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Thread: Pretty Lady On A Cruise (whtbitch4u2own & Spyke Lion)

She was thoroughly enjoying her time on the cruise, trying to make the best of it as it would only last for a few days before she'd be stuck back at home. Who knows then the next vacation would be because this barely happened. Deepika used the restroom and then walked out, rubbing her palm as she had her head down. Apparently, she noticed a mark on her palm, the pen she'd used earlier on her pamphlet must have been the reason. Even though she had washed her hands, it was still there. She had noticed it just now too. She saw someone walk past her and then call out to her. Her eyes fluttered wide open as she came to a halt in front of tall man. She did look amazing in her decent of a dress and nicely done hairdo. Her hair split at the front with few strands done into braids on both sides, only to be held with a butterfly buckle at the back of her head while her silky hair just lingered over her shoulders. She further ornated herself with simple red lipstick, an eye liner and nothing else. For a split second, she thought she'd heard the similar voice before and so, she looked up when the person politely tried to get her attention and probably prevent a collision. I'm sorry... She said as she looked up, stepping aside and found the man approaching her was none other than Wes. She'd met him earlier, on the deck and while it was hard to recall, his name came to her mind a few seconds later. She felt awful during that time and then spoke to him in a questioning tone, Wes? I am right, right? She was able to recall his name, You couldn't tell it was me? She spoke with a surprised tone of voice and added, It is a surprise. Yeah...the restaurant. Actually, I just had dinner. Going back in to eat my dessert! She spoke with great excitement, obviously visible to him that she had a thing for sweet items. Don't tell me you are lost? She asked him as she recalled he was asking for something. Though, he was well dressed.
Thread: The Devil Made Me Popular(Princess Pittooey & Lady Jace)

It was strange being in an old, abandoned parking garage by herself. Scary. But if she just simply allowed herself to be scared of a little rats and darkness, she wouldn't be worthy of doing what she was getting ready to do. A lantern took care of the darkness, and she ignored the skittering noises that occasionally went through the garage while she drew up the proper summoning circles using her own blood that she had managed to collect. Good thing she was majoring to become a nurse..she was scared that she would screw up drawing her blood. The raven haired college girl, standing at about five ft tall, was at her wits end with it all..if her drawing in her own blood didn't tip anyone off. She always had been invisible. Maybe it was because she had no figure...or presence. Maybe it was the dumb, thick framed glasses she wore. Or her mousy voice. Either way, no matter how old she got, no one ever noticed her, and she hated it. She just wanted people to see how amazing she was. She was a straight A student..she was smart. But that was all she had going for her. She even chopped her hair into a bob cut and no one even noticed..not even her mother! But that all ended today. The minute she was finished with her work of art, she stood in the middle of it. Demons liked virgins, so she'd use herself as an offering. Her soul for the slightest amount of popularity..was a fair trade. Her college dance was coming up, and she would be damned if she missed another dance just because she didn't have a date. Hell, she didn't even have a friend to go with. She pulled a small journal out of her oversized jacket, and her brown eyes scanned over book. It was then she began reciting a dead language, one that she didn't even know existed. Would this work? Would this seriously summon a demon? Eh, probably not. She was probably crazy. At least that's what she thought, until the rusty, crimson color of her blood began to glow and the room around her began to pulsate. Before she knew it, a flash of crimson light blinded her temporarily and she had to shut her eyes. Her black hair tied in a loose ponytail had suddenly come loose thanks to the violent winds around her. She felt...scared. Like she had done something really, really bad. But...she had to swallow her fear. This was it, this was what she wanted!
Thread: The Devil Made Me Popular(Princess Pittooey & Lady Jace)

