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Thread: Sympathy for the Siren (Leon & Roses)

Can't really argue there. He would agree as most people he talked too were never simple when it came to his work. It would always be something unique and different, something complicated in its structure and he had to find a way to make it work. On the other hand, he had the very simple jobs sometimes where it was just simply destroy the entire structure and leave. As she spoke of taking things from others, he would reach outward with the strainer to take hold of another batch. I'd like to think we've evolved past that, at least in my time. We give back too, trying to make things better... He would watch the sludge move toward the edge and make sure to add. Well, most of the time. Like you said, confusing. As he would toss the mess over the edge, he would glance up to see her swimming around. She would start to comment about something about the society and how things had gone in such a poor direction. She would swim around a bit more but he would keep a tight grip on the strainer, moving another bit of mess in it as she would ask him a question of truth. He would think about it for a moment. Well, I can listen. Hearing a story from another side wouldn't hurt anything would it? Though, he thought back to the previous words they had spoken about these sorts of things being told to better the side telling the story but talking with her did help pass the time and kept his mind from the smell that he had gotten used too.
Thread: Sympathy for the Siren (Leon & Roses)

Small delicate hands would reach out and grab hold of the strainer but just enough to stop it and get his attention. Nothing of a violent of forceful nature, as soon as she held his attention she'd let the object go. I'm not talking about stories Lawrence. I'm talking about a history long forgotten by your people. Something that you chose to forget, especially when the war happened. A frown marred her pale features as she watched him, unsure of if it was wise to tell him. She looked away and took a deep breath as her violet eyes drifted about the room. Perhaps you are not ready to hear such things. The sadness overtaking her face was heartbreaking. The fin like ears at the side of her head dropped and her shoulders slumped into the water. I'm so ready though. She whispered. Just... not on my own. She rubbed a hand over her face, pinching the bridge of her nose in an effort to stall the impending headache and keep the frustrated tears from falling. The human before her didn't need to see that, how desperate and pitiful she really was. He was her first ray of hope, she needn't put it all on him though. She still wasn't sure if he could be trusted completely after all. How long do you think it will take you to complete you work here? She settled on asking him. As she brushed her long hair over her shoulders another question came to mind. Might I make one request of you? Could you get me fresh food? Unaware of its cost or where he might find it all she wanted was something that would help her heal and get stronger. He didn't need to know that it had anything to do with her earlier questions and babblings. Not just yet anyway. But maybe. If they both played their cards right, he might be the first in a very long time to learn her secret.
Thread: Sympathy for the Siren (Leon & Roses)

He would not be paying attention to the strainer as his attention had become more looking for other lumps he could get so when something caught a hold of it, he would look and see her there. He almost freaked once again as remembering his first encounter with her with the pipe but, he didn't. He froze but he held tight to the pole's end. He was locked onto her from the small action but her words came out in such a way that he didn't want to NOT believe her. She even seemed to start breaking down which caused him to feel all the worse. H-hey, I'm sorry. I wasn't trying to doubt you or anything, really. She would then bring up the question of just how long it would take him to finish his current job. He would look the tank over once and then another question would come to light, one for food. He would think for just a moment before crouching down, letting the end of the pole rest on the top of his shoulder. Well, a couple days at the least. But I can never tell till I get a good look at everything. Could take weeks, a month but that all depends on how I feel on the day. He would let his head rest against the pole. I mean, they can't really lock me more away now can they? But yeah, you eat....fish? He would say the word questionably as he wasn't sure if the shit that he had dropped in earlier was just leftovers from the other sea creatures and she was just getting them because they didn't want to get her proper food.
Thread: Sympathy for the Siren (Leon & Roses)

His time frame wasn't too reassuring. The days tended to blur together but even she could tell the difference between a week and a month in this wretched place. She hoped it'd take longer. She'd have more time to talk to him, earn his trust and maybe, just maybe he could help her. If it all went well. When he mentioned food though her thoughts shifted for a moment and her eyes lit up just a little bit. She nodded a bit more vigorously than intended. Yes. Fish. I'd just prefer it much.... fresher then what they give me. She looked over at the bucket still spilled out on the floor. Then her excitement returned for a moment. Are we near an ocean? Unaware of where her prison cell was located she had no idea how easy it would be to procure her food. Would you be able to find squid at all? She sounded so hopeful. It was always my favorite and I haven't had any since before. Her excitement dissipated when she realized that she was already asking more from him then she should have been. But I will be happy with anything you might be able to find. The mermaid looked down at her hand and touched the thin membrane that stretched between her fingers. It was too thin and had a few holes but that was because of her current predicament. She mumbled something to herself and looked over at him, studying him carefully as if she wished to say something. But the sounds of voices yelling down the hall interrupted any thought she may have had. They yelled something about stopping, a break, the end of the work day? She didn't quite understand. But her eyes flicked from the dark hall to her unwilling companion. It appears you might be done. For now. It was strange to find that thought a bit unsettling. The churning in her stomach was unfamiliar and the mermaid didn't like how queasy she suddenly felt. All at the thought of the one other voice in the room leaving. Even if he was scared of her.
Thread: Sympathy for the Siren (Leon & Roses)

