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Thread: Oaths Twice Writ, Thrice Sworn (Umbrale & Erit)

A scoff was quick to follow the mage's amused point at her chosen nickname. Seriously? She retorted, lips turning up at one side to give an amused-if-annoyed smile. You try to come up with a nickname for someone when you're six. I mean, all you do is leave off two letters of my name! And do you even know how hard it is to pronounce 'chase, at that age? It was so much easier to shorten it. With a huff, she finished, but Alisia's pout only remained for the short moment it took her to nom over the pancake-laden side of the fork eyes rolling back with feigned ecstasy at the taste. The winged kitsune wasn't one to torture him thoroughly, and neither did she enjoy the indentured-servitude level of attention that he self-amusingly gave her. A deft movement of her hand snatched the fork from his fingers, and bared the meal to her voracious appetite. Of course, it wasn't to be said that she didn't have manners. Alisia performed well enough at state dinners and the like, but when it came to her own meals, the proper way of her life was as thrown-to-the-side, as most other aspects of it. Her fork rode a roller-coaster of rising and falling, as the breakfast was effectively erased from existence. Only when the pancakes were done, the eggs half-scrambled from their sunny-side-up start, did she pause to consider his idea. Ugh, and have to put up with that abominably slow music? Only if you insist..., her words came out with the double-edged amusement one could only expect from the heiress, her eyes flashing up to hold Chase's, glinting with the mirth that he knew she enjoyed his musics, while the last bite of hashbrowns disappeared between her lips. The breakfast finished--the orange juice and water had disappeared somewhere in-between, as did the entire precursor of crispy-fried-goodness to her final bite, almost as if whisked away by magic. With a flourish, she pulled the covers from the side of the bed, and sat up closer to Chase a long overhead stretch of her arms followed by wings, brought her back down to level with the male. But besides that later-date, have you adjusted our plans? I'd imagine you want to stretch the metaphysical wings you just sprouted...
Thread: Oaths Twice Writ, Thrice Sworn (Umbrale & Erit)

He restrained himself from pointing out that he also halved the number of syllables in dropping those two letters there wasn't much point to scuffling over something as pedantic as linguistics at that hour, less so when he considered the niggling hunger in his own stomach that would need to wait to be treated until Alisia took lunch. Similarly, he refrained from chastising her table manners, or lack thereof, since not only was there no one to impress in the room, but the odds of his Lady turning things around to tease him were worryingly high. A wise Chase, he figured, would avoid giving her the chance if he didn't want it seized. He almost rose to the provocation, knowing full well she was provoking him, but Chase took a breath and folded his hands over crossed knees as he leaned back in the chair. I believe you mean 'metaphorical,' my Lady, he said with a smile, the tone less formal and more earnest but not quite as open as it had been in childhood, but that doesn't matter. I am to abstain from using any magic unless absolutely necessary until it can be determined what specifically is awry with my connection to Akasha. He waved a hand beside his stubbornly azure eye for emphasis, the queer coloration of his irises a troubling sign of the irregularity that had come to define Chase's existence these past months. Doctor's orders, I'm afraid. While I don't cause rampant phenomena anymore, it's been decided to be too dangerous for me to attempt any arcane undertakings still. It is... A deep, focusing breath was taken, a hefty sigh bearing the weight of the land to moderate his language and tone in front of a lady, ... vexing, to have come into my power and yet have even less of it available to me than before. Honestly, part of him wondered if he would be better off completely without magic, rather than running through these hoops it seemed determined to put him through. Of course... He smirked, rising to his feet and putting away the remnants of breakfast on the trolley before offering a hand to his old friend, a gentlemanly gesture to help her to her feet, ... If we should be away from the house, what Thomas and Lloyd don't know, won't hurt me, now will it? ---------- And Section Four has cornered the dregs of the Chilean insurgent group that attacked your housing developments, as of the latest report two days ago. If I may be allowed speculation, they should be fully eliminated in time for Section Four to provide the usual security for the Lagerion Corporation's annual dinner party. Lucian finished, dismissing the holographic array of files and documents as he briefed the Memoiri patriarch of his holdings. But I doubt the focus of this conversation is to be business as usual, now is it, Brev? The Cadence head smirked, cocking his hips and leaning his shoulder into the wall. So, what's really going on? Do you have any ideas for what's happened to my son? Or is this about something else?
Thread: Welcome to the Dream (Potter and Emily)

