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Thread: Moved [RoleplayMaster and Sigr]

The situation was still understandably awkward, but they were steadily recovering from a pretty awful and weird moment. Curtis seemed a bit bummed, not a surprise considering Veronica's horrible compliment timing, but he seemed to be enjoying himself as he wanted to shop for some kind of surprise. Fine, fine Veronica said amused, wondering what Curtis was up to, but she behaved and got to the car, jumping into it. He soon joined her with his mystery purchase, and even if Veronica was curious she just didn't mention it. Luckily the police tests people for alcohol, not sugar. I think I'm food drunk she joked, heading back under the shining sun. Once home there was no trace of Curtis' parents, at least on the bottom floor, were they upstairs or on an errand was a mystery to her, but Curtis didn't seem to mind it, so she didn't. It's time for something new, here Veronica opened the shopping bag with their outfits, and threw Curtis his shorts. She looked around, but since her task was to carry out boxes she didn't know their home as her mother did. Luckily she didn't have to ask, since Curtis headed upstairs and she could use a small bathroom not far from the back side of the house. Changed on her brand new sport bikini, Veronica felt good but weird. It was comfortable, but she had trouble trying to not be specially aware of how her abdomen was exposed. Thinking that she better get herself refreshed and forget such issues, Veronica dived in without waiting for Curtis, using the pool as a distraction and a way to cover herself at least partially. The cool water felt amazing under the summer sun, and since Veronica was just full of food she took it calmly, letting herself float with her eyes closed, engrossed in a slow and lazy backstroke.
Thread: Sugar dating with a surprise [ HeyThereLittleBear x Andersson ]

Patrick held the door to the Michelin star restaurant for his date and let her and himself out into the late summer evening. The two of them had enjoyed a luxurious dinner mostly consisting of various shellfish, something he had found never failed to impress the type of girls he brought here. Over the past six or so months, he had dated a number of exceptionally hot girls, none of them older than 20, that he had met through a sugar dating website, a site that promoted 'mutually beneficial relationships' between wealthy men and beautiful women. This girl was different, though. Being used to stunning but, to various degrees, air-headed bimbos, it was nice to meet one that he could have a meaningful conversation with. Someone who had a real passion, one that was not about shoes or purses. And she might even be the hottest one of them all, with a great smile and an athletic body hiding beneath that dress, if his eyes were not mistaken. The air was warm and he flung his tailor made suit jacket over his shoulder, after having offered it to his date. He put his other hand at the small of her back, just barely high enough to not be considered grabbing her ass, and lead her along the sidewalk towards his Jaguar F-type that stood parked just a short walk down the street. I had a wonderful time, but let's not end the night here. I have a nice bottle Champagne on ice up at my house in the hills. The view from up there is amazing. He was not exaggerating. If there was one thing that impressed girls more than a Michelin star dinner or a ride in his Jaguar, it was his house up in the hills overlooking the city. What do you say? It was almost not a question.
Thread: The Devil's Own Time (Azecreth & tiger_lily)

To Sayaka Homura might seem like an imperceptible book, but the reverse was far from true. Homura was amused, confident, and she knew all too much about how the mind of the blue haired girl worked. She had learned again and again, repeat after repeat. Homura had the upper hand here, but she didn't even really need it. Not when she could read her guest like an open book. The question was, what would happen this time. When Sayaka started talking about herself, Homura slipped into an almost casual disinterest. She did care about her future plans, but that was as they related to Madoka and the safety of her world. What place she ended up studying music didn't matter that much, though she would admit that it was an acceptable alternative to what usually happened when Sayaka became a magical girl. It was something she never would have gotten had Homura not taken over, to give them human lives to live. But at last they came to the crux of the matter, and a small grin escaped her facade as she leaned forward as she accepted the spoken challenge. How much like her it was, Sayaka willing to lay down her own life and her own dreams for someone else, to sacrifice in some pointless display of heroics and bravery when there was no need to do so. And so stubbornly sure that she was right, even in the face of the facts. It made dealing with her frustrating at best, but she would not be Sayaka otherwise. It was nothing that the Devil was not used to dealing with. Come now Sayaka, she said at last, once her guest had finished saying her piece and proposing her frankly outrageous ultimatum. It wasn't like she had a way of actually fulfilling it, not with the power that she was up against. But Homura was more than willing to give peace a chance. Have I ever brought Madoka harm in the time that I have known her? A hard question to answer, if only because Homura hadn't. Sure, she might be overbearing to some extent, but she'd never actually hurt Madoka, and had helped her on many occasions. Though she doubted that that would assuage Sayaka, full of justice as she was. I have every intention of letting Madoka live her own life, indeed I would like nothing more than for her to live as she wishes. All I wish to do is to protect her from herself, because you cannot deny that her selfless personality makes her all too willing to hurt herself for the wellbeing of others. It was a story she had seen play out many times, and the one she was hoping to stop here. She met Sayaka's gaze then, peering to see whether the glimmer of the past rested there, a power beyond the world that currently existed now unleashed and ready to fight. Homura didn't feel it, but one could never be too sure when it came to Gods and Angels. You can choose to not believe me, of course, but it's the truth. Am I the real danger to Madoka? For being her friend, you are remarkably quick to drag her off on whatever scheme you have concocted, regardless of how risky it may be. Are you sure that it isn't you she should be worried about? My, she had forgotten how much fun this was. Here was hoping her guest did not disappoint.
Thread: The Devil's Own Time (Azecreth & tiger_lily)