As the flash of crimson faded, it appeared that there was nothing left of the parking garage. Instead, she was surrounded by complete blackness. It was not a particular lack of light, she could see clearly. Yet, everything around her was blackness. Still, one could easily tell that the blackness had borders, that she was in some sort of completely black room. The only feature was the summoning circle, which had grown in size and become the entire floor of the room. Then, as suddenly as the flash, there was a desk in the room, a chair on each side. In one chair, which looked far more comfortable than the other, sat a man, his eyes locked on the girl across the room from him. It was all very dramatic in the end, but it was the way that things were done and he was not one to deviate from tradition. The man was, for the most part, rather underwhelming. His face, for the moment, was rather handsome. His dark brown hair sat nearly atop his head, cut short and combed back. His slim build was covered by a dark blue, nearly black suit, that was finely tailored to sit on his body. Almost every feature made him appear to be nothing but an ordinary corporate worker. Everything except for his eyes. They were a mirror of the normal human eye, with blackness filling in what would be white. his pupils were a striking red, reminiscent of blood. His expression, as if crafted to counter the disturbing image of his eyes, was calm and friendly. A pale hand moved to adjust a small nameplate, the only decoration on the desk. My name is Raz and I am very pleased to meet you. His voice was just as soft as his expression. For the most part, Raz knew the reason that he had been summoned. He had no grand powers like telepathy to pull her thoughts from her mind. It was just always the same when he was dealing with someone her age. They wanted something insignificant, something that would not even matter in a year or two from now, something that would require only the smallest sliver of their soul to buy. Still, it was not his job to question their motives. It was his job to push and pull at them until they told him every last piece. And he was rather fond of his job. So, it was time to get to work. Now, I believe that I am here for the standard deal? Your soul for my power? As he spoke, his other hand came into view, looking something like a gauntlet with spiked fingers, yet visibly organic. It gestured toward the other chair. Take a seat so we can start talking this through. I am sure you only know a bit of what you are getting into. But let's start with something simple. Who are you and what is your wish?
Thread: The Devil Made Me Popular(Princess Pittooey & Lady Jace)

It wasn't what she was expecting, not at all. Weren't devils suppose to be...well...devils? This looked more like an office in creepy lighting rather than...an abandoned parking garage. Then when she rose to her feet, she could see him clearly. It was strange since there was no lighting she could see, but he seemed to be glowing handsomely. He was...beautiful, something else she did not expect. Maybe beautiful wasn't the right word, but she found herself to be really attracted to him. She moved over to take a seat as he asked, and she cleared her throat. My name is Kayla Sinclair. It's surprisingly pleasant to meet you, Razz. She began, her voice so quiet it was barely above a whisper. If they weren't in a completely empty, black void, it might have been to hear her. My wish is...I wish to be...popular at school. She continued on as her face flushed a little in embarrassment. Was she really doing this? Her frustration at being practically invisible was nowhere to be found right now. Now that she knew that this was all real, or maybe, she was just having a dream. That's right, it was a dream. And yes...the only thing I really have to offer is my soul. But I don't want to give all of it away, just whatever I have to...
Thread: The Devil Made Me Popular(Princess Pittooey & Lady Jace)

While Kayla was a nervous mess, Raz was calm and collected on his side of the table. Not that it was surprising. He had done this for a very long time and he was not the one giving up his soul to a devil. Still, it did catch him off guard when the girl asked if she could trade only a part of her soul for the wish. At first, there was a small smirk on his face, clearly amused at the question. But, he did not speak. Instead, he seemed to think for a long moment, his clawed hand tapping audibly on the desk. Then, with a short nod, he locked eyes with Kayla again and nodded. Well, the standard is usually one complex request with payment on completion. You make your wish and I give you seven days of my power. Any request at any time until you are satisfied. Then I take my payment and you are left with any consequences. But, if you like, I can offer you this Each request will be a portion of your soul. I will stay with you until you decide you are satisfied or I have taken your entire soul. His tone was casual, with a touch of lawyer on top. The clawed hand extended to Kayla, obviously looking for a handshake. So, tell me, what is the first step you want to take on your way to becoming popular?
Thread: The Devil Made Me Popular(Princess Pittooey & Lady Jace)

Kayla stared at the devil's hand for a moment, going over the deal in her head to make sure she wasn't getting tricked. She was nervous, perhaps scared even, however she wouldn't chicken out now. He was here already, and he was offering her what she wanted. And if she could help it, she didn't even have to give away her entire soul to him. She had never actually thought of what it meant, however...to give away a part of a soul. But she'd worry about that later. She shyly reached out and shook his hand, taking a deep breath to compose her thoughts while she thought of her first request ever. What did she want? Should she be specific? Vague? No, if she was vague, she might end up with something she didn't have in mind. So she'd choose her words carefully. The first thing she wanted was for people to notice her, and what better way to be noticed than to look more attractive than she actually was? I want people to notice how pretty I am. She said plainly. She wasn't sure how he could make that work, but that was what magic was for. If this worked, she wouldn't need to wish for anything else.
Thread: The Devil Made Me Popular(Princess Pittooey & Lady Jace)