Michael wandered down the streets of Lexington with his coffee in one hand and a metal cane in the other, letting out a frustrated sigh before taking a sip of his bitter brew. Michael himself was a tall, slightly tanned young man with short brown hair and hazel eyes masked behind a pair of glasses. He was dressed rather plainly with just a blue t-shirt from the local University and jeans. His rather average look, minus the cane, masked his true nature rather well and his true purpose. Michael was a member of a certain...club if one wanted to call it that. They kept secret forbidden and eldritch knowledge it was something only a few should know for good reason and definitely needed to be kept out of the wrong hands. This club needed recruits though, and so they had to scout potential new members too. It was Michael's turn to do just that and with the aid of the club, he had reached out to a girl named Emily who had appeared to have taken an interest in the occult recently. How far that interest and knowledge went was what he was here to find out. This place sure is out of the way. He chuckled to himself, knowing that was for a reason they arranged to meet at a local hole in the wall cafe that offered private rooms for conversations. He walked in and nodded to the barresta before ordering himself a Black Eye, he'd need the energy. He looked around for this Emily girl, seeing if she had made it here before him. She hadn't messaged him that she had, but he still figured it didn't hurt to look while he was waiting on his drink. The ambiance was certainly homey...bookshelves abound with love seats and sofas here and there along with some tables and a mellow soundtrack of ambient tecno and smooth jazz. He didn't even care if this girl showed up at this point, he could spend the rest of the day relaxing here if push came to shove.
Thread: Welcome to the Dream (Potter and Emily)

The contact had been...unexpected. Borderline unwelcome. Having her research interrupted, let alone having someone try to steal it, wasn't her idea of a good time. Still, there was no denying it had piqued her interest that there might be others who were also delving into a field of study long since forgotten or merely glorified as fiction. So many in this town having no idea what power existed out there. Existed right here in Lexington. Emily had told him to meet her at a cafe that wouldn't draw too much attention. She'd arrived before him, sitting in the back of the cafe with a large, leather bound book opened in front of her. Empty brown eyes peered up from the pages whenever the bell over the door rang to signal a new patron. If it wasn't him she'd let her eyes stray back down to the aged pages. The seventh time the door opened she knew it was the one who had contacted her. Her narrow left eyebrow cocked slightly at the sight of his cane, head shaking ever so slightly. What was this, the 17th century? Regardless, Emily observed him for several moments as he took his seat. She gave him a few moments to simmer before finally snapping the tome shut with a loud snap. Standing from her booth, the large book got tucked underneath the pit of her left arm, keeping it held close to her body. Dressed in her usual 'drab' attire, a black long sleeved suit like dress with white collared undershirt with three buttons. The dress went down just mid thigh. Black stockings covered the nearly the entirety of her pale, slender legs which covered what the dress wouldn't have. Polished black buckle shoes her shoes of choice. Raven black hair tied back into two thin, meticulously woven braids. Her right hand moved up to brush a few stray strands back behind her ear prior to reaching out and pulling the chair across the table from him. Sitting down promptly, she hugged the large book across her chest and stomach. Emily's face was completely unreadable, brown eyes staring directly into his sunglass hidden eyes. You're late. was all she stated, voice feminine but rather flat. Lacking inflection or emotion.
Thread: Welcome to the Dream (Potter and Emily)