Lawrence would notice a bit of pep flow into the mermaid at the very idea of getting something to eat which made even he a bit hungry as all the actions of the day were starting to catch up to his stomach. She seemed rather keen on the idea of getting something better than what was in the bucket he had accidentally dumped in prior. I think I can do fresher. She would then come at him with a question about the ocean which would cause him to give way to pause before shifting his hands a bit around the strainer. I'd say about an hour's ride, give or take. Not really ocean front property. Though, I know a fish market not to far from the aquarium and I can see about getting something there but I can't make any promises. He didn't want to get her hopes up too high but he figured that whatever it was he could get his hands on would be better than what she was being given. He would stand up straighter and would push the strainer further into the water so that he could place his hands at the top of the pole he was holding. He watched the creature in the tank looking down at her hands. It was just like looking at any other animal. Kind of cool to be so close but there was still a hint of danger like with any harmful animal that had such a reputation. He watched as she turned her attention to him and he would have sworn she was going to say something else but they would turn toward the dark corridor as yelling would signal that they were starting to wind down. Lawrence would start pulling out the strainer from the water and look over the top of the tank. He had made a small dent in the top fill but there was surely more to do and maybe he would be able to either get something quicker when he came back. Yeah, looks like. I'll be back either later on or tomorrow. I don't have much in the way of after hours life. He would raise the pole up and onto his shoulder as he would wave to the mermaid as he would start down the steps. He would come to stop at the base of the tank, rather close to the glass so that he could see inside the foggy water while placing his hand against the glass, looking it over. We'll have this fixed up in no time.
Thread: Bound to the Warlord of the Stars (MasterOfWhispers and Pink Nightmare).

Before the attack Azaaca was at the peek of one of the longest prosperous periods for their civilization. The people were happy and crime wasnt an issue. The general populace had reached a period of enlightenment every elf was now capable of drawing energy not only from physical nutrients, but also from another realm. They used this extra energy not only for personal gain, but society as well. Seeking to protect themselves from strangers, volunteer shifts were regularly filled at the various lookout towers. There were eight in total, the tall structures strategically placed throughout the archipelago for maximum vision. Guards on duty worked to perpetually cast one collective protective charm. Designed more with their magical foes of their current world, the flourishing kingdom couldnt stand a single chance against eight consecutive and precise attacks. As each portion of the charm faded, the entire kingdom could sense it. Utter confusion and terror raked through the masses, families clamoring to temples and safe houses in search of protection. By the time the dust settled, hundreds of innocents were already dead. Within the next few hours, hundreds more due to smothering. Of course immediate efforts were made, but even with their magics there were too many people to find. Within days it was common knowledge that the ruler of the most recent attack would be visiting the capitol and rumor had it that the king didnt look particularly prepared to put up much of a fight. Welcome. Her father spoke. It had been ten long days of sorting through rubble, looking for innocent people among the crumbled hills. Rage boiling, Ayla couldnt bare to keep to herself for one more moment. In one bold, moronic gesture, she stepped out of the line of royalty. The young lady was a vision draped in luxurious silks of bright red and royal blue, she stood out from other maidens with her excessive amounts of gold accents. Earrings, necklaces, bengals, even her heeled sandals glittered. Golden pearls were even braided into her silvery locks, currently done up in an intricate braid. With her small hands clenched the princess took a single breath of air before speaking Have you no honor?! We have yet to even complete counting our injured yet here we stand, wasting precious time on a... a party ? Her voice was melodic through the anger, the lack of a shrill tone rather surprising. Despite her small presence, she pressed on. Those things shouldnt even be within these walls! That button nose of hers curled slightly and her emerald eyes narrowed towards the androids. The very core of their elven magic derived from the worshipping of life and interconnectivity between ones physical and spiritual bodies. In their eyes the droids lacked an essential component to even qualify as truly living, making their current presence a complete faux pas. Ayla knew he didnt care, but she just couldnt keep to herself any longer.
Thread: Bound to the Warlord of the Stars (MasterOfWhispers and Pink Nightmare).