Somehow, it's even more unsettling when that mask of Homura's falters and a smile slips onto her face. Sayaka averts her eyes from the other girl, even though she knows it makes her less than intimidating. She knows Homura isn't intimidated by her, anyway. Which raises the question once more... why is she here? Why is she doing this? Sayaka shakes her head, closing her eyes for a moment. You... haven't done any harm to her, she replies, not able to hide the uncertainty in her voice. What Homura says next, though, starts to harden the feeling of ill-ease Sayaka has been consumed by into a foundation she can stand upon. She opens her eyes, gazing at the black-haired girl. What schemes? she asks. What risk? We're high school girls, Homura. Are you talking about when I dragged Madoka to karaoke with all those friends of Kyouko's she didn't know? Or... do you know something I don't? Even though admitting that it's hard to imagine any actual danger arising from a prosaic life like theirs undermines her earlier concern for Madoka's safety, Sayaka matches Homura's smile with her own, the profound uncertainty fading from her demeanor. It's still just a vague feeling, based on memories that she can't quite grasp, but Sayaka's confidence is growing. She was part of something, once... something bigger than this. Something important . And Homura's words - her talk of danger and protection, when any reasonable person would find it absurd and insulting that Sayaka could even imagine such things - are convincing her that it's not just her imagination. There's only one conclusion that Sayaka can come to. One reason why this has been bothering her for so many years. One explanation for why her memory fails her here, when she clearly remembers her first meeting with Madoka, with Homura, with Kyouko. She glances down at her hand, at the ring she wears, then back up at Homura. What she says next will drive a wedge into the relationship between her and Homura, more than ever before... but they never really did get along in the first place. ...Just what did you do to me, devil, all those years ago? Sayaka asks, keeping her eyes fixed on Homura. I told you I wouldn't forget. But you've sure tried your best to make me, haven't you? Her smile is a strained one, with no happiness underneath, but her uncertainty is gone. The past and the power it holds might still be locked away from the ordinary-looking schoolgirl, as solidly as if it were behind a door. But if there's one thing that's common to Sayaka Miki, across every life she's lived, it's that she won't stop bashing against that door, no matter how broken and bruised her body might get, until she reaches the truth behind it.
Thread: The Devil's Own Time (Azecreth & tiger_lily)

In the end it seemed that perhaps Homura might be her own greatest enemy. There was no sign that Sayaka had tapped into the power that Homura had sealed away, yet it was as if her own words had brought about some realization of what she had lost in the mind of the blue haired girl. It was an error, but one that could be easily rectified. As if Sayaka had the power to challenge her when she was an ordinary schoolgirl, much less an angel. The Devil would not be subdued so smoothly, nor fought against when her world was in jeopardy. Yet as Sayaka made her realization, things would begin to shift. Flickering shadows, and Homura seemed to take on a darker tint that did not so much promise happiness or a fair appeal, but rather the look of a predator preparing to strike. This would not be the first time that she had been forced to reimpose the memory wipe that she had placed upon Sayaka, frustrating though it usually was. But she could always take pleasure in the futile attempts that were made to try and overthrow her reign. Do you really want to know, she asked, that dangerous smile she wore laced with pure amusement, and no fear to be seen. With Sayaka sitting right in the Devil's own lair, perhaps best to not be challenging her here. Who knew what sorts of tricks she had up her sleeve? She just hadn't decided what she was going to specifically do just yet, though it was not like time was a resource that she lacked. The question asked, she did not wait for an answer as she leaned back. In spite of what you may believe, I have your best interests at heart. All of us should be able to live a normal life, to follow our own wishes and desires without being tied to some obscure fate that claims to hold sway over us. It may have come at a cost, but it is one that is worth it. There was a glimmer in her eye as she accepted the metaphorical gauntlet and dared her guest to come at her. It is hardly my fault that you insist on your method, no matter how flawed it is.
Thread: The Devil's Own Time (Azecreth & tiger_lily)