Michael turned to the sound of her voice as he looked her over. His glasses were transitions so they were beginning to readjust, but he took the time while his eyes were obfuscated to observe her. She certainly was pretty and seemed to be as reclusive as he was told. He nodded his head softly at her point of being late as he took a small sip of his coffee. Sorry, I don't normally come to this part of town, so I got a little sidetracked. He offered what excuse he could, and he wasn't lying as this part of the town wasn't the best known to him. He stuck around the University and didn't make too many trips out to the outskirts of town where the cafe was located. I hope you don't mind if I call you Emily, I'm Michael and it's nice to meet a fellow researcher. He offered his hand out for a polite handshake as was custom. Once formalities were out of the way, his eyes wandered to the book she held. Based on the size and shape he had a pretty good guess as to what it was and let out a soft chuckle. Master Wilhelm's Book of Runes and Sigils, correct? He inquired, already knowing the answer as he took another sip of his coffee and gave her a small, curious smile. What do you think of it so far? His tone was without a doubt curious. Master Wilhelm was one of the people his group studied and learned from...but he wasn't their many source, no. He was curious if she had been able to work her way through it and learn about his protege, Laurence and if she had done any research on him yet. After all, the tome were written in a mixture of Latin and High German so not many people were even capable of understanding the works these days. He was curious what knowledge this young girl had managed to gleam so far.
Thread: The Secret Truth (Maiesiobreed)

The teleporter flashed crackling with energy as its high-tech parts brought back the three league members from the Earth down below. The appropriately named Zeta tube flashed with energy and then seconds later receded as the black silhouette of the three came into focus. First was the man of steel himself the all American alien wonder who along with the other two founded the now hundred strong Justice League. The second figure was in all black and head to toe armor. His strong jaw was the only thing that could be seen of his face. Even his eyes were hidden the cowl having mirrored lens that gave nothing away of the man behind the mask. Bruce Wayne. Glad to see you guys made it back safely Cyborg called out as the last of the light faded and revealed the big three of the league Everything okay? Wonder Woman Batman Superman. How are things going here? Batman AKA Bruce Wayne said. His tone was all business as he strode forward and moved off of the teleporter pad. Were fine as well Superman AKA Clark Kent said with a roll of his eyes You know Bruce you really could- How are things going? Bruce repeated cutting Clark off even as the corner of his mouth lifted into a smile please he amended this time. The rest of the leaguers are having the baby shower today Cyborg piped up laughing a little at the please Hawk girl and her husband came up today before her pregnancy stopped her from being able to Zeta travel I see Bruce said his eyes flickering behind the mirrored cowl to look over at Diana. Bruce didnt know what was going on with Diana but lately every time the pregnancy was mentioned he noted a certain sadness to her eyes. A sadness that worried him. Yeah you guys should head up Cyborg said his eyes back on the console and the information coming in I have a few more leaguers coming in that I want to monitor Ill come relieve you in a little while Bruce replied as Clark started to make his way down the hall. Bruce paused turning to Diana instead. You up for this? He asked her.
Thread: The Secret Truth (Maiesiobreed)

Diana was unusually quite as Cyborg greeted them at the entrance of the great hall. She nodded to him, forgoing her usual greeting of a warm hug and some kind words of the young member of the League. Her mind was elsewhere, distracted by the festivities being held at the headquarters today. Hawkgirl was here, heavily pregnant, nearing the end of her term, and was being showered with gifts, as was the human tradition for women about to have their first child. It should have been a happy occasion, one of great celebration and happiness for her colleague, but Diana felt a strange stirring in her soul. She had been denying it since Hawkgirl had announced she was with child, but with the woman here today, so close to giving birth, Diana could no longer deny what she was feeling. She wished it was her. She wished it was her waddling into a party, being the center of attention from all of her colleagues. She placed a hand on her tight, six pack belly, wondering how it would look sticking far out from her toned body, huge with child, as her friends cooed over her and remarked on her size. It sounded wonderful....but she was too important to the league, too important to the WORLD to be a broodmare and to give in to her maternal desires. She heard Bruce speaking to her, but she ignored what he was saying. Bruce.......not now. She said, rather curtly, and walked towards the celebration. She hung out in the back entrance, watching the guests fawn over Hawkgirl, who looked wonderful in her late stages of pregnancy. She put a hand on her own belly again, almost wistfully, before going over to wish her congratulations. You look beautiful. I am so happy for you, Diana told her, as she leaned in for a hug. She felt the woman's bump press up against her body and she had to almost stifle a moan. It wasn't fair. None of this was.
Thread: The Secret Truth (Maiesiobreed)