As Kayla grasped his hand, the clawed fingers gently wrapped around. If not for the demonic nature of his hand, it would be the most normal handshake in the world. There was no burning, no marks on her skin. The deal was simply made. But, for Raz, she had almost surely sold her entire existence over in that moment. For him, and those of his kind who did the same, this was more of a game than a job. The goal was to take a human and play with them until they broke or became boring. Then he would rip their soul out, devour it in front of them and move on. Today, however, presented him with a unique chance to do something new, something even more fun. He was going to find out what happened when you took a soul piece by piece. He was still a little nervous that she would turn his trap around against him, making her wishes over the course of years and never approaching the true goal. He could potentially end up as her slave. Still, her first wish banished these fears entirely. It was the perfect wish for the game he wanted to play. It was vague, potentially risky and extremely easy to manipulate into some kind of dangerous situation. The smile on his face was probably a bit too eager as he gave her a half nod. That will be easy enough for me to do. But, because of the nature of our deal, I will be following you until our contract is completed. So, you better get used to seeing me around. Well, I will you see you tomorrow Kayla. Oh! I almost forgot. In a blur of movement, the clawed hand stabbed into the girl's chest. There was no blood, no pain. Only the sensation of something being pulled out. I nearly left without my fee. And with that, Raz removed what appeared to be a large shard of a mirror from within her body. Then, it was all gone. The black room, the desk, the ritual. All that remained was a parking garage and Kayla, sitting in a chair that had not been there before.
Thread: Looking for RP partner (I have no desired gender)

Hello! I'd like to give those ideas of yours a try, especially the mind control part. Want me to PM you?
Thread: Looking for RP partner (I have no desired gender)

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Thread: Looking for RP partner (I have no desired gender)

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Thread: Consuming Dark :: AR x PP ::

It came in like a storm, but one that had a consciousness or directive. The Darkness seemingly seeped out of the clouds, even the rain was tainted and turned cattle into horrors. There was nothing that could be done aside from run or die, but that didn't change the fact that people wanted to save others. Especially their family, for a twenty seven year old male this was the worst of the worst nightmares. He watched as his youngest brother was drug off, clawing and screaming for help. Extending out his hand to the young boy, the platinum haired male jolted awake. Sitting under a large tree, he had fallen asleep there as it was finally a place that he felt comfortable enough to let unconsciousness take him. Eryan had been on the run for the last four days, literally walking day and night until he felt like he had put enough distance between him and the Darkness . Everyone knew it was coming, but didn't know what to do and instead of leaving and finding a new place to live, the humans all hunkered down together to try and ride out this inevitable storm. Eryan rose to his feet, wearing simple work pants that were a faded black color, he also wore a long sleeve grey shirt that buttoned up in the front. His hair was tied back in the typical pony-tail style that he normally wore it in, his face was a very pale color which was a clear indicator of undernourishment. Wiping his face with his hand, Eryan rose to his feet and dusted off his legs as well his backside. Birds flew overhead out from the tree he had been sitting under and he looked up to the blue sky. Standing straight up and stretching his hands out above his head, Eryan stretched out to his full height of six feet five inches tall. His green eyes scanned the horizon and he couldn't spot a black cloud in the sky. Which was a great thing as far as he was concerned, it meant the Darkness was still very much away from this area. Walking off from the outskirts of the town he had made it to, Eryan headed in towards the center of town following his nose. He hadn't eaten in over four days now, fortunately he had found a stream to follow for the majority of his journey which allowed him to drink water. But he had left everything he owned and everything he had of value behind when he ran Including his entire family. Eryan's nose caught the scent of meat being fried and he couldn't help but blindly be pulled in that direction. He didn't have money so to speak, or at least not enough to buy anything that would fill him up. But that didn't mean he couldn't work for the food, and that was his intention and goal. Find someone who would cook him something in exchange for his manual labor. In his haste to find the food, Eryan was walking clumsily and he hadn't noticed there was a female crouched down in front of him. Bumping into her Eryan tumbled over the female's form and he collapsed over top of her. I am so sorry! Eryan said from the ground as he looked up to the female's beautiful face. Her red eyes immediately grabbed his attention as well her blonde hair. I did not hurt you, did I? Eryan asked as he stood slowly and offered out a pale hand to help pick her up.
Thread: Consuming Dark :: AR x PP ::