Able to live a normal life? Speak for yourself, Sayaka thinks, satisfying herself with a rebuttal solely within her own mind - though at this point, if Homura revealed she could read her thoughts, she wouldn't be that surprised. Some obscure fate that holds sway over us? Oh, maybe you are speaking for yourself. Of course I want to know, Sayaka finally replies aloud. Even if it's worth it, paying a cost isn't fair if you don't fully grasp what that cost is. I know that better than anyone. Why does she know that better than anyone? She isn't sure. But she's certain of it. Sayaka rises to her feet. Did you know I've started keeping a diary, devil? she says. It's foolish to tip her hand, but there's always been a bit of foolhardy boastfulness in her. I've tried to be as detailed as I can about the thoughts that lead me here today. Make me forget them, and I'll read what I wrote and come back tomorrow to say the very same things. Make me forget I have a diary, and I'm going to be awfully curious what that book sitting on the center of my desk is. Break into my house and take it, and... Sayaka shakes her head, grinning ruefully. If you're willing to go that far, maybe you've got the better of me. But you'd better be sneaky about it if you're not going to disturb my family, okay? She's played her trump card. Now she just needs to hope it will force Homura's hand. Do your worst to me, devil, Sayaka declares, looking down at the dark-haired girl and that insufferable smirk upon her face. And I'll do mine to you. Just what can she do? Sayaka still doesn't know. But she finds herself taking action nonetheless. She reaches down, picking up her bag, opening it. She takes out a water bottle. She opens it. With a tip of her hand, she pours its contents out upon the floor, causing a small puddle to gather around her feet. Looking at the state of this place, I don't think the devil cares about water damage to her floor, chides that logical voice in the back of her mind. But there's no place for logic here. Only conviction. Sayaka glares down at Homura. As she stands, she casts a long shadow upon the wall behind her. It flickers in the light, and the twin lines cast by her legs seem to merge into one...
Thread: The Devil's Own Time (Azecreth & tiger_lily)

It was hard for Homura to take any threats that Sayaka made seriously, if only because of how paltry those threats actually were. A diary? Her Familiars could take care of that easily enough. Yet it seemed that Sayaka wanted the truth, and was more than willing to throw her life away in order to get it. That was just like her, and she knew more than most that the blue haired girl had done that before. Well, if that was the game that they were playing then so be it. Interesting, she noted aloud, ignoring the water on her floor. If that was the worst Sayaka could actually do then they wre still ridiculously unmatched. She held all the cards, whether the other girl recognized it or not. But as she sat there she couldn't help but catch sight of the shadows cast by her guest, eyes widening slightly. Oh, she knew the implications, and it seemed that she would have to act after all. It seemed bullheaded conviction had its perks after all. With a sigh, she gave in. Fine. You wish to know what happened? She would show her what had happened. So she leaned back in her seat, in a manner most uncharacteristic of the girl that Sayaka knew. Her smile was almost indulgent as she basked in her power. Time to show her guest just how outclassed she was. A clap rang out in the air. Reality warped, the diary vanishing from existence as if it had never been there, while Homura reinforced the divide between Sayaka and her powers. Yet the building would seem a bit different, the water on the floor gone and the structure seeming a bit...other. Homura herself is drastically different, clad in a strange dress, a purple ribbon in her hair, and wings sprouting from her back. You are in my world, she said, suddenly behind Sayaka and grabbing her hands, to clasp them together in magically enchanted handcuffs. Where my word is law. But it seems you've forgotten that fact, and gotten a bit too nosy for your own good. Again. A chuckle escaped as she moved back around front, cupping Sayaka's chin to tilt her head upwards. I'll just have to correct that before you prove too troublesome for me.
Thread: The Devil's Own Time (Azecreth & tiger_lily)