Something wasnt right. It didnt take the worlds greatest detective much to suss out something was wrong with the picture. While every one else looked happy for Hawk Girl and her husband Diana was far more reserved. Bruce didnt miss the look of want on her face nor the desire as she softly touched her own belly. All the evidence pointed to one thing, one thing Bruce was more than a little surprised to see Diana want. Pregnancy A child. He watched her carefully keeping her in view as she moved about the party. Thankfully Batman wasnt a mingle type and so people more or less stayed clear of him. He mostly watched it get harder and harder for her. The more pain on her face the more Bruce felt for his friend. Diana was simply put the best woman he knew. She deserved the world. When she finally disappeared and said something about taking a shower he followed. The leagues showers were unisex and no one spared him a second thought as he went in after Diana. The second the door swished closed behind him he cleared his throat and spoke up. Diana Bruce said reaching up and unsealing the cowl of his costume. He tugged it off revealing his short black hair and handsome blue eyes. I thought we could talk He said to her placing the cowl on the bench About what happened out there
Thread: The Secret Truth (Maiesiobreed)

We don't need to talk about anything, Bruce. Just drop it. There is too much to do, too much to prepare for....this shower of babies has put us firmly behind preparations and monitoring sector 7 for more criminal activity, so just drop it, ok? She said, as she left the shower without talking to anyone else. Her nipples were rock hard as she left the party, crossing her arms over her chest. Why did pregnancy do this to her? Why did the idea of being massively pregnant, being barefoot and waddling around with a full brood in her womb, do this to her? She was a stalwart of femininity, an icon of feminism, a strong rock that represented everything a woman could do on her own.....and the idea of being pregnant with a man's child filled her with so much joy and erotic energy she felt she could burst. It's not fair.... She grumbled to herself, as she entered the monitoring room. It was empty, save for her.
Thread: Hungry Like The Wolf (PoisonousIvee/Mr.Aznable)

Sylas wasn't your average young man in the world. In fact, he was probably the most wild one you ever met. His family disowned him once they discovered his sexual taste in men to keep their dignity. Which was fine, it gave him more freedom to do as he wanted, let him sleep with as many men as he liked. The world was his oyster.
Thread: Hungry Like The Wolf (PoisonousIvee/Mr.Aznable)

The town elders did not approve of Sylas' actions, but he rarely listened. Late nights in the town pub, Sylas was able to earn a decent living, and have an even better time.
Thread: Hungry Like The Wolf (PoisonousIvee/Mr.Aznable)

One day, finally tired of his promiscuity, the elders had him arrested and brought before the court.
Thread: Hungry Like The Wolf (PoisonousIvee/Mr.Aznable)

Is this really necessary? Sylas asked the court, flipping his bangs out of his face tiredly.
Thread: Hungry Like The Wolf (PoisonousIvee/Mr.Aznable)

For your crimes of adultery, you will be executed. One said firmly.
Thread: Hungry Like The Wolf (PoisonousIvee/Mr.Aznable)

Executed for adultery? He asked. Then you'll have to execute half the men in this town, Elder. He said. I can give you names, are you sure you want to go down this road? He asked.
Thread: Hungry Like The Wolf (PoisonousIvee/Mr.Aznable)

There was small chatters between them, a smaller population didn't bode well, Very well, you will be banished instead.
Thread: Hungry Like The Wolf (PoisonousIvee/Mr.Aznable)

Fine by me, I suppose. He said, stretching and getting up. Glad to not be judged, finally. He said. Is that all? Can I go now? He asked.
Thread: Hungry Like The Wolf (PoisonousIvee/Mr.Aznable)

Yes, please leave. They said and waved him away.
Thread: Hungry Like The Wolf (PoisonousIvee/Mr.Aznable)

Oh, Elder Maxwell? Tell your son I said goodbye he said as he walked off.
Thread: Hungry Like The Wolf (PoisonousIvee/Mr.Aznable)