Both brave and stupid were Victor's first thoughts regarding the Elven Princess that had stepped forward. She appeared idealistic as well judging from a preliminarily scan from the social reader program. She was for lack of a better world Malleable. The only problem have to deal with is removing that idealism and replacing it with some more unclean. The king looked at his daughter shooting her a glare, trying to silence her. He then turned to Victor, his expression pleading and fearful. Forgive my daughter your Grace, she knows not what she's saying. You're right. She doesn't. Victor responded, his expression cold and unreadable. He began walking towards the naive Elf. Ayla Azaaca, its a pleasure to finally meet you. The strong hulking man stood over the elven maiden. His height over shadowing hers. He looked down, gazing at her defiant eyes. She doesn't know that this ceremony is more then just a display of my power. She doesn't know what it this Kingdom will gain once this ceremony is complete. She doesn't know that I'll restore your farms, give you food to feed the now starving populace. She doesn't know that I can have my clone medics go in and heal the sick and dying. She doesn't even realize how that all over the country, I have my men begin to repair the damage done to the villages and such work will be completed in a month that's to my superior technology. His right hand reached to out the silver haired elf, and with a swift motion she grabbed her chin. He shot the girl a cruel smile along with motion. She doesn't even realize that, her insolence may have cost her all that aid because a group of machines had entered these halls. Your grace please... Victor raised his right hand to silence the fearful king. His smile widened. I am a man that can forgive though. I'm willing to overlook this transgression, provided my new wife here was to accept her new punishment. His head leaned, to the Elven girl. What do you say princess? Will you accept punishment or are you willing to let this entire Kingdom Fall because of some foolish notion like honor? A deafening silence met his words as all the nobles turned to gaze Ayla, waiting with bated breath about her choice would be.
Thread: Bound to the Warlord of the Stars (MasterOfWhispers and Pink Nightmare).

The princess couldnt believe how hasty her own Father was to chide her like a child and attempt to force her silence. Never had their kingdom ever buckled and the rate at which things seemed to be sinking was practically dizzying. The stranger approached and she kept her ground. The remainder of the royals at her back kept to themselves, hoping to avoid fanning the flames of the inevitable confrontation. He opened with the flimsiest of pleasantries before launching into a speech bragging of unfathomable technology and an ability to restore their kingdom back to its original state. Well, nearly original. He threatened to take it all away, sending her family into a tizzy. Ayla quietly shifted the weight of her frame to one side before crossing her decadently decorated arms at her chest. You barge into our kingdom from the stars. You realize that our defenses stand no chance. You choose to launch an assault that no kingdom could withstand. I find the most entertaining bit to be the finale, though. You offer to fix it all as if it would have happened had you never even set foot on our soil! It was at this moment that the King grew concerned for his daughter. Sure, he would let her sit in on conferences between various politicians and diplomats, but he had no idea she was actually trying to learn enough to hold a debate. The concerned tripled as the warlord from the stars kept the entirety of his aid available based upon one answer, Aylas answer. Could she possibly consent to such a thing? Would she? Everyones eyes were on the princess her family, her father, even the nameless conqueror. The throne room was silent and the air was palpable. While the princess maintained her hatred, she understood the value of replacing all that was lost. The child in her desired to punch him square in the jaw, regardless of how little damage it could actually afford. That side didnt win. Abandoning my kingdom and my people would be much worse than any punishment I should endure. She hated him. That smug smirk, the way he felt entitled to just grab her, even his androids. There wasnt a single inch of him she could keep eye contact with that didnt make her blood boil. I accept. She declared not only to him, but to her entire family. Of course she had suitors, but they were all most likely injured or deceased at this point.
Thread: Bound to the Warlord of the Stars (MasterOfWhispers and Pink Nightmare).

The ceremony was little more than a flimsy parlor show to please the elven royalty and everyone knew it. The shift of lineage in a kingdom was generally a week-long event with public forums and open communication among citizens. A wave of enlightenment was on the horizon and this new kingdom had no time to waste. With the crown passed and the crowd dispersing, Ayla stood before the empty throne. The piece was a true work of art. It was carved from obsidian marble and encrusted with countless rubies and sapphires three major exports of their kingdom. The royals wore the appropriate shade of silk depending on their particular mines or quarrys outputs. She ran her fingertips along an arm rest, the smooth marble cool against her skin. The thought of him resting here nearly rolled her stomach. In an attempt to control her nausea she joined the rest of the family. Of course the three eldest were the most resistant to change and they lumped in with her father. The rest were either busy crowding around the strange human or just enjoying the familial gathering. Victors claim over her seemed to deter most conversation, which left her with little more than to occupy her mind over what he could have possibly meant with his threat. The princess found an empty spot at her Fathers side on a cushioned bench. Crossing her legs shifted her silken dress . The high slit of her halter-style dress revealed more of her thigh than most royal cultures would have permitted, but their unique climate of heat and humidity allowed certain morals to shift. As if that wasnt enough skin, the top itself was woven intricately enough to strategically reveal skin while also keeping decent. Ayla never tried to lock eyes or even observe Victor through the entire event. Occupied with her own thoughts, she allowed the voices of her family to serve was white noise to her mind. The longer they gathered the more dramatic they became. As if on cue, a page interrupted the small group to mention a personal summons from the new ruler. There was little protest from her father, who rapidly encouraged her to stand and make haste. Her pace was leisurely at best, the length of her dress dragging in her wake. She took a deep breath as she approached the table, her hand once again running over the marble of the table top as a form of comfort. Finally, she was standing at his side. Several moments passed before her bright gaze turned from the table to him, her expression uneasy. You called for me? What else could you say to a person that could destroy an entire Kingdoms populace and history within hours?
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Thread: Hal's Hunt for Story (and at least a little smut); varied interests and suggestions