RE Consuming Dark Perhaps she shouldn't have stopped in the middle of the road to tie up her heeled boots, but she had never dreamed someone wouldn't see her since her sleeveless dress was an endless cascade of ivory, splayed out beneath her. The force was abrupt and at first she had no idea what had caused her to fall into the dirt, but then the warmth of the weight on top of her touched her skin and she knew someone had actually fallen on her. She was more than displeased, but when she decided to turn her fiery red spheres that were her eyes towards him she couldn't help but feel her breath catch in her throat. The minute her eyes met his eyes, which were the color of a shining emerald stone in every sense of the word considering they were so bright they practically reflected what they looked at, she felt something within her. She didn't know what. It was enough for her face to relax, since it had tightened upon anger when she had been knocked to the ground. Not that it mattered anyway because her expressions did not do much to ruin the femininity and softness to her face. She simply stared for a moment at him, as if she was trying to remember someone who she simply had never met before. Slowly, her eyes went to his hand and then back to his face. Taking a second glance, he looked more than just handsome. He looked like he wasn't healthy, something that was common among the poor. His clothes also told that same story being so faded and worn. No, you didn't hurt me. Her voice matched the softness of her face. It could only be compared to a serenade of bells far off into the distance. Beckoning. Comforting. She had a voice that should have belonged to a Siren. She took his hand, feeling the roughness of his skin. Her hand was not much better being that it had just been in the dirt and dust clung to them. She used most of her own strength to get back to her feet and then patted down her cotton dress, attempting to remove most of the dirt. It was rather loose on her, but the collar of the dress dipped down to a low V that accentuated the cleavage she had. The first button was undone, the rest were secure. She sighed a bit as she moved to fix the golden locks of her hair that looked to be slightly unruly. She could never quite get her hair to sit straight on her head. But it was soft, and wispy enough to where it followed wherever the breeze took it. Were you in a hurry? She asked as him as she looked towards the direction he was going. What could he have possibly been running to that he didn't see her? There was not much in this town, just tired people who worked their hardest to live a decent life. She herself was on her way home to change so she could help out at the farm, and make sure that no monsters were bothering the livestock. The darkness was real and everyone knew of it. They knew those things used to be animals. Swallowed and corrupted and made into twisted things that did nothing but seek out life. Seek out their next targets to be swallowed up whole.
Thread: Consuming Dark :: AR x PP ::

RE Consuming Dark Eryan felt a wave of comfort emanate from her the second she looked up and spoke, his body relaxed some and the tension that he'd felt before seemingly washed away as if she had managed to Cure him. It was as if she had washed away all the worry and concern he had, and was forcing him to live solely in the moment. When she told him that he hadn't harmed her by bumping into her roughly as he had, Eryan was relieved completely. When she took his hand Eryan was able to fully take in her features, and he gave her the same exact expression she gave him. One that said he was searching for something, but like she would find in him something was different about her as well. Eryan's mother had told him something, something that only began to make sense right about now. Everyone has a destiny, and everyone is meant for someone, that is destiny A sentence that he had not truly listened to until this moment. When she rose to her feet, Eryan realized just how much shorter and petite she was than him. Though she was incredibly gorgeous and her dress flowed about her as if she were some Princess of a faraway kingdom. Eryan was stunned he had no words to say thus when she asked him what he was in a hurry for, he had no words. Eryan simply felt like the entire rest of the world around them had collapsed away and he couldn't break his eyes off of her's. Eryan closed his eyes and swallowed hard, and when he opened them everything had come back to the way it was before. People around them, street vendors on the sides of the alleys, he took a deep breath and released her hand. After she had finished patting herself down and fixing her hair Eryan felt a smile tugging at the corners of his lips. Which he quickly folded between his teeth to stop his smile from fully forming as she asked him if he was in a hurry. The scent of cooking meat him again and his stomach rumbled. Uh, yes, I apologize for running into you like that. I was going to see if one of the street vendors would let me do something for them in return for some food, Eryan apologized again as he looked over her shoulder and down the street. He could see the man on the grill cooking meats on skewers, Eryan licked his lips and then looked back to the girl he'd ran into. I am not from around here... My hometown was recently destroyed, or worse. I ran for my life and ended up getting here, and I haven't eaten in a few days. Eryan explained as his stomach growled loudly.
Thread: Consuming Dark :: AR x PP ::

RE Consuming Dark Hearing his story made the corner of her lips sink so that she was now visibly frowning. She didn't have to ask to know what happened to his to village. There was no war amongst the humans, not when The Darkness existed. How awful, she could only wonder if he was the only survivor from his village if he were alone. Not only did his story compel her to want to help him, but there was that spark. That connection. That pull she felt when their hands separated. She had truly never experienced such a sensation until today. It was odd, but not unwelcome. In fact, she actually liked it since it had been some time since she experienced any emotion other than complacency. What else was there to feel at a time like this, where simply being alive and away from the unending abyss was enough? I see, She began as she turned around to see what he was looking at. She knew the man that ran the stand over there, and she had some time before she needed to go home and change. Perhaps she could help him, in more than just giving him a meal for the day. There was a lot of work to be done at the farm, an extra set of hands was always needed and she was sure her Aunt and Uncle would not mind at all. Especially if he told his story to them. I'm sorry to hear that your town was destroyed. I don't need to hear any more to want to help you. Perhaps I could buy you lunch and discuss a job opportunity? That is if you plan to stay here for a little while. My name is Melody. Her name matched the sound of her voice, honestly.