewed dead-mans-poison, Wolfsbane and painkillers, for the Hunters. He did so much for them, and was respected for such, but was also heavily under paid. He was invaluable asset to the Hunter's Lodge, which would always grant him assistance when he needed it. A valuable feat. After he'd had a fine dinner of Horse meat, and grilled vegetables and cleaning his weapons, he laid back, reading a book of Alchemy. He always tried to keep up, on current advances in alchemical brewing and steam powered technologies. But after half an hour of reading, he closed his eyes, and let rest fall over him. Of course, he wasn't completely unprotected. The surrounding area was set up with varies traps and chimes, to warn him of closing danger. Avalen, was a light sleeper, and always had one eye open.
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RE Me and Grinning - Werewolves aren't all the same Sarence made her way back to her pack, her father belittling her for smelling like a human. She explained and he scoffed at her. How dare she expect help from a meager human. Through the next few months, everything seemed to be quiet, peaceful, and laid back. She hunted with the pack, caught food with them and even bathed with them in the spring next to their campsite. She rarely left her wolf form as the human form was deemed Necessity only Unlike their brethren who lived off the flesh of mortals, her pack lived off animals, and even leavestree bark. They sharpened their teeth on the bones of their fallen prey and likewise honed their skills against them. Sarence was growing larger than she used to be, the first time she met that man. She half wished that day had never happened until today. A shrill howl curled the fur on the back of Sarence's neck. She cast her eyes to the horizon and narrowed them, giving a howl back and listening to the response. There was none. The howl had been from one of their own and Sarence had no choice but to lead a hunt to find her pack member. She quickly made her way towards the noises, it took them at least 2 hours to scale the huge mountain that they used for the pack, going down to the lowest elevation. The temperature had dropped about 20 degrees going up the mountain, naturally colder the higher one climbed. They finally came to the point where the noise had originally taken place and just over the tree tops smoke could be seen rising from the foliage. Her eyes widened as she narrowed her vision and found out why. The village was on fire - and part of her pack was ripped to shreds on the ground. She looked around and found a large dire wolf stalking through the village. Dire wolves were different from her kind, able to transform but refusing to, able to speak but refusing to, able to understand human language, but again refusing to. They were as feral as sentient beings can be. It didn't take long for her to realize that they were not alone here, beneath the wreck age humans were dying - being burned alive, among them was a highly familiar scent. The scent however wasn't burning, or dying, it had to be fighting. My idea, and one that works well, is have him fight one of the Dires and chase it off into the woods where he gets knocked down by the creature, just before it tears out his throat Sarence will come to his aid - putting in play the other ideas I have 3 feel free to take it a different direction though if you don't like that idea