There was loud angry sputtering as Sylas left, soft whispers filling the room.
Thread: Hungry Like The Wolf (PoisonousIvee/Mr.Aznable)

Sylas tugged on his red hood and grabbed his gold before walking to the gates of town and leaving. He sighed as he watched the gates close behind him.
Thread: Hungry Like The Wolf (PoisonousIvee/Mr.Aznable)

This was it. Life on his own. Where to go from here, he wondered.
Thread: Hungry Like The Wolf (PoisonousIvee/Mr.Aznable)

The mist covered the dirt road, and he decided to head north. He had heard about the largest city, the capital, and had always wanted to see it. Might as well start there.
Thread: Hungry Like The Wolf (PoisonousIvee/Mr.Aznable)

It would be a very long walk he realized. He would need a ride.
Thread: Hungry Like The Wolf (PoisonousIvee/Mr.Aznable)

He looked along the road, not a soul. He huffed and started walking toward a trading post. If he would not suffice, he had his gold to fall back on should someone be heading North. He set off, thankfully the post was not a mile up the road.
Thread: Hungry Like The Wolf (PoisonousIvee/Mr.Aznable)

When he arrived it was busy and full of older married men who didn't really pay him any mind.
Thread: Hungry Like The Wolf (PoisonousIvee/Mr.Aznable)

He made a face and kept looking around, wanting to exhaust his every option before falling back on his gold.
Thread: Hungry Like The Wolf (PoisonousIvee/Mr.Aznable)

There was one man, maybe a decade older than him he was large and muscular with long chestnut brown hair with small random braids. He looked foreign, with odd but insanely hot tattoos covering both arms.
Thread: Hungry Like The Wolf (PoisonousIvee/Mr.Aznable)

Far more than he would ever admit, Silas was now thinking more with his body than his mind. If he managed to bed this man, he might still pay for the ride. He approached the man and cleared his throat. Excuse me, sir are you.. heading north, by chance..?
Thread: Hungry Like The Wolf (PoisonousIvee/Mr.Aznable)

He looked to him and Sylas noted that his eyes were a beautiful hazel color. Aye. Oh, and he had an accent.
Thread: Hungry Like The Wolf (PoisonousIvee/Mr.Aznable)

Would you uhm.. consider a passenger? He asked. God, what was wrong with him? He'd done this song and dance over and over.
Thread: Hungry Like The Wolf (PoisonousIvee/Mr.Aznable)

Y' got money, boy? He asked, I dinna take freeloaders.
Thread: Hungry Like The Wolf (PoisonousIvee/Mr.Aznable)

I-I do not have much, but I am in great need of a ride.. he said.
Thread: Hungry Like The Wolf (PoisonousIvee/Mr.Aznable)

He narrowed his eyes slightly, How far? He asked, turning back to his food.
Thread: Monster X Samurai

Marco leaned against a bus shelter up the street and he watched the events unfold. A slime demon. poped up and these men in their flashy white coats seemed unprepared. He thought he would have to step in before an unexpected face showed up. Roman Eto, what was he doing in town? Well regardless his presence made Marcos intervention unnecessary, so he hung back and continued to drink his coffee, hoping not to be noticed. His relationship with the hunters was a mercenary one. He helped them and worked for them when it suited him, and only. Often times it did, sometimes it didn't. This relationship was allowed because he was very good at what he did since he understood their enemy intimately, in a way he doubted any others did also because some at the top had some idea of who he was and were all too happy to pat him on the shoulder and shew him away when they were done with him. That was alright by him. He was have been surprise if Roman thought him any more than a sorcerer, assuming he knew who Marco was that is. He expected that he, like most of the best hunters would disprove of him and have their righteous moment on their soap box where they told him about the error of his ways. His coffee was gone, he dropped the cup into a garbage can and started walking away from the scene of the battle. He had his own business in this city, but also his own desire to stay out of the lime light. For now he woudl go back to his Hotel and get a drink while he mulled over what the arrival of this man meant for him and his plans, if it meant anything at all.