Though Sayaka may have, at one point, grasped at the coat-tails of divinity... right now she's human. And so an entirely human gasp of shock comes from her as her memories change, and the building changes around her. Both are disorienting, though Sayaka can't place what exactly has gone missing from her mind she just knows that something has. She steadies herself as quickly as she can and looks at the devil before her, with scarcely enough time for her eyes to widen at Homura's rather different appearance before the demon is behind her, asserting the power she always had. Instinctively, Sayaka thrashes, letting out a yell that's more borne of anger and indignation than a cry for help. But the cuffs hold firm, nor can she break free from Homura's grasp. By the time she considers whether she should cry for help, she understands that it's useless. Homura has powers that she can hardly even imagine... not with the relevant parts of her memories in tatters. Bits and pieces float through her mind's eye, just out of reach she glimpses a vision of herself in similarly ostentatious attire to Homura's right now, a sword in her hand, but she has no idea how to become that again. She's sure Homura has seen to it that she can't. So she places her hope in the only weapon she has left her words. She may not be able to fell Homura with them, but she can at least jab the demon a few times before she's disarmed. A grin spreads across Sayaka's face as she glares into Homura's eyes, only too eager to meet her gaze, even as she makes it clear with a few motions that she'd twist her chin out of that grip if she could. Just try it, she retorts. How many times have you messed with my head already, devil? For all I know, I've come here every day since that first argument when we were in middle school, and every day you've tricked me into going away. But I'll never forget what you are. I promised you that, and I never break my promises. Not even to monsters like you. Sayaka's breathing is ragged, her chest rising and falling conspicuously beneath her uniform blouse not from the exertion of her momentary, useless struggling, but from nervousness. The signs are subtle - the slight wavering in her otherwise confident voice, the way her eyes are just a little too wide as they glare at Homura. But it's there. The emotion that any self-respecting demon savors like fine wine. Fear.
Thread: The Devil's Own Time (Azecreth & tiger_lily)

Homura's grin did not fade as Sayaka thrashed and struggled, forced into useless efforts to escape as if of a subconscious thought. That was perhaps her lot in life, to struggle against the unbeatable and to be ground down and destroyed by it. Perhaps like what would happen here, given enough time. But of course there was the defiance, the angry words, the threats, everything that she knew to expect. Like she had said, Sayaka was predictable. I could tell you how many times it has been, but where would the fun be in that, Homura crooned as she released Sayaka's chin. Her grin widened at the telltale signs, the fear beginning to slip through. It was a reaction sh had never received before, and she had to wonder what inspired it. Was it because she had struck before her guest could return to her apotheosis, her divinity? It was an opportunity she had never achieved in their previous encounters, so it seemed likely. She would just have to make the best of it. She did not pause though, instead suddenly behind Sayaka again as she went on. You don't need to forget, or stop hating me. I just need you to not resist, she explained smoothly. That was the point, to maintain this world as best she could. Sayaka was key to that, a focal point of resistance that threatened her order every time she remembered. Something needed to be done. and with the situation at hand it seemed as though she might finally have a way to solve this problem. At least, so she hoped. A hand rose to begin loosening Sayaka's school uniform, not stripping anything away but tormenting her guest with silken touches, tracing along hems and brushing against bare skin. At the same time the 'mice' would be revealed, her Clara Dolls stepping out from the shadows to sing and play as they walked about the room and waited on their mistress. These are my children, Homura explained as she glanced over at them. Rowdy, but they will do anything for me. They're going to make sure you don't get any ideas about pulling pointless theatrics. After all, this is my world. I could wipe you away and no one would ever know you were gone. A lie, but Sayaka didn't know that. Let the games begin.
Thread: The Devil's Own Time (Azecreth & tiger_lily)

Sayaka yanks a bit more at her handcuffs just for the principle of it, though she's not eager to make her wrists sore in what she suspects would be a futile effort. Me, not resist? That's about as likely as you not being a creep, she retorts. With every word, it becomes more evident that her brazen insults are a facade over the far more ambiguous feelings below. Realizing how helpless she's become, in mere moments, once Homura deigned to render her so has already dampened the girl's spirit. Now it's just a matter of beating down her pride so she acknowledges she's no match for the demon. The girl flinches as Homura lifts a hand to her clothes. She takes a step back and twists to try and yank the fabric out of Homura's hands, but then pauses, realizing that it's a show of weakness to allow Homura to provoke the reaction she obviously desires. So she stays put, glaring at the demon before her as that hand trails along her body. Yet reflexive motions, subtle shivers and twitches, slip past her valiant attempt to remain cool and undisturbed. In time, she bites her lip. It's obvious the teasing bothers her. One advantage remains on Sayaka's side this Sayaka isn't the one Homura knows best. She's gotten smarter over the years. If I'm such a problem for you, yet you could wipe me away, you'd have done so already, accuses the blue-haired girl. So either you can't... or you're a sicko who keeps people around just to mess with them. That teasing grin reappears on her face. And if you are, why tell me not to resist? Won't it spoil your fun if I give in too easily? Pointedly, she makes no comment about the dolls, and Homura might notice she's trying not to look at them. Sayaka was a witch with her own familiars on numerous occasions, but now she's human, and familiars are meant to unsettle her. Perhaps it's a sort of primeval survival instinct, a warning humans forged for themselves to flee before the witch catches them. But she can't flee from this. She walked into the trap herself.