Bumpering, and also some updates like a new f-list!
Thread: Hal's Hunt for Story (and at least a little smut); varied interests and suggestions

Bump for the heck of it
Thread: Hal's Hunt for Story (and at least a little smut); varied interests and suggestions

Typical random bump!
Thread: Hal's Hunt for Story (and at least a little smut); varied interests and suggestions

Bump, along with ideas!
Thread: Hal's Hunt for Story (and at least a little smut); varied interests and suggestions

Bumperino, now with added a few fandoms and pairings just the side I like to play. I have more than a few going on right now but I can take on more! Guaranteed to respond at least once a day.
Thread: Along Came A Package (TheUnknown & Leon)

The day was sunny and bright, not a cloud in sight but if a person were to roll down their window during a drive, they would surely love the breeze. Liam was one such person, his sandy hair blew around in the wind as he leaned out the window with his usual smile as he drove down the road in the delivery van. It was always nice to be able to get out to drive, delivering or picking up a package was a happy coincidence. He would press the breaks of the van as the blinker would come on, his turn would come to a stop as the van would come to a stop at a large gate. Beyond it lay a massive white mansion that had three large sections, its middle most one just a bit forward than the rest of the building and would stand far taller. Numerous windows lined along the front of the home but the one common thing they all had in common was not only had he never seen them open, each one was covered by a blackout curtains which made seeing inside an impossibility. The door was made of a beautiful oak and two long stained glass windows stood parallel and like the rest of the windows, unable to see within. There was a large balcony that stood directly over the doorway that made leaving packages rather simplistic without having to worry about rain if it ever happened. Liam would step out of his van, a large box in his hand as he would press the button at the gate to let the owner he had arrived. Hey, It's me again. Got another package from some lovely... He would move the box in front of himself and continue. ...people at the Coco Lagerfeld Company. I think they liked your latest work. This was the usual process he had to do in order to get past the gate, when he first started coming to the mansion, he couldn't even get that far.
Thread: Along Came A Package (TheUnknown & Leon)

A heavy sigh left Mia's mouth as she sat in front of a row of monitors. Looking at the one smack dab in the middle, it was the security camera at her front door. So he was back again? This delivery man had been coming to her home since the last one quit. Before him there were two others, all quitting or finding different routes. Delivering to her house was probably the easiest thing physically but hardest mentally. She never let any of them see her. Hell this male was the first one she'd let past her front gate. That reason was simply because it was the summer season and there were a lot of merchandise that needed to be shipped. This made retrieval of the packages easier on Amy and herself. Brushing some platinum silver bangs from her eyes she looked to the doorway of the room where her lovely assistant and best friend Sasha was standing. Sasha had been a stray when Mia first met her. Living on the streets and surviving day to day but despite her appearance, Sasha showed no fear or worry towards her. This led Mia to latch onto that and she took her in and gave her a job. That was eight years ago. Now they were best friends and partners in her work. Another package? Yeah. Could you? Of course. I'm also gonna head to the store. Want anything? Surprise me? Sasha smiled and walked over to her friend, kissing her cheek before heading to the front door. Opening it she was wearing a crimson red tank top and a pair of black short shorts with a pair of black flats. Looking at the male she offered a small smile. Afternoon. Thanks for the package. She said in her usual chipper tone. Taking the package she slipped it into the house and set it at the front door before shutting the door. If he did get a view inside he'd see very few lights on and while it wasn't dark, it was shaded inside. A large marble stair case led to a second floor but there wasn't a soul in sight other than Sasha at the moment. Once the door was shut she plucked a pair of keys from her front pocket and smiled. That all? Mia and Sasha's house had a reputation for being secluded and while Sasha was the more visible of the two, she wasn't one for small talk. She said what needed to be said and then whomever was there was asked to leave simply because they had no further business.